#first 2 days were so tame for them but TODAY THEY BROUGHT IT

[godidontevenknowwhat]

Men like you

Jake Sully x Metkayina!Reader (Romancing Pandora 2024 Day 2 - Daddy Kink)

A/N: posting early today because I managed to finish this before work, yay! Sorry for any mistakes or grammatical errors especially approaching the end because I'm literally about to go in to work 😂

Tagging: @eywaite @neteyamsyawntu

Synopsis: When the great Toruk Makto was accepted into your clan instead of feeling apprehension or fear, like many other Metkayina, excitement pooled deep in your gut at the unfamiliar features and you ached to find out how different he truly was. Age difference be damned.

Warnings: Ambiguous age difference but reader is an adult that is at least 20+, no mention of Neytiri but mention of their kids so - you can imagine her lack of presence in whatever way you'd like, Dom!Jake x Sub!Reader, spitting, oral (male receiving), maybe I might do a part 2 with actual p in v at some point if people want it, 2.9k words in total

From the moment the Sully family first arrived by their Ikran on the white sand of your home, Awa’atlu, you were immediately entranced by their unfamiliar appearance and their plea for Uturu because of the tawtute. The deep sapphire of their skin reminded you of the unclear depths of the ocean outside the reef, their thin limbs and tails suited to their home rather than your own suited for top performance in the water. 

You had heard tales of the tawtute and their cruelty throughout your adolescence, heard stories that made your stomach turn about the battle that took place in the forests to the west of your clan’s reef. You had heard stories of the tawtute ‘dreamwalker’ Jake Sully, a human who walked in a na’vi shell and how he had tamed the large flying beast ‘Toruk’, how he had looked into the eye of Eywa only for Eywa to look back and grant his soul a place forever within his dreamwalker body. 

After almost a quarter of a cycle since the Sully family had been living in the Awa’atlu village you had found yourself growing close with the youngest girl, Tuk, a bright child who brought smiles to the whole clan with her sunny attitude. She clung to your side frequently, introduced to you by the group of Metkayina children that you took care of and taught a variety of skills to as their Karyu. 

Tuk’s favourite part of having you as her Karyu was the stories of your clan that you told her and she always spent time telling you stories of her own. She explained to you that her sister Kiri was actually born of another dreamwalker, a friend of her father’s named Grace and that because of the tawtute DNA that ran through her blood and the blood of Jake they had some features typical of the humans. Hair on their brows, five fingers and toes… these were the most obvious differences that Lo’ak, Kiri and Jake all had to the na’vi.

However, looking at Jake Sully sitting across the bonfire from you on this celebratory night for the youth in your clan that had passed their rites, you could pick out the more subtle differences in his appearance. The fire’s light cast a warm glow over the plains of his body, the dips and contours shadowed in a way that made your mouth water. 

It was obvious to anyone that the Metkayina were built differently to the Omatikaya, but Jake. Great Mother. 

His body held a softness around the stomach but he was fit nonetheless, thick muscles coiled his arms leading to broad shoulders. His forearms were equally defined with prominent veins that spanned their length down to his incredibly large hands. All five of his fingers were long and thick in a way that made your stomach flutter when you thought about them for too long, thought about how they’d feel inside you, thought about how they’d curl against your g-spot just right and make you scream.

Every part of Jake Sully was compelling to you, the way he held himself, the way he spoke, the strange tawtute words that still slipped through after years of speaking the native language. 

Lo’ak had let it slip once not long ago that the tawtute name Jake called you every time he thanked you for helping with Tuk and the others, “pretty”, was how the sky people called someone sevin. Even now as you thought about it, it brought a flush to your face and a million thoughts to your head about what that could possibly mean.

You never would have thought, in the name of Eywa, that Jake spent as much time admiring you as you did him. Watching how you interacted with his children was how it started, how you helped Tuk learn the ways of the Metkayina just as you did with the children of Awa’atlu, how you didn’t look at any of them differently no matter the amount of fingers or “demon blood” that everyone else in the reef seemed to only see while looking at them.

It was only after Jake saw what you did for his children that he allowed himself to look at you properly, to see you in the way you saw him.

He started by admiring the gentle waves of your hair, your hairstyle perfectly styled to keep it out of your face in the water. He admired the stormy blue of your eyes, eyes that held such love and care in them. He admired your smile, the way it stretched across your face and the way it brought a smile to his own without any trouble at all. Admiration and yearning slowly turned one in the same as time passed, Jake found himself  becoming more and more entranced by the soft curves of your body. 

While the Metkayina were softer all around compared to the Omatikaya, a layer of fat needed on your bodies to keep you warm for long periods in the water is what Norm’s theory was, Jake was sure the softness of your body was more than evolutionary. Your curves brought him back to earth, back when he was an idiot with no future flipping through history textbooks in his half-assed bid to get through school so he could at least support himself, back when he didn’t give a second thought to why the world he lived in was so shitty and corrupt or why the only way anyone could see the beautiful statues of goddesses carved centuries before in countries that barely existed anymore was in textbooks. When Jake truly looked at you, when he saw you, he saw the beauty of a goddess and he knew if he were to draw a picture of how he thought Eywa herself would look, it would be terrible because he can’t draw for shit, but it would be as close to your likeness as he could get it.

He was ashamed at first, when his thoughts about you began to turn to ones that were no better than the thoughts of a horny teenage boy, then when he spent more than a few sleepless nights picturing you under him until he came hard enough to send him into a sleep deeper than a coma the shame only grew. Shame ate at Jake, gnawed at him, buried its way under his skin and took up residency so profoundly that he couldn’t evict it. 

Sevin. Pretty. Sevin. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.

The words swam in your mind like an infantile ilu, made a heat ignite beneath your skin that burned hotter than the bonfire and a flush stain your skin you were hoping the cup of kava you were working your way through could be a scapegoat for if anyone was curious.  

You watch Jake’s hands as they rub over his thick thighs, jumping in surprise when after a few moments he removed his hands and slapped them back down onto his thighs with a slap. You managed to make out that he said something about heading off, going back to his Marui and without any more lingering he pulled the waistband of his tewng higher on his waist from where it had slipped and took his leave.

You throw back the last of your kava and take a few unintentionally unsubtle glances around you to make sure you don’t have any unwanted attention before getting to your feet and following Jake in the direction of his Marui. You knew the path like the back of your hand purely from your excursions with Tuk and occasionally Lo’ak, able to find yourself outside in what felt like the blink of an eye. 

Jake is in the process of closing the privacy covers on his Marui when you approach with delicate footsteps on the connecting walkway, giving you no time to excuse yourself as his eyes lock straight onto yours. For a moment he looks surprised until a sharp grin spreads across his handsome face, his head tilting to the side slightly as he beckons your inside.

You find yourself frozen for just a moment until you will your feet to move, stepping into his home and watching as he finishes closing the privacy coverings. You watch the muscles of his back flexing as he does so, entranced by his body once again just as you had been at the bonfire.

“You’ve got a staring problem, you know that?” Your breath catches in your throat at his words, any confidence you had dwindling out like the doused flames of a fire. Jake senses your discomfort and turns to look at you, a less intimidating smile taking over his face as he approaches you. “Calm down, baby. Don’t worry. I’ve got a pretty bad staring problem too” His large hands move to rest on your hips, pulling you closer and forcing a gasp of surprise out of your mouth. His eyes peer down at you, a lustful haze darkening their amber colour, the way they lock on to your own makes a shiver trickle down your spine. “Stare at you all the time, pretty girl. I just know how to do it without being caught” You can’t control the giddy smile that spreads across your face, almost bringing an ache to your cheeks from the stretch of it.

“Open your mouth for me, pretty girl” Jake watches as your mouth opens automatically, taking a shameful amount of pride in the way you cling to his words and follow them without question. Your pretty pink tongue sits so sweetly in your mouth, spit beginning to pool the longer that he spends staring. Lifting his hand to your face, Jake takes a hold of it to steady you before tilting your head back ever so slightly and pursing his lips to spit onto your tongue.

Your head spins as a high whine escapes your throat, the pure filth of Jake’s actions causing your neglected cunt to pulse needily. You attempt to close your mouth and swallow the built up saliva before it becomes too much but before you can do so you feel the weight of Jake’s thumb settling itself into the dip of your tongue. 

Closing your lips around Jake's thumb, an uncontrollable moan escapes him at the feeling of your gentle sucking and pillow soft tongue. In a fleeting moment of cruelty, Jake forces his thumb deeper, pressing ever so slightly to the back of your tongue just to hear your pitiful little gurgle as you gag from the unexpected pressure.

“Christ, such a good girl for Daddy” He drags his thumb out of your suckling mouth, groaning at the uncontrollable throb of his cock when your pretty, plump lips part to release it. Your eyes watery from the slightest abuse of your gag reflex and Jake’s sure the amount of blood that has left his brain to harden his cock this much is going to leave him with less brain cells than he can afford.

“Da-dee?” 

Jake lets out a deep, rumbling growl at the sound of your sweet little voice despite the shoddy pronunciation of the human word and the sound shoots straight to your cunt, your slick dampening your tewng  “That’s right baby, M'your daddy now, aren’t I?” 

The sweet little crease of confusion settled on your brow only serves to turn him on more, tail whipping back and forth erratically as he stares you down with his piercing amber eyes. You watch his hands move from where he grips you to reach for the strings of his tweng, you can feel his amusement radiating from him at how you can’t seem to drag your eyes away until his voice breaks the silence.

“Why don’t you get on your knees for Daddy, pretty girl? C’mon get down there for me” His tewng drops from his body in near perfect sync with your knees dropping to the floor and you watch, entranced, as he spits into the palm of his hand before giving his impressive cock a few quick, slick tugs.

Jake can barely meet your lust-clouded eyes that flick back and forth between his hard cock and his face, worried that he’d lack the self control it would take to stop from stroking his dick in his tight grip until his fat load covered your face.

You feel Jake’s hand take a rough grip of your hair, all five of his fingers gripping your loose waves hard enough to make it sting just a little. 

“You want to suck it, pretty girl? Want daddy’s cock in your mouth?”

A desperate purr bubbles from your throat uncontrollably and your ears pin back in a show of pure submission “Please, Please daddy” 

Jake uses his grip on your hair to guide your head towards his cock, a growl rumbling from his throat at how hungrily you suck his cock deep into your mouth. Your eagerness makes your eyes water but a nagging part of your mind worries you’ll never have a chance like this again which only encourages you to not take a second of this encounter for granted.

Jake uses his grip on your hair to move your head up and down on his cock, abusing your throat with his length, your body fights to reject the intrusion with messy gags and excess spit drooling from your plump lips but you fight back the urge to gag every time and after a few moments of Jake using your throat how you dreamt he’d use your currently soaked pussy you were able to take him without any overwhelming issue. 

Jake is entranced by the tears that spill from your lash line, dampening your cheeks along with a mix of your saliva and his pre-cum that had been steadily drooling from his cock since you dropped to your knees. “So perfect for daddy”

You feel Jake’s grip tugging you off his cock and you whine from the disappointment, fighting his hold to have the weight of his cock in your mouth once again. All Jake can do is laugh fondly in disbelief at how much of a mess you were already, he can only imagine how you’d react if he decided to split your pussy open on the girth of his cock. “Tongue out for me, baby. Show me your tongue”.

You follow his instructions immediately, tongue lolling out of your mouth mindlessly. A desperate sob ripping from your throat when he begins tugging his cock with his free hand. “Ah, baby don’t get pouty now, your mouth was like heaven but I want to watch you look stupid for it, just for a second” 

Jake watches you as your cock drunk eyes seem to be latched straight on to his hands movements. He feels his heavy balls drawing closer to his body, his breathing getting heavier the closer he gets to blowing his load. “You wanna taste daddy’s cum, sweetheart? Got a big fucking load of it just for you” He taps the sensitive head of his cock against your tongue and lets out a borderline feral growl when you take the initiative to swirl your eager letting tongue around the tip. 

Jake’s hand is getting faster on his cock now, you watch eagerly as your cunt pulses with need and drools more slick into your tewng that sticks to your skin. He pulls back from your mouth and peers down at you, you can tell he’s close but needs something more to tip him over the edge. 

“Please cum for me, daddy”

Jake feels your words like a punch to the gut and can’t even suck in a breath before he’s cumming. Moans escape him uncontrollably as he watches each shot of his hot cum hit your face. The first hits your cheek and he knows immediately that he wants to cover your whole face with his load, no questions asked, it’s an animalistic desire that burns shamefully in his gut but he’s too lost in the throes of pleasure to fight it. 

Each shot of Jake’s hot cum that hits your face makes your clit pulse needily and you sob in pleasure, a dark desire inside you wishes that every drop was being pumped deep into your empty cunt instead.

Jake forces your mouth back open with a squeeze of your jaw, resting his cock on your tongue for a final time as he roughly tugs out the last drops of cum to at least let you taste him for being such a good girl.

The air is thick with desire as you swallow down the last of Jake’s load, the rest of it cooling the longer it sits on your face. Your eyes are locked with his, waiting for him to say something or do something.

Jake pants above you, admiring your debauched state. Your lips are swollen, your face and chest is soaked from your tears, his cum and your spit. Jake had never been any good at art or understanding it but in his head, right at this moment, your messy little face was a masterpiece and he was the artist that made it.

You startle slightly when Jake crouches in front of you, his hand cups your pussy through your tewng and the sudden pressure after being neglected for so long almost makes your knees buckle. Jake chuckles and pats your cunt condescendingly, enjoying the sound of the wet smack his hand produces as it makes contact with your slick tewng. 

“How about we clean up that pretty face of yours.. and then daddy can work on cleaning up your sweet little cunt?”

[themissinghand]

One Piece: Of Sweet Donuts and Fortune Cookies [3]

Part 1! Part 2!

Summary: In which every child loves sweets, and loves her otherworldly treats. (Or Katakuri loves someone who's a liar)

Pairing: A little bit of Charlotte Katakuri x Immortal! Female! OC-insert

Note: This is the final part of this series! The female OC is a transmigrator that came from the modern world who (somehow) became immortal, and is more than what Katakuri ever expected.

You Cake My Breath Away

Katakuri starts to notice things about her.

From the way she dresses differently every day, to the way she smiles.

From the way she treats her customers to the way she loves her brother.

It's becomes vibrant, a light in his life.

She welcomes him and his siblings without hesitation and always gives them treats.

She doesn't have any greedy eyes that Katakuri always sees nor the hidden contempt behind her back.

So when Katakuri has finally realized he's just as tall as her, he could see her squarely in the eyes and realize that her eyes are like jewels.

It's so strange. 

He's never been so confused before. 

And it seemed like he was the only one who seems to act this way. 

It's not like him. 

He's supposed to be the perfect child, the perfect son of the notorious Big Mom. 

What's wrong with him?

"Perhaps adoration is what you are feeling." Theseus says casually, though for once his smile seems a little too tense. 

"However, I would like to advise you to give up. My lady only sees you as a child."

Katakuri had a sudden urge to fight the man, but he held back when Theia ran out of their storage room in a rush. 

"Theseus, my brother! Look! I finally made brownies!" She cheers and Theseus congratulates her as if he didn't just threaten Katakuri. Then she turns to Katakuri with a surprised smile. 

"Kata! Sorry to keep you waiting, but do you want to try my brownie? It's a new food item I'm planning on adding to the menu!" When she offered it to him, he took it and had a bite. 

It was delicious as always, and so so sweet. Katakuri nods with a satisfied smile, making her happy. 

"Okay, but what's up? You're all dressed up and everything today." Katakuri stills, and then remembers that this visit had a purpose. 

His eyes steels to one worthy of the Charlotte name.

"Mama wants to invite both Theia and Theseus to a tea party." 

Katakuri expected fear, or some sort of negative emotion, but instead, Theia's smile slowly quirked up into a sudden smirk, before disappearing quickly. 

A sudden chill went down his spine, triggering his fight or flight instincts, reminding him of the first time they met. 

A reminder that they were predators. 

"I accept." 

(Katakuri didn't notice his own smirk hidden underneath his scarf, and was that excitement or relief?)

Perhaps she is not as tamed as she appears. 

Pie! Let's Meet Again

"Mama mama! Welcome to my tea party!"

Katakuri knew this was not a normal tea party, but it was not his duty to wonder what Mama was planning. With his siblings, he sat beside Mama like a good son he is, and watches the two baker siblings bow in respect. 

"We are honoured to be invited to your tea party Big Mom. We've also brought some of our deserts as our thanks." Theia says, completely out of character, almost graceful and majestic even, as she allows Theseus to serve their desserts on the table. 

As expected, Mama devours their desserts easily and quickly with a satisfied maniac grin on her face. 

Theia and Theseus didn't say anything, in fact, they simply sipped their tea respectfully and patiently on the side.

As if they expected this.

"Mama mama, shall we get down to business?" Big Mom leans forward with the same grin and Thesia challenges with a gentle smile. 

"Oh? What could you mean, Big Mom?" 

"I can't believe you hid so well in my territory! And opened a bakery right under my nose! Did you have any business here?" 

"Of course not. I was simply travelling around."

"Mama mama! Of course, and you haven't changed with your brother since long long ago!"

They knew each other? Since when?

Even the playful music in the background stilled as the two women starred at one another, and Katakuri identified it to be Conqueror's Haki. Although he was in the midst of training, this pressure was pushing down on him. 

Theia tapped the table once while she leaned on her other hand with a sly smile. 

"Why don't we cut the formalities, Linlin? It seems you remembered something important." 

And the table cracks under all the pressure after Mama starts to laugh.

"We finally meet again, the Mother of Eternity!" 

Katakuri immediately shielded his siblings from the shattering cutlery and glassware in front of them. By commanding his siblings to stay back, he stood in front as he watched chaos unfold in front of him. 

The Mother of Eternity is Theia?

Who haven't heard of that title? Then if the Mother of Eternity is here, Theseus must be...

"The Sage of the New World." Katakuri widened his eyes at the revelation.  

This was their true identity?  

Katakuri recalled seeing their wanted posters, but there was never a clear picture of their appearance. In fact, people say the photographer never lived after snapping a photo of them.

But Katakuri has heard rumours about the two. Many of which are just mere speculations, one of them was immortality, and one was that they were inhuman. 

Some say they were immortal monsters from the previous era.

So many emotions burst forth from within, confusion, anger, embarrassment and betrayal. 

Why did she hide? Why did she trick him?

"Well, looks like it's time for us to leave. It was fun, Linlin."

Then Theia looked at Katakuri with a giant smile. Tiny green, gold, and white lights surround the two siblings as giant, majestic silver wings sprouted from her her back. 

"Mama mama! I heard it from my old Captain, but to think you still actually exist!" Mama was beyond content with the free show, as she stared at Theia with desire. 

"Join my family!" 

"You've grown up, Linlin." Theia remarks, before she snaps, and bright light blinded Katakuri's eyes. When the light dims, all it remains is a destroyed room and his angry mother. 

"Find her and her brother! NOW!" 

Without hesitation, Katakuri sprinted out to search for her. 

He was the first to arrive at her bakery, or at least where it used to be, because there was nothing left of it. 

Similarly, all of the employees disappeared like dust. Just like how Theia and Theseus left without a trace, everything related to them also escaped. 

"Her vivre card...is gone! What is going on!?" 

Katakuri ran and ran, looking for a single trace of her on the island. For some reason, he wanted to believe that when she looked at him with such sincerity, she did it with reason. 

So when Katakuri saw a flicker of green light in the distance, he followed and chased without hesitation. Like a mad hound, he rushed after it, before arriving behind of the duo who stood at the edge of the island. 

