#but i'm done with everything for now (got the meeting scheduled in a few weeks ayeeeeee!!! wish me luck) so y'all get this to tide you over

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he would be a battle mercy main i think

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DpxDc AU: What’s an adoption paper or two between bros?

Danny is starting to realize that since Jazz left the house for university, his parents aren’t really good at well, being his parents. They’re obsessed with his alter ego to the point that they ignore his normal ego, and that uh, hurts his feelings. Like, a lot. Meal times have gotten weirder and more inconsistent, and he’s starting to wonder if they suspect what’s really going on with him.

They’ve started to say “You know you can tell us anything” these days when he sees them outside their lab (which isn’t frequent) but the normal amount of ghost hate speech hasn’t changed. If anything it’s gotten worse. Just like everything else.

Danny joined the whole-ass justice league to fill his spare time after high school and his parents are literally none the wiser. Like, he's a part time high-school senior at 17 and a full time international hero. His parents only comment on the fact that the menace Phantom is costing them a lot in airline tickets as they try and apprehend him all over the world. Hell, they caught Ellie for a second when he was in Morrocco and it got ugly fast. She's a junior member now but mostly spends her time with some doofus that has a magic traveling house.

And really, he's fine with his schedule of going to school, going ghost and making a difference, and then returning to a dramatically silent house. Really.

Then one day his new friend and co-team lead Red Robin makes a brief mention about his own childhood of neglect and Danny makes a joke, "What, no adoption papers for the homies?"

He laughs as he says it but something in his leader's eyes looks sharp, and Kon is sighing in the background something that sounds suspiciously like dear Rao you've done it now.

Next time Danny is on the Watchtower, he's brought into a meeting with Red Robin, Batman and various other JL team leaders.

"Adoption papers are very much for the homies. I've also included the option of emancipation, as you'll see in the green folder, but I am one hundred percent serious about adopting you."

"Red, you're like, 3 months younger than me." Danny deadpans.

"Adoption is for the homies and I'm emancipated. And If i'm reading Batman correctly, you're facing three outcomes right now."

"Three?"

"One: I adopt you and you become my legal dependent. Two: Batman adopts you and I become your legal brother. or Three: You emancipate yourself while allowing us to provide for you while your housing situation is sorted out."

"... Uh. Door one?" Danny is having too many feelings. Why does batman look disappointed? What is Jazz going to say? What on earth???

"Welcome to the Drake Family." Red shakes his hand up and down, the grin on his face feral and the plan towards being emancipated from the Fentons and adopted by his boss is a weird one.

But eventually, a few weeks later, he's had a pretty delicious dinner by his new adoptive grandfather-tler and is watching a movie with Tim and Kon on the couch and he's just so happy and comfortable and warm...

"Will this make Kon my dad if you two get married?" Danny laughs and it's the closest he gets to being disowned.

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"OH LOVER BOY!" || 28 Days of Love: A Valentine's Challenge + Series

day fifteen: old wound

ᰔ pairing: agent whiskey x reader

ᰔ summary: first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes jack daniels unsure if the two of you are making the right choice.

ᰔ author's note: this one is going to be a bit longer and is p angsty. sorrrrryyyyyyy. thank you again to everyone who's been reading there, i've been having a lot of fun writing them 🥹💙

ᰔ content warning: afab!reader, reader is pregnant, conversation around pregnancy, mentions of abortion, bits of canon in an au setting, angsty angst, fighting, mentions of character death, no beta- we die like men

"Baby, can I talk to you?" You peaked your head into Jack's office.

It was late, and you had just finished up your nightly routine of tidying up while he tied up the loose ends of his job for the day. You detested the idea of him working after hours, but that was an uphill battle you had yet to see the other side of. For now, you had bigger fish to fry.

"Of course, darlin'. You okay?" Jack looked up from his computer. He had his glasses on, already showered and in his pajamas. It was a good look on him— hell, everything was a good look on him.

"I wanted to talk to you about something. It's..." Your sentence trailed off. You stepped further into the office, and found your way behind the desk. Jack's chair turned towards you as you leaned your thigh against the sharp edge of the wood.

Jack reached his hand out, placed on your hip to offer some form of comfort. Whatever had plagued you seemed to be written all over your face. Though you two had only been married for a few months, you had known each other for years.

So long, in fact, that you remember the days when you used to hang out with Jack's deceased wife. A beautiful woman ripped away too soon, herself and their unborn son caught in the crossfire of an incident no one could have predicted. The two had become the untouchable subject between you and Jack, and you abided by that without question.

Up until now, that was easy enough to follow. You left it alone, and looked the other way when Jack stared at pictures from high school for too long. He had his better days, and the worse days were spent at the distillery— long evenings of work until he'd trudge back home past midnight, too exhausted to think, let alone face his grief head on.

While it wasn't perfect, it worked. You tried to support Jack in whatever way he needed. He did the same for you, and it had all become apart of the give and take you two had.

Now though, you had to address the elephant in the room. One in the form of a polaroid tucked away in the top drawer in Jack's desk, with a sonogram clipped to it. As badly as you wanted to drag out the entire situation, you were on borrowed time.

"Talk to me," Jack gently urged. "It ain't like I'm gonna bite your head off." His tone was concerned, but a bit amused at his own joke. With his free hand, he removed his glasses and placed them on the keyboard of his computer.

You gave a weak chuckle and tapped your foot. The amusement in Jack's tone seemed to die off as you squirmed in your spot. It was rare that he saw you in such a state.

"I went to the doctor today," you started. "Got some tests done like we had talked about." You didn't meet Jack's eyes, wouldn't even look in his direction. His hand felt like it had burned its imprint through your leggings and into your skin.

"Everything okay, darlin'?" Jack sounded immensely concerned, which you expected.

You weren't going to visit the doctor in the first place, if it had been your choice. Over the last few weeks, you just hadn't been yourself. You had been plagued with debilitating headaches and stomachaches that could lay anyone out. Jack begged you to get them checked out, worried that you were facing some sort of terminal illness.

Thankfully, you were given a clean bill of health. That was, until the doctor came in with a round of congratulations and talks of scheduling an appointment with your obstetrician. In that moment, it felt as if something you had locked away for so long finally popped open.

You hadn't even considered kids with Jack. After the passing of his wife and son, you didn't recognize him. It took a long time for him to shed that version of himself and return to some version of the man he once was.

One drunk night, back at your place after a date early on in your relationship, he went on and on about how it was a terrible idea to have children. Nothing good happens, and even if they live, they were set up to face a cruel world. You didn't disagree, but you knew the voice of grief well enough.

Now, since you had left the doctor's office, you had a different stomachache. How were you going to tell Jack? You were in no mood to fight, but you knew it was going to be a spectacle when you did tell him.

"Yes... and no. Jack, honey, I don't really know how to say what I need to say." You fidgeted with your hands, suddenly aware of the manicure you had gotten last week.

"Well, if it ain't terminal, then that's a good start," Jack tried to reassure you. He had never seen you like this, so unsure and hesitant. You were strong and confident to your very core, so sure of every move you made or whatever came out of your mouth.

"I'm pregnant," you blurted out. There was no other way to put it.

Jack was silent, his hand stilled on your hip. You watched as his expression turned steely and his jaw tensed. It hurt more than you cared to admit when he moved his hand away from you.

You looked to him, then back to your feet. The silence hung in the air ate at you, tense and thick with animosity. What was supposed to be a picture perfect moment– or at least what you had imagined when you were younger– was now anything but.

The silence only made you fidget more. You felt that sour pit in your stomach return as you waited. After a while, you couldn't take it anymore.

"I asked how it was possible, and the doctor said it could happen on some birth control pills. We discussed some options and how to proceed with this." You hoped it would help, but Jack refused to look at you. Instead, his gaze lingered on the top drawer of his desk.

You waited for something, anything from him. All day, you had braced yourself for what was to come. You had even considered removing the fetus without Jack knowing, but that just didn't seem right. The only option you felt you had was to face the problem head on.

"I know we haven't talked about it, but I need you to say something. Anything, really." You reached for his hand, only for him to pull away. It hurt more than you expected, and you moved your hand back to your side.

"You know how I feel about it," Jack finally said. "Just– I need some time to think."

You almost rolled your eyes, but refrained. In the time you had known the man, he said what he wanted when he wanted to. Over time, you had learned what that meant. It was Jack for 'I don't want this kid and I don't know how to do that without upsetting you'.

"Take the time you need," you assured him. Even in your turmoil, you understood he had a lot to process. You knew grief too well, and what it did to a person.

The silence had returned, this time heavier. You watched Jack quietly turn back to his work, a dismissal of you and the conversation all together. Without a word, you left his office.

You went to bed alone that night. Not unexpected, but it still cut deep. Right now, you just needed your husband and the simple act of comfort. All lost because of one little confession. Something you tried to prevent, but failed.

You had barely slept a wink. All night, you tossed and turned in the empty bed. When the sun peaked out from over the horizon, light slow to fill the room, you finally gave up. You decided to take a shower and get yourself ready for the day. Even if you wanted to wallow in bed, there were still tasks that had to be completed.

"Jack?" You called out as you headed downstairs. The house was empty, and a quick glance out the front door confirmed the truck was gone.

Anger bubbled inside of you as you slammed the door. He never did things like this to you. Jack made it a point to kiss you goodbye and love on you until the absolute last minute. Now, he was gone before you made it out of bed.

All day, your anger sat with you. It lingered in everything move you made, every thought you had. If there was anything you hated most of all, it was the feeling of anger. You found it did you no good, but all of your logic had flown out of the window the second the confession came out of your mouth.

Jack wasn't the only one who struggled with this. You were the one that had to create a human— one that you had never intended to have. This whole situation was terrifying, and the one person you needed most was too wrapped up in his own mind to see what stood in front of him.

When it was Jack's usual time to come home, you were surprised to hear the truck pull up. Instead of greeting him at the door as you normally would, you continued to work on dinner. You didn't have it in you to be the sweet, doting wife you liked to be.

"Hi, darlin'." Jack's sweet tone felt like a slap to the face. There was no way he had forgotten last night, no way he thought you had forgotten what happened last night.

It was your turn with the silence. You continued to make meatballs with your back turned to him, the only sound in the kitchen came from the radio you had turned on.

You heard Jack sigh as he placed his keys and wallet on the counter. The sound of his cowboy boots clicked against the tile of the kitchen floor. His hand found the small of your back, and he didn't miss the way you tensed at his touch.

"I thought about what you said," Jack muttered. He was close enough that you heard the way he talked under his breath.

"I hope so," you huffed. "Not like we had much else to talk about between now and then." You didn't look back. If you saw those sweet brown eyes, you'd melt and forgive him in a second. You had to stuck up for yourself, even if that meant focusing on the meatballs instead of your husband.

"That wasn't right, me leavin' you on your own after what we talked about last night." Jack's hand didn't move from your back. His fingers gently pressed into your side as he spoke.

"Came to that conclusion all on your own?" You tried to bite back some of the venom, but it had been stewing inside of you all day.

"Darlin'," Jack sighed. "I- You know why I acted the way I did. I mean, I can't-"

You whipped around to cut him off. Everything that had festered inside of you had come to a head, and if you wanted to stick up for yourself, now was the time.

"I do know, Jack. I'm well aware of what's been lost. You know, she was my friend too. You weren't the only person who lost someone," you began. "I know what loss is. I've lost a lot of people, but I can still acknowledge that life goes on. You ignoring me and the pregnancy doesn't make her come back. Grief is a fickle bitch, but I'm still pregnant and it's still your kid." You poked Jack's chest as you spoke.

"I-"

"No, you're going to let me finish. If you don't want the baby, fine. I'll call my doctor and that will be the end of that. If you want to keep it, that's fine too. Stop comparing me to her. I'm not her. This baby isn't him. You can feel the sadness and grief, but what you won't do is ignore me." You took a long, deep breath before you spoke again.

"If you ever do that again, I'm gone. Don't try me."

Jack waited a beat, but you finally settled and crossed your arms over your chest. You gave him an expectant look. The ball was in his court now. He sighed and rubbed his jaw as he tried to collect his thoughts.

"That was wrong of me, and I'll be the first to admit it," Jack started. "It's also wrong of me to compare the two of you. The truth is I never thought we'd be here, havin' this conversation."

You raised an eyebrow, your hip cocked to the side.

"You never thought that there would be a chance at me getting knocked up? With how often we go at it, that's just delusional." You tried to refrain from the attitude, but once your feathers were ruffled, that was the end of that.

"We've taken the proper steps for precaution," Jack argued. His jaw tensed as you rolled your eyes.

"You ever taken a sex ed class? There's always a chance. Look, that's not what I'm getting at. I've tried to avoid the subject as long as possible, but there's no more waiting. There a fetus in me, and we need to decide how we're gonna handle this before it's too late."

Jack sighed as he leaned back against the island, his hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket. You were right, as you had always been. How you saw right through him was beyond him, but then again, that's what he admired about you.

"I don't know if I can handle another loss," Jack admitted. "I can't lose you."

You huffed a bit, your hands curled up at your side.

"Stop trying to get me killed! It hurts, Jack. It hurts to think that you're prepared for my death, that I can't make it through and have this baby— to know that you've accepted my death before you could even think of the life we could have." You turned back to the meatballs, and grabbed a hunk of meat. It did not ease your aggravation, but the physical work was cathartic.

Jack was silent. Between the two of you, an old country song wafted through the air. If the circumstances had been different, you'd be drinking wine and laughing with him. You were sure the two of you would be—

Your thoughts halted as a hand wrapped around your waist. The meat was dropped and you wiped your hands, all before Jack tugged you away from the counter. His strong arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest.

Even in the thick of a fight, Jack made you dance with him. The first time it happened, you were so bewildered that you just let it happen. Every time since, you let him apologize in his own way.

Jack held you as the two of you swayed to the music. He was a sucker for Jonny Cash, you had come to learn. Whether it was slow and sweet, or something with a quick pace, he had to hold you close and dance with you.

If I Were a Carpenter played through the speakers, Johnny and June bore witness as you let Jack take lead. The two of you were quiet, but the footwork seemed to say a lot. As angry and hurt as you were, he knew every move you'd make. He knew you as well as you knew him.

"Would you'd love me if I was a carpenter?" Jack's voice was soft. You had one arm around his neck, the other wrapped around his as he led you.

"I'd love you no matter what," you assured him. It was true, you loved him through and through.

"Even now?" Jack asked. "Through it all?"

You nodded without hesitation.

"Through it all, even if I want to strangle you."

Things would be fine, and you knew that. What Jack had to work through was beyond you and the baby. As badly as you wanted an answer right now, that wasn't going to happen. He had to think and piece it all together himself. It got under your skin, but you meant what you said.

You'd love him no matter what.

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Papa bear mode (Mick Schumacher)

Mick is in full papa bear mode and his baby girl hasn't arrived yet

Note: english is not my first language. this is another long piece that I hope you enjoy (I love how we all just love dad!Mick and I'm here for it)!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: pregnancy and postpartum

"Can we go tomorrow, then? I already said that I'd be taking the day off", you said to Mick, passing him the last piece of cutlery so he could put it on the drawer after you dried it, "the meeting was the only thing that I had scheduled and since that is cancelled, I have a free day for that, yes", he smiled, settling his hand around your lower back as he guided you to the living room, sitting on the sofa so you could sit next to him, his iPad on his hand so you could both look at it.

"I think I finally found the buggy for us", he announced, tapping the wide screen and opening the shared document you had created so you could have a set list of what you needed for your baby girl's arrival. Mick wanted to be involved in everything as much as he could, and when you suggested that you'd split the list of items so both of you would have less things to look up and search for, it went down as a good idea.

"This one has an adaptable pushing bit, you can regulate according to the height of the person pushing it so it's comfortable, comes with this thing where you put the nappy bag, and I've checked on your list here", he motioned, splitting the screen so both lists would be showing, "and it fits the bag we have already", he smiled, happy with his finding. You tapped the screen to see all the different pictures and features of the equipment, nodding when it seemed good, "yes, I think this is a good choice. It's good that it's adjustable, means you won't hurt your back because it's to small for you or that I will be uncomfortable because it's too tall for me", you smiled, looking up at him and stealing a kiss, "yes, and it looks sturdy enough to venture out for our walks, too", you mentioned, watching a video where the brand tested how the buggy behaved in different types of ground. You were hoping that once things settled down and you felt comfortable enough, you'd join Mick and Angie for walks as a family of four.

"I also found this crib", you mentioned, tapping the link you had pasted on the document earlier on in the day, "it looks pretty and practical, too", you noted, "she won't sleep on it for a while, I guess, because I've heard everyone say how they just sleep in the cot you put next to the bed for first few weeks", you shrugged your arms, "but at least it will be done and out of the way, and the nursery will be ready", you explained your point of you, earning a nod of agreement from your husband, "seems good to me too. We make a fine team, don't we?", he asked, cuddling you into his chest while you looked at the rest of the items you wanted to get.

The next morning, you both woke up and got ready to move your bodies. While you weren't an athete like your husband, you tried your best to engage in some form of exercise to keep active, usually some stretches and lighter movements now that you were pregnant. And because of that, you had built a nice routine to exercise while Mick did his workout in the morning.

You were tidying up, throwing your towell on the basket so you could later take it to the laundry room and then rolling up your yoga matt, walking to the place where you stored it when you nearly tripped in one of weight machines, "Y/N!", Mick said, approaching you to check how you were, "everything good?", he looked you up and down, Angie following suit as she looked up at you, "I'm fine, just didn't see the corner of it", you smiled, craddling his cheek, "no need to go all papa bear mode, at least not now", you reasoned, "yes, you're right. But maybe we should get those lock things, so baby girl doesn't walk in here and hurts herself, there are some heavy things here", he looked around, "and upstairs too, for that matter", he continued his ramble of everything he thought would be heavy and dangerous in the house, "I'll get to it once we get home from the shop", he finished.

Chuckling, you grabbed Mick's hand and laced it in yours, "there's still a lot of time until those are a concern, my love", you tried to pull him back to reality, "I know, but better be safe than sorry. And don't be so certain than I'm thinking she'll be the one to accidentally hit things, by the looks of it, you'll be too", he teased you, kissing your forehead as you made your way upstairs for a shower before leaving for the baby shopping afternoon.

Arriving at the store, you greeted the older sales assistant, showing her your list of items you wanted to get and following her as she also offered her opinions and views, "yes, I always recommend these cots where little one is right next to you in bed, they're like an extension of your own bed and they can be near the parent for feeds and changes during the night, and especially when the mother is the one getting to them in the night and she's still recovering, it's a lot easier to just roll and have the baby right there", she supported your decision, marking down on her notepad the exact model that would fit your bed, "and can we move it around? Say I want it on my side of the bed instead of hers", Mick asked, "yes, it's fairly easy to move around. This model has wheels that lock into place once you're happy with where it is", she showed the detail on the model they had on display.

