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gloomweed · 3 months ago

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Eddie Loved Valentine's Day (eddie munson x bestfriend!reader)

a/n: I got the idea for this story last valentine's day, but I didn't finish it until today and I'm still not quite satisfied with it but I had to just get this out there already. This fic is more angsty than romantic, but it didn't feel right trying to shoehorn in some romance, so this is just how it's going to be.

summary: Eddie deals with some bad childhood memories on a valentine's day he spends with you.

w/c: 3.7k

Eddie loved Valentine’s day. Loved, as in, he used to. Specifically, when he was still in elementary school. Back then, the class would spend the whole day creating little mailboxes to hold all their cards. Decorating the recycled shoebox with stickers and markers, writing his name in big scrawling letters over the top. His mom would help him the night before, preparing the cards he was going to hand out. She would tell him how to spell each name, going one letter at a time. When she would ask if he needed help spelling his name, Eddie would hold out his little hand saying very confidently, “No, I know how.” Her voice was always gentle when reminding him ‘Eddie’ has a second ‘D’ after the first one.

Although there was little variety in the pack his mom bought from the store, Eddie made an effort to pick the card he thinks the recipient would like best. A Garfield card for Sindy, since she is always borrowing his orange marker. It’s her favorite color. An Odie card for Josh, since he spends recess digging with sticks and rocks. Something about wanting to find dinosaur bones. It would go like that until all the cards were signed, folded, and held together with little heart stickers.

The following day, Eddie would pass out all his cards and return to his seat to find his makeshift mailbox stuffed. In those days, he would get a card from every single classmate. He’d be filled with excitement as he opened each one. The puns and characters on the cards were fun to see, but really Eddie just enjoyed the thought that someone made him something. Some cards even came with a little candy. It was a fun day all around, and doing less school work was also a big plus.

After his mom passed, Valentine’s day kind of lost its charm. His dad said buying Valentine’s cards that kids were only gonna look at once and throw away afterwards was a waste of money and effort; however, that didn’t stop Eddie from participating anyways. He spent the night making his own cards out of notebook paper, drawing hearts and smiling faces on each one. Despite all the care he put into them, the finished product looked pretty messy. The cards weren’t all the same size, there were some misspelled words, marker ink bleeding through the paper, and since he didn’t have stickers, they were held together with regular translucent tape. Give him a break, he was nine. It wasn’t much, but Eddie put his heart and soul into it.

Once all the cards were passed out, everyone began digging into their boxes, reading cards and opening candy. “What even is this?” Eddie looked up from his pile of valentines to see one of his classmates holding up one he homemade, a disgusted look on their face. Another kid laughed. “Why does it look like that?” Eddie felt red, hot shame fill his cheeks as others began to join in the laughter. He sank further into his seat, wishing to disappear completely. Seeing Eddie’s name on the card gave the boy a target. “What’s the deal, Eddie? Couldn’t afford real valentine’s this year?”

Eddie shot up from his seat. “No! My dad just forgot to buy them, is all,” he lied. “I just thought, you know, something is better than nothing, right?” His eyes darted between his classmates, hoping they bought it.

“Next time, don’t even bother. It’d save us the time of throwing them away,” they laughed. It was then that the teacher made the announcement to return to their seats to resume the rest of the learning day. As Eddie sat back down he could feel the sting of tears behind his eyes. He put a lot of effort into those cards, only for his classmates to laugh at him and throw them away. His dad was right. What a waste.

That was the last time Eddie ever participated in Valentine’s day. Ever since then, he would spend the day doing anything else besides celebrating it. This year, he was at your house helping you get a head start on spring cleaning. You wanted to turn your life around, starting with a more organized living space. February 14th is as good a day as any to get started, and it wasn’t like you had any big plans. Which is totally fine and doesn’t depress you at all.

Although he never told you exactly why, you knew Eddie didn’t particularly like the Hallmark holiday. You assumed it was because of how commercialized it had become since its inception. Of course it could be the matter of keeping up with his image. Soft petalled roses and candy hearts are pretty far from ‘metal.’ Whatever the reason may be, you hated the idea of your friend being alone on a day celebrating love, so inviting him to clean was the next best thing. While it took some convincing, eventually you coaxed him into it with the promise of beer and snacks.

You were both currently working in your bedroom. Eddie would hold something up and ask if you wanted to keep it or throw it away. Meanwhile, you sit on the hardwood floor creating piles all around you as you sift through the contents of your room. He did most of his work while sitting on your bed, a beer in his hand.

Sometimes he would try on clothes you were feeling unsure of, saying that having someone model it would make it easier to decide its fate. Of course, this theory might have been successful if they actually fit him. The mental image of him in your too small knitted red cardigan is something that will bring a smile to your face for years to come.

Running out of things to hold up to you, he looked in his direct vicinity and noticed a round tin by his feet, mostly under your bed. When you heard him gasp you turned to see what he had found. “Oh, that’s just my-”

“Cookies!” he shouted as he opened the blue butter cookie tin only for his face to fall in a confused frown.

You laughed. “Yeah, sorry. I reused that old cookie tin for my sentimental crap.”

Instead of delicious cookies, the tin was full of old birthday cards and handwritten messages left by people who cared about you. A letter from your now deceased grandmother, movie stubs from big releases, and Polaroid pictures of some childhood friends. Eddie smiled to himself. It was cute how you would keep stuff like this. From the outside, you didn’t look like the type of person to hold on to birthday cards from your 5th birthday. He looked at you with a playful pout, his eyebrows pulled together. “Aww. You do have a heart.”

Your offended face only made Eddie grin wider. “Shut up,” you laugh before grabbing the nearest stuffed animal and throwing it at him.

Laughing as he dodged your attack, he couldn’t stop some of the cards from jostling out. As he was gathering them back into the tin, he took a closer look at the one made of notebook paper. ‘From Eddie’ was written on the back in big messy letters.

Noticing his sudden silence, you stand to get a better look at what’s in his hands. You peek over his shoulder to see the valentine he hand made in the 4th grade. Immediately you become overwhelmed with embarrassment thinking Eddie was completely freaked out by the fact you kept the card so long, like some kind of stalker weirdo. Words vomit out of your mouth as you try to save your dignity. “Oh! That's- that's so weird! I can't believe I still have that. I thought I threw that out years ago. I’ll just take that back-”

Eddie instinctually snatches the card against his chest, his chin tucked in as he searches your eyes. When it's clear to you he isn't going to give it up, your hand falls limp at your side. Glancing at the card once more, he tries his best to keep his voice steady. “You kept this?”

The change in demeanor feels unsettling. “Yeah, of course I did.” You look at your feet shyly. “It, uh, means a lot to me.” When you look back up, you see Eddie staring back with confusion.

You’ve gone through this scenarios hundreds of times in the late hours of the night when your brain just couldn’t stop running. How would Eddie react if he found out you kept something he made you when you were kids? The scoff that slips past his taunting lips was the last thing you expected from Eddie. He stands from the bed, looking down on you with a humorless smile. “This shitty scrap of paper means a lot to you?” The sudden scrutiny feels harsh and full of malice. You’ve never had the displeasure to be on the receiving end of Eddie’s anger, and from what little you’ve seen thus far, you hope to never face it again.

Shrugging like it was no big deal, you try your best to downplay your defensiveness. “Well, yeah. I thought it was really sweet of you.” You can’t stop yourself from squinting at him in confusion. “I’m sorry, are you mad at me for keeping it?” Why is he upset with you over this? It was given to you as a gift. You should be able to decide what you do with it without his approval.

Despite being the one who asked the question, Eddie doesn’t really hear your answer, nor the following question. As he stares down at the messy writing on old, yellowed notebook paper, he feels his chest tighten in an overwhelming stifled rage. Having to be face to face with a reminder of his failure fills Eddie with so much self-hatred that he can’t think straight. It’s a reminder of his shitty dad. A reminder of his shitty childhood. It wasn’t fair. Every imperfect line and patch of bleeding ink stared back at him, mocking him. It all congeals to a point of no return in his gloomy head.

Eddie stares in silence for a moment too long and you can see the emotions shift in his face into something darker. “What are you-” You are cut off by the sound of a quick and quiet crunch, the paper crumpling in his first. It’s a knee jerk reaction that has you gasping at the sight, and Eddie immediately regretting. A piece of his heart shatters at the sound of yours doing the same. “Eddie!” Your high pitched squeal of anguish around the syllables of his own name has him filling with that same sinking heat of shame he felt all those years ago.

Your hands dart at him, taking the paper from his grip as fast as it was destroyed. You do your best to smooth the paper back into some semblance of its former glory, but the creases on the old, thin paper still remain. It makes it difficult to see the handwritten words on the page, especially since your eyes are welling up with tears. You turn away from Eddie, too angry to face him. Too hurt to let him see you cry over this. Instead you kneel on the floor, slumping over the valentine you hold with the same delicacy as you would hold a baby bird with a broken wing.

Eddie feels his heart racing with anxiety. He didn’t mean to do that. He didn’t mean to make you cry. He didn’t mean to. All he wanted was to get rid of the stupid reminder, not ruin your priceless keepsake. Eddie stands there for a moment, unsure what to do with himself. He fucked up, he knows that, but he doesn’t know how to make it right. Your name falls from his lips in a stuttering mess. “I- I didn’t mean-”

Whipping your head back to shoot him a teary eyed glare, you cut him off. “Don’t.” A sad shake of your head, “Just don’t, Eddie.” You didn’t want to hear how he was just trying to make some kind of joke. It wasn’t funny. It was just cruel. You turn back to stare at the ruined item in your cupped hands.

Eddie backs up towards the door, eyes wide and voice small. “Sorry.” You don’t say anything, but of course he doesn’t really expect you to forgive him. He leaves you be, silently making his way out of your house.

On the drive home, he’s mentally kicking himself the entire time. Why did I do that? What is wrong with me? Why do I have to find a way to ruin everything? When he pulls into the gravel driveway of his uncle’s trailer, he cuts the engine and contemplates in silence.

He has to make this right. That valentine meant something to you. You kept that shitty scrap of paper for years while the rest of the class threw it in the trash where it belongs. That has to mean something, right? You wouldn’t keep trash for this long unless it was important, right?

Eddie runs a hand down his face as he belatedly processed what you said about him. I thought it was really sweet of you. You thought he was sweet? The tiny compliment is enough to bring a flush to his cheeks, and it only makes him feel worse about the whole situation. It’s going to take more than an apology to make it up to you.

It’s a few hours after the incident when you hear a knock at the door. “Coming!” You yell down the hall as you race to answer it. Seeing your kind smile fall when you realize it’s him, Eddie feels like you twisted a knife in his chest. He’s holding a modest bouquet of flowers towards you, gaze struggling to meet your own. “Well, look who it is.” You lean against the door frame, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’ve got some nerve, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie huffs a sigh, his breath visible in the frosty February evening. “I know. I know I don’t deserve to see you, but you deserve an apology. I came back to explain myself. Not that I had any right to do what I did.” He looks up at you from under his lashes. “Can I come in so we can talk?”

There’s a pout on your lips as you consider. The flowers do look very pretty, and he was thoughtful enough to have your favorite color as the centerpiece. Getting flowers last minute, on Valentine’s Day no less, was likely no easy feat, making the gesture more grand than usual. You hum in thought a moment before finally taking pity on the man practically groveling on your doorstep. “Fine.” You step aside to let him in, looking reluctant to do so.

Relief washes over him as you make room. The warmth of your home felt like a welcoming embrace upon his bone chilled body. Once the door is closed, Eddie outstretches the bouquet towards you again. “Uh, these are for you.”

Doing your best not to show how pleased you are, you take the flowers from him wordlessly. Eddie turns to walk towards your living room, and you take the moment to smell the sweetness of them while he isn’t watching. You sit on the couch, laying the bouquet on the coffee table for the time being.

Eddie continues to stand, feeling unworthy of your comforts. It feels reminiscent of when he first visited your home. The awkwardness of being new friends was evident as he stood in the corner, waiting for permission to sit on the couch or even enter the room. Now it’s like he wouldn’t sit even if you asked him to. Eddie preferred to pace while he talked. He has too much energy to expel to be still.

You give him your attention finally, arms crossed again, waiting for the apology he owes you. He clears his throat, hands nervously wringing together. “So first of all, I’m sorry for ruining your valentine. And your Valentine's day, for that matter. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” He chuckles dryly, nervously scratching the back of his neck. “Shit, I wasn’t thinking at all. I just got caught up in my stupid bullshit. But I swear, I wasn’t trying to be an asshole. It was just-” You raise an eyebrow, not quite believing him yet. Eddie releases a breath like it was struggling to get out. “Seeing that valentine I made that everyone gave me shit for…” he sighs again, struggling to find the words. “It just brought it all back. I was a kid again being pointed and laughed at in front of everyone.”

As he says this, your features soften when you recall what he’s talking about. You heard what some of the other kids were saying about Eddie’s valentines, but at the time you didn’t think he cared what they thought. He was always unapologetically himself to the point that the thought of Eddie being embarrassed or ashamed never even crossed your mind.

Eddie looks at you with a sad tilt of his head, wild curls bunching at his shoulder. “That doesn’t make it right, but I thought you ought to know why I did what I did.” He shakes his head dismissively. “It had nothing to do with you and I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself. I’m a fuckin’ idiot, sweetheart.” He smiles ruefully, “but you already knew that.” His eyes dim a little at his self-deprecation.

You nod in understanding, a small smile on your face. “I appreciate your apology.” You weren’t sure if you were ready to forgive him just yet, and you wanted to be sure he realized that.

Although Eddie knew it wouldn’t be easy, he can’t help but feel disappointed he hadn’t earned your forgiveness yet. Regardless, he nods with a tight lipped smile in acceptance before reaching a hand into the inner pocket of his leather jacket. “I wanted to make it up to you,” he pulls an envelope out, “with this.”

You blink owlishly at Eddie’s outstretched hand, surprised he brought more than flowers. Standing from the couch, you gingerly take the card from him, watching him for any signs of what it might be.

As you open the package, Eddie is already explaining his reasoning. “Now, I know it’s not the same, and it doesn’t hold the same meaning as the original, but I tried my best to remake it for you.”

Pulling the card from the envelope, you gasp at what you find. The writing is much neater, the drawings more detailed, and even the paper feels like it’s made of thicker material, but there is no doubt that this is Eddie’s reconstruction of the card he destroyed.

The premise of the card was the same. A penguin (your favorite animal at the time) wearing sunglasses, surrounded by icebergs with bubble letters saying ‘U R COOL’ after your name. The sketches are much more sophisticated than any nine year old could make. It was clear that Eddie had honed his art skills over the years by doodling in the margins of all his school work instead of paying attention in class. But it wasn’t what the card looked like that made it special. It was the thoughtful gesture itself.

When you look back up at Eddie, he shifts on his feet uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. He’s unsure what to make of your expression. “So, uh. Do you like it?” Before you can answer, he’s already speaking for you with a defeated slump of his shoulders. “You hate it, don’t you? I’m sorry, I know it’s not-”

“I love it.”

His eyes go wide, genuinely surprised. “Yeah?” He perks up when he sees your beaming face. “Really?” Eddie lets out a small ‘oof’ when you crash into him with an enthusiastic hug. His chuckling rumbles against your ear as you hold him tightly. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

Parting from the hug, you admire the valentine some more. “And I do forgive you, Eddie. I just wish you would have told me what Valentine’s Day really means to you sooner.” You search his dark chocolate eyes. “We’re friends, right? You know I would never make fun of you like that.”