"Theia!" 

When she turned around, she gave a smile identical to the ones where she would welcome them in to her bakery. 

Katakuri rushed ahead with his trident, but like the first time they met, Theseus easily stops him with his hand, and completely freezing him in place with those strange purple lights. Upon closer look, they were...fairies! 

Katakuri suddenly remembered another rumour. 

Some say, they were from an extinct race.

Some say, they've come for revenge!

But how could this be? Katakuri remembered Mama saying they were extinct 800 years ago during the Void Century!

In the midst of his confusion and desperation, Theia leans forward and speaks beside his ear. 

"It was fun, Charlotte Katakuri." 

Katakuri jumps back and watches as Theia burst into light along with Theseus and they scatter in the air, never to be seen again. 

Were they ever here? Were they simply an illusion? 

All of his doubt vanished upon seeing a fortune cookie rolled to his feet. 

Picking it up and cracking it open, a piece of paper rolled out. 

"Let's meet again, Kata."

[heeseung-min]

Hello, how are you ? I'm the one who asked for a third part of Ni-ki's story and you asked me to send you the time

{08:12}

It's that fic where Jungwon saved her and Riki found out where she was and killed Jungwon and his Grandmother.

sorry for the delay it's because I only saw today that you had answered

Hello! Thank you for answering this😅😅😁😁Hope you enjoy this last part of the stories. For one who never read it, please read here first [Part 1] [Part 2]

tw: stockholm syndrome

[18:29]

Eight months has been passed but you still never listen to Riki. Every single night, you will cry or scream when you remember the day when Jungwon and his grandmother died. You remembered how bloody the ground was and whenever Riki tried to get close to you, you will warn him that you will commit suicide if he touches you. The boy can touch you when you were finally asleep but that's difficult to because you always can feel his touch.

Of course, Riki will not let that happen. He lost you for two years and he doesn't want to lose you forever. So, he made a plan to wait for you to submit yourself to him.

"Should we do something for Miss Y/N?"

"No. Just let her be. Don't interact with her or even look at her. I want to see how far she can go with that attitude."

That night, he went to your room. You were staring at the ceiling and didn't care to look at the one who entered your room.

"Have you eat?"

No answer. You knew he was staring but you don't want to look. You don't want to answer him. You wanted to make him annoying so he can finally let you go.

"Keep doing that and no one will help you anymore."

Riki said before he walked out from your room. You felt confused at what he tried to imply.

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First week, you were curious why the maid didn't give you any meal. Usually, they will come to give you breakfast, lunch and dinner. Even though sometimes you refuse to eat but they will still give you food.

Not only that, Riki also has stopped coming to your room. You lowkey felt lonely when there is no interaction happen.

"Hey, can I get a drink?"

The maid didn't even look at you and just walked past you as you were not there. The gesture offended you a bit. You went to the kitchen itself to take your own drink. At this time, Riki always at there enjoying his time while watching some shows but now the mansion is very quiet.

When you opened the fridge, there was only water bottles and no food. You tried to asked the workers but everyone was ignoring you.

You glared at them before took few bottles and brought it to your room.

A month later, you started to hate yourself for refusing Riki's affection. You became touch deprived and you had lost weight because you didn't get to eat and water only. No one literally visit you. Not even Riki or the maids.

You realised all of this happened because of your fault. If you didn't refuse what he gives, you will not feel like this. You slowly started to miss him, his touch, his kisses and all about him.

This made you became really stress. You walked out from your room and went to his room. You knocked the door many times until Riki finally opened it. He stared at you waiting for you to say something but instead of that you started to sob.

"Why are you ignoring me? Why did you make them ignoring me?!"

You waited for him to reply but no, he just looked at you with clearly bored look.

"Say something! Do something! Please, don't ignore me. Riki!!!"

You were begging on your knees right now while holding one of his hand. His warm temperature finally brought calmness to you. You were whimpering his name when he pulled his hand out of yours.

"No! Please, I'll do anything. I don't want to be alone, Riki. I love you. I'm sorry for acting like that."

Ah, there it is.

Riki knew how to tame you. He knew how to break you and use you. He kneeled in front of you to take a look on your face. You had lost your chubby cheeks and your eyes become puffy probably because of crying.

"You'll do anything?"

Your fast nodding head made him smile. He caressed your head and made you hold tightly on it. It's cute seeing you like this. Broken and needy. God, he can't help but to fall deeper. He carried you to his bed.

Even when he just wanted to close the door after put you on his bed, you were begging him to not go anywhere. He listened to you and hugged your body close to him.

After few minutes, he heard small snore from you. You finally get a very comfortable sleep after few weeks suffering.

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"Are you sure we can let her play at the garden? Will she not run away?"

"Of course. She finally learned to stay with me. Forever."

You were running and giggling with the new dog Riki got for you. The name is Bisco. After you finally submit to him, everything is getting better. You were feeling happy again and finally accept your fate.

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Is this...okay? 🤕🤕I am sorry if it disappoint you.. I love making y/n suffer😀

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[chil-aglia]

Headcanons on TOT Adriaen???

Oooh TOT Adriaen….

Okay here goes:

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- Baby Adriaen has always been the sleepiest of the group. He just wants to sleep all day and every day, doing his own thing really

- To the point where Splinter was actually a bit concerned for him, I mean was this a normal thing for turtles? HE DOESN’T KNOW—

- Luckily Adriaen kinda grew out of the sleepy all the time phase and is just doing normal child stuff like the others

- When he was a baby, before becoming 3 years old, he didn’t grow into all his markings that he has when he’s grown up/older. He only had two black stripes on his arms and that was it. Until he reached 3 and all the other markings appeared.

- Unlike the others, Adriaen wasn’t with them since day 1, oh no, no, no. He was found 3 years later in the sewers. He was found by none other than Leo was had been exploring and found Adriaen curled up in a pile of old newspaper and a box.

- Leo naturally wanted to make a new friend and therefore began to ask questions and get closer to Adriaen. Only to be shocked that Adriaen couldn’t actually talk, despite being 3. All he gave out were chirps, hisses and growls.

- It was actually pretty simple as to why he wasn’t speaking, after all he hasn’t been raised by anyone for 3 years, so he hadn’t learned how to talk. He knew how to walk, but that was just from instinct.

- Adriaen was…a bit feral you could say for at least the first 2 or so months when Leo brought him back to the lair and begged Splinter for him to take in his new friend who was in the background hissing at Mikey who tried to hug him—

- Splinter did feel pity for Adriaen, and also had a feeling that Adriaen was there during the time the lab that Draxum contained them all in exploded. So he felt partially responsible for Adriaen in a sense.

- Adriaen took a bit of time to warm up to the others, but he was particularly close to Leo during his first few months, since he was the first that found him. Adriaen just naturally felt safer with him.

- Donnie was actually the second turtle he got close with, all because Donnie was the only one to help him on how to speak. Sure, the others tried to pitch in and help with his speech, but they just confused Adriaen, unlike Donnie who was patient with him and started off with simple words before gradually getting Adriaen to longer and harder words, which then developed into sentences.

- Adriaen grew out of the feral stage and was far more tamed. He’d allow others to hug him or touch him and he wouldn’t bite or hiss in return.

- He did however hate it when Splinter would try and scrub him with a toothbrush or hold him in his hand and use his thumb to lightly squish his cheek. The dude definitely had a lot of bite and scratch marks on him, and he learned his lesson quickly.

- Adriaen surprisingly didn’t like being alone. He thought he was being abandoned if he woke up and no one was in eye view or if they had left the room. He’d have his eyes focused on whoever was near and just watch them, sometimes he’d revert going back to chirping and whining to get their attention. It was cute but sad.

- As he got older, he started shaping into the turtle we now know today. He was more independent, calmer, and more on the serious side of things. He had his moments of goofing off, but they were rare. One thing for sure that didn’t change was his attitude and sass, you think child him had an attitude problem towards things he didn’t like, just wait for him to be older, he’d really know what to say to make anyone rethink their choices.

- He knew that he weren’t related to the others since he could finally understand them and talk. Call it a gut feeling but he just knew, not to mention they were all different species of turtles. It wasn’t until maybe 7 that he knew for certain, Donnie saw this homemade DNA test thing he saw on the projector that Splinter found one day to watch cable and stuff, and Donnie wanted to test the homemade DNA kit out himself, so he got everyone to prick their finger to get blood. A day later he said that Adriaen wasn’t related to them, his DNA being different and that was that.

- Adriaen didn’t know at the time if Donnie knew that he and his brothers were all related in blood from Lou Jitsu’s DNA, and if he did he must’ve forgotten about it.

- When Adriaen and the others were around 8, Leo started to crush on him due to Adriaen saving him when Leo decided to venture out to the surface world and almost got caught in traffic, if it weren’t for Adriaen leaping at him and pushing them to the other side of the street. Luckily it was midnight, and no one had been around to see two mutant turtles wandering the streets.

- As a child, Adriaen was close with everyone in his own ways. He’d listen to Donnie’s ramblings, even help him out with inventing something. With Raph, he’d help him train or help him with something that he doesn’t understand well enough. Mikey would draw and paint on his shell, he even gave two stickers for Adriaen to put on his plastron, which Adriaen still has. With Leo, well, the slider would just drag him into all kinds of trouble.

- With Splinter, he was grateful for him. Splinter took him in when he was alone and scared, and despite all the bites and scratches, he was still living with him and his family.

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Aaaaand that’s it! Maybe I’ll make a part 2 of his TOT days, or even a mini story series, idk. But yeah, hope you enjoyed these little things about TOT Adriaen!

[essiekuko]

i loveeee those 2000s photos where the filter is so warm

i fear i may be rb too many 4n4 jokes on my main cause my followers might not be 4n4 and are just there for coquette, not expecting to see anything 4n4 related on main. and even tho i might not get termed for just rbs, i feel like it could happen, so i try not to rb too many 4n4 jokes in one day

i ♡ ruslana sm!! fly high princess 😢

some ppl are just easily born with the model features. tall, sl1m and pretty <33 its like there's no other perfect job for them

HOLD ON HOLD ONNNNN...soundcloud replay is a thing?!!

i solely use apple music and soundcloud for music, i use apple podcasts for unreleased ldr too. im so excited to see my overall apple music & souncloud replays at the end of this year <33

my secret tumblr acc is not even a secret anymore. its more like my twt is my secret social media lmfao tumblr is tame compared to twt

also how do i ALREADY have followers on twt when i swear i made it once and then didnt even interact or anything after that

HOW TF IS THE ONLY COUNTRY TWT IS CHARGING THE NEW USER ANNUAL FEE TO THE COUNTRY I LIVE IN????!?!?!?AAAAAA

when u 3at, u lose ur her01n ch1c beauty, and a face that nobody could tell what to do

i did 3at today, after a 43hr f4st, and for once i dont feel bad. its like my st0m4ch was crying for this food, and i just know its all going to burn off. usually by 5pm i lose my senses and 3at, like when i walked past the slow cooker and mindlessly picked up a chicken piece. and then i had the urge to c/s, but i didnt i just 4te it. and i 4te my cravings that i'd been having, like all those fries on the bench, and the toast that i burnt for my sister and knew noone else was gonna eat, and the pringles my brother brought home that i initially ignored, and the porridge my sister didn't want anymore. and i don't feel anything. and now im going to 3at din for like the 1st time in a week, and restart my fast without caring. b1ng1ng after a 43h f4st is way better than b1ng1ng in a row. my wl cals (yk, if i actually did 3at everyday) is 1000cal a day, but i barely eat up to that a day like wtf that’s insane. and that’s when i’m not f4st1ng, now look i’m fasting, and i pretty much can expect steady wl with it. i had 1860 cal right after a 43h f4st, and yk at least its lower than my maintenance c4l0r13s so im defs not going to gain after it. especially not after that high score i just set for myself, so next time i 3at it's gotta be after 43hrs, where i might as well reach 2 days. and we'll see, i jst gotta avoid the kitchen at din time (5-6pm) so i dont just mindlessly pick food up. obv my longest f4st was 74h, and i might just beat it with this next f4st

how could someone lose only 1kg a week. i remember when i once did a 3 day f4st i lost 2kg in those 3 days. imagine if i went for like a week/7 days. i'd lose 4kg in a week. and 2 weeks? boom, 10kg down on the clock. literally how is 70kg a good w8 for 5'6. like how is that even bmi 25. i get how, but it doesn't feel right to be over 100lb/45kg. even if being 5'6 and 154lb is normal, its just not normal to me, and i want to be my kind of normal. like wdym when i was 70kg i was normal. helllll noooo b1tch i still felt fvcking f4t. and i wanna go especially lower yk. like, my first gw is 70 (to come off 73 after i g41n3d back up huhu), and then to 65, and then to 50. and from 50, we'd go lowerrrr and reach that fabled 45 :)

i miss mid 2010's/por vida era kali uchis smmm 😢 i could tell she had a major influence from 50's-70's, and she said so herself, and it connects her to lana del ray sm more especially since she opened for her during her honeymoon tour <3 i'll drop my fav pics of her soon

i want those strappy, ribbony heels so bad, like silvermist's shoes. i used to have this huge tinkerbell poster over my bed when i was younger, and silvermist's outfit looked the best to me, especially her shoes, and they were so fun to draw. im definitely recreating this outfit when i find some ribbon heels

i love soft summer sm <33 layla from buffalo 66 made light blue my favorite color

my fav color used to be mauve, after colorpop's mauve palette

thissss <//3 thankfully this is my last skl year, hopefully it'd be less awkward in uni. my quietest class

omg wait guys hold on. laufey just came on and now i have to drop to my knees and bash the floor

laufey's vocals are so crunchy and crispy and ouugghhhh

okay anyway, so yea, my quietest class this year (and possibly in my entire life) was biology. it didn't make things any better that my assigned seat was in the 2nd row to the front. every time my st0m4ch gr0wls in a quiet room i fear that ppl will know that im st4rv1ng and obv to the normal mind thats bad, but to me i love it yk, and im probably the best i could be when u hear my st0m4ch gr0wl lmfao, way happier than if i 4te

BAHAHAH THIS. i shouldnt be laughing, bc theres ppl out there who genuinely feel this. if u want it so bad, just become ur own rockstar bf. courtney love says not to mangle urself trying to get the school football captain - become the school football captain. become ur own rockstar bf, its tht simple love

saying this after my heavy liking kurt cobain phase lmfao. now i like courtney love and my whole life changed

LMFAOO i used to have this friend in y9 who lied abt her life all the damn time it was so obv. but lowk so entertaining hihi just knowing how many fake stories she was pouring out and playing along and OMFG asking questions to further expand the story and she answers so confidently with her whole chest. sm fun

[doubledash7]

The Sims 2: Uberhood Playthrough - Round 1 (Broke: 1)

Hello everyone! Long time, no post! I took a break for a while and worked on some other projects, but today, I was back playing the game I love, and today it was the first Broke household.

Brandi Broke is the only daughter of Bob and Betty Newbie. Bob and Betty were known for their community work, but they often don't get recognised as much as some families (*cough" Pleasants *cough*). They were not rich with money, but they were rich with values and love.

Brandi fell head over heels for the handsome daredevil, Skip Broke. He brought out her inner party girl, which worried her parents, but as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.

Everyone knew where they were headed. Despite rumours around town of Skip's line of work in "construction", Brandi was the only one who could tame him. He popped the question. She said yes. They were quickly wed.

Dustin was their first born, a spitting image of his father. He was a bright boy, but did have a knack for getting into trouble. But this was only the beginning!

Beau followed soon after, and Brandi found herself outnumbered (as also evidenced by the toilet seat always being left up!). However, they were blessed with a third child, little Andrea, the only girl. Brandi thought her family was complete, until an unfortunate pool ladder accident tore their young family apart. It turned out that Skip had been a witness to Bella being at Don Lothario's condo the night she disappeared, and it was only recently discovered that his death was no accident. It was meant to keep him quiet...permanently!

Our round begins with the kids heading off to school. Andrea trails behind her brothers. School has never really been her strong suit.

With her kids growing up and Dustin soon to be an adult himself, Brandi thought it was time to get back into the workforce. Since she had three options in her wants panel, and she didn't attend university, I used the career calculator to work out which career she would get. Brandi ended up getting a job in the Architecture career as a Cement Mixer.

It was then time for Dustin and Beau's joint birthday parties. They just had a small gathering of Ruby Broke (Skip's older sister) and cousins, Trigger and Susie, along with Susie's husband, Parker Langerak.

Dustin and Beau sure grow up looking fiiinnne!! I fixed a lot of genetics in Pleasantview, so they look a lot more like a mixture of their parents. Parker had to ruin this shot, stuffing his face with cake.

The next morning, Brandi got ready for her first day back in the workforce., while Dustin was immediately thinking about moving out. Since it would be tough for him to move out on his own, my thinking was that he would move across the street to live with Ruby and Trigger. I see Dustin as someone that just wants his independence, and he feels he will get that by living with other sims as roommates.

Beau returned home from school with Justin Kim. A strange coincidence, as I was planning to pair them up. While Justin lives in Strangetown, I had thought that since the drama with Bella's disappearance, Pleasantview and Strangetown have become quite close, and Sims travel between the two often. I imagined that Justin had travelled to Pleasantview with his family for a visit and he met Beau. The two hit it off immediately and Beau invited him back home to hang out.

And while they had only just met, Justin was smitten, and he initiated a first kiss with Beau. Awwww!

..................................... And....this also happened. Thanks ACR!

Another big mention is that I moved Danny and Sarah Crittur into the Broke household. Sarah gave birth to her puppies while Brandi was trying to give her a bath. Welcome Duke, Daisy and Coco Broke!

Although money was certainly going to be an issue with so many dogs. They could barely keep sufficient savings as it was. Ruby came by to visit to check on the new puppies. Brandi and Ruby are very close, especially following Skip's passing. It's also helpful that Ruby lives right across the road, so she was also a big help in looking after the kids.

And she continued to help even more, offering to buy one of the puppies. Brandi offered to give her one for free, but Ruby insisted to pay. Brandi began to think that maybe if they sold the other two puppies, it would greatly help her kids financially.

Unfortunately, Brandi was unable to find anyone else to buy the puppies. Brandi wanted to make sure that they were looked after though, so the animal shelter took them in. Bye Coco and Daisy! We hope that we will see you again in a future household!

Soon it came time for Andrea to grow up. I had always wanted Brandi to have a girl since it was fixed that she would have a boy, but the game had to throw a curveball at me. Andrea is a Romance sim, just like her father. I even rolled to see if she would be a Hopeless Romantic sim, but nope, a regular, loving, woohooing, Romance sim. This should be interesting!

My pairing for Andrea is Angus Dane. He is the son of some premade sims (I wonder if anyone can figure out who??). Angus is a Family sim too, and I thought these two would be perfect for each other. I wonder if their relationship will last.

Andrea and Angus had a date, along with their first kiss. Given how rich he is, Angus was also able to afford a nice thank you gift. Thanks Angus!!

And we ended the round with Brandi trying to prepare some burgers and fries for Beau and Andrea, but ended up burning them. Poor Brandi! Hope you enjoyed this part and I hope it's not too far between parts next time. We will be visiting the second Broke household next time, which has Trigger, Ruby and will have Dustin added as well.

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Team China in the K&C, Day 3 || 2017 World Team Trophy

[willowser]

baby, don't you know? that you're my golden hour

kirishima x reader

wc: 14.7k+

warnings: lots of feeling of inadequacy, talk of failed relationships, misunderstandings, kirishima is unfortunately not a real human man that i can physically love, fluff, like serious fluff, little bit of angst; relationships with a pro-hero are hard !!