After discussing all the furniture, you moved into the aisle concerning the mothers rather than the babies' sections, "again, we can never know for sure how the birth is going to go, but from my own experience and from what the clients tell me, it's better to be prepared for everything rather than run around in the newborn stage trying to buy something", she smiled softly, "we have this kit here, and it comes with nipple cream, which I would recommend you start applying a few days before the birth, a lot of new mothers swear by this trick", she winked, making you look at the product while Mick listened intently.

"Also these witch hazel pads also work wonders, if you lay them on your maternity pads or underwear, they really help cool down the area and make things a little bit less uncomfortable", she continued explaining what all the products did and how to use them to get the most benefits.

By the time you were home, sorting everything took even longer since Mick would not let you carry the bigger boxes, only allowing you to carry some baby clothes, hygiene products and a lamp to the nursery and your shared bedroom, and you couldn't help but notice his tense stance. His shoulders were stiff, he only spoke when you talked to him and the crease on his forehead was prominent. "Hey", you nudged him with your foot under the dinner table, "are you okay? Do you need something?", he asked worriedly, earning a no from you, "I should be the one asking you that. You are awfully quiet since we got home from the store. What happened? Was it something I said or did?", you wondered, receiving a chuckle on his end.

Frowning, you waited for his answer, "sorry, liebling, I don't want to offend you. And no, it's not your fault. I mean, it kind of is because yiu are the one carrying our baby, my baby", he brushed, "you and your body are doing this wonderful thing, like, you're growing organs and bones for our baby girl, you are her home", he smiled, tears filling his eyes before be frowned a bit, "but you're also the one enduring the pains, the discomfort that it is sometimes. You'll have to deal with so many things even after our baby girl is out here with us", he stretched his arm so he could hold your hand in his, his thumb rubbing your knuckles, "it's not fair, and I don't know how to make up to you", he explained.

"What made you feel like this? Was it just today?", you questioned, wanting to know where this whole thing came from, "It's just, today, at the store", he gulped, "the lady kept saying that the things we were getting were because things would be bad, like nipple cream because you'd have cracked skin there, or the witchhazel pads because you would be sore, and the band because sometimes everything would feel off on your body", he said, "and I'll be here for you as much as I can, I'll do anything and I'd do anything to take any of that discomfort away from you, but, it's bothering me, I think that's what it is", he confessed, opening up to you.

Smiling at his thoughtfulness, you tutted so he would look at you, "Mick, my love, it's all part of this. And while maybe, yes, if this was some sort of video game where I could transfer the pain of childbirth to you", you giggled, helping him relax a little bit more, "I'm sure I'll be just fine because I have you by my side, through all of it.

"So, please, stop feeling like you're not doing enough because you are. You're taking care of us, making sure I'm doing everything okay. And I have no doubt that the minute this one is her with us", you brought your laced hands to touch your bump, feeling your daughter kick, "you'll be even more wonderful. Parenthood is not measured by who does more of what, but rather how we handle it all together for the best of our family", you smiled, kissing your husband's lips as you finalised your attempt to make him feel better.

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"Do we have to do this now?", you asked your husband, walking inside the home office to see his opening storage boxes, "you're not doing anything, but I need to get these away from here", he pointed to his trophies. His successful career was the first things that came to mind whenever you saw the wall, and now he wanted to store them away, "one day, Rora might think it is a good idea to touch these and what if they fall on her? They're really heavy and they can hurt her", he reasoned as he saw you sat down on the spinning chair, and if your stomach hadn't fluttered as he mentioned your daughter's nickname, your response would be quicker, "those are really high up, Mick, I don't think I can even reach them, let alone a baby or a toddler that, may I remind you, is still some time away from doing that", you noted, only hearing him mumbling something, "and I plan on dedicating every win to you and our little one, so these will soon be filled with new trophies", he smiled charmingly.

"You, little lady", you talked to your bump, "have a very worried and forward thinking papa, and while he can sometimes be a pain in our behind, he only does it because he loves us so much", you tapped the skin, "but we love him even more, so we are all lucky to have eachother, I guess".

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"So, I hold her like this?", your husband asked the instructor, earning a pleased nod from her, "very well, Mick, exactly like that!".

You and Mick were at a baby class, and today you were covering the birth and what positions would be helpful whenever the pain of contractions was too great to handle and how you could deal with them, "Am I hurting you, liebling?", he asked, "no, on the contrary. This is actually really nice, I think I should walk around everyday with you like this until she's born", you chuckled, feeling how rhe pressure on your hips subsided, "you know I wouldn't mind being with you all day, you know? It would help me to keep an eye on you at all times an-", you interrupted him, "Papa bear mode is activated", you chuckled, kissing his jaw, "you're lucky I think you're insanely hot when you do that".

[tom-holland-stuff]

Displeasing Encounters & Passionate Debates // Chapter 2

My Masterlist

// Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 - mood-board // Chapter 3 //

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader

Summery: After returning form district 12 Coriolanus snow has had everything handed to him on a silver platter. Wealth, status, power, he's got it all. What happens when he discovers that Dr Gaul, his mentor, has taken on a new assistant.

Warning: SFW - for now. Swearing. (let me know if i forgot any)

A/N: Hey Hey everyone, i'm so beyond glad that you all like chapter 1!! I honestly couldn't wait to share this next part with you all and i hope you enjoy it just as much if not more. Chapter 3 is actually already done, i just have to proof read and let me just say things will be gettin spicy...

Word Count: 2.3K

The past week has been less than manageable for Coriolanus. Around this time of year the capital enters into a season of continuous social events. From opulent galas to extravagant balls and leisurely brunches, every imaginable type of festivity adorned the calendar. Not that the capital is known for anything less than a good time, but at this time of the year it seems to be occasion after occasion.

Yet, for Coriolanus, these events were more burdensome than enjoyable, especially since the war. There was a time when his family flourished in these festivities, but even with his new found riches and elitist status, Coryo has not developed a likeness for these such things.

To compound matters, the university's exam period loomed over him like a menacing spectre, casting a shadow over his already overwhelmed schedule.

Buried under a mountain of study materials and invitations, Coriolanus finally found a momentary respite as he made his way to visit his mentor, Dr. Gaul. His interactions with her have been limited to brief consultations after her office hours or clandestine meetings in the university's labs, where time for anything beyond academic pursuits was a luxury he couldn't afford. Needless to say, Coryo is keen to return to the lab and commence working with Dr. Gaul.

He makes his way down the sleek hallways of the Citadel. Being a weekday in office hours the building is busier than he is used to seeing it. People clad in white coats smoothly streamline through the halls at a steady pace.

Within no time he is approaching the all too familiar doors to the main lab. The surroundings jog memories from the past few weeks when he has attended brisque meetings with the professor,

because no matter how brief his meeting may have been he always managed to run it her. 

Y/n would always be seated in the same position as she was when they first met, and every-time he would walk past they would acknowledge each other with a harsh stare. If Coriolanus didn't know any better he would think her resting face was a constant look of utter displeasure. 

What a waste of a pretty face.

He quickly shakes his head, disgusted with the fact that he even conjured those words in his mind. 

The distasteful thought prompts him to look to his side ready to engage in the brief - displeasing interaction. But to his surprise, the desk is empty. 

A wave of relief washes over him, mingled with a tinge of curiosity.. 

He tries to affirm to himself that he is relieved to not have to see her face today, but he can’t help but wonder why y/n is not seated in her usual station.

His relief, however, was short-lived, replaced by a sense of unease as he collided with something—or rather, someone—unexpectedly.

It makes a disgruntled huff, causing Coryo to look down in the direction of where his body made impact. There he sees y/n. Kneeling on the floor in front of him…

She scrambles to pick up the papers and folders that are now in a heap on the floor. 

Coriolanus makes no attempt to help her, rather he watches in amusement. As she struggles to regain her composure, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

He crosses his arms and looks down on her. 

Once she has pulled herself together and neatly stacked her paperwork, y/n looks up at Coryo with a piercing gaze, still kneeling at his feet. 

His smirk drops as an unfamiliar feeling rushes over him, far to aware of the site he finds himself in. The position he and y/n found themselves in went from funny to…. to….

He can��t think of a word to describe it. (or he'd rather not think of it)

He takes a step back to give her some space to stand, her eyes never leaving his. 

“How kind of you to offer me help'' she states, words dripping in sarcasm. Seemingly unaffected the same way he was.

Coriolanus quickly straightens himself and plasters that dumb smirk back on his face.

“You're very welcome,” he grins, matching her tone.

With that, y/n huffs and rolls her eyes, making her way back to her desk.

Coriolanus takes this as his cue to continue his venture into the lab, but he can’t help but look back and examine y/n as she annoyedly rummages through her now disorganised papers. He can’t seem to shake that odd feeling he experienced before. So rather he focuses on how her current displeasure brings him joy.

As the days passed, Coriolanus's encounters with Y/n grew increasingly frequent, each interaction punctuated by a palpable sense of discord. Whether it was their chance collisions in the university halls or their confrontations in Dr. Gaul's lectures, their dynamic seemed fraught with unresolved tension.

That brings us to the present moment. Coryo was attending university, walking through the halls with his fellow peers when he once again hit something hard as he turned a corner 

For god's sake, he thinks. 

And then he looks down...

For fuck's sake

One the ground once again is y/n scrambling to pick up the papers she had dropped… once again.

“Are you following me?” he asks semi-demandingly, annoyance hidden in the back of his throat.

y/n Stands up and quickly straightens her self “for me to have been following you would require me to watch where you're going, and based off our collision i would say no” she says matter of factly, barely even looking at him as she flicks through her papers to make sure they are all in order.

Coriolanus gives her a once over. Y/n is not dressed in her typical business attire, instead she adorns a crisp white lab coat and red scrub like top and pants.

Before he is able to say anything else, y/n squeezes between Coriolanus and his friends in the direction of Dr. Gauls office he assumes. As she moves she brushes past him, the contact making his nostrils flare in annoyance. 

And He Prays that he doesn't have to see her aggravating face again… for at last a while 

Coriolanus is not a religious person, but he is certain now if there is a god they definitely do not faver him. Not even a few hours later he is entering one of the university's lecture halls for Dr. Gauls tutorial in (think of a name for a subject that discusses the ethics of the hunger games) and there she is, Y/n, standing in the centre of the room taking notes as Dr. Gaul speaks to her.

The lecture hall is shaped like an amphitheater of sorts. Levels of chairs with desks cascade down and around a flat space in the middle of the room, similar to a stage. 

Coriolanus moves quickly to a seat not wanting to give y/n the satisfaction of his attention (not that she was looking anyway). 

As the class settles and Dr. Gauls takes her place in the centre to address her eager students, y/n sits down at a small desk on the floor, its space occupied with what looks like an acrylic black box, its colour a stark difference to the rest of the room. Coryo now can’t help but stare now as y/n reaches into the box… no cage, and pulls out a white snake.

y/n holds it softly in her hands as it weaves around her expenditures. She lifts the snake above her head and places it around her neck, it looked to be maybe two feet long, it wrapped it's self easily around her shoulders.

He brings his attention back to Gaul as y/n’s head shoots up in his direction. Quickly settling his gaze away he tunes into what his professor is explaining.

“This new form of technology allows the wearer of the device, similar to a headband, to control their chosen mutt , making them do as they wish. The device scans and mimics the waves made by our brain and delivers them to the chip implanted in the mutt's nervous system through electromagnetic currents.” 

Dr Gaul then turns in y/n’s direction, silently giving her a cue to demonstrate. Y/n looks at the snake and it pauses for a second, as if they are having a mental discussion, and then wraps itself around her torso, spiralling down her frame until it reaches the floor.

The reptile makes its way towards the stairs of the auditorium, swiftly slithering off the hardwood floor. Gasps and small squeals can be heard as the snake passes under Students feet, making its way higher and higher. Clemensia Dovecote lets out a blood curdling scream and stands on her table as the snake passes her bye. Unfazed the slithering creature makes a direct line for Coriolanus's table. 

The Reptile wraps itself around Coryo’s leg, spiralling upwards until it lays atop his desk.

He is Tensing every muscle in his body, Coriolanus didn't hate snakes but he certainly wasn’t fond of them (not having a great history with them himself). The slithering creature lifts its body up until its face to face with Coryo.

Its stark black tongue darts out rhythmically as it tastes the air, The dark colour contrasts the unnaturally silky white scales that adorn its body.

Coriolanus scrunches his face in unpleasantness. 

And then, as if it was able to register Coryo’s distaste for it, the snake let out a violent hiss, spreading its mouth open and flashing its fangs. He tries his best not to flinch, but he can’t help but lean back as the snake halls itself higher arching its body as if it was reading to strike.

“Thank you y/n” Dr Gaul’s voice echoes through the room and the snake freezes.

Coriolanus dosen’t let his gaze fall from the snake until it begins to move. He follows it with his eyes as it slithers away, noticing y/n now positioned directly in front of his desk. The snake curls around her arm and makes its way to her shoulders where it hangs comfortably.

“If i didn’t know any better i’d say you were afraid” Y/n taunts as she strokes the body of the reptilian creature. 

“You must be mistaking me for Clemmy here” he deflects her comment and points notedly at his peer who still remains curled up in her chair shaking with her eyes closed. 

y/n simply hums, and brings her attention back to the blonde haired boy in front of her.

Just as he thinks she is about to walk away the snake darts out, mere inches from Coriolanus's face. He only allows himself to get a glimpse of its sharp fangs before he screws his eyes shut.

Y/n chuckles deeply, the snakes behaviour clearly still under her command.

“Get that vile creature away from me before I turn into a belt myself” Coriolanus spits out, his words laced with venom.

“Now, now…” y/n tuts, slowly stroking the back of the snake as it resumes its position on her frame.

“... you should know better than to insult your own kind” she smirks.

y/n swiftly walks away before Coryo is able to get a last word in

The nerve on this bitch

He is barely able to focus on the rest of the lecture, far too riled up by the class's previous events. He sits rigid in his chair, nostrils flaring as he stares y/n down for the remainder of the class.

She however, never once looks back in his direction, but oh he knows she can feel his burning gaze by the way she shifts almost awkwardly, forcing herself to place her eyes anywhere other than him.

He barely even registers that the lecture is being dismissed until students begin to push past his desk. He reaches down for his bag and makes an effort to leave his chair, stopped by the sound of Dr. Gauls voice ringing through the almost empty hall. 

“Mr. Snow, a moment” she beckons him.

He makes his way steadily down the stairs of the room. Reaching the lower level, he surveys the area quickly, eyes falling on y/n as she whispers something to the black box that now holds the reptilian mutt, eyes locking with his. He refuses to look away, attempting to assert some sort of superiority to her. 

y/n narrows her eyes fiercely at him, picking up the cage and walks out of the room. 

Coriolanus shifts his attention back to his mentor. 

“In such fast paced times, one can only spread themselves so thin” Dr. Gaul plainly states. Unsure what she is vaguely referring too, Coriolanus offers her a curt nod in acknowledgment.

“I have a request,” she continues. 

“In the next coming nights there is to be a gala of sorts and i require you to be in attendance”

Coriolanus holds himself higher, the flattery of the innovation overpowering his distaste for such events. 

“Thank you, Dr. Gaul. i would be honoured” he asserts.

Dr. Gauls' already wicked grin grows wider, sinister even. She chuckles deeply, amused.

“How wonderful ... y/n and yourself will have the most splendid of times”

Are. 

you. 

Fucking. 

Serious. 

His jew clenches, he wishes he was able to protest. Instead he simply offers a strict nod in Dr. Gauls direction and races out of the room. 

As he leaves the lecture hall, Coriolanus found himself consumed by a turbulent mix of emotions—anger, frustration, and a gnawing sense of unease.

His interactions with Y/n had left him unsettled, his usual facade of indifference crumbling in the face of their escalating conflict. The prospect of spending more time in her company filled him with a sense of dread, his resentment simmering beneath a veneer of polite acquiescence.

As he swiftly makes his way through the halls of the university, wishing nothing more than to forgot the events of today, he swears he can hear the echoing of Dr. Gauls amused laugh.

what a strange, strange women.

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The Chemistry Between Us | part 5 (final)

reedrichards!professor x f!reader (teachers aid)

chapter summary: the final few midterms has created some unwanted distance for you and reed with how busy your schedule's been-- creating some sexual tension and pent-up feelings towards one another.

chapter warnings: fluff, reed is not married to sue, small age gap(student is finishing degree, maybe 8-10 year gap), SMUT 18+ MDNI, f!masturbation, mentions of m!oral receiving, unprotected piv, dirty talk, rough sex, spanking, dom!reed, squirting, secret relationship, sneaking around, anxiety, public sexual teasing/tension.

word count: 10.2k

a/n: this is the final part of this short series!! yay! if one shots are requested from these two or ideas pop up, i'll most def be revisiting but i'm very proud of this short little series and have appreciated everyone's support on it! enjoy !!

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

Masterlist

3 days later

You had Reed’s class midterm today, you had not only a paper that you had to turn in last class as part of it but today was the written test. 

You hadn’t seen him since early this morning when you left to meet up with a study group to do a last-minute review for this test. 

These last couple of days were going to be nothing short of chaos as the last few exams and papers you had due were the hardest of them all. However, with Reed staying over at your place, it brought a sense of comfort being able to see him in the evenings and sometimes mornings before one of you two left for the university.

Reed had already set out the exams on each desk. When you walked in and came to sit down at your desk you immediately pulled out a writing utensil and looked up to see him sitting against his desk, looking out at the class before his eyes found yours and he winked, mouthing, ‘Good luck’ and smiling softly. 

You couldn’t help but smile and look down at your test shyly, blushing. 

After a few moments, the clock fell on the hour. Reed cleared his throat, gathering the attention of the class, “Good afternoon everyone. Before we begin, your midterm papers will be graded by Friday and grades will be finalized by Monday.” he stood and put his hands in his pockets, “My office hours are changing from 1 pm to 6 pm to now being done at 4 pm instead.” he begins to walk to one side of the room, “You will have two hours to finish your exam. Remember these are 80% of your grade, so do well and you’ll pass my class at the end of the semester. If you've come unprepared, you will fail.” he turned around and started walking back to the other side, “If you have a question, please raise your hand and I’ll come to you, do not come to me.” he stopped and began to walk back to the center of the room, “When you are finished, please come and put the exam on my desk and have a good 2-week break.” he looked up and then stretched his arm out, pulling his sleeve up a bit to look at his wrist watch, “Alright-- your two hours start now. Good luck.” 

Everyone turned the first page of the packet and began working. 

You kept your head down most of the time, working through everything thoroughly, double-checking each equation, and each question. 

Reed would occasionally look over at you, checking on you. He noticed halfway through, as he caught you changing the leg you had crossed, the bright red panties you were wearing from the angle he was sitting at.

You had done this a few times in the past to tease him and get a rise out of him while he was teaching, but today? Would you really be that cheeky?