And Eddie did know that, but in that moment, he couldn’t rationalize his intrusive thoughts away. It’s easier to hear that you’re loved versus actually believing it. All he can muster is a shrug, unable to put his inability to trust into words. “Yeah I know.”

With his unconvincing answer, you try a different approach to get him to understand what he means to you. Wordlessly, you leave the room leaving Eddie standing there wondering what you’re up to. You’re back before he gets the chance to overthink your departure, a picture frame in hand. As you fiddle with the tiny metal prongs holding the backing in place, you begin to explain. “From now on, I’m gonna make sure everyone sees this.” You slot the valentine into the frame before securing the backing once more.

You hang your trophy in the center of your living room wall. Once you’re satisfied with the results, you take a step back and admire it with your hands on your hips. “There. Now, anytime someone visits me, I can brag to them about the personal valentine you made me.” Looking back over your shoulder, you see Eddie smirking bashfully.

“Oh come on. No one’s gonna want to see that.” He gestures to the hand drawn image, but you’re already shaking your head defiantly.

“Too bad. They’re gonna have to. Matter of fact, I’m gonna require they marvel at it for no less than 60 seconds before they can even enter my home.” Your arms are crossed with a playful smile on your face.

Eddie chuckles and there’s a small pause as he appreciates you. “You’re such a dork,” is his mumbled response.

You point up at the framed doodled penguin adorned in shades behind you with an astonishing amount of confidence. “Not according to my best friend.”

He huffs an exasperated sigh. “That’s it. I’m taking it back.” Eddie starts towards the wall, reaching above you. “You’re not cool anymore.”

Instinctually, you put your hands on his chest in an attempt to stop him, but Eddie isn’t one to back down. “No! You can’t!” Giggles bubble out of you as you try your best to stand your ground. “I am cool!”

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pukefactory · 1 month ago

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please please please 🙏🥺 Can I get a Shelly x reader dating Headcanon ?!! Please I'll give you my soul for her !! She's my Shayla !!(With Kissy missy...)

•• ━━━ •• XENO-DINOSAUR •• ━━━ ••

˚₊ Summary: A Compilation of Dating Shelly Headcannons

˚₊ Character(s): Shelly Fossilian (Dandy’s World)

˚₊ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

˚₊ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

˚₊ Image Credits: @mellosno1fan

𓆌 Shelly is genuinely surprised that you’re interested in her. The first time you confessed your feelings, she blinked at you for a good few seconds before blurting out, “H-Huh?? OH! You’re asking me?” She wasn’t rejecting you—just trying to process that someone actually liked her like that. Once she recovered, her excitement was impossible to hide. “This is like discovering a new fossil layer!” she cheered, practically bouncing.

𓆌 Since her favorite dinosaur changes every week, you always brace yourself for an impassioned discussion. One week, she’ll be praising the intelligence of Troodons, and the next, she’s gushing about the sheer size of Argentinosaurs. “Hey, listen—imagine if we could ride one! I’d totally bring you along, don’t worry!” You might not always keep up with her dino facts, but you love watching her light up when she talks about them.

𓆌 Shelly is the ultimate cheerleader in your life. Big test? “You got this!” Bad day? “I’m here for you!” Even if you’re just struggling to open a jar, she’s right there encouraging you like you’re on an excavation mission. If you achieve even the smallest success, she beams like she just unearthed a T-Rex skeleton.

𓆌 Since she’s learning to sew, she tries making you little gifts. They’re not perfect, and she’s very self-conscious about them, but she’s trying her best. One day, she shyly hands you a lumpy, slightly misshapen plush of your favorite dinosaur. “Uh… it’s kinda wonky, but I hope you like it!” She looks ready to hide in her shell until you reassure her that it’s adorable.

𓆌 Shelly is fast—really fast. Whether it’s running errands or putting together puzzles, she somehow finishes before you’ve even started. “Finished as fast as a Gallimimus!” she declares, hands on her hips while you gape at her. You’re constantly amazed by how quick she is, but you have to remind her to slow down sometimes so you can keep up.

𓆌 Shelly is a bit hesitant about physical affection at first, mostly because she’s not used to receiving it. But the first time you hug her, she practically melts in your arms. “Oh—oh wow, okay, this is nice!” She becomes a lot more affectionate after that, often hugging you out of nowhere with an excited “Hooray, I’m not extinct!”

𓆌 Since she often feels ignored, just the fact that you actively notice her makes her unbelievably happy. You remember little details about her, like her favorite fossils or the way she fidgets when she’s nervous. One day, you surprise her with a notebook covered in ammonite stickers, and she tears up on the spot. “Y-You actually thought about me that much?”

𓆌 Shelly adores taking you on little fossil-hunting adventures. She’s in her element when she’s out in nature, digging through rocks and explaining different prehistoric eras. Even if you don’t find anything, she still grins at you like you’re the best discovery of all.

𓆌 Shelly doesn’t get jealous easily, but she does get insecure. If she ever notices you giving more attention to someone else, she won’t say anything, but she gets quieter. It takes a gentle nudge for her to admit what’s wrong. “I-It’s silly, but… I guess I’m just used to being overlooked.” You make sure to remind her that she’s the only one you’re interested in.

𓆌 Just as much as she loves dinosaurs, she wants to hear about what you love too. No matter how niche or random your hobbies are, she listens with wide-eyed excitement, nodding along enthusiastically. “Wait, wait—tell me more! This is like uncovering an ancient mystery!” Seeing you happy makes her just as happy.

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sweetbans29 · 1 year ago

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Hey You - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x reader

Summary: You and Caitlin have a history - from growing up together to dating in high school. You both decided that it would be best to end things before going to college and that's what you did. Little did you know that seeing each other nearly four years later would have you both admitting things should have been different.

Warnings: You are looking at some angst, some suggestive themes and some fluff, nothing too crazy ;) mentions of head injury

Word Count: 6.0k

Hey You PART 2

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: Hi and welcome! This is my first writing and would love any feedback or ideas! I hope you enjoy!

You were sitting in the backseat of your friend's car rubbing your hands on your jeans. Your friend Jamie was driving you and two other friends to the women's NCAA basketball game in Cleveland. All of you attended a university in Pittsburgh and thought it would be a fun girls' day to go watch the championship game. It was going to be iconic and deep down, you knew you wouldn't miss it for the world. You had been following the teams closely this year despite the squeeze to your heart that came with seeing her name. Looking out the window you continue to rub your hands on your pants.

Your friends all knew Iowa was home for you and that you played basketball growing up. They knew you had friends who ended up playing college ball but an injury you suffered junior year of high school caused you to shift gears when it came to college. They also knew that you and Caitlin Clark had played high school ball together - but that was all they knew on the subject. They didn't know you had grown up together and had been best friends since the first day of sixth grade or that she held your heart in high school and may or may not hold it today.

As you look out the window your mind begins to wander back to when you were young...

It was the first day of sixth grade and your family had just moved to Des Moines, IA for your dad's job. Starting at a new school at the start of junior high was not ideal but you were determined to make the best of it. As you entered homeroom - you took a seat next to another girl who wasn't completely dolled up due to it being the first day. You didn't say anything as you sat down and pulled out a notebook that was completely covered in NBA stickers. The girl next to you perked up when she looked over and saw several familiar faces, even some of her favorites.

She leans over and points to one of the players and says, "That is one of my favorites." I look up at her with a huge smile and reply, "He is great but not as great as Kobe." She nods in agreement and we continue talking about other players who made their spotlight on your Fivestar notebook.

Fast forward to freshman year of high school - you and Caitlin are at pre-season training. Both of you had a single goal in mind which was making varsity. You knew she would make it no problem, but for you, it was going to take a little more. The two of you put in the work, when you weren't at training you were either at a park practicing or at her house training. When you found out you both made varsity after all those hours of hard work you went out to get froyo to celebrate. The night ended with a sleepover at yours that included a movie marathon and many many snacks.

When you snap back to being present with your friends, you realize you are already at the arena. You take a deep breath and get out of the car with your friends to brave the lines to enter the stadium. It was amazing to see the attention women's college basketball has gotten during March Madness this year. The spotlight on all the teams in the Sweet Sixteen, then the Elite Eight to the Final Four all leading to today had brought a lot of attention to the sport and the players. Not only the spotlight on the teams but the spotlight put on Caitlin was something that never really surprised you as you knew how incredible she was and is. Seeing how much she had blown up made you proud of the player she had become but also rattled the box you had put her in that lived in the deepest part of your heart. As you are standing in line to get in, your mind takes you back again...

It was the summer before junior year and your mom and dad just surprised you with your own car. You freaked out and couldn't stop thanking them. Of course, it was their pleasure as you were almost the perfect child. Caitlin was already on her way over as you had plans to go out to get food before having a lazy day. The two of you always worked hard but on the other side of that, you both had major lazy days throughout your friendship. These lazy days consisted of movie marathons, pillow forts, naps, and all the snacks you could ever imagine. The beginning of these days stemmed from making plans one day but you were both so tired you ended up napping on the floor in Caitlin's living room, never seeing the light of day.

Caitlin pulls in and you come running out pointing at the car in the driveway. She jumps out of her car and you both freak out and jump right in. After grabbing food you headed back to yours and settled into the pillow fort you had set up before she got there. You throw on Princess Diaries and you both are knocked out within the first 20 minutes.

When you feel yourself come back to consciousness, you notice the only light in the room is coming from the TV screen. You also felt extremely hot. As you begin to move you feel a squeeze around your torso. Looking down, a smile appears on your face as you realize Caitlin is cuddled into your side and hugging you as if you were a teddy bear. Your arm is draped around her back as her head is nestled into your neck. Her breath is steady - inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. It was slightly comedic as she has a solid few inches on you but when she was curled up into your side she looked like a little girl. You slowly start to rub her back and you hear her groan and bury herself deeper into you and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

This wasn't the first time that you both had ended up cuddling next to each other on a lazy day. It had become more common over the last few months than it had been before. You noticed it was typically Caitlin who ended up cuddled into your side but every blue moon you ended up in her arms. Once one of you woke up, you would usually break apart almost immediately - secretly both wishing it would last longer. It all felt so natural that neither of you questioned it. Due to how dedicated you both were to your sport neither of you really had time for boys or relationships so you both just leaned into each other.

You continue to rub her back until you feel her fingers play with the backside of your shirt - this is your signal that she is no longer asleep. Neither of you made a move to untangle yourselves from the other and that was when you knew that the feelings you were pushing down for your best friend might be reciprocated and that alone was enough to hold her even tighter.

Later that night you took your new car and went to get ice cream. You both sat there for hours talking and laughing. That night held your first kiss with Caitlin. It was in the parking lot of your local grocery store, a pint of ice cream in the center console. It was nothing crazy but as you drove back home with her hand in your hand, neither of you could wipe the smile off of your face.

You are brought back to reality when your friend nudged you for the tickets as you were next to get them scanned. While you didn't have to worry about the drive, you were tasked with getting the tickets. Grabbing your phone, you open up your tickets for the guy to scan. As you all pass through security at Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse, you make your way to your seats before braving the sea of spectators to grab yourself some food and a drink (there was no way you were getting through this whole event without a drink by your side).

The usher directed you to where your seats were and you were insanely grateful that you were the one to choose where you all sat. You choose the same section you always supported Caitlin in your senior year of high school...

It was the championship game junior year of high school and you were in the starting lineup. The game was going to be a tough one but you had no doubt in your mind that it wasn't yours for the taking. Everything was perfect. You were already talking to a couple schools to play in college. Caitlin and you had been dating for a few months and you were going to ask her to be your girlfriend your next lazy day which so happened to be tomorrow. Everything seemed it was going your way.

The seconds were counting down in the second quarter and the score was 38-38. If there was one thing you knew, it was that you were not going into halftime tied. You were passed the ball as the seconds ticked away. The other team had just scored, which gave your team possession with just enough time to make something happen. As you made your way down the court you scoped out the scene in front of you. The other team was doing everything in their power to avoid yours from scoring.

Your first vision played out was getting the ball to Caitlin, knowing she could make it happen but the girl defending her was doing a damn good job of keeping her just out of reach. You then scanned to my other teammate Jada who you knew was great at getting the ball where it needed to go in the nick of time. As you were about to pass it her way you took one final look at the clock and realized that time was just about out. You made the decision to take it up the middle, faking the defender that was covering you and going for a quick layup on the left side. As your last foot left the ground, before you knew it you were back against the ground with a pulsing head and pain shooting everywhere.

You don't dare move, you have no idea what just happened. There is a ringing in both of your ears and your vision is blurry and the pain - the pain has your body shutting down to protect itself. Your eyes start to close slowly as you faintly feel someone grab your arm as someone appears in your sight. It takes you a second to realize it is Caitlin - you give a small smile. Then everything goes black.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. That is the first thing you hear as you start to regain consciousness. Confusion hits almost immediately as the last thing you remember is getting ready to play the championship game. You begin to wiggle your fingers and they feel sore, now that you start to feel more - everything is sore.

Before you decide to open your eyes you try to take a deep breath. Yet another thing that is painful to do. You decide you need to open your eyes to figure out where you are and what has happened. As your eyes open, it takes a few blinks to get a clear picture of what is in front of you. You are in the hospital, in a hospital bed. The sun is shining in through the window and you start to look around to see if you can find any clues as to what has happened. There are no casts or bandages that you can see but when you make a minor move in the bed it felt like you got hit by a truck.

Your mom was in the room reading a book. When you began to move, you let out a groan which caused her to look up and quickly make her way to your side. As she gets to your bedside, your dad makes his way through the doorway.

"Baby girl, oh baby girl," your mom begins as she gives you a hug which really only causes more pain to shoot around your body but you weren't going to push her away. Your dad comes and sits on your other side and takes hold of your hand.

"Hi sweetie," your dad says. You look up at him and with your eyes try and get him to explain what had happened, knowing your mom wasn't in a state to do so.

"You were taken out seconds before the halftime buzzer went off," he began. Your eyes lay intently on him. He takes a moment before continuing. "You were going for a layup to put your team ahead going into halftime and a girl from the other team misjudged your movement and body slammed you causing you to go head-first into the ground."

It then all started coming back to you, the pain that shot straight to your head and trying to not pass out. You let go of his hand and start to feel around your head. It had a wrap around it which you didn't even think about when you were making your first assessment of what had happened. Your dad continued.

"You were rushed to the hospital due to your ears bleeding and you not waking up. The doctors determined you had a skull fracture and took you to an emergency surgery. Everything went smoothly and you are recovering well," your father says with sad eyes. If there is anything you know about your dad it is that he shares your dream of going to a D1 school to play basketball in college. The way he was looking at you right now, you immediately knew that even though the surgery went well, everything you had hoped and dreamed about was all about to change.

You continued to listen to how your parents were so happy you were alive and okay and that you should make a full recovery - even though you knew deep down that it truly wouldn't be full. You had learned that it has been almost 2 days since the game. Your parents step out of the room to give you some time to rest - even though you couldn't look at a screen that just left you sitting there with life-changing news. You looked around to see if you could find your phone to text or call Caitlin when she made her way through the door.

She looks just as beat up as you feel. As she walks up to you, she avoids eye contact which you so desperately wanted. Without saying a word, she comes up to your bedside and slowly makes her way into the hospital bed with you. You lift your arm and allow her to curl up by your side. A deep breath finally escapes your body and as you exhale you can feel her body release silent sobs.

All you can do is rub her back. Lying there with her has jogged your memory that she was the last face you saw before you blacked out on the court. Knowing her, these past two days were probably a living hell. You muster up all the strength you have to lean down and kiss the top of her head.

Not many people knew about your relationship. It was really only family and your coaches. Being on the same team, you both decided it would be best to keep your relationship between the two of you. It was a challenge at times but everyone knew the two of you were best friends so there were a lot of things that you did that people wouldn't look twice at.

