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miela · 1 year ago

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Shattered Memories • Chapter X: The Return of a Hero • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Heartfelt Angst, F L O O F Y Fluff Chapter Warnings: back to a regular-sized chapters lmao Extra: next chapter is gonna be smut and it might be posted before the next update. Word Count: 3.4k

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It’s been no more than fifteen minutes since Peter left and you were in the conference room holding the Helmet of the Iron Suit of your late father. You were sitting on the table again as you looked out the window at the New York City skyline in contemplation as the ghosts of Peter’s words echoed and danced around your head.

Me, a hero, you thought.

You knew that you used to be an Avenger. You used to be a damn good one actually, but that didn’t mean that you were a good hero. Anyone can save a life but not everyone can truly be a hero. And now that you think about it, you don’t think you ever saw yourself as a true hero.

You didn’t see yourself like how you saw Steve.

You didn’t see yourself like how you saw Nat.

You didn’t see yourself like you saw your dad.

And you certainly didn’t see yourself like how you saw Peter.

You were meant to be a legacy, not a hero. You were meant to change the world through business and philanthropy. That was your place.

You were Corporate America, not Captain America.

If Peter really knew what happened five years ago, he would understand why you couldn't see yourself as a hero. If he knew how you're responsible for the pain and loss and downfall of many people because of your selfishness, he would understand why you tucked your suit in a far corner. You were doing a favor by staying in your place as an American Sweetheart and not an American Hero.

Then…if that’s the case why do you feel this yearning? Like you're supposed to be out there doing more?

You sighed and looked down at the helmet that your father once wore. Inside of it was a message that he left for you years ago that you refused to look at because you knew that it was his farewell message to you and that meant that it was final and that he wasn't coming back.

You felt that now was the time to see it.

You activated the system in the helm as a hologram came up through the eyes of the mask. You clicked around until you found the file that read "FOR ELDEST LITTLE ME" which brought a smile to your face.

You took a deep breath and pressed play. A life-sized hologram of your dad came up.

Hey Daughter number one, I hope you never have to see this message. But it’s like you say many times “shit happens, and it’s our responsibility to be prepared for it.” So I’m taking a page out of your book and doing just that. Preparing for the shit that may or may not happen.

If you’re seeing this message that means I’m dead. Or I lived and you got nosey and I forgot to delete this. Whatever. If I’m alive, delete this right now or I’ll hide all your guitars in some off-shore estate of ours. Including the one on your bedroom wall. If I’m dead then…well, stay tuned.

I’m going to cut right to the chase. Don’t blame yourself for my death. None of this is on you. There was nothing you could have done to save me and I mean nothing. Things played out exactly how they were supposed to. You did everything you were supposed to and I’m so proud of you.

I want you to live your life and I want you to be happy. I know you’re gonna love Morgan and I know that you and Pepper will take care of each other. You’re gonna grow to be this powerful person in the world just like you always wanted to be. This world will try and knock you down because you are different and you constantly break the status quo, even if I specifically told you not to. Keep being a swiftie, keep playing guitar, keep dancing, keep creating things, and keep being a little smart ass too. I don’t want you to blame yourself for something that you had no control over.

You will make mistakes, some probably as big as mine and I’m sorry that you have to be left with the mess I made in my lifetime. People will try to knock you down because of me. People will try to discourage you because of me. People will try to destroy you because of me. You will have enemies everywhere and at some point it will probably cause you to be your own worst enemy. So here’s a word of advice from your dear ol’ dad:

“Don’t give up before you can see what happens when you persevere.”

Yes, I came up with that quote because I am a freaking genius.

Remember what I always told you. “Behind that heart of iron, there is gold.” You are headstrong, stubborn and so damn rebellious but it’s because you care about others, you care about making this world a better place, and you care about saving the earth that we all live on.

And for that, you are a hero, whether you believe it or not.

I love you, 3000, (Y/N). When the time comes, I'll see you on the flipside.

By the time the message ended, you were crying. You picked up the Iron mask and leaned your forehead against it. You let out a sob as a wave of emotions washed over you.

“Thank you, dad…” you whisper to the mask. “I love you, 3000.”

You sat there and cried for a good twenty minutes before you calmed down. You took a deep breath, got up, and walked into the office of the penthouse, a place you avoided like the plague because of all the memories of Tony Stark living in it.

You were unlocking all types of bravery today.

When you stepped inside you walked over to the desk and set down the mask right in the center of it before patting it softly two times. You walked around the office and looked around at the different decor and pictures that were placed nicely on shelves and the desk. There was a picture of you, Pepper and Tony and another one with Morgan, Pepper and Tony. They made you smile as you looked over and noticed another two pictures.

One was of you and Peter.

You both were hugging each other cheek to cheek with big smiles on your faces. You noted how young you both looked and how happy you both were with youthful twinkles in your eyes and baby faces much like how you were in the scrapbook pictures. The other picture was of you, Peter, and Harley all making funny faces and wearing Stark Internship tee shirts as a joke (and as proof for Aunt May and Harley's mom that they're doing something other than Avenger's Hero work). You giggled to yourself.

"All the clues I needed, right in here in the only place I didn't look," you smile to yourself. "Figures."

You set the photo back down as a notification popped up on your stark specs.

"A message from Spiderman," FRIDAY chimed. "Or better yet, your boyfriend."

You hummed in amusement with a smile. "Open it please."

"Certainly."

Through the specs, you could see a picture of the Avengers Tower in the distance and a red webbed hand doing a finger heart at it. The caption was a red heart. Your smile widened as you faced the window, did a finger heart at it, and sent him a picture of it with a heart caption back.

You wanted to ask him how patrolling was going, but your mind decided on other things. You made your way to your room down the hall and made a beeline to the walk-in closet filled with your business clothing that you would rather keep there than at home. You walked inside and made your way to the very back and stopped at the long mirror that stood in front of you. You sighed and put your hand on the hidden scanner on the side of the mirror. A blue light Illuminated around your hand.

"Welcome back, Silk," the system said as the mirror turned around and revealed your spider suit. "It's been a long time."

You looked at the white, black, and red one-piece with minimal gold details and minimal blue LED lights. You had almost forgotten what it looked like and you were about to remember what it felt like.

You smiled. "Yeah, it has."

Next thing you know you were in the suit, with your full white mask on and your white hood up. It was just as comfortable as you remembered. It felt liberating, freeing and right wearing the suit and now you were going to put it to the test. You strapped on your web shooters and tested them to make sure that they still work. Then you made your way to the platform outside.

"Shall I notify, Peter?" FRIDAY asked through your mask.

"No," you replied with excitement and nervousness flowing through your body. "I'll surprise him."

You took a deep breath that came out more shaky than you would’ve liked. You haven't done this in so long and you honestly felt like you were going to run into a building or something. And although you can make webs from your fingertips, you haven’t really haven’t used your webs in a while either, so you opted for the web shooters that you also used in combat before.

Oh god, what if the fluid is no good anymore? You thought.

"You're afraid,” FRIDAY stated.

"Is it obvious?” You asked as you took the web fluid container to check it from the web shooter. “I haven't done this in five years."

"Just like your first time, it’s a leap of faith."

“FRI, that leap of faith could have me seeing my father on the flipside much sooner than planned.”

“You could summon an iron suit for emergency purposes.”

"You're right." You took a deep breath and put the container back in the slot of the web shooter. "Here goes faith."

And with that, you ran across the platform and dove off. The fall was terrifying but invigorating. The wind was harsh and cold but in an instant reaction, your suit auto-warmed you. You shot a web from the shooter as it attached to a building and you swung across the veins of the city. Once you got the hang of it from your muscle memory, you flung yourself high up in the sky over some of the buildings and did a flip. You could hear people from down below pointing you out and you waved as you passed by them. You smiled from behind your mask as you swung and ran on the side of buildings, careful to not hit windows. You landed on top of a building and laughed happily to yourself as your heart raced in your chest.

You almost couldn’t believe you gave this up. Almost.

"Man, I missed this."

"Spiderman detected nearby. About five blocks over." FRIDAY stated as she showed you his location.

"Thanks, FRI."

You swung and leaped from building to building until you felt your senses tingle. You land on the building where he was at. He was spider-squatting (as you two called it) on the edge and looking down at the street. You began walking quietly over to him.

"Friend detected," FRIDAY chimed. "Hello Karen."

"Hello FRIDAY," Karen chimed back.

You lay your hands on his shoulders softly and his body instantly relaxed at your touch. You sensed a form of happiness from him.

"You came," you could hear the smile in his voice.

You leaned against him, wrapped your arms around his waist, and hugged him from behind. He turned his head towards you as you rested your chin on his shoulder. He kisses your cheek through his mask as heart emotes pop up on the screen through your mask lenses. Your face burned.

"I did."

"What changed your mind?"

"I wanted to see your ass in the suit again."

Peter laughed in response. “Is that why you made the suit so form-fitting?”

“No,” you replied with a giggle. “But I’m certainly not complaining.”

“I’m not complaining about yours either,” he said lowly in your ear which caused your face to burn even more.

He smirked under his mask knowing what your silence meant.

"How long have you been staking out here?"

"Since I sensed you like three minutes ago," he explained.

You smiled and then moved to sit next to him. "I decided to try the hero thing again. If I'm gonna do it with anyone, I'm glad it's you."

He was looking at you when you looked back at him. He then moved his covered hand to cradle your masked face gently and you leaned into it as your mask showed you closing your eyes. His thumb caressed the apple of your cheek gently and you let out a soft breath at the sweetness of it all.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly with obvious worry in his voice. "I sensed your sadness earlier."

You look up at him with a covered smile. "I'm okay. I just found a message from my dad and it just kinda got to me," you explained and put your hand over his. "But I'm okay."

"You sure?"

You nodded and then stood up.

“Let’s go protect the little guy,” you held your hand. “Together.”

He took your hand and stood up. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

You nodded. “Me too.”

Both of you swung through the streets of New York City. You stopped several things from happening including petty thefts, muggings, car accidents, and children from getting themselves into danger unintentionally. You mostly assisted more than anything, which neither of you minded since it’s been a while since you’ve done any heroic justice work.

After a while, you guys stopped and got some food to replenish the energy you used. Peter settled with a sandwich while you got a wrap and you guys split your food in half and gave it to one another. You both sat on the edge of the roof of a lower-rise building scanning the streets for any suspicious activity.

"You got one thing wrong earlier," you started. "In your big ass rom-com speech."

"Oh?" Peter looked at you. "Enlighten me."

"Draco Malfoy and Aaron Warner aren't my book boyfriends anymore," you smirked. "I've moved on from them."

"Oh really?" Peter mused. "Care to share with the class?"

"Why? So you can feel some type of way about him too? Nah I'm good."

"Oh, come on!"

You giggled and took another bite of your wrap. "I'll tell you once he's ready to meet you."

He scoffed and shook his head with a playful smile. "I'll just ask Morgan."

You snorted. "She probably does know. Speaking of, she told me you helped her out yesterday. Thank you for that."

"Don't mention it," he smiled and took the last bite of his sandwich.

You looked out into the skyline of the city and scanned over its beauty before letting out a sigh. You felt the happy chemicals working through your body over time and smiled to yourself as you finished your food.

"So," you began. "I know this question is annoying as hell but what do you plan on doing after college?"

"I have a few options," Peter started. "But the two that resonate with me most are working in a lab or being an educator."

You look at him. "You wanna become a teacher?"

Peter nodded. "I love science as you know and I have a passion for it. I know it's not for everyone and some kids struggle with it y'know? so I would love to share my passion with them and show them that even though they're not good at the subject they can still get some sort of fulfillment from trying. Like the scientific method. Also, some kids need someone who they can turn to when bullies happen and when they're struggling. I'm no counselor but I could help them connect to one."

Your heart swelled. He is just so pure and too good for this world. You couldn't understand why the universe would ever want to do any harm to him when he's such an angel. All he wanted to do was make this world a better place in the best way he could.

You pouted.

"You're such a sweetheart," you pecked his lips. "My sweet boy."

He blushed. "I-I-It's nothing, really."

"To some kid out there, one day, it'll be everything."

He looked at you again and he could tell that had a loving look in your eye. You both leaned in and kissed each other softly. Kissing Peter had become one of your favorite things in less than twenty-four hours. And if you said it out loud, Peter would agree with you.

"Oh my god!" You heard a shriek from below and both of you reacted by whipping your heads around and pulling down your mask.

There was a group of three girls at the bottom of the building gawking up at the both of you.

"Silk! Is that you?!" The girl who shrieked before asked. She had long braided locs that were tied up in pigtails, dark skin, and big brown eyes that sparkled at the sight of you both. She wore a black long-sleeved turtle neck and a black pleated skirt under a hot pink corset. She has fishnets on her legs and demonias on her feet and several spikes accessories to top the outfit.

She reminded you of Draculaura from Monster High.

You smiled and waved down at them. "Hello," you sang, putting on your best Brooklyn accent.

"You came back!" The girl chimed excitedly. "Everyone thought you were dead!"

"No, they didn't," a girl next to her corrected. She had long wavy brown hair and she wore an oversized maroon sweater that looked nice against her tan skin, with a white flowy skirt, Doc Martens, a denim jacket full of embroideries and patches, and a white beanie on her head. "Spidey said on many occasions that she was taking a break due to unknown reasons."

You looked at Peter who shrugged.

"I didn't know what else to say," he whispered so only you two could hear.

"Are you two dating?" The other girl who was with them asked curiously. She had short blonde hair and wore a green crew neck sweater over a white turtleneck and a pair of loose mom jeans with Doc Martens.

"Uh, duh? Why wouldn't they be?" The Draculaura girl said with a smile. "They're, like, perfect for each other! He picked up the slack so she could take a break! That's sooooo sweet! Iron Spider Duo is the OTP!"

You couldn't help but giggle like an idiot with your hand over the area where your mouth would be as you crossed a leg over the other.

God, she's so cute, Peter thought as he blushed under his mask.

"Where are you girls headed?" You asked. "You shouldn't be walking by yourselves at this hour."

"Oh, we ubered here to this cafe," White beanie replied. "And we should get inside so we can meet up with everyone else!" She urged the other two to go inside.

"Wait, can we get a picture with you?" The blonde asked.

You and Peter exchanged looks and shrugged in a why not manner before jumping down and posing with them. After that, you saluted them a goodnight as they hurried inside to meet up with whoever they were supposed to meet up with.

"We do make a good pair don't we?" You smiled and nudged his arm playfully.

"We sure do," Peter nudged back.

After that, you patrolled some more before calling it a night. When you two finally got back to the tower, it was one in the morning. Nothing big as an Avengers-level threat happened on patrols and so you both still had some energy. But that could also be your senses being happy.

You missed this. You were all smiles and adrenaline high when you walked back in.

"I'll take a shower in the locker room," Peter smiled and before he could turn and walk away you grabbed his arm. He looked at you wondrously in response.

"Why waste water?" You smiled softly looking at him with a longing in your eyes.

Peter's eyes widened slightly as he looked at you. His wild eyes betrayed him as they traced over your body and just as you do a lot of justice in that suit, that suit was doing you a lot of justice.

He pressed his lips together and licked them as he nodded at you. You smiled, taking his hands and walking him towards your bedroom.

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bluegekk0 · 2 years ago

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Hey quick question

in your Feral Pk AU, did pk and Hollow ever come across Ghost’s memorial?

they did, yes. i imagine the memorial is located near the dirtmouth graveyard (probably somewhere close to the well) so they see it very often. but even if it was further away, they would still visit it, especially pk

pk has never met the vessel who succeeded in beating the radiance in person (getting whacked in the head in the white palace doesn't count), but he has heard about them. from hornet, from bugs in dirtmouth, and even from grimm. he is proud of them, and grateful that, even if most likely unintentional, they granted him a second chance at being with his family. so he visits the memorial frequently to pay them respects. it's actually something he does at the abyss entrance as well, though for different reasons. his guilt about all the vessel is still with him, it never leaves him, and he doesn't want it to. so he made them their own memorial, which eventually turned into a kind of shrine. for him to visit it, to bring books, toys and other things that they never got to experience because their lives have been cut so short. he realizes this can never redeem him, he was the one responsible for their deaths, but it's the least he can do, even if all the shades have already left the abyss and moved on. ghost may be a hero, holly may be a survivor, but he believes that the other vessels deserve to be remembered as well. so he visits the shrine periodically, to light a torch, leave a gift and just sit there and think for a while

as for holly, they don't visit ghost's memorial as often, though they make sure to pay their respects whenever they walk by. it's difficult for them, while they're grateful for the things they've done, especially freeing them from the temple and allowing them to reunite with their family, it also reminds them of their weakness, and their failure to contain the infection, something that they still feel guilty about, even if it was never their fault. are they aware that ghost was the vessel they saw back in the abyss, the one who almost managed to climb out? i think so, i imagine they thought about it ever since, so they would recognize them. that adds to their guilt, since they to this day wish that they helped them up. they realize that they couldn't, that would sabotage the vessel plan, but it still stuck with them. as for the abyss shrine i mentioned, i think they visited it once or twice, but they don't always accompany pk mainly because it is physically difficult for them to get there. but i imagine they still pay their respects to the other siblings in some other way

#ask stuff #feral pk au

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yeahimaloser · 3 years ago

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Love As Bitter As Coffee Part 2

Omg hi!!

I'm so sorry this took so long to write, yall have no idea. I don't know why it took so long, but it's hereeeee!

Warning: abandonment, and light NSFW at the end, angst.

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: Keigo Takami can't get too close to anyone, in fear of anything happening to them. So when he gets close to you, a coffee shop owner, things get a little complicated.

Coffee shop AU but angsty

I hope you enjoy it!

Part 1!

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A wave of guilt washed over Keigo as he saw your name pop up once again on his phone.

He swallowed thickly, his eyes closing tight as his head rang with melancholy and regret.

Why? Why was he doing this to you? You had done nothing wrong, really. If this was anyone's fault it was his own.

He couldn’t have these feelings about someone, he just couldn’t. It would put you in so much danger, it would make you a target, it would hurt you, and he couldn’t do that to you.

Moreover, he knew he couldn’t do it to both of you. His life as a hero was already so complicated, he couldn’t imagine you being dragged into it.

He didn’t want to drag you into his feelings.

He knew he was being selfish, he knew that he should just call you and explain the situation. But he couldn't.

He couldn’t find it in his heart to do that, couldn’t find the strength.

So he opted for the cowardly move, ghosting you.

Whenever a text message popped up, he would simply ignore it. Or at least, try to.

In reality, he read every single text you sent him. In a strange way, it was a comfort. To know you still thought about him.

On the other hand, it hurt. Hurt because he knew that with each text he knew you were more and more upset.

Y/N: Hey I hope you made it home ok!

Y/N: Is everything ok?? I haven't heard from you in a while.

Y/N: Hey we got a new drink if you wanna fly over and try it!

Y/N: Hawks? Are you there? Did something happen?

Y/N: Alright just text me when you can.

Y/N: I’m feeling a bit nervous here bird boy

Y/N: Is everything ok?

Y/N: Did I do something wrong?

He took a sharp inhale when he saw the last one. This wasn’t your fault, it was all his. He had flirted with you, he had made moves on you, he just never expected to become this attached to you.

His persona was meant to be charming, meant for people to feel at ease with his handsome face. Every hero had a persona, it was just necessary for hero work. A way for the people to really like a hero, but he had to keep his up a lot more.

He was the charming, charismatic, intelligent, pro hero Hawks, and his fans ate it up.

It wasn’t like he hated the persona, it just got tiring. But he found himself liking flirting with you, and he really didn’t expect that. In fact, he liked a lot of things about you, your charms, your overall attitude, your determination, he loved it all.

He shook his head, he shouldn’t be thinking about such things.

At the end of the day, being a hero came above all else, and he knew the commission would not take kindly if they found out about his little distraction.

At the thought, his chest tightened.

Great, another reason as to why he had to stay away from you.

The thought of the commission finding out really made Keigo go into a frenzy, the thought of the commission figuring out who you were and what you meant to him made his stomach sink. He just genuinely didn’t want to wrap you up into all his hero shit, it took a lot for him alone to handle this much pressure, he didn’t want to dump that on someone else.

Nevertheless, he found himself thinking of you often. Wondering how you were doing, thinking about your sweet, charming voice as you teased him about work. It made his gut twist with need, it made his body feel like it was on fire, his brain was telling him the logical, right solution, but his heart was telling him what he really wanted.

And that was to fly all the way back to you, to tell you how he felt and apologize for being so cruel.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he threw himself into his work, he hardly took any time to even think about the possibility of seeing you.

Although, he never expected you to come see him…

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It had been a busy day.

Well, it was always a busy day for the number two pro hero. Meetings and hero work, they were all crammed into one day. But Keigo didn’t mind, it felt refreshing to be in the throes of work again, he felt a bit more himself.

But, with feeling more himself, he felt how much he longed for you again. He even found himself trying to convince himself to go to you.

“One visit couldn't hurt, I’ll just drop by, see how Y/N’s doing, that won't be too much.”

“I’m sure no one will notice, just a quick coffee after all.”

“I owe it to them, to at least check up and see how they’re doing.”

“It couldn’t hurt…”

But he knew better.

This was really for the best, he had to see that.

Getting you involved with someone like him was not something you wanted, he knew that. He knew that he didn’t want you to get mixed up in his life. He just couldn’t.

But as he was sifting through paperwork, he heard the hurried footsteps of someone racing to his office. And before he could even react, the door had already flown open.

“Hawks sir! I’m so sorry but I can’t stop-”

Suddenly, he saw someone walk past the poor assistant. His eyes widened in understanding as well as shock.

There you stood, in all your anger and frustration, glaring daggers at him.

He felt his heart being sucked back into his body, his mind both stopping and going crazy all at the same time.

“That's all right, you can leave us,” he signaled to his assistant.

You turned to him, taking in a deep breath, “Hawks,” he could tell right away, he was fucked. “Do you know why I’m here?”

He sighed, standing up, “Look, Y/n-”

But you shook your head, making him close his mouth. “No, you know why I’m here. And it’s because you’re a shitty friend.”

His chest felt heavy with guilt, he wished he could explain away his actions to you, so you wouldn't be so rightfully mad.

“I was so worried about you,” you said. And for a moment, he could see the sadness and sincerity in your eyes.

You cleared your throat, trying to keep composure, “But then I realized, you just left me. You didn't say anything to me, or about why. You just straight-up left! What's more, you could have just texted me. I was so worried.”

You took a deep breath, “I know that we were...maybe just friends, but I care about you. I've known you for months now, and maybe we weren't as close as I thought. But still, I was worried, so worried about you. But then I realized, you were fine, and that maybe you were just busy. And then, I realized that you were just ignoring me,” his jaw clenched as your voice broke in sadness. “And for a while, I thought it would be fine, that I could just ignore the feelings in my gut and just go along with my normal days. But I couldn't. I have to know why, and I don't care if you don't want to be friends or anything again, but you owe it to me for me to at least know why."

You sighed, “Maybe it’s stupid, but I’m a pretty stubborn person. So I just couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t confront you.”

He sucked in a breath, your confession completely catching him off guard.

“I’m-” but what was he supposed to say? Sorry? That he had fallen for you and didn’t know what to do about it? That he knew the best course of action was to ignore you?

“I was going to come see you.”

For a moment, he could see your eyes flicker. Your eyes flicker with something, a light, hope. But it quickly died out, replaced by your anger.

“Really? Because if you really going to take the time to see me, you could have taken the time to text me. To let me feel at ease at least. So I’m sorry if I don’t exactly believe you.”

“It’s true though,” he muttered, a bit to himself. “I...I missed you.”

You both stayed silent for a minute. Your voice seemed far away as you spoke, “If you missed me so much, why did you leave?”

He opened his mouth, only to close it again. God, the tension felt so suffocating.

His hands twitched, his brain searching for something to soothe you, “...I’m sorry. That’s all I can say. I’m so sorry Y/N, don’t blame yourself for anything I’ve done. This is because of me.”

You bit your lip, “So then why...give me a reason, Hawks.”

Keigo flinched, he didn't know what to say. Should he tell you the truth? Or should you lie, lie like he’s been doing this whole time.

He bit his lip, hands turning into fists.

“Because I got too close to you.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was close.

He really did get too close to you, but not only in a friendly way. But of course, he kept that to himself.

“I can’t really get that close to anyone, but with you… I knew it would turn complicated, and you don’t deserve that. I didn’t speak to you because I was being selfish. I didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of my actions. So I thought, ignoring you would be the best. I thought that would be better for us both.”

You swallowed dryly as you spoke, anger still in your voice, “You don’t get to decide what’s best for me. Even if something did happen, that's not fair to me for you to decide that. You hurt me, Hawks, with your own actions, don’t try to justify it by saying it was to protect me.”

He felt his heavy wings slump. You were right, it was wrong of him to make that kind of decision for you.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I should have talked to you. It’s not at all right that I ignored you. I really am sorry Y/n.”

You sucked in a breath, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was now.

“I...I’m not sure I can forgive you quite yet.”

Keigo’s wings slumped with guilt as if the weight of his mistake was weighing only on his back.

“But...why don’t you swing by the shop sometime? I think maybe if I cool off, we can talk more about what to do.”

Keigo nodded, “Yeah...ok.”

You stepped back, and Keigo couldn’t help but feel disappointed as you did.

“I’m sorry...for bothering you,” you sighed, “I probably ruined your hero day or something.”

Keigo shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Don’t worry about it, I’m glad I got to see you.”

“Yeah well, tell your assistant I’m sorry for barging in. I probably made a scene huh.”

Hawks laughed, “probably.”

You laughed with him.

If felt good, natural, he felt at ease. He really had missed you, missed this, missed your laugh and your presence. He realized he had just missed you.

. . .

The familiar feeling of the mossy grass on Keigo’s feet felt so familiar, and yet, it felt like it was ages since he last stepped foot here.

He sighed slowly, nerves eating him up inside.

To say that he was anxious would be an understatement, he felt like his entire insides were fighting him to not go in, like seeing you would be torture.

Even his outfit made him nervous.

He wore a plain gray t-shirt, adorned with ripped jeans and a black jacket. He wore his favorite pair of red earrings, just for a pop of color.

He combed nervously through his hair, trying in vain to ease his nerves.

He sighed, shaking his head.

Keigo knew he was acting like a fool, he was just going to go in, talk with you for a bit, and that would be it. He would tell you that you too shouldn’t see each other anymore, that he was sorry but it just had to be that way.

He felt bad of course, it wasn't fair and he knew it. But at the end of the day, what he said back in his office was a lie. You didn't understand the full gravity of being involved with him, you didn't understand what it would be like, and frankly, neither did he. And that's what scared him the most, was the uncertainty of it all.

As he walked into your shop, his eyes caught your figure wiping down counters, he did come fairly late, didn’t he.

Checking his watch quickly, he realized it was 8:02.

Fuck, he really did come late didn’t he? Your shop closed at 7, he really hoped you wouldn’t be upset.

You seemed to not notice him, drifting in the doorway, and although he was going to say something, his voice failed him as he caught sight of your outfit.

A tight, deep black skirt that went down almost to your knee, yet, had a long cut in the fabric that went up a few inches. And a grey fuzzy sweater with a turtleneck tucked in at the waist.

It looked classy, but at the same time not too professional.

His eyes couldn’t look away from your beautiful curves, your legs, god.

He forced his head to turn, his face on fire.

After a few more minutes, you had finally noticed he was there. “Oh!” you said, “Hawks, god, I didn’t even hear you!”

He was so glad it was dark because normally you would probably be able to see how flustered he was.

“Yeah sorry, m…my hero reflexes you know?”

You laughed, “Yeah I guess so.”

He gulped a bit as you came closer, your thighs pushing against the skirt. His breath caught in his throat at your beauty. The swell in his chest seemed to tighten and tighten every second as you came closer.

You stopped a few feet away from him, “You can come in, you know.”

“R-right,” Hawks chuckled nervously.