He swallowed and reached down under the table to gently palm himself through his pants, trying to readjust as his pants were particularly tight today.

He closed his eyes and tried to think of something, anything to get his mind off you but the more his mind wandered-- the harder he got.

He thought of how you were on your knees last night sucking him off while you both took a late-night shower. How warm and wet your mouth was, how fucking good it felt for him to stretch out your throat.

However, he was brutally snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a loud, "Ahem" from a student with a question. Thankfully, it also instantly killed any sort of erection he had in the process.

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One by one every person finished up, walking up and setting their tests on his desk as he was grading the midterm papers turned in earlier that week. 

With 15 minutes until to the 2-hour mark, you stood and gathered your things, walking down to his desk, you set down your test in the basket. 

You turned around to leave, when Reed cleared his throat, “Miss?” 

You turned and looked at him, “Yes, sir?” you smiled softly. 

He leaned forward, biting the inside of his cheek at that name, he smirked for a moment, “You uh... you forgot to put your name…” 

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, and started to walk back over to check. You could have sworn you put your name on there. 

You walked up to see a piece of paper on your test in red pen, ‘Come see me. My office-- 4 pm’. 

You quickly took it and cleared your throat softly, “You’re right, thank you for catching that.” you pretended to write your name on the exam front page. 

You stood and backed away then nodded, “Have a good break, Professor.” and smiled at him. 

“Oh I will, and to you as well…” he looked up at you with a cheeky grin and winked then looked back at the paper he was grading before anyone saw. 

A few minutes after 4 pm you lightly knocked on Reed’s office door. 

“Come in…” you heard him say from behind the door. 

You twisted the knob and opened the door, walking through, “Sorry I’m late, you wanted to speak to me?” closing the door behind you and then looking at Reed.

He was already sitting against his desk, arms crossed, smirking, “How much time do you have?”

You set your bag down on the chair by the door and blushed, “30 minutes…”  you leaned back against the door and tilted your head, “Is there something you wanted to discuss with me, Professor?” you grinned. 

He stood from his desk and began walking over to you, “It’s about your grade, I was wondering if you’d be interested in an extra credit opportunity…” he began to pull his tie undone, his eyes moving down your body, drinking you in. 

You bit your lip and blushed, “I’m always open for extra credit…” your breathing started to pick up. 

“Good.” he smirked and unbuttoned the first part of his collar and then grabbed you by your cheeks and leaned in slowly, “First, I just want to let you know that you aced your test and paper baby, I’m so proud of you…” 

You smiled and leaned in, “Thank you sweetheart…” you were met by his lips softly and slowly kissing you a few times. 

He pulled back and nudged your nose, “Now, back to your extra credit…” he opened his eyes, let go of your cheeks, and reached behind you, locking the door. 

You were surrounded by him. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body, his cologne swarmed your senses, you wanted him– needed him. 

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, picking you up. Your legs wrapped around his torso and arms around his neck, leaning down to kiss him only for him to pull back and grin, “Mmm not so fast…” he walked you over to his desk and sat you on it, pulling your chin up to meet his eyes, “Earn it…” he said with a deep timber to his voice, “Sit on my desk and touch yourself…” 

You were caught breathless but nodded, swallowing before putting your hand to his chest and pushing softly for him to back up before standing. 

You slowly took your sweater off over your head then started to unbutton the white button-up you layered it with, revealing a red lace bra.

Reed watched hungrily, he slowly sat himself down in one of his chairs, palming himself through his pants, “I could see those damn red panties you have on during your whole exam…” he grunted, “I wanted to bend you over that damn desk all afternoon…” 

You slowly took your skirt off, letting it pool around your ankles as he spoke, revealing the matching red lace thong, you tilted your head and bit your bottom lip, “Hmm, I wonder why I wore them…” you teased and sat back on his desk, slowly opening your legs. 

He smirked and used his thumb to rub his bottom lip, “You have a habit of using the angle of our interactions in class to your advantage baby…” 

You tilted your head to the other side and sat back on one of your elbows, “Now, now… that’s just a plain unfair accusation, Professor Richards…” you smirked running your hand down your body, gasping at your touch when you brushed your fingers against your panties. 

He grinned and rasped, “I like hearing you call me that while you touch yourself…” 

You moved your hand back up and then under the band of your panties, slowly rubbing your clit, moaning softly, “Will calling you Professor Richards while I cum earn me extra points?” you cooed. 

He sat up in his seat, watching your fingers rub against your pretty little clit, “Callin’ me Professor Richards will get you more than extra points sweet girl…” 

You began to rub a little faster, keeping eye contact with him, gasping at the small tug you felt deep within, causing you to put a little more pressure, “Oh? What else will it get me, Professor?” you let out a small moan, furrowing your brow. 

“Once you cum on those pretty little fingers of yours, I’m going to bend you over this desk…” he started.

Your heart began to beat faster, a warmth spread across your cheeks, and you began to breathe quicker, “F-fuck…” you whimpered, rubbing faster, your legs spreading wider, pelvis pushing down, intensifying your build-up. 

“You want me to fuck you so hard you have bruises from the edges of my desk digging into your pelvis?” he growled as he stood, eager for you.

“Y-Yes Professor…” you mewled, your fingers rubbing the little bundle of now-sensitive nerves faster, your hand splayed on the desk clenching papers that are under you, crumbling them, “Fuck me… f-f-fuck…” your head fell back, gasping before moaning a broken cry as you came. 

“That’s it… that’s a good girl…” he groaned and undid his belt. 

He stepped forward and grabbed your ankles, pulling you towards him, pulling your chip up and leaning down to kiss you slipping his tongue between your lips, causing you to moan and move to sit up, tugging your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

After a few moments he pulled back and nudged your nose with his, “Now, I know you can be louder than that…” he groaned feeling you nibble his jawline. 

You looked up at him, panting, flushed, “But what if…” 

He grunted as he pulled you to stand, “No one is here after 3 pm in this area, and even if they are, they are deaf as a doornail…” he held onto your hips and then spun you around, “Now, be a good girl and bend over the desk for me…” he started unzipping his pants. 

You turned around and leaned over his desk, leaning on your forearms, arching your back a little, your pelvis up against the edge of the desk like he’d said. 

He pulled himself out of his trousers and stroked himself a few times, humming as he looked down at your ass in front of him, “Fuck me, what a view…” he tapped his cock on your ass a few times. 

He tilted his head and bit his lip looking at your thong, “I’ll take this…” he slid your panties down your ass, having you step out of them before stuffing them in his pocket. 

You turned your head back to look at him, lightly biting your lip, “I’ll need those back at some point…” you moaned feeling him glide the tip of his cock through your slit, coating himself. 

“Trade ‘em for a new pair, that’s the deal, remember?” He then clenched his jaw and groaned, “Fuck you’re so wet… such a good girl, getting yourself ready for my cock…” he cooed. 

You gasped feeling him notch at your entrance and bit your lip, “Please, I need you…” you pushed your ass back a little trying to push him into you. 

He hissed and pulled himself back, tsking, “Patience…” he slid himself back up and down your slit, teasing you. 

You moaned softly, “Please… I’ve been such a good girl…” you begged. 

He grinned and gripped your hip, “Yes, you have been a good girl…” he moved his hand down to grip the meat of your ass before lightly spanking it, earning a gasp from you, “You’ve been such a good girl… but good girls don’t beg, do they?” he leaned down and kissed your bare shoulder, whispering against your skin, “Good girls listen… have patience…” he moved his hand back to grip your hip. 

You moaned softly, “Yes sir…” you panted trying to steady your breath. 

He smirked and kissed your shoulder again then down your spine, “Good…” he leaned back up and then knocked your ankles open with his foot, “Spread your legs a little more baby…”

You did as he asked and spread your legs then readjusted the arch in your back, “Will this do, Professor?” 

He smirked and squared himself up between your legs, “Yes baby, that’ll do…” he then slid himself once more back up and down your wet slit before notching himself back at your entrance. 

You felt the anticipation, the tension in the air. Your heart was pounding, your nerves felt electric, and there was a lump in your throat from the suspense. 

He then buried himself slowly into you, grunting and gripping his hands harder onto your hips. 

Your jaw went slack and it felt like the air was sucked out from your lungs, unable to moan. The angle he was at made him stretch you out more than normal– get deeper. 

His jaw clenched, groaning, pulling his hips back then ramming himself back into you. 

You gasped, “Fuck!” you moaned out. 

He did this again, however, this time pulling out completely, edging the tip at your entrance before ramming back in, letting out a grunt, “F-fuck…”  his eyes rolled back and he grinned at how tight you felt.

You laid more flat on your arms, arching your back down more, and pushed your ass out, feeling him just about to get that sweet spot-- feeling that tight coil starting to wind up again. 

He noticed and readjusted, lifting your hips up just a tad more before beginning to slowly build up speed, fucking into you hard, deep and fast. 

“F-fuck yes!” you cried out feeling him continually hit that spot deep within your cunt, moaning louder and louder with each thrust. Your hands gripped the opposite end of the desk, anchoring you to something.

He would fuck into you, ramming the front of your pelvis into the desk, creating a pain that can’t be described as unpleasant when your lover's cock is fucking you into oblivion. It was more than pain, it was like you were being branded, marked up and that set something off in you that you couldn't form into words other than-- you loved it.

Reed looked down to watch as he drove himself into you. Watching his cock drive in and out of you, covered in your arousal, the feeling he had only could be described as animalistic, “Fuck, keep makin’ those noises… beg for it.” he said as he spanked your ass. 

You moaned loudly, feeling that coil about to snap, your legs already giving out on you, “Please, please fuck…” you cried out, “I wanna have a hard time walking to…” you moaned again, clenching your teeth for a moment, “Ah, fuck… to Professor Merrill’s class… fuck me…” you gasped and started to bounce your ass against him, eager to get release, “Please make me cum, sir… please…” you begged. 

Reed leaned forward, planting his hands on the desk, and began vigorously pumping his hips into your heat, grunting with each thrust, “Fuck baby, I can feel you’re close…” he let out a choked back chuckle, “Shit you’re so fuckin’ perfect, such a good girl taking me so well…” he groaned, panting quickly, feeling a pull behind his navel. 

You felt a wave wash up your body from your feet up to your cheeks as you began to come, “Oh fuck, oh f-fuck, yes right there… fuck fuck!” then an intense jolt of pleasure as you squirted shortly after, clenching onto him, legs shaking, sobbing his name. 

He grinned and leaned forward more, lightly nibbling on your ear, “Fuck you’re so hot when you squirt all over me…” he didn’t let up in speed or intensity-- instead he wrapped his arm around your chest. He cupped your breast with his hand, holding you up as he continued to fuck you. He groaned and grunted, “One more for me, can you do that baby?” 

You were overstimulated and already felt another wave start to build up, so you mindlessly, cock drunk, brain completely numb with pleasure nodded, muttering, “Y-Yes…” moaning hoarsely. 

He held onto you and gritted through his clenched jaw, holding his orgasm at bay, “I love filling you up and sending you to someone else’s class…” he groaned, “... knowing you’re full of me while you’re sitting there like a good little student… knowing damn well…” he grunted as his movements became more erratic, “... you’re fucking your physics professor for the last two months…” he nibbled your earlobe, whimpering as he felt a deep pull, his cock jolting inside you, “F-fuck…” 

“Fuck fuck… f-fuck baby…” you cried out as he jolted inside you, hitting that spot harshly. Your hand flew to his arm to hold you steady as your legs gave out for a moment as you came, an intense wave flooding your body. 

“That’s it, fuck you feel so good…” He cooed before his other arm wrapped around your torso as his hips snapped into yours, cumming deep inside you, breath hitching then whimpering as his hips slowed, coming to a stop. 

You both were heaving for air, lightly covered in a thin layer of sweat on your body and his forehead. The small office smelled of sex. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and closed your eyes, attempting to return to earth.

You softly hummed, “Mmm, I need to get going, I wanna get to Merrill’s a little early…” you swallowed, catching your breath. 

He hummed and nodded but then couldn’t help but smile as he kissed your shoulder softly, hands slowly trailing over your body, “When will you be home tonight?” he leaned over and kissed your cheek softly, gently. 

Your hand found its way to lightly comb through the back of his hair, smiling as you turned your head to kiss his lips, “I should be home around 7ish… wanna order takeout tonight? Watch a movie while I write my paper for Jones’s?” you kissed him again. 

He slowly removed himself from you, hissing, then kissed your shoulder and back softly before turning you around, “That sounds wonderful, can I meet you at the bus stop around then?” he tucked your hair behind your ear softly, lovingly smiling down at you as he moved you to sit down on his desk for a moment. 

You blushed at the tenderness he now was showing you but also how he insisted on meeting you at the bus stops on nights you’d get home late. Not caring it was only a few blocks of a walk– if he couldn’t drive you home, he’d make sure you got home safe. “Yes, I’ll be waiting for you to safely walk me home…” 

He cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss you softly and slowly, pouring every single ounce of himself into it, before pulling back and pecking your lips once more, “Good. Now let’s get you to Merrill’s on time, shall we?” he grinned. 

1 week later

For the last week, Reed has stayed at yours while you finish your midterms and wrap up a few other big assignments. You can’t help but admit you like having him there when you come home or early in the mornings when you both are tangled together in the sheets. Something about him living with you just feels so right, so natural. 

You still had to be careful while around the university, aside from your little office visit last week. But around others, you had to watch how you were around each other, but at home, you two could be however you wanted to be. 

Most nights you’d come home to Reed in the kitchen cooking you a nice homemade dinner or already having takeout ready for you after a long day of studying and testing. 

Last night was your last exam, you came home later than expected due to your professor wanting to speak with you about an after-school job opportunity after you finished your exam.

You told him you’d consider it, as you didn’t quite know what you wanted to do with your degree after school, but you’d give it a good think-over. 

You woke up to Reed asleep peacefully, the smallest smile across his lips, face relaxed and soft. You rolled onto your side and gently kissed his bare chest then leaned up and kissed his cheek before laying your head back down on his chest, lightly tracing shapes and love letters into his skin.  

You would never tire of this feeling, of him being next to you when you wake. You felt excitement every time you’d come home and see him already there or when he’d come through the front door announcing “I’m home…” before he’d come find you to show you how much he missed you. He said it always so willingly, he’s home. Now that your exams are over, would this dim? Would he go back to the routine before what you had now, that you’d see each other more outside of school, so there was no purpose in him sleeping over? You didn’t want that to happen. You didn’t want it to go back to the way things were. 

Being together, living together— it felt easy, felt right. Being with Reed felt right. He felt safe, warm, secure, and filled with so much love. He was someone that you unexpectedly were falling in love with. 

That thought alone terrified you, not because you are scared to love someone, you’re scared to be loved. In the past, being loved meant eventually being hurt. No matter how little or strongly you felt about the person, hurt was hurt. And after your last relationship, you instinctively kept your guard up. 

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt his lips kiss the top of your head and his arms begin to wrap around you, sleepily saying, “Good morning…” 

You laid your hand flat on his chest and leaned your head up to smile at him, “Good morning handsome…” 

He moved his hand to cup your cheek gently, leaning down and kissing your lips softly, before slowly deepening it, sliding his tongue between your lips. 

You leaned up a little more, sliding your hand down his chest slowly toward the sheets. 

He grinned against your lips and pulled back a touch to nudge his nose with yours, “I’ve not had you for almost a week…” he moved his hand down to your hip. He pulled you into him, “Oh how I’ve missed you…” he groaned before his lips crashed back onto yours, kissing you passionately and deeply, tongues going back to intertwining. 

You moaned softly feeling his hardened cock in your palm and began to stroke it, slowly but steadily. He pulled back from your lips a fraction, “Mmm no… I don’t have time for that…” He gently pushed your hip down and rolled over to lay you on your back. He nestled himself between your legs and moved his hand down to bring your thigh up and wrap around him before he took himself and notched at your entrance, “I’ve got a half hour before I need to leave for my department meeting… and I’m not wasting a second…” he said as he slowly slid himself into you with a small grunt, “f-fuck…” 

He softly cupped your cheek with his left hand then used his right to hold himself up as he slowly ground his hips to thrust himself deeply in and out of your warmth, keeping eye contact with you as he hoarsely whispered, “God I’ll never tire of this… never tire of you…” he leaned down and connected his lips to yours, kissing you feverishly but at the same time ever so tenderly. 

Your hands made their way to hold him close— one to his waist to pull him down closer to you, then one came up to comb through his hair. You pulled back from his lips and moaned his name followed by, “Stay… don’t go…” you begged softly, gasping before you connected your lips to his. 

He grinned and hummed as he pulled back from your lips, “Mmm I wish I could skip this meeting but its somethin’ I need to be at…” he kissed your lips again a few times before they moved down to kiss your jaw, and neck, sucking soft marks into your skin, “However, I promise to make it up to you tonight…” he cooed with his lips against your pulse point. 

You moaned as his hips continued to thrust deeply into your sex, hitting every spot that elicited goosebumps across your skin, you felt a tight pull behind your navel and a heat rise up your body, “F-fuck… I…” you moved your hips with his at a slow pace, gaining the needed friction you needed. 

He groaned and moved his hand from your cheek down to your hip, pulling you closer to him, “Let go for me…” he grunted as he sped up his movements. 

You panted and moved your hips with his, holding his head closer to your neck as you felt that pull wind tighter and tighter until it snapped aggressively. You gasped and moaned loudly, gripping his hair and torso, arching your back off the bed “F-Fuck don’t stop…” you begged as you came, pulsing around him.

He grunted and gripped onto your hip tighter, groaning as he pulled up off your neck and hovered over you, panting heavily, “Fuck baby, you’re so tight…” he grinned and watched you come down from your high. 

You looked up at him and panted, out of breath, and slightly flushed. You grinned and bit your lip before you sat up and pushed him to lie down, maneuvering to straddle him, while keeping him in you still. 

He grunted as you began to roll your hips, placing your hand on his chest to steady yourself as you bounced up and down on him, “God you get so deep like this… just what I need…” you mewled. 

He smirked, his chest heaving as he was filled with nothing but lust and desire, “I can think of a way to get deeper…” he bit his lip and pushed his hips up when you’d roll yours down, keeping eye contact with you.

You moaned and gasped feeling him use his hips, “Ah… fuck…” you lightly squeaked out, pinching your eyebrows together, his tip bumping up against your g-spot. 

He clenched his teeth and then jutted his jaw letting a growl escape, “You like me right here for now, don’t you?” he smirked and let out a groan feeling himself graze that spot now as you’d clench against him, “Mmm, I can feel myself against that spot you love…” he said as his head fell back, chin arching up, eyes rolling back as he felt a pull in his core, “Fuck…” 

You nodded and continued to roll your hips, bouncing up and down at a steady pace before you felt his hand snake in between your bodies, feeling his thumb begin to rub circles into your clit, causing your hips to bounce a little faster, craving release, “Oh fuck, oh fuck… right there…” you cried, moaning as you moved your hand behind your body, onto his thigh, arching your back as you felt a wave of immense pleasure wash over you. 