&lt;<< part one

The millionth time you think about him, it keeps you awake at night. Again.

Koji is sleeping perpendicular to you, feet tucked into your ribs with the sheets scrunched beneath his wide-sprawled body, which is a typical sleepy-time position for your wild child of a son.

The green light of the alarm clock is all mocking, 2:34 staring you directly in the face, and the patterns Koji's night-light produces have become one with the rotation of your thoughts. It's actually a little terrifying, considering the fishy shadows get larger as they spin through their cycle and the glow looks like it's breathing, fading from purple to blue and then back. Koji sleeps with his mouth open and his little snores only add to this peculiar atmosphere, the kind meant to nurture sleep and not the kind to be conscious in.

It’s creepy, totally. So that’s why sleep has evaded you—for days.

And because you see that bouquet every time you close your eyes, lying smushed against the concrete. It’s rained since then, hard, and you wonder if it’s still there, soggy and deteriorating, or if anyone has picked it up to throw it away. Maybe someone has, maybe Red Riot has.

Your eyes are probably rimmed red and puffy from all the rest that’s been stolen, but there are too many questions growing roots in your head, no matter how furiously you try to trim them: those flowers—why were they there in the first place? It was obvious Kirishima had brought them—that's what he had been holding behind his back—but why? If they were meant for someone in the hospital, like another woman he saved from certain death, then why did he toss them under a van?

It’s not like they were for you, right?

No way.

“No way,” you tell yourself, quietly so Koji doesn’t stir, and you rub your eyes so hard that they begin to sting and stick together when you try to open them again.

No. No way. Why would he bring you flowers? It had been kind of him to visit in the hospital, to check up on how you were doing, and the small conversation you had shared—what little you remember of it, after those pain meds—was nice, pleasant. But you certainly didn’t think it warranted any gifts, peach in color (a hue that was soft and reminded you of summer, when Koji was born).

And—if you even want to entertain this thought—if they had been for you, why hadn’t he offered them?

Even as you ask yourself the question, the sight of him in your hospital room comes back to mind. Shoe untied, hair gelled perfectly, tan skin reminiscent of warm afternoons at the beach, evenings at the park, late, as the heat died down. How red his face could turn, even the iron giant that he was, broad and formidable, built like he could never be afraid of anything.

And yet he seemed—shy.

You look good—I mean—better, better than you did. Not that—not that you looked bad or anything, just that—

Koji sits up suddenly and it’s so startling that you flinch out of your reverie.

"Honey bee?"

His eyes are still closed, but he rubs at them with a little fist while smacking his lips before scooting so he's laying near you again. In his sleep, his eyebrows are raising and furrowing, he's sighing heavily and twitching a little.

"What are you dreaming about, hmm?" Very carefully, you try to tame his unruly bed head but it sticks up regardless. All his hair gel from today is gone, but the effects of his sleepy wiggling are unmatched.

When his breathing evens out, you run a hand through your own hair, tugging at it slightly. Did you want the bouquet to be for you, from Kirishima? It's the question that's the loudest in all of this mess and it's the one that gives you goosebumps. There's a knee-jerk response asking, what would you even do with some flowers? Sit them on your table until they die? But through the cynicism, you can feel your face heating at the idea.

Heizo had given you three red roses on your first date, driving a car of the same color, pulling up after school so you could show off to your friends about your older boyfriend. "Can't I do something nice for my girl?" You had squealed, your friends had squealed, it had felt like a dream once, just like all things do in the beginning.

Unbidden, Kirishima replaces Nishida in the memory, in a car that matches his hair, holding an arrangement of peach flowers. When he picks you up, there are no wild squeals or any showing off, just a shared look between the two of you and some nameless feeling that makes your heart throb.

You’re exhausted. You’re going nuts.

The blue light from your phone burns into your retinas after you snatch it up from the bedside table, dimming and angling it so Koji isn’t bothered by the shine. Your fingers hesitate for only a second but you push through it; if you get shy now, these curiosities will continue to sprout and grow, these possibilities—if there even are any.

Searching 'red riot' populates hundreds of web pages on him, his Hero profile being the first result. There's one for his agency and a link to his Instagram, a Wikipedia page, a handful of random YouTube videos. The first few preview photos of him are all Kellog Kirishima, polished and manufactured for the public, but there is one at the end of them, candid, honest: a much younger Kirishima—shorter, to your great surprise—somewhere between the man he is today and the boy he must have been.

High school, maybe. The early days of Red Riot, standing next to another hero you fail to remember the name of. It moves you in a way that’s unexpected—that sparkle in his eye, the enthusiasm in his boyish grin, the pride in his stance—and it all has you clapping your hands over your burning face.

(You, -1)

There are only eight photos on his Instagram, the most recent one being from nearly a year ago. It’s another candid of him and a young girl, a few years older than Koji—the caption is emphatic, red heart emojis behind a few words stating how nice it was to meet a fan on the street that day. There’s one mirror selfie, which might have been funny if the sleeves on the shirt he was wearing weren’t digging into the meat of his biceps, if the playful little smirk he was giving wasn’t so—

If you get shy now, you’ll never stop wondering. You’ll never stop thinking about him.

As quickly as you can, you search ‘red riot girlfriend’, which fills you with so much hot embarrassment that you have to sit up in bed, lest it suffocate you. The scan through Google Images is rapid, hurried in the belief that the faster you look, the sooner this’ll be done and you can go back to bed.

For a few stilted minutes, you hunt through a handful of pictures—paparazzi shots and one more mirror selfie—of him and the same pretty woman. Walking down the street hand-in-hand, drinking coffee together, in a cute Halloween picture with matching puppy costumes. It’s—embarrassing, how hard your stomach drops.

But Kirishima looks...different, younger again, and the pictures are accompanied with a news article titled: Unbreakable? Red Riot and girlfriend split after 7 months, dated two years ago.

It’s—absurd your giant sigh of relief, how heavily you flop back to the bed.

Koji sits up again, causing you to recoil so hard that the phone drops out of your hands and onto your chest with a painful thunk. Even though he’s still rubbing his eyes, you can tell by the sleepy pout on his lips that he is actually awake this time, and he starts to cry quietly until you pull him closer.

You don’t say anything, just kiss his head and let him draw up his knees until they’re digging into your hip. After he shuffles a bit, it becomes obvious that the thing stabbing into you isn’t him, but a hard, plastic action figure, one with too many edges and points to be anyone but the very man keeping you awake.

It feels unfair, suddenly, to have him so close and yet not close at all.

—

The first time you tell your mother about him, she has an absolute field day.

“He what?” Already the book in her hands is closing, no longer as interesting as the story you're reciting. She doesn't so much as dog-ear the page, just shuts it and scoots closer on the bench you're sharing, as if there is some secret to be exchanged.

"Mom," you sigh, shake your head, and wonder if you've spoken a certain way you shouldn't have, if maybe you're misleading her somehow. The tone of your voice must be betraying you and all these sleepless nights. "I told you, he's very nice. It's not like—" dismissively, you wave a hand through the air, against whatever it is she's thinking. Whatever it is you're thinking.

"Flowers? He brought you flowers and you're saying—"

"I'm saying they might not have been meant for me, I don't know." When you shrug, she scoffs as if you have personally offended her by ruining this newest romance fantasy. "Maybe they were for Koji."

Almost on cue, he shrieks out a laugh, running too fast across the wood chips on the playground. There are some stuck in his hair and clinging to the back of his shirt, but he seems none the wiser as he tries to climb up a slide the wrong way. A little girl with kitten ears comes around a pole and waits for him at the top, causing him to emit another squeal before he scoots back down on his butt.

It's hard not to laugh at him, how sweet, how innocent.

When you look at your mother, she seems less than amused, and your smile flops.

"It doesn't matter regardless," you try to keep a stern tone to convey how done you are with this conversation—why had it started in the first place? "Kirishima is—"

On the LED screen downtown, a cardboard cutout near the rock climbing gear in a sports store, saving the world during reruns of Mighty Friends! and in his real, heroic life. Busy. Unattainable.

A stranger, one too great in size to fold into the shape of your hectic life. Now that you're fully awake and in your right mind, it's easy to remember that there’s no room for those nightly delusions. What you'd told Koji hadn't been untrue: Kirishima is probably preoccupied with all his Big Hero Stuff, and there was no time for him to play, to see the two of you again, which was fine. Really. Seriously. It is.

The mature-mom side of you can admit that, yes, it's a tad bit disappointing because he is very handsome—and friendly and respectful and gentle and good—but he's a single, up-and-coming Hero with the world at his feet; he must have a multitude of options in his romantic life, ready and waiting for whenever he calls.

And the truth is that you couldn't be involved, not with a boisterous little boy taking up all the space in your heart.

Koji jumps from a too tall ledge on the playground and, though he barely stumbles, never losing his grin, you feel the shudder that makes flowers sway, that makes the bench creak. With Kirishima on the mind, it takes you back to KOBE, to the war zone of glass and debris, and a shudder lights up your spine.

(“It'll only get worse," Nishida said, cigarette dangling from his lips, annoyance clear in the flare of his nostrils. Bringing up this subject with him always ended in a fight.

“Then tell me what to do, how do I help him?"

“Tell you what to do?" Infuriating, with the little smirk on his face. It had been raining when he'd come to pick up your son and he was already urging Koji into his car so they could leave before the conversation had time to develop. “Never thought I'd hear that from your mouth.")

(Nishida, -1)

"Hey," you call out to him, but already he's chasing after his friend, disappearing as fast as he'd come. If your mother wants to say anything about his developing quirk, she doesn't, much to your relief. Such a conversation will be stowed away between the pages of her books, at the ready when you finish another shift at work. Another thing you aren’t sure how to handle. Another talk she’ll need to have with you.

There's a squeal from the side of the playground you aren't privy to, and then another, and then it seems like every kid on the lot is screaming. Your hands tighten instinctively around the wood of the bench, the panicked expression of your mother echoing on your own face. It’s like the nightmare of KOBE all over again, and then it isn’t; Koji’s scream isn’t indistinguishable, but the very thought of him in danger has you leaping into action without a second thought.

Just as you come around slides and swing sets, you hear,

"Watch it, ya' brats!"

and then another chorus of screams, cheers, you realize. Relief is so heavy on your chest that it knocks you back a few steps as your heart hammers, eyes scanning the crowd for Koji's messy hair. You don't find him right away, too blind-sided by the figure of orange and green standing at the head of them all; an arm is waving around, trying firmly—yet gently—to get the kitten-eared girl to let go of something that looks frighteningly similar to a grenade.

It's Dynamight, loud and explosive, looking not much different than his cartoon figure on Mighty Friends. The scowl on his face has your own lips pulling down in turn, taking in each and every edge of his mask, of his hair, of his jaw. He seems all danger, a slip of a finger away from being an eruption—and yet the kids are swarming him, pulling on his pants, trying to climb up his back.

His eyes cut to you once and that's when you notice the mass of vermilion a step behind him.

That's when you notice Koji.

Seated against Red Riot's hip as if he's earned such a spot, grinning down at the kids watching him with open mouths. Awash in cherry red, looking as if he's lit up from the inside and can't contain the enjoyment bursting at his seams; there's something about the happiness so obvious on your son's face that makes you want to cry.

Kirishima is smiling that smile that squishes his eyes closed and Koji starts talking, gripping one of his bulky shoulders, lips moving so fast that you can't imagine the Hero can understand a word. He only lets up to breathe, nodding his head insistently when you watch the oh yeah? slip from Kirishima’s mouth.

A lot of kids love Bakugou,

Koji sucks his lip between his teeth and hugs his Hero suddenly, so overcome with excitement that he can no longer take it.

It's nice that he—remembered me.

The look on Kirishima’s face is fond, familiar somehow, an expression that dulls all his edges, that eases all his danger.

For some reason, you think of Nishida: how wonderful it had been to see him hold Koji for the first time in the hospital, to see them bond, skin-to-skin. How much your son resembles his father, with his smile and his chin, his little mannerisms. How much you loved Heizo, hoped for the two of you, and how much it hurt when he walked out.

The last four years of your life as a single mother had been all Koji, all the time—as it should have been—and you’d come to accept what Nishida had spit out during the last argument you’d had before ending things: nobody would want a single mother, someone and their kid they would have to take care of. And that was fine, because you didn’t need anyone to take care of you or your kid, because you could do it on your own.

Though sometimes, on nights the romance-novel side of your brain takes over, you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have someone there, simply because you wanted them to be.

(Sometimes you can’t help but imagine a vase of peach flowers, greeting you on the kitchen table on too early mornings.)

Koji swivels around in his Hero's arms, craning his head back to set his sights on the bench—your bench—and then he's scanning the playground and looking through kid after kid until he sees you. The sound of his voice is lost in all the childish excitement, but mama! forms in his lips and you smile as wide as you can, earnest and eager under his loving little gaze.

(Mama, +1)

You know how Koji must feel because the urge to wrap him up in your arms is suddenly overwhelming, the need to hold him, safe and firm, and it propels you forward to slip past little, tangled legs and you do your best not to trip any of them. Kirishima spots you, you’re sure of it, can feel the eyes burning into your face, but you busy yourself with surveying the grass, the wood chips falling out of shoes and pant legs, with the trampled wildflowers under the watchful crowd.

“Mama, look!” Koji says, and you do.

And Kirishima is looking, too.

The shine in his eyes is almost identical to your son’s, who is gazing with big and proud eyes as if his Hero really is his. Kirishima takes a long moment to observe you, rosy irises flitting across your eyebrows, the middle of your nose, down the slope of your neck, and then meeting you head on. The wavering smile on his lips is all manner of awkward, like he’s trying to fight off a pointed grin that won’t surrender, and the surprise of it all has you speechless. Is your hair a mess? Are there stains on your clothes? Do you smell like little boy sweat?

“Hi,” he offers, forced to step closer when Koji reaches for you. His neck burns as he passes him and your hands rise and fall a little uselessly, trying not to touch his very exposed and toned chest. Sure, you had seen it on the cereal box-and his action figure and on Koji’s new t-shirt—but it’s hard to believe he just looks like that at all times. Unbelievable. Unfair, actually.

“Fancy seeing you here,” gently, you bounce Koji on your hip, smiling down at him as he sucks on his lip. The armor on Kirishima's jaw is distracting, and there's no way you can look at him with your stomach doing flips the way it is.

“Uh, yeah, we were—I, uh,” he stumbles, endearing, nodding to Dynamight after clearing his throat, “Patrol and all.”

“Isn’t that nice?” You bounce Koji again, who nods eagerly. When you dare to look up at Kirishima, he’s patting another little boy on the head, trying to stop him from grabbing at the gears on his shoulders while quietly asking “hey bud, how’s it going?” Another flex of his arms has your eyes shooting up to watch the clouds. “We didn’t expect to see you again.” Koji whips his head around to frown at you, eyes wide as if you’ve betrayed him until you add, “So soon, at least.”

“Aw, yeah, it’s been pretty hectic.” Kirishima waves his arms in the air vaguely, as if the little crowd is an indication of how eventful his life must be. “It’s great to see you though, both of you!”

The very argument you’ve been having with yourself seems proven, but it doesn’t feel like any kind of victory. You knew this was coming. You’re not sure why a confirmation is so damning. Anything you could have thought to say seems stolen by a sudden and unrelenting wave of melancholy, but you try your best to smile and focus your attention on Koji. An awkwardness settles and Kirishima tugs a little fist from the hold on his pants.

Shuffling on his feet, he tries, “I meant to ask for your number last time, or—or,” his face burns when you look back at him in surprise, turning his eyes elsewhere just as you have to, “—or figure out some way to get in contact with you. Just, you know, in case.”

“In case…?” Like always, his little smile infects you, eases the discomfort souring in your stomach. The image of him and that pretty girl in the puppy costume comes to mind; he’s too much like one, sweet and kind and cuddly—even with his abs of steel, which look exactly as they do on his rigid, plastic action figure. Exactly.

“Just,” he shrugs, “in case. You can always call me, or whatever, for anything.” Kirishima laughs, a little too forced. “Need a lightbulb changed? I’m your guy!”

The intrusive thought of him standing in your kitchen, tall enough to reach the ceiling without needing a step stool the way you do—shirtless—gnawing on his lip just as he is now as while repairing a light distracts you, opens the doors for a few other visions of him in various places in your apartment. The idea is comfortable, too much so. How much you want it is shocking.

“Not that—” he breaks you from the spell before it goes any further, “not that—I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes or anything, your husband or—or whoever.”

“Husband?” Even as you say it, his eyes dart down to where your hand is supporting Koji. In some strange world, maybe he had been sitting up in bed too, curling over his phone while searching for you on Facebook, eager to know what relationship status was listed there. “No toes to step on. Just me and my big, strong boy!”

“Oh, of course, of course!” Kirishima’s brows shoot to his hairline—and you notice a small scratch at the corner of his right eye. It’s faded, healed over time into a nearly translucent mark.

(An iron giant, you think, but still soft, still scarred.)

(The logical mom side of you is fighting to keep her footing in holding the Hero ten feet away, but you can feel her losing, melting under the warm burn of his sincere gaze, the smile he aims at the ground, as if to hide it. Koji flexes his arms and beams and his Hero follows suit childishly, making a silly face that erupts all the kids surrounding him with laughter.)

Dynamight turns to regard the three of you for the first time, making some kind of noise between a grunt and an oi that goes unanswered. The scowl on the blonde’s face deepens into something fiercely ugly, but he has to avoid a stray elbow to the groin, and so his attention is redirected for the moment.

Koji wiggles impishly, making a little irritated sound with the back of his throat until you put him down. There’s a small boy squatting at Red Riot’s feet, pulling grass from the ground to layer over his boots, and your son nearly pushes him over to get closer to the Hero—and he also ignores the warning hey! given to him.

He jumps in place while grabbing onto Kirishima’s arm and you wonder if anyone else can feel the minute shaking of the earth beneath his excited feet. “Can you train with me like—like you said you would? Please?”

In the past few weeks since you saw the Hero at the hospital, Koji has been asking non-stop about his “training session”. Standing with a little hand on his little hip, overrun with a not-so-little attitude, he’s had the gall to look you in the face and say, “mom, I really don’t appreciate that,” when you’ve told him you had no way of contacting Red Riot—which hadn’t been a lie.

(You could only stand there and watch him with an open mouth, wondering how your sweet boy had gone from five to fifteen overnight as he stomped to his room and loudly threw himself on his bed.)

(The sass was definitely all his father's.)

It’ll only get worse, you think, over time as Koji’s strength grows with him. Maybe he’ll get lucky and make it into U.A. but how rough will the road there be? Will he upend half of the street while throwing a fit? Will your apartment building fall victim to a sinkhole all because he’s having a nightmare?

Maybe one day Koji will be there, inside KOBE, just in the nick of time to save a waitress that was too distracted to see the car hurtling towards her, and on that day—would you rather him be able to use his quirk, or not?

In a world of heroes, it shouldn’t be so surprising, danger around every corner, but it is; no matter how much you pray or wish or beg to the universe, one day Koji will be somewhere, in the middle of something you—or maybe anyone—can’t protect him from. And who will you want him to be, on that day?

“Uh,” Kirishima hesitates—in answer and in picking up Koji, who takes his turn swatting at the gears on his shoulders. Slowly, gently, as if waiting for any sign of disapproval from you, he cups his hands under your son’s arm and lifts him up with ease. “Well little man, I, uh—”

The only person who can understand exactly what Koji will go through is the one person that refuses to help, and it breaks your heart here, now, the way it always does. There will be people in your son’s life that will jump at the chance to aid him—good people, generous and patient and worthy—but they will never be his dear, old dad, who Koji loves unconditionally.