He could feel it, the pressure that was there, The tension between you two. It was so thick, he could probably have cut it with one of his sharp feathers.

The silence was not a comfortable one, it was more of a, ‘I don’t know what to say or how to say it,’ kind of silence.

He wanted things to be better between you two, he really did. But he knew it would be in vain. He knew what he had to do, and he knew he should just get it done with. But looking into your eyes, he knew he couldn’t. He could make up a lie, tell you that he just didn’t think it would be the best idea for you two to keep being friends. Because he knew you shouldn’t get close to him, it would be dangerous. You weren't a hero, you don't have any training in this kind of field, if he got too close to you and something happened, it would be his fault. He couldn't imagine that.

So he didn't know what to say, for once in his life, he was at a loss for words.

He made his way over to you, you had taken a place behind your little coffee bar. And he sat on one of the stools.

Luckily, you started the conversation.

“I saw you on the news… a few weeks ago.”

He looked back up at you, his face quizzical.

But you continued.

“I saw you fight that giant… numo thing. That's when I started to really worry about you.”

You sighed, “I figured, that first, you are just way too busy to hang out with me. Which was fine I get it, your job is such a hard one. And I really don't take it lightly. I understand that it's hard to be a hero, and I understand it's harder to be the second biggest pro out there.”

You looked up, your eyes met his, “And I'm sorry for the way I acted, I'm sure that there was some reason that you didn't want to see me. And I'm sure it was probably superheroic. I just… I just want you to be honest with me. it's not fair for us to have been friends for so long, even if it was for a few months, and then for you to just vanish on me. Even if you think you were helping me, I don't like that you made that decision for me.

You caught your breath, “That's really all.”

Hawks nodded, “Yeah I understand, I would hate it if someone made that decision for me too,” he chuckled, “As for the scene at my work, don’t worry about it, it’s all taken care of. If anything, it was my fault to begin with.”

You smiled, your eyes relaxing. And for whatever reason, it put him so much more at ease.

He knew he should say it now, rip the bandaid off and tell you that you couldn’t be friends anymore. It would be better, safer, easier.

But looking into your eyes, he gave in. He allowed himself to feel safe, he allowed himself to have you. At least one more night.

Soon, he couldn't stop talking. He talked about his work, his life, anything. He felt so open, he felt like it would be okay to tell you these things.

And you listened, you nodded along to his stupid ramblings. It was like he had, for the first time in his life, someone that genuinely cared about him. Keigo, not Hawks, not the hero he put out to people in need, but really him.

He realized he really did miss you, so much more than he really thought. He had met so many people over the years, so what made you so different from him? What made you so special?

As you talked, he once again noticed the way you were dressed, “Can I ask, what’s with the get-up?”

You felt a flush of embarrassment take over your body, “O-oh, well I had to meet with some executives today, for some coffee branding stuff. Boring really. But, I don’t know, I wanted to look nice,”

You looked back up at him, “It’s not too much, is it?”

His cheeks burned, “N-no! Not at all.”

But on the contrary, Hawks could barely keep his eyes off you. Of course, he was still respectful, making sure not to stare. But still, he couldn’t believe how good you looked.

He gulped, he felt so cheated by life at that moment. He knew that if things were just right, he could be the best partner to you. He would spoil you, show you off any time he got. He could actully see himself settling down with you. Something he never thought of, he, the man who was a bit too fast, settling down? Before he met you he would have laughed.

But being here, with you. He felt such a strong pull to you, and in all honesty, he didn’t care why.

He wished, so desperately, that things were different. That he could figure things out with you, that the pieces would fall right in place to make it so he could have you. So that the timing could just be oh so right-

But he knew that was naive thinking.

“Hawks?”

His head snapped up, cheeks heating up as your face got closer to his.

But you smiled, “Want a drink?”

He smiled, his cheeks still rosy, “Sure.”

It wasn't long till you brought out the drinks. The warm, chocolatey coffee kind, the alcoholic kind.

And after a while, he could tell the tipsy feeling was taking over you.

The way you kept giggling at just about everything he kept saying was a clear indicator that you were definitely on a bit of a buzz. He didn't mind, he liked the way that you laughed. It was cute, the way that your mouth would cork up, and your eyes would shine just a little bit of happy tears. He liked it that way, he liked seeing you like this.

“You’re cute when you smile,” you said, “I mean like- really smile.”

He crooked an eyebrow, “How do you mean?”

“Well, you smile a lot in interviews or in general, but it’s not the real deal you know? It’s a crude imitation of the real thing. You just look so at peace when you smile, I like it.”

He felt his cheeks heat up, just a bit, “Ha, I guess you have a point. I don’t really smile in interviews, not really anyway.”

You corked your head to one side, “Why?”

He shrugged, “I try hard to make it look better than the real thing, I suppose. I want people to feel at ease with my smile, kinda like All Might, I just want people to see me and know that I’ll keep them safe.”

You puffed out a laugh, “And a smile is going to do that?”

“You’d be surprised,” he said, “Humans notice body language very quickly. A confident smile can easily calm someone down. By showing that you, the hero, aren't afraid, the civilian won't be afraid either. And that’s what I want, for people to feel safe, and for everyone to have more time to do the things that make them smile.”

He laughed, “It’s cheesy I know.”

But he felt your hand on his cheek, “You’re a good person,” you smiled.

His eyes widened as you smiled sweetly at him.

He let out a nervous laugh, “Yeah? Thanks, sometimes…I don’t really think so.”

You gave him a light, playful flick on the forehead. “Then you’re stupider than I thought,” you said giggling.

Hawks felt his eyes soften and his cheeks becoming pink with his long-lasting smile.

You checked the time, eyes widening, “It’s late! Shouldn’t you be getting home?”

Hawks smiled, “Na, I took tomorrow off.”

“Really? You never do that?”

He shrugged, “Yeah, I mean, I’ll probably have to go in a bit later in the day, but I’m a big boy, I can stay out a bit later.”

You laughed, “Well if you can stay a bit longer, why don’t we go back to my place? I need to close the shop. But if not, I know a good hotel-”

He stopped you, “I’d love to see your place.”

. . .

To say Keigo loved your apartment would be an understatement.

His apartment was barely lived in, it was a big penthouse and truthfully it never felt like home. It was a place where he would go to sleep, eat, shower, that's it. Nothing more nothing less.

But your home felt right. The plants surrounding the living room, the dishes scattering the kitchen, even your garbage can almost filled to the brim with containers made him feel more at peace.

Your place just felt so lived in-

If he was being honest, he never had a place like this. A place that really felt like his. But here, in your apartment, it made him feel like he was surrounded by you. Like he could tell this was supposed to be a home.

“Sorry it’s so messy,” you said, “it’s probably not up to your standard huh.”

But Keigo shook his head, “No way, I love it.”

You rolled your eyes, “You don’t have to lie to me. It’s probably nothing compared to yours.”

But Hawks shook his head, “Nah,” he said, “at least your house is lived in, sure mine’s big, but it doesn't feel like a home to me. Yours feels nice, I don't know how to describe it but the feeling is there. I just like that.”

You smiled, “Well, feel free to come anytime. A new home for you I suppose.”

He felt his heart flutter at your words.

“Thanks,” he said, a goofy smile on his face.

You two sat on your couch and talked.

It was mundane, a pace that Keigo wasn't at all familiar with. To talk to someone about boring everyday shit. And the fact that he didn’t feel like you saw him as a pro hero, you were interested in him, his real self.

It was a long time till you both realized how late it had gotten.

“Jesus,” Hawks said, “it’s fucking late.” He said laughing.

You smiled, “I guess we just got carried away huh.”

“yeah….I guess we did.”

You two stayed silent, your eyes locked on his. He was so close. His body, his essence, all surrounding you.

“Y/N…”

And then, you started laughing.

You knew it wasn’t appropriate, but it just slipped out.

“You know, you came over to make up for ignoring me. Saying you couldn’t get close to me. And yet, here we are, getting closer.”

Keigo smirked, a light blush falling over his face.

You were right, the whole reason he had come over in the first place was to apologize and move forward. To tell you then that you two shouldn’t be friends.

But it was like he couldn’t stay away from you, like every time he tired, he felt a pull towards you.

He knew he should leave right now, and tell you that he couldn’t see you anymore.

But, now that he was here, he knew that would be impossible.

“Yeah, I know. But…”

“But…”

You could feel his hot breath on yours, his body pressed to yours on the couch. The heat coming off of him was intoxicating.

You wanted him, you knew it.

His eye’s found yours, “I just can’t stay away from you, Y/N.”

You bit your lip, “I can’t either.” Your eyes darting away and then back up to him again.

Slowly, his lips were on yours, hungry and needy, wanting and starving.

It was better than he had ever thought of, his mind going numb as your body pressed into his. He couldn’t even think about how he shouldn’t be doing this, he could only focus on you.

Your hands were fisted in his hair, pulling him more into you. You pulled away once, allowing for a small pant of, “Hawks,” to breakthrough.

That was it, he needed you.

“Bedroom,” he said.

You shivered. His commanding voice, it made you heavy. Just him made you dizzy. Or maybe it was the waiting, all the late-night coffee talks that made you realize how much you ached for him. Or all the tension between you two, that made this moment that more erotic.

“F-first door on the right.”

As you made your way there, lips never faltering, hands squeezing up and down, your skirt becoming tangled around your legs, making it hard to stand. But Hawks caught you, and he held onto you.

You fell into your bed with a soft thud, trapped in Hawk's arms, caged in.

A heavy pant left him, as he looked you up and down. Your makeup had become smeared, and he bit his lip, as longing clouded his mind.

How long has it been? How many times and he wished for you to be in this kind of situation? He had lost track.

“H-Hawks,” you let out.

“I got you,” he said, kissing your shoulder, “I’ve always got you.”

His lips left the sweetest kisses, his hands reached for yours grabbing them, holding them. It was all so tender, so loving, so passionate.

You let out a small whine, only to bite your lip, embarrassed.

But Hawks kissed it away, his body pressed down onto yours.

“I want you,” you said.

“You have no idea,” he said.

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wakanda-nonsense-is-this · 3 years ago

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Ghost of You — Chapter 4

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Pietro Maximoff x fem!Mutant!reader

Warnings: ANGST, sad Y/n, betrayal, trust issues.

Word Count: 1084

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It was already dark when I said goodbye to the team. They accepted my stay pretty quickly, irresponsible if you ask me, they're heroes, therefore have enemies, and as far as they know I could be one of them. Maybe I'm overthinking it or maybe that's just how I would react. Guess trust issues comes interlock with daddy issues. Greeeat, 2 in 1. However I must say this was the first time in a long time that I ever felt so calm around people. Back in the asylum I had no friends, it didn't feel so lonely because I had Pietro, but he hadn't always been there, I spent 7 years alone until I was 16 and a 21 year old ghost made his way to the showers in the asylum while I was showering. I screamed so hard I don't think I've ever seen a ghost so scared in my life, after that, he took it as his job to follow me around 24/7 until I stopped ignoring him. I smiled at the memory as I made my way back to my room.

"What're you smiling at?" Pietro asked when I close the door. I shrieked and jumped away from him, I had forgotten he was there. I didn't answer, I just went to the closet looking for my suitcase, but I couldn't find it. Strangely, I opened the closet door and someone had hung up my clothes and had taken the trouble to buy me some clothes. My first thought was Tony, but I instantly rejected the thought when I saw all my new socks had figures and were colorful, no one knew about my obsession with pretty socks aside from Pietro (but since he's dead he could not have bought them) and Happy, I smiled warmly at them and made a mental note of thanking him later.

"I didn't know your sister was here" I finally said without looking him. There was a moment of silence.

"I didn't either"

"I find it hard to believe" I scoffed looking back at him, annoyance evident in my tone. Pietro looked back at me surprised.

"Y/n-"

"Is that why you came?" I asked him. Thinking of that possibility made me feel distraught for some reason as if... I shook my head to try and erase the thought, it was of no use digging into my feelings. "I'm sorry, just forget I said anything"

"I-"

"Please Pi, just-" I sighed wishing I had just shut the fuck up for once in my life. I didn't know why I felt so hurt, if I was a ghost too I would do everything in my power to try and search for Happy and make sure he was fine. But knowing that didn't ease the pain of feeling used, because for once I was special for someone or maybe I was just an means to an end, and it's not that I was jealous or anything, it's just... Argh, I don't even know what the heck is wrong with me.

"Hey, what is this about?" He asked me as he got near me, slowly, as if to not scare me.

"I- don’t know" I sat down in surrender looking down at my hands fidgeting on my lap. I felt the same way as when I was 7 and Happy introduced me to his niece, Carla. The way they interacted with each other made feel as if he was replacing me. I tried to hide it but the moment he asked me what was wrong I started bawling my eyes out, I remember he hold me till the tears stopped and proceed to tell me how much he loved me and that no one was ever going to change that. I felt so relieved I cried even more, which landed me to the hospital 'cause of dehydration. After that he was the one crying. What a day.

"Look at me, please look at me" he begged kneeling down in front of me. "For me?" he hesitated. That made me look up at him, I din't want him to feel hesitant around me, not now, not ever. "There she is" he beamed looking me in the eyes, I tried but I couldn't help it, I smiled. Pietro was a lot of things, an asshole, a moron, you name it, but he has always been my number 1 cheerier. Whenever I came out of one of my shock therapies he was always there to cheer me up or to just simply hear me cry.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you, it's just- I wasn't even sure, I had my suspicions about who your dad was but I was never sure" he tried to explain himself. He was nervous, as if this was his fault, I immediately felt bad. I was being selfish, just thinking about myself, but I couldn't help it, I didn't wanna lose him, anyone but him.

"No" He looked at me in surprise, he opened his mouth to say something. "It's not your fault. It's just my whole life every person I have ever cared about has been taken away from me and I know it's stupid, but I just can't stop thinking that you're going to forget about me, because I'm of no use to you anymore and I know it's not like that, i know you would never do that to me, but I mean was it really a coincidence that we met? I don't know, I probably sound crazy." 10 seconds passed and he hadn't say anything yet. I look at him out of the corner of my eye. He's still, looking through me, avoiding my eyes. Oh shoot, I was right. I felt the blood being drained from my face while I looked at him. I thought I was being paranoid, but looking at him, maybe I wasn't. After all the times I told him how difficult it was for me to trust people, after all the times I cried to him for hours, after all the times he saw me at my weakest, after all of that he still used me. Were all those moments fake? Did he ever had to remind himself that I was just one way to get to his sister? Did I ever mean anything to him?

"Pi?" I asked fearfully, he didn't answer, but I saw it on his eyes. "Please tell me I'm wrong, that my trust issues are showing, anything, just tell me I'm wrong"

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nights-legacy · 3 years ago

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Hand Massage - Shinso

PLEASE READ Sm Note: I have been thinking about this for a bit. In the past, I have put in visual aids/references for my imagines, headcanons, etc. I wanted to start that again. I have done his with this one. Please let me know what you think. PS. I don't own the pictures/gifs, credit to owners.

First time trying to hold their hand. Does it go right or wrong?

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+ Shinso and Y/N are the poster couple. They are the epitome of the cute couple. Going on dates, pet names, and pining glances even though they’re already together. There just one factor missing in that equation, the two have never held hands. Not even once. Sure they stand and sit very close to each other but never have actually crossed that line.

I walked towards the General Studies dorms slowly. I was going to spend time with Shinso while he has a gaming night. He liked having me there while he gamed for some reason, even though I just distracted him a lot. I giggled at that thought.

Another thought came to mind. I have been to Shinso’s dorm countless times and we have had more dates then I could count on two hands. But… the physical contact has been the bare minimum, quite literally. We have yet to cuddle, kiss, or even hold hands. Our hands have brushed as we’ve walked together but never much more.

“Watch out!” I shook at of my thoughts and looked around spooked. I saw a baseball coming straight at me.

“Ah!” I ghosted out and ducked. The ball went right through me. I looked back as it flew and hit the ground a few yards beyond where I stood. I looked back when running footsteps came up on me.

“Are you alright?” A couple of other students ran up on me. One had a bat and the others had ball gloves. I nodded and stood to my feet. “You’re the ghost girl right? That quirk of yours comes in handy doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. Especially when it comes to rogue baseballs.” I chuckled. The guy with the bat scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah sorry about that. Someone has a wicked curve ball and the ball went haywire.” He had called accusingly behind me. I heard one of them yell back, offended.

“It’s okay. I’ve got to go! Bye! Try not to take anyone else’s head off.” I ran off, hearing them laugh. I finally got to the GS dorms. I walked in the doors and put on the extra set of slippers that Shinso left for me.

“L/N! Hey!” I looked up and saw one of Shinso’s classmates waving at me. “How’s my favorite person in the hero course?” I gave her an amused smile.

“What do you want Migeka?” I crossed my arms over my chest. She smiled cheekily.

“Can you take this with you since you’re already going up to Shinso? It’s some of his notes he let me borrow and the snacks he asked for on the grocery run.” She held up the items.

“I don’t see why not.” I said walking over. I grabbed the items and she keened up to peck my cheek. I swatted her away and walked to the elevators. I pressed the button for his floor and waited, earlier thoughts coming to mind. Shinso didn’t seem like the physical type when it comes to relationships, I can’t figure out how to go about things.

The elevator stopped and I walked out only to apparated to the end of the hall. I knocked on the door. I got a delayed response to come in. Too lazy to actually open the door, I phased through.

“Hey kitten.” I heard his deep, sleepy voice call as soon as I got in. I kicked off the slippers and turned towards him. He was sitting on his bed and his gaze was focused on his game. He had one of the sides of his earphones pushed off to hear me.

“Hi Toshi.” I said shyly.

“Is it too much to actually use a door?” He teased. I pursed my lips but nodded anyway.

“Migeka was too lazy to bring these to you herself.” I held up the notebook and snacks. He looked over at what I was holding.

“Sounds like her.” He scoffed. “You can put the notebook on my desk but bring the snacks over, please.” He patted the spot next to him. I nodded and did what he said. I moved his hero mask and set the notebook down. As I did this, I caught sight of his main hoodie on his chair.

I grinned and grabbed it, quickly throwing it over my head.

“Hey…seriously?” I held the collar up to my face where you could only see my eyes. I gave him puppy eyes. “Whatever.” He grumbled but I saw the ghost of a smile on his face. I picked up the food and literally jumped on the bed, landing right next to him, on his leftside. He looked down at me for a moment with a raised eyebrow.

“Here you go.” I held up his snack.

“Thanks.” He took it without even looking away from the game. I sat up and watched him play his game. I looked down at his fingers moving fast on the remote. I wondered what they would feel like woven with mine. A loud groan pulled me back.

“Great.” He nearly threw the remote down in front of him before pulling his ear phones down to rest around his neck. He leant back on his hands and looked at me. “So how’s my kitten? Anything interesting other than being your normal self?”

“Shinso!” He just smiled at me before a small yawn escaped. “Well, on my way here, I was nearly decapitated by a baseball.”

“What?” He was taken back. “Are they playing baseball out front again? The got in trouble for that a couple of days ago and now their back at again. They’re gonna get in trouble with Aizawa this time.”

“Opps.”

“But you’re okay?” He asked, looking me over.

“Yeah, I ghosted out just in time. No harm, no foul.” I said before giggling at the lame irony of my words. He nodded before turning to open the package of snacks. He held one out to me and I ate it out of my hand. He just looked at me before shaking his head.

“Why do I put up with you?” He asked. I shrugged as I chewed. He chuckled before he yawned. We sat in silence while the background music of his game played through his headphones. He hit a button on his remote, restarting the game.

“Can I have another, sleepyhead?” He gave me a side glare but gave me another. I took it in the same fashion. He closed his eyes and shook his head, chuckling.

This went on for another long while. Game play, snacks, and small conversation. After he died another time he set the remote down and stretched his left hand.

“Cramping.” He said when I gave him a confused look. I awed and went to reach for his hands but froze just as my hands were centimeters from his. I looked in his eyes in near panic. I saw shock in his for a moment before a gentle look came over his face. He nudged his hand forward. “Go ahead.”

“O-Okay.” I stuttered. I gently took his hand. I pressed my thumbs into his palm, massaging the muscles. I rubbed down each individual finger gently, trying to relieve the pain. I turned his hand over and rubbed circles on the top.

“That feel’s good. Thank you.” He said gently. I nodded, smiling. He took his remote in his right hand and did some stuff on his game. I looked up and admired the side profile of his face while he was distracted. I watched as multiple expression flashed across his face. I looked down at his hand that I was still massaging. I stopped and set it down on my knee.

Go for it. I told myself. I closed my eyes before quickly slipping my hand under his and wove our fingers together. I gripped his hand softly, in case he wanted to pull away. My eyes shot open when he gripped my hand tight. I looked up at him to see he was smiling. He glanced at me sideways and chuckled before pecking my nose.

“Ep!” I chirped in surprise. I felt the heat bloom across my cheeks and buried my head in his shoulder. I felt him chuckle silently.

“Baby?” I hummed in response. “You’re invisible baby.” He whispered. I peeked out of his shirt to see I in fact was. You could tell he was holding something in his hand but not what it was.

“Opps.” I said sheepishly while deactivating my quirk. I looked up at him innocently.

“You’re so cute.” He complimented, shaking his head. I reburied my head before adjusting to lean my head against his shoulder. He kissed my hair before moving our hands over towards his remote. He went back to his game but never let go of my hand.

Shinso’s POV

As soon as I felt their finger wind with mine, my heart jumped out of my chest. I looked down at our hands then at them. They had their eyes close tight and I could almost feel the nervous energy radiate off them. I felt a smile grow on my face. I turned forward before curling my fingers and gripping their hand tight.

“Huh?” A surprise sound escaped their mouth when I did that. I saw their eyes shoot open out of the corner of mine. They looked up at me. I glanced at them sideways before turning towards them. I leant down and pecked their nose real quick, giddy feeling spreading through my chest. “Ep!”

“Ah.” I mumbled as they buried their head in my shoulder, blushing madly. I watched in an amusement with my own blush as their quirk activated and they flicked in and out before disappearing completely. My other hand came up to my mouth as my body shook in a silent chuckled. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” They hummed to answer me. I leaned in closer.

“You’re invisible, baby.” I felt them move.

“Opps.” They said as they became visible again. They gave me an innocent look. I shook my head and let it fall back a little.

“You’re so cute.” They hid in my shoulder again before resettling to just lay their head on my shoulder. I looked back up at my game. I looked between my hand and my remote. I moved both of our hands and grabbed my remote without letting go of their hand. I leant over and kissed their hair while starting my game again.

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thebestofoneshots · 3 years ago

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Time-Variant 30578 (4/?)

Part 4: The longer Path

Read the beginning here: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Series Summary: You end up on the TVA after becoming a nexus event. Just before you get reset, Mobius appears to recruit you into the team to catch Loki’s Variant.

You’re not too happy about it.

(This chapter can be read as oneshot but it does follow the story arch of the earlier chapters. It follows the events of episode 5, so there are spoilers, obviously)

Word Count: 6.7 K

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warning: Mentions of attempted su*cide. Dark humor.

Uploaded: 07.11.2021

“Is this Hel?” Loki asked as he felt ground underneath him. “Am I dead?”

“Not yet,” he heard a voice from the side “but you will be unless you come with us.”

Loki turned to look at the owner of the voice and saw 3, or was it 4? variants of himself.

And then a figure moved from behind one of the Lokis. It. was. you.

You smiled wildly “Hey Uglyface! Long time no see.”

[A lot of unclear time before meeting Loki again]

Why am I feeling something? You thought. Am I not dead? You opened your eyes to find yourself in New York? That was definitely the avenger's tower, but also a great many deal of buildings you were quite sure did NOT belong in New York. Oh, and it was also all partially destroyed.

“Where the fuck am I?” You whispered asked as you looked around taking in your surroundings. Soon enough a green light came from somewhere to your right and a thing appeared, out of nowhere. It was a small plane, just flying around the area. You started thinking of how to get it to come down when a giant cloud monster thing got close to it and swallowed it whole. Whatever that thing was. You were sure, you did NOT want to be swallowed by it. Even if you were a ghost in some sort of weird afterlife. Once you got far enough from the cloud and hid behind a bunch of buildings, you looked around again, trying to figure everything out.

What if I am a ghost? You wondered before bringing your arm to your mouth and biting in it hard. FUck. That hurt. So I’m not a ghost. Or maybe I can bite myself and feel it because I AM a ghost. I should try passing through something.Ghosts can do that, If I can’t, I’m definitely not a ghost. And so, you tried putting your hand through some bricks. It did not work, only caused more pain.

“What are you doing?” You heard a high-pitched voice.

You looked around but found nothing.

“Down here, you big thing,” the voice said again, so you looked down. Was that? A tiny person? You leaned down to take a closer look.

After squinting your eyes for a bit you found a small, 5in at most, humanoid creature. And after taking a closer look, and taking in all of the clothes they wore you asked “Thor?”

“She knows me. This great mortal knows who I am! Well yes, I AM the mighty Thor.” He replied with a voice so high-pitched it was hard not to laugh.

“Mighty?” You giggled.

“Are you making fun of me mortal? I could kill you with my bare hands!”

“I bet you could little one.” You replied sounding as less condescendingly as you possibly could, “But you seemed to be a lot more informed than me, would you mind telling me where I am? Is this... the afterlife?”

“Of course not!” He replied. “This is where the TVA throws all their junk.”

“So I didn’t die when I was pruned?”

“Nobody dies, we all just end up in this damned place, with no way out.”

“Have you tried?”

“More times than I can count. It’s funny though, most humans just die when they arrive here. Why are still alive?” He questioned with his small little voice.

“I ugh... Ran? From the big thing that look’s like it’s going to kill you if you let it touch you.”

The tiny Thor made an expression of approval. “It was nice meeting you human, I can write you an autograph if you want.” He said.

“I’m fine! thanks... Wait a minute! Does that mean you’re gonna go?”

“I must continue with my path.” He explained.

“You’re not going to try to save me or anything?”

“Why would I?” Because you’re supposed to be a hero? You thought, but he kept on talking “I have things to do. Planets to conquer, frost giants to kill, all of that stuff princes do. You wouldn’t understand it.”

“Maybe I AM a princess as well?” You argued.

“Are you?” He asked.

“Well I’m not, but after saving earth more than once, I’d expect you to be a bit more... heroic I guess.”

“I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I have not been to Midgard in ages.” That’s when it clicked. This Tiny Thor must have been from a point in his Timeline before even being taken the hammer away by Odin.

“Right, sorry Thor, my bad. Must have mistaken you with another handsome Viking,” you told him. He smiled at your compliment.

“A very nice mortal indeed, alas I will go. Stay underground, don’t get too close to the thing, and find good food, you’ll be fine. Or you’ll be swallowed by Alioth. Either way I must go.”

“Of course, Tiny Thor, I’ll stay safe,” You replied as you saw him start walking in another direction.

He turned around “What did you say?”

“Mighty Thor... I said mighty,” you quickly corrected “Why?”.

He squinted his eyes but ultimately left. Time in this place was definitely weird. It was as if no time ever passed but at the same time, it felt like a lot of time had gone by. You’d found an abandoned motorbike that you used to move around and even got food before Alioth ate it all. And after what must have been days but you really couldn’t tell, you finally saw another person. He had just been pruned and looked confused as Alioth started getting close to him. You rode through the debris close enough for him to jump on the bike, once there you realized he was just a child. And he, actually looked rather familiar. After paying enough attention it clicked “Loki?”

“Do I know you?” He asked looking down on you.

“Child Loki.” You acknowledged “Jump on the bike if you want to live.”

“I don’t ride with strangers.”

You took a deep breath, of course, he was a Loki. “Suit yourself,” You said starting the bike, you’d learned enough about dealing with Loki’s by now.

“No, wait!” He said and got on the bike before you started it and drove away from Alioth.

“Is this Hel?”

“Why you think you should be there?” you asked almost laughing.

“Maybe...”