He grunted and chuckled lowly, “God you’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you cum on my cock like that…” he pushed himself to sit up, “Come ‘ere…” he softly took your legs to wrap around him from behind and then crossed his legs under you. He then wrapped his arm around your torso and used the other to softly brush your hair back off your face before cupping your cheek, and pulling you in to kiss him. 

You kissed his lips deeply and slowly, holding on to his cheek with one hand and his chest with the other, moaning with each breath, whispering, pleading, “Please cum in me… I’ve missed how you fill me up…” before you sucked on his bottom lip and pulled back on it gently. 

He groaned and leaned forward, holding you close by splaying his hand on the small of your back to support you as he started to buck his hips up into you, reaching his hand back to anchor himself onto the mattress as he began fucking you a bit deeper and faster at this angle. 

His heart was pounding, small beads of sweat trickling down his skin, he could feel himself get closer and closer to the edge. He grunted and groaned, “F-fuck… I… I’m close…” he smiled at you as you moaned, holding onto his neck and shoulder, “Let me give you one more, hmm?” he kissed your lips once deeply, “What do you need, what can I give you?” he asked as he nudged your nose with his. 

You were a mess, absolutely dumb on his cock, but you wanted to give him one more, come with him if you could, so you moved your hand to cup his cheek and pulled his lips close to yours and cooed, “Mmm, I just need you… Professor…” you grinned before pulling him in and kissing him deeply, starting to grind your hips into him, gently tugging his hair. 

He groaned at the name used and smirked against your lips, knowing you used it to excite him. He kept thrusting up into you at a steady pace however getting as deep as he could. 

You moved your feet to still stay behind him but planted into the bed to give you something to work off of as you worked against him to create more friction, more movement, gasping and moaning as you kissed him. Your arm eventually made it behind you to lean back and create an even better angle for yourself. 

He groaned and held onto you both feverishly kissed each other's lips. For a moment your lips parted for you to moan and toss your head back as he started to hit his tip against your cervix. 

He took the opportunity and moved down and began kissing, sucking, moving his lips against your neck, collarbone, and chest— groaning as he felt himself close. 

Your hand that was holding onto his neck and shoulder effortlessly began threading through his hair, gently tugging and pulling, pushing him near the edge, he whimpered, “Fuck, I’m close, I need one more from you baby…” he said against your skin, practically begging for you to cum. 

You moaned as you nodded, “I’m close too, I’m gonna come….” you gasped and groaned feeling him start to suck your tit, “… fuck baby… just like that… don’t stop…” you mewled as you moaned, rocking your hips into his a little faster. 

He held you as close as he could and kept the pace he was at like you asked but then began teasing your nipple between his teeth before sucking on it, which threw you off the edge faster than you expected. 

Your hips buckled as you gasped out a moan, “F-fuck fuck….” you groaned as you felt a sudden wave wash over you, snapping that coil. 

Reed groaned and then grunted feeling you pulse and tighten around him, that was all he needed. He quickly leaned his head up and hoarsely whispered, “Kiss me…” panting and letting out a deep groan. 

You leaned down and cupped his cheek, bringing your lips to his in a deep, slow, passionate kiss. 

He held onto you as his hips bucked up and shot ropes of cum up into you, making him grunt and whimper against your lips. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the feeling, moaning softly as he jolted up inside you from how intense it was. You continued to kiss him but the kisses got lazier, slower. 

He leaned back to sit upright and hummed against your lips, panting heavily as he broke from them, kissing your chin and jaw. Again those three words danced on his tongue, those three words he continually wanted to tell you, confess to you, promise you, vow to you. 

He went to say them, feeling the moment was right as you nudged softly your nose against his as he looked at you lovingly, asking softly, “Tell me what’s on your mind baby…” gently stroking his cheek with your thumb and then combing through his hair, but when his alarm clock started to beep loudly, the moment he felt was gone. 

You giggled as he leaned back to gently slam on the snooze button, “Guess that means I need to get off of you…” you smiled at him as he came back to you, keeping you in his lap, looking up at you with a soft smile on his face. 

“I hate that has to be the result…” he moved his hand to cup your cheek, “What I would give to just stay here with you…” he gently nudged his nose with yours. 

You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck, teasing the hair on the nape of his neck as he spoke, keeping eye contact with him, “Then stay…” you blushed at the boldness you leaped into. 

“Baby I can’t miss this meeting…” he said as he went to kiss you but you pulled back just a bit, making him grin at your playfulness. 

You smiled and softly said, “No, I mean… stay here… move in with me…” shyly looking at him, watching for any change in his expression. 

He searched your eyes for any uncertainty or doubt but found none. He instantly smiled wider and nodded, “Yeah?” he gently rubbed his thumb against your back. 

You nodded and then bit your lip, shyly looking down for a moment, “I uh… Reed I need to say this before I chicken out again… and I’m not just sayin’ it because you… I… fuck…” you were getting tongue-tied and beginning to ramble. You let out a breath and blushed, softly smiling as you looked up at him, “I’m falling in love with you— no I… I am in love with you.” you let out a small chuckle, watching his face light up more, “I love you… and I know we can’t do anything about our relationship publicly to a certain extent until after graduation but I…” 

Reed cut you off by pulling you in and kissing your lips deeply and slowly, cupping your cheek before pulling back slowly, leaving you speechless, whispering, “I love you…” he kissed you again, “And I’d love to move in… you know if that wasn’t obvious already…” he chuckled against your lips before he moved in to kiss you again, gently nudging your nose with his.

You smiled and bit your lip gently when he did that, “5 more minutes?” you started to lean in to kiss him. 

He smiled widely and met your lips after he softly whispered back, “5 more minutes…” 

Reed was 10 minutes late to his meeting but was quiet enough to be able to sneak in the back, going unnoticed by his colleagues. 

He still had the smell of you etched onto his skin as he had no time to shower after taking well over 5 more minutes to show you how much he loved you— unable to get out of bed after both of your confessions. 

The department head, Dr. Smithson, an old-fashioned, by-the-book gentleman cleared his throat as he stood after one of the university’s chairmen ended his presentation on university donations and funding, “I know you are all wondering why we’ve called a mandatory meeting, especially right after midterms.” he likely chuckled along with other members of staff, “However, one of the announcements is, we would like to extend our deepest and most sincere congratulations to one of our esteemed alumni professors as he will be heading to Washington DC for the next year to teach some of the brightest minds of our century, Dr. Reed Richards!” he motioned to where Reed was sitting. 

Everyone turned back to find him, however he was lost in thought— as his mind replaying the last couple hours over in his mind. 

Dr. Thoms, a colleague, turned around in his seat, and cleared his throat, snapping Reed from his thoughts. 

Reed hummed, lost on what was just announced, “Hmm?” 

“Congrats on DC, you’ll do great!” he smiled and reached back to pat his leg gently. 

Reed’s stomach instantly dropped when he remembered what he was talking about, his face losing most of its color. 

Before the school year started he was approached to come teach at another university for a year as part of this school's “shared knowledge” teaching program. He said yes as nothing was keeping him here, he had nothing, no one to keep him here. However, that changed the second you came into his life. 

He had been so distracted by his research and trying to be everything you deserved that this arrangement slipped his mind. 

He can’t leave now. He just said he’d move in, he just told you he loves you. 

‘Fuck…’ was all that went through his mind.

—

As soon as the meeting dismissed he found himself making his way down to the chairmen and head, clearing his throat, “Uhm, excuse me, gentlemen, a word?” he buttoned his jacket up and ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to their table as they were in the process of packing up. 

Dr. Mikel smiled at him, “Reed, congratulations— you will love their program!” 

Reed tightly smiled then cleared his throat again, “About that, I can’t go… something has changed that affects my availability.” 

Dr. Smithson turned to look at him, “Dr. Richards, whatever has changed will have to work with his arrangement, son. There’s been arrangements made— one’s too complicated to undo.” 

Reed annoyingly chuckled, he hated how he called him that, son.

He jutted his jaw and smiled tightly before he cleared his throat, “Sir, with all due respect, but I don’t think you’re understanding me— I have arrangements that are too delicate to undo…” 

“Well— then pack them up and take them with you, this isn’t up for debate or discussion.” he snapped his briefcase closed, “I can’t and won’t undo this… it’s part of our program and we can’t lose the funding.” he moved towards Reed and patted him on the shoulder, “I’m sorry, son…” then started to walk up the stairs towards the exit. 

“And what if I don’t show up for the flight then, sir?” he challenged. 

“Well then, you wouldn’t be as smart as we thought you to be and you’d be fired as it would go against the contract you signed with them on behalf of our institution.” he turned back, “Whatever this is, this, arrangement… either end it or take it with you, but those are your only options.” he tsked and waved behind him as he walked up the rest of the stairs, wishing everyone goodbye still at the table. 

Reed stood there and for the first time in a very long time, he feared losing something, someone he loved. 

—

Reed went back to his place to pack more clothes and items after the meeting, subconsciously delaying having to tell you the news. He knew he couldn’t expect you to come with him, you had just asked him to move in with you, not move across the country. On top of that, you still had another semester. This wouldn’t work.

He sat on the couch and wrestled with what to do, what to say, how to say it. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed as he racked his brain.

He looked around at his place— it felt so cold, so empty. He felt so alive with you, being with you— your home felt so warm and peaceful. 

He sighed heavily and thought of what to do, then he’d made up his mind. 

He could find another job, at another university— but he couldn’t find another you.

When he got back you were sitting on your couch reading a book while Oli sat next to you, curled up. 

He came through the front door and you looked up from your book, instantly smiling, “You’re home…” your energy immediately warming up the room, causing all the anxiety he was holding onto to melt. 

“I’m home…” he smiled and put your house key in the entryway bowl. 

“I’ll get you a copy in town tomorrow, that way you have your own set.” you smiled and blushed to see him make his way to you, “How was your meeting?” you asked before he put his hands on the couch’s arm and back to lean down and gently kiss your lips. 

“Pointless.” he chuckled and kissed you again, humming as he pulled away, “I want to take you out tonight, celebrate midterms bein’ done…” he smiled as he gently nudged your nose against his, “Get dressed up, go somewhere nice, show you off…” he gently kissed you again. 

“But what if someone…” you started to say, sounding concerned but he cut you off by cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply and slowly a few times. 

He pulled back slowly and smiled against your lips, “Let ‘em…” 

You blushed and softly bit your bottom lip, looking up at him, “You sure? Won’t you g-…”

He shook his head and softly stroked your cheek, smiling softly, his eyes dancing back and forth between yours and your lips, “I don’t care. I’m taking the woman that I love out for dinner and if anyone has a problem with that… let ‘em… I can handle it.” he said, not a single ounce of doubt in his voice. 

You nodded and smiled, leaning back up to kiss him gently a few times before pulling back and asking, “When you say dress up, how fancy are we talking?” 

He smirked and bit his lip, “Wear that white silk dress you have in your closet…” he pushed himself off the couch and began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, keeping eye contact with you, “Now, I need to shower, would you like to join me?” 

You bit your lip and got up from the couch, “Do you even need to ask?” you giggled as his lips immediately fell onto yours and he picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom. 

3 hours, 2 rounds, and 1 taxi ride later, you arrived at The Water Lily. A hugely expensive, fine-dining restaurant that also serves as a hotel in downtown New York. 

Reed held the taxi door open for you and his hand for you to take. 

As soon as you exited the taxi you looked up at the bright lights and greenery that the outside was beautifully covered in, you were speechless.

You took his hand and he smiled at your reaction, “Will this be ok?” he asked.

You chuckled lightly and looked at him, “How did you swing this? I thought the waitlist was 2 years!” 

He chuckled and began to walk with you holding onto his arm as you walked, “I’m good friends with the owner and chef, Ben, we grew up together.” he walked up to the hostess stand and smiled at the gentleman standing there as he asked, “Good evening sir, reservation?” 

“Richards, Reed Richards for two tonight…” he looked down at you and smiled warmly. 

“Of course sir. Will your usual table do well tonight?” he asked as he grabbed two menus from the stand. 

He looked back at the young man and smiled, “It’ll be perfect, thank you, Matthew…” 

Matthew led you to a more intimate area of the dining room, secluded but not private. 

Reed took out your chair for you and pushed it in as you sat down, gently touching your bare shoulder with his hand before going to sit in his seat across the table. 

“Would you like me to tell Chef that you’re here?” Matthew asked turning to Reed. 

“Only if he’s not busy Matt, we can’t have him slacking on a night like this-- full house, again?” he smiled and then looked over at you, a soft smile stretching across his lips. 

Matthew nodded and gathered your drink orders before stating your waiter, John, would be over soon. 

Once Matthew left, Reed tilted his head and smiled, like he was studying you. 

You felt his gaze on you, you looked up and smiled and softly chuckled as you were looking over the menu, “What’s the matter, my love?” 

He sighed softly and tsked before standing and taking his plate, putting it to the spot next to you, rather than across, “You’re too far away…” 

You put the menu down and giggled watching him, blushing at his efforts-- always wanting to be near you. 

He moved the chair as well and then sat down and looked at you for a moment then bit his bottom lip, “Mmm still not close enough…” he reached under your chair and pulled you closer to him, “Come ‘ere…”

You giggled more and grabbed your menu and plate quickly as he moved you, then set them down-- turning to look at him as he was now inches away from you. 

He reached over and cupped your cheek. You blushed and asked leaning into his touch, “Better?” 

He nodded and leaned in, whispering, “Better.” then kissed you slowly and deeply a few times. 

Your dinner was one of the best meals you’ve ever had. Reed and you shared each other's meals, taking bites of each other's dishes, and enjoying the food and atmosphere. 

You two were enjoying your glasses of wine, laughing together about a story Reed was sharing with you about his childhood and Ben’s-- waiting for your dessert to arrive when a gentleman and woman came to your table. The man playfully grabbbed Reed’s shoulder. 

“When were you going to tell me about DC, you cheeky bastard!” he shook his shoulder, deep belly laughing. 

You looked up to see who it was and you instantly noticed, a professor from the university, one you had years ago, your stomach dropped slightly. 

Reed nervously chuckled, “Davis! Long time, how are you?” he grabbed his hand and shook it, keeping his other arm around the back of your chair, lightly rubbing his thumb against your back to calm you and subconsciously, him. 

“I’m doing well— haven’t seen you since orientation!” he looked to his wife, “This guy is always locked in his office or lab testing some theory…” he looked back to Reed, “Doesn’t shock me one bit about what you’re doin’ this next year, you lucky duck!” he chuckled. 

You looked at Reed, not knowing what he was talking about, trying to read his energy and expression but before you could get him to look at you Davis chuckled again, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt you and your uh… date?” he smiled as you looked up at him with a small smile. 

Reed cleared his throat and looked at you, “I’m sorry, where are my manners? Honey, this is Davis Bellows, a professor I work with at the university…” he tried to keep his nerves from being apparent in his voice.

Davis held out his hand and you took it, shaking it softly, introducing yourself. 

He tilted his head after introducing you to his wife, “I’m sorry, have we met before? You look very familiar…” 

Reed’s posture stiffened up and his hand from your back moved to his knee, which was bouncing anxiously under the table, he was internally panicking. ‘Fuck he recognizes her… shit, shit…’ was running through his head. 

You could feel his leg bouncing and quickly looked at Reed, picking up on his anxiety. You wasted no time and took his hand under the table, giving it a supportive squeeze before looking up at your old professor. 

You had him for your freshman year, close to 4 years ago, but people can forget old professors, just like professors can forget old students, “I don’t believe so…” you smiled “I have come to see Reed at his work, perhaps you’ve seen me there?” you partially lied. 

Reed looked over at you the moment your hand held his and felt the anxiety of being caught melt away, he leaned over and kissed your temple gently, “She brings me coffee and dinner sometimes, don’t you, sweetheart?” another partial lie. 

You nodded and smiled at him, gently reaching your hand up to cup his cheek for a moment, “Long hours this one works, but it’s important work.” you smiled lovingly then turned to Davis, “I’m sure you’ve seen me one time or another then…” you smiled softly, taking Reed’s hand again under the table. 

He nodded and smiled at Reed’s gentleness, which no one got to see a side of-- which meant he was truly happy. Something Davis in the 5 years of knowing Reed, had never seen. He looked back at you, “That’s very likely, well it’s lovely to meet you…” 

You nodded and smiled back, “Likewise Davis…” 

He cleared his throat and smiled at Reed, “I’ll let you both get back to your dinner, I’m sorry to have interrupted, I just wanted to wish you well…” he nodded and winked, smiling genuinely before walking away with his wife. 

You smiled and took a deep breath before letting out a small chuckle, looking over at Reed, “I was one of the most annoying freshmen in his class and he doesn’t remember me… that’s shocking.” 

Reed let out a chuckle and leaned over to kiss your cheek, “How anyone could forget you… is beyond me…” he flirted.

You smiled and turned in your seat to face him more openly, “So tell me, what’s this DC thing?” you said smiling, thinking it wasn’t as big as it was.

He turned a little bit as well and bit the inside of his cheek before looking at you, “For the record, I was going to tell you about it later tonight. But also, I’ve already made my decision, so, I just… I need you to understand that it’s somethin’ I’m not budging on…” he softly said. 

He said that and your stomach took another slight drop– now feeling some anxiety creep up your back, “Reed, what’s going on?” 

He took your hand and kissed it softly, looking at you, brown eyes soft and kind, “Before the school year started, I was approached to teach at a university in DC for a full year starting at the end of this semester.” he looked at the table in front of him then back at you, “I accepted, without knowing well, you know…” he looked down at your hand and shyly smiled, “Bein’ in love wasn’t in the cards at the time…” he took a moment, swallowing and inhaling a small breath, “They announced it at the meeting today and honestly, I forgot about the whole arrangement, completely. I’ve been so busy with work and putting my time into us… it slipped my mind…” sighed softly, looking at your hand as he softly danced his fingers against it. 

You listened and nodded along, “When do you leave?” 

He looked up at you, “What?” 

You softly smiled, “Well, if it’s the school I’m thinking they’d ask you to teach at in DC, then it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity…” you looked down at your hands, “You’d be a fool not to go sweetheart…” 

He shook his head and ducked his head down to find your eyes, looking into them, “I’m not leavin’ you… I’m not leavin’ us. I can find another job, another university, hell, I’d find another career– but I can’t find another you.” he kissed your hand again, “If… I don’t know– maybe if circumstances were different and you didn’t need to stay for school, I’d ask you to come with me.” he sadly smiled, “...but I can’t ask you to sacrifice your education like that when you’re one semester away from graduation, so I’m stayin’…” he nodded, looking at you certain, stuck in his decision.

You tilted your head, confused, and chuckled softly, “Honey, I’m done with school at the end of this semester.” 