One thing about Caitlin was that certain things were enhanced when you two started dating. Most of the things didn't affect your day-to-day like the amount of sweatshirts she stole doubled (which didn't bother you as you would just steal hers to replace the ones she had taken, it got to the point where it started a playful argument over a sweatshirt that she swore was here but was actually originally yours). Another that affected her more than either of us really realized was how protective she had become.

You first realized this when you got fouled at practice and Caitlin got all up into her space yelling at her. You had to grab her and pull her away which then led your coach to call for everyone to do suicide sprints. You don't even want to think about the girl who fouled you in the game and caused you to be hospitalized.

"Hey you," you say as it had sort of become your way of saying 'hey babe' without the world knowing. You feel her shift in your arms as she brings her hand up to wipe away her tears.

"You scared me," is all she says before letting out a few more silent sobs. You continue to rub her back and give her shoulder a little squeeze.

"You can't get rid of me that easily," you respond with a laugh. The laugh hurts but decide to keep quite about your pain, only quiet to Caitlin, never your doctors.

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon cuddled up on the hospital bed. When the sun starts to go down you tell Caitlin she should head home to get some rest. She protests, of course, but ultimately folds to your request. She comes over and gives you a quick peck which leaves you unsatisfied. You grab her hand and pull her back to give her a proper kiss. As your lips part you mumble a breathy 'I love you'. It was the first time it had been said between the two of you in a manner that wasn't referring to your friendship. The smile that spread across her face lifted your soul.

"I love you," she replies as she leans down pressing her lips against yours. "Well not I REALLY don't want to go," she says with a laugh.

"One night won't hurt anyone - also you need a shower," you say making a face to try and sell the fact that you just called your girlfriend smelly. She scoffs and waves you off.

Following getting out of the hospital, it was a hard reality to face that you weren't going to be able to play ball for a long while. The journey ahead was a long one and you couldn't be more thankful that Caitlin was right by your side.

Two of your friends were coming back with beers when you snapped back to where you were. It was just about time for the athletes to come out and begin their warm-ups. Your heart began to race as you heard the announcer call the teams out.

As both teams make their way onto the floor, your eyes scan for her. As much as you didn't want to, you couldn't help yourself. It took about a whole 5 seconds to find her. Your heart stops and it feels like time slows as you see her running out and making her way to warm up. The first thing you notice is how even after four years, she starts warming up from the same spot. She is on the opposite side of the court facing where you are sitting getting ready to start her pregame ritual. You then notice, how her upper body has filled out a little more as she has matured and increased her strength training. Her hair is in a neatly pulled-back pony with a headband to catch her flyaways. She was as cool as a cucumber.

There were so many things that amazed you about Caitlin but one of the biggest ones was how calm she was before a game. Especially a game like today.

She was completely mesmerizing. You couldn't help but smile, knowing that she was living her dream. You watched her as she continued to warm up and couldn't wait to cheer her on.

The seats you had chosen were right across from Iowa's bench. every game you watched your senior year of high school was from this exact location.

As the warm-ups come to an end and they are just about to announce the starting lineup, your heartbeat begins to quicken...

Going into senior year, your relationship with Caitlin was better than ever. It was a tough journey to come to face the fact that you weren't going to play ball your senior year but you put all that extra energy into loving and supporting Caitlin. You still went to practice and your coach sort of brought you on as an assistant coach. It was great still being a part of the team.

You decided to play the role of the supportive girlfriend during games rather than sitting on the bench with the other players and coaches. It wasn't that you couldn't sit on the bench, rather it came from knowing how competitive Caitlin gets. She didn't need another person telling her how things could have been different or better, she needed someone who was going to cheer her on no matter what and get her out of her head when she got tunnel vision. She was the hardest person on herself.

Before every game when they called her name in the lineup as starting point guard and she made her way down the line of girls she got to the end and pointed to you with a smile. Then at the end of every game, you would wait down the hall of the girls' locker room and greet her when the team got out of their post-game meeting. It became your guys' things.

You weren't expecting it. It didn't even occur to you but when they announce her name and she makes her way down the court and at the end of the line she points directly in your direction and smiles. Your heart stops and she stops in her tracks, her smile dropping immediately. She does a double-take and just stares at you for a second. A small smile starts to creep onto your face and her eyes are on yours. You give her a little nod and she finally breaks away shaking her head with a smile growing on her face. She joins her team for their first huddle of the game.

Your heart feels like it is beating out of its chest. You had imagined it a thousand times since your friends mentioned wanting to go to the championship game. It was the reason you chose these seats. Even in all of the fantasizing about seeing her - you didn't imagine it to actually happen. There were thousands of people in this arena and her eyes found yours.

As the team is in their huddle, she stands up and looks back over at you. A smile now playing on her lips in full view as she can't stop glancing over to the familiar spot.

You want to go down to her and tell her to focus on her coach. Her head needs to be in this game and not turning to look up at you. Although the frequency of her looks brings butterflies to your stomach with every glance.

Once they break, the game begins and you can see Caitlin lock into the game. You cheer with all the other fans as the final game of her college career is underway.

The game is a complete nail-biter. There were times when Caitlin absolutely was killing the game, shooting her signature threes and playmaking. At other times, she let the ball slip and you knew that she would hold onto that but never let anyone see how much it truly affected her. She was really good at shaking off her mistakes in the eyes of others but you knew her too well.

As the game begins to come to an end and you can see the victory slip away from Iowa, your eyes focus on your girl. She is staying composed but you know she is feeling it. In the final minute of the game, Caitlin makes her way to the bench, hugging each one of her coaches then takes a seat with a blank stare.

Your eyes try to stay away from her but she naturally draws your attention. In the final seconds of the game, as South Carolina begins to celebrate Caitlin's eyes make their way to yours. You only hold them for a second but that was all you needed to know she was hurting.

The game ends and you see the team head into the locker rooms. Your friends decide to head to the floor to see if they can talk to any of the players (more like the player's brothers), You use this time to sneak away and try to find the Iowa locker room. You know there is no way they would let you in but you start sweet-talking the security guard. In less than 2 minutes, you were pacing in the same spot you would always wait for Caitlin after a game. As you wait for her, your nerves pick up as your mind continues to take you down memory lane...

You and Caitlin had just graduated high school and you were celebrating in your favorite fashion, with her curled up in your side. The plans the two of you had for the summer were laid out on the floor next to you. It was going to be the best summer and indeed it was until it wasn't.

It was a few days before Caitlin needed to head off for off-season training at the University of Iowa. You were hanging out at her house in her gym. You both had been avoiding the elephant in the room.

It was a conversation you both knew you needed but didn't want to have. You knew that Caitlin's only commitment was to play D1 ball which was once your dream too. You also know to do that, she couldn't have anything holding her back.

The two of you finish some conditioning which leaves you both panting and sitting on the floor.

"As much as I love you, I hate doing cardio," you say in between breaths.

"Ya well, my favorite form of cardio involves a lot less running and a lot more of you..." she says with a smile. "Caitlin!" You gasp and push her over as she bursts out laughing.

You let out a few laughs yourself but then hear her quiet down. Looking over at her, you see her whole mood shifts. She comes in and hugs your torso, burying her face in you. You scoot closer to hold her, knowing what is about to come next. It feels like hours pass before you decide to speak.

"Caitlin, you know I love you. And I want the world for you. You are and will always be my best friend," you say rubbing her back. She squeezes you even more. "We both know where your head needs to be when you head to training. You will always be my person but in this next season you need to be your teams' person."

Silence fills the space again. Your eyes begin to fill with tears and you swallow the sobs that taunt your lips. Then she finally speaks.

"You are my person," she says just above a whisper, you almost miss it.

"This doesn't mean I will stop being your person. Like I said, I will always be your person. We both knew this was coming and we have done a really good job of putting it off," you try to lighten the mood. She doesn't budge.

She lets go of you and sits up. You wipe away her tears. They just keep falling.

"I just don't like the idea of losing you," she says as she starts playing with a piece of your hair. "You aren't losing me, babe," you reply but both of you knew that wasn't true.

"This was always the plan," you start. "And I will always be cheering you on," you say with the best smile you could muster. No matter how much it would hurt you would support her until your last breath.

"So that means you will be at the championship game when I take Iowa to the NCAA championship?" her question lightening the mood.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," you say as you give her one last kiss.

You are pulled back to reality when you hear some of the players head out. Caitlin was typically the last one out of the lockers and with the way you knew she was feeling it was going to be a minute.

It is about another 15 minutes of you pacing in the hallway for the door to open again. Your head whips around to see her coming out. She looks completely defeated. She would never show this side of her to the press.

As you turn to face her, she looks up. You say the only thing that felt right.

"Hey, you."

She immediately makes her way to you. Your arms wrap around her as her head buries its way into your neck. Despite her being taller, Caitlin loved to be held as if she was the shorter one. Your heels were definitely helping.

"I really wanted that," she mumbles into you after a few moments. You rub her back like you always used to. "I know...I know."

"Your legacy is so much more than that one game and I am so beyond proud of everything you have accomplished," you begin. "And with that, I know this was one of your dreams." Caitlin stays quiet and sinks into being held by you.

The two of you finally break apart, her hand doesn't leave your arm and you can't complain. You missed her touch so much. You missed her. She keeps rubbing your arm and you feel like you will melt.

"I have to head into a press meeting, but can we catch up later? Are you staying in town?" Caitlin asks.

"I came into town with some friends, we are staying at a hotel a few blocks away. Call me when you are done with press?" You reply hopeful.

"I'll call you the second I am out," she ways with a smile. Oh how you missed that smile.

You head back to the hotel you are staying at to change into something a little more casual. Your friends checked in and told you they were going out to a bar and wanted you to meet up with them. You let them know you were catching up with an old friend and that they shouldn't wait up for you. You get ready to meet up with Caitlin - changing your shirt and shoes into something more comfortable, keeping the jeans you wore to the game. Right after you finish changing your phone begins to ring.

"Hey you," you answer as you begin to gather a few things in your purse.

"Hey babe," Caitlin responds causing your cheeks to blush and your stomach to fly. A smile is plastered on your face. "I am out of press and am going to head to my hotel, would you be up for meeting me there?"

"Of course, just shoot over the address and I will head that way," you say as your phone pings. She was already sending it as you asked.

"I will see you in a few," she says before you both hang up.

You make your way to her hotel which is surprisingly only a 10-minute walk. You follow her directions on how to get up to her room and knock on the door. The nerves begin to build up and you feel like you are back in high school. Your hands make their way to rub against your jeans, a familiar place for them today.

Caitlin opens the door with a huge smile on her face as she moves away to let you in. "I thought it would be better to meet here, a little more privacy," she says as she closes the door.

The two of you spend the next 4 hours catching up on life and how college has been. She talks about all the records she has broken and how she can finally start looking at what comes after college ball. She talks about her family and how much they miss you. You follow her by also mentioning how your parents are so proud of her and miss her as well. You continue by talking about how you are going full-time with the company you are working for post-graduation. You talk about all the traveling you have been able to do and she gets to pitch in with the travels that she has done. It was like no time as passed, I mean above all you were best friends.

As the conversation begins to die down you realize how close the two of you became. You are sitting on a couch with your legs hanging over her lap and her hands on your knee.

A sigh escapes your lips as you close your eyes and take in the moment. You feel her hand begin to make its way to your thigh.

"Seeing you in the crowd today was something else," Caitlin begins. You cut her off, "Well I made a promise once to be there if a certain someone that if they made it to the championship, I would be there."

"If???" Caitlin yells with a fake offended tone and slaps your knee. You let out a little yelp, "Okay, okay, when." Your eyes roll as she starts to draw patterns on your leg.

After another long pause, Caitlin speaks again.

"I think we made a mistake," she says not daring to look you in the eye.

If you were going to be honest, you never wanted to end things when you went to college but you weren't going to make things harder than they had to be. Long distance wouldn't have worked for the two of you. You would have managed but with her schedule and yours, it would have done more damage than good. So you didn't fight her but there were numerous times that you wish would would have fought for her on ending things.

"I think I made a mistake," she continues as she finally looks up at you. You take her hands in yours and reply, "It was the right decision at the time. We didn't know better, we were young."

You continue. "But that was then and here we are now," touching her arm and giving it a little squeeze. After seeing her and how she has filled out, you have been waiting to get your hands on her arms. "And we are both about to graduate and my plan was to come back to Iowa..."

"There is no one like you," she says as she leans closer to you. You let out a little laugh.

"No Caitlin, there is no one like you," you say as your hand comes up to cup her face. You both smile as your lips meet. It is like no time has passed, her lips are still so familiar.

After a few more kisses, you both moved to the bed. She curled up into your side and your arms made their around her. You are her home and she is yours.

"I love you," you whispered as you kissed her head.

"And I love you," she responds as you both drift to sleep, more at peace than either of you have felt over the past four years.

AN: TADA! Let me know your thoughts! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

Now go check out PART 2!

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nickistuffs · 4 months ago

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Design Choices

Hi, I’m back with some inspiration! As a designer in product development, this photo really resonates with me.

Pairing: Harry x Designer Reader (curvy or plus size—whatever you feel works best! This is just my preference 😌)

Summary: Harry invites you to a Pleasing meeting.

Word Count: 874

Warnings: None. Just fluff 💗

Please enjoy! I’m just doing this for fun.

✨masterlist✨ read the rest of Harry x Designer Reader there ...

Today, Harry had a meeting for his cosmetics brand, Pleasing. While getting ready, he saw his girlfriend sitting at her desk, working on designs and 3D renders for various brands vying for her talent.

He’d always wanted to add Y/N to his team of designers or do a small collaboration. However, being the shy and offline person she is, Y/N mostly kept her work to her portfolio and artworks online, with little to no social media presence. She’d told him before that she didn’t want to be seen as the girl who got work because of her boyfriend—something Harry found ridiculous since he would’ve gladly welcomed her on the team if she’d asked.

After slipping on his socks, he tiptoed to her workspace, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and placed soft kisses on her head. Briefly, he watched her work on what appeared to be a floor plan for a coffee shop. An idea crossed his mind, one he hoped she’d be open to.

“Hey, baby. Are you busy today?”

“Uhmm, not really. I’m just finishing my files, and my meeting got moved to tomorrow. Why?” she replied while continuing to type up details and notes for her contractors.

“Well, if you’re done with that, would you like to join me in a meeting today?”

She quickly saved her file and closed her laptop, looking at Harry with curiosity.

“For… your next album?”

“No, silly! For Pleasing. We’re finalizing some packaging boxes and stickers for a new nail polish release this New Year.”

“Oh! Right, sorry. My mind’s been all over the place.”

“No worries, love. So, do you want to come?”

“Sure, but can you pack my stuff for me? I’ll just go change.”

“Go ahead. I’ll take care of it for you.”

Harry rummaged through her work bag, filled with her essentials: a pen case, notebooks, journals, sample swatches, three different types of measuring tools, and other knick-knacks she might need for meetings or site visits. Knowing her, inspiration—or a design mishap—could strike at any moment. He added her laptop and earphones to the bag just as she walked back into the room.

“Ready! Do you have my bag, babe?”

“Yup, everything’s secured. I’ll just put on my shoes, and we can go.” ...

As Harry drove them to Pleasing’s unofficial office, he broke the silence.

“Babe, thank you for coming with me today. I thought you’d say no and stay home.”

“Well, I know I’ve said I didn’t want to be part of the product development team, but I still want to support you. If going to this meeting means so much to you, I’ll gladly hop in when I’m free.”

At a red light, Harry grabbed her hand and kissed it gently. ...