“No. According to Tiny Thor, and what I’ve seen so far, this is some point in time where they just throw everything the TVA get’s rid of. It’s either at the beginning or at the end of time, I’m not quite sure yet,” you said before stoping the bike in your hiding spot.

“Tiny Thor?” He asked frowning.

You smiled “It’s a story for another time.”

“Why did you help me?” He asked once the two of you were standing after you parked the bike and guided him to your hideout.

“I’m sort of friends with you.” He raised an eyebrow incredulously “A different version of you, a future one, and female one.”

He nodded, trying to decide whether to trust you or not.

“Here,” You said as you offered him a small packet of juice, “this one is my favorite.” You explained. He took it and stared at it untrustingly. You took it from his hand, opened it, and took a small sip, clearly letting him see that you were actually drinking it “It’s not poisoned Loki.”

“King Loki,” he corrected you.

“Excuse me?”

“You should address me respectfully. Add a My King at the end whenever you speak to me directly.” He added petulantly.

You laughed “That’s never gonna happen little one.”

“Little one?” He complained.

“What? Do you like Jr better?” You mocked, “I feel like Jr does suits you better tho,” you added thoughtfully.

You were way too familiar with him to his taste, no one back in Asgard had treated him that way, not even Thor, it was as if you were completely comfortable with hanging out with him. Even after he had killed Thor. Although you probably didn’t know that.

After that moment, the two of you became almost inseparable, doing provision searches together and everything, that’s how you bumped into other versions of Lokis and formed what would be considered a team. Or at least an alliance. Most of them didn’t like you at first, but just like Loki and Sylvie, they’d grown closer to you. In a way, you were what would be considered, a taste you acquire. At least for Lokis.

[Back to the present]

“(Y/N)!” He said with a smile, “You’re alive.”

“Turns out I’m a diehard.” You smiled.

After his initial relive he went back to being confused “What is this place? Where are we? Who are them?”

“This is The Void. That's Alioth. And we're his lunch. Come on!” Said one of the men that were with you.

“What Pops meant, is that these are all variants of you and we need to get out, now. Before that big cloud thing we call Alioth kills us.” You explained dragging Loki with the 5 of you.

After a while of walking Loki stopped all of you again “Look, it's been a very, very, very trying past few days. Months? I don't even know how long it's been since New York. All I know is, I got pruned and I woke up here, and now I'm surrounded by Variants of myself, plus an alligator, which sadly I didn't find all that strange. And (Y/N), who seems awfully comfortable with all of this. And now we're running from God knows what to God knows where. When we need to be trying to find a way back to the TVA.”

“Stop wailing or you will signal Alioth,” one of the Variants answered.

“This is the place where the TVA dumps its rubbish, everything they prune. And Alioth, he ensures none of it ever returns.” Said the younger one of the bunch.

The one you had referred as Pops, spoke “It's a living tempest that consumes matter and energy. They send entire branched realities here that are devoured in an instant... We're in a shark tank. Alioth is the shark.”

The alligator growled.

“There's no such thing as an alligator tank.” You replied looking at the alligator.

“Besides, it's a better metaphor. He's overly sensitive like the rest of us.” Explained Pops.

“Hang on, that thing's a Loki too?”

“I call him Lokigator,” you added.

Lokigator growled again.

“Fine, I’ll try not to say it again.” You snapped back. “He doesn’t fancy that nickname much.”

“She understands him?” Loki asked confused.

“Pops does too,” added the younger one.

“Okay, fine. Willing to accept that. Why are there so many of you? Of me?”

“Because Lokis survive. That's just what we do.” Explained the bigger Loki.

“Great. So how do we escape?” Loki asked.

“We don't. All of us were arrested by the TVA and pruned, just like you. And just like you, we all stood around making bad plans that went nowhere.”

“But we could use a TemPad. (Y/N) had one when she disappeared.”

“I tried when I got here, apparently all the TemPads run out of charge when you need them the most.”

“We can’t charge it?” He asked.

“Only Sylvie knows how to do it.”

“What about causing a nexus event?”

“The TVA doesn't care what happens here.” Replied Pops.

“And Mobius? Have you seen him?” Loki asked you.

You denied with your head. “Maybe he hasn’t arrived.”

“But he was pruned little before you were.”

“Time’s very weird in this place Loki. I’ve been here for a long time, a very long time, and you’re the first familiar face I see. Well I mean, I did find other Lokis but that’s not the point.”

“I saw you less than thirty minutes ago?”

“It’s not like that from my point of view.”

“She was here before I arrived,” explained the younger Loki, “We need to keep moving.” He added. Everyone walked behind him.

“So how long?” Loki asked as he walked beside you.

“Months, years? I don’t know Loki. A lot of time.”

“I’m sorry,” he added then. “I thought you were dead, I would’ve come for you.” You smiled, remembering the mental debate you had before trying to save him and Sylvie back in the TVA before you were pruned, it felt like a lifetime ago, and who knows? maybe it had been. “Why is he wearing the horns?” he asked then “You let a child command you?”

“You'll do well to respect the boy.” Reprimanded pops.

“This is his kingdom.” Added the other Loki.

“Right. What was your nexus event, Your Majesty?” Loki mocked.

“I killed Thor.” He replied somberly.

“On a more, positive note,” you said trying to change the subject quickly since you knew it was a sensitive topic for Jr“I learned magic.” You said with a smile.

“What? How?”

“Well it was hard getting used to this place, and when I saved Jr. he promised he’d pay me back since he didn’t like owing any favors. Together we discovered I had... Affinity? I believe that’s what he called it. When we bumped into Pops he became my official tutor.”

“But she’s a mortal...” Loki said still confused.

“We’re not so sure about that.” Added Pops.

“What?” Asked Loki confused.

“Just a weird theory of his, don’t listen to him. If I wasn’t a mortal the TVA wouldn’t have bothered on stoping my su*cide attempt.” You added brushing off Pops’s statement.

“And what can you do?” He asked.

You quickly turned into him and mirrored his earlier actions “And what can you do?”

“Impressive.” He replied with a small smile on his face.

“Impressive.” You repeated.

“All right well you can stop now,” he said then, a slight tint of annoyance in his voice.

“All right well you can stop now.” You repeated again.

“So why do you want to go back to the TVA anyway?” Asked Pops, by then you turned back to yourself. “You left your glorious purpose there or something?”

“We need to find Sylvie,” you replied instead of Loki “Overthrow the TVA, destroy them.”

“Right, you did mention that was your plan,” Jr concurred.

“So you’ve been hanging out with them since you arrived?” Asked Loki as you continued walking.

“I met another Loki once, I thought he was you at the beginning, but turned out he was just an asshole,” you said bitterly. Loki rose his eyebrows as a reply.

Soon enough you were all entering an underground hatch that took you to your bunker.

There you talked and joked around for a while before things got more serious.

“We’re going.” He said grabbing your hand and standing up.

“Going where? With (Y/N)?” Asked Jr defensively.

“Out of this place, out of The Void, back to the TVA. We're as good at escaping as we are at surviving. That gives us a decent chance.”

“You won't do either, you'll be murdered.” Added Jr.

“Well, so be it. That was my destiny, to begin with.”

“And you’ll be dragging her with you?” Pops asked.

“I’m not being dragged anywhere, I’ve been waiting for him.” You jumped in quickly.

“You're different. Why?” Asked the big Loki looking at your Loki.

“No, I'm not, you see? I'm the same, really. I'm the same as all of you. Have any of you met a woman Variant of us?” He asked then.

You smiled at the thought of seeing Sylvie again, like an old friend you missed dearly. “Sounds terrifying.” Added Pops.

“Oh, she is. But that's kind of what's great about her. She's different. She's not trying to take over the TVA, she's trying to take it down. And she needs us.” He said giving you a look. “Now, you said Alioth is what keeps us here. You said it's a living thing. You said it's a shark. Well, if it lives, it dies. So I'm gonna kill the shark. I'm gonna kill Alioth, and I could use all the help I can get.”

All of the Lokis started laughing. “Yeah, baby. Yeah.” Added the big one condescendingly.

You ignored their laughter and looked at Loki directly in the eyes “Do you really believe you can kill it?” You asked seriously.

He nodded.

“Well then, I’m with you.” You replied with a smile.

“What?” Asked Jr. “Don’t be stupid (Y/N)! He’ll drag you to your death!” A hint of worry slipped through his words.

In turn, you looked at him and gave him a warm smile “I’ve been following him since this adventure started, and I may be scratched and bruised but I’m still alive. I trust him, and Sylvie, and their plan.”

Jr looked to the side unconvinced and almost pissed at the new Loki, he’d just arrived made a fuss, and now wanted to take (Y/N) away.

“You’ll be fine without me.” You reassured him.

“I never said I wouldn’t” he replied frowning.

You smiled again.

“Should we go?” You asked your Loki. He nodded and the two of you walked towards the hatch door. Once you opened it you found yourself surrounded by a bunch of Lokis. In the middle, one with a green suit and a pin on his chest. You knew exactly who he was.

“This asshole,” You said as soon as you spotted him.

“Hey beautiful,” he said with a smile.

“You know him?” Loki asked confused.

You two had to stand back as the rest of the Loki’s entered your bunker.

“How’ve you been?” He asked walking closer to you, you took a step back, unconsciously inching closer to your Loki.

“Well, I was much better when you weren’t here, I liked to believe Alioth had gotten you in the end.”

“Aw come on sweetie, don’t be so bitter, I’m thrilled to see you again.” He added with a wicked smile. “And all thanks to him,” he said pointing at Big Loki.

“You b*st*rd! You led the wolves to our door.” Complained Pops.

“We prefer snakes to wolves.” Replied the Loki in the green suit.

“I've eaten both. They die just the same.” Replied Pops.

“Apologies, my liege. I betrayed you, and now, I'm king.” Said big Loki with a smile.

“About that...” said Asshole Loki, who you decided would be called like that from one on, with a sheepish smile.

“You can't be serious.”

“Come on. What did you expect?” Assshole Loki replied.

“That was not the bargain! I gave you our location. In exchange for shelter and supplies, you give me your army and I take the throne.”

“Ah, yes. Not so good a bargain. How about this one? My army, my throne.” He smiled. “My (Y/N).”

“As if!” You replied angrily.

“About that.” Said another Loki before pointing his weapons towards asshole Loki.

Everyone started arguing and Loki turned to you and half-whispered “What the hell happened between you two?”

“I found him when he got here, He was dressed differently and I thought he was you, so when I saw I instantly went to hug him, like the idiot I am. And he took advantage. He kissed me, which I responded,” Loki felt a tinge of what he refused to call jealousy but was jealousy anyway “thinking it was some weird Asgardian tradition or whatever, but the bastard had the audacity to lower his hand and squeeze my ass.” Loki, for half a second, wondered what that would feel like but quickly shove the idea to the back of his mind. “By then, I’d realized he definitely wasn’t you, and naturally, I punched him in the face, took my bike, and went back to the hideout.” You raised your voice again making sure he heard “Which is why I kinda hoped he was dead by now.”

The bastard winked at you after hearing that and then turned to everyone else. “Why you beef-witted, half-faced scrubs. We had a deal! For God's sake.” He complained, “And why the hell is there an alligator in here?”

“He's a Loki!” Replied your whole team at the same time. Seconds later Lokigator growled and jumped on Asshole Loki biting his hand off.

A fight broke into actions seconds after. You appeared a weapon out of thin air and started fighting as well. Loki stared at you in disbelieve. “I told you I’ve been here for a long time.” You said as you continued with the fight. He quickly joined in as well.

You got close enough to asshole Loki to punch him in the face again. “Ah... come on beautiful.” He said with a smile.

“I hope they kill you.” You said after kicking him in the guts and walking towards Pops, who had already made an enchantment to distract the rest of the Lokis and run with you, your Loki, Jr, and Lokigator.

Just before jumping into the portal, you screamed “Au revoir, Captain Hook!”.

Loki was laughing his ass off due to your comment but things started getting serious after Pops started complaining “Animals, animals! We lie and we cheat, we cut the throat of every person who trusts us, and for what? Power. Glorious power. Glorious purpose! We cannot change. We're broken, every version of us. Forever. And whenever one of us dares try to fix themselves, they're sent here to die.”

“For all that matters, I don’t think any of you would cut my throat,” you said looking at the four of them, giving each one a reassuring smile. “Well, maybe except for you.” You said looking at Lokigator. He growled in response and you laughed, lowering your head towards him and muttering “I’m just kidding,” under your breath.

“That's why we need to get out of here. Nothing can change until the TVA is stopped. Sylvie can do that.”

“And you trust her? Loki?” Asked Pops.

“She's the only one I do trust, aside from (Y/N), of course, but she isn't a Loki.”

“And you (Y/N)?” Asked Jr.

“With my life.”

“But you were pruned and ended up here,” argued the youngest, he was rather apprehensive to be the one Loki that killed Thor, Loki thought.

“I don’t regret it, not one bit, after all, I got to meet you guys.” Again Loki felt what he refused to admit was jealousy. Which he argued to himself, was ridiculous since, after all, they were all versions of him. “And right now, I believe she's our only chance of stopping the TVA.”

“That's good enough for me,” said Pops.

“Okay, okay. We'll help you,” agreed Jr, slightly annoyed. “But approaching Alioth is a death sentence. We'll get you to it, but that's as far as we go.”

You continued with your walk “I have to say, it feels odd walking toward the gargantuan creature. Do you have a plan of action?” Asked Pops.

“Get inside, find its heart or brain or whatever, and then, you know, do it.”

“I mean... Just because it's not complicated doesn't mean it's bad,” Jr attempted to defend the plan.

“It also doesn't mean it's good,” added Pops.

Lokigator growled in response.

“See? He's onboard.” Said your Loki optimistically.

“Umm… Loki,” you corrected him as politely as you could “He's praying. He thinks we're going to die.”

A giant boat appeared in the middle of the field, only to be instantly devoured by Alioth.

“Maybe we, uh... think a bit more about this, huh?” You added, a bit unsure about Lokis plan, yes, you trusted him, but you weren’t an idiot.

“Car,” Warned Pops.

“What?” Asked Loki confused.

“Along the horizon.”

“Is that bad?” Loki wondered.

“Well, usually it means cannibalistic marauders or cannibalistic pirates,” explained Jr.

“Or cannibalistic wizards,” You added.

Lokigator growled, adding “Cannibalistic aliens” to the mix. Not that Loki understood anyway.

“Delightful,” Loki responded.

“Now they're slowing down,” narrated Pops.

“What are they doing?” Questioned Jr.

“Just stay on guard.” You added but changed your stance when you realized who it was on the other side.

“Sylvie,” Loki whispered.

You scrunched your eyes and managed to distinguish Mobius as well. You started running towards them.

“I don't understand. Is he a coward or was he being brave? Why is (Y/N) following him?”

“I'm not too sure,” said Jr. confused, and then motioned Pops to follow “Come on.”

You ran quickly and hugged Sylvie, which was the same reckless action that had gotten asshole Loki to grab your ass, but you didn’t care, it was Sylvie. And after being surrounded by men for what felt like years, which perhaps it had been, seeing a woman was so refreshing. She froze at first but ended up returning the hug, she even let herself relax on it for a bit, human contact was never her forté, after all, she didn’t really have anyone to hug for most of her life. And perhaps if anyone else had tried to hug her like that she would be pissed, but this was you.

You pulled away after a bit and went straight to hug Mobius.

"How are you?" Asked Loki looking at Sylvie and Mobius.

"Been here a while?" You asked them.

"Just a few days," replied Mobius, "She arrived like an hour ago."

"Makes sense we didn’t find you first." You added.

"(Y/N)’s been here for a while." Explained Loki.

"Time works really weird here," you explained.

As the rest of the Lokis approached, Sylvie quickly grabbed her weapon.

"Oh, no, wait, wait, wait, these are our friends."

Sylvie raised an eyebrow.

"Well, they're, um... How best to put this? Us as a child, us in the future, and us as an alligator." Loki explained, "It's best not to question it."

"I call them Pops, Jr and Lokigator."

The latter growled in response.

"He’s not. A big fan of his nickname," explained Pops.

"You throw a rock out here, you hit a Loki," joked Mobius.

"So you're all after the giant cloud monster, too, then?" Sylvie acknowledged.

"Well, we haven't decided how we're going to kill it, but—“

Sylvie quickly interrupted him "—come again? Kill it?"

"Yes," Loki replied matter of factly "We’re going to kill Alioth.”

"Oh my God, that was your plan?"

"Well, yeah."

"And you went along with it?" Asked Sylvie turning to the other Lokis, and you.

"I had my doubts," muttered Jr.

"It was better than waiting around," you shrugged.

Loki turned to you as if he felt betrayed by your words "I thought you trusted the plan!”

"I trust you, Loki," you told him with a reassuring smile.

He squinted at you as if trying to decipher you and then turned towards Sylvie "What was your plan then?"

"I think the person we're after is beyond The Void at the end of time," she explained. "And if they are, that thing is just their guard dog protecting the only way in."

"Okay, so, um, how do we get past the guard dog?" Loki asked.

"I'm gonna enchant it."

Loki laughed at her "That's insane, right?" He asked turning to you and the rest of the Lokis.

"As insane as what? Paper-cutting a cloud to death?"

"Listen, I've been down here longer than you..."

"And I’ve been even longer than that," you added, more complaining to yourself than anything else.

"I'm going to enchant it," Sylvie repeated.

"She's pretty confident," acknowledged Pops.

"So we have a new plan, fantastic! Let’s gather up, rest for a minute, and figure out how you’re going to do it." You said with a smile dragging everyone to one of the hiding spots you had created with the Lokis.

You and everyone were gathered around a small fire, except for Loki and Sylvie who still had some things to talk about.

"So you really don’t remember him?" Pops asked Mobius. You perked your ears, this conversation seemed rather promising.

"I mean, the TVA arrested a lot of Lokis, but, no, I don't remember an alligator."

"I mean, who's to say he's even a Loki Variant?" Added Jr.

"He is green-y, isn't he?" Added Mobius.

"I don't know, he could be lying," responded Pops, Lokigator growled in response "The long con. Of course, that just makes him more likely to be a Loki."

"It's always the game within the game with you guys, which I respect." You smiled at Mobius’ statement, it really was like that with Lokis.

"Mobius, assuming you do get back to the TVA, what exactly are you getting yourself into?" Jr asked him.

"I don't know. I'd like to let people know the truth."

"So just like that, you're turning on the very thing you devoted your life to," acknowledged Pops.

"Well, it's never too late to change," Mobius replied with a tranquil smile on his face.

"I’ll leave you guys to your chit-chat, I need to make sure those guys don’t cut each other's throats," you said as you stood up and walked outside.

Loki and Sylvie were talking with a small blanket over their shoulders, you smiled. The two of them needed a friend to rely on desperately when you first met them, you were happy that they’d found each other. "Mind if I join in?" You asked when you approached them. Sylvie denied with her head and you motioned to sit on the ground.

"It’s cold," Loki warned.

"I figured when I came outside."

"What I meant is…" Loki struggled to find the right words to say.

Sylvie moved Slightly to the side and Loki did as well "Sit with us."

You gave them a look but scooted in between the two of them.

"Why are we using a tablecloth as a blanket?" You asked.

"Told you it felt like one," Sylvie added with a small smirk.

Loki made a face in response, you waved your hand and turned the tablecloth or "Asgardian blanket" as Loki called it into a more cozy one, that emulated your comfort blanket back at home. Or well, your old home. The one the TVA destroyed and Alioth probably ate.

Sylvie looked surprised "How did?"

"Oh, Pops taught her," explained Loki.

“Just like that?” She asked.

“She can also fight now, she punched a version of us in the face and he had a bit of a nose bleed,” added Loki.

She turned to you with a bit of worry on her face “How long were you stuck here?”

“Quite long, and if I wanted to survive I had to become more useful, that’s why I asked Jr and Pops to help. It was quite fun, but I stilled missed you guys. You know, for all being Lokis you’re as different as similar to each other.”

“Next time we see you, you’ll have a book written about the nature of Lokis,” Loki mocked. “I can even see it: The Loki Variants, a Memoir by (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

You chuckled “Don’t tempt me Loki, I’m still a historian after all.”

“How often does a historian have the chance to change the universe?” Asked Sylvie looking at Alioth.

“I might be the first one.”

Sylvie looked at you again “Why do you trust us, (Y/N)?”

“It’s a stupid move, isn’t it?” You joked and then took a deep breath getting a bit more serious. “I don’t know… I know what you’ve done, I read all of Loki’s life in history books, but that Loki seems more like a character. You guys are different. More real, I guess. You may have betrayed everyone else in your lives, but you haven’t betrayed me yet. And I like to think you won’t soon.” You let out a small chuckle “Perhaps I’m more optimistic than I thought.”

Loki took a deep breath “I won’t let you down.” He said looking straight into your eyes. He then turned to Sylvie, “Either of you.”

“You sure?” Teased Sylvie “'Cause if we make it, and the TVA is gone, there might be a timeline for you to rule.”

“And then I’ll finally be happy,” he joked “What about you? What will you do when this is all over?”

“I don’t know. I don’t have a plan.”

They turned to you then. “What?”

“What will you do?”

“Ufff… Me?” You thought for an answer “I’ll just keep following you guys, I’m practically your leech now,” you joked.

“Seems like she’s as lost as we are,” said Sylvie catching your joke easily.

“Maybe… Maybe we could all figure it out together?” Loki questioned, rather insecure.

“Maybe…” replied Sylvie.

“Look at us… Making plans for after the big battle and everything,” you said with a cheeky smile, the two of them chuckled lightly. You then took a deep breath “We should get going.”

They nodded and the three of you went to catch up with the rest of the team. All of you walked towards Alioth. “Okay, so what's the next move?” Asked Mobius.

“The TVA needs to be brought down. We don't know who created it or where they are, but that thing out there does. When it hit me earlier, I linked to it. It was brief, but I caught a glimpse of something, and I think if I can get close enough to it, I can enchant it, and it's gonna take me to whoever's behind all of this.” Sylvie explained.

Mobius turned to Loki “I'm staying.”

“Loki, I don't know if this is gonna work,” Sylvie said then.

“You go, I go.”

“And you (Y/N)?” Asked Mobius.

“Oh, I’m staying with then,” you said as if it had been obvious.

“But-“ she tried to argue.

“-No, you’re not gonna talk me out of this one Sylvie.”

“It's happening, guys. The branch will be right over there,” added Pops with urgency.

“I'll give your regards to Renslayer,” Loki told Sylvie as a goodbye.

“Oh, please do.” She smiled.

“You boys want a ticket out of here?” Mobius asked looking at Pops, Jr and Lokigator.

“What? No. We're staying here,” replied Pops.

“This is our home,” confirmed Jr.

Lokigator growled in agreement.

“Are you sure? What about Alioth?” Asked Mobius again.

“We've survived this long. We know what we're doing.” Confirmed Jr. “By the way (Y/N), Can I talk to you for a minute?”

You frowned but nodded and took a couple of steps towards him.

In turn, he gave a step towards you to be able to whisper, jealousy clearly oozing from him, after all, you’d been with him for longer than any of the other Lokis “Are you sure you’re going with them?” He questioned with a very stern face.

You turned to him with a kind smile “Of course I am,” you reassured him “after all, I can’t continue taking advantage of the kindness of king Loki, can I?” That was the first time you addressed him as King Loki, he noticed.

“You always can.” He muttered almost inaudibly. Just like the other Lokis, he’d develop an attachment towards you.

“I’ll be all right,” you said with a smile, placing your hands on either of his shoulders to reassure him, “You don’t have to worry about me any longer.”

He nodded and turned to Loki “Loki, you're gonna need this on your journey. It’s yours after all.” When Loki reached for it he pulled the blade closer and Loki with it “You better keep her alive.” He threatened.

“Always…” Loki nodded taking a big gulp. Was he always so threatening as a child?

“Good luck!” added Pops.

“I hope you find what you're looking for.” Said Mobius towards Sylvie and then turned to Loki. ”Looks like you got away in the end.”

“I always do,” he replied cockily. “What will you do at the TVA?”

“Burn it to the ground.” He smiled and then looked straight to Loki “Thanks for the spark.”

“Well, see you later, Loki.” He said pulling Loki into a hug.

“Thank you, my friend.”

Mobius pulled Loki closer and whispered “You're my favorite,” Loki smiled in return.

“(Y/N)?” He said opening his arms and pulling you in for a hug as well. You hugged him back happily.

“Don’t be so dramatic, I’ll see you again. Not planning to die anytime soon, remember?” You said as you pulled back. Mobius nodded and crossed the TimeDoor little after.

Lokigator growled then. And you kneeled close to him “It’s all right buddy, It’s time for you guys to go back to the hideout.”

When you got up Pops pulled you into a tight hug “Take care little one.” He added.

Jr was a bit further away with his arms crossed. You approached him and gave him a big bear hug, squeezing him so much, that if he wasn’t actually a God he’d have complained “I’ll miss you too, all right?” You whispered, “but this is something I have to do. It’s the right thing.”

He took a deep breath and nodded a little more convinced.

You looked at him with a smile, still holding his arms with your hands “Don’t miss me too much, all right?” He looked down again and you leaned down to get your faces on the same level, looking almost up at him. “I’ll see you in a bit then,” you smiled cheekily and added this last bit with a smirk “My king?” He opened his eyes wide in response. You’d told him you’d never address him like that when he tried to force you to it back when you met. You took that moment to turn towards the rest of your friends with your arms opened and with an almost renewed energy you said “You guys ready?”

“As we’ll ever be,” Added Loki.

The three of you started walking towards Alioth.

“When a branch appears, Alioth will focus on it. That's when I'll enchant it.” She explained.

“What if we don't have time to wait for a branch?” You asked worriedly when you heard a strong growl from Alioth.

“We'll have to cause a distraction.” She replied.

Loki looked at the situation for a second and started running to the side with his blade in fire “Come and get me!” Alioth followed him for a second but as soon as Sylvie started enchanting him he turned towards her. “No! This way! Come and get ME!”. But the big creature wouldn’t listen. He was focused on Sylvie and you, who stood by her side.

Then an entire reality started appearing from the ground. Beautiful towering castles painted golden. It looked like what you imagined the Olympus to look like. It clicked, Pops was building Asgard or at least an illusion of it.

“How’s he doing that?” Asked Loki who had already caught up with you and Sylvie.

“You are stronger than you realize.” You replied.

Sylvie reached for Loki’s hand “What are you doing?”

“We're gonna enchant it. Together.”

“I don't know how.” Loki Argued.

“You do. Because we're the same!” He added.

Their hands started glowing. But you were focused on Pops, who was now in danger since Alioth had spotted him. “Noooooo!” You screamed. “Pops Moooove!” You cried, but he was still focused on the illusion, that was falling apart now that he was losing energy.

A tear scaped your eyes as you breathed heavily and ran to the side to aid him as much as you could, gaining distance between you and where Loki and Sylvie were enchanting Alioth by the second.

“Come and get ME, you little bitch!” You screamed as you punched the ground and started creating an illusion yourself. Not nearly as fantastic and wide as the Asgard that Pops had created, but you managed to make the Avengers Tower appear out of thin air, right above you. And after she was done other buildings alongside it. It was enough to distract Alioth from Pops and he turned towards you. Spotting you in between the building and directing himself straight to get you. You stoop up, blue light coming from your hands, your eyes glowing the same color. “To die will be an awfully good adventure,” you muttered with a smile before closing your eyes and waiting for your demise. But then the growling stopped. And when you opened your eyes and the light faded out, you were still there.

You saw Pops on the side looking pridefully at the buildings that were slowly disappearing, after all, he’d been your teacher. And then you saw Loki and Sylvie who were still holding hands, staring at the space they’d managed to open by controlling Alioth. You smiled wildly “WE DID IT!” You cried running towards them.

They turned to you with a small smile on their faces “It’s time to go, isn’t it?” You asked as you placed yourself next to them.