He looked at you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Wait, what?” his posture changed, getting a tad bit closer.

You smiled and explained, “I took extra classes last year to put me on track to graduate at the end of the fall semester… that’s when my scholarship runs out.” you shrugged, “I graduate as soon as we are done this semester…” you lightly chuckled. 

He instantly felt the load he had been carrying for the past several hours disappear.

He surprised you when he leaned in and gently kissed you and before pulling back, whispering, “Then come with me…” saying it before his anxiety stopped him from asking. 

You opened your eyes and looked at him, now you were confused, again, “What?” 

“Come with me… to DC…” he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, swallowing nervously, “We’ll uh… move in together, just, do it… in a new place… together…” he tucked your hair behind your ear gently, “What do you say?” he looked at you, hope and sincerity in his eyes. 

You didn’t know what to say, your heart was nearly beating out of your chest, butterflies erupting in your stomach, and your mind racing a million miles a minute– so you smiled and nodded, whispering, “Ok…” 

He let out a small chuckle and looked into your eyes, “Yeah?” he smiled wider, “Really?” he raised his eyebrows and nudged his nose against yours as you continued to nod and giggle softly. 

“Yes, really…” you leaned in and kissed him, starting slow and deep, before slowly pecking his lips as you rambled on after a few moments sharing each other's lips, “Shit, we’ve got so much to do in that time to prep… we’ve gotta schedule movers, find a place, I need t-” 

Reed stopped your rambling by kissing you once then whispering, “I love you… God, I’m so in love with you…” his eyes danced over your face, memorizing its features from the freckles on your nose to the small dimple in your cheek, “I…it’s changed my chemical makeup. I’ll never be the same.” he smiled hovering against your lips, “I love you…” 

You bit your lip gently and looked at him before nudging his nose with yours, gently dancing yours with his, whispering back, “I love you…” 

Reed smiled and brushed your cheek softly, “I booked us a room upstairs, thought a small getaway could be nice, you wanna ditch dessert and order some room service?” 

You nodded, “Yes, please…” 

Reed stood and offered his hand for you to take when you heard a man’s voice with a Chicago accent boom from the dining area, “Do my eyes and ears deceive me? Did my dear friend Mister Reed Richards bring a girl to my restaurant?” 

A man around Reed’s age came out in culinary wear, grinning a shit-eating grin as he approached the two of you, “My my, aren’t you a gorgeous sight…” 

You smiled and chuckled lightly, “And you must be Ben… I’ve heard so much about you.” you winked. 

Reed instinctively put his hand on the small of your back, “Nice of you to come out and grace us with your presence…” he smiled at him, “Sweetheart, this is my good friend and the chef, Ben Grimm…” 

He held out his hand, “A pleasure to finally meet you…” 

You introduced yourself and smiled taking his hand and gently shaking it. 

He then gently kissed it and winked, “I’ve heard so much about you from Reed…” he let go of your hand and stood with his hands in his pockets, “He won’t stop talkin’ about you lately whenever he answers my calls…” he jabbed at Reed.

You blushed and looked up at Reed, “Is that so?” 

Reed narrowed his eyes and put his hand to his lip, messing with his facial hair above his chin, smirking at Ben for outing him, chuckling shyly. 

Ben grinned, “What’s that Richards, cat got your tongue bud?” 

Reed chuckled and shook his head then looked down at you, “Yes, that’s true… I talk about you often.” he smiled and rubbed the small of your back. 

You smiled and then looked at Ben, “Reed was just tellin’ me at dinner about you and the dance you two went to sophomore year of high school– remind me what did Ben do again, baby?” you smirked as you looked at Reed, playing chess with Ben, jabbing back teasingly.

Ben turned a shade of red and Reed chuckled, leaning in to kiss your cheek at your cheekiness, “Why don’t you refresh my memory, Ben, was it before or after the dance that you p-...” 

Ben quickly cut him off, waving his hands in surrender, “Ok, I get it, an eye for an eye…” he chuckled and came over, nudging his shoulder, “I’ll shut up.” he smiled and looked at you, nodding at Reed, “I’ll admit, it’s good to see him like this though.” he looked at him then at you, “You bring out a side of him I’ve not seen in a while-- I hope to see it more.” 

You smiled at Ben, “I'm not goin' anywhere so I'll continue to try…” you shyly looked down for a moment before looking up at Ben again.

Reed cleared his throat softly, smiling softly, “You’ll be seein’ it for a while long longer. She’s comin’ with me to DC…” he pulled you closer into him and kissed the top of your head. 

Ben smiled brightly, “That’s wonderful news! You’ll keep an eye on him for me, yeah?” he winked at you. 

You nodded and smiled warmly, “Of course! And you’ll have to come to visit– I’m dying to know how you made that tortellini tonight… was it a red wine reduction you did?” you complimented. 

He chuckled, “A woman with a refined pallet? Damn Reed, you’re one lucky man…” he tsked and then bowed his head, hearing the kitchen getting busy, then looked back up at the two of you, “I should get back. However, I’ll take you up on that offer. Let me know when you get to DC and I’ll come visit, cook you two a meal. Call it a house warmin’ gift.” he winked and started to back away slowly, “It was lovely to meet you, you take good care of my friend…” he smiled at you then looked at Reed, “And you, don’t do anythin’ I would— nothin’ to lose her…” he joked and winked. 

Reed winked at his friend and then reached down to take your hand, “Shall we?” he kissed it coming to stand in front of you. 

You blushed and hummed, looking up at him with nothing but love in your eyes, “Room service for dessert or can I order something off the menu?” you looked at his lips hungrily, slowly tracing your hand down the lapel of his dress jacket. 

“Something or someone, my love?” he grinned. 

Your eyes came to meet his, and you smirked, “Mmm… you think we can order up some strawberries and whipped cream?” you tilted your head playfully then took a step back, tugging gently on his tie.

He chuckled as he moved forward with you, reaching to grab your waist, “That doesn’t answer my question…” 

You bit your lip and let out a small giggle, “It doesn’t?” you lightly licked your lips and then your eyes trailed down to his belt, and you grinned before your eyes shot back up to his, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out then…” smirked.

You let go of his tie and began walking out of the restaurant doors towards the hotel elevator, swaying your hips and for a moment looking over your shoulder seductively, leaving him behind.

He grinned and chuckled lowly before he quickly pulled out his wallet, and threw whatever cash he had at the table for the meal and tip before rushing after you. His cock started to strain against his pants. 

You made it to the elevator just as it had opened. You got in and leaned your back against the wall, tilting your head at him as he was walking quickly towards you, “You comin’ handsome?” 

The bellboy looked back at you and then looked at him, “What floor sir?” he was turning a shade of red by the energy of the two of you. 

Reed lightly slapped a fifty dollar bill against the young man’s chest, “23, and if you keep your eyes forward I’ll double that…” 

The bellboy chuckled, shocked, “Yes sir…” he took the bill and clenched it in his hand before turning forward, focusing on the buttons as the doors closed. 

Reed then moved forward, and grabbed your waist, cupping your cheek, lowly growling, “You’ve been driving me mad with this dress all night…” he leaned down and began kissing you, passionately. He moved his hand from your waist to pull your leg up and wrap around him before sliding his hand down your calf to bring your dress up, slipping his hand under the fabric and up your bare skin. 

Your hands fell against his chest and loosely around his neck when he grabbed you, biting your bottom lip before his lips crashed into yours, taking the air right out of your lungs. 

He pressed himself against you, caging you in against the cold wall. You let out a small moan against his mouth as you could feel his achingly hard cock, begging to be released. 

He groaned softly and gripped onto your thigh, smirking, “Shh... behave…” he moved his lips to begin kissing your neck, causing your head to fall against the wall, pursing your lips together to hold in your sounds. 

As he kissed and softly sucked, his hand under your dress moved further up. To his ultimate surprise– finding you were not wearing panties. 

If he wasn’t in an elevator, with a bellboy and security camera, he’d fall to his knees and suckle at your core like it was his last meal. 

He cursed under his breath then moved up to your ear and whispered, “When were you going to tell me about you not wearin’ any panties?” he softly sucked on your earlobe. 

You couldn’t help but giggle instead of moan as your hand threaded through his hair, keeping his head where it was, “I wanted it to be a surprise…” you whispered back. 

His hand moved to slide between your legs, fingers dipping between your soaked folds, earning a sharp gasp from you followed by a strained whisper, “Reed…” before your hand moved from his head to grip his shoulder.

He pulled back from your ear and looked at you, grinning, “What’s wrong, my love?” he teased, slowly sliding his finger deeper within your folds, teasing your entrance. 

You looked at him and shook your head, then swallowed a moan down, your eyebrows furrowed and you bit your lip, chest heaving. 

He grinned and focused on your lips, watching each little reaction as he slowly slid a digit into your warmth. 

You gasped back a moan, feeling yourself clench around him, and then a loud ‘ding’ sounded, indicating one of two things– you prayed for the latter.

The bellboy softly cleared his throat, “Floor 23 sir…” keeping his eyes where they were. 

Reed smirked as he removed himself from you, bringing his finger to his lips and sucking it clean then quickly pecking your lips.

You bit your lip, aroused like a bitch in heat at that action.

He then backed up a step, reaching into his jacket to pull out a hundred-dollar bill, before taking your hand and pulling you with him, putting the bill in the front pocket of the bellboy's jacket, “Have a good night…” 

“You too…” he said nodding to Reed. 

“Oh, trust me, I will…” Reed said with a low timber to his voice as the elevator doors closed.

He pulled you up against him, leaning in, grinning, “Now, where were we?” he said breathlessly before his lips were back on yours, panting softly and you both devoured each other's lips.

After several minutes and being pinned against the wall, sharing heated passionate kissing of each other's lips and bodies, and almost undressing each other in the middle of the hall-- he picked you up and took you down the hall to enjoy his much-desired dessert for the rest of the night. 

the end...

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[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Shoto’s Got A Hot Date 💥 | TodoBaku Fluff

Snow is swirling through the air today, an unexpected winter cold front taking the city by storm. As usual, crime has dropped a bit in response to the weather. The heroes are able to take a bit of a respite during the colder months. It's harder for most villains to move swiftly through the city streets during weeks like these.

Shoto Todoroki is glad to be done for the day. He leaves his agency promptly at 2pm after an early morning filled with paperwork and internal meetings. Running an agency is hard, but it's definitely worth all the effort. His staff is lovely, his sidekicks are disciplined and well trained, and his hours are starting to become more flexible as he works out the kinks in his Pro Hero schedule.

His secretary tosses a thick red scarf his way as he passes her desk on his way out. With his quirk, it's easy for him to ignore changes in temperature, so he's glad he has other people who look out for him on days like this. He gratefully catches the scarf and wraps it around his pale neck.

"Today's the day, isn't it?" His office manager (Brenda) asks as he stops at her desk to adjust his winter coat. She's around the age of his mom - she's in her mid-fifties with soft dark hair pulled into a neat bun at the nape of her neck. Her square glasses dangle from a beaded chain around her neck, and a golden heart shaped broach glimmers on the lapel of her sensible suit. She's organized and smart - Brenda is the force that keeps everything at the agency running behind the scenes. "You look excited."

"It is. And I am." Shoto says as he does the top button of his coat. "I hope it goes well."

"Of course it will, sweetie. You're a catch." Her kind voice makes Shoto smile warmly. He loves the people he's surrounded himself with at the agency - everyone is kind and caring. They are as invested in his hero work as he is, and the support system is much appreciated. "Just be yourself."

"Thank you." Shoto says as he pulls on his gloves. "Well, I'm off. I'll see you tomorrow." He waves to her as he hops into the elevator, checking his watch to ensure an on-time departure.

The coffee shop is downtown in a quiet neighborhood. Shoto sits patiently on the subway, and tries not to get anxious when the train is slightly delayed. He wonders if his date will mind if he's a minute or two late. He sighs, knowing they'll probably be annoyed no matter what time he arrives. The thought of annoying his date makes him flustered, but not in a bad way. He likes to get under people's skin sometimes. He especially likes to get under this person's skin.

As the train stands still on the tracks, he pulls his planner out of his pocket. He's got today's date starred and underlined in his neat handwriting, and he's thrilled he hasn't had to cancel it due to agency business. This date has been years in the making - so much time has been spent privately pining over this evening. And now...here he is on his way to make it happen.

A few weeks ago, he had finally plucked up the courage to ask his crush out to coffee over text. After a particularly brutal run in with a villain, Shoto had realized how fragile life can be. Bruised and bandaged up, he had decided to just act on his feelings and see if they were returned. He didn't want to spend his whole life waiting and wondering, especially when said life was filled with danger and villains.

The text was simple: "I like you as more than a friend. Can we get coffee and talk through it? Would you be willing to go on a date with me?"

The reply had come through instantly: "Yeah I'll go on a date with you."

A time and location had been quickly decided upon - a neutral space in between the two parties in case things went south. A meeting in an area none of their mutual friends frequented. Shoto had added the date to his planner, and then proceeded to spend the next few weeks hoping the date would go well.

The train finally starts to move and he pockets the planner. He wonders if his date will like the outfit he's wearing - a navy sweater with casual blue jeans and sneakers. It's a civilian outfit - not what Shoto normally wears after work. He's also wearing a light cologne - an icy scent that he hopes his date will find pleasing.

When his train finally pulls into the right station, Shoto bites his lip nervously. He hops the subway gap and makes his way out into the winter sunlight, biting his lip at the air's chill. He has so many things that he wants to say to his date, so many questions he wants to ask...

When he finally comes to the nondescript coffee shop on the corner of Twelfth street, he pauses outside the door. Whether the date goes well or not...well, Shoto decides he is prepared to meet his destiny.

He takes a deep, calming breath before squaring his shoulders and pushing open the shop's door. A bell jingles as the door swings open, and Shoto immediately spots his date at the table. His date looks up from his phone and notices Shoto. He gives Shoto an annoyed glare before calling out:

"You're late, Half-and-Half."

Katsuki Bakugo leers up at Shoto, mean mugging for dramatic effect.

Shoto's heart heats up at the nickname, but he keeps his expression blank and unfazed. Shoto unwinds his scarf and loosens the buttons on his thick winter coat. "Only by five minutes."

"Thought you were standing me up." Katsuki's expression softens minutely before he glances away, embarrassed to meet Shoto's eyes.

"I've waited years for this date. I could never stand you up." Shoto says with his usual blunt honesty. Katsuki rolls his eyes and pulls out a chair, gesturing for Shoto to sit. Shoto's heart glows at the simple gesture and he gently lays his coat over the seat back before sinking into the chair.

"Long day at the office?" Katsuki says, as if they are two normal people with two normal jobs.

"It was...tough today." Shoto says honestly, rubbing at his forehead absentmindedly. He tends to get headaches these days when he's overwhelmed - he suspects it has something to do with his scar and nerve damage but he hasn't had time to truly investigate the phenomenon with a doctor.

"You look tired." Katsuki says, but not unkindly. He sits back in his chair and crosses his arms as he looks over Shoto appraisingly. "Thought you would have been a bit more well rested ahead of the biggest date of your life."

This pulls a small smile out of Shoto. The thing he loves about his friendship with Katsuki...the way they are able to push each other's buttons.

"You fell a little lower on my list of priorities today." He says flatly. He's rewarded by a flare of fire in Katsuki's crimson eyes.

"Next time, I'd better be your top priority, Icy Hot."

"Oh, we're already planning date number two then?"

"Why shouldn't we be. I'm good at everything I do, so of course this is going to be a perfect date."

"You sure about that?"

"Absolutely."

The verbal war is broken up by a gentle call from the barista. "Katsuki?"

The blonde rises from the table and walks over to the coffee bar to grab his order. Shoto watches him - taking in the devastatingly handsome outfit Katsuki has chosen for the evening. He's wearing a thick black thermal shirt that hugs his toned chest in an absolutely sinful way. The top is tucked into dark blue jeans that show off Katsuki's magnificent waist and thighs in the best of ways. Shoto bites his bottom lip as he takes in the swell of Katsuki's ass - what he would give to be able to slide his hands into Katsuki's back pockets to cup that majestic butt...

Katsuki returns a moment later with drinks - tea for himself (he's cutting caffeine for training), coffee for Shoto. He's also brought back a tiny treat bag that he wordlessly passes across the table to Shoto. Shoto takes the tiny bag and flips it open.

"Gingerbread? How did you know it's my favorite?" He asks in genuine surprise, looking up at Katsuki questioningly. It makes sense that Katsuki knows his coffee order after years of being friends and getting together for quick catch ups. But Shoto's preference of sweets is altogether a different beast.

"I do my research, half and half." Katsuki smirks. He watches as Shoto takes a generous bite of the cookie, sinking his teeth into the soft gingerbread with relish. Shoto notes the way that Katsuki's eyes linger on his lips a few moments longer than necessary. All he can think is that maybe he has a shot here...maybe Katsuki really does like him back.

They sink into a comfortable pattern - catching up about work, life and the trials and tribulations of being Pro Heroes. Every once and a while they wade back into verbal repartee - Katsuki snipping at Shoto and Shoto giving a dry reply. Shoto realizes with a start that they are flirting. Being able to assign that word to things gives Shoto a zing of warmth in his chest.

They talk for hours. It's easy to talk to Katsuki - they've been friends for years after graduating UA. They are familiar with each other's ways of thinking and working. Katsuki always has great ideas and opinions when it comes to running an agency. He tells Shoto what he can improve as a leader, how he can better run things as an administrator. It's the kind of discussion that Shoto values beyond all other topics - he doesn't trust anyone more than Katsuki with this sort of thing.

Gradually, the sun sets and the barista makes an announcement for last call. The shop is closing soon so that it can reopen in the early hours of the morning to serve it's commuting customers. Shoto is disappointed by how quickly the time has passed - he wants more of Katsuki. He wants to continue this date - he wants to know. Is everything going well? Does Katsuki want to see him again in this capacity, or just as friends? To be honest, this date has felt like all of their friend catch ups. But Shoto doesn't think that's a bad thing - it just feels natural.

When the barista comes over to clean their table for the night (a not so subtle way of kicking them out of the shop for closing), they take the hint and dawn their winter gear. Katsuki pulls on a fashionable black coat that compliments his outfit perfectly, and Shoto finds himself impressed by the detail. He knows that Katsuki's parents work in fashion, and he likes that his friend has picked up their sense for style.

They leave slowly, lingering outside of the shop to continue their conversation in the cold winter air. It's fully dark out now, and they both have early mornings at their agencies ahead of them. Shoto know's it's time to go, but he just wants to stay here soaking in Katsuki's presence for as long as he can. He wonders if the blonde feels the same way. Maybe he should ask.

"Did this date go well?" He says bluntly, interrupting Katsuki's story detailing out a recent save his favorite sidekick managed.

Katsuki stops talking and smirks.

"What do you think, Freezer-burn?" Infuriating as usual, he flips the question back on Shoto. Shoto shifts on his feet, trying to decide what he wants to say.