When they arrived at the small office, Harry and Y/N were greeted warmly and offered coffee, pastries, and nuts. She placed her bag on the floor and settled onto the couch, her eyes immediately drawn to the sparkly, hot-pressed foils on the PR boxes inside a nearby cardboard box.

“You can touch them if you like,” said Harry’s head designer.

“Thank you. Harry, may I?”

“I know you’re dying to feel it, love. Don’t let me stop you.”

Harry smiled at her excitement as she examined the new products Pleasing had created. He silently observed her body language, sweating a little as he hoped nothing was out of place—knowing how detail-oriented she was.

“These are so nice. The feel is great. Do you have options where the box is fully foiled or mixed with matte finishes for texture variety?”

A sigh of relief escaped Harry’s lips as he saw her getting into her element.

“Yeah, we have all of that here,” the head designer replied. “Here are the inserts, the bottles, and other packaging we’ve printed, along with the initial samples, if you want to try them.”

They laid everything out on the table. Y/N immediately locked eyes with Harry.

“These are amazing! The supplier you got is really good. You have to tell me who they are!”

Harry chuckled at her enthusiasm.

“It’s a secret, love. I can’t reveal that to the competition. I might even ask the team to whip up an NDA before you leave.”

The three of them laughed at Harry’s joke, but soon the meeting shifted into a more serious tone. Work began in earnest, with Harry choosing his preferred designs, giving feedback, and discussing limitations and options with the team.

Meanwhile, Y/N started snapping photos of Harry looking serious, as well as top-down shots of the table and the stickers he was pointing to.

**“What do you think, love?” Harry asked.

“Sorry, I was distracted. Can you say that again, babe?”

“I asked if we should add another color to the collection, or if this is enough?”

“Well, is it in your budget? I thought you already finalized a color story. Adding another might confuse the supplier if it’s a last-minute change. I’d recommend saving it for your next release or an expansion of the range, maybe with a different collaborator.”

Harry nodded, impressed by her quick, thoughtful response. He felt a surge of pride, knowing he was in a relationship with someone as brilliant and passionate as she was. ... Thank you so much for reading! I have more in store and might write again soon. See you! 💗

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 1 year ago

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Emily: "I'm so happy Vaggie got her wings back! That's so wonderful!"

Charlie: "YES TOTALLY and she hasn't even cried today because of them so far, which is extra amazingly fun!!!!"

Emily: "Oh no... why would she cry from having wings again...?"

Charlie: "Cramps."

Emily: "Oh no!! Doesn't stretching them help with that???"

Charlie: "It helps her wings a LOT but then she cries."

Emily: "....can we clarify that a little?"

Charlie: "We-lllllll...."

-last week-

Chaggie: (sitting on couch together) (charlie folded up scribbing in notebook) (vaggie slumped over armrest reading a paperback)

Vaggie: (shifts) (rubs her neck) (still reading)

Charlie: (humming showtune)

Vaggie: (shifts again) (hums with her) (wings pop out)

Charlie: (busy adding stickers to notebook doesn't notice)

Vaggie: (leaning forward) (still busy reading)

Charlie: (giggling and putting sticker on her own cheek)

Vaggie's wings: (gentle flap)

Vaggie: (turns page) (oblivious)

Charlie: (tucks loose hair back in place) (otherwise also oblivious)

Vaggie's wings: (biiiiiiiiiiiiiig stretchy out behind her.....)

Chaggie: (fails a spot check)

Charlie, still giggling: "Hey Vaggie~ You want a stick~er~"

Vaggie's wings: (SMACKS THE AIR REPETEDLY AND WITH KILLING INTENT) (LIKE THE AIR IS A LVING THING THEY WANT DEAD)

Charlie: "-AWUGH!"

Vaggie: (yeets book) (PANIC) "Charlie!?"

Charlie: (lying on the floor) (groans)

Vaggie: "Charlie!!!!"

Charlie: "guhhh... wha'd i hit...?"

Vaggie: (THROWING HERSELF ON KNEES NEXT TO CHARLIE AND CRADLING THE GIRLFRIEND TO HER CHEST) "Sweetie don't move, your eyes won't focus and I think you're concussed- I, I think my wings-" (HORRIFIED) "-my wings..."

Charlie: (staring to one side of her) "Vaggieeee.. there two of yous...."

Vaggie: "...I did this to you."

Charlie: (giggling) "hehehe. double pretty~"

Vaggie: (tearing up) "I hurt you, Charlie."

Charlie: (still giggling) "good job with the being prettiness. gold star. A for adorable!" (sticks a sticker on Vaggie's cheek) (passes out)

Vaggie: "CHARLIE NOOOOOO!!!!!!"

-this week-

Charlie: "....and I think I woke up a few times while she was running around the hotel yelling for help, but I all I remember is thinking 'yay! girlfriend princess carry time!' and then snuggling in for another nap. So it's all still a blur until Husk wrapped some chipped ice in a rag for my head and helped bring down the swelling."

Emily: "....."

Charlie: "Point is- Vaggie was STILL sobbing into my chest when I woke up, and since then it's been a damn struggle just to get her wings out long enough for me to even PREEN them!"

Emily: (blushing) "...it, it has?"

Charlie: (pouting) "She makes me wear a helmet for it and everything..."

Emily: ".... that's... unfortunate."

Charlie: "She did like the sticker though." (sighs) "SO! How's Sir Pentious doing up there with HIS new wings??"

Emily: "Oh don't worry! It's nothing like that!! He's-"

Sir Pentious: (slides by SHRIEKING and SCREAMING grabbing at clouds desperately as he's dragged along by wildly flapping wings, followed by a crowd of heaven's denizens all shouting encouragements and advise as he zooms away into the distance, wailing)

Emily: "....he's adjusting."

Charlie: "Yay~!"

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #chaggie #vaggie #emily hazbin hotel #sir pentious #incorrect quotes #vaggie has her wings again!#charlie has head trauma #vaggie is traumatized #emily is getting a headache #angelic sir pentious is on cloud nine #and ascending rapidly #with great and unwilling speed #im sure he'll be fine

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mwahbabe · 2 months ago

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alright hear me out, Chloe with a girlfriend who loves doing arts and crafts so any other day she's like: look I made this for you, and it's the cutest letter in the shape of a heart or something (Chloe totally has all her letter collection on a box and rereads them regularly)

(I'm just a girl who wants to give Chloe love letters 😔)

too sweet ◞♡

paring: chloe price x fem! reader

fluff, romance, established relationship, just pure sweetness, soft chloe, weed mentioned(no drug use) jellycat mentioned, gayyy shitttt, suggestive at the end;)

a/n: REAL. omg love letters are my weakness, i wanna give chloe princess treatment so bad:(( tysm for requesting and so close to valentine’s day!

chloe didn’t give two shits about valentine’s day before she met you. just some lame ass money making holiday for people to spent money on unnecessary shit for their partners, well that mindset went straight out the window once you two became a couple. chloe had already cheesily asked you to be her valentine a few days before which you happily accepted of course. chloe had taken you out, parking her pickup truck near the beach with a picnic blanket laid down on the back with both of your favourite take out, snacks and beer with music playing on her truck speaker. knowing chloe she wasn’t a fancy dinner, super expensive gifts kind of girl, but she spoiled you, she always did, and you could feel the thought and love put into everything she did for you. this day especially.

chloes grinning from ear to ear, the sunset casting a warm glow over her face as she hands you a red gift bag with white hearts on. “happy valentine's day babe.”

“aw thankyou!” you gasp softly and smiled at her before looking down and reaching in pulling out the contents, first, a blank cd chloe burned with ‘my favourite girl’ written on it with little stickers that matched your style. then your favourite chocolates, some polaroid pictures you and chloe took, a jellycat and a candle with your favourite scent.

your mouth was slightly agape as you pulled each item out. “stop… you did not chloe.”

she watched, her grin only growing wider each time you gasped and grabbed a new item. “i totally did," she said "what can i say? i how to spoil my favorite girl.” “yeah, that and then some.” you leaned over hugging her tightly, chloe chuckled and reciprocated the hug, wrapping her arms around you and holding you close. “what can I say? You bring out the romantic sap in me.”

“i like romantic sap chloe.” you retorted. she chuckled again and pulled you even closer, her chin resting on your shoulder as she nuzzled against you, her voice dropping to a low, soft tone, a little more intimate. “yeah? well i like you. you’re pretty awesome.”

“i like you too.” you giggled teasingly.

“you better.”

you two stayed in the hug before you pulled away reaching behind you, “i got you something too.” you pulled out a small pink bag with red hearts on it. chloes brows raised seeing the bag. “you didn't have to get me anything, you sap.” she teased. “shuttup happy valentines.” you handed it to her, chloe took it as you shoved it at her, her expression becoming a mix of curiosity and excitement, anything that you gave her she knew would be adorable and crafted with love and most likely what was written on it would make her cry.

the contents were, handmade letters, one in a handmade envelope sealed with gold wax and a little ribbon, one in the shape of a heart made from notebook paper, and another with a brown hand folded envelope with little lace and tiny stickers decorated all over, first noticeable thing about them all, the kiss marks alll over them. all done by you. scattered all over. along with a handmade bracelet with c+ your initials and her favourite chocolates, plus of course a weed bouquet you made yourself.

she picked up the handmade envelopes one by one, her grin growing wider with each one, and her face flushing as she noticed the kiss marks all over them. she gently traced her fingers over the kisses on the envelope, then looked over giving you a smirk. “damn babe, all these kisses for me?” she said cheesily.

you snorted. “of course.”

and when she finally saw the handmade bracelet and her favorite chocolates, and the beautiful bouquet with bud she was completely melting on the inside. she let out a small laugh, her beautiful blue eyes shining "god, are you kidding babe? this is fucking adorable, and also best fucking gift i could ask for” she pocketed the little bud bouquet, “thanks babe. wanna share that later?” she winked suggestively.

you grinned, honestly proud of that little touch. “thought you might like that.” you teased.

“you know me too well babe.” she leaned over giving you a chaste kiss, tasting your lipgloss, now you were both wearing it.

“read the letters.” you nudged her with your shoulder.

“alright alright. let’s read your mushy ass letters.” she was teasing but she had the prettiest smile on her face. she was truly so beautiful. “you know you’re like really pretty right?” you commented, to which chloe let out a flustered forced laugh. “hah.. stop trying to woo me, i’m already your girlfriend idiot.”

you tilted your head. “i can’t call you pretty because you’re my girlfriend? lame.”

chloe cleared her throat loud to get you to stop talking. mainly because you were making her flustered and her cheeks were heating up, she didn’t know how to handle being complimented like that, not that she didn’t like it, she just was slowly learning to be vulnerable with you and was used to always being a disappointment to everyone in her life so such love and admiration from someone as loyal and loving as you was something she was still not quite used to.

“mushiest girl ever award goes to….”

chloe acted as if she didn’t have a box with every single item you had given her, made her, or written to her, with your name written on it and a skull sticker with pink heart eyes she found at a random alternative store.

as she read them her smirk slowly faded as she scanned the hand written words, inhaling and clearing her throat again, “jeez babe…” she muttered as she blinked away the tears that threatened to spill. “seriously gonna put me on the spot and turn me into a mess?” she playfully joked to break the sappiness and not burst into tears.

you giggled softly. “yeah. i’m evil huh?”

she snorted. “very.” and at the same time pulled you into her arms again, holding you like you were the most precious thing to her, because duh, you were. she didn’t know if the universe finally gave her a break and didn’t shit on her for once in her life or what, but you were truly the best thing to happen to her, you were her light.

“you’re just the fuckin best you know that?” she murmured against your shoulder. “you also smell real good.” you both giggled at that. “aw thanks.” chloe placed a couple of kisses on your neck and shoulder then pulled away unwrapping her arms from you.

“i love you chloe.” you said in a playful sing song voice but meant it very severely.

“yeah, i love you too y/n, you mushy, stupid, pretty girl.”

“you’re stupid.” you said affectionately. chloe hummed, her eyes lowered for a second, “not stupid enough to not notice what you’re wearing underneath that outfit though.” you tilted your head smiling widely. “ohh! so you were staring?” earring a snort from chloe, “uh, yeah? me? not staring at your tits? that’s like asking birds not to fly or fish not to swim baby.”

you nodded, still smiling, “uh huh.” “but yeah, you’ll get your last gift later.” she grinned, moving a bit closer to you. “why not now? i don’t mind giving these beach goers a show”

you laughed at her, her soft, sweet side now replaced by her pervy, horndog side. “no thanks. i’d rather a bed, preferably with some wine and weed.” “you know what? that can absolutely be arranged hotstuff.” chloe eagerly started gathering eveeyrhung set out on the truck. “besides, been wanting to get you out of those clothes all day.”

happy valentine’s day yall! xo💌💋🏹

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tvgals · 2 years ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ IN EVERY UNIVERSE .

— when traveling across multiple universes, miles learns the two of you are together in every single one .

e1610! miles morales x black! fem! reader .

miles pants as he’s in a universe that looks eerily similar to his own, but he knows it’s not his due to the sound of his own voice ringing from his bedroom. miles soundly walks through the house — going unnoticed due to his invisibility — and peeks through his bedroom door to see you and miles sitting on his bed, you placing stickers on his face.

“just stay still!” you giggled, placing a heart sticker on his tip of his nose. “what are we doing this for again?” miles asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as he could but not being able to hide the amusement in his voice. “gotta take pictures of you for our scrap book, plus i can’t let these stickers go to waste.” you tell him, snapping a picture on your phone and smiling when looking at the results. “see! isn’t it cute?” you questioned your miles, a love struck look in his brown eyes.

the next universe was by far his favorite. miles walked around looking at the pictures that hung on the walls or were placed carefully on a table or shelf, it was pictures of you and him — about 10 years older — with two little kids, one boy one girl. miles was taken out of his train of thought when he heard the giggles of a little girl. he waited to make sure no one else was in the way and he poked his head in through the crack in the door, watching you put the little girl’s afro into two puffs held together with pink ribbons.

“is daddy gonna like my hair?” the girl asks you, looking up at you with curious eyes. “well i dunno. let’s go find out, yeah?” miles instinctively moved out of the way and watched you and the little girl walk into the room where older miles was, watching your daughter jump on the bed and ask — “do you like my hair?” just for him to respond with picking her up and telling her how much he loves it.

the last universe miles was able to travel to was interesting. in this universe, it was just you and him inside an assumed shared apartment. miles tip-toes down the hall to hear you laughing at something he said.

“miles, just put the mask on!” you tell him, a goofy grin on your face. “i’m trying! the wand is too small.” miles complains, struggling to get the mask on his face. “here, lemme do it.” you say, taking the wand from his hand and applying it yourself, watching miles look down at you with love. “there.” you say, proud of your work. “now, let me do your nails!” you grin, watching miles’ eyes go wide.

“like paint them?” miles asks, following you with his eyes while you walk around the bathroom and gather the clippers and clear nail polish. “kinda. it’s a clear coat and it helps with breakage and stuff.” you tell him, coaxing him to sit on the toilet seat. “it won’t show?” miles asks, sadness in his voice. “well why are you sad about it?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “i just wanna show everyone what good of a nail artist my girlfriend is.” miles says, a dopey grin on your face. “we can do blue afterwards, i promise.” you say to him, smiling right back.

and this universe, miles was finally home. he knocks on your door, being let in by your mom.

“what brings you over here, miles?” your mom grinned, leaning against the door. “is it okay if i stay over? mom and dad are working late and i don’t wanna be alone.” miles says, twiddling his thumbs. “of course! rio and jeff know you’re here, right?” your mom asked, letting miles in. “of course. thank you.” miles says, practically racing up the stairs and into your room.