Sylvie nodded and reached for your hand “We’ll do it together.”

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Bedtime Routine (A Bakugou Katsuki Oneshot)

-Bakugou drags home his drunk girlfriend after his friend Kirishima's wedding, how much babying will she need as the night goes by? Only the sake will tell!

Word Count - 4,516

- I honestly didn't know how to feel about this oneshot, but I wanted to write one for Bakugou and I felt like some of the parts were cute. So with that, enjoy some soft domestic Bakugou.

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The keys once again slipped out of your hand, clinking together as they hit the ground. Leaning over, you grabbed the hand next to you as you reached down to pick them up again.

“Just give me those, i’m tired of watching you miss the keyhole.” Bakugou pulled the pile of keys from your hand, annoyance evident in his eyes. He fiddled with the lock for a moment before shoving the door open for you to walk inside.

“Katsuki, I'm drunk.” You giggled, the dissipating warmth still present in the apples of your cheeks. You have him a spacy smile before turning your attention back to the door. It was a small gap between the level of your front porch and the door frame, nothing menacing to the normal person. But the longer you looked at the door, the higher up it seemed. The ground spinning at a dizzying speed as you gathered the mental aptitude to move your already wobbly feet over it.

A soft hand on your back gave you the last boost of courage you needed to attempt the monumental feet of getting your damned foot inside of your apartment. You lifted your foot, placing it over the door frame. Mission accomplished, now you just needed to get the last foot over. You lifted it, trying to follow the same path you had taken with your other appendage. Your heel barely nicked the doors threshold, the movement stopping as you jolted forward. You attempted to grab the wall next to you, hand grasping at air as the floor came rushing towards you.

Bakugou grabbed the back of your arm, pulling you upright and back onto your wobbly legs. “I know that dumbass, now move so I can come inside.” He pushed you gently once you had your footing again, squeezing past you before closing the door. He reached a hand around you, flipping the switch next to the door.

You squinted, scrunching your nose at the bright lights. A hand tugged at the end of your coat sleeve, pulling each one off of you. You watched as Bakugou took it to the nearby hallways closet with his own, hanging them up neatly.

He gave you a confused glance, the corner of his mouth turning up in an awkward smile as you continued to stare at him. “You good space cadet? Did all that sake finally get to you?”

Your face soured as the ghost of alcohol's past hit your tongue. You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the bad taste mentally and physically.

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Bakugou couldn’t help but laugh at his light weight of a girlfriend, absolutely wasted after four shots and two beers. He had warned you not to drink with him and his friend at the ceremony, he knew this was bound to happen. He had suggested staying with the girls instead, “You won’t be able to keep up princess, go giggle and gossip with the other girls.” He had ment it in a loving way, only wanting you to enjoy your night. But he knew you had taken it a bit too serious when you shoved your way in between Denki and Sero at the table, hands folded over your chest like a disobedient child.

By the time the reception had ended and everyone was ready to head home you were way past your limit. Bakugou had found you sitting in the middle of the dance floor with an equally drunk Mirio trying to play a card game neither of you knew the rules too.

Bakugou had to resort to carrying you out of the reception hall over his shoulder, you frantically waving goodbye to his drunken friends as he threw you in the rideshare home. But your drunken shenanigans hadn’t ended there.

He loved how social you were, making friends just came easy to you. He would bring you to his hero event, relying on your bright and bubbly nature to mask his social lackings, happy that he could just leave all the questions to his likeable side kick and lover. But it was that same loveable attitude that was killing him in the car.

You had started the conversation off light with the driver, reminiscing on the beautiful wedding you had just attended with your very handsome boyfriend (you made sure to tell her that as well). But once she asked about music for the car trip home Bakugou knew he was in for a long ride. If he had to pick one thing to change about you (and he would have to be held at gunpoint to say this) it would be your music taste. It was his (un)lucky night that the drive and you just happened to share the same love for 2000’s club hits, and that's just what he got to listen to the entire ride home.

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Now you were home, safe and sound. With the perfect night coming to a close he recalled the beautiful wedding he had attended for his best friend, and the wonderful night he had shared with the one he loved most. Bakugou smiled to himself as he slipped off his shoes, he hoped he could spend the rest of his life like this with you. You made him feel loved every second he was with you. Whether it be random flowers on his desk after a long patrol, your soft fingers tangled with his under the table at meetings, or that stupidly cute grin on your face as you stared at him for no apparent reason, he was absolutely smitten with you.

You reached a hand out, placing it on the wall next to you. Holding on for what felt like dear life you leaned down, slipping off your heels before attempting to neatly place them next to the door. A familiar hand wrapped around your middle, holding you steady as you stood back up. Your eyes trailed up the man in front of you, taking in all the ways his black dress shirt strained against his muscles. You ran a hand down the length of his arm, feeling the way it flexed against your fingers as he pulled you closer.

Your eyes finally met his, the auburn hues starting to match the color creeping across your cheeks. You tangled your fingers in the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling yourself to your toes. He wrapped another arm around your middle, giving you the last boost you needed to finally meet his lips. You melted into the warmth he emitted as your lips lazily danced along his own.

Smirking, he pulled away from your drunken grip. “Go get undressed, i’ll be there in a minute.” He turned you towards the bedroom before giving your ass a light pat. He shook his head, chuckling as he watched you walk down the hallway, skipping slightly as you rounded the corner to your shared bedroom.

Walking into the kitchen he peaked down the hallway one more time, smiling to himself once he saw the bedroom light turn on. He reached up, opening the cabinet and pulling out a glass. Turning it over in his hand, he ran his thumb over the upraised lettering branded on the glass.

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You had brought it back for him when you returned from your year in America. It was one of the worst years of his life, the distance between you and him only reassuring him that he would never let you be that far away ever again. When he had seen you running down the stairs at the airport the day you came home, this glass in hand he knew he was keeping your forever. “You're gone for a year and you bring me back a shitty pint glass from MY american fanclub?” He couldn’t believe you had wasted money on his fan merchandise, let alone bought it for him.

“I saw it in one of the store windows when I was on patrol and I thought it was cute. They made you look so much nicer than you really are, look you're smiling!” You beamed, pointing out the happy look on his artificial face.

He chased you out of the airport, ready to ship you back to America with your shit present. You could only laugh, paying no attention to the string of curses that echoed behind you as you ran for the car. You instead focused on the slight blush your words brought to the apples of his cheeks, happy to know he liked the gift.

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Turning on the sink he filled up the glass before making his way down the hallway towards the bedroom. “You better be on your side of the bed. It’s not my fault you bought a shitty pillow, and i’m not fucking sharing again.” He opened the door to your body lazily laid out across the entirety of the bed, still fully dressed and already snoring. “Hey, no! Get the fuck up, your not falling asleep with all your fucking makeup on!” He kicked the side of the bed, trying to wake you up.

You peeled open your eyes, sitting up on to look at your very aggravated boyfriend standing above you. “Katsuki i’m so tired…” You whined, attempting to lay back down.

A firm hand grabbed your forearm, forcing you to stay upright. “Drink this, don’t fall back asleep.” Bakugou forcefully handed you the glass of water, glaring down at you before walking to the connected bathroom.

You listened to him rummage around for a moment, drawers opening and closing while you drank your water. Your eyes drifted to the large picture that hung on the wall above your bed. It was of you and him on your last day of school at UA, smiling at one another, diplomas in hand. His mother had taken it after the graduation ceremony before you went to your rooms to pack up your belongings. What no one knew was right after that picture was when he had asked you to move in with him. He had already picked out an apartment located in between both of your agencies months before, keys in hand when you walked into the dorm building.

“Come here.” Bakugou yelled from the bathroom, pulling you out of your reminiscing.

The shower started as you stood up, the warm steam already seeping out from underneath the door. You pushed open the bathroom door, tired eyes roaming over the man waiting for you. You walked over to him, a soft smile adorning your face as you looked over his own. “Hi Kacchan.”

“Hi princess.” He droned, reached for the empty glass in your hands. Setting it down he swapped it for the makeup wipes on the bathroom counter. He peeled open the package, pulling one out before throwing the rest back on the counter top.

He placed his hands on your waist, lifting you up to sit on the counter in front of him. “You yelled at me last time I let you fall asleep with all this shit on. I don’t want to deal with it tomorrow.” Reaching up, he drew your chin between his finger and thumb. He held you still as he started to wipe off the nights makeup, tilting your head back and forth gently as he ran the cold cloth over your skin.

Your eyes scanned over the hardened lines of his face, taking in the small details as he concentrated on getting the glittery eyeshadow off your eyelids. You reached your hand up, tracing over his bottom lip. “Don’t you think the wedding was beautiful Katsuki, Kiri looked so happy today.” You hummed, looking back on the night you had just shared with him.

Bakugou remained silent as he pulled out another wipe, his focus firm on getting every bit of makeup off your face.

“I hope if we ever get married our wedding is that beautiful. I would say yes if you asked me, because I love you.” You flashed your boyfriend a cheesy smile, your hand resting on his waist as you scooted yourself closer to him.

“I love you too, now shut up.” He readjusted your head in his hand as he started on your red adorned lips. The long lasting lipstick doing just as it promised as he struggled to wipe it off.

“I think Tsu-chan would be my maid of honor because she’s my…” You wrinkle your brow, pulling away from the red stained makeup wipe. “Katsuki, you got it in my mouth.” You shook your head, the taste still lingering on the tip of your tongue.

“Then stop talking.” He pulled you closer again, holding your head still as he attempted to wipe off the residual color.

You stuck your tongue out at the frustrated man, taunting him. He responded with another wipe across your tastebuds, laughing as you recoiled from the taste.

Once he was satisfied with your now cleaner face he gathered the dirty wipes, throwing them in the bathroom trash can. He reached a hand down, tugging at the hem of your dress.

You lifted your arms above your head, letting him pull the dress off of you. It hit the floor, a soft plop sounding as Bakugou pulled you down from the counter. Turning you around to face the mirror, he ran a hand over the gathered condensation. You watched through the foggy glass as his hands found the mess of curls pinned together on the top of your head.

He took his time finding all the bobby pins hidden inside your hair, fingers grazing your scalp as he slowly uncovered all their hiding places. Each one he would find was placed on the countertop next to you, the pile slowly growing as each curl fell out of it's restrictions. Once he had found them all, he pulled the unraveled ponytail gingerly, freeing your messy hair.

You handed him the brush, causing him to scoff. You could have brushed your hair yourself, but you were enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend's loving touch as he ran his fingers through your hair checking for any tangles. You watched him through the mirror, your loving gaze falling on his attentive hands as they smoothed over your hair as he brushed it out. The curls on your head increasing in volume as they separated. You hummed, enjoying the feeling of his warm touch.

Once he was done he set the brush down, pushing it back into it's respective place. “Now take a shower.” Bakugou looped a finger around the side of your panites, pulling them down around your ankles. His other hand pinched your bra clasp, undoing it for your convenience. Turning around, he walked back into the bedroom.

You kicked your underwear to the side, the pile of clothing growing in the corner of the room. Stepping over the side of the tub you let the water run over your back as you pulled the curtain closed. After a moment you leaned back on the side of the shower, sliding down the wet wall until you were seated under the stream of running water. The warmth sank into your skin, relaxing you as you let the water run over your head.

Bakugou returned after a few minutes comfortably dressed in his pajamas. He pulled open the shower curtain slightly, chuckling as you turned around, still seated on the tub floor. “Are you not going to wash yourself, you’ve been dancing all night.” He rolled his eyes, as you shook your head. “Come here.” He sat down near the side of the bathtub, motioning for you to scoot over.

He pressed down the pump of the shampoo, gathering a bit in his hand as you moved to sit next to him. He smoothed it down the back of your head, fingers digging into your wet hair as he lathered it. He tilted his head, looking around your shoulder as you pushed into his fingers. Your eyes closed in enjoyment as he scrubbed the hair spray from your wet locks.

Standing up, he pulled the shower head off the stand, giving you a playful spray before sitting back down. He titled your head back, careful not to get any runoff in your eyes as he rinsed the shampoo from your hair. The bubbles building up around the drain as he pumped some conditioner into his free hand. He handed you the shower head, caulking his eyebrow when he saw the amusement dancing in your eyes. “You better not spray me F/N.”

You could see the line in front of you, and if it had been any other day you would have crossed it. But you were tired and so was Bakugou, now wasn’t the time to start another bathroom war. But you would put it on your to do list. You leaned over the side of the tub, pressing a wet kiss against his cheek. You giggled when he recoiled, wiping the wet mark dramatically before picking up the shower head to spray you again.

He turned you around, shaking his head as you continued to giggle. He smoothed the conditioner into the ends of your hair, massaging it in. He took his time washing it out of your hair, taking in your peaceful presence. He rarely got moments like this with you, your hero work had kept the both of you busy. He would be lying if he said he didn’t wish for a normal domestic life with you from time to time. But he loved hero work, and he knew you would never ask for anything different.

He reached for the blue bottle of face wash, popping the cap open and squeezing a small amount into the palm of his hand. He rubbed them together, forming a layer of bubbles as you turned around to face him. The same spacey smile lingering on your lips. He transferred the foam onto your wet cheeks, the pads of his fingers worked it into a lather on your face as he washed away the remaining makeup.

You once again fixed your eyes on the man before you, your heart swelling as he carefully rinsed the residual bubbled off your skin. Your mind repeating over and over the adorations you had for the love of your life. “Thank you Katsuki.” You whispered, tilting your head to meet his crimson gaze.

“Come on princess.” He stood up, reaching over to shut off the shower. His fingers laced with yours as he helped you to stand, his other hand reaching for the towel that hung neatly on the rack. Draping it over your head, a soft smile flashed across his face before the towel dropped over your eyes. His hands gingerly held the sides of your head before roughly shaking it back and forth in an attempt to dry your dripping hair.

Your hand shot up, pushing him off of you. You pulled the towel off your head, blinking a few times. You were sure the sudden whiplash had sobered you up a bit. “Jesus Kacchan, you’ll rip off my head doing it like that.” You complained, glaring at your boyfriend.

“Do you want to do it yourself?” He threatened, meeting your glare.

You stuck out your bottom lip, shaking your head slightly. Your boyfriend hardly pampered you and you weren't ready to give up the sweet treatment just yet. You handed him back the towel, blushing as a deep chuckled bubbled up from his chest.

He wiped at the ends of your hair, collecting the dripping water. His hand reached around you grabbing at the loose end of the towel before tightly wrapping it around your frame. You took his open hand as he helped you step over the tub, the pad of his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand as he guided you out of the bathroom.

He sat you down on your side of the bed as he let go of your hand. “Stay put.” Bakugou pulled the towel tighter around you as you settled into the bed in an attempt to keep you warm. He made his way towards your shared closet, turning on the light. His fingers grazed over your clothing feeling the different textures of the fabric that peaked out. He turned to his side, flipping to his night time shirts as he searched for your favorite UA shirt.

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The shirt had a long history between you two, it had been with his as long as you had. It all started with your first day at UA together, you were standing next to him as they handed out the shirts for gym. You had been a last minute addition to the class transfering from a different school earlier in the year. They had to guess on your size when they ordered the shirts, and sadly they had guessed wrong. The shirt you got was far too small for you, or really anyone in the class. You had looked so disheartened telling your teacher it was ok, but you had really looked forward to finally having a piece of the school you dreamed of attending.

It wasn’t until the year after that you and Bakugou had gotten together. Late after class you and him were walking back from the gym after a sparring session. You had sprung the question on him, “Bakugou, do you want to go out?” He tried to play it off like he didn’t care, but he could have thrown up from the nerves. When he got back to his dorm he unzipped his practice jacket and that was the shirt he was wearing.

It was also the shirt he was wearing when he kissed you for the first time, the first time you spent the night, and the day he told you he loved you. It had been through it all and so had you. He retired the shirt years ago, throwing it to the back of the closet with his other mementos. But when you had moved in, it took you no time to find the heathered grey ball stuffed in the far corner of his belongings. He had come home from work one day to find you sitting on the bed with it in your arms. “I didn’t know you still had this.” You smiled up at him, hugging the old shirt.

He again played it off like he didn’t care, it was his usual approach to life. But he was pleasantly surprised to see you remembered it as fondly as he did. It quickly turned into your favorite item of clothing, finally having the shirt of your dreams in your grasp. He didn’t mind seeing you in it after a long day either.

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He thumbed over the cracked school lettering, a smile tugging at his lips as he remembered all the times you had forced him to keep the ratty thing. Finally he had just given it to you, it wasn’t his problem anymore. Or so he thought, you still hung it up on his side of the closet.

“Put this on and let's go to…” He trailed off as he caught sight of you fast asleep on his side of the bed. Your soft snores barely audible as he set the shirt on the nightstand. “You were wide awake not even five minutes ago…” He groaned. He looked between the shirt and the towel loosely wrapped around your body. After a moment of debate he decided to let you sleep in the towel, the thought of wrestling you into some actual clothing giving him a headache.

He was ready to crawl into bed when he realized you had yet to do your skincare routine for the night. You had an extensive routine, the products taking up much of the bathroom counter space. You swore by them, stating that image was an important part of being a hero. He reached over to wake you up, hand stopping a few inches from your shoulder. “Tch, idiot.”

He now found himself looking over the stack of products shoved in the corner of the counter top, trying to remember all the items you used for this process. “Why do you have so much shit Y/N?” He grumbled, pulling out everything he faintly remembered ,carrying it to the bedroom.

He sat down on the bed next to you, the mattress dipping as he let the products rest in his lap. He hated the fact that he would do anything for you, this included. You were definitely going to hear about it in the morning. He picked up the pink spray bottle first, recalling it as the first item in your multistep night time routine. He gave your face a few spaced out sprays, retracting the bottle when you stirred.

“Uh, next is this green shit I think…” He mumbled, mentally recalling all the nights you had tried to force this on his face. Picked up the small green glass bottle, he looked over the bright pink lettering on the front. He unscrewed the top, resting his finger over the entrance as he turned it over. He dabbed the liquid left on his finger over your face, smoothing it into your skin.

He set down the green bottle, his fingers still lingering on the underside of your jaw as he reached for the next product. He fumbled with a tall blue pump serum, his hands slick from the remaining skin product. He had bought this last bottle for you when he went in for hair gel, the price almost sending him into cardiac arrest. He never understood the price differences and why you couldn’t just buy the “knock off”, but it was your money. He repeated the process with the milky liquid, making sure to spread it evenly over your now dewy skin. He traced over your freckles that dotted your nose, his finger trailing down the bridge lightly. They had become more vivid since the beginning of summer, he loved the fact that he was lucky enough to be close enough to you day after day to notice something like that.

“Almost done with this stupid shit…” Bakugou grumbled, unscrewed the lid of your moisturizer before dipping his fingers in the thick mixture. He dotted it around your soft skin, rubbing it in as he counted his blessings that you didn’t have more to do.

He stood up again, holding the products against his chest. He gave you one last look over, smiling to himself. “Dumbass.” He softly chuckled, making his way towards the bathroom.

Once everything was put away he made his way back into the room. Shutting off the lights as he made his way towards the bed. Crawling in beside you he pushed you over to your side of the bed. As he sank into the sheets he thought of the black velvet box tucked inside of his coat pocket in the hallway closet. His fingers grazed your own under the comforter, tangling together. “You're gonna say yes huh?” He let his eyelids close as he chuckled to himself, thinking of the weekend ahead.

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meliorist-midoriya · 4 years ago

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to you, to the world, to my love (you’re all three)

synopsis: midoriya has always had too much love to give in a world that loved to take. you’re just hoping that he has enough left for you in the end.

pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

genre: fluff with a touch of angst

warnings: some insecurity

word count: 2.5k

notes: happy valentine’s day, everyone! this is my contribution for the pocuties server collab, based off the greek types of love, of which i had the honor of receiving izuku and decided upon agape please help yourself to the box of chocolates they’re offering for valentine’s, there’s a wide selection of chocolates handmade by talented creators, so i’m sure you’ll find something to your taste! tbh i only managed to finish this fic because i was watching chan’s valentine’s vlive and i was in a super soft mood ;3;

extra: agápe - the ancient greek concept of selfless, universal love.

“Making his debut in the pro hero scene, Pro Hero Deku is blazing a trail straight out of UA—”

“—Pro Hero Deku solved an astounding 30 cases in the past month—”

“Deku’s popularity is skyrocketing, rivaling that of—”

“Hero Deku—”

“Deku—”

“Pro Hero Deku has swept the hero rankings to come out on top as Number 1!”

With a resolute ‘click’ of the remote, the reporters’ overlapping voices cut off as the TV screen faded away, your lonely reflection staring back at you from the blank screen. You, curled up on your empty couch, in your empty apartment with the clock striking what should have been dinner. The TV was only there in an attempt to drown out the crushing silence, the white noise—hellbent on filling the space his presence had left—was deafening.

That attempt failed.

Horribly.

If anything, it just made the sense of wrongness permeating the air even worse.

(That TV recap of his best moments didn’t help as much as you hoped it would.)

Being alone in this apartment felt… off. As if someone had gouged out what should’ve been there, the ghost of a presence settling a chill into your bones that ran far deeper than just plain loneliness. The foreboding grief of what could be, the fear that you’d resigned yourself to the moment you agreed to follow him on this path, the selfishness gnawing at your conscience every time you saw him run out the door to save the next person, to solve the next case.

Things like an All Might coffee mug sitting primly next to yours on the drying rack, garishly yellow “tufts” staring back at you with a cracked vengeance. (You’d apologized profusely to him that day, promising to buy him another one. He’d just smiled over his cracked cup of coffee, telling you not to worry about it for the hundredth time.)

Things like his haphazard mess of notes and scrawl spread out on the kitchen counter, the pen sitting next to the half finished page. (You’ve long since learned to leave his notes be, they’ll be tidied up once he’s done… if he’s ever truly done.)

The filled queue of movies and pile of DVDs you’d picked out together, giddy over plans to watch the next time he had a free night. (You remember pretending not to notice him trying to slip another hero documentary near the bottom of the pile, distracting you with talks of popcorn and the night that was supposed to be tonight.)

Deku. The man the world adored, clinging to his promise like a lifeline in times of need.

Midoriya Izuku. The man you loved, who promised you the world.

“It’ll be okay, I’m here.”

His soft promise echoed both in the battlefield and in your darkest hours, a close mirror to a hero of a generation past, yet it was different. It was his own. Comforting, personal, and wholly him. The public, weak and grasping for new support, latched on to the small sliver of hope his hand offered and he just kept giving, giving, giving. It never seemed to stop, and you were scared.

He was a man with a bleeding heart with all the love to give and more. To the civilians, to the villains, to anyone in need.

Now, you needed his promise more than ever. A reassurance whispered into reunions and the thousandth hospital visit, over fresh scars and searing kisses. A promise that he would come home. You didn’t want to think of all the times he came so, so close to breaking that promise, even before you two had made it, before you two had even promised yourselves to each other in your UA days.

You pulled the blanket a little tighter around you, staring down at your phone with no real intent in mind as you scrolled. The video playing one of his interview clips (bashfully reciting his “catchphrase,” how cute) cut his voice short as you scrolled past to move on to the next, wincing at the next tweet on your timeline. Him, battered and bloody, as he pulled a child from the aftermath of the battle he’d just won.

You still need to wrap that new mug you got him as a gift. You still had to listen to him bounce his ideas off of you. You still had to move that hero documentary to the top of the pile. You still—

“Hero Deku saves 30 people, no casualties,” A soft murmuring of the headline shattered the silence, and you smiled to yourself, giggling at all the replies joking of how he threw himself into the fray a little more responsibly and singing their praises.

It’ll be okay.

“Ugh, those reporters are at it again.”

At your best friend’s exasperated groan, you followed their gaze over to see— ah.

A small swarm of reporters had worked their way into the fans crowding your boyfriend, their press badges reading every tabloid magazine on this side of the city and prying questions falling off their tongue like poison. From what you could hear over their overlapping clamoring, they were trying to dig into his private life.

Again.

Deku, the darling of the masses, all sweet smiles and sincere words amidst his strength. Deku, the number one hero with the tightest lock on his private life, which came as a surprise to both everyone and no one.

It was a given, considering his position at the peak of hero society.

It was also a complete shock, considering his tendency to ramble into tangents that had his PR team withering.

Which seemed to help in times like these, now that you thought about it, laughing to yourself as you watched the reporters’ expressions darken in defeat the longer he continued to talk around their questions. Quite a long stretch from stiffly standing on the practice stage at UA all those years ago, frozen from nerves. You idly mused to this to yourself, taking a sip of your drink as you dragged your gaze back over to your best friend.

“Did you choose this cafe because it’s right along Izuku’s patrol route?” They stiffened, and you couldn’t help but laugh at their obvious intentions.

“Maybe, or it could’ve been just a coincidence.” The next teasing jab was halfway off your tongue when they cut you off before you could give into the urge, the words dying in your throat. “When was the last time you saw him anyway? I know you two live together but Todoroki told me he practically lives at the agency with how swamped they are. Are you okay?”

You purse your lips, staring down at the ice swirling around in your cup as you idly stirred it round. As if the sloshing liquid could whisper the answer you wish you knew.

“...Yeah.” They cocked a brow, and you took another sip to try and delay your time. “It’s not like either of us can help it. Izuku’s number one, so this was bound to happen.”

(The clamoring from the reporters grew ever louder. Persistent, that bunch.)

Their expectant (doubting) gaze was met with your own steady one, and you smiled. Whether it was out of consolation or resignation was anyone’s guess.

“We’re okay, I promise.”

You should really be getting to sleep.

Really, you should.

At least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the past several hours, tossing and turning in your bed with nothing but winter-cold sheets and a gnawing loneliness to keep you company. You know you should be sleeping when the clock on the bedside table reads an ungodly hour and there was work to be done in the morning. You know you should be sleeping when the moon disappears from the night sky and leaves you with nothing but the city lights to dimly illuminate the dark room.

You really know you should be sleeping when you hear the front door click open, Izuku shuffling around the apartment to get ready for whatever minimal amount of sleep he’d get before he had to be up and running soon after.

Despite this, sleep still refuses to come, and you don’t bother pretending to be asleep when he slides into bed next to you. Instead, you turn over and curl into his chest, stifling the guilt that bubbles up when he jumps in surprise.

“Something keeping you up?” Oh, he sounds so tired, and part of you wishes you could just make it all go away. The weight of the world rests heavy on his shoulders, and deep down, you wonder if you’re part of that burden. You curl a little closer, as if trying to smother the thoughts that crashed upon you, spilling over the crack in the dam that only widened the more you spoke.

“Jus’ a little lonely, is all.” Your voice is too quiet, brittle, and you pray to every deity that would listen that he would drop it. That he wouldn’t take on yet another burden when he was already carrying Altas’s share of the world.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Of course, the gods are hardly ever so merciful—to them you are just another wishful mortal in the realm of the holy and damned—and Izuku’s hand rests on your cheek with a tenderness that makes you want to cry.

“...Why?”

The confusion that falls over his expression (gaunt, tired, and God, should you even be doing this right now?) is immediate, and he tilts your face up to meet his gaze with yours, like he could find the answer in city lights dancing over your face. His thumb strokes soft patterns over your cheek—as if brushing off the layers you’d built to protect your soul—and you lean into his soft touch with a sigh.

“Why what?”

The words spill from your lips unbidden, your hesitations softened by the comfort of his touch, the sudden drowsiness, and the emotion that near overwhelms you.

“Why do you still try to do everything yourself? When there’s so many people out there, ready to support you?” His breath hitches in shock, but it’s too late to go back now. You reach up to hold the hand cradling your cheek, distantly remembering a time when he was too insecure of his scarred and crooked hands to even hold your hand.

He’s come a long way, indeed.

“I love you, Izuku. I just don’t know if that can hold up against your love for the world.”

Something in his gaze softens, to your surprise. His smile is even softer.

“What would you do if you’re both?”

“Wh— Izuku—”

He continues, and you listen, raptured by his words spoken into the glow of the blue hour.