"It felt like every other time we hang out - I enjoyed the conversation and your company. You knew my drink order and what kind of sweets I like. I liked the way you kept looking at my face. And I don't want to leave, even though we both need to go and rest before work tomorrow." Shoto rattles off, expression neutral. Katsuki, the more expressive of the two, lets his mouth stretch into a wide grin.

"Sounds like you had fun."

"I did." Shoto says. "I always have fun with you. That's why I wanted to go on a date." He pauses. "Did it feel like a date to you? Or just a normal coffee outing between two friends?"

"Icy Hot. You're overthinking this." Katsuki's grin turns to a scowl as Shoto starts to overanalyze.

"I need to know. Should we try another date or did this date prove that we should just remain good friends? What is the difference between a date and a coffee catch up among classmates?" Shoto is legitimately confused, and he doesn't want to spend the rest of the night wondering.

"Dammit, Shoto. Come here." It's the first time Katsuki's used Shoto's name all night instead of a silly made up nickname. Katsuki steps towards him and uses his big hands to grab Shoto's face. He presses their mouths together and it's softer than Shoto would have anticipated - it's sweet. Katsuki kisses him softly for a moment, letting their lips melt together in a way that fills Shoto with starlight. Everything is both too loud and too quiet and he feels that if Katsuki weren't holding his cheeks he might float away into the night sky.

The kiss only lasts a few moments before Katsuki pulls away roughly. He quickly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and avoids Shoto's gaze.

"There. Friends don't end a hangout like that, now do they?"

"Not in my experience, no."

"So the date went well." Katsuki clarifies. "And I kissed you. So that means I want to do it again."

Shoto smiles, and it's a radiant thing. He isn't known to emote, and so Katsuki takes it in for a moment, basking in the open display of emotion that Shoto is lavishing upon him.

"Good."

"Yeah."

"Alright."

"Well, goodnight then."

Shoto turns to leave, but pauses mid step.

"Maybe we should kiss again. Just to be sure that we're more than friends." Shoto says slowly, his cheeks burning. He glances down at Katsuki's lips and realizes that they are perfectly shaped for kissing. His cupid's bow is begging to be smooched. Shoto's never felt so hyper focused on someone's mouth before. He feels like if he doesn't absolutely devour Katsuki's face in the next twenty seconds he may explode. He can't wait until their second date to kiss him again.

Katsuki gives Shoto a shit eating grin - he's a good kisser, and he knows it.

"You sure you can handle another kiss?" He asks mockingly, staring Shoto down with those intense crimson eyes of his.

"I wouldn't have asked for it if I couldn't handle it, Katsuki." Shoto says flatly, giving Katsuki sass right back. Katsuki revels in the challenge that's laced in his friend's voice.

"We'll see about that." Katsuki murmurs as he wraps his arms around Shoto to pull him in for another kiss. This time, he snakes a hand up the back of Shoto's head and into his dual toned hair. Shoto gasps a bit at the contact - no one has touched his head gently like this in years. Katsuki loves that he can take his friend by surprise like this, carding his hand lightly through Shoto's thick locks as he presses their mouths together harshly.

The kiss is deeper - more aggressive than the last. Shoto's never kissed anyone before, so he lets the explosion hero take the lead. Katsuki's mouth is incredible - it pushes and pulls at Shoto's own like the tide. He tries desperately to keep up, to chase the high of Katsuki's mouth against his own. It's hot and desperate and with a start he realizes it's everything he really wanted all along. He lets his hands fall on Katsuki's tight waist, pulling the blonde impossibly closer and enjoying the texture of Katsuki's thick coat against his fingertips.

They kiss for a while before Katsuki finally pulls away to take a deep breath, warm eyes bright and fond as he looks at Shoto.

"We should get going." He says quietly. "But...we can do this again. We can do this as many times as you'd like, Freezer-burn."

"Good." Shoto can't manage more than a few syllables at a time right now, he's absolutely punch drunk form kissing Katsuki. "I'd like that."

"How's tomorrow work?"

"Yes."

"You didn't even check your shitty little pocket calendar." Katsuki raises an eyebrow at his meticulously organized date.

"It doesn't matter. Whatever I have scheduled tomorrow I'll clear." Shoto says, reaching up to readjust his collar. His cheeks are bright from the kissing and maybe the cold.

Katsuki loves the sound of that.

They part ways - Katsuki calling himself a car home, Shoto walking towards the subway. When Shoto finally boards a train home, he sinks into an empty seat gratefully. He's absolutely exhausted, his heart and head both swirling with emotions and bubbling thoughts.

The most glaring thing on his mind - Katsuki kissed him. He kissed him over and over and gently like it mattered. Shoto's never known Katsuki to be gentle about anything, meaning the blonde must be into him.

He pulls out his tiny pocket planner and flips to the next day, pulling out the small pen that's tucked into the planner's elastic band. He crosses out the meetings he has scheduled during tomorrow evening, and slowly writes under the scribbly in gentle block letters:

Katsuki. Date #2.

He can't wait to tell Brenda about this in the morning.

----

End.

Idk I found this silly gif of them and needed to put it at the bottom of this...

Lol yeahhh so this is the first non-smutty piece of fic I've written in a while. I hope you enjoyed! I just love how straight forward Shoto is and figuring out how he would approach a date with one of his best friends was a fun little challenge. I think that these guys would mesh really well together in their mid to late twenties once Bakugo chilled out a bit and Shoto got a little more situational awareness.

Anyways, hope this was a fun little read!

XOXO,

RedRiotUnbreakableHeart ❤️

[lynnbanks]

Jet lag and brunch

(Would like to add this before you read that y/n (ivy) has Pernicious anemia and you will probably more about it in later stories. I would also like to add I'm not completely sure what this is just wanted to get it out there if there are any mistakes let me know hope you enjoy)

Our first morning/afternoon back at the lake house and if we don't hurry we will be late to brunch with luke parents and jack

Luke is still pretty jet-lagged so he is struggling to get up. “ lukey it is time to get up,” I say while rubbing his bare back long forgotten where his shirt and pants were the second we got to our room at the lake house before crashing onto the bed taking me with him.

“Lay with me for a second please.” we don't have time but I indulge already having myself ready knowing he would likely brush his teeth put on anything he can find at the top of his unpacked suitcase with a hat and be out the door.

“ ok sleepy butt we have 20 minutes to be out the door so in five minutes you need to be up and getting ready” he dismissed me by pulling me into bed with him and onto his chest mumbling “You smell good baby” voice still deep and gravely from sleeping 10 hours straight “ hmm thank you” while I run my fingers through his unruly curls “you ready to eat” I ask in a whisper as to not disturb the calm air around us seeing as we haven’t had a lot of alone time in awhile with all the crazy schedules “mmh yes very ready” “ok then let’s get this show on the road.”

Jack meets us downstairs and we all loaded up into the car, Quinn won’t be in till next week and we will probably do a fancy dinner to celebrate all of us being together and all the boys have accomplished this year.

When we get to the restaurant we meet up with Jim and Ellen in the parking lot, before we go in give a hug to both me and Luke after not seeing us for a while, we walk in and the conversation starts flowing.

Luke has his hand running up and down my leg, with the occasional squeeze, we talk about what we want to eat and enjoy each other's company, our server comes and takes our order not without giving Jack a few long stares and some flirty giggles, while we wait for our food I scoot closer to Luke and lay my head on his shoulder while he wraps his arm around me and kisses my head

“ y/n when are you free next maybe we can go get our nails done for the start of summer” “ I am free Sunday I was also thinking of getting my hair cut and finding a new swimsuit along with the other things we will need for the house we could make a day of it” luke perks up “ you have infusions tomorrow baby you should probably take it slow; don't worry about the other stuff I've got the rest.”

Luke gave me a soft squeeze on the arm to let me know he was still there with me, and all I can think now as I look up at him and smile is I love him. The rest of lunch goes pretty well me and Ellen walk out arm and arm talking about the rest of the details for our “girls’ day”. Me and Ellen have always been very close so I am looking forward to it

when I get to my car Luke is holding the door open and before I get in he pulls me into his body and gives me a soft kiss on the lips his constant need to touch me has always been something I love about him my little luv bug; instead of pulling away fully I lay my head on his chest and look up at him “Hmm I love you” he smiled “ oh really well I am IN love with you so” I laugh “ stop being so competitive Warren”

Back at the house Luke and I decide a nap would be how we spend the rest of the afternoon, so we make our way to one of the larger hammocks we had put in last year for this exact reason.

As I lay with half of my body on top of Luke he plays with the fingers on the hand that isn't playing with his curls we talk about nothing and everything; conversation had always been so easy for us never seeming to get tired of what the other has to say.

“I have missed this with you,” Luke says softly almost like he is saying it to himself; still very tired from the time change and travel that comes with the job on top of all the physical parts of the game.

I just want to rap him up and keep him in my pocket “Well you are about to see a whole lot more of me so be prepared to get sick of me” I say with a slight chuckle “ I don't think I will ever get tired of you” he says with a smile in his voice “ glad to hear it warren”

[writingforstraykids]

He sounds like an asshole

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

Word Count: 1290

Summary: Chan has trouble sleeping and searches for comfort in you as you're reading one of your favorite books once again.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, cuddles, mention of sleeping pills

A/N: I hope you like it😊~Moon🌙

You adjust the blanket covering your feet and glance out of the window as another thunder ripples through the air. The rain hammers against the window and paints its patterns down the glass. Your eyes follow a few drops before you pull yourself back to reality and check the time on your phone. Your boyfriend got home two hours ago, saying something about going to take a nap. Chan looked exhausted, and you know it's because of his busy schedule and clear lack of sleep over those past two weeks. Sometimes, you worry about him when he comes home like that, all pale and whiny, unable to keep his eyes open. You sigh softly and turn the page of your book, continuing to read. Only a few minutes later, you hear him opening the door to your shared bedroom and walking toward you. "You slept alright, love?" you ask, not looking up yet. Chan doesn't answer and stops in front of the sofa. You frown and slowly raise your eyes. The sleeves of his sweater cover his hands almost fully, and once you meet his eyes, your heart sinks. His own are full of tears, some making their way down his cheeks, and his full lips tremble as he exhales sharply. "Hey, what's wrong?" you ask worriedly and put your book aside, pulling your blanket back and patting the spot between your legs. 

"I can't sleep," he presses out, clearly frustrated, and messily wipes his cheeks with the sleeve of his sweater. You gently take his hand and pull him toward you. He lets you and sits down between your legs, resting his head on your chest with a soft sniffle. "I'm so tired, Y/N, but I can't fucking sleep." 

"Oh, Channie, angel," you say softly and wrap your arms around him, soothingly fondling his hair. "Did you take your pills?" 

"Yes," he nods and curls up in your comforting hold. "They're not working." 

"When did you take them?" you ask gently. 

"Half an hour ago," he answers, and you hum softly. 

"You know they need some time to work," you remind him lovingly. 

"I don't have time," he groans. "I should be able to work tomorrow and finish everything. I also need to meet with Min and Felix to discuss the new dance and Hannie needs help with-." 

"Chan," you stop him gently but firmly. "Maybe that's exactly the problem here. You worry too much about what needs to be done instead of letting yourself relax for a moment." 

"So it's my fault now?" he asks, sulking, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. 

"That's not what I meant," you sigh softly and rub his back. "Is there something that might help you relax and support the pills working their magic?" 

Chan cuddles into you and sighs softly. "This helps a little," he says, and you chuckle. "Hey, I mean it," he pouts. 

"You're adorable," you smile and plant a soft kiss on top of his head. He looks up at you and chases your lips, humming softly as you give him what he wants. You can taste his tears on his lips and cup his face, thumbs wiping his cheeks. "You know what my mum used to make me when I couldn't sleep?" 

"Milk with honey?" he asks sweetly, and you gently bop his nose. 

"How does that sound?" you ask, brushing back his loose curls. 

"Lovely, but then you have to get up," he sighs and looks adorably helpless. "And I'll be alone."

You can't help but laugh at that. "Channie, come on," you protest, and he giggles softly, his beautiful dimples appearing. You cup his face and kiss his forehead. "I'll be right back, okay?" 

"Okay," he sighs dramatically with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

You shake your head and get up, walking over to your kitchen space to prepare it for him. You watch him as he wraps your blanket around his shoulders and stares into the distance, trying to calm his thoughts. You're back with him only a little later, and he sits between your legs, leaning back against you as he sips his milk. You pick up your book again and rest your chin on his head, knowing it would help him feel like he didn't distract you. 

Chan smiles softly and rests his hand on your knee, his thumb painting mindless patterns on it. Having you there with him distracts him from the fact that he can't sleep and gives him some much-needed peace. He starts reading along but soon gives up since he can't follow the plot without knowing the characters or any of the previous scenes. "He sounds like an asshole," he comments after a moment, making you giggle. 

"You think so?" you ask, amused.

"You think so?" he echoes and turns a little to look at you. "You'd kick my ass if I talked to you like that." 

"That's a little violent, but you might have a point," you snort. 

"Of course I do," he snorts back and shakes his head. "I'd hate him." 

"Well, thank God you're not the protagonist," you chuckle. 

"Is she going to fall in love with him?" he asks disgusted. 

"People can change," you remind him. 

Chan grabs the book to look at the title and bites back a groan. "Again?" 

"Yes, again," you chuckle. "Just like you perform the same stuff over and over again and don't get bored." 

"That's something else every time, baby," he protests. 

"Maybe this is too?" you laugh. 

"I doubt that," he frowns and takes another sip of his milk. 

"I've never read this while your insomnia kicked in, and you sat between my legs drinking milk with honey before, though," you think out loud, and he turns to look at you. You can see how ridiculous he thinks you are and have to laugh. 

"You're so stupid sometimes, I love you," he giggles. 

"I love you too," you smirk. 

He huffs softly and sinks back against you, putting his empty mug aside. "Gosh, I really wanna sleep," he mutters softly. 

You shift on the sofa with him, and he gets comfortable on top of you, his legs intertwined with yours. His head rests on your chest, and you gently run your fingers through his hair. "I could read to you, you'll find it so boring it'll make you fall asleep," you suggest, and he giggles. 

"Fine, it's worth a try," he says, knowing that your angelic voice and not boredom will make him sleep if this would work. 

You start reading out loud and subconsciously play with his hair as you do, enjoying the comforting warmth his body spends. "I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me, Cardan returns."

"Asshole," Chan comments convinced, and makes you laugh. He smiles softly and listens to your voice, which slowly pulls him in. Your steady heartbeat beneath him helps him calm down, and feeling you breathe beneath him makes him adjust his own. He closes his eyes, focusing on you only, and slowly notices the pills kicking in as they should. Combined with the soothing movement of your hand in his hair and your presence, he finally relaxes. 

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You smile to yourself as he grows heavier on you and snuggles up close, almost leaning into your touch. You lean down and lovingly kiss his head. "Night, Channie love." He only manages to mumble something back drowsily, and you know the pills are working now. You continue reading loudly for another while until you're sure he's deep asleep and put the book aside. You smile softly at him clinging to you in his sleep and soothingly rub his back, allowing yourself to rest as well.

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Serendipity- Ch. 11

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Rhyan POV

 weeks later

I was hanging out backstage with Bi & Jade, right before their tag match with Chelsea & Piper. 

"Y'all real hype bout your match tonight" I said as I continued getting ready. I didn't have a match tonight but I had a couple segments tonight to hype up my match with Rhea at Survivors Series. We were finally about to put an end to this feud once and for at all one of the major PLEs.

"Sure is, then we gonna take them titles from them kabuki warriors at survivor series" Jade said as she put on the rest of her gear. 

"While snatching them by they edges" said Bianca said as her and Jade high-fived each other. 

I laughed at them as I finished getting ready "I will meet y'all right before your match, let me go get beautified" We did our handshake and I went to the glam team. After I was done I decided to go find Jey. We haven't seen each other in a week due to our schedules, but tonight we was both supposed to be here.

(Hair/Makeup & Outfit)

I walked into catering to see Jey, but stopped when I seen him talking to Rhea. I would've been ok if she hadn't been touching all on his arm and super close to him. They were both smiling and talking and that pissed off. 

I walked out of catering deciding to go back to the locker room before our segment. I was stopped by Kayla who wanted to do a quick interview. 

"Hey glad I found you, Paul wanted me to interview you before your segment tonight" 

"Ok lets go" 

We get to the interview area and set up, getting the countdown before filming. 

"Hey guys, Kayla Braxton here and I am joined by our WWE Women's World Champion Rhyan Simone" 

I can hear the crowd cheering as I came into view. 

"What's up Kayla?"

"Hey Rhyan, so with your match with Rhea coming up this weekend, can you tell us what is your mental state going into this match?"

"Kayla, this is the most confident I have ever felt going into a match, I will walk into Survivor Series as the Women's World Champion and I will walk out the same way" I shifted the title to my other shoulder keeping my focus on Kayla.

"Are there any final words for your opponent before Saturday?"

I smirked a little "Everything I need to say, I will say in the ring, I want to say it face to face" I smirked at the camera then walked away. As I walked away I spotted Jey making his way to me. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, hearing him call out my name. 

I was just about to turn the corner when I felt him grab me and turn me around. 

"What do you want Jey?" He looked token back at my harsh tone towards him. Scrunching his eyebrows in the process. 

"Well hello to you too, what's got you in the mood?" He stood back with his arms crossed. 

"It doesn't matter" I rolled my eyes at him, soon feeling the cool surface of the wall behind me. 

"No, it does matter when you're having an attitude with me, I am trying to figure out what's the issue" 

I folded my arms not saying anything to him as I am trying to keep my composure in this hallway full of people. 

"You won't tell me now, but after the show we're going to talk" he said backing away. 

"Don't have your heart set on it, there won't be no after the show" I pushed away from the wall, readjusting the title on my shoulder.

"Dru I am not going to play these games with you, if I don't see you there's going to be a problem"

"You don't have to worry about me, ask your girlfriend Rhea to meet up with you" I walked away as I left him there without another word. 

I finally made it back to the locker room where it was only Bi , Jade, and few other female superstars. I went over by Bianca and sat down, irritation all over my face.

"You good girl? you look like you ready to beat a bitch up?" Jade says as she's finishing her snack.

I sighed and nodded "Yeah I'm good, just tired and ready to get this night over with"

They nodded and moved on to a different conversation. A little while later the show was underway and I was still in the locker room, avoiding making any further contact with Jey before my segment. It was finally time for my segment as I was in gorilla waiting for my music to hit. 

We were doing a contract signing before our big match on Saturday. 

Pearce was finally done introducing Rhea and was introducing me. Once my music hit I was in the zone. I came out to a thunderous pop, as the crowd went insane. I looked at the ring and kept a strong gaze on Rhea as she did the same. We didn't break eye contact once as I entered the ring and sat across from her. 