“miles!” you exclaimed, seeing him walk into your room. “hey, y/n!” he exclaimed back, catching you with a grin when you threw yourself into a hug. “where’ve you been?” you asked, checking his face to make sure he was okay. “had to stay over at school, just some project stuff.” miles shrugged. “oh, and i brought some face masks and a new notebook!” miles says, holding up the bag excitedly. “what’s the notebook for?” you ask, flipping thought the pages.

“i thought we could take up scrapbooking.” miles grins.

a/n this was based off of an idea i saw on my feed and i can’t find it 😞

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blackbat05 · 6 months ago

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Friday Evenings

Evan Buckley x Reader (Not Gender Specified)

Plot: It’s another Friday evening at the library, but that doesn’t mean it has to be boring.

Genre: PG-13

A/N: Kinda like a comfort piece for myself. Also, I need to start writing again so I guess this is the way to go. Enjoy!

“Knock, knock!”

I look up from my laptop to find Evan holding a bag of takeout. “Uh, I know there's strictly no food in the library, but I was hoping you could make an exception.”

“Well, perks of being the library assistant. Come on over.” I invite him behind the circulation desk and draw the blinders. “Your timing is immaculate, I was just about to finish up the last bit of cataloging.”

“Cool, no rush.” Evan sets the bag down. “Can I take a look?” Curious Evan, always eager to learn more about everything around him. That was also what made him so attractive.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure it’ll just bore you.”

“Hey, how do you know what bores me?” His eyes twinkle and set himself beside me. My fingers quickly fly across the keyboard, entering the right value and category into each empty box. I scan the barcode of each book, registering it into the database before sticking the respective stickers on the book.

“Finished!” Despite the seemingly small task, it was still a task completed.

“That was amazing.”

“Says my boyfriend that fights fires for a living.” I dismiss him casually.

“Don’t do that.” Evan admonishes. “Did you know that in the past, people had to flip through thousands of cards to find the book that they wanted?” He gives me another fun fact to which I am amazed by once again. “You guys are like the keeper of books. Without you guys, there’s no knowledge and the whole world would burn to the ground.”

“And that’s why you’re my biggest hype man.” I say, giving him a kiss. “On behalf of all library staff, I would like to thank you for acknowledging our tireless efforts.” Fishing out a box of chow mein, I find my mouth salivating as I dive into the springy noodles.

Night falls as Evan and I talk about our week. From crazy rescues to patrons of different personalities, there was no dull moment.

“Lisa was so sweet. I always love to see when a child is so enthusiastic about reading. You hardly ever see that these days.” You gush.

“Tell me about it. Maddy and Chim are really trying their best to build that habit in Jee.” Evan agrees.

A clacking of shoes could be heard from behind the entrance. A stray strand of noodle hangs limply from Evan’s mouth. My eyes widen at the noise as I put a finger to my lips.

“Shit! I thought Marianne left! She’s gonna kill me if she finds out.” I hissed, eyes darting around wildly for a solution. Evan’s a step ahead of me as he swiftly removes all the damning evidence and packed it into the takeaway bag before ducking down under the circulation desk.

Not a second later, Marianne enters, completely unaware of the chaos that just happened.

“Hey! I left something behind. I need it for tomorrow’s class.” She comes closer and I can feel the sweat trickling down my back. I quickly push my chair to block her way, earning a curious stare from her.

“No worries! I can get it for you. Just stay right there.”

Before she can say anything else, I grab the cursed notebook belonging to Marianne, making back to my seat in top speed.

“Er… thanks!” Marianne slightly cocks her head in confusion. “You sure you okay? You seem a little jumpy.”

“Totally! Just can’t wait to get out of here. It’s a Public Holiday tomorrow after all.” I laughed. Somehow, I knew that Evan groaned from under the table at my poor attempt.

Marianne shrugs, taking her notebook. “Well, don’t stay long!”

She leaves, shutting the door behind her.

"Ouch..." Evan barely manages to get himself back on the chair. He grins at me. "Some dinner that was huh?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to give Marianne an opportunity for me to become office gossip. You know how older ladies are."

"Trust me. Have you seen Eddie's Aunt?"

The two of us burst into laughter, quickly piping down just in case Marianne was still within the vicinity.

"Anything I can help with?" Evan asks as we pack away the containers. "I need to fight the food coma."

"Hm... well I do need to shelve back today's returns." You tell him. "If we split up, it should be done in no time and we're out of here."

"Sounds like a plan."

I grab a trolley for Evan and assign him to a row. The two of us worked seamlessly, the rolling of the wheels on the carpet was the only sound that filled the library.

"Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"I'm happy for you." He says sincerely. It doesn't take me long to piece together what he was referring to.

"You know, it still hurts sometimes." I tell him as I shelve a couple more books before going down the aisle. "But it hurts less."

The memories of not living up to the expectations of those who depended on me float around in my mind. The disappointment on people's faces when I told them I couldn't continue. The anger and self-hatred that I experienced because I essentially threw all that hard work and effort into the drain.

"Don't go there." Evan says sharply. "Don't beat yourself up for things that you couldn't control."

I give a weak smile. Evan had enough confidence for the two of us.

"You did what was the best in that moment. You just didn't know that it wasn't the right thing for you. That's okay. I mean look at me! I was wandering around aimlessly before I found the 118. It seems you may have found your place."

"What if it doesn't work out again?" My inner voice wins the battle to be let out into the open.

"Then you try again." Evan says it, as if it's so simple. "We're not going to put ourselves in a box for the rest of our lives. We got to try new things when we can. And that's exactly what you're doing."

The both of us reach the end of our respective aisles, cart empty. Evan comes close and hugs me. "Maddie says that hugs can really help to improve a person's mood."

Did I save an entire country in my past life for Evan to be by my side?

"You always know the right words to say."

"That's because they're the truth." Evan helps with the paper bags. "Now, as much as I really enjoyed secretly flouting the library rules, we should head for desert." His eyes twinkle. "I'm thinking of that gelato place down the street."

He knew the right words to say and the way to my stomach? Scratch that, he saved an entire continent with his selfless behavior.

"You took the words right out of my mouth."

Evan smiles widely and gets up from his chair.

“Come on. We’re not going to waste a perfectly good evening.”

Like I said, I didn’t know what I did to deserve Evan Buckley.

#evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #911 abc #oliver stark

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huellitaa · 1 year ago

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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚girly girl's guide to journalling 🩰 ๋࣭ ⭑

˚₊‧꒰ა benefits of journalling ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

• helps to regulate emotions

• understand yourself better

• a fun pass time! ♡

• analyse you, your habits, thoughts, etc

• de-stresses, relieves & relaxes

• productive & away from social media

• gives you control over something

• a way for you to get everything out, big or small, good or bad ♡

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ chapter 1: beginnings

ok! so journalling is mentioned a lot in the girlblogger, wonyoungism, self growth, loa etc etc side of tumblr but when i actually took that advice started it was really really daunting and i procrastinated it for aaaages. so this is here to help you start a fun girly hobby that will help you out on your journey 🩷🎀

♡ the most important thing when beginning ur girl journal is figuring out its purpose. is it to plan, is it to document, is it for healing, is it for personal development, is it for manifestation, is it to glow up, is it for creativity, is it just to have fun? it makes it a lot easier to think of ideas once you have a set purpose in mind, but obviously it can be anything you want, any combination of these, or something other than these. i personally do a combination of emotional healing, personal development, manifestation, glow up, gratitude & just having fun, but its whatever u want bae. <3

♡ okay! first plan of action; get a notebook. obviously. lined or plain, black or white, big or small doesn't matter. anything you feel most comfortable and most drawn to. ♡

♡ second, establish a range of pens, pencils, colours, etc. you're going to be using so you can keep consistent (if thats your thing) and make it all pretty! you can tailor this to you in any way; said range doesn't have to be big, you can literally just use the same biro and 2 colours, pencils, all the colours, one colour, or none if you want; its all yours! ♡

♡ lastly, i'd suggest to gather a bunch of stickers and materials and fun cute things ur gonna add in the pages of your journal, as it makes it pop off the page and look more visually appealing and layed and feel more interesting overall. i use stickers, coloured paper, ribbons, receipts, doodles, print outs, logos, labels, gems, sticky notes, and things i find from my daily life too. you don't have to do that much or any at all if you don't want to, but i highly recommend it! just for ur personal enjoyment ♡

one thing i'd suggest is trying not to keep a strict schedule on it, like "i have to journal every day etc" because i did this and it demotivated me sooo much. don't do that! just do it when you feel you want to! it's supposed to be fun, not a chore!

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ chapter 2: setup

♡ okay so! once you've got all the basics set up, i feel it should be pretty self explanatory from here onwards, but since this is a guide i'm not gonna leave u by yourself. this is optional, but if you're planning on making journalling a hobby or a regular habit, i'd say the first thing you wanna do is enhance & expand. find some plastic folders to attach or create paper pockets or little sections where you can put resources to stick in in ur journal so you have more space, customise, and so on. i feel this is very overlooked but its sooo fun and its really creative and and makes it so unique to you <3

♡ one thing i'd suggest too if you're doing this especially or just for any type of journal really is looking on pinterest for inspo!! this is for everything really. covers, layouts, page inspo, page ideas, customisation, journal prompts, shadow work, titles, doodles etc. i keep a board of these on my pinterest & it really helps <3

♡ one of the first things i did when i set up my journal a few months ago was do one page just an index of pages to make so i had a basic structure to go off of. this went from basic journal pages you see everywhere like about me pages n all that to the most obscure shit you could possibly imagine. this is helpful because it gives you a frame to work off of when you're at a loss for what to do in ur journal. i already have a post on this so i really recommend that if ur looking for ideas cus there's LOADS <3

another thing on pinterest; don't force urself to stick to a specific theme you've found or try and avoid doing or writing certain things in ur journal cus you wanna stick to a specific aesthetic! again, it's supposed to be fun, not a chore, and it's supposed to be completely unique to you, like a physical version of your inner world. its perfectly fine to take inspo, just remember its yours. you are your own person & you don't have to show it to anyone, it doesn't have to make sense to them, just have fun 🩷

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ chapter 3: resources

links ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

@prissygrlsorority's beauty binder

journalling index by yours truly <3

shadow work prompts for literally everything

@prettygirlmjmjmj's personal journalling prompts

@honeytonedhottie's diary guide

inspo ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

lots of love! <3

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jujutsukgojo · 3 months ago

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The Baby Project Chapter Nine

Izuku Midoriya x reader, slight Hitoshi Shinsou x reader

The Baby Project Masterlist

Summary: What a great day. tw: Light angst, a lot of fluff, a special guest star

After you held him, the two of you talked about what to put in his room so Noa can spend some nights with him.

Izuku sniffles and moves a wrinkled tissue away from him. On your floor with bent knees, he pulls up Noa’s new All Might t-shirt. He chuckles with a stuffy nose. “I guess I’ll have to take this, won’t I?”

You nod and laugh. “Maybe you can convince him? You know all about heroes. I’ve seen you with your notebooks.”

Izuku looks down. “Yeah, yeah, I do.” You know you are asking the impossible from him. These people are his friends, comrades, fellow survivors of wars. However, it is the same for your class.

You lick your lips. “I know this is hard-”

“It’s going to be okay. I know it will.” He sounds as if he’s trying to convince himself rather than you. Nodding, you point to the window. “It’s dark.”

“Way past curfew.”

“I’m sure Noa’d like to see you, y’know. Maybe, you could…spend the night again?” God, you hope you don’t sound desperate. It’s not like you’re going to do anything.

Izuku gives a small, closed smile. He finishes putting everything into a borrowed sack. “I’ll come back for the bigger things-”

“Let’s go to bed, bub.” He doesn’t have a toothbrush or a change of clothes. Izuku takes his shoes off and lays flat on the floor. “In my bed.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it wouldn’t be the first time.” He stands up and gestures to the bed for you to get in first. You follow and settle under the covers. Izuku lays on his bed and stares at the ceiling. The glow in the dark stars glow against the plaster. Side by side, the two of you lay together, looking at the stickers, both thinking about the same thing.

“Are you okay?” You ask with a whisper. He nods and answers just as quietly. “I’m just trying to brace myself,” He sucks his bottom lip and releases it when it is plump and red. “I don’t want them to get hurt.”

“What about us-”

“And I don’t want you to get hurt, either! Or anyone for that matter.”

“This isn’t going to kill them. It’s a correction. I’m teaching them.” Again, he nods and sucks on his lips. You hold his hand, entwining your fingers.

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You stretch and yawn in your bed. Your freshly washed covers along with Izuku’s arm are warm. Noa is asleep in his bed and leaves you two in your own. Reluctantly, you awake from your sleep and come face to face with him. Months ago, you had a heart attack when it first happened. Now here you are in the same position with no thumping heart or fear. It feels natural and domestic; it’s soothing and smooth as you trail your finger along his strong, scarred arm. Why does this feel normal? Not average or boring, not exciting at the prospect that a boy is in your room, but natural and comfortable?

You prop yourself up and peer over his shoulder. What you see is deplorable, more despicable than Gru: you have lost five minutes of sleep.

Sighing, you close your eyes and try to get that special five minute nap before your alarm or worse, Noa, startles you. “Good morning.”

Your eyes pop open. “Good morning, Izuku.”

His curly lashes flutter open to let his large green eyes appear. What do you do now? There’s a boy in your bed again. Last time, he barely made it out without the teachers knowing.

Izuku doesn’t make a move. Is he thinking the same as you?

“How’d you sleep?” His voice is groggy and slightly raspy. You want to reach out and touch him but refrain from doing so. Rather than go into detail how it feels nice to sleep next to him, you answer vaguely. “Good. You?”

“Good.”

“We haven’t done this in a minute, huh?”

“No, we haven’t. Almost forgot how it felt.” You get little goosebumps when he says it. His cheek is smooshed against the pillow, making him look younger. The green curls are all over his head and flattened. There are red lines on his face, too. You wonder how you look.

“Do you want to go to the restaurant with me? Get some breakfast?”

He sighs and settles deeper into the bed. “Want to but can’t. It’s a school day.”

Both of your eyes get wide. “Shit!” The clock rings and wakes Noa up. “Good morning!”

“Good morning, Noa-! You grew!” Izuku stumbles out of the bed and to Noa’s side. Izuku shows Noa’s tummy and it reads the number four. “Good job buddy!”

“Stay still, you two!” You scramble to get the camera and take a picture of the two. On this day, Noa turned four years old. Months into the project has let you raise an infant all the way up to a preschooler.

To your horror, you see freckles on Noa’s cheeks. Izuku turns to look at you with a smug smile you’re going to wipe off. “Congrats, Noa.” You say through gritted teeth. This is horrible, awful!

You look at the time and point to it. “You have to get ready, Izuku.”

“Ah! I’ll see you two in a minute!” Noa waves bye to his papa.

Izuku jumps down and lands on the ground. Right as he looks up at you and Noa, the dog hero comes up and howls, growling incoherently and snarling. Izuku repeatedly apologizes.

“You perverts!” The hero and school counselor scolds. Noa points at him. “No, you!”

“Them!”

“You!”

“Them!”

“I said you!”

“That’s enough, that’s enough! Whatever your name is, it isn’t what it looks like. So, please, stop arguing with our child.”

He snarls and balls up his fists. This is the guy that is the school’s counselor? This is the dude Riko has been going to for months? It’s probably best that the dog hero is from a school and not independent or he’d be demanded a refund from everyone.

Izuku is increasingly flustered the more he’s grilled or growled, by the dog hero. You stay and watch the whole thing, reminiscing how he used to be before he learned what you are going to do.