Despite the flush drawing your eyes to the Hero’s chest, you step up to smooth Koji’s hair, which warrants a manly growl. “Remember what we said, hmm? How Red Riot has big guy stuff to do?”

Kirishima nods, lips dragging down into a small frown that looks misplaced on his handsome face. “Yeah, big guy stuff. Boring.” He crosses his eyes and sticks out his tongue, like the words leave a gross taste in his mouth, and even though what he’s confirming is making Koji—and you—a little sad, it still pulls a smile.

“But,” you sigh, “if there is ever a time when Red Riot is not so busy with big guy stuff,” you make a point to say the words to Kirishima, who looks just as surprised as your son, “maybe we can set up a playdate.”

Koji launches into a hurried jumble of can you do it now are you busy now we’re not busy I don’t have school on the weekends and that’s when Dynamight finally catches Kirishima’s attention.

“Hey,” he seethes, “we ain’t got time for this. Supposed to be working.” To prove how serious he is, he takes several steps back towards the sidewalk (a bundle of kids follow him anyway), like he’s gearing up to leave his partner behind.

“Yeah, man, one sec,” Kirishima’s eyes never leave yours, which seriously pisses Dynamight off, evident by the red rage painting his neck. "Yeah, yeah! That would be great! I can text you, if that's okay?"

"I’m not—," Dynamight makes an incensed noise with his throat before fixing you with his fiery glare, an easy target to put the blame on. It feels a little bit like a trap, one that will set off if you even think about giving Kirishima your phone number—but Koji is still jumping and talking, so you do it anyway. And thank the stars you are not having to ask the blonde for any kind of special attention for your son.

"I—" the back of Kirishima’s head gear is yanked, and it lowers him down a few inches as his partner drags him across the grass. "I'll let you know, I will!" The wave he gives is timid but it's returned with vigor by Koji, by the other kids at the park, by your mother.

Even though she’s near bursting at the seams to say something, anything, you only watch your son’s Hero as he’s towed away, gleaming, sunshine.

—

The fourth time you see him, it’s technically the fifth.

Koji is decked out in his usual crimson gear—a fiery hoodie (which is actually Endeavor merchandise, though your son refused to hear it and insisted it spelled ‘Kirishima’), his red kindergarten gym shorts (which should have been at the school and not stowed away in Koji’s backpack yesterday afternoon), and a pair of your socks that have been dyed in the washer. Again.

The afternoon has started later than you expected and your son is already a little miffed, since the playdate with Kirishima has taken a backseat to the meltdown Koji had about not having enough hair gel to spike his entirely up. In his carseat, his arms are crossed, pout facing the trees that surround the parking lot. All attempts at your “honey bee” have failed and he only lightens up when you put the car in park.

The directions Kirishima sent have taken you to a field of some sort, in a clearing, one hidden away by a thin forest of trees with leaves that are lime in the sunlight. There’s a beaten track around the outside that’s obviously been well-worn with use, over time, and there’s a set of bleachers at one far end that look about ready to collapse at the slightest touch. It’s in a neighborhood you’ve never explored and the privacy of it all has you wondering how the Hero found it in the first place; it’s quiet and reserved, probably free from prying eyes, some secret spot he’s chosen to share with you and Koji.

(Kirishima, +1)

In the trunk of your car is a little blue cooler with snacks and Gatorade for when the sun begins to tire Koji out. There's no way to know what Kirishima has in plan for today's "training"; hopefully nothing serious—Koji is only five, after all. There's extra things in there, too, like a sandwich cut in the shape of a heart and some tuna your son didn't finish yesterday, just in case an appetite grows for you while waiting, watching. You'll spread a blanket out on the ground and stay out of the way; Koji has been looking forward to this and you want him to soak up all the fun he can.

Who knows if he'll see his Hero again after this.

His Hero—who is sitting patiently on a picnic table in front of the parking lot, looking up now that you've arrived. The first thing you notice about him is his shock of hair—red as usual, but loose, down in a low ponytail at the back of his neck. The shorter pieces he spikes up at the front ("horns, mama," Koji tells you) don't quite reach all the way, little bangs hanging just in front of his eyes that he swipes away, grinning as Koji squeals his name. His voice must be easy to hear, even through the car door, because this clearing is so secret, so personal. Intimate.

The thought has your stomach turning traitorously, full of nerves you won't dare describe as butterflies, and you shake your head to be rid of all the sweetness, lest it give your heart any cavities. Koji is kicking his feet impatiently against the passenger seat in front of him and you turn to tell him that he needs to mind his manners and be respectful, but Kirishima is already approaching you, which tips you son over into a dangerous stage of excitement. All your words are lost to him as he jams his little thumb into the buckle of his carseat.

"Honey bee—"

And then he's already loose, somehow—when did he learn how to do that?—and knocking on the window as his Hero waves from just outside the door. Koji is a burst of "mama, let me out, let me out, let me out!"

It doesn't seem like Kirishima’s smile can get any bigger, stock full of pride and appreciation, but it does—it even wavers a bit, eyes shining like he might tear up at your little boy's excitement.

The only time you've ever seen him so serious, serene even without a smile, is in the hospital as he tried to figure out what to do with all the praise you'd given him.

Distantly, you think: this man saved your life, and he's here, now, splaying his large hand against the glass window so that Koji can measure the difference in the size of their palms. It feels almost a little unreal, when you take a step back—but Kirishima's shadow is warm, a comfort that's too easy to lean into.

You unlock the car before your son can yank the door handle off.

Koji leaps from his seat and his Hero catches him just in time, almost a little too late, and hoists him high into the air like he's just as excited to see Koji. Maybe he is.

When you get out and come around the back to open your trunk, your son has his hands pressed against Kirishima's cheeks, squishing them around his pointy smile.

“Hey, little man! You ready for today?”

There is no real answer, your son just raises his arms in the air and screams, wiggling to get put down right after so he can do something with all the energy that's been building for weeks. His Hero laughs, watching him run in a quick circle before turning his grin to you. It falters just the slightest as he takes you in, the same way it had when he'd looked at Koji, but something is different in his eyes; they're not as shiny, but just as soft, sweet.

The days of Koji’s summer-break from school are your favorite: so full of unending fun, trips with your mom, trips between just you and your little boy. The sun sets later, it’s warmth still lingering as Koji plays outside with the neighborhood kids. Scraped knees and syrupy shaved ice; cartoons and quick baths; the kind of exhaustion that comes with an overabundance of fun, of love and joy. You’re not sure why the memory comes as you offer a tentative smile, as you play with the hem of your sundress.

“Hey there,” you nod at him, hoping to rush past all the nerves rattling around in your stomach, “thanks again for agreeing to meet us.”

“Oh yeah! Of course!” Kirishima puts his hands on his hips a little valiantly, like that of a true hero, and he only relaxes when you laugh. “I’m—it’s good to see you, both of you.”

It’s becoming easier and easier, you realize, for him to render you so fragile.

It's the honesty that strips you so bare. Though you hate to keep comparing him to Nishida, it's hard not to when he had been your baseline understanding of "love" once; Heizo had always teased you about everything, and while there wasn't anything really wrong with that, it's unprepared you for times like this, men like this, unashamed of all that these kind of feelings.

Shy, maybe, but not chasing away his own butterflies.

So you bite your lip, and his eyes drift to it for a split second. “It’s nice to see you too, Kirishima.”

Koji runs into his Hero’s leg, wrapping his little (red) arms around it, and he receives a gentle pat on the head, though those crimson eyes never leave yours. That serious expression takes over his face again and his jaw works just the slightest, like he’s chewing on words and trying to decide which ones to swallow, which ones to let out. His other hand tenses. Relaxes.

When your son digs his little chin into the meat of Kirshima’s thigh, he finally regards him with a soft smile, the same fond one he had when you saw him at the park a few days ago. It brings back some comfort, the same kind you felt when Koji cried your name with such joy at the sight of you, and things seem to settle back into place, just like that. He must have another quirk, something different under the surface of his hardened exterior, he must.

“Let’s go!” Koji beams, sucking on his lip when his Hero returns the grin.

“I think your mom has some stuff, bud,” Kirishima nods to you, “Let’s help her really quick before we get started, okay?”

Koji frowns.

“It’s okay,” you laugh, sticking your tongue out at your sweet baby boy when he looks at you—only for him to return it with vigor. “You two go ahead, I can get it.”

Then Kirishima frowns.

“Really, go! Get to training!” The little wave only lowers the Hero’s lips, but Koji tugs on his hand—digs his heels into the ground and pulls with all his little might—until Kirishima scoops him up and they take off to the center of the field.

You watch them as you unpack the few things from your car—and you indulge yourself, again, just the way you had on your phone only nights ago.

Kirishima is here for you and Koji, and he's smiling the way he is because he is excited to be here. It's been on his mind since before the hospital, before the accident, since that day in Koji's class. Meeting you like this wasn't something he ever expected, but now you're here and so is he and maybe it's fate, that he's entered your little world when you both least expected it.

That's how it happens, right? These special things like this, the ones in your mother's novels.

It's not impossible to believe, it's nice—so nice—to imagine, and Kirishima has never given you a reason to think that isn't exactly how this is going.

(This.)

(Whatever this is.)

But there's something holding you back. Fear, probably, of wanting something that will only walk out again, in the end.

In the distance, Kirishima squats down so that he’s eye-level with Koji and gives him a high-five, and then another, and then they are playing some kind of patty-cake game that has your son bouncing on his toes. It’s no surprise that he’s a wild ball of energy; this is all he’s wanted for a long time.

(Maybe, you think, this is all so difficult because it’s what you’ve wanted, too. Before Koji, before Heizo. Maybe all your life.)

The blanket you spread out on the ground is big and soft, cushions the grass enough so that your butt won’t be aching in thirty minutes, and you take a water bottle out of the cooler for yourself. The shade feels quieter, further away, and you try to push all the bothersome thoughts into the dark.

Kirishima must say something about warming up because they both take a wide stance and stretch their arms high above their heads, and Koji reaches so hard that he eventually just starts jumping up and down. Red Riot joins him after a moment, letting out a loud woo! that your son mimics cheerfully. Their attention is drawn directly to you when Kirishima points your way, and then Koji is running as fast as his little legs can carry him to your blanket.

“Hey, mama!” He says, out of breath as he hugs you in a hurry, uninterested, before turning and sprinting past his Hero, who encourages him as he runs for the center of the field. It’s funny, the way your son keeps his arms straight and stiff, looking like a quick little penguin, and Krishima sends you a toothy grin when he hears you laughing.

When Koji makes it back, they stretch and jump some more, shout woo! as loud as they can multiple times in a row, and then Kirishima ducks low enough so that your son can climb on his shoulders. There’s an unmistakable flash of fear across Koji’s face as he becomes aware of just how giant his Hero is, but a large hand comes up to rest against his back, holding him a little firmer in place.

“Woo!”

“Woo!”

At times like these, it's easy to wish things were a little simpler, that there weren't an endless amount of shifts waiting for you at KOBE, that you didn't haven't to sacrifice weekend mornings with Koji as often as you do. If only there were summer days meant for the park and the park alone, all outside responsibilities pushed to the wayside, even for a little while.

If only Koji didn't have to travel back and forth from home to home every other week.

All the insecurities that have sprouted roots in your chest are quieted, just for a moment, when Kirishima grins at you again, standing on his toes so that your son can swat at some leaves hanging off a tree. The little legs hanging over his shoulders are swinging as best as they can; it reminds you of a little puppy, swishing his tail with all his joy.

They spin around once, twice, before Kirishima lets him down and points back out to the field. Whatever he tells Koji has him laughing, even more so when he pinches at his tummy, and then your son is off again with his goofy little run, and your heart picks up as the Hero makes his way to you and your blanket.

"Hey, I hope you don't think this is, like," Kirishima gestures to himself and then to Koji as he plops down beside you, far enough that you aren’t touching, but close enough that you can feel his radiant warmth, "weird or anything."

"Oh, I definitely thought it was weird," when you say it, his eyebrows shoot up, relaxing only after he sees your smile, "but that was when I thought you were some random creep and not actually Red Riot."

"Ah, yeah, sorry about that," a flush forms on his cheeks and he rubs at the back of his neck until you wave his apology away; it's not actually his fault. After a moment, he says, "I like kids, you know. Bakugou always tells me I'm such a child in a big guy’s body," he smiles when you laugh, "so maybe that's why I get along with them so much."

Koji shouts a woo! in the distance, jumping on his tippy toes while waving out his arms—jumping jacks?—and Kirishima cups a hand around his mouth and calls one back, the powerful echo of his voice vibrating straight through you.

Of all the heroes that come to mind, you're glad it's Kirishima that takes first place for Koji; it's difficult to imagine this setting with, say, Dynamight or Shouto—not impossible, but not as easily put together. Even Deku; as Japan's number one, he must be overflowing with responsibility, probably too busy to hardly get a good night's sleep.

"I like kids," Kirishima repeats, and you don't miss the quick side-eye he gives you. "I don't have any, but that doesn't mean, you know—I don't—" Koji is making his way back to the blanket, shoulders already slumped a little with exhaustion, "he's great, a great kid. I, uh, really like him."

It sounds a little redundant, but a compliment towards your son will never fail to be flattering. "In case you couldn't tell," you nod to Koji, red from head to toe, "he really likes you, too."

"I can tell, just barely," he jokes, "but, uh, he's great and, uh, you know—" it's a wonder how he doesn't draw blood, with as much as he bites his lip, "his mom, too, is great also."

Embarrassing as it is, it actually takes a moment to realize that's you, that you're Koji's mom, and when you do, heat breaks out across your face and neck like a bad sunburn. Kirishima is talking about you, who he thinks is great, and your son, who he also thinks is great, because he likes kids even if he doesn't have any.

The butterflies return in full force as if summoned; maybe they were.

"O-oh," you blink and the Hero turns suddenly, interest captured by the trees in the distance, a flock of birds that fly for the clouds. There's a wave of shyness emanating from him and it makes your head spin; an iron giant, still humble, still sheepish. "Is she?"

"Y-yeah!" Kirishima turns back enough that you can see the side of his glowing face, and he busies himself with picking at the blanket beneath you. "She's, uh, sweet and really kind and she makes me laugh and, uh," a sigh slips from him heavily as he finally meets your eyes, words coming out like they've been stuck in his chest for days, "really pretty."

Koji returns then, sweat beading along his hairline and making the ends a little dark, a little damp, and falls against Kirishima's side—who catches him without ever looking from you. It's clear that you're at a loss for words and so the Hero turns back to your son and grips his little shoulders to keep him standing upright.

"Okay, lesson number, uh, three, I think." Kirishima's face turns serious, a playful-serious, and your son nods before trying to pick his nose; his Hero brings his hand away from his face without a word and Koji gets the hint. "It's real important to eat at a caloric surplus in order to build muscle, okay? That's how you get the gains." He flexes his arms and nods at Koji to do the same; you look at his red hair, the sharp line of his nose, the flush still on his cheeks—anything but his bulging muscles.

A hand shoots out towards you, open, palm up. "Mom," Kirishima says, "snack me, please."

Koji giggles and does the same, with a little more enthusiasm. "Snack me, mom!" His Hero whispers 'please' quietly, and your son tacks on his manners as an afterthought, "pleeeaaassseee!"

"Mom, snack, got it." The cooler from home is at your side and you pull out three small packs of roasted soybeans, handing Koji the sweetened kind since they’re his favorite (it’s a day to spoil him, just a bit).

Kirishima opens it for him, murmuring in a low voice to be careful, not to spill, and then he eats from his own pack as Koji slumps down on his legs. They exchange a secret grin and your son gives him a thumbs up, which his Hero returns.

"Doin' great, buddy!"

The pride on Koji's face when he looks at you is insurmountable, brighter than the sun as it peeks through the trees.

Playtime continues until the clouds darken with the evening. They never do anything serious, nothing with quirks or requiring real strength, and it—placates you, and Koji, in a safe way. All the hesitancy you had about their "training" before, Kirishima must have remembered; he doesn't push, doesn't cross any lines he thinks you may have, and your son has a blast.

They do more stretching, more jumping jacks—Koji's version, which is mostly just jumping—and Kirishima helps him climb a tree with many strong, thick branches. Koji laughs, a lot, when he's spun around upside-down, when they play tag, when Kirishima eats his sandwich in one bite (the Hero is quick to realize his mistake, though, and hurries to insist Koji not do the same).

And he's worn out, when the three of you decide to hit the easy walking trail at the back of the field. It's paved, only going about 5 miles into the trees, the ones with branches that curve into one another and create a natural, viridescent tunnel. When Koji begins to stumble and rub his eyes, you offer to carry him, but he turns to Kirishima instead, one foot on the Hero's shoes and reaching up blindly with grabby hands.

It's quiet as you walk, observing the way Koji rests his head on Kirishima's collarbone, sporting the pout he gets when he's too sleepy. The sight of them is soothing—how easy, how effortless—and it has your heart wrenching in a way it hasn't in a long time. In a way it maybe never has.

Again, your thoughts turn to Heizo.

Despite what your mother demands of you, there isn't a financial system in place between you and Koji's dad; you had been afraid to ask him for such a thing when your son was an itty, bitty baby because—though you may loathe his approach—Nishida did take care of your son. To the dentist, picking him up every other week, water-park birthday parties; he was, and still is, very much involved, and Koji adores him, despite your own feelings for Heizo.

But there has always been a feeling of give-and-take between the two of you: he brought you flowers, you would accept his movie date; he worked long hours at his job, you would have dinner ready for him when he came home; he complained about you calling him when he was gone, you stopped; he wanted out, you let him go.

And it still wasn't enough in the end, and that guilt has always been a catch in your throat, something to swallow around.

"Why are you doing this?"

Kirishima's eyebrows quirk up in surprise and the look he gives you is a little deer-in-the-headlights. The tone in your voice, maybe, has him looking like he's going to apologize for—whatever he thinks he's done, but he just tries to glance down at Koji under his chin and then shrugs. "Because I said I would."

With the way he looks—soft and pliable, in his ponytail, in the sunset—it's easy to believe, but you push on regardless. "You're a very busy hero, I'm sure. I just—" he still looks concerned, so you bite your lip and watch your feet along the pavement. "—sorry, but don't you have…better things to do? I'm glad you like Koji, but—"

The meaning of your question seems to sink in and his face falls, just the slightest, "I am busy," Koji shuffles, eyes closed, lips smacking, "and I probably always will be busy. It's...rare that I get days like this, if I'm being honest." Kirishima looks at you, at you like he needs you to hear what he’s saying. "But I try to keep my word, and I already told Koji I would train him, if that's what you could call this."

The little laugh he offers is sincere and full of nerves, and it’s impossible not to give one in return. Happiness is a reflex, you realize, with him, with Kirishima, a knee-jerk reaction to the warmth his personality wraps you up in. Distantly, you think that you could believe anything he says if he looked at you the way he does, with your little boy in his supportive arms.

(Is it really that easy, that simple?)

“I may be late in doing it, but,” the breeze blows his bangs back a little and he blinks, “I always try to keep my word. It may seem like I forgot or something, but-but I haven’t!” The enthusiasm in his voice rivals Koji’s and he stops on the pavement, maybe to cement his point to you. Something earnest is written across his face, a question he’s too afraid to ask.

Patience, it’s all he needs, Japan’s Number 5 Hero, Red Riot. Of all the things he could want for—money and fame, material things, any of the women that adore him—he’s here, now, with you and Koji.