"Now ladies, let's make this simple and sign the contract for you match this weekend" Pearce said as he handed the contract to Rhea and she signed it. Pearce then moved the contract in front of me. 

I grabbed the mic in-front of me "See Pearce, there's nothing simple about this match" I said as I took my focus from Pearce to Rhea "There won't be nothing simple, in this match we're both coming for blood" 

"I couldn't agree more Rhyan, this match is a very important match in our career" Rhea smirked as she continued talking "I had a lot of time to think and Rhyan, you were right, I do need that title but that title also needs me"

I laughed "Oh Rhea, I never took you as a comedian, the things I've achieved while being champion you can only dream of, too bad at Survivor Series I am going to crush every bit of that little girl's dream"

Rhea snarled at my words, which was perfect that's exactly what I wanted it to do. She picked up her mic once again "Lets be clear Rhyan, you know stepping in the ring with me will bring you to..." She stopped and smirked "Main Event levels" She emphasized main event, only us two would know what that mean. 

Something in me snap, and I flipped the table on her immediately launching myself towards her. Once I got her on the ground I started sending punches from left to right until an influx of security grabbed us and pulled us apart. 

I got one good kick in before she was dragged during the ramp. I picked up the contract, signed it, and threw it towards her. I grabbed my title and held it up, "You will never take this title off me! You are beneath me! You are nothing without me!" 

I quickly jumped down from the apron making my way backstage once it was clear and immediately headed to the locker room to get my stuff. 

I stayed around for a bit, hanging out with the girls until it was Jey's match against Dominic. 

"You've been hanging out with us a lot today, why didn't you go see Jey before his match?"

"Long story short, I am not speaking with him right now" The girls sent shocked faces my way.

"What happened?"

I told them the story of what happened, all the way up to my segment with Rhea.

"Girl you not talking to him is going to fix anything" Bi said as she unlaced her boots.

Jade nodded her head in agreeance "Always have the open communication" 

"I will talk with him once I am ready, right now I am pissed" I folded my arms as I watched Jey's match. I flinched when Jey landed awkwardly in the ring. 

"look at you, you still care about that man" Bi said laughing a me. I shook my head and turned my attention just as the bell rang and Judgement Day was out there beating Jey down. Normally I would go wait in gorilla after his matches but I gathered my stuff, said bye to the girls, much to their dismay of me leaving without talking with Jey. 

I made it to the airport, checking my phone before boarding noticing I had a few missed calls and messages from Jey 

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               Dru wya?

               So you really left?

              If you don't answer your phone Dru, it's going to be a problem

            Bet

I rolled my eyes as I sat in my seat. I am completely over the situation.  I will deal with it on my own time. 

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Spider's Web

Summary: What really happens when you're gone on missions?

Pairing: fem!ssReader x Natasha

Warnings: Angst no happy ending.

AN: We all need our heart broken sometimes

Exiting the quinjet you released an audible sigh of exhaustion. The mission while shorter than scheduled had sapped all the energy out of you. You were extrememly greatful to be back two days early not sure what a full two weeks would of done to you. Scanning the few on the landing pad you aren't greeted with the comforting red hair of your girlfriend but you don't think much of it, you were early and Natasha was often busy herself. Slumping over you slowly make your way down to the meeting room grabbing your paperwork to get it over and done with so you could enjoy uninterrupted sleep. It only took you about an hour and by the end of it you could barely keep your eyes open.

Making your way to the bedroom you shared with the red head you'd yet to see today you're so in your own head it takes you a moment to register the steady thump you hear coming through the wall. Disregarding the noise, you grab your handle door unlocking due to facial recognition. As you open the door, your drowsiness begins to fade, your adrenaline suddenly pumping as if you were still deployed with bullets flying past you. You recognize the back Maria Hill, her body moving at a steady pace pumping into your girlfriend who is panting below her. Familiar small whines escaping plump lips. The room smells like sex, a noticeable temperature increase once you passed the threshold, and you take into account that they must have been at it for hours, long before you got home. In an instant, you process everything, eyes taking in the disheveled room with clothes thrown everywhere. Every surface slightly rough housed as if they'd gone at it like animals against every piece of furniture you owned, and you can't help the audible deep laugh that escapes you. The noise finally alerting the two spies of your pressence. Maria bends over Natasha in an attempt to cover her, which causes her green eyes to meet yours. The red heads widening frantically and that only makes you laugh a little harder.

"Wow, I have to say even I'm impressed. Your act is so good you even got me to let down my walls. Don't stop on my account, I'll just see myself out."

You say with a chuckle closing the door as you shake your head and fight the tears that want to pool in your eyes. The Black Widow had spun even you the Angel of Death into her web. You should have known, should have realized it was all a lie no one could ever possibly love someone with a past like yours. You begin your trek down the hall towards the elevator unsure of where you were going just knowing you needed to get away. You're almost there when you hear a door slam open behind you but you don't even turn around continuing towards your destination. Your hands flex and unflex, you were truly having an out of body experience. Is this how heartbreak feels? Your chest clenches and suddenly you don't know how to breath. Crossing the threshold into the elevator you turn to hit the button right as Natasha runs up to you. She looks thoroughly fucked hair a mess, kiss plumped lips. Her clothes are thrown on the shirt she's wearing not even hers you realize.

"(Y/N) wait. Let me explain."

You raise your eyebrow crossing your arms as you look down at the shorter woman.

"No, I don't think I will."

"(Y/N) please."

You fight back another chuckle at her desperation.

"You weren't worried about me while I was gone on my mission, you weren't worried about me when I got back almost two hours ago, and if I hadn't walked in on you and Maria you wouldn't be worried about me now. So no Natasha, we're done fuck off and go back to laying under Maria."

You push the girl back getting her outside of the elevator doors before hitting the ground floor not bothering to spare the red head another glance. As soon as the doors ping signaling you're at your destination, you're walking. Heading straight for the front doors to the compound. You keep going passing the garden, the track, the tech building, heading straight for the forest tree line.

"FUUUUUUCK."

You scream at the top of your lungs before punching a tree with all your might the log exploding into a rain of small splinters.

"Guess you learned your lesson (Y/N)."

You say to yourself as you pace back and forth. The pain in your chest unfamiliar and highly uncomfortable. Your throat hurts with the tears you refuse to let out, blood pumping with anger and sadness all together. This feeling was unbearable, you'd compare it even to tortures you'd endured as a science guinea pig. You try and even out your breathing ignoring the tremble in your lip and cloudiness in your eyes.

"You're okay, you're okay. You are okay."

Four Months Later

You grab your go bag slipping it over your shoulder. You're dressed in your familiar skin tight black shirt and brown pants. Fabric straining around your new muscle growth. You leave your shoulder length hair to fall around your face deciding to tie it up later in the quinjet. Chewing on a piece of gum you head for the roof. In the past one hundred and twenty three days you'd shut yourself off completely. Detaching from your own emotions even you don't recognize yourself in the mirror sometimes but it was for the best, for your protection. You'd dedicated yourself to your job and your training finding little to no time for anything else and taking almost every mission that came across your desk. On the roof you're greeted by your fellow Avengers the trip to Wakanda an urgent one that required the whole team. You keep your head down for the most part not wanting to risk locking eyes with ones you knew to be staring at you. You'd successfully avoided Natasha since your last encounter and even though this mission would be the first you'd work together since you were determined to keep it up. After the quick debreif you all load onto the jet taking your usual seat off in the corner you plug your ears with headphones wanting nothing more that to be left alone for the flight. You ignore the familiar feeling of eyes on you settling to scroll through your phone for music, you feel her steps approach through vibrations in the floor but don't look up completely ignoring her pressence when she comes to stand in front of you. She hesistates a moment before sighing moving to sit next to you but before she can another red head quickly slots into the space crossing her legs and opening up the book she had in her hands.

"Sorry but this spots taken."

Wanda says without even looking up leaning back as she begins to read allowing her red wisp like magic to float between her fingers. Another sigh escapes Natasha but she accepts her defeat moving to the other side of the jet to sit by Clint. I appreciate that. You think knowing the scarlett witch is listening and she merely hums in response eyes never leaving the pages before her. As you apporach the border you pull out a hair tie running your fingers through your hair in an attempt to tame it before pulling it back. The action catches the witches attention pulling her eyes from her book for the first time that flight.

"May I?"

The question causes you to pause eyeing the red head out the corner of your eye as you contemplate.

"No need to think so hard I promise not to ruin your precious locks."

You release a sigh relenting and passing the hair tie to the woman next to you. You hate to admit how comforting it feels to have her nails lightly scratch your scalps as she pulls your hair back. Making quick work of throwing your hair into an efficient bun. The trip to Wakanda is worse than imagined the attack being more that anyone had anticipated and if it hadn't of been for an unexpected visit from Fury's friend among the stars you're sure more than one of you would of ended up dead. You search the battlefield with Steve and Bucky looking for Wanda, Natasha, and Tony. Your three unaccounted for teammates. While Jarvis still had heartbeat signatures from all of them Steve begins to audibly worry the longer the search takes. You find Tony first half his suit fried and fighting unconsciousness Steve picks him up lightly before running back to the others. You and Bucky continue deeper in the battlefield luckily it doesn't take long you find both red heads close to eachother, the two of them having gone down in some last stand together. Natasha has a bad cut on her abdomen but the bleeding has mostly stopped indicating the blade didnt hit any artery. Wanda has nasty cuts to both arms including a gash on her thigh which she seemed to have temporarily mended with the last of her magic. Bucky moves towards Wanda but you grab his shoulder moving ahead of him towards Wanda going around Natasha's injured form. You miss the tears that form in the Black Widows eyes not that you'd of cared for them anyway. Bending over Wanda you push her messy hair out of her face before giving her a once over.

"Always have to go a bit overboard don't you witch?"

You ask as you examine her arms before leaning towards her thigh noting the seriousness of the injury.

"Go hard or go home. Isn't that what you tell me in the gym?"

Her accented voice replies and for the first time in one hundred and twenty three days a small smile plays on your lips.

"Yes, yes it is."

You tuck your arm under Wanda's legs before placing your other behind her back.

"Hold onto me, we need to get you to med asap your leg is in seriously bad shape."

The witch hums in response her magic use taking its toll but doing as instructed as you lift her bridal style turning to Bucky who held Natasha in a similar fashion The two of you take off in a cool jog, your eyes constantly scanning the witch in your arms. Approaching the rest of the team and medical you waste no time heading straight to Banner as he finishes looking over Tony.

"She's in rough shape, the cut to her thigh hit an artery."

Banner immediately gets to work the moment you lay the girl on the table.

"Don't pass out on me now Wanda."

You say as you see her eyelids begin to flutter causing a light chuckle to leave the red heads lips.

"After you you call me Wanda, I would never."

On the quinjet you watch Wanda from affar for a minute mind running a million miles a second but once you see Natasha trying again to apprach you, you make up your mind. Grabbing the book you knew Wanda was reading earlier you go to sit beside the woman who was laying with her eyes closed.

"Would you like me to read to you?"

You ask after a beat of slience. Green eyes crack open looking your way before smiling.

"I would love that."

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omg maybe some soft angst bcs evelyn overworks herself and callum is so worried

For A Fortnight There We Were:

A LITTLE ONE SHOT SINCE YOU ALL SEEM FERAL FOR THEM AND I LOVE IT AND ENCOURAGE IT

tw: mentions of drug use/addiction

"Hi everyone, I'm Evelyn Shaw, and I'm so happy to finally be introducing you to the new Dior Addict Lip Glow Oil." She held the tube to her lips and pressed a cheeky kiss to the side. "It's infused with cherry oil which nourishes my lips after long days on set and even longer nights on the romantic streets of Paris."

"Cut! Let's reset and run again." Evelyn yawned as the camera turned off then looked up as her makeup artist approached with an eye pencil.

"Do I look as shitty as I feel?" Now in London, she had been in Paris this morning, finishing fittings for fashion week, The Hague three days ago for an engagement on behalf of the United Nations Women's Conference and she was due back on set for House of the Dragon by the end of the week.

"No. You look glossy and juicy," Nicole teased.

"Let me get some spray on the fly aways." Ev closed her eyes as her hair stylist spritzed a toothbrush and brushed it over her hair.

"Have we heard anything from Callum yet?" She was headed straight to a meet and greet at the Dior store in Mayfair after this before she had just enough time to change for the launch dinner she was hosting as the newly minted Global Ambassador for Dior Beauty.

"Mark was on the phone finalizing your filming schedule for next week so it didn't conflict with your brother's graduation so I'll flag him when he gets back," Nicole offered.

She hadn't seen Callum in almost a week. There were unanswered texts and calls and a red circle on her FaceTime app.

Evelyn felt awful about it but her first trip for work since the pandemic was proving to have more of a strain on her relationship than she thought it would. She was used to using work to distract herself from her ex-husband and saying yes to everything so she didn't have to be at home. Now, with Callum, that was all she wanted to do. And she knew it was perfectly in her control to change it but she couldn't find the right way to convince her brain this man was different.

"Alright, Evelyn, let's do more sultry than cute this time." She shook the fog from her mind and stared down the camera.

"Hi everyone, I'm Evelyn Shaw, and I'm going to let you on my secret for endlessly kissable lips..."

----

She kept her sunglasses on as she stepped out of the car and let the screams and camera clicks wash over her. She blew kisses and waved as her security ushered her into the store and the door closed behind her with a sigh. Evelyn made an extra effort to shake the hand of all the staff that were in the store and hugged the handful of Dior executives that she had gotten to know during the process of launching the lip oil.

"Ev, let's get some candids of you looking at the new collection over here." Bleary eyed, she slowly rifled through the racks as her stylist took a few photos.

"Hey, Mark?" she called for her assistant as everyone made final preparations before opening the doors. "Do we have any..." she brushed her finger over the tip of her nose, asking for a hit.

"I do, but you were going to stop now that you got out of that relationship, right?"

"Yeah but I'm about to fall over and just need to get through tonight and I'll be fine." They had done this song and dance with her and cocaine before. The habit stopped and started in fits. "A pinky nail. That's all I'm asking for."

"Not here, Ev. Go to the dressing room and I'll bring it back." She kissed his cheek and headed to the back, reapplying her lipstick and fluffing her hair before pacing around the room for a few laps. Finally, there was a knock at the door.

"Fucking finally, Mark, I'm-" She opened the door and it wasn't Mark. "Cal."

"It's been a minute, Ev. You pick up on old habits while you were gone?" He wasn't sure if she had read his message or listened to his voicemails since she'd left. They had gotten increasingly desperate so he hoped she hadn't. But if she was using again, it was no wonder she wasn't responsive.

"No." Her lip quivered. "I'm just exhausted, Callum." Hiding away with him wasn't an option anymore. The safety of his bed wasn't an option anymore.

"There's other ways for us to fix that. Ways that don't involve you pushing me away and letting those vultures back into your life." She fell into a chair and dropped her head into her hands.

"Everyone wants a piece of me and I don't have enough to go around." There were legal battles over dividing assets. Magazines and podcasts that spent their time speculating on the true reason behind her failed marriage and spending hours and pages devoted to convincing someone, anyone, that Callum was a controlling manipulator who had tricked her into cheating with him for status. Photographers who lined every street she walked and yelled obscenities and tried to snag a shard of her broken soul. "You're my drug, Callum. You make the voices stop when I'm with you. But I can't always be with you."

"But that's why we learn how we communicate best. We call or we text or send each other dumb photos to make it feel like we are always with each other." He sat down on the floor in front of her and put her hands on his cheeks. "I'm right here, Ev. And I'm not going anywhere. I'm not him."

"I'm sorry I didn't call. I wanted to. I just didn't know what to say." For all the benefits quarantining together had offered for their relationship, it had also introduced certain complexities. Introduced reliance and dependencies and they hadn't learned how to be apart. Let alone how to be successful at it. "I'm still getting used to things being normal. To having you as part of my normal."

"I'm sorry I didn't come find you sooner."

"Promise you'll always find me? Even when I'm just lost in my own head?" He kissed her forehead.

"Especially then, Evvie."

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fluffy surprise - Marco Bezzecchi

Y/N x Marco Bezzecchi Theme: Fluff Marco has a fluffy surprise for you x word count: 840+ taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :)

The new year started just two weeks ago, but it feels like it's been a few minutes. Life tends to be hectic, and at times, it feels like everything and everyone is moving at light speed.

You're walking through your apartment, carrying multiple little boxes at once. It's that time again, and you feel like changing the living room decoration. There are so many little pieces—figurines, books, and pictures—that need to be adjusted to leave the old year behind.

You're putting up some new pictures you took with your boyfriend, Marco. He was the one who approached you during a night out, and it was so much fun. For two months now, you've been dating, and it's just perfect.

When he told you about his profession as a MotoGP pilot, you were intrigued right away. The way he spoke about it all made you fall in love with the whole sport as well. Even though the schedule might become an issue in the future, the two of you are certain to rise above it.

You put the last stack of boxes down, ready to join the others in the basement, and you hear the door at the end of the hallway creak open.

"Y/N? It's me, Marco." You hear his voice echo through the hallway as he steps inside.

"I'm in the bedroom." You say this with a huge smile forming on your lips. He wasn't sure if he could make it, so his arrival is an even better surprise.

Marco takes his jacket off and makes his way toward you. Hearing his footsteps approaching, you turn around just in time to see him enter the bedroom.

"Hey." He says so happily and leans forward, kissing you softly. You embrace his soft lips on your own, and subconsciously, you run your fingers along his firm arm until you reach his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"Mhmm." Marco purrs before he pulls away, tilting his head and watching the stack of boxes sitting behind you on the bed. "You already started?" He says this, a shy smile spreading across his face.

"I'm already done." You tilt your head as well, almost teasingly, and squeeze his hand lovingly. "So, the rest of the day is ours alone."

Marco licks his lips, but he acts a little weird: he blushes and pulls his hand out of yours to run it through his beautiful hair. "Very good." He chuckles, looks down, and his face flushes with even more color.

"Is everything okay?" You say, and that's when you notice him hiding something beside his back.

"Yeah, yeah." He nods and lifts his head to meet your gaze. His eyes sparkle a little; a hint of shyness is hidden inside them, which sends shivers down your spine. "I've got something for you." Marco's voice is a little rougher than usual as he reveals a little, colorful bag hidden behind his back.

Your heart quickens with anticipation. "Marco." You say it in a higher-pitched voice. "You shouldn't have."

Curiosity fills the air all around you as he hands you the bag.

"I saw this and thought of you." Marco's face lights up as a slight smile plays on his lips. He stroked his own chest once before running a hand through his hair again.

You feel your face and your entire body heat up as well. Just holding the bag lets the excitement ignite a fiery spark inside your belly.

Carefully, you open the bag, revealing a fluffy cat plush with its soft fur and big button eyes instantly capturing your attention. "Ohhhh." You let out a sound, so soft yet so telling. The little plush stares into your eyes, causing you to smile so, so brightly.