“Yes, I know that at the end of the day, peace and safety has to come first, but—” His smile widens into something bashful, a smile that never failed to send butterflies scattering through your heart. “—who says you can’t be right along with them?”

He bumped his forehead with yours, smiling emerald eyes gazing into your own with such love—dizzying and overpowering and so, so warm. With the steady thrum of your heartbeat matching his, you found yourself falling even deeper once again.

“You know me, I can never compromise when it comes to what’s important to me.”

You laugh, something watery, as he presses a kiss to your forehead, temple, cheek, with a last, smiling kiss on your lips.

“How greedy.” He laughs into your lips, pulling away to hold you closer.

“Just for you.”

There’s so many things you could’ve said, as you watched the rest of the night sky fade into the deep blues of dawn. But, you decide, the comforting silence was best left as is, only broken by one resounding comfort.

It’ll be okay.

“You know, it would’ve been nice to know that you had taken the day off before I had that whole guilt spiral last night.”

“It turned out okay though, didn’t it?” He turned back to flash you that cheeky grin of his, half-hidden by his winter coat and backed by the glow of the setting sun. You just rolled your eyes with a laugh before jogging to catch up to him, slipping you hand out of your pocket to interlace your fingers with his.

“Yeah, it did.”

The walk was silent as you two strolled down the familiar path, winding down after a whole day spent with each other. It was romantic of him, now that you thought about it, to take the whole Valentine’s Day off just for you. You hummed as you leaned onto him, giddy and content at the thought.

In love, if you were to be so bold.

(Granted, he had to wear a mask and a cap the entire time to hide from the prying eyes of the public, but you made do.)

The sight of aged, familiar scenery pulled you from your musings, and you tugged at his hand to grab his attention, pointing at the quaint bench surrounded by bare gingko trees.

“Hey, wasn’t this the park where you confessed?” At your words, he froze and glanced over at the familiar scenery, eventually burying his face into his free hand with a groan once the old memories clicked in his head.

“Oh, don’t remind me. It’s still embarrassing to look back on.”

“What? I thought you were cute!” You laughed, nudging him to follow as you led him over to the small park, brushing off the dust to sit on the bench before patting the space next to you. Izuku obliged, and you almost automatically curled into his side, as if by habit.

“Did we really walk all the way here from the station?” His disbelieving tone made you look up at him, his expression one of nostalgic awe, before casting your attention back to the aged scenery, humming in agreement as you idly picked out what’s changed and what’s stayed in the years that have passed.

“I guess we never really forget, huh?”

“I forgot the sunset looked the best from here.”

“I hope you didn’t forget all the memories we made here.” He tore his attention from the sunset to gape down at you, scandalized.

“Of course not!”

“Really?” He arched a brow at the teasing lilt to your voice and the mischievous grin playing at your lips, “So you didn’t forget accidentally firing an Air Force shot at me when we first met because you were training?”

He buried his face in his hands again with another embarrassed groan.

“I hoped you would forget that, at least!” You just laughed, hugging him closer as if to console him from your teasing. Before long, the atmosphere settled back into a quiet reminiscence, indulging in the nostalgia of memories past in this little park. The silence that was once deafening alone, now softened by the comfort of his presence at your side.

“We’ve made so many memories in this park, huh?” At your soft hum of agreement, he continued. Was his voice shaking? “It wouldn’t hurt to make more, would it?”

“What do you me—”

Your question cut itself short as you saw what he held out to you.

A little velvet box, sitting open in his hand. You dragged your suddenly watery gaze back up to Izuku, his once bashful smile now wobbly with nerves.

So familiar in this little park, yet so new.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

It was just a small walk down memory lane, the street lights blinking on one by one in the wake of the fiery sunset as you two walked the familiar path together. Yet there was something buzzing anew in the air, humming through your soul as you held out your hand to the sun, admiring the way the gem on your ring finger sparkled in the fading sunset. In the other, you interlaced your fingers with his.

Yeah…

You caught Izuku’s soft gaze, smiling and in love.

We’ll be okay.

#pocuties collab #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #bnha oneshot #mha oneshot #bnha x reader #pocuties

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miawin6 · 3 years ago

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PERCY JACKSON CHARACTERS AS LOVER LYRICS

Percy Jackson

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

I never grew up, it's getting so old

Help me hold onto you

I've been the archer, I've been the prey

It's you and me, that's my whole world

We're so sad, we paint the town blue

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

I'm New York City, I still do it for you, babe

I know that I'm a handful, baby, uh

I know I never think before I jump

I never leave well enough alone

And trouble's gonna follow where I go

Annabeth Chase

How many days did I spend

Thinkin' 'bout how you did me wrong, wrong, wrong?

Lived in the shade you were throwin'

'Til all of my sunshine was gone, gone, gone

And I couldn't get away from ya

In my feelings more than Drake, so yeah

Your name on my lips, tongue tied

Free rent, livin' in my mind

And I would've stuck around for ya

Would've fought the whole town, so yeah

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

And I'll never let you go cause I know this is a fight

That someday we're gonna win

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

Twenty questions, we tell the truth

You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too

Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand

Call my bluff, call you "babe"

Have my back, yeah, everyday

Piper Mclean

Killing me slow, out the window

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below

It's a cruel summer with you

Said I'm fine, but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

We can follow the sparks, I'll drive

I'm with you even if it makes me blue

Jason Grace

And it's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

Paper cut stings from our paper thin plans

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives

It's all me in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant, sorry that I hurt you

I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you

I need to say, hey it's all me, just don't go

Meet me in the afterglow

Tell me that it's not my fault, tell me that I'm all you want

Even when I break your heart

Hazel Levesque

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

I want you, bless my soul

And I ain't gotta tell him, I think he knows

And I don't want you to go, I don't really wanna fight

If the story's over

Why am I still writing pages?

Frank Zhang

Combat, I'm ready for combat

I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

That's right, darling, you're the one I want

This ultraviolet morning light below

Tells me this love is worth the fight

Tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine

Even when I lose my mind

Leo Valdez

They see right through me

I see right through me

Voted most likely to run away with you

I counted days, I counted miles

To see you there, to see you there

And now the storm is coming

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be all right

They say "I don't know"

We were stupid to jump in the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith, blind faith

But we might just get away with it

I'm the only one of me, baby that's the fun of me

I know you never get just what you see

But I will never bore you, baby

(And there's a lot of lame guys out there)

And you can't spell "awesome" without "me"

Nico di Angelo

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

And, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my lover

Easy they come, easy they go

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

Dark side, I search for your dark side

But what if I'm alright, right, right, right here?

And I cut off my nose just to spite my face

Then I hate my reflection for years and years

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost

The room is on fire, invisible smoke

And all of my heroes die all alone

All the king's horses, all the king's men

Couldn't put me together again

Who could stay?

You could stay, you could stay

Gave you too much but it wasn't enough

But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts

And I hate to make this all about me

But who am I supposed to talk to?

What am I supposed to do if there's no you?

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town

Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now

It's brighter now, now

And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

I once believed love would be (Burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

You gotta step into the daylight and let it go

Just let it go, let it go

Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

So cut the headlights, summer's a knife

I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone

Every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to you

I'd be a fearless leader, I'd be an alpha type

And I'm so sick of them coming at me again

'Cause if I was a man, then I'd be the man

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

Chandelier's still flickering here

'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not

And what once was ours is no one's now

I see you everywhere, the only thing we share is this small town

And I ain't trying mess with your self-expression

But I've learned the lesson that stressin'

And obsessin' 'bout somebody else is no fun

And snakes and stones never broke my bones so

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shoutogepi · 5 years ago

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Jealousy Has Its Perks

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 10.4K holy shit im tired

[ ✘ (nsfw!), ☀︎ ] sin with a cute ending

themes : jealous,dom!shouto, brat,sub!reader, friends with benefits, degradation, quirk use, edging, overstimulation, general bdsm things, & a sweet lil confession

bio : Even though you’re not his, Shouto can’t help but turn green with envy when he sees you dancing on another man at the club.

author’s note : uhhhh can i get a hell yeahhHHH for jealous fwb trope? lmao my basic ass loves these. hope y’all do too <3

also available on AO3 here

─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

🅂hinsou’s hands land on your waist, cold fingertips pressing into your exposed midriff and guiding your hips along with his. The circular motion has your head spinning, and you let your skull fall back onto his sturdy chest at the feeling of his semi brushing against your ass. Shinsou’s purple locks tickle your neck as he bends and presses his lips to your skin, sucking on the skin just hard enough to leave a ghost of a bruise. His hands cup your hips, squeezing the flesh there softly while his thumbs trace the crest of the bones.

The song blasting through the club changes, a novel and heavy bass causing your throat to vibrate. The sudden need to quench your thirst emerges, and you pull away from the handsome man regretfully. His lavender irises regard you with understanding as you point to the bar, holding up a finger to signal you won’t be long.

Your heels stick to the dancefloor slightly as you cut through the throngs of club-goers, and unsurprisingly a handful of guys attempt to stop you on your travels. Finding a familiar pink head of hair, you slip into the empty spot next to Ashido and let out a sigh of relief as your elbows land on the wooden counter. Perspiration makes the hairs at the back of your neck stick to your skin, and you fan yourself with a cocktail napkin as you attempt to catch the bartender’s attention.

“Not doing so bad for yourself, Y/N,” Ashido grins at you coyly, her words a tad slurred as her black eyes give you a once-over.

You let out a chuckle, painted lips curving knowingly. “Yeah, well… he used to have a crush on me back in the day,” you explain with a nonchalant shrug, finally giving your order to the woman behind the bar. You look at Shinsou over your shoulder, who has returned to his table of friends and is currently being shoved, high-fived, and noogied animatedly.

Ashido gasps exaggeratedly, her mouth turning from an ‘o’ of shock to a grin of delight. “Two heroes wrapped around your finger at once? I can’t believe you,” she laughs, perhaps too hard, because you have to hold her arm tightly to keep her from falling off her stool.

“Hey now, I’m a free woman!” You reason, thanking the bartender as they hand you an icy glass. “I can fool around with whoever I want, thank you very much.”

“Can’t argue with sound logic,” Ashido taps your glass with hers, throwing back the remaining contents of her drink. “You know, you should tap Bakugou, too. Last night, he Lord-Explosion-Murdered this pussy.”

You snort, the alcohol burning your nostrils as it leaks into your nose from the abrupt reaction to Mina’s words. All the pink-haired woman does is laugh with you, the both of you maybe a step past tipsy but not nearly blackout drunk. Not yet, anyway.

“Shinsou though, really? I’m surprised… I thought you were too in love with IcyHot’s dick to tap anybody else,” Ashido teases, poking your shoulder as a frown forms on your face. Her words are playful, but they send irritation surging through your veins. That asshole had cancelled your weekly appointment tonight, which is why you’re here at the club, prowling for a suitable replacement.

You shrug again, allowing the bitter liquid to drift past your lips before you speak again. “What can I say? He knows how to get the job done, and he’s sexy as hell.”

“You sound a little smitten. He must be pretty damn good,” Ashido wiggles her brows at you, a devious smile making its way to her face.

You disregard her comment, looking away from your friend with an eye roll. Smitten? Your relationship with Shouto is strictly physical. But maybe you had been a bit too disappointed when he’d sent you that text earlier. Shaking your head, you take a gulp of your drink, willing the intrusive thought to disappear.

Ashido’s phone vibrates and you watch her face light up at the message. After a brief moment, she stands, collecting her jacket and purse. “Hmm, seems like Bakugou is calling for an emergency meeting,” she winks at you, flashing you a rather lewd photo of the blonde that was clearly not meant for you to see as she walks away. “Give my regards to Shinsou! I wanna hear about all the nasty stuff he does to you with that mind control quirk of his.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that, sighing as you cross your arms. Would Shinsou really be enough to satisfy your cravings? His quirk does interest you sexually, but it’s unclear if he’d be willing to dominate you like that. He always seemed like the type to go with the flow… and tonight, you really need someone to force you to swim against the current, so to speak.

“Shinsou, huh?”

Speak of the icy devil. The voice behind you makes your body still, your eyes widening at his deep tone. The scent of his encaptivating cologne infiltrates the air around you, and a hand slides around your waist, pushing you backwards against his firm chest. You swallow, your tongue poking out to wet your lips in anticipation. What’s he doing here?

“Already forgetting about me, angel?” Lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his hand gliding across your torso until it reaches the other side of your waist, grabbing there and spinning you around. He catches you as you turn, snatching your wrist with his other hand to steady your half-finished drink.

You look up into his heterochromatic eyes, noticing a new emotion simmering there. Is that… jealousy? His cold breath fans over your flushed face, and you bask in the cool relief it provides in contrast to the stuffy club air. “It was you who cancelled our appointment,” you murmur, feigning innocence as you look to the side in a faux-bashful manner, “I needed to find a substitute. A girl has needs, you know.”

Shouto grins down at you, but it seems like more of a snarl as his eyes glare down at you with hostility. One eyebrow raised in mockery, he chuckles lowly. “And Shinsou Hitoshi is gonna do that for you? Are you sure he’s big enough to fill my shoes, angel?”

Your eyes wander back to the intimidating man before you, lingering on the ridges of his muscular form hidden underneath his button-up and slacks. Feeling brave, you down the rest of your drink, tongue rolling out and over the lip of the emptied glass. Shouto’s eyes burn as they follow the movement, his lips parting slightly while his grip tightens on your waist. Shooting him a playful smile, you tug your wrist free, placing the vacant glass on the bar. “What are you even doing here, Shouto?” You change the subject, hand reaching up to tug on his slim tie as a cheeky grin splits your lips. “You don’t like to have fun.”

The action causes him to lean closer to you, his face next to yours. “I was dragged here against my own will, of course— boy’s night. But would you believe my surprise when I saw my little minx walk in, all eyes on her in her skimpiest dress?” His baritone voice loud and clear despite the blaring music, his lips hover dangerously close. The hand you’d freed strikes your ass abruptly, causing you to jump closer to him in shock. His fingers hold the reddened cheek through the thin material of your dress, gathering you into his chest. No one seems bothered by the blatantly sexual action in the club, everyone distracted with their drinks and their own sensual pursuits. “And then, can you imagine how I felt watching her grind up against mind-control, watching him put his filthy fucking hands on what’s mine?”

You let out a heavy breath, delighted at how responsive he is. How possessive he is. “What’s yours?” You challenge, hands landing on his broad chest. His expression makes you press your legs together eagerly, your body starting to bend to his will.

Shouto’s hand leaves your waist to cradle the back of your neck, forcing you to bend your gaze to meet his. “Mine,” he whispers, his lips inching closer to yours by the second. Your pulse pounding, your fingers curling into the cotton of his shirt, your eyes flutter closed. His lips brush over yours, and then he pulls away.

A whine of protest escapes you, and you shove your palms against his chest in annoyance. But he doesn’t even budge, his fingers slipping into your hair and pulling your defiant face to look at him.

“Let’s get outta here, angel,” he nods toward the exit, releasing you and lightly smacking your ass again before his fingers settle at the small of your back, “I think I need to remind you who you belong to.” Shivers shoot down your spine at his choice of words, effectively drowning the bratty response you were so ready to quip at him. Without even a glance at Shinsou, you allow Shouto to guide you out of the establishment and into the crisp night air.

The brisk walk to his luxurious apartment is silent, but laden with anticipation. Your brain begins to ponder if his words had a deeper meaning. The two of you had been engaging in this affair for months now— you aren’t quite sure how it came to be. Your relationship had remained stringently physical, but you couldn’t help the butterflies that filled your stomach when he held you through the night, when his hands would rub your exhausted body tenderly, and when he would kiss you for hours before you’d slip into a satiated, peaceful slumber. And you did not dare to acknowledge the warmth that would blossom in your chest when you’d drowsily awake, still swaddled against his muscular chest with his arms around you as sunlight peeked through the blinds. Physical, yes— your relationship is only physical… regardless of the fuzzy feelings that ebb through you when you’re next to him.

And when he had proposed to have you come over twice in one weekend, you’d nearly panicked at the raw excitement that coursed through you at the premise. After much consideration you had denied his request, fearful that if you allowed yourself even a shred of further indulgence you’d be entirely consumed by the captivating man. He hadn’t overstepped that boundary since, and you weren’t sure if you felt appreciative or disappointed.

Your train of thought is interrupted as you reach the tall doors of his apartment building. The complex is perhaps one of the most expensive in the city— the lobby boasts flat leather sofas and sleek wooden tables. Lush tropical plants with leaves as wide as tennis rackets break up the space, magnificent orchids dotting the area just sparingly enough, and to top it off, an entire wall with running water rushing over the flat surface, creating a sheet of liquid that trickles quietly as you wait for the elevator.

Next to you, Shouto has his hands in his pockets, a blank expression on his face as usual. But after months of getting to know him, you can easily recognize the irritation lingering on his handsome mug. You are not able to think of any words that could possibly calm Shouto’s crackling, brooding intensity, but honestly, a large part of you desperately wants to find out what exactly he has in store for you. It’s clear that he has no intention of forgetting you were about to leave with another man, and his blatant acrimony brings a sliver of joy to you while jealousy oozes out of his every pore— you know you’re in for a wild night.

When the door closes with a deafening click behind you, your body freezes as you wait with bated breath. Sure enough, two large hands curl around your stomach, coasting down your pelvis in a V shape. His long fingers nearly graze your clothed slit, but he changes direction at the last moment, instead securing his palms on your inner upper thighs. He rubs the flesh there roughly, making your head fall back against his shoulder as you gaze up at him. His smoky eyes are already on you, a smirk decorating his pretty lips as his fingers work on your sensitive muscles. Thumbs brushing against the sides of your panties, his movements push the hem of your short dress up along your hips.

“You need to be fucked pretty bad, huh, angel?” He taunts, analyzing how your ass rubs zealously against his crotch. His smirk only grows as you nod, your hand flying up to grapple onto his bicep. “Bad enough to drop your standards so embarrassingly low?”

You snort at his words, turning your head so your eyes catch his. This asshole has some nerve getting jealous after he was the one who cancelled on you. “Shinsou is just as hot as you, Shouto,” you reply boldly, wondering what exactly the price of your words will be. How far can you push this envious beast? Will you be able to take his punishment?

Shouto’s expression darkens, allowing his hair to fall over his eyes as his stare falls to the floorboards. His hands leave your skin, and you whirl around ready to dish out another line, but he’s already a step ahead of you. He lashes out, yanking your body against his by swooping his hand underneath your thigh and cupping your bare ass. He lifts your body so your heels leave the floor, rushing to press your back flat against the drywall. He’s hoisted you up high enough to set your ass against the thin, tall table next to the door which usually holds his keys.

Your legs parted with him standing between them, he places his hands on the tops of your thighs. A low chuckle rumbles out of him, his tidy fingernails trailing up your flesh. “Just as hot as me, hmm? Is he really, Y/N?” His left hand jumps from your thigh to your cunt, the only barrier between you two your skimpy panties. The heat emanating off his palm catches you off guard, a moan tearing out of you as he easily cups your covered sex, sending a searing fever through your body.

“Fuck,” you whimper, hips bucking instinctively against his palm, your body hoping for some kind of friction. The heat makes your pussy twitch, stirring as a cat slowly pulled from a deep slumber.

He tilts his head, as if he doesn’t understand why you’re breathless. “Huh? What was that?” He wiggles his fingertips a bit, enjoying how you whine as the ends of his blistering fingers dig into your core through the material of your panties. Your wetness drips through the thin cloth to coat his hot digits, making it easier to glide them against you.

“More, Shouto,” you squeak, panting heavily as his fingers rub along your slit at an infuriatingly slow pace.

Shouto lets out a low purr of satisfaction at your plea, savoring how your smooth leg tenses up underneath his other palm. Your sweet whimpers are music to his ears, his right hand moving around your thigh to meander toward your ass. “No, baby. Not until my angel answers me,” he murmurs, ducking his head down and placing his lips against the delicate skin on your neck.

A wayward moan evades your gasping lungs as his tongue ravishes your flesh, his teeth scraping over the wet skin. Your legs wrap around his waist, wiggling your body forward so your soft breasts press up against his hard chest, your cunt inching closer to his crotch. “Ugh— nooo,” you gasp as a fingertip presses harshly against your core, just barely pushing your panties into your pussy.

“No? No what?” He laughs darkly, his breath tickling your sensitive collarbone. He draws back from you, his intense gaze focusing on the other side of your neck before he looks directly at you, a sinister glint in his eyes.

Your lip trembling, the brat you’d been so ready to let free is for once taciturn at his dominance. Your submissive nature leaking out in desperation, you whine when his fingertip recedes slightly, leaving your panties barely inside of you without the pressure you really want. “No— Shinsou’s not nearly as hot as you, Shouto!” You rush out, heavy breaths making your chest rise and fall swiftly, restless for his touch to return to you.

But Shouto does not seem appeased by your admission. In fact, his gaze becomes a glare, his mouth curling into a snarl as he grabs your hips, crushing your body against his. “I hate hearing another man’s name come out of your pretty little mouth, Y/N,” he growls.

You’re shocked by his possessiveness, your eyes widening like saucers as his teeth skim your pouting lips. His proclamation makes a cocktail of doubt and lust unfurl in the corners of your body, but you’re torn as you wonder if he really thinks of you as his. Before you can ponder the meaning behind his statement, his eyelids shut and he smashes his lips onto yours.

Your arms are around his neck in less than a second, all thoughts vanishing as your nails scratch his scalp through the short, buzzed hair at the base of his undercut. He groans against your mouth, eliciting a moan from you in response. He takes the opportunity in stride, his hot tongue thrusting into your mouth as hot steam puffs out his nose, his calloused hands squeezing your body carnally. Your lips dance with his clumsily, your other hand cupping the corner of his sharp jawline and pulling his lips closer to yours.

He pulls away from you as your hips begin to grind against his, his eyes still closed with his lips pulling back into a snarky smile. Your needy mewl of disappointment makes his eyes slit open, regarding you with a predatory gaze. He takes in your desirous expression, his stare cold yet sizzling with passion. “You let him defile your perfect skin, angel?”

The hickey Shinsou had left is barely even that— nearly indistinguishable from your skin tone— yet Shouto’s eyes make the flesh on your neck blister with his scalding intensity. Your cheeks flush red, his words fanning the fire inside of you as you bite your lip. You had hoped he wouldn’t notice, but now you realize it was foolish of you to even allow yourself to think his perceptive gaze would skip over something so blatant.

“This heavenly body is mine to mark,” he hisses, a hand fisting your hair and pulling your neck back roughly to reveal the hidden skin from the shadows. The vaguely purple mark now on display in the dim mood lighting of his entryway, more steam billows from the man as he sneers in contempt. “And only mine. Got it, baby?” He does not allow you to answer— his mouth attacks the bruise, harshly sucking the skin while he washes away any recollection of the other man with ferocious swipes from his strong tongue.

Your back bows, your body wriggling in his grasp at the surge of devastating arousal that pulses through you. You shriek his name, hands clawing hysterically into his shoulder and the soft hair atop his head. Your pussy clenches around nothing, making you very aware of the aching need for him to claim you building in your core. Your legs snag his hips closer to yours, his body crashing into you as he grunts, lips finally releasing your battered skin. Without a doubt, the once indistinct mark is now more akin to the remnants of a punch to the throat, the colors already eclipsing into a deep shade of violet.

The lust crackles in the air between you two like thunder, your body a savannah ready to receive the generous relief of the first deluge in months. God, it’d only been a week since you last saw the man, but the unmitigated yearning for him to ravage you is the only emotion you can process.

“Please, Shouto, I need you to fuck me,” you beg, the words slipping out of you like a wet bar of soap from your desperate clutches. You’re mortified at your shamefully wanton admission, your cheeks still red and your body flushed, nearly shaking. You are not accustomed to this submissive side of yourself, but the brat inside of you only watches on in avid curiosity. If he doesn’t escalate this tryst fast enough, you’re afraid your body will fold like a limp noodle in his strong arms.

Shouto seems just as affected as you, his pupils dilated and his erection painfully straining against the confines of his slacks. His hands leave your frame, going to loosen the collar of his shirt by yanking his tie loose and then beginning to unbuckle his belt. You lean forward, your lips meeting his again as your fingers eagerly land on his cheeks, beckoning him closer to you. He moans into your mouth, fist nearly ripping the leather belt from the loops on his slacks, the metal of the snake-shaped buckle klinking loudly as he discards it carelessly onto the tabletop. Hands trailing up your spine, he tugs the zipper of your dress down your back, effortlessly lifting your hips in one hand to slip the garment under your ass and off your legs.

The inferno of jealousy ignites once again as he appraises your figure, clad in a matching set of white silky lace adorned with satin ribbons on each hip and one beneath the valley of your breasts. You’d worn this and Shinsou had almost seen such a marvel? Seen your delectable body in this gorgeous lingerie that he himself had never feasted his starved eyes upon?

Unaware of his change in mood, your lips move along his, begging for him to kiss you back as your tongue swipes his full bottom lip. His palms slide along your back, moving to cup your ass cheeks as he picks you up. You nibble on his earlobe as he swiftly carries you to his bedroom, his fingers jabbing into your behind in response. He kicks open the ajar door forcefully, unflinching as the doorknob nearly cracks the wall. Sliding onto the edge of the mattress, he sits with you on his lap, your legs still secure around his torso. His rough palms glide over your hips, rounding your waist and seizing your breasts, lifting the flesh to sit more perkily on your chest in perfectly round spheres.

“Why are you so fucking gorgeous, Y/N?” He groans, eyes closing in pleasure as you feel his cock twitch beneath you. He presses his mouth to the supple skin just above the cusp of the bra, slurping and nipping and leaving a trail of pretty pink marks. “You’re damn ethereal, angel.”

You’re gasping for air, hips unabashedly rolling against his, the feeling of his strained length making your desire for him to fuck you senseless multiply. Your hands latch onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself, your mind spinning dizzily with desire and the prolonged buzz from your earlier drinks.

“Take off my tie.”

The command rouses you from your far-away state, your fingers slightly trembling as you work on the silky material of the tie. After what seems like an eternity, the knot loosens and the tie slides off his neck into your hands. Shouto’s lips cover yours again, instantly enchanting you so that you don’t notice the sleek item slip through your fingers.

All of a sudden your front meets the cool sheets, your lips ripped away from his. Instead your face meets his pillow, engulfing your senses in the sexy, virile smell of him. You moan into the pillow, ass pushing into the air as your cunt throbs between your legs, ready to be taken in whatever manner he decides. His knees land on either side of your hips, his bulge rubbing into your ass teasingly as his hands close around your wrists. Tugging them behind your back carefully, he loops the tie around the both of them and fastens the knot with a firm pull, jerking once more for good measure.

You swallow into the pillow, teeth poking out to capture your bottom lip when he trails a sole finger along your spine. He’d never tied you up like this before, and the concept excites you to the point that your arousal visibly permeates your white panties.

“Do you feel that?” Shouto inquires, rutting his hips against your bottom so his clothed cock rubs between your ass cheeks. He’s panting lightly, his palms groping your ass and pinching the skin torturously. “Can you feel how much I want you, Y/N?”

“Fuck yes,” you answer, your head turning to lay against the pillow so he can see half your face and hear your voice. “I want you too, Shouto— I need you.”

He sighs at your saccharine words, almost swayed by your submissive antics. If he gives in now, his cock could be in your tight hole in just seconds… But then he wouldn’t get to have his way with you.

“Mmm, you’re cute when you’re desperate, baby,” he remarks, grasping your hips and pulling you down the sheets. He maneuvers you over his lap, and your eyes bug out of your skull as you assume position, knowing what comes next— he’d only done this once before but the memories of that night makes your pussy twinge excitedly. Your arms tied behind your back, your face dangles perilously beside his ankle, your forehead almost skimming the wooden floor. Your body is stiff, and Shouto hums as his hands drift along every inch of your back, ass, and the backs of your thighs.