Just asking for a little understanding.

It doesn’t require a second thought, not after a day like today; you decide to give it to him.

—

The first time you call him, he doesn’t answer.

It’s a stupid idea to begin with, especially as your mother stands over the stove watching the broccoli steam, grating daikon with the kind of expertise you don’t have the time to inherit. Even with her back to you, the phone in your hand is angled a little obviously to the left, just in case she turns around and happens to catch sight of—something, anything that will betray what you’re thinking.

There’s a lot of food, that’s all.

The mackerel fillets had been on sale this week and you’d indulged, buying much more than you and Koji could handle so that you could eat it for a few nights in a row. The radishes were your mothers and she’d brought them over, claiming they were going bad and that you would use them faster than she could. Some of the rice from Koji’s lunch had gone untouched, because he started trying to gorge himself on sandwiches until you put a stop to it, and then there was soup waiting for you in the fridge.

Nishida asked for Koji a little early on Thursday, since he would be out of town the next weekend and you had agreed, albeit reluctantly (but there was the give and take; you have done something for him, and now he would owe you, per his rules).

So Koji was sitting by the door, bouncing on a couch cushion he'd dragged to the floor while waiting for his dad to show. Fresh and clean, even if he had thrown a fit about getting in the bath; near the end of the week, he always gets a little over-tired, much more prone to tears and attitudes too big for his little (red) pants.

Dinner had turned into a feast for your little family, especially with your son leaving, and you just thought maybe, perhaps, Kirishima would be interested in coming over for dinner.

Your mother still has her back turned and so you announce (very loudly), "I'm going to wash my hands in my bathroom," and if she hears you, she doesn't acknowledge it. Koji glances up from the floor, still a little watery-eyed even though his mood has improved, and you give him a tense smile before slipping into your room.

Kirishima finally had asked for your number after that day at the field and throughout the week he’d sent you photos of a few meaningless little things with silly captions: a dog he saw on patrol (puppy emoji followed by many exclamation points), a flower stall (these are very nice!!! reminded me of you and the pleading eyes emoji), a class of kids crossing the street (how is school going for koji?? great, i hope!!!), and a blurry photo of Dynamight mid-yell.

That one did not have a message attached.

And you had sent him things too, like a photo of how packed the newly renovated dining room of KOBE had been the other night (hope it goes smoothly for you!!!! not in the area, so no cars coming through the window hehe and a sweatdrop emoji), the newest romance novel your mom was reading (looks good!!), and a photo she had captured of you holding Koji, admiring the freshly gelled spikes on his head. To that, he’d sent lots of pleading faces and red hearts and also commented on how manly!!! your son’s hair was.

The territory you'd entered was—new, sudden.

One day he was just the Hero that your son adored, and the next he was thinking of you over an arrangement of white peonies, peach garden roses, succulents—and making a point to tell you about it. A little braver over text message, out of your line of sight; his sweet good night, sleep tight! &lt;3 wishes were slowly unearthing every feeling for him you had tried to bury.

So that’s why you call him—and because of all the food, of course.

The tap water in your bathroom is running—just in case—but all you can focus on is the line ringing, the tone of your voice, if you sound nervous, if he’ll hear the water and ask about it, what he’ll say when he picks up the phone.

But he never does.

The minute his voice-mail starts to play, you hang up as quickly as you can, as if it will erase your attempt at reaching out, too. It's stupid—right?

Red Riot is preoccupied with big guy stuff, Big Hero stuff, that is much more important than dinner at your house. You can't blame him, of course not, especially after what he'd said that day at the field; he is busy, and always will be.

It's unfair to be disappointed.

Before you have a chance to pout about it, the doorbell rings and Koji is up and answering it by the time you toss the phone on your bed and leave the room. When he squeals, you smile—even if it is for Nishida.

"Hey," he says from the doorway, giving your mom a quick wave, "thanks for letting me have 'im, 'preciate it." Then he smirks, the little lift of his lips that always annoys you.

"Sure," though it's a little harder to be annoyed this time, with Kirishima on your mind, "it's—yeah."

Koji rushes out the door and into the night, only halting to a stop when his dad grabs the handle of his backpack at the last second. "Dad," he whines, giggling when Heizo puts his whole hand over his face.

Nishida stares at you a little too hard, too observant, before nodding, "Say goodbye to your mom, kid. Tell her you love her."

(Nishida, +1)

Your son waddles up to you a little shyly, hands on his cheeks like he doesn't know what to do with them. Koji prefers his I-love-you's to be natural, to say it whenever he really, really means it, but he hugs you around the legs until you hoist him up onto your hip. The crooked little smile he gives you makes you laugh, and then him when you pinch his side.

"I love you, honey bee," you say, giving him a wet kiss on the cheek, which he wipes off like it's full of poison. Your little boy, too cool for sappy emotions; he eventually hugs you around the neck tight, too tight, so tight you pretend to choke and he laughs.

"Love you, mama," Koji mumbles it between his smushed little lips, like he wants the words to be as small and as quiet as possible, but he over-puckers for a quick kiss regardless.

And then he's wiggling to get put down, throwing his arms around as he runs dramatically out the door—unrestrained, this time—and he's yanking on the handle of Nishida's car, shouting for his dad to hurry up.

Heizo watches him from the doorway for a minute with a smile that is all Koji—a real smile and not that little smirk. Then he turns to look at you and sighs.

Which you know to mean that he wants to "talk".

"So Koj' told me he trained with this Red Riot the other day, that he's gonna be a hero, too."

Immediately you're on the defensive, opening your mouth to spit out the argument that someone has to help him, but—there's no hostility to his face, so you swallow the instinctive reaction. "Uh, yeah, they did train." You say it with your head held high, shoulders squared because you want him to know how much it means to Koji, how much it means to you.

Nishida just nods, quiet, odd. "That's cool, I guess. Surprised the guy has the time for that kinda thing."

(The phone sitting on your bed suddenly feels very far away. )

You shrug, "Kirishima told him he would, so he did."

"Kirishima, huh?" The grin he sends you is all teeth, teasing tone in his voice, the one that always made you hot with embarrassment.

"No, it's—he told us to call him that, remember? At the hospital, he said to call him that." You don't know why the idea of Nishida knowing is awkward, maybe because you're not sure if there is anything to know.

"Okay, uh-huh," Heizo chuckles, the dry kind that you used to think was attractive; now it just sounds like he smokes too much. "Hey, whatever man, I just didn't realize you were into guys like that."

"Oh, you didn't think I liked nice guys because I stuck around with you for too long?"

"Don't be so dramatic," he rolls his eyes, smiling anyway, "'m just saying." You don't respond, unsure of how to, so he just shrugs and pushes up off the doorframe. "Watch out for the guy, is all. I could kick his ass if I had to, I just don't wanna."

And that's—weird. It totally stumps you.

"Yeah, okay, sure." You blink and he chuckles again before half-ass jogging back to his car, kicking Koji lightly in the butt when he gets close enough.

You take a few steps out into the driveway, crossing your arms and digging your fingers a little tighter into your sleeves before the car starts to pull away. Koji sits up as much as he can in his carseat while waving wildly, and he even returns a few of the kisses you blow him, and then they are gone.

You had been young, too young, when you and Nishida had begun dating, when you had your son, and you think there will always be some part of yourself that he has, whether he knows it or not. At one point in time, he had been someone you trusted, someone you looked to for answers because he was older and he was supposed to know what to do, and now there is some kind of finality to his words. Like an approval you didn't really need, like he's released you.

Kirishima is wonderful and kind and patient and honest and good. He makes you feel heard, with the way he watches as you speak, and he makes you feel beautiful, with the blush that paints him every time you stare too long. And he cares, about you and Koji—maybe not too deeply, not yet, since this is all still new, but you trust that he could, with time, that he could care in all the right ways.

"Ready to eat?"

When you look back at your mom, she's not trying to hide her smile in the slightest, and so you don't hide yours either.

Dinner spreads out a little later into the evening, but it's not awkward like it usually is, absent of all the "discussions" your mother typically needs to have with you. Instead she asks about KOBE, about your boss and your coworkers, if you like them, and you tell her that you do—some days. There’s no application in her hands to push onto you, for once; she just asks, she just listens. And she tells you about the book she read, the businessman that fell in love with a small-town woman and later realized what was most important to him. The pointed look she gives you is so her that you can only laugh about it, for too long.

The house is quiet without Koji, even quieter when you force some leftovers onto your mother and watch her leave for the night, but you try to enjoy a long, nice bath, since you hardly ever have the chance to take an extended one. The bed will be all yours, no feet in your ribs, but the thought doesn’t bring you as much comfort as you expected; too used to your little boy and all his mannerisms, his edges, his wild.

By the time you crawl under the blankets and check your phone, there is a new text from Nishida, which is just a photo of Koji slumped over in his carseat, fast asleep. It’s from nearly an hour ago and you’re sure they are home now, that your son is safe and tucked away in his bed as he should be.

There’s also three text messages from Kirishima, and two missed calls.

When it registers in your brain, you sit up so fast that your head spins. The first call was nearly thirty minutes after you’d made yours and the second was ten minutes after that, and the messages are—a little frantic.

7:37 PM: hey, sorry!!!! work things :( hope everything is okay!!!

7:59 PM: i’m off the clock if you need smth!!! sorry i couldn’t answer earlier

8:16 PM: just checking on youu! sorry i’m so paranoid it’s just part of my job lol

Immediately, you call him back and the second the tone rings in your ear, you want to hang up. It’s a few hours later now, he must be asleep, and if he’s not then he should be after a long day at work. If only you’d kept your phone on you—at least to send a message that you were okay and that it wasn’t urgent; now guilt the size of a golf ball is welling up in your throat.

It only rings twice and then he answers.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Kirishima is a little breathless, like he’d run to pick up the phone or something.

“Hey, yes, we’re fine.” You pause, cringing a little when he sighs, “I’m sorry if I made you worry—”

“No, no, that’s okay! I’m glad you called!” There’s a smile growing on his face, you can hear it in his voice. A beat goes by and it feels like something quiet changes in the silence. "I'm really glad you called.”

You think about the photo of the flowers, you think about the flowers, and the heart eyes he’d sent, his goodnight texts. All the things you haven’t spoken about yet, all the things you want to. It's impossible to ignore any longer.

“Yeah, I—me too.” As if he can see, you nod, “We had a lot of food at dinner and Koji is at his dad’s so I just—wanted to invite you over, I guess.”

“Oh,” Kirishima pauses, thinking, then exclaims, “Aww man! That’s—thank you, that’s so nice of—ah, bummer!”

The obvious disappointment in his voice, in his sigh, is flattering and has you laughing just a bit, which has him chuckling, just like always. A mirror of each other, it seems, in all the simple, easy moments.

“Sorry,” he says for the millionth time, and you can practically see him scratching the back of his neck, wherever he is, “I would have loved to, thanks for thinking of me.”

I am always thinking of you.

The instinct to say it overcomes you so suddenly that you have to physically clap a hand over your mouth, cheeks burning with how silly you feel. It’s so embarrassing, such a thought, but Kirishima sighs, almost dreamy, like he really is on cloud nine to know that you’re thinking of him during miniscule moments of your life, just as he is with his flowers.

An iron giant, blushing, but not at all ashamed of how he feels.

And so you tell him.

It takes digging your fingers into the blanket covering you, but you clear your throat and say, very quietly, “I think about you all the time.”

Kirishima is silent for long enough that you start conjuring up an awkward excuse in your head as to what that was, but then there is a muffled thump, like he's laying in bed, too, and flopping back down on his pillows. “Are we at the point of this yet where I can tell you I love hearing the sound of your voice?”

This, this back and forth, this slow descent, whatever this is. That same feeling from before blooms; you could believe anything Kirishima says when he speaks in this warm, late evening, summer tone. This could be whatever he wants it to be.

“I don’t know,” you murmur, “are we?”

He lets out a short laugh, “Can we be? Is that okay?”

As if he’s there, you roll on your side to stare at the empty, Koji- sized space next to you on the bed, tracing a mindless pattern into the sheets. “Mhm, that's okay.”

“O-okay.”

It’s hard to speak with the smile stretching along your cheeks and you have to bury your face into the pillow to stop yourself from screaming. It all feels so high-school—but there hadn’t been nights like these with Nishida; those usually consisted of something much different, less innocent.

“You can, uh, call me Eijirou, if you’d like.” Kirishima’s voice has deepened considerably, low and comfortable, and the change sends an electrifying shiver down your spine. “Bakugou calls me E, sometimes...and Eiji, Denki calls me that. It's kind of funny, I've thought about telling Koji to call me that because he still says Red Riot, but,” he seems to realize he’s just—talking, without end, and lets out a little groan. “Or whatever you want to call me, that’s fine too.”

Eijirou. Kirishima Eijirou.

You'd seen the name out of the corner of your eye when you'd done your perverse Googling, but you hadn't acknowledged it. Avoided it, more-like, as if you didn't have permission to even think about it yet.

The shift feels tangible this time, when you say, "Eijirou,” and he sighs, all dreamy again.

“I wish I could see you right now.”

That makes your face heat instantly; right now? There's a cup of tea you were steeping and forgot about on the nightstand next to you; the shirt you're sleeping in is old with a hole at the side, from where you'd ripped out the tag in annoyance one night; you're only wearing one sock. You're glad he can't see you.

Still—you try to imagine him there in the space beside you, watching with that look as you speak. “I wish that I could see you, too.”

There's a door that's been opened now and everything snowballs: Kirishima lets out another sigh, heavier this time, just shy of a groan and there's the ruffle of—something. Sheets, maybe.

“Can I—fuck—next week I should be more available, at least I hope.” The swear surprises you, though you've heard it from his mouth before. You realize that he's never cursed in front of Koji. "Is it bad of me to try and make plans with you for then?"

You'll be open too, since he is. Since Eijirou is. "No, not bad. Even if you get—busy, at least the idea will satisfy me for the moment." He laughs freely. "Is that bad to say?"

"No. I don't know. It's nice to hear, anyway." It goes quiet for a moment and you wonder if he's chewing on his lip like always. "I should be available but it's hard to know, that's all. And I don't want to disappoint you."

For some reason, you think of the pretty girl, the one he dated before. They looked happy in all their photos, the same smile echoing on each other's faces, the same smile that you wear now, and you wonder what happened between them. It's none of your business, obviously, but—he's busy, you know this. There's never going to be an endless amount of time for him.

Maybe something else caused their split, something you know nothing about and never will, but if it's the time, if you only get him in quiet moments like this, conversations late into the night because you couldn't stop thinking about him, then—

That's okay.

As a mother to a wild, young boy, you aren't going to be available 100% of the time either; Koji keeps you on your toes, and has for the last 4 years that you've been single, and maybe that's actually a good thing. Maybe you have the kind of patience Eijirou needs.

"It's okay," you say, because it is, "I know that you can get tied up with things because of your job, but I'm glad that you have the job you do because you're good at it." It's dead silent. You imagine him looking at you in the hospital again, with those wide eyes. "And I can—wait, if you'd like me to."

Eijirou’s swallow is audible, “I—uh, you—fuck—you drive me crazy, you know?” The little laugh he lets out is awkward, and then he clears his throat. “Sorry, is that too much? I don’t know, but you do. And—and I think about you all the time, too, by the way. Not just when I see flowers and kids and stuff.”

You have to smush your lips together, Koji-style, so that you don’t let out a weird sound, so that you can stop your cheeks from hurting with all your smiling. All this honesty is—a little bizarre and it has you lighting up in a way you never have. To be told so openly how someone feels about you. To be so transparent.

(An iron giant, bashful, saccharine.)

“I’m bad at saying this kind of stuff because you make me nervous, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh. As if he could ever be bad at anything; you’re putty in his hands at this point. “You make me nervous, too.” It feels good to say, finally. All of this does.

“I do?” His genuine surprise has you shaking your head, “Ah, man, I’m on fire right now, I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep after this.”

With a little gasp, you whip around to look at the clock. It’s nearing 11 and, as much as you’ve enjoyed this little gush-fest, he must be exhausted. The low sound of his voice, you realize, is giving the day away, how heavy it must be on his shoulders.

“Oh, no, Eijirou!” You cry, “It’s so late, you need to go to bed!”

There’s a stifled sigh, like he’s trying to hold it in, and when he speaks again, you realize his voice has gotten even deeper, slower. “Can you say it again?” You don’t say anything, thinking, and he clarifies, “My name, I—sorry, I just,” he’s mumbling, “like the way it sounds.”

“Eijirou.” You say it easily around a smile and he hums lightly in response, sleepy, “Eijirou.”

“I had a whole thing planned, you know? With, like, flowers and all this stuff I wanted to say.” He shuffles something in the background. “Was gonna be really romantic.”

“You’re already romantic.” You keep your voice low to a whisper, and he sighs. “I still want to hear it, though.”

“No way, I’m too embarrassing.”

“No you’re not,” you laugh. Everything feels a little heavier now that you both are whispering and you curl into your pillow a little more, savoring the warmth of your sheets.

“Lemme tell you in person, okay?” He mumbles, “Promise I’ll tell you in person.”

“Sounds like a deal, Eijirou.” You smile, but the line is silent, save for his even breathing—soft, safe, promising, just like him.

—

The first time he asks you on a date, he doesn’t show up.

It’s hard—not to be disappointed, made even more difficult by how wrong the feeling seems.

This is okay, you tell yourself, because he is a Hero, busy with Big Hero stuff, and he’d told you as much, made sure to tell you as much, and yet you are still sitting on the couch, pouting at the clock hanging in the kitchen.

Your mother had agreed to come stay with Koji until you were set to return from whatever date Eijirou had planned, and—after an hour had passed, and then two, and then three—she had taken him to his bed, choosing to stay and read to him until he fell asleep. To give you privacy, let you sulk in silence, alone. Some part of her feels bad, you think, with how little she’s said tonight, since she pushed and pushed it, only for it to turn out the way it has.

It’s not her fault, and you want to tell her as much, but it’s hard to find the words with the frown commanding your lips.

It’s not anyone’s fault.

The second time you’d called him—he hadn’t picked up then, either, and you’d been checking online, everywhere, for something; you’d refreshed his agency page, worried that at any moment an announcement would come up about an accident or that someone was badly hurt; the news didn’t give any insight into specific attacks, certain heroes that were caught in any kind of crossfire or blaze or cars hurtling through the air.

For a long time, you just stare at the last message he’d sent you, which was all the flowers and heart emojis his phone probably offered surrounding i can’t wait to see you!!, sent earlier this afternoon when you were still getting ready, hopeful.

For a long time, you have to wonder if you are mad. If this is going to break your heart in all the ways it has already been shattered, time and time again by the man you placed your trust in previously. You have to wonder if it’s going to be worth it, in the end, and it’s hard, made even more difficult by how little you’ve gotten to experience with Eijirou.

Maybe you’re being naive, and all the signs are there and you’re just ignoring them. The pretty woman he'd dated before, how many times had she sat here, just like this, until she decided she didn't want to do it anymore?

Upset as you are, that thought reminds you of his face, his serious face, begging for things on the trail he didn't know how to ask for out loud. Maybe after all that's happened, all the ways his heart has been shattered, time and time again, he doesn't feel like he deserves to, and that's why he seemed so—thrown when you said you'd wait.

There are a few messages further up in your conversation that you scroll to, eager to find his attention somewhere—even if those moments have long passed. Eijirou had asked when Koji's birthday was and it wasn’t anytime soon, but he still wondered if your son would like remote control race cars; i could ask denki to supe them up, followed by a few lightning emojis.