"It's so cute." The same sound escapes your lips, and even though no one might ever decipher it, Marco's smile widens as he starts to giggle.

"I hope you'll like it." He says it softly as you pull the plush out of the bag. His cheeks flush with a mix of nerves and excitement. "I thought it might keep you company when I'm not around." Marco explains.

A warmth spreads through your entire chest as you hug the push close. "It's perfect." You exclaim, unable to contain your joy.

The two of you share a moment of laughter, his initial shyness melting away. With a tender smile, he pulls you into a hug, the simple gesture of sealing the sentiment behind this thoughtful gift.

"Thank you, Marco." You steady yourself against him as you start swaying slightly.

"You're very welcome." He purrs again.

In that embrace, you feel a connection that speaks louder than words ever could. He places a kiss on your forehead before he separates himself just enough for you to still feel the warmth of his body.

"I know the right spot for her." You glance at the soft cat plush, and together, you make the living room.

Right there, on the now empty shelf, you put her as Marco hugs you from behind again.

[d8nielaa]

can you write a jason schmidt x reader story :)

Reader goes to college in California so she has not been able to see him perform in the outsiders and that of course makes him sad but he understands until one day she decides to surprise him and he sees her when he is doing stage door.

if not i understand!! thank youuuu :)

Authors Note: yes ofcc anon! im a little hesitant to write and post this because i know how people are when it comes to writing about real actors and celebrities. im a little scared cause the other day i got some really degrading messages for the brody fic but, i think ill be okay because I have posted more than 5 Dan Berry fics sooo

I’m Here

Jason Schmidt x fem!reader

I didn’t want to leave New York, I love that place with all my heart. But I knew if i was gonna go to college, it had to be out of state. I wanted more than just tall skyscrapers and noisy streets. I wanted more space, and to meet new people. So when i opened my acceptance email from CSUN, i was thrilled. But then, i remembered that I’d be leaving Jason. Before previews for The Outsiders.

Now, i was second guessing my decision. But it was already too late. My bags were packed and the ticket was booked, I’d be staying at the dorms they have over there. It’s gonna be hard. The busy schedules and different time zones, we’d barely have time for each other.

But i was determined to make it work. I would stay faithful and keep Jason in my heart. All i could do was hope that he did the same. Which he did. We would call every chance we got, to which we always expressed our feelings and how much we missed each other. Which was enough to keep me going, but recently, I’ve been missing him more. Way more than I should be.

So, i booked a ticket and packed my bags for a week. I was going back to New York to see Jason.

It was around 4 am when i left, my flight left at 7. I made it on time and bordered my flight, which i never thought I’d be able to do alone because i hate flying.

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After about 5 hours and 30 minutes later, I made it back to New York. Back home. I was able to get a very last minute ticket to tonights show, so I quickly dropped my stuff off at a hotel and made my way to the theater. Where I would see Jason again.

Yes it has only been a few months, but you can't blame me for missing my boyfriend. You'd feel the same.

I got to the theater, giving the usher my ticket. He handed me a playbill and escorted me to my seat. A few minutes later, the show started.

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The show was amazing, everything I had expected it to be. Jason's singing and acting..Gosh it just blew me away. I have never been so proud of someone like that before. Jason was one of the most talented people I've ever known, and I'm glad he's my boyfriend.

Once the show ended, I quickly made my way to the stage door. Jason's friends/coworkers slowly began coming out. Emma Pittman remembered me, and pointed me out to Brent Comer, who smiled and hugged me over the barricade.

"Jason's gonna be so happy to see you, he misses you like crazy." He said, patting your shoulder before moving on to the next person.

Daryl Tofa, also remembered me.

"Yooo, y/n/n! Oh my gosh, it's so good to see you" Daryl said, hugging me over the barricade, just like Brent and Emma had done. I smiled, hugging him in return.

"I think Jason's comin' out right no-" He was cut off by the sound of the stage door opening and the fans at the barricade screaming. Me and Daryl both looked and saw Jason, who was ready to sign a load of playbills.

However, when he turned his head and saw me, everything changed. Daryl backed away as Jason practically ran up to me, hugging me tightly against the barricade. I hugged him back, despite the slight pain that came from the metal bars being pressed against me.

Jason seemed to notice this, and held onto me tightly, pulling me up and over the barricade with the help of Daryl. He put me down on the floor, hugging me tightly as tears came to my eyes. I of course hugged him back, not really caring if the girls at the barricade were recording this interaction.

"I'm here Jason..I'm here"

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Authors Note: Heyyy guyss!! yay another upload! I got another fic coming soon and I'm sorry for the slow uploads, school has made me so tired and im actually crashing out 😋

[sydsaint]

I would love to see another fic featuring the three cocky sexy boyfriends Austin Theory, Grayson Waller and La Knight.

My fav trio tbh

The Smackdown GM gets some exciting news about a promotion as well as getting involved in another incident where she finds Waller, Theory, and Knight coming to her rescue.

The arena is buzzing with excitement for Smackdown's season premiere tonight. All of the big names have been scheduled to show up for the show, including your boss, Triple H. 

"Adam, will you stop pacing like that?" You ask Pearce from your desk as he paces endlessly around the room. "You're making me dizzy." 

"Sorry, Y/N." Pearce comes to a stop in front of your desk and fixes his unkempt tie. "How are you not nervous about tonight?" He asks you. "Hunter said in his email that he has an announcement that had to do with both of us." He reminds you. 

You shrug and tap your pen against your desk. "So? Why are you worried about it? Hunter didn't mention that it was anything bad did he?" You ask. "And as far as you and I know, we haven't done anything wrong. Have we?"

"No." Adam shakes his head. "But still,"

"Just relax, Pearce." You flash him an assuring smile. "I'm going to head down to the production truck to make sure they have everything ready for the show. You go ahead and get ready for Hunter, and I'll meet up with you later, okay?" You rise to your feet. 

Adam nods and walks back over to his desk. "Alright. But please don't be late to meet with Hunter." He asks you. 

"Mhm. Try not to have a heart attack while I'm gone, Pearce." You muse before walking out the door. 

You head down to the production truck and check to make sure that everything is in order for the night. On your way back to the office, you pass by the backstage interview setup and see Lexie interviewing Carlito and Bobby Lashley. You watch for a moment and are about to walk away when suddenly Montez and Angelo come up from behind the set and attack Carlito. 

"Shit!" You curse and hurry over to the set before any serious damage can be done. 

Lexie flies past you to get out of the way and you jump between Bobby wielding a chair and Carlito laid out on the floor. "Hey! Put it down!" You shout at Bobby, your hands held out in front of you. 

Lashley stops mid-swing and you flinch but stand your ground. He lowers the chair to his side and glares at you. But when you remain unmoved, he storms off with Montez and Angelo. 

"Someone get medical over here now!" You shout at a few bystanding stagehands. 

The medical staff arrived a few minutes later and help Carlito out. You take a moment to compose yourself and get ready to hurry back to the office before you're late. Zelina Vega and Bayley interrupt you arguing about what went down at Fastlane a week ago. 

"She got in the way and almost cost Iyo her title!" Bayley barks at you. 

"Well, she wasn't even supposed to be down there!" Zelina whines back. 

Frustrated, and knowing that you're about to be late, you glare at both women. "Enough!" You shout. "I want both of you out in the ring in ten minutes! You two can solve this little dispute out there." 

Bayley and Iyo both nod and head off for their match. With the dispute settled, you hurry back to the office before it's too late. 

When you arrive at the office, Pearce is standing by his desk and talking to LA Knight, Austin Theory, and Grayson Waller. Confused as to why Pearce would be talking with the three men that you're usually tasked with dealing with, you head over to them. 

"What are you three doing here?" You walk over to the group. "Pearce? What's going on?? You ask Adam. 

"Y/N!" Grayson and Austin turn around in unison when they hear your voice. 

Knight turns around as well and sets a tentative hand on your arm. "Y/N, sweetheart, are you alright?" He asks you. 

"Yeah, we heard that Bobby Lashley almost smashed you out with a chair," Austin adds. 

"What the hell happened out there?" Grayson asks you. 

You look at Pearce, realizing that the reason Knight, Waller, and Theory are in the office is because they came looking for you. "Lashley, Ford, and Dawkins attacked Carlito while he was doing his interview with Lexie." You explain. "I stepped in to ensure they didn't seriously hurt him, and Lashley had a chair in his hands." 

"That neanderthal didn't hit you with the chair, did he?" Knight asks you. 

"No, he stopped himself and put it down." You shake your head. 

Austin and Grayson share a look of relief and Knight nods. Pearce on the other hand, looks like he's about to come undone. "Right, I told you three that she was fine." Adam gestures to you. "Now can you three please leave?" He asks. 

"Now hold on a minute!" Knight shakes his head. "We ain't done here." 

"Yeah." Grayson agrees. "Bobby Lashley can't just go walking around unchecked after almost hurting Y/N like that." He insists. 

"Not while we're here." Austin agrees. 

You smile to yourself at the boy's protectiveness of you, but you know that Pearce is already stressed enough about tonight. You put a hand on Grayson and Austin's shoulders and usher the pair over to your desk with Knight at your side. 

"Alright you three, I appreciate the concern for me." You smile at the trio. "It's sweet you know you guys care enough to co-exist when it comes to me. But Pearce and I have an important meeting that's supposed to start any minute now. So will you three please head back to the locker room? For me?" You ask them. 

"Yeah, alright." Knight nods. "But this conversation ain't over, sweetheart." He assures you. 

Grayson and Austin nod in agreement. "Yeah, Lashley's going to get his." Austin huffs. 

"You just leave it to us, babe." Grayson nods. 

The trio finally leaves so you and Pearce are alone again. You lean on your desk and Pearce walks over to you. 

"Are you really alright?" Pearce asks you. 

"Yes, Adam, I'm fine." You assure him with a nod. "If I wasn't then I'm pretty sure that Bobby Lashley and the Street Profits would be in an ambulance by now." You joke with a laugh. 

Pearce flashes a hint of an amused smile. "Yes, those three do make quite the intimidating trio." He muses. "It's a pain in the ass. Sometimes I wish that I was just in charge of Raw, you know?" He asks you. "You're more than capable of handling Smackdown by yourself, Y/N. Especially with those three at your side." 

"What a coincidence." Hunter suddenly appears in the doorway. 

"Hunter!" Pearce snaps to attention. "I didn't hear you come in." 

You stop leaning on your desk and smile at Hunter as he shuts the door. "Hunter, it's good to see you." You shake his hand firmly. 

"It's always a pleasure to see you, Y/N." Hunter nods. "And you as well, Adam. The two of you have been doing phenomenal work on both Raw and Smackdown." He adds. 

"Thank you, sir." You nod, and Pearce does the same. 

Hunter sits down behind your desk and Pearce pulls a chair out so the two of you can sit from across from him. "As I'm sure the two of you know, Survivor Series is coming up as our next paid live event." He reminds you. "Well, I've made the decision to bring back the brands war to boost our ratings for the end of the year. So, I'm splitting the two of you up. One for Raw, one for Smackdown. And I'm doing you the further courtesy of letting you choose." He explains. 

You and Pearce share a look. It's like all of your prayers are being answered. You both turn back to Hunter and you smile at him. "I think I'll stay here on Smackdown, if that's okay with you, Pearce?" You look at him with a joking smile. 

"That's fine with me." Pearce nods with a knowing smile. 

"Perfect!" Hunter claps his hands together happily. "I look forward to seeing the two of you work to make some friendly competition." He shakes both your hands again before making his exit from the office. 

Pearce laughs when Hunter is gone and you can't help but smile while you text your group chat with Knight, Waller, and Theory about the exciting news. You also mean to check up on them to see what revenge plan they've managed to come up with. 

"Good luck on Raw, Pearce." You smile at him. 

"And good luck to you as well, Y/N." Pearce agrees. "You and your harem of boyfriends." He jokes. 

[akehoshimystar]

Yuzuru's Personal Story

Proofread by Aca (@463ce6 on X and tumblr)

--Sorry, but please take it with you. They'll talk behind your back, you know? Like, "He put the flowers up." or something.

Yuzuru: …….I'm sorry

Don't apologize. You're not to blame. It wasn’t on purpose. It's this person who is in the wrong, no?

Yuzuru: …….Well, I…..

I don't think you even wanted to come to visit me in the first place. I’m fine. In the years or decades to come, I absolutely have no idea when that person will wake up again….. Forget about people and live your life with a smile, okay?

Yuzuru: ……….

Didn't you hear me? I’m not going to say it again, please get out.  I'm just a childish, narrow-minded, shameless piece of trash. I just can't help but want to blame you.

I'll accept anything. I'll do everything I can.  That's what I've decided on ever since that day.

Yuzuru: There you go.

(.....Yeah, looks good.)

In the rectangle frying pan, I rolled the omelet towards the front, and drove it towards the back one last time to shape it. I turned around and saw the rice cooker's LCD screen show "5 minutes left," and turned off the stove.

Yuzuru: The mentaiko and pickled plums I got yesterday... I think I still have some kinpira left…... Bingo.

As I was just thinking about how many sausages I should grill, my phone on the sofa rang.

Yuzuru: (LIME… There are some messages from earlier too.. I didn't notice at all.)

"Good morning."  "Yura, are you awake?"

On the screen of the group LIME, Mao's messages were sent repeatedly with a few minutes interval.  Another speech bubble appeared below it.

mA0: Someone is sleeping in for sure. 

Kise: Good morning! Sorry, I wasn't looking at my phone.

Is it possible that Yuragi didn't see it?

mA0: I don’t think so. He texted me individually this morning saying, "might not be possible" 

Kise: I see lol.

mA0: For now, let’s just postpone the meeting time by 30 minutes.

If there's no response within that time frame, I'll call.

If that still doesn't work, I'll ask Soyogu to ring the doorbell. 

Yuzuru: (Around this time, Akehoshi and Kamiya must have already left the dorm.)

I typed a reply in understanding and thanked the fast and reliable Mao before placing my phone on the table so that I would notice right away when it rang. We’re going to look at some clothes, have tea, and then go to the cat cafe. We aren't doing anything special, just the usual, but it's been a while since the three of us have had a day off together. 

Yuzuru: (I hope Yuragi wakes up in a good mood...)

(Hmm, is that him?)

But what appeared on the screen wasn't LIME, it’s a Chatters from Ai-san.

Yuzuru: (Ah, about the case I submitted yesterday for the Simulation Dept...)

I checked the contents of the document and digested it. There are a few things that I need to confirm, but I'll just talk to Kou-kun directly later on. "With that said, take the day off."

Yuzuru: (I replied, "Yes, sir". The same thing was also emphasized yesterday, but I guess he's still worried about me.)

The brief, yet kind words from Ai-san ended with, "Hurry up and decide on the day you’re going to take a day off.” 

Yuzuru: Right, that must be for the job I had done outside of working hours last week. I completely forgot about it.

I picked up the desk calendar and checked my schedule.

Yuzuru: (Well, my mother can go on her original day off...)

…………

I remembered that I hadn't made a plan to go to the "other hospital" yet. Either Wednesday or Saturday. I checked my current schedule and decided on a date that seemed appropriate before sending a quick reply to Ai-san, who immediately replied in understanding.

Yuzuru: (Next Wednesday. As usual, not too late in the afternoon.)

I made a small mark on the calendar. My empty stomach felt a little heavier for some reason.

Yuzuru: ……Ah.

We suddenly stopped in our tracks as we felt a small drop of water touch us.

Mao: It’s raining.

Yuragi: …….

After finishing his sentence, he quickly opened his folding umbrella, and Yuragi casually slid in next to him. Seeing many umbrellas around us start to appear, I opened my own.

Yuzuru: Yuragi, you didn’t bring an umbrella?

Yuragi: Because I knew Mao would bring one.

Mao: I don’t mind, but don't lean in too much. It's hard to walk.

Yuragi: I just hate rain. It’s making us wet, and even if it’s not, it's still damp and sticky….Very tiresome….. There's nothing good about it...

Mao: Yeah, you really are a cat. 

Yuzuru: Ahaha.

Yuragi: Do people who like rain even exist?

Mao: With so many people out there, it's impossible not to find one. 

Yuragi: What about Mao?

Mao: I don’t really mind it, but I wish it wouldn't rain on the day I go out, I guess? I wouldn't be able to choose clothes or shoes that I don't want to get wet...

Simply put, it becomes rather unpleasant to walk around..

Yuzuru: ……..

………. Bad things, terrible things. He’s not someone who can do that. He hasn't done anything close to that. He didn't go into the house uninvited. He didn't rummage through anything that was carefully stored away. But... Even after all this, that person is still being told that he "got what he deserved"? It was raining, and he hit the bad spot. Pure bad luck and nothing else. Isn’t that supposed to be the end of it? He didn't fall on his own, did he?

Yuragi: What about Yuzuru?

Yuzuru: …..Well.

I also prefer sunny days.

Yuragi: ………….

Yuzuru: More importantly, Yuragi, why don't you get in mine? Two people sharing a folding umbrella has more chance of getting wet, you know?

Yuragi: I’m good.

Yuzuru: You’re fine with Mao’s?

Yuragi: Get in yours, and before I know it, you will get soaked.

Yuzuru: Eh?

Yuragi: You’ll definitely tilt it to prevent the rain from hitting me, and I can already imagine you getting all wet afterwards. So, I’m good.

Yuzuru: …………. There’s no way I will do that, right?

Mao: Yes, you will. And you will do the same for everyone too.

That's why I wouldn't go under your umbrella either.

Yuzuru: Eh, Mao too? I'm grateful to hear that, but I also feel a bit sorry... I don't really mind, though.

Mao: That last sentence was exactly the reason why we’re saying this.

You have nothing to apologize for. I want you to hold your own umbrella and not to get yourself wet.

Yuzuru: ……….

Mao: That's what we’re talking about, right?

Yuragi: Right.

Yuzuru, I would prefer it more if you’re warm and dry.

Mao: Now you made it sound like he’s a laundry.

Yuzuru: …..Ahaha.

Mao: Well, the forecast told us it would stop by the evening

Yuragi: I prefer it to end now

Mao: Same here.

Yuragi: Yuzuru, I want it to end now.

Yuzuru: Now, huh?

Mao: Yura, there are some things that even Yuzuru can't do, you know?

Yuragi: Really?

Yuzuru: Lots of them, actually. 

Mao: Just give up and keep walking.

Yuragi: Ughhh.

Mao: Don't groan. We'll get there soon.

Yuzuru: Ahaha.

It may have seemed vague, but there’s something I’m sure about. Behind those words there was kindness that Yuragi and Mao put in. It was truly frustrating that I failed to accept that and could only smile halfheartedly. Slowly and quietly, I breathed under the umbrella as the rain continued.

Yuzuru: (So many things I can't do.)

I'll accept anything. I'll do everything I can. When the day comes when you can smile again….. When the time comes, I want to disappear.