“I wanna give you what you want, angel, but I promised I would remind you who you belong to, didn’t I?” His words are phrased like a question, but his tone implies them as a statement. Unsure what he wants, you keep quiet, waiting for him to continue.

Apparently, that’s the wrong move, because his freezing hand slaps down hard onto your ass. A mix between a shout and a whine falls out of your lips, your fingers clutching onto themselves in apprehension. Your breathing picks up, ascending into a pant as his other hand caresses the reddened skin with a soothing heat exuding from his palm.

“Did you know I was going to be at the club tonight?”

His question catches you off guard, and you think for a moment before replying with a simple, honest “No.”

Shouto lets out a long sigh, his warm hand leaving your ass and making you tense in preparation.

“So you wore this little number thinking you would just show it to whomever you went home with?” Oh, that’s where he’s going with this.

Again, you’re not sure how to answer. Either way will be unsatisfactory— either you say yes and that would certainly result in a jealous smack, or you say no and he’d spank you for lying to him. You cannot come to a decision fast enough, and the next frigid slap across your other ass cheek steals your breath away as you whimper, your pussy clenching in sadistic delight.

“Answer me, angel. Or I’ll turn this flawless little ass of yours scarlet.”

“I bought it for you!” You blurt out meekly, your cheeks flushing with mortification. It’s not a direct answer to his question, but it’s more than enough to amuse him.

The warmth of his left hand feels hotter this time as it curves around your irritated skin. “Oh?” Shouto all but purrs, his brow raised in interest. “For me, angel?”

You nod, even though your head is below his eye level. “I was gonna wear it tonight, just for you,” you whisper sincerely, blush bright red as your thumbs rub over your knuckles in a self-soothing manner. Deciding you’re already deep enough into your embarrassing confession, you finish your thought with your eyes scrunched shut as you prepare yourself for what you know will come next. “But you rainchecked, so I… thought Shinsou might enjoy it instead.”

Shouto remains eerily quiet for a moment, your heartbeat accelerating wildly as he leaves you waiting, questioning just how he will react. Your body jumps as his left hand swirls around your hips, his arm resting on your back to gather your ass higher across his lap. The neat bows on your panties unravel at your hips, the cool air hitting your swollen cunt as the material is snatched away and discarded. He forces you to wait for another dizzying pause, the urge to squirm in his grasp tempting but you force yourself to stay motionless.

Tears spring into your eyes as his palm crashes against you, his arctic hand causing your body to thrash in recoil, and a strong gust of chilled wind slapping against your dripping folds. A shaky breath escapes you, morphing into a distraught cry when his hot thumb plunges into your aching core, rubbing and curling against your shuddering walls with spite.

“I thought I told you not to say his fucking name,” Shouto jeers, taking his thumb out of you to rub mercilessly betwen your petals, spreading your abundant slick with ease. Coasting down to your clit, he smirks as you sob, your legs quaking.

Your hips jut backwards on their own accord, forcing his thumb to penetrate your cunt again. You moan at the stimulation, squeezing the digit and grinding so it presses against your velvet walls.

He chuckles, pressing the finger as deep as he can and savoring the shameless wails the action induces. “How can you look so pure and act so naughty?” He wonders aloud, his frosty hand trailing along your thigh as he works his thumb inside of you. “You’re really just a little slut, aren’t you? Fucking yourself with my finger so brazenly.” He sighs as he feels your core clenching around his thumb, grinning as you whine at the loss of the digit.

“Please, just fuck me,” you exclaim, turning your face to look at his haughty gaze above you, “Make me forget about anyone else!”

Shouto pinches your inflamed ass cheek, forcing another whimper to croak out of your throat. “Aha, is that your game, angel? Want me to fuck you so hard I’m the only man you see? Fuck this little pussy so good no other cock can satisfy you, hmm?” He maneuvers your body effortlessly, positioning you to face him as you sit on his lap. The smooth material of his slacks irritates your sore ass slightly, but all you can bring yourself to do is nod, your arms shuffling behind you with the want to reach out and touch him.

His hands settle on the apex of your thighs, rugged fingertips soothing the skin there before he lifts your body, standing and placing you neatly on the floor before him. Casting an innocent look up at him, you shuffle to your knees, arching your back to your breasts and ass pop out for his aerial vantage point.

“You know what to do, don’t you baby?” Shouto snickers as he untucks his shirt and begins to snap open the buttons down the center of his chest, revealing his creamy skin to your lustful eyes. Leaving the shirt on with his abs on display, he undoes the clasp and zip at the front of his hips, slowly unveiling the delicious V tapering south below his slacks. You squirm in impatience, eyes glued to the trail of fine, bicolored hair he uncovers as his slacks sag tantalizingly slow. His thumbs slither underneath the elastic band across his pelvis, lowering the hem just enough to show you the base of his thick, hard cock. “Alright, angel,” he rumbles, and you feel a stray bead of arousal drip down your thigh at his gruff tone, “Convince me you deserve to have this cock in you.”

As soon as he shoves his briefs low enough for his length to spring free, your lips drown his cockhead with haste, your tongue welcoming his hot, heavy tip with eager flicks. Shouto groans when you suck abruptly, your cheeks hollowing as you allow his member to drive deeper into your mouth. His hand landing on the back of your head, you take that as your cue to leap forward, slamming the entirety of his impressive cock into your open throat as your nose brushes into his abdomen.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Shouto gasps, his hips bucking into your face and shoving the tip of his dick into the depths of your throat.

Tears beading in your eyes, you refuse to let up, releasing a loud moan that makes his cock vibrate. Shouto throws his head back, his fingers curling in your hair as his hips recede, leaving only the tip inside your mouth and you gratefully take in a breath of air before he shoves back in.

“You take my cock so well, angel— fuuuuck, just like that,” he grumbles, pistoning into your face at a slow, deep tempo, the back of your throat caressing his tip delectably as a fat tear races down your cheek. Your cheeks flush pink and your chest tightens from the lack of air, but Shouto’s low grunts falling on your greedy ears has your cunt pulsing with need, your spit trickling down your chin. Shouto’s rabid gaze locks with yours, monitoring your wet eyes and your pleading pout as he speaks, “You look so beautiful slobbering on me like this, my little slut.”

You flutter your eyelashes at him, humming on his length as you continue to bob back and forth. Your tongue lathering the veiny underside of his length, the promiscuous flavor of salty pre blooms on your tastebuds. Your head recedes back, keeping just the swollen head inside your mouth as you twirl your tongue in circles around him.

You pop his cock out of your mouth, and send him a closed-lip, coy smile as you smear the slick tip against your mouth. Shouto sighs when your half-lidded gaze meets his, your tongue poking out and curving to dawdle up and down his length.

“That’s enough, baby. Come here.” Shouto bends and picks you up from the floor, kneeling on the mattress and crawling toward the center with you in his arms. Your back collides with the silky sheets, your arms awkwardly stuck behind you with the tie rubbing your wrists. Shouto opens your legs, hovering over your body and making you suddenly feel small in comparison to him. Your cunt parts at the motion, exposing your twitching, saturated hole to him and sending a fresh blush to your cheeks. One hand propping himself up, the other stroking your cheek gingerly, he ushers you to look at him. He whispers to you, his voice calm yet enticing, “You want me to make you feel good, angel?”

“Please,” you implore, your voice hoarse and quiet from his abuse on your throat, “Please touch me, Shouto.” Your mind hazy with a lascivious fog clouding your senses, you can barely find the words to beg.

Even just his hands floating down to your breasts makes you shiver. Your lip between your teeth again, Shouto smirks at you as his fingers pinch the ribbon holding your bra together. Deliberately taking his time, he unravels the neat bow, examining how the silky fabric falls apart so smoothly. The bra cups fall to the side, exposing the smooth skin of your breasts to his feasting eyes. You release a string of mewls as his lips graze the marks he’d left behind earlier, darkening the blemishes with gentle bites. Tongue tracing around your areola, your thighs squeeze around his waist when the warm muscle brushes along a pebbled nipple. Pressing your lips together harshly as he sucks the pert bud into his mouth, your hips jolt against his. His hand kneads your other breast expertly, tweaking your nipple between his skilled fingers. The rough pads of his fingertips only make your nipples stand out more, scraping against you and sending your head spinning.

“You like that, Y/N? Want all my attention on you, don’t you, greedy girl?” Shouto purrs, your breast falling from his lips as he grins at your cheekily.

Swallowing another moan, your breath comes out ragged as you retort, “I could say the same for you, baby.” His fingers on your nipple press together in a pinch, eliciting a strained whimper from you.

Shouto chuckles, poking his tongue out to rove over your other breast, flicking the nub playfully before he speaks a single word. “Touché.” Drifting lower between your legs, his lips leave a wet path down your torso, nibbling and slickening your skin. His mouth littering your body with kisses, an artist eager to make a fresh blank canvas his own. Hot breath colliding with your glistening sex, he groans at the sight of you spread before him. “But damn, angel, can you really blame me?”

Without any warning, he thrusts his tongue into your folds, swiping vertically along your slit and dipping into your entrance with a moan, eyes closed as he relishes your sweet nectar. Your hips dig into the mattress as you struggle to handle the instant relief his touch provides, unfiltered noises of pleasure escaping you. One of his hands slides underneath your thigh to cup your ass and bring your body closer to his face.

Every time Shouto’s mouth is on you, you’re reminded of just how good he is at pleasuring you. He alternates between rubbing his tongue along your silky inner walls and curling the muscle around your clit, sucking the nerve into his mouth and applying just enough suction to steal your breath away. Your body reacts to his touch naturally, with each moan summoned true and raw.

His fingers prod your sex gently, coating the digits in your essence before they slide into your body at a snail’s pace. The friction of his touch inside of you makes your legs clamp around his head, eliciting a deep laugh from the man that reverberates against your clit. Your eyes roll backwards as he begins to pump the digits at a reasonable pace, knuckles curling deeply in search of that plush spot that makes you fall apart underneath him. Saliva mixing with your arousal, Shouto’s chin is drenched in the sinful concoction as he continues his hunt with determination.

“S-Shit,” you choke as his fingertips push into just the right place, your thighs gripping his head so tight you think you’ll crush him. But Shouto doesn’t seem to care, angling his wrist to gain better access, lithe fingers speeding up as his teeth graze your clit. His vigilant eyes fix on your face twisted in ecstasy, minding how your pussy begins to clench onto his digits in desperation, trying their best to suck them back inside. Your heels dig into his broad back as your body begins to squirm, preparing for your first orgasm of the night.

But just as you’re about to tip over the edge, Shouto pulls back. Your eyes fly open to look at him in distress, your lips parting with a gasp as your climax flees without a trace. “Shouto!” You hiss, regarding his sultry smirk in shock. This man has some audacity. “I was about to-”

He interrupts you, his fingers gliding back into your core without resistance, lips wrapping around your clit again. The sudden pleasure of the intensity stokes the mere embers of your previous orgasm with fervor, your head flinging backwards onto the pillow as your spine bows.

Your palms behind your back are slick with sweat, your hardened nipples cutting into the still air of the room as your body writhes on its own accord. Your thighs tremble ever-so-slightly on top of his shoulders, your eyes shutting again as you try your best to hold in your whimpers.

But Shouto doesn’t like that, his mouth abandoning your pearl to snarl, “If you wanna cum I’ve gotta hear your voice. I wanna hear you beg for me, baby.”

His dirty words send a new wave of humiliation crashing over you, your mind horrified at your body’s betrayal. Your submissive demeanor is by no means akin to your usual behavior during your weekly rendezvous, and you’re honestly impressed and shocked that Shouto had coaxed it out with such ease. Already you can feel the tension building in your core, your body happily receptive of his generous caress. Your chest heaves as you attempt to even your frazzled breaths, but once your focus switches to that, the pleasure increases exponentially between your legs. Your cunt quivers obviously, Shouto’s eyebrow raising as he shoots you a taunting look.

“I’m the only one who can get you so close so quick, angel. Aren’t I?” His mouth leaves your clit to speak but his teeth capture the nerve instead as he speaks, his hot breath steaming against your throbbing cunt.

Your chin against your chest, you nod vigorously, your hips inching closer to close the distance between your cunt and his mouth. Your fingers curled into fists against the sheets, your back sticks to the sheets with perspiration.

Shouto shakes his head, teeth releasing your aching clit as he clicks his tongue at you. “I said, let me hear you, Y/N.” His fingers pull out, the fingertips just barely inside as he rims your entrance, just enough to keep your pussy throbbing. He exhales, an icy breath rushing over your sopping sex.

“N-No!” You wail, your voice nearly breaking as your orgasm fades away once again. You were so fucking close! You let out another sob, tossing your head to the side in humiliating agony.

“There’s that divine voice of yours,” Shouto chuckles, nipping your inner thigh playfully. Taking his fingers away, his thumb replaces them as it glides over your soaked slit, dipping into your clenched core amusedly before tearing it away again. Your destitute whine only feeds his dominance, and he rolls his thumb over your puffy nerve gently, enjoying how your hips buck weakly in response. “Come on now, angel. Just tell me what I want to hear.”

Your chest jolts as his thumb presses down just a pinch, cruising down to rub your entrance brusquely. “You’re the only one that can make me so breathless, Shouto. Please,” your voice wavers as you grovel, eyes locking with his, “Please, make me cum! I need your touch, I need your cock, I— I need you!”

Shouto’s gaze flickers for a moment before he smirks, ducking down to kiss your clit softly. “See, baby? Was that so hard?” He murmurs, his words rumbling on your shivering pussy before his tongue parts your folds, driving deep inside you.

You scream at the intense bliss as his thumb works quickly over your clit, his tongue assaulting your velvet insides. Your thighs weakly tighten around his head, your body unable to stay still as the pleasure wracks through you. Lewd moans and swears tumble out of you as you grind against his face, thrilled by the way his tongue never tires. The pressure between your legs is back and faster heightening, your eyes flying open in shock at how astonishingly fast your climax is approaching.

“S-Shouto, I— I’m—,” is all that you can get out before you seize in his arms, your entire body spasming in ecstasy. Shouto only pins your hips down against the mattress with his free hand, forcing your legs to stay open as he continues to assault your cunt, tongue pummeling your tender core and thumb abusing your clit. You can’t even let out a moan because your lungs are empty— all that slithers out of you a string of shrill and broken cries. The pleasure thrums through your body from head to toe, your fingers and toes curling and splaying as sweat runs down your skin.

Shouto diligently continues to lap at your cunt, slurping up the fresh essence dripping out of you onto the sheets. When he pulls back all he can see is your blissed-out, flustered expression, and your nipples standing upright in arousal. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand, he tears the shirt off his shoulders in one swift motion. His slacks shed just as quick, he grabs your hips and throws you onto your front, your face once again in his pillow. “You came without my permission, angel. You wanna be a slut? I’ll treat you like a fucking slut,” he snarls, rugged palms coiling around your hips and forcing them into the air, bending your spine so your body transforms into a delicious arch.

Your heart slams against your ribs in apprehension, your mind still too woozy to make a complaint as his cock plunges inside of you. Your walls spread for his length welcomingly, your arousal and your cum lubricating your cunt. Your eyes roll back at the fullness— the stretch of him stuffing your cunt with his thick cock so delectably euphoric. You’re so wet that it doesn’t even hurt as he impales you, pleasure the only feeling coursing through you.

Shouto growls, your pussy hugging his length so snugly he has to take a moment for his head to stop spinning. “Fuuuck,” he utters huskily, sliding out halfway and inspecting how your cunt grips his slippery cock so desperately.

You cry out as he thrusts back in, the angle already perfectly locating your g-spot and making stars flash across your vision. Your body shakes as a palm cracks against your ass, more tears collecting on your lower lashes at the pain that hurts so good.

Shouto grabs the tie around your wrists with the other hand, yanking your body backwards to slap against his hard torso. Hands flying to your hips, he drills into you as he holds you upright against him. Your breasts bounce as your back arches, cunt trembling at the familiar tension building deep inside of you.

“You wanna fuckin’ cum already, don’t you, slut?” Shouto barks, a hand leaving your hip to hold your breast, trapping your nipple between his long fingers. The friction he provides is exquisite, and long, unabashed moans float out of your parted lips.

“Yes! Yes! Please— Make me cum, Shouto!” You howl, your toes curling at the sacred pleasure so close to peaking within you. Lips latched onto the claim he had laid on your neck, his teeth pinch your skin. His ragged grunts in your ear make your core clench around him, about to reach salvation for the second time.

“Do it, Y/N. I want my slutty angel pussy to cum all over this cock,” he commands, forcing your hips to crash down onto his so his tip jabs your g-spot harshly.

Your body collapses at his approval, cunt squeezing and fluttering and leaking onto him as you release a lewd scream. White hot bliss shoots through you as sinful tides of delirium pull you under. Your body trembles as the ecstasy pulses in your veins, your jaw unhinged and your eyes rolled into your skull.

Shouto pushes you forward so your torso falls flat against the mattress limply. His hips do not stall, continuing to push into your tightened cunt with determination as he drags out your orgasm. “Where’s my nasty little brat now?” He laughs crudely, slapping your ass gently and grabbing the reddened flesh, pulling your hips back against his. “Nothing to say, hmm?”

As if your brain is functional enough to form words. Your limbs feel like jello, wiggling with pleasure and shock as he advances his plight. Your throat is dry from all the panting, your ass sore underneath Shouto’s oppressive grip. But it feels so fucking good, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.

Shouto sucks a breath in between his grinding teeth, watching how your ass bounces against his pelvis as his cock slides into your depths. Sweat dripping down his chest and along your back, his hold on you is tight enough to cut off circulation. His lip twitches as he recognizes his orgasm creeping up inside, and he groans as he pulls out of you abruptly.

You whine at the loss, but you’re silenced immediately as he flips your body and presses his lips to yours. His kiss is pleasantly soft, a harsh contrast to his rough hands which slide around your back and fumble with the tie around your wrists. His tongue pushes inside your mouth, searching for yours and caressing it at first touch. Once the silky material slips off you, his hands rove over your breasts, massaging the heavy flesh tenderly as his cock brushes along your slit. A string of saliva stretches between you as his lips leave yours, a hot, breathy sigh fanning over your face. “This beautiful body is all mine, Y/N,” he whispers, tip slipping between your folds and entering your cunt with ease.

Your eyelids flutter shut at the feeling of your aching hole being filled once again, but the pain makes the pleasure so much more enjoyable. His lips wander along your neck as he begins to thrust into you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He kisses along your clavicle and down your breast, tongue washing over your nipple as his cock brushes along your velvet walls so perfectly.

The friction has your eyes nearly crossed, and the pleasure only intensifies when Shouto guides your legs to rest against his chest, your ankles by his ears. The angle allows greater access, his thick member reaching new depths that elicit a sharp gasp from you. His left hand pushes your abdomen down slightly, his thumb travelling south to flick along your clit lazily.

“Shit, Shouto, I— s-so sensitive,” you whimper, your hand timidly reaching out to rest on his flexing abdominal muscles. The sensation of him dragging against your g-spot so sensually causes your bottom lip to tremble, a tear sneaking down your cheek to land in your hair.

Shouto’s large hand guides yours to land on your thigh, and he tucks his arm so his own hand covers yours as he pulls your thighs closer to him. “One more, baby,” he moans, the thumb on your clit speeding up.

The extra attention summons that familiar build up in your core, a long whine falling from your lips. “I can’t, I can’t,” you mewl but your body says otherwise, pussy tightening slightly as your ankles cross behind his neck.

“I thought you wanted to cum, angel?” He uses your words against you as he sighs, hips picking up to ram into yours. He holds his breath as you clamp down on him, your sinful expression fueling his impending orgasm. “You gonna make me finish on my own?”

The thought of him blowing his load into you has you biting your lip, your hips shuffling against his. Shouto moans, thumb circling your puffy nerve even faster as he continues to pound into you. The sound of your skin slapping together fills the room, the only noise to interrupt that your huffs and moans.

Steam billows from Shouto’s nose as his eyes nearly close, his abs flexing out of his torso as he fights to keep his orgasm at bay. His heavy breath and visible restraint convince your body to give in, and you weep as you sink into euphoria for the third time tonight. Shouto’s right there with you, a strangled growl mixed with a moan ripping from his lungs as his seed spurts into you, his cock twitching and balls draining as he falls to his elbows above you.

Your body feels sluggish as your limbs tremble slightly, the high from your orgasm still clouding your brain as your arms wrap around Shouto’s shoulders. His cold breath refreshes the moist, flushed skin on your neck, long eyelashes tickling your jaw as your nails scrape carefully down his spine.

When he pulls out your body feels incomplete, but Shouto nuzzles into your jaw affectionately, his hands sliding between the damp sheets and your skin to hold you close. He scatters sluggish, persistent kisses along your throat and up your jaw. And when he moves to your face, they only become longer and more intimate, gently guiding you back to reality.

You sigh in content as you lean in to capture his lips, moving sweet and slow against each other. Your digits amble into his hair, combing back the soft tresses so you can see more of his charming face. He moans at your touch, pleased by the soothing sensation of your fingers feathering along his scalp. His own hand follows your lead, fingers steering a stray hair off your forehead and gliding into your tresses to hold your head in his palm.

The pair of you continue to kiss for who knows how long, touching each other tenderly and savoring the feeling of skin against skin. Your lips melding into one, cradling one another fragilely as if you mutually fear the other will break without your embrace. You could spend eternity like this, high off his ambrosial, tender care.

You are the one to pull away first, knowing Shouto would keep this going until morning if he didn’t think you’d come back down from your high. Not that you would mind that, but you should probably clean up the mess that your passionate session had created— his release beginning to trickle out of you onto the sheets. As he pulls back, the emotions swirling in his striking two-toned gaze shock you. His brow is slightly creased as he nibbles at the corner of his lip, eyes darting around your face.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, sitting up and scooting off the mattress, disappearing around the corner of the bathroom door. The sound of water splashing in the sink fills the silence as you sit still, closing your eyes as the cogs in your brain begin to turn.

Oh god, you’d been so shameless tonight— you’d taunted him and he had made you fall apart and beg in return, bending to his every command. Sure, he had always been the dominant one in your rendezvous before, but tonight was different. He had been jealous, when he had no right to be. But is that why your heart is beating so quickly in your chest? Suddenly you’re anxious, overthinking as usual. This is just sex, right?

But then, why did you leave Shinsou’s side so quickly at the bar when Shouto had been the one to cancel on you? And then there was that, too— why had he just ditched his friends in the middle of boys’ night when it was the reason he cancelled on you in the first place? And he had clearly been furious at the thought of you spending the night with another man. Was it because he knew Shinsou? Or was it because he wanted to be exclusive with you?

Well, if he wanted to be exclusive friends with benefits, isn’t that the same thing as dating? Would he ever date someone like you? Wait, would you even be willing to date him? Do you want him to be your… boyfriend? Your eyes widen and a pink girlish blush emerges on your cheeks at the label. What are you, eight years old? Why do you feel so giddy at the possibility of him wanting you, for more than your body?

Shouto strolls out of the bathroom just in time to catch that embarrassing look on your face, but he only smiles sincerely at you and it makes you blush even harder. What the hell? You’re extra submissive for one night and now you’re thinking about your feelings for him? Wait, did you just admit you have feelings for him?

He clambers over to you in the middle of the bed, a washcloth draped on his slender finger. He leans down and pecks you like it’s no big deal, humming as his lips linger on yours just long enough to make you want more. Your body jumps at the feeling of the damp warmth the towel provides, but you relax as the feeling soothes your aching core.

“Was that okay? How do you feel, baby?” Shouto asks softly, watchful eyes gauging your expression as you look at him. “You seemed like you were enjoying yourself, but, I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You let out a breathless, mirthful chuckle at his concern, reaching out to put your hand on his strong arm. “No, I’m fine. And it was… great. Mind-blowing, actually,” you smile at him bashfully, hoping it was just as good for him.

Shouto’s eyes twinkle as he smiles back, nodding slowly. “It was, wasn’t it?” He helps you sit up, maneuvering you carefully off the bed and gesturing for you to use the bathroom.

After relieving yourself, you look at yourself in the mirror that hangs above the sink, vision falling on the massive bruise blossoming on your neck. You sigh when you inspect the purple mark, but when your gaze floats back to your face, you’re dumbstruck to find yourself grinning like a fool. Terror and thrill floods through you at the realization that if any other guy had left a mark this nasty on you, you’d be furious. And yet, having Shouto’s claim on you makes you feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.

Shit. Looks like you do want him to be your boyfriend.

You’re half expecting the reflection to show a stupid cartoon character with the way that your heart feels like it’s thumping out of your chest. Taking in a deep breath, you determinedly point at yourself in the mirror and breath out shakily, “You can do this.”

Exiting the bathroom, you return to find Shouto leaning against the headboard, the sheets pulled up to his waist and his fingers rubbing together awkwardly. His eyes on his lap, he almost looks anxious. But he notices your presence right away, peeling back the corner of the blanket and beckoning you to slide in.

Placing yourself stiffly on the side of the bed, you take in his confused expression. “I need to tell you something,” you say as steadily as possible. Man, that’s a scary sentence, even if you’re not on the receiving end.

Shouto’s lips part and he looks like he wants to say something, but he swallows whatever it was down and nods, his expression guarded. “I’m all ears,” he replies, placing his hand on the pillow in front of you.

With the spotlight on you, your throat feels dry as dirt, and you nervously shuffle, suddenly very conscious of your nakedness. “Um,” falls out of your mouth, anything to split the suffocating silence. Your palms are clammy, and your fingers delve into the folds of the sheets to hide your nerves. “I know this is gonna sound kind of lame, but… well, I um…” Shouto’s gaze is burning your face, your cheeks redder than ever as you will this humiliation to just end already. Sucking in another breath, the words blurt out of you. “I have feelings for you.”

The surprise on his features is unmistakable. All you can do is stare at him, frozen in uncertainty but strangely enough it feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest. A heavy one at that— one whose existence you refused to acknowledge until ten minutes ago.

“R-Really?” Shouto stutters, looking like he’s just seen a ghost with how wide his eyes are.

You aren’t sure how to take that response, but as soon as your gaze falls from his, his hand shoots out to latch onto your wrist. When you look back at him, a different emotion is painted over his face, one of… hope?

“I have feelings for you, too, Y/N,” he whispers, his own blush dusting over his cheeks. His eyes are soulful and hold nothing but candor and content.

Before you can process his words, his hands are rounding your waist and pulling your body toward his. A different kind of high bursts through you as his lips touch yours, joy storming through the both of you and warm, tingly static crackling between you. These kisses feel different— your heart feels like it’s about to pop, swelling with excitement and relief. Shouto begins to laugh against your lips, and the alluring sound infects you, too, as you join him with a giggle. The both of you are laughing at nothing in particular, but you don’t need a reason to let the noises of elation loose.

Once your laughter ceases, Shouto collects your chin in his hand and places a gentle kiss upon your grinning lips. When he pulls back, his eyes contain a wisp of that jealous fire that had consumed him only hours earlier, and he shoots you a mischievous smirk as he squeezes your ass playfully. “Do you think Shinsou could ever make you feel this good, angel?”

You roll your eyes, chuckling in exasperation at this man’s relentless, absurd envy. “Hmm,” you pretend to think for a moment before you lean closer to him, hands hung loosely around the back of his neck. “Shinsou? Never heard of him.”