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“Hey!” Noa pokes you repeatedly. You gently grab his hand. “Baby, mama’s in class right now, remember?” Even though he nods, that gleam in his eyes tells an entirely different story.

“(Y/n), control your child.” Snipe is going over the recent test results and is discussing the next course of action with the class. As expected, Noa gets up from your grasp. Riko and Ema reach for him to help you. It’s embarrassing how he’s acting but the blessing is that none of your classmates are judging you.

“I’m trying-”

“Try harder.” He grips the edge of the podium.

“I am-” Noa is trying to run around the classroom. Normally he’s disruptive but not like this.

“Try harder!” You smack the top of your desk and point at Snipe. “Listen here, you scallywag dope fiend, you promised us a caregiver! So, stop complaining and cough it up!”

“There she is.” Benio smirks at the sight of your outburst. He too tries to get Noa while still having a hold of Kobeni.

“Snipe, hold your end of the deal-Noa, stop that!-and give us a caregiver!”

You pick Noa up, not to comfort him, but to hold him still. Snipe groans as Noa sings his heart out. Snipe groans and rubs his temple. “(Y/n), I am working on that. For now, take him out.”

You mutter curses under your breath which Noa repeats. He wiggles down to the floor. Much to your amazement and horror, Mira, in all of her three year old glory, looking like Kacchan, says, “Fucking asshole.”

Sakura gasps and glares at you. “Mira, don’t say that!”

Noa jumps and is about to continue before you turn him to face you. “Listen here boy,” You point your index finger right at his nose. “I know it’s hard to sit still and Snipe is obviously a coward and a liar. Clearly don’t know me so I’m being patient. Boy, keep this up and I will-”

Snipe yells your name and demands you to leave. You smack Noa on the head with your notepad and pick him up. You look at Snipe. “You mother-”

“(Y/n)! Seriously, Mira is already saying ‘bitch’, I can’t have her saying all this! Bakugou will kill me!”

“Kacchan ain’t gonna do shit. He’s the one that taught her ‘bitch’.” At least you think so. Him and Shouto are known to have bad mouths and Sakura is trifling bitch, so it could have been either of these fuckers that taught the poor child what Sakura’s name really is.

“Bitch!” Noa smiles brightly. You swat him on the head again. “That’s it. C’mon, we’re leaving.” Sakura tries to handle Mira who is doing God knows what. You pause mid step and turn around. “Actually, everyone, come with me.”

“Where we going?” Noa gently tugs on your ear. “I’m taking you to your father.”

You hear a sneeze from the girl, Shouto’s baby mama, whose name you believe is Sara. Unfortunately, you aren't sure.

Snipe tells her to go to the nurse. “I can’t afford to miss class-” She comforts her toddler who looks like her and surprisingly is developing features of Shouto. “Please, honey, please calm down.”

She looks so worn out. She isn’t really a part of your sessions, but she knows about them and helps from time to time with small stuff. The two of you are friendly but not close. Now, you’re kicking yourself. You should’ve checked on her or at least learned her name. Here she is clearly sick and worrying about her grades while her toddler looks at her with concern. Frowning, you walk to her and pick her kid up.

“Go to the nurse. We’ll handle her and your notes, okay?” Her eyes are glossy, and her button nose is red from her illness. She looks at her daughter who gives a small and kind look. If only Noa were like this. Instead, he’s curious, hyper, goofy, and adventurous. You don't mind helping her out. She never asks for anything, and she really does look awful. Just by looking at her you can see that she's not faking this. Sara nods and stands up sniffling. She gathers her things and heads out. “Do you want me to take you?” Ema asks.

“No, I got it.”

Ema frowns and holds her hand up to the girl's head. “You’re burning up! I’ll meet you there, guys.”

Like the sweetheart she is, Ema walks Sara, who stumbles, to the nurse. Unfortunately, it is that time of year so getting sick is expected. However, with this project it’s an even bigger pain. It’s realistic and tiring. Not only do you have school and extracurriculars, but you also have a child, homework, and God knows what else. Plus, that child can get sick, and Mei’s medicine is at an asshole’s price.

Her little girl rests on your hip. You put Noa down while one of your classmates argues with Snipe. Etsuko wiggles to be put down. Her pink hair is thick and hangs to the middle of her waist. You bend down and tilt your head to the side. “Are you okay?”

She nods. “Is mommy okay?”

“Y’see that Noa? See how she said ‘mommy’?” You tap his butt. “Learn from her.”

You sigh. “Yeah, she’s just a bit sick, is all. There’s no reason to worry. Right now, we’re going to take you to daddy, eh?”

She hums and twirls her hair. “Would you like me to braid it?” Since they’re still arguing, there’s time to braid a child’s hair. “Noa, go to Aunt Riko and ask for a ponytail holder, please.”

Surprisingly, he does as he’s told. You run your fingers through her soft hair and begin to braid it. Crossing her thick tresses under then over until a visible braid is formed from the base of her head on down. You finish it off with the tie. Her small hand glides over it, gently feeling the work.

Shyly, she asks, “Is it pretty?”

“Yeah.” Noa answers. Your eyes get wide then settle to a glare at your son. “How come when I braid my hair you don’t say that to me?”

“Mm!”

“Didn’t I tell you to learn from her? Little boy, you don’t listen.” You straighten up and look around. “Y’all ready?”

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Hand in hand with two toddlers with the rest of your classmates, you make your way to the hero department with a shouting Snipe behind you. You feel your muscles tense with each step as his anger increases. Despite everything, you never wanted to jeopardize your education.

You push open the doors to Class A’s training room after thinking of where they could be. With Izuku’s “distractions”, he’s been lagging behind. With him being who he is, they can’t afford that. Not with him being an influential figure and someone who still possesses something of One For All despite being officially Quirkless. It’s confusing but you ignore it since you don’t care.

Lo and behold, Izuku is in the air beating the hell out of somebody. Rather than the green electric bolts and red lines that surround his body, there’s nothing shown. Only sheer power and experience.

Noa gasps. “Papa!” He points and jumps around, mimicking his movements. In the corner of your eye, you spot Kacchan releasing sweat from his body and setting them ablaze. The kids immediately cover their ears. Right when Izuku lands and cracks the ground underneath him. Noa runs to him shouting. “Noa, get back here!”

Izuku’s eyes find his son. He jumps from the platform and grabs Noa’s little body. Aizawa’s usually quiet voice rings louder. “Hold it, hold it. What is going on here?”

This mother fucker again.

“Snipe thought it’d be best.”

Aizwa turns to Snipe. You continue, “Since I can’t get Noa quiet, Izuku, his dad, will have to do it. Papa, here he is. He has been running around, being loud, not listening, and teaching other kids bad words.”

“Mm! You did!”

“I did no such thing, now hush.”

“Yes, you did!” A little girl's voice follows. You point to Mira who has her hand on her hip. “No, I didn’t little girl, shush! Go to your daddy.”

Aizawa rubs his face. “It’s nice to see you again, (L/n) but I insist that you take the children and go to class. This isn’t a safe spot for them.”

“It’s also not a safe spot for them or Snipe with us if they keep annoying me. Izuku, your turn.”

Izuku gets on his knees and Noa jumps onto him. “Mm is lying!”

Some sweat drops from Izuku as he awkwardly chuckles. He knows but doesn’t want to say anything. You glare at the boys who are still holding each other like one of them just returned from war. On your hip is Etsuko, who looks around for her dad. Immediately, she spots him and is about to say something until she stops. Rather than continuing what she was going to say, she shut her rosy lips and settled back into your chest.

“What’s wrong, little one?” You bounce a little as you question her behavior. She shyly looks over at Shouto who has turned his body to face you. He tilts his head to see his daughter trying to hide herself. You point your head to her, silently telling him to do something.

Shouto is now standing before you, reaching for his daughter. Their relationship is awkward and distant. He clearly hasn’t been a part of her life for long. You bet you’ve seen her more than he has.

To get them talking, or at least calm down, you touch her braid. “Daddy, isn’t her hair pretty?”

Shouto smiles and bends to her level. “Beautiful. Do you like it too, Etsuko?”

She nods and caresses her hair repeatedly. You rub your arms. “I think you should learn how to start braiding. She seems to like it.”

“You’re right. Shouldn’t I, Etsuko?” Her face lights up as she continues to touch her hair. He pinches her cheek softly. It’s a sweet scene but one that can be cooed over later. Right now, you have to snitch on your son some more, harass Hitoshi, defend yourself against Kacchan, and embarrass the teachers. You’re completely swamped.

“Izuku, obliterate him. He's been acting up all day!" You point to the boy who shakes his head no. Your classmates behind you stand awkwardly and look around in awe at the equipment. With your hands on your hips, you demand that they scatter and unload their kids.

“(L/n)!” Aizawa stalks toward you but you dodge him in the nick of time. “Where’s Hitoshi?”

“Princess?” He slides down from his rope. “What’re you doing?”

“Where's Little Ken?”

“With the caregiver. Why?”

Before you can demand that he goes with you to get Little Ken, Aizawa steps in front of you. “That’s enough, (L/n). All of you, back to class.”

“We’ll leave under one condition: if they get a caregiver, then so can we.”

“We’re working on that-”

“If we don’t have one, they can’t either. It’s only fair! Hitoshi, get Little Ken.” You finger jabs at Aizawa’s chest. “Think of it as an exercise. A practice for when they deal with children on the field. It's only logical.”

The sound of heavy boots heads your way. They stop right next to you. Mira is on Kacchan’s hip sporting the same expression as her father. “Kacchan,” You sigh. “Sakura is the one that taught her dirty words.” Sakura screams your name in protest.

Whispering to yourself, you count on your fingers. “Snitch, check. Harass Hitoshi, check. Defend yourself against Kacchan, also check. Run the teachers over, check. I’m done!”

You clap your hands. “Alright, everyone ready? Hitoshi, get Little Kenji right now. You told me that you’d be the best single dad ever and now is the time to prove it. I don’t know who your partner is in my class, but show them that they ain’t shit.”

Hitoshi gives a shrug. And scratches his ear. “Okay, I’ll go get him. Wanna come with?”

“She has class-”

“Sure, I’ll go. I’ll meet you guys back in class.”

Your friends wave excitedly at the kids. The hero students look bewildered and worried as they try to come up with a plan on how to handle doing all this at once. Multi-tasking is something they brushed up on during their license exam and should’ve remembered. Now, you are gracious enough to give them that opportunity.

“Shinsou, don’t encourage-”

“Let’s go, Hitoshi!” You cross your arms and tap your foot. “I’ll be right back, Eraser. Brat has a point. We should take this as a lesson.” Brat? You may be a lot of things, but a brat isn’t one of them.

The man in a white robot looking costume appears. His hands chop the air as he happily welcomes his child, who mimics their dad. Oh my God. That’s where they get it from.

Aizawa calls for Snipe who is trying to handle your classmates. Hitoshi walks out with you, earning some looks from your peers. Benio’s face is smug, Ema’s eyes are wide, Riko is confused, and Sakura is still mad as hell. Behind Hitoshi is Eraserhead who looks done with life but is also pissed. If you go back without a human shield, you may die.

“You just like making waves, huh?”

“A little bit.”

“Well, I admire that about you, I’ll give you that.” He holds the door to the support course open for you. You wave down Mei.

“Ah, I’d like Little Ken.” So, he calls him that with everyone, not just you?

Little Kenji is now about a year or two old judging by size. Your eyebrows raise when the tot goes right to Hitoshi. Now that his features are setting in, he’s looking healthy and like his daddy, except for there being something off. You can’t point it out, but he isn’t identical to Hitoshi.

Hitoshi has his junior’s bag on his shoulder. His son grabs at his dad’s scarf and mask but never takes his purple eyes off of you. Damn, there’s something off about his features that you can’t point out. “How are you, little one?”

“Good.” He cuddles to his dad. His hair is as fluffy and wild as Hitoshi’s. Honestly, he’s adorable. Hitoshi stares at you from the corner of his eye. “Here.”

Little Ken’s arms wrap around your neck the second he's handed to you. He's not as chunky or heavy like Noa was at his age. “Hm. Don’t wanna carry Kenny, eh?”

“No, I know you want to see him.” Hitoshi scratches his face. “He’s missed you. It’s been a while since you saw him, y’know.”

“That’s true. Ain’t it, Little?” You bounce him a little.

“Mhm.” He nods.

“We’ll just have to change that, huh? Hitoshi,” His perfect straight teeth come through his smile. You smile just the same. “I don’t mind him and Noa having play dates.”

He points to his son. "Noa’s a bit too big for Little Ken.”

“I think he’s grown a lot. Being around other kiddies will be good for him.” Kenji nods again and happily agrees. “Yeah!” You can’t help yourself but give Kenji a nibble on his plump cheek. Hitoshi licks his pink lips and says below his breath, “That’s a good idea, Kit.”

“Okay, how about next week then?” You push the door open which Hitoshi catches, letting you through first. “I’d like that. I can meet you in your dorm and let the kids play while you can make me another cake-”

“In your dreams, sleepy.” You bounce Kenji who is sucking on his thumb. You pull his finger out. “No, baby don’t do that. You’ll get crooked teeth if you do.”

“Who told you that?” Hitoshi puts the kid's bag on one of the benches attached to the wall. “It is a known fact, Hitoshi.”

“Hi Shinsou!” Izuku’s cheery voice calls. Noa bounces up and down then mimics how his papa walks. The chubby cheeked one-Uraraka?-coos over your kid while hers runs around. “Deku, he’s like your shadow!”

You’re gone for two seconds and people are praising him and shit. Acting like he’s the sole parent. You huff and lower yourself to Noa’s height. “This is Kenji-”

“I know, Mm! I met Kenji years ago!”

Ah, he doesn’t know about himself. What is weeks, months, for you, are years to him. To Noa, he’s known these kids for years. Who can blame him? This project feels like a lifetime. So much has happened that time is blurring together. For all you know, it really has been years.

“Well, the two of you are gonna have a playdate some time-”

Uraraka claps her hands. “That’s adorable! Our kids can-”

“Not yours, bubblegum. Mine and Hitoshi’s. You stay over there.” Hitoshi chuckles under his breath then sucks his teeth. “Retract the claws, pretty kitty.”

You turn to Hitoshi with Kenji still on your hip. “I’m just saying. It’s bad enough I have to deal with one bad kid-”

Noa stomps his feet. “I’m not bad!”

“Who said I was talking about you? I could’ve been talking about Little Ken! Now, you just admitted it.” Izuku hugs Noa. “Stop it, dear.”

Izuku pauses when he looks at you. His eyes focus on you and Ken, then look down. He stands up to full height. Uraraka calls her Deku over. Her Deku holds your hand and rubs his thumb along your knuckle.

“Bye-bye, Mm!” Noa kisses the same hand Deku was rubbing. He runs over to Etsuko who is still touching her silky hair. By the way she's acting with her braid, she must not get her hair done very often.

Little Kenji with his small voice joins, “Bye Mm.” He isn’t as vocal as Noa was back when he was about two years old. Hitoshi is either not teaching him correctly or Ken has his dad’s more stoic and reticent personality. Hopefully, he doesn’t gain his derisive and teasing humor. That would suck eggs if there were two Hitoshis.

You put him down and bid them goodbye. Aizawa, of course, is seething. Although you should leave with your head high, you can't help but think you crossed a line. Still, you wave goodbye to the heroes and the kids. Mira, right as you take one step out the door, yells, “Fucking asshole!”

Immediately you whip your head back and see her poking her finger at Kacchan. You run as his face shows his inner demon.

Right after you close the door, steam is coming out of Snipe's ears. Through gritted teeth, he growls, "Detention."