It made you want to scream a little, because he just wasn't seeming to get that Koji would want anything Red Riot offered him; he'd tried the cereal just because Eijirou had been on the front, for crying out loud.

Kirishima is—such a huge contrast to Nishida; you think of the time when the two of you were still dating, before Koji, and he'd said he wanted to see you and you told him you were about to get into the shower, and he said he wanted to see anyway, even more now.

You can't imagine Eijirou saying such a thing to you. There's even some embarrassing voice in your head asking if he would ever want to see you naked, with how much of a gentleman he is, how respectful he is of your space and time.

In the kitchen, the clock ticks on, and there still isn't a word.

Koji giggles lightly from his room and you wonder what story your mom is reading him, probably the one about the chicken that tries to create a device so his best friend—a whale—can come up for a day on land with him, and you find that you want to curl up with him, your wild child, and kiss his little face, even if he thinks it's gross.

But there's a knock on that door, frantic yet light enough that the sound doesn't travel outside the living room.

The minute you open it, the minute he sees you, Eijirou has to hunch forward with his hands on his knees. There's dirt on his face, soot maybe, from Dynamight, and he's breathing like he's run out every breath in his lungs.

He says, "Oh, fuck", on a breath, full of stress and disappointment and worry, and the flowers in his hand—wilted, peach, tied tight with a light blue ribbon—shake with every gasp of air he sucks in.

Koji laughs again and your mom shushes him, and you step further onto your porch so the door can close behind you, supporting your weight as you lean back to give Eijirou some space.

Even though he's grabbing at his side like it's pinched painfully, he's still tracking his eyes all over your face, that same pattern as usual: your eyebrows, your nose, the slope of your neck. Your lips.

You twist them, unsure of what else to do with your expression.

Before, you'd wondered if you were mad and, now that he's in front of you—sweating, panting, hair down and a little messy, probably from running his hands through it—you realize that you aren't. There's a small whirlwind of emotions creating turbulence in your chest, but anger isn't one of them.

"I—" Eijirou puts a hand on his stomach and turns away from you, trying again to catch his breath. It must have been a long and hard run, if it's made someone as fit as him this tired. "I don't even—know what to—"

With how hard he's breathing, it almost looks like he's going to start crying, and that pushes you to help him, just a little. You've no idea if he really was going to, but the upset is undeniable in his very being, and so you hold out your hands for the flowers quietly.

A sad, screwed up look comes across his face, that he immediately has to release so he can breathe, and he hands them to you, hands trembling—from exhaustion, maybe worry.

"What were you going to say?" You ask, trying to adjust a few of the broken stems as he opens and closes his mouth, unsure. "You said you would tell me in person, your little romantic speech."

Fear is evident in his shining, wide eyes, like he can't tell if you're fucking with him or not. He tries to start a few times and gets tripped up before he has to lean his head back just to focus on getting the words out. "I don't know where this came from—"

(This. Whatever this is.)

"—I wasn't, like, expecting it, because it's just been me for a while and that's okay—"

(And that was fine, because you didn’t need anyone to take care of you or your kid, because you could do it on your own.)

"—and a lot of people like Bak—" Eijirou sighs and shakes his head, eyebrow furrowing like that's not really what he wants to say. Finally, he looks at you.

(A lot of kids love Bakugou.

Dynamight has come first in the Favorite Hero poll for the last six years in a row, just like the Handsomest Hero poll, Most Eligible Bachelor, Most Fashionable, Most—most things.

A lot of people love Bakugou.)

"And I just wanted to check on you in the hospital because I felt bad that I put you there, and then you just had this look on your face, like you were so—" despite himself, he smiles, and it looks a little like a grimace since he's still upset, "happy, I don't know. And now that I've thought about it, you were probably just on a lot of pain medication, but—" despite yourself, you laugh and he does too, a mirror image. "But I just wanted it so badly to be for me, even more once I learned you were Koji's mom."

(I, uh—Koji’s great.)

(He's great, a great kid. I, uh, really like him.")

(I can't believe I had such a—it's nice that he—remembered me, I guess.)

Eijirou groans, low like a growl, and runs a hand through his hair, "and then I fucked it up, like I always do, like I'm always going to do."

You think that you should be mad at him, upset at least, because it's disappointing that you didn't get to go on the date you'd set your hopes on. How many times had Nishida come home late, heading to bed while you tried to soothe Koji by yourself? How many times had he disappeared for hours without a word, leaving you pregnant and alone until he felt like returning?

Even as you think those things, remind yourself of why this should break your heart again, there's—nothing.

Because this is Eijirou, and not Heizo.

Because he brings you flowers—twice, since he messed up the first time—as a gift, and not with the expectation that you'll finally see him as nice, that you'll owe him something.

Because he asks about Koji, thinks about him, even though it's not his kid. Wants to train him, teach him all the things that scare you—and Heizo too, even if he won't admit it—and just play with him, like the big kid that he is.

Because he loves the sound of his name when you say it, just say it, not moan it in some debauched way, just say it, because he loves the sound of your voice and he wants you to know.

Because he keeps his word and he's here, even though it's a little late, even if it seems like he forgot or something.

"Not always," you offer quietly. It renews him in a way, something desperate and hopeful coming across his face as he steps closer to you.

"I'm so sorry, I really wanted to take you to this place because they have these little sweet things that look like peaches, the little fat ones from Animal Crossing—" Eijirou stops suddenly and utters a small curse—he does it a lot, actually, more than you realized, probably because of Dynamight—and starts patting the pockets of his jeans until he fishes something out.

"I meant to give this to you, like, ages ago."

In his hands is your little peach hair clip, the one you wear to work to keep the hair out of your face, the one you wore that day, when he saved your life.

In all this time, you had been wondering why peach?: the flowers he bought you, the photo of the flowers he sent you, that reminded him of you, even these sweet things he wanted to buy you—and it's because of this stupid little clip.

It's probably the first thing he ever knew about you, this silly thing you wear in your hair, and he's hung onto it since then.

"It got a little scuffed up in all the craziness, sorry. I could probably find another one for you, though, since it's technically my fault. Do you remember where you got it?"

You have to actually slap a hand over your face, because you can't believe someone like him can be so unaware, absolutely oblivious—

You pluck it from his hands quickly, this dumb little piece of you he kept, and then you stand on your toes to press your lips to his so he’ll stop apologizing.

It's a bit hard, since he's so tall, and he jerks a little in surprise, lips flattened together while his brain catches up to what's happening, and then his lashes brush your eyelids as he closes his, as he wraps an arm around your waist to hoist you up with ease. Nothing about it is sexual—you don't even wrap your legs around him, don't even have to, because he can just hold you like that, because he's so strong that it's ridiculous, honestly. Eijirou just kisses you back in the way that you've come to expect from him: soft, tender, with lips that are warm like sunshine.

It leaves you a little breathless and, when you pull back eventually, you count the little freckles that are scattered over the bridge of his nose, and then he kisses you for the second time, and the third, and the fourth.

And then Koji smacks the glass window and squeals, "ew!” before your mom yanks him away from the blinds where she'd been watching, like the little peeping Tom that she is.

"Uh-oh," Eijirou grimaces, but presses his forehead back to yours anyway. "You think he'll still like me after this?"

With a sigh, you just roll your eyes and breathe, "Eijirou," because he really is, he really is that clueless, as if anything he does could make Koji adore him any less.

As if anything he does could make you adore him any less.

(Eijirou, +100,000,000)

@silentw-lkr | @keigobby | @browneyedgirl22 - ah, i don't know why it wouldn't let me tag you ! :(

[barnes-n-nobles]

Attention (SMUT)

Request: Smut. Bucky gets jealous of her for getting too close to his friend Steve. So he punishes her 🍆🤤

Sorry for the delay! Here it is and I hope you enjoy! Let me know what y’all think!

You and Bucky had been invited to Tony Starks birthday party tonight. In most cases you would have an outfit ready, but Bucky wanted to dress you today. You thought it was the cutest idea ever and you let him choose for you. He came out of your closet with a beautiful black dress , that had a slit on the side. He got you this as a gift during the first month that you guys started dating. You were saving it for a special occasion so you were a little shocked that he would bring it out for today’s birthday party. Your eyebrows slightly bunched together in confusion as Bucky laid it on your bed.

“Why that dress for today babe? It’s just Tony’s birthday, not the met gala” you chucked. Buckys metal hand traced the side of the dress and smiled at the thought of seeing your body in this sexy dress. “I just want to show off my beautiful girl. Plus, my tux is all black as well. You know how I love matching with you” he smiled as he went to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You nodded in agreement , taking the dress off the bed and walking into the bathroom to change. “I just hope this dress doesn’t get ruined like my last one…” you sighed smiling at the memory that started to form in your mind. “What do you mean, Doll?” Bucky asked curiously.

“One day, Steve and Thor got so drunk at Natashas party that they started having “cake wars” and I made the huge mistake of trying to take the cake away from them and Steve threw a handful of cake at me, while he was trying to get Thor. I was so mad because the dress I got for that day was super nice but I had to get rid of it…it was way too stained” you stated as you slid yourself into your dress.

Bucky rolled his eyes at the sound of Steves name leaving your lips. Him and Steve had some unspoken tension between them that always puzzled you. Little did you know, Steve wanted you for himself but Bucky moved way too fast and was able to cuff you up before Steve even thought about it. Bucky and him were inseparable but once they both realized they were after the same girl, they both got distant. Bucky loved his friend but he always got everything. The fame, love, praise, recognition. He wasn’t going to let him get you though, because you belonged to him. Only him.