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you reached the end!! thanks for reading this long ass fic lmao, i know it was an investment. I hope the ending was not too cringe, I usually just end my fics after the nut but I wanted to try something new :’) be sure to lmk if you enjoyed <3

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therealvalkyrie · 4 years ago

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Basil Part 1

Pairing/setting: Pro-hero!Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader

Summary: After bringing home Bakugou from a bar, you invite him to stay for breakfast.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of sex, soft bakugou, aged up characters

AN: I’m sending it lmao. Figured I’d just drop this and go to sleeb, then maybe I’ll find the motivation to finish the second part tomorrow. We shall see!! Don’t forget to come tell me what you think:) Be kind to yourself and others!! ~valkyrie

Something different wakes you this morning. The familiar presence of your cat, Tonic, curled next to your head on the pillow isn’t it, and it’s not your alarm. You crack open a heavy eye and close your dry mouth. Judging by the pale cloudless sky visible through the window, it’s not time for you to get up yet. Was it a noise? A neighbor? A dream? You try to think back on what you’d been dreaming about in your sleep, but the visuals get hazier by the second as you blink lazily. The urge to stretch and your body washes over you quietly, achingly, and you start to roll onto your right side, away from the cat, only to be prevented by a body across your waist. Alarm jolts through you as you glance down. A head of disheveled blonde hair nuzzled into your side greets your gaze. Then, as your eyes slide down the very naked body attached to the hair, you remember.

Oh. Right.

It’s the man from the bar. The one with striking eyes and an attitude problem who nevertheless charmed his way into your pants with drinks and well-timed wit. It’s the man who tucked you under his arm as you giggled your way out of the bar, made out with you in the back of the taxi, and fucked you until you couldn’t think straight. Bakugou Katsuki.

The memory brings a lethargic smile to your dry lips and a warmth to the rest of your body as you experimentally ghost your fingers down his naked back. He looks tranquil here, torso rising and falling easily in sleep, arm thrown over your stomach, and head using your underboob as a pillow. Your sheets are bunched around your tangled legs but you still feel comfortably warm from his body heat. He’s practically like a furnace, skin hot and slightly sweaty on yours.

Eventually, after staring at him through soft eyes for what should be an embarrassingly long time (but really, you can’t find it in yourself to be ashamed, not when he’d devoured your body with his eyes the night before), you stretch your arms as much as you can without disturbing him and reach for your phone on the bedside table. The screen lights up as you tug out the charging cord, displaying the time (6:13) and a flurry of notifications from your girls’ night group chat. Scrolling lazily through without bothering to open the app, you read the conversation in reverse while tracing gentle circles on Bakugou’s toned back:

carolina, 6:00: ferny have u been murdered in the night

carolina, 5:59: i am alive…………………….barely

Then, it’s arguments and teasing about another friend, Ichika, leaving with a “short ass man,” in Carolina’s words, and then confirmations of everyone arriving safely home. So you weren’t the only one who left with someone last night? It makes you feel better about abandoning your friends. It wasn’t that they couldn’t take care of themselves, more that nights out with your girls were few and far between, given your hectic schedules. You know they wouldn’t hold it against you, but you were looking forward to spending time with them. Scroll, scroll, scroll.

carolina, 00:46: we want details in the morn😈

Mei, 00:45: in that case, take your time sweaty😘

Mei, 00:44: WHAT THE FUCK????

ichika, 00:44: Ground Zero??

Of course they’d discuss this, thirsty whores, you think, grinning. You knew who he was the second he leaned up against the bar next to you with a cocky smile and a pick-up line; it’s not like you’re completely oblivious, unlike Mei, even if you don’t generally keep up with the latest pro-hero gossip. And he didn’t let you forget it, either. Fresh heat rises up your neck as echoes of last night ring in your mind.

“Say it, baby, who’s fuckin’ you so good?”

“Y-you are!”

“And who am I?”

“Ground Ze-ero!”

The ghostly feeling of his fingers digging into your hips makes your thighs twitch together.

ichika, 00:44: omg no way

Mei, 00:44: who?

carolina, 00:44: of course i saw, that was motherfucking bakugou katsuki!!!!!!

Mei, 00:43: y’all see that smokeshow she left with? we won’t be hearin shit until tmrw

carolina, 00:41: or don’t;) we know you’re occupied

ichika, 00:41: lmk when you get home safe, love!!

When you’re finally caught up, you open your phone and type out a clumsy response with one thumb.

Ferny, 6:18: was not murdered, promise i will give deets later

Ferny, 6:18: he’s still here uwu

A low, sleepy grunt pulls your gaze from your phone screen and onto Bakugou. He’s finally stirring, nose pressing into the pudge of your stomach and body twisting further into the sheets.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you murmur, locking your phone and tossing it back onto the nightstand.

His head jerks up and he looks momentarily caught off-balance, guarded, before he turns to look at your face and his expression softens.

“Mornin, beautiful,” he mumbles in a gravelly morning voice, pushing up the bed to press his lips to yours. Your cat mewls at the inconvenient shift in the pillow and brushes down your body to settle by your feet instead. Indulging for a moment in the soft glow of kissing him, your arms loop around his neck and his warm hand ghosts over your cheek, down your neck, across your clavicle. You let out a singular satisfied moan at the feeling of his bare chest against yours, then gently pull away.

“I have morning breath,” you complain with a pout. He only smirks devilishly.

“You taste alright to me,” he quips before sneaking another, faster kiss to your lips.

You squeal and push him back playfully with an indignant, “Bakugou!”

“Alright, alright,” he concedes defeat, flopping on his back next to you.

Finally, without his body practically pinning you to the mattress, you’re able to sit up and stretch satisfyingly. Your back gives a series of gratifying pops as you yawn and twist, and Bakugou makes an alarmed sound behind you.

“Jesus, you sound like fuckin bubblewrap! Is your back okay?”

“Oh, it’s fine! Always happens when I sleep funny.”

“I dunno, you should maybe get that checked out.”

“After coffee,” you agree noncommittally, then lean down to scoop Tonic from where he’d retreated on the end of the bed and extricate your legs from the tangle of sheets and blankets. “I just have to feed this little guy, and then I was thinking… breakfast? There’s a great bakery across the street.” You’re suddenly shy, voice breathier with the suggestion.

The protocol you usually employ for one night stands is simple: if you’re at their apartment, make your excuses and skedaddle before anything more intimate like food can happen; if they’re at yours, make your excuses and kick them out before they start doing weird shit to your kitchen. But Bakugou feels different. There isn’t an ounce of regret or shame or embarrassment when you think back on the previous night, and the morning already feels intimate, with its lazy kisses and easy banter. You wouldn’t mind spending more time with him, but you can’t tell if he feels the same. Or if he’s waiting for an excuse to leave and get back to his life.

“Let me make you breakfast,” comes the unexpected reply, and you twist to look at him, eyebrows arched in surprise at both the acceptance of your invitation and his willingness to cook for you. He must mistake it for doubt, though, because he looks suddenly defensive, brow creasing in a frown. “Hey, I can cook, get that dumb look off your face!”

“No, no, that’s not it,” you placate, leaning back and into his side while cradling Tonic to your chest. “I’d love for you to make me breakfast.” You press a kiss to his shoulder as he loops his arm around yours and grumbles something too quiet to hear. “It’s just,” you mumble into his skin, “I don’t have much in the way of a stocked pantry.”

“What do you mean?” You glance up to meet his perplexed gaze.

“I mean, my roommate travels a lot for work and he’s more of a cook than I am,” you explain, not missing the way Bakugou tenses when you mention your male roommate. But he doesn’t say anything, just blinks down at your cat who’s spilled from your arms and across his chest like an uncontainable liquid. “Sorry” —you wince, trying and failing to scoop him back towards you— “he’s very affectionate.”

“S’okay,” he mutters, blinking twice more before focusing back on you. “Let’s at least see what you’ve got, I could probably whip something up.”

You shrug. “Well, okay. Might be a challenge.” At this, he chuckles darkly and narrows his eyes.

“I love a challenge.”

You giggle and push up to sitting again, legs dangling over the edge of the bed and Tonic cradled to your chest. “Alright, Gordon Ramsey, let’s take a look.”

Sauntering over to your closet, you can feel Bakugou’s gaze on you until he stands up as well and starts casting around for his clothes from the previous night.

“Oh,” you start as you reach for a hoodie from the top shelf, dragging his eyes back to you. “If you want some clean clothes, my ex left some stuff that’d fit you.”

He makes a choked sound behind you, then clears his throat. “Uhm, no. Thank you.” It’s strained, and he doesn’t say how he’d rather get food poisoning than wear the clothes of another man who fucked you. The thought makes his skin feel tight and sends an unfamiliar rush of jealousy through him.

You only shrug. “Suit yourself.”

You dress in comfortable silence, trying not to steal glances at his incredible abs while you do it.

In the hallway, you point at a door, holding Tonic in your arms. “Bathroom’s through there, I think I should have a new toothbrush in the cupboard if you want. The kitchen’s this way, once you’re done.”

He grunts thanks and ducks through the door, flicking on the light switch as he goes.

It puts you slightly off-balance to be aware of someone else in your apartment as you feed Tonic and open up your living room curtains to let the morning sun stream in. You stand there for a moment, looking out over the city and willing your nerves to settle. You like Bakugou, you want him to stay. So just don’t fuck it up.

You hear the bathroom door close and take a deep breath.

In the kitchen, Bakugou stares at your empty cupboards and fridge for a long moment while you stand beside him, awkwardly rubbing your neck.

“What do you eat?” he barks in disbelief, turning to look at you like you’ve got two heads.

“Sunlight and water.”

“What?!”

“It’s my quirk! I, um, photosynthesize.” You cross the kitchen to one of your many plants, a large fern that spreads across half the wall. “Here,” you motion Bakugou over, kneeling down to touch the dirt in its planter. “Watch.”

Bakugou crouches next to you, a confused scowl still etched on his face, but nevertheless looks to where your fingers gently dig into the potting soil.

As you close your eyes and concentrate, pushing will out of your fingers, you feel the fern’s whole network of roots, stalks, and leaves, pulsing with the energy of life. Concentrating, you encourage it to flow towards you, splitting the dirt with a sprout. You allow a smile of satisfaction to split across your face when you hear Bakugou’s gasp of surprise when the sprout bursts into the air and unfurls.

You open your eyes to find his lips slightly parted in awe and his eyebrows raised where they’re normally pinched.

“I photosynthesize and make plants grow.” You lean forward to lightly stroke the little fern’s softly curling leaves. “I can still eat real food, though. It’s just cheaper to get some sun.”

Bakugou leans forward as well, one hand reaching hesitantly toward the fern.

“You did that?” He looks at you in awe.

You nod, smiling lightly. His eyes seem to search yours for a moment, then an air of contemplation crosses his face and he takes a breath.

“Can you do basil?”

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #boku no hero academia fanfic #my hero academia fanfic #female!reader #kissing #basil #valkyrie writes

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katsukikitten · 4 years ago

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Part one, no real warnings yet. Enjoy!

Bakugou's personal phone rings from the pocket of his hero costume for the umpteenth causing his skin to pop. All the while Kirishima allows his ruby gaze to fall over the hot head, having a good guess about just who is blowing up his phone. Worry snatches at Kirishima's heart for a moment forcing the question from his lips, even if it meant regretting it.

"Are you sure your mom is okay?" Bakugou freezes in his step, inclining his head to fix a garnet glare at his so called friend. He sucks in a breath to yell, body tense and in a fighting stance before his phone blares again.

"FUCK!" He shouts into the night with only Kirishima and the moon to hear. The trees swallow his frustration as he rips his phone from his pocket, answering it so harshly the LCD beneath the screen ruptures.

"What?! What the fuck do you want you God Damn hag?! I'm WORKING! Saving LIVES!" It had been a long time since he had called his mother hag, long enough there was silence on the other line for a moment.

Then much like her son she takes a deep breath and now Kirishima, the moon and the trees know why Mitsuki was calling at such a late hour. Kirishima sighs with relief nothing is so dire as life and death, although for Mitsuki it is.

"IF YOU DON'T BRING THIS GHOST OF A GIRLFRIEND OF YOURS I SWEAR TO KAMISAMI THERE WILL BE NO MORE NUMBER ONE HERO WHEN IM THROUGH WITH YOU. IM GETTING OLD I NEED FUCKING GRANDKIDS. THINK OF YOUR SWEET OLD FATHER HE AIN'T GETTING ANY FUCKING YOUNGER!"

"That's what this was about?! Ma for the last fucking time I don't-"

"You don't what? One of those hoes you sleep with has to like even your rude ass. Bring a decent one home." And with that Bakugou is left with the sound of three tones and a ringing in his ear. He grips the bridge of his nose, having no earthly idea of how to get his mother off of his back, let alone find a woman. The phone rings in his hand again, the screen filled with dead pixels and rainbow lines causing him hot to be able to see. Somehow it registers his touch as he goes from memory to answer.

"What you fucking hag?!" He screams into the receiver.

"Wow. Rude." You reply with a bite, "Just calling to tell you boss that I'm clocking out, dickhead."

"I-I thought you were my mom."

"Oh and that makes it better?" What an ass!

"Fuck you." He growls, looking at Kirishima's watch, "You're clocking out way too early."

"No, fuck you. I requested to be off by this time MONTHS ago. You can ask Eijirou-san, you approved it so he made the schedule accordingly." You quip, twirling one of your knives in your hands, "Besides I've been working waaay too long today. Oh and I found that perp hours ago."

"What the fuck?! Why didn't you tell me hours ago?"

"I fucking tried, you ignored my call. This was my third attempt." You slam the knife through the paperwork on your desk wishing it were the hot head's thigh. You rise as your eyes glance over the clock. If you didn't hurry this stupid phone call up, you were going to be late. You needed to sneak in before midnight.

"Still too early for you. Normally you want the OT." He bites, causing you to roll your eyes.

Gods you hated this guy.

"Yea, well tonight is different." You'd pay in the long run for leaving so soon but tonight was special. She asked you to be there the last time you saw her and you promised.

You never break a fucking promise.

"Some subordinate you are bitch face." He growls then an idea pops into his head.

Subordinate.

As in you reported to him, as in Bakugou Katsuki was your boss. And well you had to listen to your boss to some extent and he knew you needed money, you tell him day in and day out it's the only reason you would even dream to work with him.

Although he has no idea why you are so hard out for cash.

So he sets the bait, offering you a deal you can't refuse.

"Tomorrow is your planned day off right?"

"Yea what fucking of it?!"

"I've got a special mission for you-"

"No." You interrupt, already feeling the exhaustion of your seventy hour work week stacking up.

"You didn't even let me finish you ungrateful brat. It will be three times your pay for half a day's work. Cold hard cash." The other side of the line goes silent. Licking your lips you think over his offer, fuck, that would actually help get your head above water.

The light at the end of the tunnel.

If only you knew how dark this tunnel was going to be.

"Fine. I'll take your stupid fucking offer."

"Promise?" His voice sounds a bit different, a little bit of a tease to it, as if he knows something you don't.

"What are we in kindergarten. Yea I promise, fucking headass." With that you hang up, rushing down the steps of the agency building and into the cold air.

Your phone buzzes with a text

BakaBoss: Meet me at the agency, 11am sharp.

You roll your eyes, turning your phone to silent as you watch the nightly set of nurses do their normal routine. Barely making it in time for the security guard and head nurse to make their way outside by the one way back door for a smoke. Both too lazy to walk around to the front of the hospital, sticking a thin splintering wood block between the jam and the door, giving you easy access to the stairwell. When they were far enough away you slip into the door, sure to place the wood where they left it before climbing the stairs two at a time, racing the clock at the top half of the 11th hour. The janitor would have already mopped her floor and the only nurse on floor six was currently on the ground level half way through the small tobacco stick, she wouldn't be sticking her head into room 609 anytime soon.

You draw in a deep breath, collecting yourself and forcing back the tears as you picked the lock, a skill set that not only were you amazing at but the very same skill that landed you here.

And by here you mean stupid ass hero work all thanks to some "reforming" program by Izuku Miydoria. Still it was better than having to break out of jail in order to make cash, her bills weren't going to pay themself.

You stick a stolen credit card in between the door jab and the door, right at the locking mechanism, although you could break out of just about anywhere, this would be the faster method of escape.

"Hey, sis, I made it!" You say softly but with excitement, watching as she keeps her back to you. Her eyes wide from a mixed cocktail of chemicals and trauma, she stares out into the sky, counting the stars.

It would be one of those nights where she was too warped to tell you were there. With a sigh you sink onto her mattress. If you could even fucking call it that. It was more like a box spring with a fitted sheet over top of it, you were still figuring out how you could sneak a mattress in.

"I got you something." You say crawling to sit next to her cross legged, she turns to you and it's like looking in a mirror. Except one of you is covered in visible scars and the other is not. Hers are more than skin deep. Seeing her dull gaze never gets any easier, she stares through you for a long time before she does as she always does.

Lifting her hand gently to cup your cheek so her thumb can slide over your scar.

"How'd you get this?" Her voice is barely hers and it grabs a fist full of your guts pulling them downward. Everytime she asks that question you see the shine of a blade, a swipe of a strong hand and vision filled with blood.

Yours, there's but never hers. You like to tell yourself that's what counts but maybe you had a hand in breaking her.

You clear your throat, pulling a bag onto your lap.

"Nevermind that." You gently guide her hand away from your cheek and to her lap. When she makes no motion for the gift bag you force a smile as icy guilt collects in your chest.

"It's for our birthday silly! Can you believe we are 26 today?" You place the pillow on her lap and her hands slowly go to the plush material.

For a moment she has returned, flashing you a smile as she pushing into the soft material before she flickers out again. Like a light with just enough current to wink in and out of existence.

Time passes and the clock strikes midnight, white clad shoes stomp against the polished floor signaling it was time to leave.

"I'll try to see you soon okay?" You lean over kissing her hairline before grabbing at the old, flat pillow. Shoving it into the gift bag as you silently bound the room. Pushing the door open slightly as you slip the stolen card into the back pocket of your black jeans. With that you are down the hall and through the backdoor without raising any sort of alarm as usual.

Suddenly your phone weighs heavy in your pocket as you think of what kind of stupid errand that asshole was going to put you on. The stolen card sings in your pocket, begging to be used. So you slip into a bar to give it a good use.

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A blaring alarm yanks you from the bed in a sweating panic. Knife instinctively slashing the air before you send the blade into yet another digital alarm clock. Falling back into the mattress for just a moment's peace.

That peace doesn't last long once you show up at the agency. If anything is sours as you see Bakugou leaning against the bright white brick and in civilian clothes no less.

"What's this?" You pick at his black dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his banded forearms. He's paired it with a pair of black jeans, one knee ripped. Oddly it looks good together. Not overly dressed nor too dressed down. His vermilion eyes glide over your figure in your black body con hero suit. He sucks his teeth, hating this next part.

"Called clothes dumbass. Speaking of we need to get you something fitting."

"For what? What exactly is this 'mission'?"

"I'll debrief you later. Right now we need to get you new clothes." You laugh in his face before your rich expression turns deadly

"With what money?"

"Calm down, it's my treat Princess." He says with satire, the name sits odd on his tongue and even more odd in your stomach. He snatches at your wrist, "Come on before the stores get crowded and we get noticed."

You find yourself in a shop filled with dresses and fancy blouses. All of which you hate. Bakugou seems to hate them too, too guady for his taste. Still he shifts through the soft silks because he knows his mother will love it.

"Oi, you can't find a single decent thing here? I thought women loved shopping."

"Yea for shit we like asshole." You hiss to him, having only found a pair of dark blue jean's.

"Heh." He scoffs, rolling his eyes until he finds the perfect top. It looks decent and it could be your style. The one thing he learned about being undercover was to not stray too far from what looked natural or from the truth.

"Put this on. While I find a necklace." He shoves the silky top into your hands and you look at the price tag. Suddenly anxiety burns in the soles of your feet soaring up to close your throat.

"Bakugou. This is too much." Katsuki stops to glance over his shoulder, this is the first time you've used his name since he hired you three years ago. He sees your hand gripping at your bicep and he watches the rare tell sign that you're nervous as you chew on one of the scars that creeps onto your lip. He comes up to you, closer than he ever has been before, your senses flood with spiced caramel.

"Oi." His voice is smooth, almost soft as he touches a ringed index finger to your forearm. You fixate on the shining black ring and your old habits have you thinking of six different ways to get it off of his finger. The thought soothes you as much as his voice surprisingly does.

"I said I'm buying, remember you brat?" The teasing returns back to his voice before it turns gruff, "Now go change to make sure I like it. I'll be back in a second."

A woman unlocks a small dressing room for you and once inside you hold your breath. Counting as you remind yourself that you cannot and will not steal anything of value while your boss was here.

If you were any other person you would tap this Prohero's account dry, really rack up that platinum card you know sat in his wallet and sell the clothes marked up for a profit later.

But even as much as you hated Bakugou, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Instead you slip into the the outfit adjusting yourself this way in that as the neckline says enough without saying too much. The jeans curving against your figure in such a way doing as good as a job as your hero suit. You keep your steel toed boots as you step into the small hall with the three mirrors. As you turn this way and that Bakugou appears behind you, almost earning a knife to his gut. He forces the silver blade away before pulling out a necklace from a bag he just bought. The gold chain is dainty, going through the top of the garnet making it seen as if it were a suspended droplet of blood.

It marches the eyes that roll over you as he takes a step back before his harsh mouth breathes out a word.

"Fuck."

Instantly it kills your mood as your lip pulls back over sharp teeth.

"Tsk. It's not that bad, God how do you get any pussy." You grumble, smoothing down the black blouse.

"No, dumbass. You look...you look perfect." He stares into your eyes through the mirror, his smile growing wider as they wander over your scars and finally land onto that minimalistic drop pendant necklace.

Over something you've never been able to have, something you always had to swipe from an unsuspecting neck and then pawn.

"Now. I'm going to tell you here, in this store of crowded people so you don't cause a scene."

"What?!" Anger already begins to bubble in your blood. The blades that kiss your flesh start to scream for relief.

"From now on you have to pretend to be my girlfriend. Paparazzi are starting to swarm outside of this fucking boutique and my mom follows this particular trash tabloid since they love to use me as click bait. You just have to make it through dinner tonight and if shit goes south I'll pay you even more."

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boom-bakugou · 5 years ago

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‘The Three Times’ — Keigo Takami (Hawks)

A/N: had this one on my mind for a while, hope it made you as sad as it made me

Pairings: Hawks x GN!Reader

Warnings: angst, slight smutty themes, mentions of blood, slight stalker Hawks

Summary: There were 3 times each when you and Hawks really thought of each other after your breakup.

Word Count: 3.4k

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The first time Hawks thought of you was 6 months after your relationship ended. His fingers brushed tightly through some random person’s hair as their kiss became ragged. Spurred on by alcohol and their combined sex drive. But as they stumbled up to his apartment, lips locked together as if the alcohol called for it. Something just- didn’t feel right. He couldn’t understand if it was the multiple drinks that they had but he couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong.

Yet as he lay over them on his bed, readying himself to take off their clothes. Hawks stopped himself. His eyes glazing over the person beneath his body.

“I’m really sorry I can’t do this uh-“ Hawks’ usual cocky demeanour dissipated. “I think I’m too drunk.”

But his mind was completely sober. His near fuck-buddy annoyed at the disappointment gathered their scattered items and made their way out of the apartment complex with pity money for a cab from Hawks as an apology.

Plagued by his own mind, he couldn’t think of why he couldn’t follow through with it, stripping himself to go to bed as if stripping back layers of himself to figure out his troubles. Before he pinpointed it. The person beneath him wasn’t you. Laying on his king size bed he couldn’t help but still catch the smell of you on the other side, not daring to touch it since you had both ended things.

Why couldn’t he bring himself to sleep there? Even if he awoke in the middle of the night and was the slightest bit too far over on the other side he’d always move. Why couldn’t he bring himself to sleep with someone else in your bed? No, it was his bed; no one else lived with him. Why did he still reach out only to be met with cold covers?

It wasn’t that serious. He told himself. Yes you two had fun, were intimate, became each other’s best friend but it was better to be apart. Hawks knew he was holding you back and the pressure of keeping a partner and being a pro-hero at a tumultuous time wasn’t a good plan.

He hadn’t even realised the shirt that he’d put on to wear to bed that night was one of your favourites on him. Always saying it was the comfiest to lie on. You promised that’d be the one shirt you’d never steal because you preferred it on him. Hawks couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought, out loud, in his empty bedroom, looking at how your side of the bed still had traces of the way that you slept.

The first time you thought of him was 8 months after your relationship ended. At your agency, you watched him on the tv in your office as he was part of an interview. You didn’t even notice it was him at first, flicking through paperwork. You didn’t notice the interviewers announce his name or the cadence of his voice. It wasn’t until you heard your own name that your eyes were soon glued to the flat screen.

“So how do you feel about Y/N and their new agency? It must be nice to see your ex-sidekick flourish and make their way up and up the hero charts!” The host didn’t mean any malice from it, but you could see the shock and hurt in his eyes hidden behind his signature smile.

No one knew, no one even at his old agency knew about the two of you secretly dating. But the two of you knew about how work and relationships didn’t particularly coincide. Hawks chuckled, before he began his sentence. The inner cogs turning within him plastered on his face, his charming features that you knew so well.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m happy for the kid. Wish we kept in contact more often though.”

He did not want to talk about it. It had hurt you both for it to end it, but you were holding each other back right? You didn’t want to be a side-kick forever, and heroes dating got messy. Tabloids plastered with paparazzi photos. You didn’t want your image ruined before you’d even begun.

“You don’t keep in contact that often? But you two were so close!” The host’s voice was cheerful, trying to keep the smooth pace of the interview going as it had moments prior. Hawks was made for TV, loved by many. Seeing this talk-show was stuttering, you’d never seen him so quietly distraught on camera.

“Just hero work I guess. Keeps everyone busy!” He retorts playfully which makes the crowd laugh, and you yourself can’t help but crack a smile. He could work the camera like magic, but you couldn’t help but see the cut where his face turned into a solemn frown. He was so civil about the breakup. He couldn’t miss you now of all times right?

The TV had cut to an ad-break and you busy yourself with paperwork again. You didn’t really want to think about him, the caress of his fingers, the way his morning voice said your name in his own cadence, the breakfasts he’d make for you the times you’d stayed at his apartment.

No. No more Keigo. So you plunged yourself back into your paperwork and lost all thought of your ex-lover.

The second time Hawks thought of you was a year after your relationship ended. Days off never came to him easily, but craving a sense of normalcy at least for one day was allowed. Stopping by his favourite coffee shop was the easiest way to feel normal for him, order the same drink, sit in the same window seat and people watch. Except today, someone was in his seat.

Taking a chair a few spaces down from the girl at the window table, it took him a few moments to recognise her before placing two and two together.

“Hey you’re uh- Y/N’s sidekick right?” Hawks asks, the girl turns her head to him before looking at him in shock, almost spitting out her drink and spilling the other cup that she had with her.

“Uh- y-yes uhm and you’re Hawks oh god hello-.” She stuttered, he reached his hand over to let her shake it which she happily obliged.

“So, how’s it working at big pro hero Y/N’s agency?” Hawks sipped at his coffee, preparing to hear about all he’s missed out on- well, avoided. Her demeanour almost reminded him of you when you just started, a big fan of his looking to do more and be better for the better of everyone around you. She took a sip of her own drink, trying to compose herself before she formulated an answer.

“It’s a dream come true! I’ve been a big fan of Y/N ever since they were at your agency.” She smiles. My agency, he thought. Seems like eons ago.

“I’m sure you’ve heard a lot of stories from them.” Hawks chuckles, before looking he noticed her rather solemn expression. Her eyes drifting down from his to look at the coffee lip over the opening of her disposable cup.

“Not really, they don't talk much about the old agency which is upsetting- I’d really like to know what it was like!” She was so enthusiastic, so bright. Just like you when you’d become his sidekick. He hoped that he hadn’t ruined that spark when you left the agency. Taking his eyes back to the second cup, his heart sank a little before directing his attention to your sidekick; trying his best to keep his savvy cool aura around him.

“Are you two out on patrol today?” He tried to ask as nonchalantly as possible, not to seem prying. He hadn’t heard anything about you really for little over a year, why didn't you two keep in contact? It wasn’t like you agreed never to speak to one another again.

“Yeah! But we have an hour before we start so they’re meeting me here and got me to grab them their favourite before we head off.” She gestured to the other cup that sat next to her own. “They’ll only be a few minutes, do you wanna stay and talk to them?”