Your body tenses as the air gets cold from Snipe's anger. You shrink away as your life flashes before your eyes. Snipe lowers his mask. His nostrils are flared, and steam is coming out of his ears. If you look down, he might have his hands on his gun. You tested him too much. The courage was nice while it lasted.

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The phone rings twice before Deku’s voice is on the phone. “Sweets?”

“Hey. I was just calling to see if everything’s okay. Uh, you’re not here.” It’s lunchtime and none of the heroes are present. It was a relief to spend time away from the kids and focus on school, but it was still hard. You felt an emptiness in the classroom and within yourself. It was nice to hear Snipe and the rest of your teachers. For the first time in months, it was normal.

“Everyone’s out to get some pizza. Oh, here’s Noa-say hi mama!”

“Hi Mm!” His mouth is full. Still, you can hear how happy he is. Why does this sting? There’s no reason for it to.

Noa removes himself from the phone and asks if he can go play with the others. “Don’t go too far, okay?”

“Sounds like you’re having fun.”

“Ah, there are some things I want to talk to you about. Hold on, let me go somewhere private.” The hallway is empty as you stand in the corner in front of the cafeteria doors. “(Y/n), the kids are getting their quirks.”

“What? How is that even possible?” You never heard of this. It was never mentioned!

“Mei made it so. According to Aizawa, they should pop up when they turn four. Honey, Noa’s four right now. Some of the others are catching up. Mira's got Kacchan's quirk. It's at a lesser degree, but she just blew up a slice of pizza.”

You shrug. “Okay, he must be Quirkless. It's crazy that this is happening, but oh well.”

“(Y/n)...” You hear him sniffle. Oh no. “Izuku, baby, there’s nothing wrong with being Quirkless, do you understand?”

“It’s easy for you to say since you’ve never cared about Quirks. What if he-” You interrupt him before he loses it. “Finds out how cool he is? Izuku, we’ll talk to him and explain what’s going on. Does he even care?”

In a small voice, he answers, “I don’t think he realizes it.” You nod your head. “Then we’ll be fine. No one is making it a big deal because it’s not one. Quirk or no Quirk, he’s still Noa. He can still do everything everyone else can. Just like you.” The bell rings. You missed lunch.

“I gotta go. We’ll handle this, okay? It’ll be fine. We’ll take it on as a team.”

Never did you think this would have been an obstacle.

After the loudmouth teacher's English class, you walk with Ema who is talking about anything and everything. She goes so fast it is hard to keep up.

“Ema, has Hana shown her quirk yet?” You interrupt. It's been on your mind since the call.

“Yeah! I haven’t seen it, but Eijrou has. It appeared when they all went out for pizza.” As well as some of the others. Why now? Did everyone's kid age up so suddenly?

“What is it?”

“Something with lights. It’s almost like mine? I don’t know, she wants to show me when she gets back.” She looks at you expectantly. “What’s Noa’s?”

“He’s Quirkless.”

She’s taken back for a second. “Oh. Well, it’s just the same. I think Sara’s daughter is also Quirkless. Apparently, her and Todoroki both had their quirks a little early and Etsuko isn’t showing any signs. So, he's not alone.”

Neither did Noa. You didn’t know about their quirks until Izuku called you. This project is so unpredictable. If the teachers or Mei are choosing which kid should have one, why does Mira have one given to what Kacchan was like?

Ema continues to talk until you ask, “Is being Quirkless a bad thing?” You never thought so. Izuku has seen and been through things you didn't even imagine. Personally, there's not point of caring. There's no reason for heroes' superiority, either. Hence why you agree with Shigaraki with a lot of things.

Her smile is soft. “Not at all. Others may think so, but I’ve never met anyone who had any prejudice against it. At least they didn’t voice it.” She gives you a side hug. “Everything will be fine. Not only does he have Deku, a famed hero as his dad, but he also has you. He’ll be just fine.”

For some strange reason, that doesn’t sound too encouraging.

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After school, you paid your dues with detention. Because of an emergency, Snipe cut your sentence short for today. However, you can't help but feel that's a lie since he was incredibly pissed off. Snipe was angry at first, but he hasn't scolded you for it otherwise. So, you were able to high tail it out of there and go to work. Izuku, bless his heart, tagged along.

You place a dish on the table of hungry customers. Izuku and Noa sit at their usual spot coloring or Izuku teaching him Kanji. Neither of you have talked about the quirk situation yet. No one at the school has said anything negative either. Is it really a problem then? What exactly is the point of this?

Yona comes around and ruffles Noa’s hair. He immediately tries to smooth it out. “Ah! You never minded before.”

“That’s because of his friend, Etsuko!” You tease.

“Mm!” His jolts in his seat. His crayon snaps in two.

“Who’s Etsuko?” Yona raises a brow and looks down at Noa. Izuku answers the question, saving his son from a nosy Yona. “Shouto’s daughter. Since (Y/n) encouraged the hero course to take action during classes, she and Noa get to play together more.”

Yona smiles brightly. “That’s amazing! What a difference from before. It was like pulling teeth to get your class to participate. Very lazy people.”

Izuku nods and says nothing. Noa blows a raspberry. “Grandma, that’s not nice!”

All three of you go to Noa. Where did he learn that? You never talked about grandparents to him. “Who?”

“Grandma! Grannies aren’t supposed to talk like that.” Yona scoffs. “First of all, who says grannies can’t-”

“Where did you learn that?” As much as Yona wants to defend herself, there’s something else that needs to be addressed. “My friends. They talk about granny’s a lot.”

It would make sense that he thinks of Yona as his grandma. He has known her all his life and she is an older woman. He’s growing up so fast and is still a sponge, absorbing and learning the littlest things. The longer this project goes on, the more you trip.

“Papa, where’s your grandma?”

“Um, mine, uh, left for a while. My mom is still around though. So, your grandma is at my house.”

Noa perks up then frowns. “And why haven’t I seen her? Does…does she not want to play with me?”

A customer calls for you. You look at Izuku to handle this. There isn’t much you can say about his mother other than she raised him alone. Whenever he talks about her, it's with adoration and love. Even if his father was present, he'd be a mama's boy. It's cute to see, so it'd be interesting to witness their interaction in person.

"It's not that Noa! Everyone's so busy, but...I think you should meet her. You and Mm." Yona clears her throat. "Ooh! (Y/n) meeting the parents?" Her wings flap in joy.

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“Are you ready?” Izuku straightens up Noa’s jacket. Your heart is beating out of your chest. The bag on your shoulder feels like a thousand pounds as the seconds pass. With Noa’s shoes tied and jacket on, Izuku holds the door open for you.

You’re going to meet Izuku’s mom. His mom! Instantly, you caught on to what Yona was implying and it’s just now hitting you. Yes, you two are partners in this assignment, but for some reason it feels different. It doesn’t feel like you’re going to your partner’s house to study. This is more intimate than that.

How many people have met his mom? Are there others who had this kind of ‘rite of passage’? Your eyes narrow at the green haired man who grabs onto Noa’s hand and places his own on your back. You take a deep breath.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)?”

“Why you call Mm (Y/n)?”

“Because that’s her name.”

“No, it’s not! It’s Dear.” You try to stop the grin and laugh. Noa thinking that ‘Dear’ is your name is only natural. Izuku never really calls you by your first name. In the beginning he was formal then it just went to pet names. For Noa, that is all he knows.

“Ha, you’re right Noa. My mistake, Dear.” You see Izuku from the corner of your eye as he shyly looks down with a subtle smile. You put your hand on his back and rub it, feeling every muscle along the broad plane.

It doesn’t take long to get to his apartment after the three of you get off of the bus. Noa skips along happily, jumping over the lines of the sidewalk. “Are we there yet?”

“Not yet, bud.”

Not even three seconds later, Noa asks, “Are we there yet?”

You groan. “Noa! Papa said not yet. Be patient!” He pouts. His bottom lip sticks out as he does so. He blinks rapidly when the sun hits his eyes. Before he can purse his lips and ask that stupid question again, you say, “Don’t say it, little boy. We will get there when we get there.”

“We’re here!” Izuku cheers. Noa looks at you smugly. “Ha!”

“Hush! You and them bad words. Did you take care of that, Izuku? Because Noa acts up-”

“I took care of it, dear.” He sighs and leads you and Noa into his apartment building. Not long after, Izuku gets his key out and opens the door. You and Noa both freeze. “I’m scared.”

Izuku kneels. “Why?”

Noa shrugs. His papa pinches his cheek. “There’s nothing to be scared of. Grandma’s going to love you.”

What about you?

“Mom, I’m home!” From around the corner is a short woman with her hair half up and down. She wipes her hands on her apron. “Izuku? Izuku!” She opens her arms and he runs to them. There is a height difference which would be comical if the scene wasn’t so heartwarming. They are acting like they haven’t seen each other in ages. Then again, with Izuku’s schedule, that could very well be the case.

Noa slowly goes towards them. His hands rub together as he shyly looks down at the ground. Inko separates from her son to look at Noa. “Oh!” She looks taken back. “Um, hello Noa. It’s nice to meet you.” She bends down to his level. Izuku does the same thing when he’s talking to kids. The longer she looks at Noa, the more you see her soften towards him. Her eyes are shiny, threatening tears if gone on too long. She blinks repeatedly and reaches her hand to his. Noa studies her face then decides to shake her hand.

He’s never been nervous before. Usually, he’s an outgoing kid who doesn’t know a stranger. Apparently, that has limits and that limit is Inko Midoriya. She reads the situation like a pro and backs up. Izuku, following his mother, eases it into a smooth turn. “Noa, this is my mom.” You touch Noa’s back. His round eyes match Inko’s other than the color. “Hi.”

You give her a closed mouth smile and shake her hand. “(Y/n), nice to meet you.”

“I guessed you were (Y/n) based on Izuku’s description of you. But really Izuku, you don’t give her justice!”

“M-mom!”

“He raves-”

“About your cooking!”

“That too! I was talking about how she is-”

“A great mom to Noa! You’re amazing!” Izuku squeezes his mother, who has the biggest smile on her face. “He keeps saying that,” She cups his face that rests perfectly in her soft hand. “He says you’re pretty-”

“Special! You’re pretty special, dear.” Izuku then whispers to his mother who is giggling to herself. “Mom, please! You have to stop!”

“I hope I can live up to his hype.” You clasp your hands in front of you. Izuku waves his hands around. “Don’t worry about that! I was telling her of the assignment and our partnership-”

“Psst! He didn’t say partnership.”

Izuku’s heart is threatening to stop as seconds pass. His mother has her hand over her mouth to contain the giggles. Since you are merciful, you interrupt. “Would you like a hand with dinner, Miss Inko? Maybe I can show you what Izuku’s been talking about.”

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d like for Noa to help.” She bends down. “I hear you like to cook, Noa. Can you help me? I need your expertise!”

Noa glances back at you. Of course, you nod so he can have this time with her. She guides him to their modest kitchen. You slip your shoes off and place yours right next to Izuku’s bulky red ones. It’s funny to see those since he’s been sporting them or ones like them since the beginning.

There are a few doors in the hallway. Most are closed except for one. Inside are All Might’s colors with a rug on the floor that has his symbol on it. Along the shelves are figurines and posters on the wall. The door even has Izuku’s name on it with an All Might board. So much has happened throughout the years, you forgot how much of a fan he is. You bite your lip and wander inside to investigate. There are bookshelves with tons of notebooks and books. Zombie DVDs and a few games are on the floor and the bookshelf. It screams Izuku.

You run your hand along his bed. Can he even fit it now? “Honey, what’re you doing?” You smile and see Izuku in the doorway. “This is a cute room, Izuku.”

“Thank you. Not as good as yours though!” The decorative things in your room are largely because of Noa. Whether it is furniture or drawings, it’s all Noa. You look around and spot something that isn’t of All Might. “Who’s this?”

“That’s Sir Nighteye. He was one of my mentors. He, um, passed away a few years ago.”

“I’ve never heard of him. The fact that he’s in your room and disrupting the All Might shrine, he must’ve been special.”

Izuku looks down with a small closed lipped smile. “He was funny. He was mainly Lemillion’s mentor, though. I only knew him for a short while.”

“Still, he must’ve made quite the impression on you.”

“He did. He was a good man and a good hero.” The room gets a little tenser. Not from anger, but from the sadness that is radiating off of Izuku. In a desperate attempt to salvage something light, you look around again.

“I see you have no shame.”

“What do you mean?”

You point to the floor. “Your fetish. Your gory porn! Does Miss Inko know what kind of a pervert you are?”

His mouth drops open. “Will you stop that?!”

You raise your voice. “Ooh! Miss, Inko! Izuku likes gory porn-”

“Hush!” He covers your mouth. “You’re going to get me in trouble.” He groans when he sees your mischievous face. “(Y/n), I mean it.”

“Okay, okay,” You whisper, “Mama’s pervy boy.”

He stutters. “I-I-I am not!”

You blow a raspberry and throw yourself back on his bed. You cock your head to the side as you study Izuku's face. His chest rises and falls. His pupils dilate as he stares. Izuku may not even be aware of his hungry expression. What is he thinking?

Suddenly, Inko calls for the two of you. Quickly, you stand up. Izuku rushes out to his mother’s call. You leave the room and head to the source of glorious food. All four of you sit at the table and eat. Noa and Inko must be miracle workers because these excellent dishes were cooked in record time. Each are flavorful and have the perfect texture.

Izuku eats happily. “So, you do eat things other than katsudon.”

“What do you mean?” Inko tilts her head to the side. You decide now is a good time to mess with him some more. “That’s all he eats! I have to force him to eat other things. His bad habit of not eating veggie-tables rubbed off on Noa.”

Izuku chokes. “That’s a lie! I eat my veggie-tables!”

“What’s a veggie-table?” She asks as her eyes dart between you. “It’s Noa’s word for vegetables.”

“Oh! Noa, you’re adorable! It reminds me of Izuku when he was young! He loved that spaghetti that came in a can. Well, he only liked the ones that were shaped like All Might and called them Mighty O’s!”

Izuku covers his face and groans. “Really?”

“Now that I met him, I can see the resemblance. He's so much like him!"

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There is a ding that comes from Noa. Both you and Izuku look over at him. You can’t explain it, but the heaviness that rests in your gut travels to tighten your chest.

“Are you mad at me?” With his left hand, he flicks his vegetables and puts his chopsticks down. His fluffy head is lowered making the curls covering his eyes. Inko cocks her head as Noa looks at her then down to his lap.

“What? Why do you think that?” Her delicate voice asks. Then, with a sorrowful expression, Noa asks in a hushed tone, “‘Cause I don't have a quirk?”

The air is practically sucked out of the room. It was bound to come up, but you didn’t think he’d ask if Inko was angry or ashamed. This most likely was going to happen whether Inko was here or not. However, it’s dirty that this is brought up to her. Maybe they didn’t mean it on purpose, but the timing is terrible.

“Noa, baby, no one is mad at you.” You hope your words are encouraging enough to ease the situation. However, Noa doesn’t edge away from the topic. He doesn’t take his eyes off of her. “Then why didn’t you see me, grandma?”

Inko’s eyes water. Izuku’s fists are clenched at the sight. Clearly, this is bringing up memories for her. Something she considered a mistake and has regretted for years. She shakes her head no. “I’m not mad at all. I didn’t meet you because everyone was so busy. I’m sorry Noa!”

“I’m broken.” When those two words come out, Izuku looks as if he’s been struck. How many feelings are bubbling to the surface right now? He is quick to cry but slow show what he really feels inside. His hero complex is his Achilles. Is this another one?

You see Inko’s tears slide down her cheeks and steel her resolve. “You’re not broken, I swear.”