“He better not start his shit or I’m going to fuck him up” he spat. “Bucky, you’re not an angel when you get drunk either you get pretty angry AND / OR get into fights with everyone. “ Bucky knew that he had to tame his demons when he was around you just because he didn’t want to scare you off, but it’s been getting harder and harder to control it as men had gotten a bit too brave around you. Bucky wasn’t the type of shy off when something made him mad.

~~~~Later that night~~~~

You and Bucky walked into Tonys home and it never failed to amaze you how beautiful his house was. You hope to one day share a home with Bucky. One where you could one day raise a family of pets and eventually even kids. He noticed you were busy thinking about something so he nudged you to bring you back from your daydreams. “What’s wrong Doll? You seem distracted.” asking with a little scrunch of his eyebrows. “Oh it’s nothing just thinking about this huge-“ You we’re cut off by a familiar voice. “Y/n, Bucky, so glad you guys could make it. You’re only like 1 Hr late but who’s keeping track.” You all chuckled and said happy birthday to Tony. “Come join us, the food just got served”. As you walked into his lavish dining area you said hi to everyone and sat down on the 2 remaining seats. Steve was on your right and Bucky on your left. He soon started to talk to Sam who’s was next to him. “Hey y/n…I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s it going?” Steve asked you giving you a quick hug. You thought that Bucky would have turned around or at least notice but he was too busy joking with Sam.

“Hey Steve it has been a while. Just going through life, you know.” You smiled warmly.

“I feel you. It’s so good to see you. Your little boyfriend likes to keep you all to himself huh?” He asked softly so that only you could hear him. You just smiled and shook your head side to side, not wanting to answer. Steve was always a flirt you thought, but in reality he liked to push your buttons to see your pretty little face flush. After dinner you all moved to Tonys living room, everyone consumed in their own conversations. Bucky was next to you the whole night , making sure you were having a good time as well. “I’m going to go upstairs real quick, Tony is needing a hand with one of his “toys”. I’ll be right back Doll” he said placing a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and decided to pick up your phone to check up on any notifications you had.

Steve gulped down his drink from across the room as he saw Bucky leave your side finally. He started to approach you as soon as he was out of sight. “All alone?” He asked looking down at your small frame. Your eyes snapped up to see Steve standing in front of you. “ For now, Bucky is out doing something “ you said looking in the direction that he walked “May I sit?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded and scooted over. You and Steve started having a nice conversation and got all caught up with eachothers lives. He brought you some drinks to loosen you up and they seemed to be working perfectly as you started to feel a bit more chill and relaxed. Steve laid his arm over the top of the couch and scooted closer to you, making your face turn hot but the closeness. Steve leans over close to your ear and whispered “You look absolutely stunning. Tell Bucky to bring you around me a little more, hun. I’m sure he’s the sharing type.” You knew he was getting a little too comfortable due to the drinks he’s been having but you tried not to make a big deal. “Steve, please.” you warned wanting him to know there was line he was approaching and that he hould not cross. “Please what y/n…. I never see you and I know for a fact it’s because of Bucky. I’m also your friend and I want to be around you and in your life. Don’t you want that?” You turned your face around to get a bit of separation. But then he used his thumb and index finger to turn your face towards him. “Well?”. You didn’t know what to say so you stayed silent just looking down. Steve was irritated and he let go. Standing up looking down at you. “When you make your own decisions, you know where to find me” he said turning around but then suddenly he bumped into a strong chest. Your eyes shot up and you were frozen.

There he was, his chest falling up and down in absolute anger. Looking straight into Steve’s eyes. “Get out of my face Buck.” Steve said in a low tone. Bucky didn’t say a word, his nose flaring and his chest rose and fell slowly with anger. His metal arm rapidly grabbed his throat. “DONT ever touch her again. I’ll fucking kill you” and with that he threw him across the room by his neck, hitting some tables and chairs as he fell to the ground. Everyone snapped their attention over to you guys a few gasps and screams erupting. You quickly stood up and got in front of Bucky, placing your hand on his bicep as if it would calm him down. “Please Bucky, stop...” you said looking over at Steve who was surrounded by people as they tried to help him up. Tony and Sam went over to you guys to make sure that Bucky wouldn’t escalate this any further. “Bucky, you need to control yourself. This isn’t the time nor place. “ Sam said turning to look at Steve who was now up and getting held back and talked to by Thor and Vision. “Jesus Christ Barnes, you could have at least given me some time to pull out my phone to record that.” Tony said making Bucky snap out of his trance and you could see a small smile starting to form. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. “But yes..like Sam said. Not the time and definitely not the place. Pepper is going to kill me. “ as he looked at the broken table. “Sorry Tony, we’re just going to head out. I promise we’ll pay for that” you stated pulling Bucky away.

As you guys were heading to the entrance of the house, Bucky quickly pulled you into a near by room and locked the door behind him. You almost got whiplash at how fast he got you in there. “what the fuck were you doing with Steve, why did you let him get that close to you.” His big broad frame towered over you. “I didnt...well.. I dont know he was just sitting there and he got so close, i felt so trapped I didnt know what to do. “ you explained not knowing what to say to not make him more mad. “you know i dont fucking like him, why would you even entertain him? Do I need to brainwash you to never speak to anyone else but me... Hmm?’‘ he said pinning you to a nearby wall and pressing his body up against you. You didnt know if the drinks finally got to you or what, but you were feeling all tingly inside. Absolutely loving Buckys dominance. “or do you just want some attention. Because ill give you all the attention in the world Doll...but you'll only get it from me...no one else.” he whispered into your face.His lips brushing lightly over yours. You let out a little moan, his words going straight into your pussy. “I just need yours. You know that” you purred leaning in for a kiss. Bucky pulled away looking at your beautiful eyes, filling up with want and lust. “ Im going to show you that you only belong to me, and Ill make you crave only me and my attention. now turn over” he said giving you a quick kiss. 

You obediently turned and he started to slide your panties down. Buckys hands started to roam your body, his metal arm stopping at your clit. “I need you to be quiet for me Doll. Can you do that?” he said as his hard cock was grinding on your ass. “Yes, Sargent Barnes” you moaned as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Fuck...sucha good girl”. When he felt that you were wet enough he grabbed your hair and shoved you down onto a nearby dresser, earning a gasp from you. He pulled himself out and pulled up your dress, giving you a nice hard slap on your ass making you whine. “You had your fun with that imbecile “ he said as he aligned his throbbing cock at your entrance. “now its time for me to punish you like a whore for talking to him. “ and with that he rammed inside of you, letting out an animalistic growl at your tightness. Your moans ripped through your throat as he started to pump himself inside of you, with out much gentleness. His metal hand quickly went to your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds. “Shh babygirl..cant let anybody else hear”. He thrusted into you hard and fast, making you see stars and your mewls restrained by his cold hand. Your wetness soon started to drip down your leg. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling nothing but pure pleasure and bliss. Buckys arm went down to your neck and he pulled you up, making you arch your back. He leaned down looking at your fucked out face while he stuffed you full of his cock over and over again. He started to have a hot sloppy make out session with you, moaning into your mouth and you doing the same. Tongues interwoven into each other.

Bucky grunted your name, standing upright one more time. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck into you harder, his head snapping back as he was so close. “fuck im going to cum inside you Doll…Tell me who you belong to y/n..” he growled. “Y-you Bucky...only you Sergeant Barnes.” you moaned. Thats all it took for him to finally cum. His thrusts got sloppy as he spilled inside you. His cock twitching inside with each pause he took. He smiled as he pulled out, watching his cum spill down your leg. He pulled you up and gave you a passionate kiss. “dont worry Doll. We have much more to do at home. This was just a warm up, I’m going to give you orgasms after orgasms and you’re going to take it and enjoy it”

[sataniquepanique]

The Queen of Hellfire: Part One

Part One: Labyrinth

Summary: Two women had a monumental impact on Eddie Munson's life: his mother, and Meg.

Genre: angst, some fluff, Eddie x OFC

Warnings: mentions of DV, mentions of alcoholism, trauma responses, smoking

Word Count: 8.8k

A/N: I'm very interested in knowing Eddie's backstory, so I created something with that in mind. I always imaged Eddie being a shy kid, who eventually grew into the character we know and love. I have a few chapters planned. This is my first go at an OC, so go easy on me <3

September, 1980

The hallways of Hawkins High were stifling; even though it was September, summer still had a vice grip on the state of Indiana with no immediate plans of letting go. Eddie was nauseous. The heat paired with his nerves about the first day of freshman year were eating away at his internal organs; it would be a miracle if he made it through the day without spewing all over the hallway. Running a hand through his hair, he tried to tame the short curls in what he knew was a futile attempt. 

Mental note: never shave your head again, Munson; the growing out phase is painfully embarrassing. 

No one could guess by his calm demeanor that Eddie was fighting the overwhelming urge to sprint all the way back home to Forest Hills, seeking the asylum of his room, back to the safeguard of Uncle Wayne. A neutral expression hid the fear coursing through his body like poison; he had gotten very good at masking over the years, a mechanism he picked up back when he was in the care of his parents. 

He gripped the strap of his backpack tighter, the old canvas bag had seen better days. What was once black, is now a deep, dull gray, littered with small tears, scuffs, and a few painted doodles. Duct tape was basically holding it together at this point, having used it throughout middle school and abusing it almost daily by cramming each pocket full of novels, DnD manuals, firecrackers, and any other bizarre paraphernalia that peaked his curiosity. Money has always been tight, even with Uncle Wayne working overtime at the plant, so back-to-school shopping was non-existent in the Munson household. Any new clothes that Eddie owned were more than likely shoplifted by the young teenager, the rest of his meager wardrobe consisting of thrifted pieces mixed with Wayne’s old hand-me-downs. He had only recently started fitting into his uncle’s clothes, having finally started to grow into himself within the past year. Though they were all still a size too large, Eddie would frequently wear one of Wayne’s old flannels; the threadbare fabric brought comfort on days where he just wanted to disappear. 

Days like today. 

Grasping a class schedule in his fist, Eddie quickly maneuvered the crowded hallways, careful to avoid eye contact with any upperclassmen as he searched for his locker assignment, number 116. Wedged between the biology lab and the library, the small expanse of lockers revealed numbers 105-125. Tongue poked out in concentration, he spun the dial a few times, trying to remember the combination.

31.

17.

…2?

Yeah, 2.

According to the crumpled grid in his hand, he had the earliest lunch period, meaning only two classes stood between him and sneaking outside to read in solitude. Tossing some textbooks into his already over-stuffed bag, he slammed the metal door shut and made a beeline for English. The thought of 40 minutes full of literature calmed his nerves a bit. Books had always been a safe haven for him, even as a young child. His mom had read to him often, almost every night before bed, painting his imagination full of far away worlds and magical creatures. Beneath his bed were always piles of books, hidden away from his father who would more than likely try to throw them in the garbage given the chance. Eddie would escape to his fantasy worlds when things got tough; frequently hiding in his closet to read while his dad was storming around the house in a haze of alcohol and anger. 

In Middle School, he was a frequent flyer in the guidance office, usually for talking out of turn or pulling a prank on an unsuspecting student; but during the end of 7th grade his counselor called Wayne in for a meeting. Eddie was doing poorly is most of his classes, and his uncle immediately jumped to his defense, citing the visible intelligence of the kid, one that the counselors agreed wholeheartedly upon. He wasn’t dumb by any means, he just wasn’t being challenged, leading to him slacking off and not completing any of his work. They explained at length about how smart Eddie was, providing written statements from teachers about his knack for building narratives and the quickness at which he could problem solve. The solution provided was to put Eddie in some accelerated classes, to which he gave a stark refusal. The other kids had already labeled him a weirdo, with his tattered clothes and quirky interests, he didn’t need to add anything else to the list. Eventually, through the coaxing of Uncle Wayne, he agreed to Advanced English. As it turns out, AP English was one of the best things to happen in the young boys life. Mrs. Lewis incorporated so many great literary masterpieces into her curriculum, even doing a deep dive into the writing style of Tolkien, Eddie’s favorite. 

This year, he chose to forgo enrolling into any higher level classes, wanting to make a fresh start in high school; a clean slate where no one knew his name. He could fly under the radar and just be a normal teenager, no more bullies, no more taunts. High school would be different.

———

The exit door was across the cafeteria, flanked by long tables filled to the brim with rowdy students, conversing loudly and adding to Eddie’s already overwhelmed senses. As his eyes scanned the occupied tables, he noticed the numerous other freshman that had seemingly found their respective cliques. A storm of jealousy and sadness formed in his gut; he didn’t have any friends in his grade, so like with most things throughout his life, Eddie was on his own. His two partners-in-crime, Gareth and Jeff, were younger and still in Hawkins Middle, and although he knew he’d see them after school, it doesn’t do him any good as he stands in the proverbial lion’s den. Making friends was never his forte, choosing to keep to himself for the most part. After growing up in a broken home, Eddie had grown accustomed to loneliness; it had made him apprehensive about anyone and anything, so getting into his tight knit circle was an exceptional feat.

Clutching a tattered copy of A Wizard of Earthsea, Eddie hiked his backpack up higher and quickly snuck towards the door to the outside patio before anyone noticed him. Head down as he reached for the door handle, his body crashed into an immovable object. Dazed, he looked up to see the largest boy he’s ever seen, clad in a white and green Hawkins Tigers football jersey, blocking the exit and staring down at him menacingly. 

“Where’re you headed, dork?” He spat, teeth showing somewhere between a snarl and a smile.

Eddie tried to push his way past, “I-I’m just going outside—“

The jock slapped the book out of Eddie’s hand, the paperback losing a few pages as it bounced off the floor. He stared at the large boy’s chest, too afraid to look him in the eye, but also too scared to move. 

“Well…?” The older boy motioned towards the floor, “are you going to pick your shit up or just keep staring at me like some sort of homo?”

The slur caused Eddie’s throat to constrict, bringing back memories of his father hurling the same exact insult at him a few years back when he had first attempted to grow out his hair. Swallowing the bile in his throat, he bent down to pick up his novel, only to be kicked over by the linebacker, head hitting one of the metal chair legs of a nearby table. Eddie shakily started to get up, as the other boy moved to push him over again, only this time someone stepped in between.

“Enough, asshole!” 

Her voice was demanding and strong as she squared up in front of a boy that was at least twice her size. Eddie peered around her legs, trying to make out the expression of the older boy. 

“Fuck you, Meg,” the jock barked, any hint of a smile wiped from his round face. 

Eddie glanced up at the girl as she shifted her weight slightly to one hip. 

“Oh Petey,” she crossed her arms mockingly as she coo’d, “you wish you could be so lucky.”

The jock (now understood as Pete apparently), clenched his jaw, the tips of his ears growing pink.

“Go back to your gang of fuckin’ losers, crazy bitch,” he steps closer to the auburn haired girl, looming at least a head taller, but she doesn’t flinch. Eddie watches as she tilts her gaze upward to meet Pete’s beady eyes, straightening her spine as a threat.

“I’ll show you fucking crazy, Petey boy. Is that what you want? Remember what happened last time?” Her voice was calm, but something in the tone visibly effected Pete. He pushed past her, glaring down at Eddie still cowering on the floor. 

The mystery girl watched him leave, finally turning her attention to Eddie, squatting down to help pick up the scattered pages of his novel. 

“You okay?” Eye level with him now, Eddie looked at the face of his savior. 

He swears the blue of her eyes is his new favorite color.

Her face was soft as she searched his own for a response. He grabbed the destroyed paperback quickly, averting his gaze, “y-yeah, I think I’m good. Uh—thank you.”

She handed him the loose sheets of paper that had fallen out, “You’re a freshman, right?” 

Eddie nodded, shoving the book in his backpack. His eyes drifted back to her, taking in the numerous patches on her black denim jacket that was a few sizes too large. KISS, Queen, Iron Maiden, and a few other graphics he couldn’t make out littered the worn garment. 

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” The girl stood up, pointing casually over towards the back of the cafeteria. Eddie rose off the floor and followed her finger; a table of four students of varying grades was posted up in the furthest corner, clearly in a heated discussion about something. If he was being honest, he wanted nothing more than to follow this girl, but every part of his body was screaming at him to run away to seclusion. Uncle Wayne’s voice popped in his head, gruff but encouraging, “do it kid, put yourself out there.” Tossing his backpack over a shoulder, he gave a shy nod, and the girl smiled. 

“I’m Meg, by the way,” she held out her hand, a formality which, to Eddie, made her seem older than she was. She couldn't have been more than two years his senior. He cautiously took her hand, squeezing slightly as she shook it.

“Eddie,” he managed as they approached her lunch table. 

“Well, Eddie the Freshman, welcome to the Island of Misfit Toys,” she motioned towards her group of friends, and something in Eddie’s chest sparked a feeling that could only be described as belonging. 

The kids before him were all dressed in shades of black, three sporting shirts from bands he loved. One of the boys was standing with a leg perched on a chair, waving wildly while he argued with a mousy-haired kid across the table. A small blonde girl sat beside the latter, laughing occasionally at their antics while she watched the banter like a tennis match.

“Guys!” Meg called, breaking the attention away from the raven-haired boy on the chair.

“This is Eddie, he’s gonna sit with us, today’s his first day,” she said, rounding the table to sit next to the tall kid that was still leaning on the plastic chair, the one who was now glaring at Eddie. The group went around introducing themselves, the small blonde named Kate was very sweet and moved her bag for Eddie to take up residence next to her. The boy beside her was Rick, he wore a weathered denim jacket atop a Led Zeppelin tee that reeked of weed; his incredibly chill demeanor made Eddie instantly like him. A boy named Matt was seated at the end of the table doing homework. He had round glasses that made him look extremely smart, not to mention the stack of textbooks in front of him with numerous papers and bookmarks scattered throughout. The tall argumentative boy finally sat down next to Meg, reaching across to steal a carrot from her lunch. After a few silent seconds, it was clear he had no intention of introducing himself.

Meg pulled her lunchbag away from his reach, “…and this is Adam, he’s a piece of shit,” she joked, the boys angular face finding her cheek where he placed a chaste kiss followed by a playful bite. She smiled, giving him a shove as he grinned deviously. 

“Eddie,” Adam turned his focus towards the other side of the table, eyeing up the new freshman, “we were just discussing our latest campaign,” 

“—you mean Meg’s slaughter-fest?” Matt interjected, looking up from his work.

Meg smirked from across the table, putting her hands up in defense, “Listen, it’s not my fault you’re unlucky in combat.”

Eddie’s heart skipped a beat, “Wait…are you talking about Dungeons and Dragons?” He asked quietly.

The table stared at him like it was obvious. 

“Yeah, we have a weekly party that gets together. We rotate houses and make a night out of it,” Kate chimes in, her eyes were kind as they blinked up at Eddie. 

Uncle Wayne had gifted him with a Dungeon and Dragons Basic Set for Christmas a few years ago, not entirely understanding what it was, but knowing that his nephew was so enthralled by anything fantasy that he was eager to contribute to the boy’s interests. Eddie was hooked the second he saw the cover, quickly involving Jeff and Gareth to create a small adventuring party. They learned as they went, letting Eddie take over DM duties and hosting one-shots almost every weekend. The three of them had been teased in middle school for playing, but it hadn’t bothered Eddie because he at least had his friends by his side. He wasn’t about to give up D&D now that he was in high school, but he was also not about to advertise the fact that he played, afraid of the ridicule he’d face at the hands of older kids. He understood the perception of the game, the claims of satanic indoctrination and ritualistic practices. To say he was shocked by the open admission of a functioning high school D&D party would be an understatement. 

“Do you play?” Meg’s voice brought his heart rate down, meeting her gaze with a shy smile.

“Uh, yeah. I’m not very good though…” he looked down at his hands, knowing that he was selling himself short.

“Gotta start somewhere, right?” She offered happily.

He felt safe with her, something he hadn’t experienced this quickly since being taken in by Uncle Wayne. 

“I actually DM for my party,” Eddie mumbled, not sure why he was being so open with this group of strangers.

Meg’s eyes went wide, “Wow, really? That’s amazing!”

Eddie liked the way her eyes crinkled at the edges when she smiled.

“I DM for this group—“ she motioned towards her friends.

“—yeah and she’s fucking ruthless,” Adam rolled his eyes. 

The sound of the bell made Eddie jump, the shuffling of the cafeteria growing louder as everyone made their way to the next class. Meg stood up, swinging her bag over a shoulder as she bent down to whisper in Adam’s ear, “Yeah, but you like when I’m ruthless.”

He smirked, pulling her down into a fierce kiss before she returned to full height, running a hand through Adam’s dark curls.

“C’mon Eddie,” she motioned to him, “I’ll walk you to your next class.”

He practically jumped to follow her, trailing behind as she effortlessly weaved her way through the throngs of students. She asked him questions about himself, something that threw him off; no one ever really cared enough to inquire about his interests, save for Wayne. Consistently being written off as “the problem kid”, growing up he was always being told by adults that he was “too much” or “annoying”; the comments shut him down, at least in public, forcing him into a reserved shell that only broke around the three key people in his life. Meg seemed to have no problem opening up to him, and Eddie was a little jealous of her confidence. Even the gait in which she walked was one of self-assurance, and he struggled a little to keep up, occasionally tripping over his own timid feet. Meg gave him more insight into her world; she was a junior, her other hobby is writing, and her favorite band is Queen. Eddie wanted—no, needed—to know more. He wanted to discuss literature with her, wanted to drive around and listen to A Night at the Opera with her singing every lyric beside him. 

“The party is meeting tonight to do a planning session for the next campaign, wanna join?” Meg stopped at Eddie’s World History classroom, spinning on her heel to face him.

The invitation gave him pause. He felt weird joining a different party from his own, but he didn’t want to pass up any chance to get closer to her.

Swallowing any bit of apprehension, Eddie nodded. 

Meg suddenly grabbed Eddie’s hand, pushing up his flannel sleeve and uncapping a pen with her mouth. Scribbling onto his forearm in a rush, she winks as she starts to walk backwards down the hall. 

“That’s my address, come over at 7!” She calls before turning around. 

Eddie looks down at the note on his skin, tracing a finger where she had held so delicately onto his wrist.

———

By the time they got to Meg’s house, Wayne was already 100% tired of hearing about her. Eddie had talked about her the entire ride over, annoying the daylight out of his uncle who had graciously offered to drive the boy across town on his night off. When Eddie jumped out of the car, Adam’s yelling from inside the rancher permeated the front walk; he couldn’t tell if it was serious or in jest. Eddie rang the doorbell, hands shoved into his pockets nervously. Just as he glanced back at Wayne driving off, the door swung open, Meg breaking into a wide smile at the sight of him. 

“Hi!” She chimed, opening her mouth to say something else but interrupted by another outburst courtesy of Adam.

“—DUDE! Come on!—“

Eddie grimaced slightly and looked at Meg’s annoyed expression, “What’s got him all revved up?”

She rolled her eyes, “Who fucking knows…” 

Moving over and motioning him to come inside, she shut the door and ushered the him into the living room where the rest of the lunchroom crew had gathered around the coffee table. Meg took a seat at the head of the table, as Eddie moved towards an empty spot next to Rick. 

“Eddie,” she called, “sit next to me, as a fellow DM I’d love to get your input on some stuff.” 

He bowed his head as he took a seat beside her, trying to hide the rush of blood to his face. 

The session went well, Eddie had never played with this large of a group before and it was a lot more fun than the threesome he was used to. Towards the end of the night, after a particularly divisive decision, Adam got agitated again. Eddie watched from the end of the table as he argued with Rick and Kate, voice rising as he stood and began to point his finger aggressively at the two of them. Eddie felt his heart start to race, an involuntary reaction due to his early years of hearing his parents violent outbursts. Clasping his hands together under the table, he willed his body to stop shaking, taking deep breaths through his nose. 

Adam slammed his fist onto the table, scattering miniatures and making Eddie jump. 

Meg leapt up and put her hand on Adam’s forearm. 

“Adam, babe,” she said softly, “everything’s okay, please calm down—“