The tone in her voice was that of an excitable fan girl although she did her best to tone it down. Hawks’ mind raced at the thought, seeing you now; not just as he flicked over TV channels and newspaper articles on his phone. Or even how his favourite coffee place that he used to take you to was now your favourite, and you hadn’t bumped into each other here once.

“I gotta get running, I have some errands to do.” Hawks picked up his cup and went to walk off before adding. “Tell the kid… I hope they’re doing good.”

And with that he was off, sitting atop the rooftop next to the cafe, awaiting you to walk inside. He only got a brief glimpse and you didn't notice his presence but, after a few moments he saw you return outside. Hiding behind the lip of the roof so you couldn’t see behind, Hawks saw you lift your head up. Your hand shielding your eyes as you looked to the sky for him. When you had no avail you headed back inside to enjoy the rest of your break.

They wanted to see me. He mused.

The second time you thought of him was a year and a half after your relationship ended. The deafening sounds of plates smashing as your then boyfriend threw them about. Anger poisoning your veins.

“It’s not my fault that I get called away for work!” You seethed. Trying your best to not follow suit with him, your feet kicking away shards. You see him lift another mug, using your arms to shield your face as it shatters to the ground. It was one of your favourites, but you never remembered why.

“God you act like you’re all high and mighty that you’re a hero and that you save lives every day.” His hands bled from fractures slicing back up into his skin, collateral damage. You looked at the man you once loved, his face contorted with jealous vexation.

“I am not high and mighty! I just believe in what I do! There’s a difference between the two, dipshit!” You couldn’t even work like a hero right now with him, not being able to help but only bite back. You tried your best to make your way in between the cupboard full of the rest of your dining-ware before he smashed anything else.

“HAH you’re so full of yourself, you’re like that dumb hero you used to work for… Hawks is it?” The name caught you by surprise, like ice being pressed to the back of your neck. It was as if a ghost had left his lips. “Just as fucking arrogant and cocky as that cocksucker on tv,”

“Get out.” You mutter, your eyes surveying the mess on the floor. The pieces of broken china looked like islands among a wooden sea, a beautiful nonsensical mess.

“What?”

“You heard what I said, now get out!” Your eyes shot back up to him, filled with absolute malice. The timbre of your voice elevated as your shoes stood on pieces of the plates, cracking beneath your heavy stomp.

He hurried his way out, not another word leaving his lips. The slam of the door didn’t even make you jump. You didn’t know what to feel. Shuffling debris from beneath you with your feet, you kneel on the hardwood floor of your kitchen. Digging away at what had been lost during the fight. Some were little things like plates you found at antique stores or ones that had a chip in it after you’d opened the cupboard door to quickly. Yet one stood out to you.

In a pool of shattered red pieces was where your favourite cup had been rendered to smithereens. Taking each piece, you tried your best to regain your memory of why it meant so much to you. Until it hit. The day you got the mug was the day that Hawks had first kissed you. After a tricky situation involving a villain and a ceramics shop. He and you had been on a few dates prior to the mission, and after all was said and done the owner of the shop gave it to Hawks who then bestowed it to you, before pressing his lips to yours.

Rummaging your way through the pieces trying best not to cut yourself, you find that the bottom of the cup had been split into two, reuniting the pieces you see the faint ‘Hawks x’ painted on the bottom. It had worn away with time but you still saw it. His distinct handwriting, it always looked different when he wore his gloves which must’ve been how he’d written it then. It was a shame you’d have to get rid of it now.

The third time Hawks thought of you was 4 years after your relationship ended. How could he have missed it. It was all every newspaper wrote about, all every television talk show chattered on to their audiences to, every social media post upon his dashboard.

You were getting married.

Hawks balled his fists in frustration, the leather of his gloves creating a shrill noise which only fuelled his sadness. But why was he upset in the first place? He hadn’t seen you properly in the flesh for at least 4 years now, not heard you breathlessly say his name as you clung to his sheets, not heard you hum songs in his shower as you got ready for the morning, not smelt your sweet aroma that made him feel like home.

He knew he shouldn’t be thinking like this, it was all some crazy possessive idealisation that his mind had come up with just because it could. But his throat couldn’t help but go sour as he thought of you in another person’s arms. No one had really made him feel like everything was right, not those half excuses for a relationship he’s had over the past few years, not the one night stands nor the dates his friends tried to set him up. Nothing was as perfect as you were.

You were everything, the moon and it’s pull, the stars and their shine. And what did he do? Throw it away because he was scared and he’d convinced you that it’d be better for you too. How could he be so stupid? How could he have everything in the palm of his hand and let it slip away. He had to see you, just once. Before he could never have you again.

Taking flight in the pitch black, Hawks did his best to research where you were living now. Not in that old cozy place you once had, you were a pro-hero now, able to buy yourself way better. Settling himself on a rooftop near the new and improved apartment complex you lived in, Hawks kept an eye for any movement before he saw you in your window.

You looked as beautiful as the day he met you, clad in only some shorts and a T-shirt, you sipped out of a mug. Watching the bustling city below you. When the hot substance steamed up the window you’d wipe it off, allowing yourself to have the perfect view of the streets. The way the city lights lit you up made his heart swell, everything about you was utterly perfect. He only wished that you were drinking out of that old mug that he had given you all those years ago.

Taking him out of his trance were two strong arms wrapping around you, frightening you momentarily. You looked shocked, nearly dropping the cup. Hawks stood on the ledge of the building, flaring his wings as he prepared himself to jump into action. Yet you turned around and giggled, placing your lips upon your soon to be husband. He recognised their face and blonde hair- another hero. But it’d been years since Hawks last cared about the hero listings. He couldn’t even tell the hero’s name.

His heart sank as you placed the mug down on the window sill, wrapping your arms around your fiancé and dancing around the living room together. Hawks could hear the soft music playing in the background, the man spinning you around. Watching as your hair danced through the twirl with you, he closed his eyes and tried to remember what it felt like to run his fingers through it. Waking up to it tickling his nose, pushing it out of your face behind your ear; he missed the little things.

Opening his eyes again, he was met with the curtains shut. The final goodbye. He stood himself up properly, not worrying about being spotted before taking out his phone and searching for local shops that open earliest in the morning.

The third time you thought of Hawks was 4 years after your relationship ended. Your engagement ring dazzled in the fluorescent lights of your office, you couldn’t help but stare at it. It had taken so many years to find the one but you finally had it, being successful in your career and your love life. Everything was falling exactly into place. Before you could admire your finger any longer there was a knock at your door.

“Hello Y/N? These were delivered for you.” Your secretary brings a tied gift bag and leaves it on your desk, quickly scurrying out as she always had a mountain of workload to do.

You looked at the decorative paper carefully. You knew it couldn’t be anything inconspicuous as all deliveries into hero agencies had to go through rigorous testing before even being allowed into the building. You assumed it was something you might’ve ordered a while back that had finally arrived so you delicately began to peel back the tissue paper.

Beneath was a bouquet of your favourite flowers in a quaint but beautiful small vase. Amongst the sea of flowers was a card held by a stick which you plucked out to read, expecting something from your soon-to-be spouse.

It’s always gonna be you kid. - Hawks x

You swear your heartbeat stopped, retaking your seat at your desk. You reread the simplistic words on the card over and over as if they’re gospel and you can’t help but feel the pang of tears in your eyes and in the back of your throat. Placing it upon your desk you shut your eyes, you hadn’t thought about your feelings for your old boss in years. It sounds so silly, but maybe he buried feelings too. But that was long gone. You had moved on, you were happy. You were settling. Settling.

Still, you opened the bottom drawer of your desk and reached beneath a couple of old files to bring out an old memory. The bottom of an old mug glued back together so you could once again read the inscription of Hawks’ name.

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utakoi · 4 years ago

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The Answer

Pairing: Yandere!Pro-hero!Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shoto’s constant affection towards you suddenly stops one day and you’re not sure if you’re entirely happy about it.

Warnings: smut !!18+ ONLY!!, yandere themes, Stockholm syndrome, dubcon, cursing

Inspo Playlist: I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys // Control - Doja Cat // begin again - Purity Ring

A/N: super rusty, but hey, gotta start somewhere, hope y’all enjoy :)

You’ve gotta admit that you’re a little impressed with Shoto Todoroki’s seemingly endless amounts of patience.

No matter how much you kicked, screamed, or bit, your captor never raised his voice or tried to fight back. Your first thought was that he was a masochist, secretly enjoying how you clawed at his skin whenever he was close and called him every name in the book.

However, you’d catch a flicker of sadness in his eyes whenever you rejected his affectionate advances, but it would go away so quickly that you questioned if you ever even saw it at all.

Despite your obvious hostility toward him, Shoto was never deterred from trying to smother you with his love. It was awkward oftentimes to the point you wondered if he’s had any sort of experience in the field of romance, but nonetheless, he tried.

The way he’d clumsily pull you into a hug and try to whisper sweet nothings in your ear could almost be called endearing. When he first called you his “sweet little sugar love,” you couldn’t stifle a giggle. Come on, calling you his “sweet little sugar love” in such a deep and monotone voice? He must have used it as a joke to get any type of positive reaction from you. However, considering how he only looked at you with a confused expression when you laughed, you were sure that he meant it seriously. After that, he seemed to call you overly cheesy pet names more and more just to get you to smile again. (They worked more times than you’d like to admit.)

Still, you just couldn’t forget the fact that he ripped you away from your ordinary life and forced you into a relationship with him. So, over and over again, you’d refuse his loving gestures, and over and over again, Shoto would just keep showing you how much he loves you.

And then he just stopped.

It wasn’t all that sudden, moreso like a gradual decline over time.

Less touches, less words exchanged, less time spent with you… until he just left you alone a majority of the day. His hero duties would already ensure you having some alone time, but he’d usually try to sneak in a good morning kiss before leaving and immediately smother you with cuddles upon returning home. Now, he just goes off without a word and sleeps on the couch rather than sharing the bed with you.

You were happy about it, grateful even. Sure, Shoto still left you locked in the house with no means of escape, but you felt like you could actually fully relax without dreading that his presence will soon invade your personal bubble.

You could roam around the house. You could read a book. You could go down to the kitchen to have a snack.

All without Shoto by your side.

But… it felt strange somehow. You reasoned with yourself that it may just be because you haven’t felt at ease in so long that it felt foreign to truly feel relaxed. You also considered that you had some slight paranoia, making conspiracy theories that Shoto’s finally done with your behavior and is just giving you a short period of peace before taking you to hell for acting so horribly towards him.

None of those ideas seemed right, though.

All you knew for sure was that the feeling didn’t sit well with you.

// // // // // //

The uncomfortable feeling is now at an all time high as you stare at Shoto’s sleeping face. Once again, he chooses to sleep on the couch instead of sharing the bed with you. You wonder why. His legs have to be bent quite a bit in order for his body to fit on the couch and his head is propped up so high on the throw pillow that you’re certain he has neck pain every morning.

How long has it been since he’s avoided you like the plague? A month or two? You stopped keeping count after the first few weeks.

For a while, you haven’t seen Shoto at all. Slipping by the door in the morning and only coming back at late hours of the night, it’s almost like you’re living with a ghost. The only pieces of evidence he’d leave that proves he was ever home are chopsticks and an empty bowl waiting in the sink to be washed.

Looking at his sleeping face has somehow become a nightly routine for you. You’re not sure when or how it started. It just… did. You tried to stop yourself when you realized what you were doing, but you found it impossible to sleep without watching him for just a bit.

Your little routine concerns you, but not as much as you know it should. That’s what really scares you.

“What- what are you doing?”

You tense a little upon hearing Shoto’s raspy voice. You haven’t heard it in a while, that is, if you don’t count the times you’d hear his voice during interviews while watching television.

“I was... Just checking on you.”

His heterochromatic eyes widen a little, clearly surprised by your response. His usual stoicness returns, however, and he rises off the couch wordlessly to stand in front of you. He reaches a hand out, but he hesitates and eventually retracts it.

The uncomfortable feeling in you intensifies slightly.

“It’s late. You should go to be-”

“Are you mad at me?”

Both of you are caught off guard at what tumbles out of your lips. It doesn’t take long before more words escape you.

“You- I haven’t seen you in so long. I thought- I thought that you were finally done with me. God, you w-woudn’t even say bye t-to me before you left for work and- fuck, I- I just…”

You’re sure that you’re rapidly spitting out so many words that Shoto can’t even keep up with what you’re saying. Hell, you don’t even know what you’re saying yourself. It isn’t until you feel Shoto’s hands cup your face gently that you stop. One of his thumbs brush against your cheek, smearing something wet on it. You realize that you were crying while you rambled.

Shoto’s lips open and close, almost like a fish gasping when dragged onto land. Perhaps it’s because he’s still groggy from having woken up, but your gut tells you that he’s actually just choosing his words carefully.

“Were… Why are you upset?”

Your mind reels at his question. Is that how you’re feeling? Upset? No, that’s not right, not completely.

But if Shoto is right with his assumption, then why? Why are you upset? Well, wouldn’t anyone be upset because they were suddenly kidnapped? But then, that begs another question that you’re not ready to think about, or, rather, a question that you’ve refused to acknowledge:

Why doesn’t the thought of being freed from Shoto make you happy anymore?

“I…” You mumble. Your mind is screaming at you not to answer him, but… you just can’t endure the emotion bubbling up in your chest anymore. Saying it out loud should make you feel better. Giving in would make you feel so much better.

Finalizing your decision and shushing the nagging voice in your head, you look straight into Shoto’s eyes.

“I miss you, Shoto.”

With that, you lean forward and press your lips against his. When he gasps in shock, you take advantage of it and dart your tongue inside his mouth. Groaning into the kiss, you can feel his hands move from your face to your waist, gripping your body closely to his.

“You- Did you miss me?” You ask breathlessly once you pull away. Shoto gives you a rare smile and even a soft chuckle.

“You have no idea how much I longed for you.”

Soon after his response, his lips attach to your neck, sloppily licking and biting at the sensitive skin. Meanwhile, one of his hands wander downwards to cup your sex, rubbing slowly at your clothed opening. You cry out and buck your hips, prompting another chuckle from him.

“Needy for me already, my baby? I can feel your pussy dripping on me, even through these shorts of yours.”

The new nickname he gives you sends shivers down your spine. Since when did he learn how to talk dirty so well?

“I can’t believe I lasted so long not touching you, and now, you’re the one coming to me, admitting you miss me…”

His hands tug down your shorts, falling and pooling around your feet.

“And you’re not wearing panties, either? You must have wanted this so bad, baby. I wonder how many times you’ve gone to bed, hoping that I’d join you and fuck you during your sleep.”

Shoto plunges one of his fingers into your hole, pumping it slowly. Simultaneously, his thumb rises a little to place pressure on your clit. You mewl and grip onto his shoulders, digging your nails into them.

“Wh-why didn’t you?” You manage to ask coherently before he adds a second finger inside you, scissoring them slightly. You almost think that Shoto ignores your question, but eventually, he moves away from suckling at your neck and makes eye contact with you.

“Because I knew that once I put distance between us, you’d realize how much you needed me.”

For a split second, the voice in your head appears again.

He manipulated you.

He conditioned you to yearn for his affection.

He planned everything out.

Yet, as you can feel the lingering sting of Shoto’s lovebites on your neck and his thick fingers slowly bringing you to the edge, you can’t help but not care. All that matters now is that Shoto was right in front of you and he isn’t going to leave you ever again.

“Shoto… Please, I need more. I need you.” You whimper. He wastes no time in pushing you to lay on the couch and cage your body in his. Once he tugs down the waistband of his pants, you gulp at his size.

His erection’s red tip beads with precum.

“Ready, my lovely baby?”

You nod, eagerly spreading your legs as much as you can. Slowly, Shoto’s dick enters you inch by inch, stretching you more and more. Your head tips back, overwhelmed at how absolutely full he makes you feel.

“Ngh, you’re so tight, so wet. I love you, baby, I love you so much…” Shoto leans forward fully, your chests pressing against each other. Rocking against you, he whispers endless amounts of praise about how perfectly you take his cock and how wonderful you make him feel. You just moan, far too lost in pleasure to say anything clearly.

As the both of you grow closer to the edge, his thrusts inside you become less gentle, turning into a frantic rut.

“Cum together with me, ok, baby? I need you to be a good girl and cum with me. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes, I can, Shoto!”

Soon after, you feel yourself reach your high, your walls clamping down on him as much as they can. Shoto follows suit, managing one more thrust before cumming.

Once you come down, the realization that he had just cum inside you hits. Both of your hands come to rest on your stomach.

“Is something wrong, my sweet little sugar love?’

You meet Shoto’s eyes, looking down at you with what you can only describe as pure adoration. You simply smile and raise one of your hands away from your belly to run through his dual colored hair.

“No, nothing at all.”

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #bnha imagines #bnha smut #mha smut #mha imagines #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #tw stockholm syndrome #tw dubcon

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Clean-up in Aisle 4 (Will Miller x GN reader blurb)

Summary: a grocery store meet-cute with Will. Little bit of fluff, mainly angsty.

Author’s note: First time writing Will. Super quick one but hope you like it. Helps a lot if you know Will’s canon from the movie. You can read-up here if you wanna. Told you I was in Triple Frontier feels tonight!

Warnings: vague but thematic mentions of prior trauma related to military service and PTSD / anxiety themes, though nothing in-depth / graphic. Swearing.

GIF: @will-grammer

The first thing you noticed about the man was the broadness of him. Wide shoulders, leading down to a nipped-in waist. You weren’t ogling. Really. It was simply hard to miss, since you nearly drove your cart into his back, the brick wall of a man coming to a sudden, dead halt in front of you as you each approached the grocery store.

The second thing you noticed, as you huffed out air and scooted your cart around him, was the way his hands white-knuckled as they wrapped -achingly tight- around the handle of his own cart, the tension extending into his forearms and along the veins of his straining biceps.

The third thing, causing you to fully abandon your intended pursuit of a passive aggressive side-eyeing, was his ashen expression; the way his gaze fixed unerringly on the sliding, automatic doors as though they were the gates to hell and he was deathly afraid to enter. You saw then that the tension extended all then way through the chords of his neck, into his chiselled jaw, which was covered in a scruff of blond beard.

You’d seen that look before. Seen it on others in the field; and out of it. Had seen it plenty when you looked in the mirror too. It looked like trauma, raw and exposed and bile-inducing, and the recognition had the words rising out of your throat before you could stop them.

“Hey, are you okay?” you had asked casually, in a cooling voice as you lined your cart up side-by-side with his.

It was reflex by now. You had seen too many comrades freeze in the face of danger - and in your experience, freezing near-always led to sub-optimal outcomes. Perhaps that’s why you felt a personal responsibilty to shock him back to life. He seemed stuck. He seemed like he needed a push, like that damn cart.

The man’s eyes - hazel centred and fringed with a piercing yet muted blue - flicked fiercely towards you, and the hint of volatility made you very suddenly take note of his size and latent strength, your body’s fight or flight response firing as he appeared to take a little unkindly to the interruption.

Of course, you stood your ground. You always do. It’s a bad habit of yours.

His eyes softened, however, just a little, as he clocked gentle concern rather than confrontation in your own, and he self-consciously shuffled from foot to foot, his heavy combat boots seeking surer-footing on the paving; quite literally grounding himself.

Oh, he’s definitely military this one. You recognised that too in the way he moved. In the habits ingrained in his body.

Still, you saw the rush of panic fleeting across his eyes as he ignored you and fixed his stare back on the threshold of the store. It might have looked like nothing -a simple line to cross- but you knew all too well how the smallest of lines could be something much bigger; a marker, a milestone, a hurdle.

It seemed hard for him. And if it seemed hard, and he was still here, trying, then you were damn sure it seemed important too.

You had noticed the ticks in his body then too. He tapped his boot and his fingers on the handle, almost as if he was counting. Counting-up or counting down to something, you were not sure.

“Afraid to go in?” you had asked him gently, devoid of any mocking.

“I had a bad experience here...” he had told you, his voice a deep, drawling, painfully empty baritone.

He told you this much, though he was not sure why or how he even began to speak. Why or how he looked at you. He was not sure either, why he was unable to continue speaking.

He was a speaker by profession, wasn’t he? He had repeated his story often enough as part of his motivational speeches, and yet, the words died in his throat now.

Cart. Blacked-out. Choked. Almost...

His hands tightened their grip on the cart, just like they had tightened...

“Hmm,” you acknowledged, chewing on your lip as you digested the new information.

“Well. Me too,” you admitted, as his eyes segued back to those double doors, bumping open and closed as his proximity continually reactivated the sensors. “It was bad. My shorts had split clean in half right down the ass-crack and no-one thought to tell me. Some of the clerks still call me Cheeky to this day.”

The incident you spoke of was painfully true, and at least mildly cheering, you thought, but the man barely registered it. At least, not initially. He took a moment, still staring, still counting, but then he looked at you with a reluctant and pained amusement that evidently took him by surprise.

Now, he saw you. His eyes gave you the once over.

You were not what he was expecting. That story wasn’t what he was expecting. He wasn’t expecting...

“Wait, what?”

Letting your mouth draw open into a smile, effortlessly holding his attention now, you had pressed on with your distraction.

“Split right up the ass-crack. Mortifying. So... I could use the company, if you’ll brave it with me?” You had nodded your head towards the double doors, and you had shifted your cart to casually bump his. “We could go together?”

The man had simply stared at you, and you had patiently waited for his response. The muscles in his jaw had twitched, tendons slipping over bone. He was frozen still; that is, until you had politely nodded and started to move away from him, with a sincere, “Take care of yourself, man.”

“Hey, wait up,” he had called as you moved ahead of him, and you threw your head over your shoulder to humourously inspect the seat of your pants.

“Shit, why, is my ass out again?” you had laughed, and Will tentatively laughed with you, following you into the store; crossing his personal boundary.

It was hard, and it was important.

You had waited for him to catch-up with a soft smile, proud of the man although you did not know him yet, and this time he had drawn his cart to a halt alongside yours.

“Your ass is not out,” he had promised. “Shit. Not that I was looking. I just, uh. Shit. I could actually use the company?”

“Sure,” you had nodded, without judgement, and you had stayed closely by his side on your usual, winding route around the store.

You had tried your best to cheer him and distract this stranger, and even earned a few smiles as you engaged him in meaningless conversation.

Then, the man had paused at the mouth of a particular aisle and stared turbulently into the vacant space there, face and body pulled taut as if replaying an unpleasant memory. He was about to abandon his cart, you thought. About to leave you with a hanging apology he in no way owed you about how he wasn’t ready for this.

It was important, but perhaps it was still too hard.

However, instead, you had blitzed into the centre of the aisle and trampled over his ghosts, barraging all of his memories out of the way as you shifted armfuls of dog food into your cart with a clatter.

He had swallowed thickly, his hands stuffed into his pockets, until you shot him another soft smile.

“You have a dog,” he observed tentatively, consciously tearing himself away from the past. Counting the seconds; his breaths, his heartbeats, the cans of dog food. Moving forward.

“I do. He’s the goodest boi. He even has medals of honour.”

The man tips his mouth into a lop-sided smile. “What for? Can he walk on his hind legs?”

“Ugh, okay. I love it when smug fuckers underestimate my mutt.” You had added the last of your tins to the cart and gestured for Will to follow you into the next aisle. Away from his demons. He did follow. “No, actually,” you begin more softly, “he sniffed out IEDs when I was on my tour of duty.”

“Holy shit, you’re army?”

“Ex-Army,” you correct. “You too, I’m guessing?”

He had that look. That manner to his movements. The man looked like he had killed. It was a look you had learned to identify at ten paces. It was a look you saw in the mirror often enough.

“That obvious?” he says, sucking in air through his teeth.

“Oh yeah.”

He had smiled nervously at you. For the first time since meeting him, you noticed that he looked sweet.

“Yep, uh, I got out. Now I give motivational speeches where I relive my trauma and try ‘n’ convince recruits it’s all worth it.”

You had nodded, thin-lipped, as you moved towards the check-out.

You had wondered what happened to him out there, but something about the way his gaze had fallen on that spot in the aisle told you that what weighed heaviest wasn’t what he did while he was in, but what he did when he got out.

Cart. Blacked-out. Choked. Almost...

That could happen. You had seen the pattern too many times amongst your buddies. Still, you had seen regret in this man’s eyes. That doesn’t always happen. Not everyone can pull back from the violence. Not everyone wants to.

You had peered into the man’s cart as he moved the items to be scanned. He had cola, lemons, and some sriracha in his cart, but... one step at a time. Coherent meals could come later.

This was hard. This was important.

“You should meet my floofy war hero. He’s outside in my truck,” you had offered, picking-up your bags, and the man picking up his... lemons etc..

“Oh yeah? Sure. Would be an honour,” he had smiled shyly, and you had tracked together over to your truck, thrown your bags in the back, and had let your boy out of the passenger seat.

“Hey, buddy,” the man had cooed, kneeling down on the ground to deliver some quality scritches, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile at the sight.

“Aw, he loves you! Freddie, you slut!” you had laughed as this huge, burly man baby-talked to your mutt, your dog rolling on the floor and showing his belly like you didn’t feed and water him and take him for walkies.

You had watched the man for a moment. You had noticed a lot about him already, but now you noticed that, shit, he was handsome. That smile. That laugh. Blonde hair and beard and piercing eyes. His arms rippling beneath his pale blue t-shirt.

He had risen back to standing and leaned up against your truck, looking like soemthing out of a catalogue. And then, there it was again. That look. That raw, exposed, bile-inducing look.

“Listen,” he had said earnestly. “Thank you. I probably would still be standing out front if you hadn’t taken pity on me.”

“No problem. Except, not pity. Not at all,” you had reassured. Affinity, maybe. Recognition.

He had huffed out a gentle, grateful breath.

“For real though, I was getting kinda tired of eating gas station noodle pots. Wouldn’t have my...” he had finally peered into the paper bag, registering the groceries he had panic bought. “Fuck. Wouldn’t have my lemons and sriracha without you.”

“Okay. Now maybe I’ll take pity on you,” you had smiled, gently teasing, and you shifted a few choice ingredient from your bags to his, despite his protests that you’d done enough for him already.

“You did it,” you had said firmly. “I just walked into a place where all the clerks accidently saw my ass cheeks. Whatever you did. It was hard and it was immportant. You did that. You should be proud.”

He had looked at you curiously and disbelievingly with those piercing eyes of his, like he didn’t deserve your words - even though they were merely the truth. So, you had bumped him on the arm, loaded Freddie back into the truck, and had thrown him a “Take care of yourself, man” as you clambered into the driver’s side.

“Wait.. I...”

The handsome, troubled man had motioned to you and you had wound down the window, leaning your arm out the side of the truck.

“Yeah?” you had asked, with a soft smile, but the man had simply shaken his head.

Cart. Blacked-out. Choked. Almost...

Nevermind.

He had looked apologetic, like maybe he wasn’t ready to subject himself to anyone just yet. As if he looked at you and saw the ghost of someone he let down standing over your shoulder. Maybe even in your face.

Cart. Blacked-out. Choked. Almost...

His brows had knitted together, and he had looked down at his boots, shifting and seeking sure-footing all over again. Grounding himself.

“Listen,” you had offered, starting your engine up. “I do my weekly shop at 2pm on Sundays. You know, if you ever need some company? Or,” you had added with a smile and a casual wink, “if you ever need an excuse to check-out a nice ass again.”

He had nodded his head and pursed his lips together, before a broad grin split his features, his deep baritone now sounding full as a chuckle spills out of him.

“Good to know,” he had smiled, looking up at you shyly, and he had stepped back to let you swing the truck around and pull away, offering you a wave.

He never did tell you his name, but you had a feeling that you might be seeing him around.

Sometimes, things were simply better with company, after all.

#will miller x reader #will miller #charlie hunman #triple frontier #triple frontier fic

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