“Everyone else has one!”

“Papa doesn’t. Neither do some of the most important people in the world. Things that we still use to this day were made by Quirkless people. Noa,” She stands. Her eyes are determined despite the tears. Her voice is firm, fighting her near sob. “There is nothing wrong with you. They may be able to do something you can’t, like shoot lasers out of their eyes, but just like them, you are unique and one of a kind. You can do anything you set your mind to and be whatever you want to be!”

Izuku’s eyes are wide and has a wobbly smile. From what you understand, these are words he needed to hear years ago and seeing Inko trying to rectify that is touching. It is a mistake she is determined to never repeat even if Noa is a doll.

Noa points to Izuku. “You said Papa’s-”

“I’m saying that you are unique because you’re you. There is only one Noa Midoriya in this world. A unique, wonderful, caring, smart-be whoever you want to be! Nothing can stop you.”

Noa balled up his fists. “I want to walk with them!”

Your instincts flare up. “You can. I promise, you can. Don’t stay down just because some loser put a limit on you. Stand taller, smile brighter, hold your head up high because you are you.”

Izuku kisses his temple. “I swear Noa, you can walk alongside them. You can be whoever and whatever you want to be. Besides, what’s so different about them? You go to sleep the same, wake up the same, you bleed the same, too.”

Noa bites his lip then whispers, “I want to be like you.”

Izuku starts to cry. “You're going to be better than me. Aim higher-”

“To get to my level.” You nod. Everyone turns to look at you. Noa bursts out laughing. His cheeks are still wet but his fists are loosening. Izuku brightens when he sees Noa start to breathe.

“Noa,” Inko smiles. “I’m proud to have you as my grandson. I’m proud of you. There is not a thing wrong with you. Noa Midoriya, you are a wonderful person who is going to do great things. Quirkless or not.”

The sleepy jingle sounds into the air. Noa’s eyes get droopy, and his smile hasn’t left his face. This is a test you weren't prepared for. Hopefully, something that was said here encourages him. However long this project takes, this subject may come up again; and when it does, you cross your fingers that you and Izuku handle it better.

“Is it okay if I put him in your room?” You ask. Izuku answers, “Do you want help? You know how he can be.”

“I’ll be fine.” You whisper and pick Noa up. Down the hall is Izuku’s very youthful room. You enter it and lay Noa down on his papa’s bed. He squirms a little. Quickly, you lay next to him and put your hand on his chest. Noa settles again with a sigh. Before you exit the room, you hear hushed tones from mother to son.

“I hope that worked. If it didn’t, I’m so sorry.”

“It did, mom.” You hear a sniffle. “I’m sorry I didn’t say that to you! I should’ve been-”

“You already apologized, remember? Even though I was Quirkless, you still made me feel like a hero. You still played with me and loved me. Mom, don’t worry.” You hear a deep inhale. “I wasn’t expecting that, Izuku. This test is…a lot.”

Someone clears their throat. “Definitely. It’s wearing everyone down.”

“I bet! Juggling school, hero work-” Izuku interrupts his mom. “Not exactly.” Inko hums. You back away from the door when Noa turns. You settle him under his dad’s covers. After, you head to the door again.

“I don’t know what to think.”

“Izuku, you have punished yourself for years. Even for things that were out of your control and had nothing to do with you,” You hear a sigh. “That’s something All Might taught you and I regret that.”

“Mom-”

“No. From what you’ve told me, you feel guilty for everything. You and Todoroki, especially. It’s time to let all of that go and see the picture.”

Izuku doesn’t say anything. He sniffles instead. Inko takes a deep breath. “Your friends are lovely and will save the day when they’re heroes. However, their behavior is appalling, and you know it. When you would tell me things, I almost didn’t believe you because of how horrible it is! Never would I have thought that the people who have been through hell and back to learn compassion by the hands of the League would do this. But, Honey, they’re doing this willingly. What’s right is right and what’s wrong is wrong.”

“Mom,” Izuku whimpers. “It’s not like them at all. Most of them are participating but-”

"By doing the bare minimum. This project is about responsibility and compassion. Tell me, what is so responsible and compassionate about this? You get to see what happens to (Y/n) first hand and you held her as she broke down. You’ve taken on the responsibility and blame for this project and her heart. Baby, this is a price neither of you should pay. Your friends made their beds, now they have to lie in it.”

You hear shuffling and a moving chair. Without looking, you guess that Inko got out of her seat. “I know this is hard and you want to protect your friends. Izuku, that’s so sweet of you. It’s heroic and shows that no matter what, you’re loyal. Despite this,” Inko’s voice is wobbly. “You can’t let the rest of the students suffer for your friends’ actions. Your teachers should know better. In fact, they probably do! Darling, you have to understand before it’s too late. There is only so much a person can take.” The hidden message is clear. She’s talking about the League. Shigaraki himself broke down because of the abuse and failure of society. Deku, Izuku, knows this. Just like Shouto knows Touya.

God rests their fine asses.

“How were you able to take it?” Izuku asks. There is another sniffle. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t as young as (Y/n) and I was provided for, so I didn’t have to worry about finances. General studies don’t have that luxury.”

You suck your lips in and blink. “Izuku, you know the difference between right and wrong. This movement will teach them a lesson before it’s too late. Be a true hero and help her. The General Studies are human beings, not dolls heroes can break.”

There is the sound of a kiss. “I need to apologize.” You take this time to walk out of his room. Izuku and Inko wipe their eyes and smile. They look so much alike. If the rules of the robot dolls applied to people in real life, what would this say about his father?

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You put the dishes in the sink. Inko stands next to you and periodically looks at you. “I know you heard us.”

“I did.” Might as well tell the truth. Though it’s spooky how she knew.

“I want you to know that I support you.” Your shoulders loosen from their tension. From what you heard, you know this. It’s still great to hear it though. “Thank you, Miss Inko.”

Inko grins. “When he told me about you, I didn’t need to know anything else. It was his face that said a thousand words.” The flutter in your chest tells you an answer to what she means. You push it away since you doubt it’s genuinely true.

Izuku comes in and puts the plates away. “Y’know what? Why don’t I finish up and you two hang out?”

“What?” You and Izuku say in unison. She takes the plate from you. “I mean it! I’ll stay and watch over Noa while the two of you go out.”

“Mom, we-”

“Go, go, go!” She takes the rag from your hand and whips it at you. “Put your shoes on and go!”

“Miss Inko, please!”

“Let me spend time with my grandson if he wakes up.” She smiles sweetly with a mischievous look in her eyes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she’s trying to send you on a date.

You look at Izuku who has stopped breathing. His eyes are bugged out and mouth is hung open. “M-m-m-mom!”

To stop him from having a heart attack, you agree. “I could go for a walk.”

Apparently, it’s the wrong thing to say since he covers his face with his arms. What was once red flush is now turning purple. “I-Izuku!” Inko shouts.

You wave your hands around. “No, no, no! Izuku, we don’t have to go out. So please breathe!”

His hand that’s around his head tugs on his hair. His green eyes study you. Finally, his normal color comes back to his face. “I want to go out with you.”

Inko smiles and shoos the two of you out again. There is a mist in her eyes as Izuku hands you your shoes. He slowly puts his own on then looks at his mother. You pretend not to follow him to see Inko clasp her hands together with a proud look at her kid.

The two of you walk aimlessly outside. There’s something awkward in the air even though you’re both familiar with each other. Has there been a time when you were alone? Is this how it will feel when Noa is gone?

“H-hey, there’s a festival going on right now.” He twiddles his thumbs. The pain in your heart eases as you decide to enjoy the moment. “Sure! Where is it?”

“Straight ahead, I think?” You hold his hand and run. He trails behind you and gasps. You shake your head and remember that this will only last until Noa is gone.

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“Here, try this one.” You put your fork in Izuku’s mouth. The flavor of the crepe bursts on his tongue making him hum and spread a cheesy grin on his face. “That’s pretty good!”

The vendor is tapping his fingers on the pink counter. “Are you two buying anything?” He growls when he sees you two try another flavor. The next one is decent, but nothing like the one you just shared. “Ah! Uh, this one, please!”

“Two crepes-”

“No, just one. I’d like to share it.” Izuku says in an even tone. He must not be hungry, which is understandable since Miss Inko and the famed Chef Noa worked hard in the kitchen.

He trades with Izuku and bids you goodbye. Your um, date, practically skips when he holds your hand. “Here, you can have the strawberry!” He flicks it with his fork. “Ah!” You open your mouth, waiting for the juicy fruit. Izuku shyly puts it in your mouth. You clap. “Mm!”

In no time, the two of you finish the crepe and toss the trash away. “Let’s go on a ride!”

“We have to let it settle first.”

“Why are you so square?” There’s nothing wrong with going on a couple rides.

“No, dear. In the meantime, let's get our faces painted!” Around the duck game stand are a couple of artists who sit at a white table. They clean their brushes and talk to each other loosely. He guides you over with your hand firmly and softly in his. “Hi, can we get our faces painted?”

He sounds so awkward and shy. Izuku pulls his arm so you can go first. “You can sit here.” She has fluffy bright auburn hair and animal ears. Behind her is a flicking tail after you tell her to give you a skull. In the corner of your eye is Izuku whose artist glides her brush smoothly across his freckled face. Your own expert makes small talk with you. She’s nice and purrs when paints.

“Here you go!” She brings out a blue lined mirror. “Perfect!” You clap your hands and smile. How long has it been since you’ve done this? The smell of sugary foods, popcorn and paint, are such a lovely fragrance to those who haven’t enjoyed this in a long, long, time. In the distance is the large ferris wheel, a classic ride that everyone has rode at least once, a roller coaster that twists and turns with screaming people on it. The amusement rides that can’t be beat and they all have joyous faces, and not ones of everyday contentment, but genuine joy.

What a time to be alive.

However, before you can do any of that, there is something you have to do. “Izuku,” He turns to look at you. On his face is a tiger on the right side of his face, covering the scar and on his left is All Might’s symbol. You laugh. “It’s cute!”

Hero fanboy forever, Izuku gushes, “It’s All Might’s symbol in the Silver Age!” So, he’s not going to comment on the tiger. With a big grin, he adds, “Yours is scary!”

“Good. It’s perfect for the haunted house.”

“What.”

“Yes! C’mon, don’t be a scaredy cat.” Your face painter huffs at your expression. “Sorry.” You mumble.

“I-I’ve only been in one haunted house and that was the School Festival years ago.”

You know. Since the wars, the school has dimmed the festivities afterward. In your time at school, there has only been one and apparently, it didn’t hold a candle to that previous year. So, the general studies hold their own parties throughout the year. For instance, Halloween is coming up and it coincidentally is Benio’s birthday. So, the whole course is throwing a party. Although you have your own parties, it stings that you don’t have big shindigs like they had before.

Izuku waves his hands around. “D-don’t be sad! I’ll go!” Your eyebrows raise. You touch your face and realize that you were frowning. The mistreatment really puts a damper on your first date.

He holds your hand again to lead you to the haunted house. “Please don’t be sad. Please.” His thumb rubs your hand. You didn’t mean to make him feel bad. In fact, you didn’t know you were letting your hurt show. It’s not necessarily his fault.

The dark, wooden building stands with two people on either side of the door. People enter in duos, holding each other tight. The front door creaks open, letting nothing but darkness show. You wave and enter first. “Izuku, what’re you doing?”

“I-I’m coming.” Your eyes bug out. “Are you scared?!”

“No!”

“Oh my God, you are!”

“No, I’m not!” He charges into the house with you close behind. The door slams shut, causing Izuku to make a startled yelp. “Ha!”

“I’m not scared!”

“You will be.” There is a deep, raspy, voice that interrupts a light hearted moment. Both you and Izuku stare at each other for a moment. He slowly turns around to see what looks like a killer clown. You jump rattled by the sudden appearance. Unlike your jolt, Izuku Midoriya, a hero, decides to scream and lift his leg. Before he can make an impact, you notice what’s about to happen.

He’s about to kick the clown.

You yank him back so his leg just barely misses. Whoever is behind the clown’s mask, lets out a shriek and runs. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. You squeeze his hand. “You cannot do that here!”

Deku stutters an apology. His green eyes dilate as something creeps around the corner. His hair raises straight up and eyes turn white.

Finally, after you sprint through the house screaming, you and Izuku launch yourselves outside the back door. You wheeze in laughter. Izuku lays on his back whimpering. Although it would’ve been great to actually experience the jumpscares, you’ll settle for seeing the great Deku being so scared, he ran through it.

“I-I don’t think I can go on a roller coaster, dear.”

You lay on your side, trying not to laugh. “Can we at least go on the ferris wheel?”

He nods and twitches. The dirt underneath your hands that no doubt stains your clothes doesn’t bother you. Right now, you’re looking at the man who is acting like this is the most stressful situation in his life.

You recover first and sit up. “Come on, get up.”

You drag him up by his hand. He groans and grunts like he’s done something. He scoffs when he notices your hands on your hips. “What? I have back pain.”

“Oh, hush. Come on before there’s a line!”

By grace, the line is small. Izuku lets you into the cart first. After you’re securely inside the large cart, facing each other rather than the traditional seat, the ferris wheel takes off.

The ride goes as smoothly as it can. The sun is about to set beautifully and the air is filled with the scent of October. It’s a good day with candied apples and fried dough, the flavor of the crepe still on your tongue, and the sound of laughter is enough to make anyone happy. No, not just a good day, but a great date.

Izuku stares at you from across the cart. His hand grips the metal edge. “You afraid of heights?” You tease.

“No, not at all. I used to be!” He’s been so nervous this whole time. “The famous Deku was afraid of heights? I’m gonna write that down.”

He chuckles then bites his bottom lip. “(Y/n), I’ve been meaning to talk to you and I think now is as good of a time as any.”

You urge him to continue. “I…I’m sorry for not being very supportive. I talked to my mom and she helped me see clearly. I shouldn’t have even needed to be talked to. I’m so sorry.”

“Okay.”

“There’s just so much I messed up on. I haven’t been the best dad or partner. You mean so much to me! How could I have not told you that?” He continues to ramble and mutter. You sit still and listen to him intently. Months ago, you said you didn’t mind it and you still don’t. It’s interesting to see.

“Izuku, I forgive you as long as you don’t make the same mistakes.”

He stops immediately. His round green eyes sparkle in the sun. Izuku’s tense face eases up to something soft and comfortable. He grabs your hands as if they’re delicate. Compared to his, they are.

“You mean a lot to me. You…you’re special,” His voice trails off at the end. “(Y/n), you’re my special person. I don’t think I’ll have another.”

Before you can say his name, he kisses your knuckles. Your face becomes warm. In your heart, you know it’s time. You grasp his hands and lean in. Even though it’s sudden, you know he’ll follow through; this is the time to, the moment you’ve waited for ever since that dream.

For the first time, someone’s lips are on yours. Not in a dream, but in reality; a wonderful reality that makes you tingly and warm all over. He lets your hands go for them to touch you. One cradles the back of your neck and the other trails along your side. You slowly peek at him through your lashes. He looks so content, so blissful. The hand that was on your neck travels to the front to cup your cheek. Not once does Izuku separate himself from you.

You can’t help but compare this kiss to the dream. Not when the breeze created from the slow move from the ride that tries to cool your warmth and tingles. In the book you read almost every night, there are a couple of kisses that are considered legendary. This could just be you being mushy, but maybe this is one of them. What a wonderful place to have it; on a ferris wheel, stopped at the top, with the setting sun in the distance.

You’re worried that this connection with him is temporary. There is so much to learn about him and vice versa. But this kiss erases the doubt in your heart and lets you believe this could be love.

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