“—Shut the fuck up, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” he slapped her hand away, and Eddie felt a surge of emotion. He watched as Meg slunk backwards, rubbing the hand Adam had hit. Her eyes were glassy as she sat back down next to Eddie, and he instinctively reached to take her hand in his. She looked at him sheepishly, and he watched as his favorite shade of blue clouded over. 

Adam stormed out shortly afterward, slamming the front door and revving the engine on his truck loudly before peeling out of the driveway. Eddie hadn’t let go of Meg’s hand, rubbing small circles over her knuckle, the same thing he did to comfort his mother when he was younger. 

The rest of the party cleaned up, slowly starting to joke and goof around again. Meg released Eddie’s hold, and walked the newcomer to the door when she saw Uncle Wayne’s headlights outside. Holding the door as he left, Meg grabbed the back of Eddie’s sleeve before he walked away. 

“Hey,” her voice was low and sad, “thanks for coming, sorry for…all of that, he—“

“—don’t worry about it,” Eddie interrupted, he frankly didn’t need to hear any excuses for Adam’s shitty behavior, and he wasn’t about to listen to Meg apologize for something that wasn’t her fault, “I had a lot of fun, see you tomorrow?” 

Meg nodded, a small smile playing at her lips, “See you tomorrow, Eddie the Freshman.”

Visually tracing the water stains on his bedroom ceiling, Eddie couldn’t stop his mind from drifting back to Meg, but more specifically Meg and Adam. He didn’t like the way Adam spoke to her, arrogance seeping out of every syllable he spoke. More importantly, Eddie hated the way Adam touched her; full of aggression and disrespect. She deserved passion without anger, tenderness backed by admiration, love without the jagged edge of pain. 

Eddie mentally argued with himself; maybe he’s just projecting. He barely knows Adam, he could just be having a few off days and isn’t actually a bad guy. Meg’s smart, and he desperately wanted to trust her judgement, but a small voice in the back of his head was screaming.

He’s seen this dynamic before.

———

Eddie searched for Meg in the sea of students the next morning before homeroom, hoping to catch any glimpse of her auburn hair or black denim jacket. Rick and Kate stopped by his locker when they caught sight of him anxiously waiting. They wasted no time in reiterating how much fun the previous night was, giving no mention of Adam’s episode. The first period bell rang, a cue for the three of them to go their separate ways. He gave up looking for Meg with a sigh. He’d catch her at lunch, but he’d also have to see Adam, which created a pit in the bottom of Eddie’s stomach.  

He practically bolted towards the lunchroom at 11:00, eager to sit with his new found friends. Slowing down as he approached (he didn't want to seem desperate), he saw Meg laughing at something Adam was whispering in her ear. Seeing them happy caused conflicting emotions, Eddie was relieved to see them getting along, but he also yearned to be the one making her laugh, to be the one that could get that close to her. He set his bag down and took the empty seat next to Meg. She turned immediately, smiling broadly as she playfully bumped his shoulder.

“Hey fresh meat,” she sang, “how’s your second day going?”

Eddie stifled a nervous laugh, opting to shoot a sarcastic grin her way instead. 

The rest of lunch was uneventful, something he was grateful for. The five of them joked around and talked about making plans for the weekend. Adam was actually kind of funny, and very charismatic; Eddie could almost see why Meg fell for him. The shrill cry of the bell echoed through the cafeteria, and Meg groaned as she grabbed her bag off the floor.

“What’s up?” Eddie asked, concerned at her pained face.

She shook her head, “It’s nothing, I have to meet with my guidance counselor this period to talk about my ‘future plans’ after high school,” she feigned a gag. 

The dramatics made Eddie laugh, “What’s wrong with that?”

Meg shrugged as they walked side by side from the lunchroom, “Nothing, really, I just…wanna do life my own way. I don’t want to be told what I should do, y’know?” 

Eddie stops at the intersection of two hallways, “What do you want then?”

She stared off into the distance thoughtfully, “…I want to write. I’ve always wanted to be a writer. It’s also partly why I’m the DM of the party,” she chuckled, “I’m the only one that can actually keep up a good narrative.”

Her sincerity made Eddie’s heart soar. The second bell rang, and she quickly took to the opposite hallway, “Want a ride home later?” she called.

Eddie nodded a little too quickly, and Meg shot him a smile before opening the door to the guidance office.

“See ya later, Munson!”

———

Slumped against the brick wall outside the front of the school, Eddie waited for Meg after the final bell. Carefully picking through each face that streamed past, he finally caught sight of her as she pushed past the doors. His stomach dropped when he saw her defeated expression. Jogging over, he fell in step as she strode towards the parking lot, avoiding eye contact with him. 

“Hey!” He bumped her shoulder like she had done to him earlier, trying to be chipper in the hopes of being the one to lift her spirits, but she wouldn’t crack.

She walked him over to a black Dodge Dart, unlocking the door and sliding behind the wheel. Eddie waited as she leaned over and unlocked the passenger side, quickly throwing his bag onto the floor and settling in next to her. They sat in silence for a beat, Meg staring straight ahead while Eddie watched anxiously. If she was anything like him, she would talk when she’s ready, she didn’t need someone prying incessantly. 

In a single burst of energy, she smacked the steering wheel with her palm as hard as she could. Eddie’s eyes widened in alarm as he reached for her, pausing and thinking it better to not touch at the moment. 

“FUCK!” She yelled, throwing her head back against the headrest, eyes falling closed with a sigh.

He watched as her chest rose and fell, paying attention to when it started to slow.

“Hey…” he whispers softly, “what happened?”

Meg rolls her head to look at him, eyes dull and tired. 

“They’re threatening to make me repeat a year,” she scoffs, and Eddie can hear the pain behind her words.

He shakes his head in disbelief, “For what? You’re super smart!”

Meg lets out a sad chuckle, “Thanks dude, but that doesn’t mean shit apparently. I’m failing math and gym, and Ms. Kelly said that I need to have at least one extracurricular activity to graduate next year,” She rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms.

A few seconds pass before Eddie speaks up, “…how do you fail gym?”

Meg coughs out a loud laugh, and he smiles knowing he caused it.

“You refuse to participate, that’s how,” she turned the key in the ignition and looked over at him, “Wanna go somewhere? I don’t really want to go home right now.”

Eddie grinned, rolling down his window and pulling a loose cigarette from his backpack, “Of course, I have nowhere else to be. You got a lighter?”

When Meg didn’t answer, he looked over and she was staring at him with an incredulous expression.

“How fucking old are you, dude?” She giggled.

“Fifteen, why?

Meg shrugged, “Don’t you think you’re a little young to be smoking?”

Eddie pulled a face, “Weren’t you just telling me earlier how you don’t like when other people tell you what to do?”

She laughed again, pushing in the cigarette lighter on the control panel, “Fair enough. Did you at least bring enough to share with the class?” 

She held out her hand expectantly, wiggling her fingers as Eddie dug through his bag, emerging with another cigarette. He stuck them both in his mouth, pulling the now popped lighter and holding the smoldering coil to both tips. 

Passing one to Meg’s waiting fingers, he took a drag of his own.

“I could’ve done that myself, y’know,” she smirked.

Eddie rolled down the passenger window and blew a steady stream of smoke outside, “Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes, didn’t you know that?”

Out of his peripheral he caught her shy smile as she pulled out of the parking lot. 

———

Turns out ‘somewhere’ is a secluded bank along Lovers Lake, and according to Meg it’s her favorite place to hide from the world. She backed in along the tree-line, her expert maneuvering a sign she had done this many times before. Once parked, she hopped out, opting to leave the battery running in order to keep the radio on. She jumped up onto the trunk, taking a seat to look out at the water. Eddie followed suit, pulling one boney leg up towards his chest. They hadn’t spoken on the drive, just sat and listened to music with the late summer air rushing through the open windows. The lack of communication wasn’t awkward, in fact it made Eddie feel at ease. He had watched how the afternoon sun highlighted the red in Meg’s hair as it danced in the breeze, how her lips moved when she sang along to Led Zeppelin, closing her eyes a beat longer than a blink when she really resonated with a lyric. Now that he was sitting closer to her on the trunk, he mapped the light smattering of freckles on her nose. She turned to look at him, and he felt the blush bloom in his cheeks at being caught. 

“So, Eddie Munson,” Meg smiled, “tell me more about yourself.”

“W-what do you mean?” He stuttered, not used to the attention.

“Tell me about your family, tell me about your hobbies,” she hugged her knees, resting her head against them.

“Uh, well, I live with my Uncle Wayne. I’ve been with him since elementary school, since…since my dad went to jail…” he looked down at his hands. 

He’d never admit it out loud, but he was embarrassed of his father. Even as a young child, he couldn’t ignore the whispers around town about the ‘no good Munson’s’, not to mention the dirty looks and disapproving head shakes from people in the grocery store when they passed by. The first time Eddie was caught shoplifting, the clerk at the convenience store called the police, resulting in him sitting in the back of a squad car until Uncle Wayne came to pick him up. As he sat and stared at the metal cage separating the front seat, he heard the officer outside speaking to his partner, “—gonna end up just like his old man at this point. Wouldn’t surprise me honestly—“

Eddie hated his dad; hated the way he treated his mom, hated the way he had complete disregard for his own son. He would never end up like him.

He’d make sure of that.

Meg’s head quickly rose from her knees, eyes full of sympathy, “Oh, Eddie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up any bad shit…I had no idea—“

“—it’s okay,” he waved it off, shooting her a quick, sad smile, “I’m not upset or anything, Wayne takes good care of me. He’s more of a dad than my actual father could ever hope to be.” 

Meg nodded, “What did your dad go to jail for, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Eddie laughed, “What didn’t he go to jail for. He won’t get out for a while, not that he was really ever present to begin with…”

“What about your mom?” She whispered, afraid of the answer.

Eddie’s stoic as he looks over at her, “She’s dead. About a year before dad went to prison. He was always a piece of shit, but I think something about losing her really sent him off the deep end. Even after all the shit he did to her, there’s a part of him that still cared. At least, that’s what I choose to believe.” 

He felt something warm touch him, looking down to see Meg’s hand wrapping around his own. 

“Fuck him,” she whispered, and Eddie nodded.

“Fuck him,” he said proudly, smiling back at her, “What about you, Dungeon Mistress? What’s your origin story?”

Meg shrugged, gazing out at the water, “Not much to tell, honestly. My dad is a businessman, he’s in Indianapolis a lot for work but he’s a lot of fun when he’s home; we’re really similar personality-wise. My mom—“ she tapers off to take a deep breath, “—my mom is…complicated.”

Eddie squeezes her hand, “How so?”

“She’s got these expectations, ones that she forces on me specifically since I’m the oldest. She’s a teacher, so she has this crazy obsession with proper education, and I have no other choice but to go to college.”

“Don’t you want to? Go to college I mean…” He asked.

“Absolutely, I need to get out of this town. She just wants me to be a teacher or a doctor or something like that; she doesn’t support my writing, says I can’t make a living with it and she won’t pay for school unless I major in something practical. She ‘refuses to have Jack Kerouac for a daughter’,” she furrows her brows, shaking her head in the process, “we fight a lot, about everything pretty much. Nothing I do is every good enough for her. I just…I don’t want to have a career that keeps me here. I want to get out.”

No one had ever been this vulnerable with Eddie before, nor had he ever spoken about his own upbringing openly. Sure, his friends knew the story, but they had watched most of it unfold in real time and didn’t need to ask questions. Until this point, nobody else had been worth opening up to. 

Meg and Eddie fell into another comfortable silence, hands clasped as the sun set below the horizon. A flock of geese flew over the lake, a sign that summer was finally coming to an end.

Meg let go of Eddie’s hand and laid against the back window to stare at the indigo sky.

“What am I gonna do about school…” she groaned as Eddie leaned back next to her. 

“Well,” he thought out loud, “My best friend Jeff is like, a genius. He’s still in Hawkins Middle, but he’s been doing college level math shit for a while; something about wanting to get into MIT or whatever. I could ask him if he could tutor you?”

Her eyes sparkled as she looked over, “Yeah? That’d be awesome, thank you.”

Eddie nodded, “As for your extracurricular, do you have any like…talents or hobbies you can put to use in a club or something?”

Meg laughed, “Fuck no. I can’t play a sport to save my life, I have almost zero coordination, I’m not a chess genius, and I can’t sing or act well enough to join the theater kids.” 

Eddie hummed in thought, gazing up at the emerging stars, “Play any instruments?”

“Besides air guitar? Nope.”

Eddie grinned, scratching his cheek as he wracked his brain for an idea.

Just as Meg mumbled a small “I’m so fucked,” it hit him.

“What about D&D,” he sat up, looking over his shoulder at her confused expression.

“What about it…?” She responded suspiciously.

Eddie hopped off the trunk and faced her fully, “Start a D&D club. I guarantee the entire party would join, maybe we could even gain a few closeted players too. We could still meet once a week, but we would have a permanent spot at school to play.”

Meg rose up on her elbows, eyes narrowed, “Eddie, Principal Higgins would never allow us to start that up, you know what they say about D&D—”

“—Who gives a shit!” He threw his arms out, “It’s worth a shot, and if we make a convincing argument, maybe it’ll work.”

Her eyes softened as she sat up fully, “…will you help me?”

“Of course, with anything you need.”

Meg slid off the trunk, a smirk forming as the cogs in her brain started to turn, “What would we call it? It needs a cool name, something that sounds mysterious but doesn’t scream ‘nerd alert’.”

Eddie turned to look out at the lake again, running a hand through his short waves, wracking his brain for an idea. 

From behind him, Meg starts rattling off any thought that popped into her head, “What about ‘Dragon Riders’?”

Eddie huffed out a laugh, “That definitely screams ‘nerd alert’.”

“Knights of Hawkins High?”

“Hmm…no.”

“Board Buddies.”

“You’re fucking joking, right?”

Eddie squinted over the expanse of the shoreline, deep in thought. He heard Meg kick some dirt behind him. The radio hummed from the open car windows, the dull sounds of Highway to Hell filling the air.

—Hey momma, look at me,

I’m on my way to the Promised Land,

I’m on the highway to hell—

Eddie spun around. 

“Hellfire.”

Meg looked up from her shoes, “What?”

He smiled broadly, “Hellfire Club.” 

Everything clicked into place, Meg matching his expression as she walked closer.

“Hellfire Club,” she whispered, relishing in the way it flowed off her tongue, “You’re a genius, Eddie Munson.”

She held out her pinky, “Co-chairs?” 

Eddie wrapped his finger around hers, solidifying an unspoken alliance.

———

It had a name, but Hellfire Club needed to have a full write-up of details before it could be presented to Principal Higgins for approval according to Ms. Kelly. The next few weeks were filled with organizing and brainstorming sessions, at first only involving Eddie and Meg, but after they brought the idea up to the lunch crew, the unofficial club had a full roster. Everyone was ecstatic about Hellfire, at the possibility of having a stable meeting place, of bringing D&D to the forefront of the school’s population and not just a shadowy hobby practiced at home. They wanted to show the world that Dungeons and Dragons was an inclusive, fun, escape from the mundane daily drain of the world. All of Eddie’s free time was spent planning for the presentation; he was an almost daily fixture at Meg’s house now, talking animatedly about every detail that came to his brain as he ate dinner with her family. She never made him feel weird or stupid, she listened intently and would bounce outrageous ideas off him in return, eliciting eye rolls from her younger sister. 

As D-Day approached, Eddie was inseparable from Meg, spending every lunch period hunched over a notebook with her as they planned. 

The day before the presentation, Adam slumped into the seat next to Meg, slamming his backpack onto the cafeteria floor dramatically as his eyes connected with Eddie’s. The emotion behind them wasn’t kind. 

Meg paid him no mind as she reached over and stole one of Eddie’s chips, he broke away from Adam’s stare and smiled at her. 

Adam coughed, attempting to get Meg’s attention, “You wanna come over after school today?”

She shook her head, shoving a notebook back into her bag, “Can’t, sorry. Me and Eddie have to put the finishing touches on the final presentation for tomorrow.”

Adam let out a strained laugh, “You’re fucking unbelievable, y’know that?”

His tone made the table fall silent, Meg stopped rummaging through her bag to look up at him.

“What are you talking about?”

He shook his head in disbelief, dark hair flopping in front of his eyes as he stood up and grabbed his bag, “I haven’t hung out with you in weeks, you’re constantly ‘busy’ or so you say,” he made dramatic air quotes, and Eddie watched as Meg visibly deflated.

“I am busy, Adam. I need to get this club approved, I need to do this to be on track for graduation next year,” she was trying her best to sound calm, but he was only getting more frustrated.

“Oh yeah, so you can run away to New York or LA for college?” He spat.

“Adam please,” she sounded exhausted, “don’t do this right now…”

“Or are you just trying to spend more time with your new boy toy—“ he walked up behind where Eddie sat and pushed the back of his head towards the table aggressively.

Meg shot up from her seat and grabbed Adam by his arm, pulling him away, “What the fuck is your problem? Eddie didn’t do anything to you, he’s helping me build all of this.” 

Adam stared at her, eyes narrowed in anger, “Whatever you say, Meg.”

Kate appeared behind him, putting a small hand on his forearm, “C’mon, we have to get to Bio,” She offered Meg an apologetic smile, leading Adam out of the cafeteria but not before he shot her one last disgusted look. 

Eddie stared at the lunch table, unsure of what to say or do. He felt Meg’s presence settle next to him again.

“You okay?” She whispered, reaching down to pick up her bag again.

Eddie nodded, “I don’t have to come over tonight if you don’t want me to…”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I want you to,” she shut his offer down immediately.

“But Adam—“

“No, Eddie, please. Hanging out with you is the best part of my day,” she stood up without further explanation and walked out of the cafeteria without looking back.

———

“Do you want to run over it one more time?” Meg flopped back onto her bed, landing beside Eddie who was cross-legged amongst a sea of papers and notebooks. 

He shook his head, “Not unless you really want to, I think you’ve got it down.”

She rolled onto her side and smiled up at him, “You really think so?”

Eddie shot her a look, “Of course I do, you’re a really good speaker,” he picked up a few loose sheets of paper and waved them around, “and all of the outlines and campaign examples you’ve written are amazing.”

“Really?” She whispered, doubt lining the edges of her words. He realized at that moment that the confidence he had first admired was shallow, and deep down Meg was just as insecure as him.

Eddie grew serious, “Yeah, they’re really good. You’re a great writer.”

Meg closed her eyes and rolled onto her back, “Thank you…Adam hates it. Says I ramble too much, and the words I choose are pretentious,” she gave a short, sad laugh.

“Or maybe Adam’s just a moron that can’t understand anything past a fifth grade reading level…” Eddie muttered a little too loudly.

Meg’s head shot over in his direction, mouth open in shock but quickly erupting into hysterical laugher. It was infectious, and Eddie joined in, falling back next to her and laughing up at the ceiling. 

As they came down from their fit, Meg grew quiet, and Eddie grew bold.

“What’s Adam’s deal?”

“Hmm?” She rolled her head over, eyebrows raised.

“Today at lunch, he made a comment about you ‘running away’.”

Meg hummed again, “Oh that. Yeah, he uh…he doesn’t support me going away to school.”

Eddie furrowed his brows, “Why?”

“He’s content here. His entire life has been in Hawkins, family hasn’t moved anywhere in generations. Adam’s life is…cushy to say the least. Dad has a job lined up for him after he graduates this year, so his future is already set. All he wants is a nice little housewife to come home to at the end of the day, and that is not going to be me. I need to get out of here, I need to explore the world, and Adam holds that dream against me.”

Eddie watched as she stared upwards, gazing at something a million miles away. 

“Has he ever…touched you?” He whispered at the popcorn ceiling.

“How do you mean?” She mumbled. It was already out of his mouth, he couldn’t take it back now.

“Has Adam ever hurt you?” He dared to look over, and watched as her jaw tightened. It took a few moments for her to speak, swallowing dryly before confessing into the cool air of the room.

“…once,” it came out as a whisper, and he watched as her eyes glassed over.

“What happened?” His voice was paper thin; it was taking everything to not scream. He wanted to find Adam and make him pay. 

“I uh…I didn’t want to have sex with him one night. He got upset and accused me of seeing someone else…and he shoved me into a wall. Hit my head on a shelf and cut the back of it a little.” 

Eddie watched as a solitary tear escaped and ran down into her hair. He searched for her hand and grabbed it, interlocking their fingers, “Why are you with him?” 

She wiped her eyes with her other hand, “He’s a nice guy, you just need to get to know him, Eds.”

He felt a deep rage start to smolder in his chest, words spilling out before he could stop them, “My mom used to say something similar about my dad…”

Meg looked at him, eyes wide and brimming with tears. She didn’t respond, and Eddie just stared back. Anger faded to sadness; remembering all the times he had stood between his parents as his father hurled beer cans at his mom, spewing accusations and insults as she cowered against the kitchen floor. Eddie had been too young to help his mother, but he refused to let Meg end up a part of the same cycle.

———

  The last time Eddie was this anxious, he was playing in the Hawkins Middle School talent show in front of the entire student body. He sat on a bench outside of the principal’s office, tapping his converse against the linoleum floor. He couldn’t hear Meg talking through the heavy wooden door, but he would occasionally catch the low grumble of Principals Higgins’ voice. She had been presenting their Hellfire Club proposal for 15 minutes now, assuring Eddie she could fly solo and leaving him in perpetual purgatory outside the office door. 

After 18 minutes (not that he was counting), the door groaned open, and Eddie’s slender body leapt upright from the bench as Meg slowly emerged stone-faced. 

“What happened?” Eddie whisper-screamed, falling into step with her as they exited into the deserted main hallway.

He pestered her with questions in the short walk to cafeteria, Meg silently leading the way with a straight face. With every second of silence, Eddie’s heart dropped further into his stomach. They had worked so hard on this, Meg had been so excited.

She swung the cafeteria door open, a cacophony of voices and laughter smacking them in the face as they weaved towards the table in the corner. Eddie stood behind Meg nervously as she approached the group, all of them immediately ceasing conversation to hear the verdict. 

“Well…” Meg stated, looking down at the folder in her hand. 

Eddie inhaled sharply, waiting for the hammer to fall.  

“…I hope you’re all free next Friday, because the inaugural meeting of the Hellfire Club is at 3pm!” She slammed the folder onto the table as the rest of the group cheered. 

Eddie exhaled the breath he was holding as Meg spun and threw her arms around his shoulders. He squeezed her middle, bending down to whisper into her ear.

“You did it.” 

Her hair smelled like strawberries, and the smile she returned when pulling out of the embrace was as warm as the summer sun.

Eddie glanced past Meg’s face at Adam seated at the table.

If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under. 

———

Now that it was an official club, Hellfire needed some advertisement. A sign-up sheet was promptly posted to the main bulletin board by the front office, and was just as quickly defaced. Scribbles of ‘losers’, ‘nerds’, and ‘freaks’ littered the lined sheet, a few doodles of the devil accompanied the monikers. They had assumed it would happen, knowing full well the general attitude towards D&D, so Meg had multiple copies on hand to replace any that were ruined. 

The first official meeting was held on the auditorium stage, Kate had pleaded with the drama instructor to let them use the space when it wasn’t being utilized for the theater club. It was overall much more of a conducive environment to play, plenty of room and the addition of miscellaneous props from old productions created a mystical ambiance. The first session was the start of a new campaign Meg had made, and so far it was brutal in the best way. The gameplay adrenaline paired with the new meeting spot had the group buzzing, bringing them all closer as friends. 

Winter passed through the state of Indiana like a freight train, pummeling it with snow so thick that Eddie swore the blisters on his hands from shoveling would be there for the rest of his life. The ground finally thawed in late March, leading into the final two months of his Freshman year. 

Hellfire was such a key factor in his life now, not only playing but also learning how to better run a campaign. He still hung out with Jeff and Gareth, recounting the events of that weeks club meeting to them every time. Eddie didn’t have to convince Jeff too much to help tutor Meg in math, the second he met her, he understood why Eddie was so enamored. They made a recurring bi-weekly date to study algebra, with Eddie sometimes tagging along just for fun. Both of his younger friends couldn’t wait to make it to high school, knowing that spots in Hellfire were waiting for them.

As the school year wound to a close, Eddie felt a shift in the group of people he’d come to call his friends. Adam and Rick were graduating, leaving not just the school but also Hellfire behind. Meg had offered an invitation to keep playing, but Rick had plans to travel out west for a bit, and Adam flat out refused, citing his need to put ‘childish things aside’ now that he was going to have an adult career. The statement had made Eddie bristle when he heard it, and he knew that Meg was upset as well. Her face remained neutral as she stared at Adam, but Eddie saw the hurt in her eyes. The cracks were forming, and Eddie could only hope it was just a matter of time before the dam broke.

The last day of school was almost as stifling as the first, and Eddie cringed as he felt a bead of sweat drip down the back of his neck. His hair was getting longer, almost out of the weird growing-out phase, and it was taking some getting used to. As he slammed his locker door shut for the final time until September, sound of running footsteps caught his attention. Meg was running down the hallway, pushing past the dozens of students clamoring to leave for the summer. She collided into Eddie at full force, wrapping him into the biggest bone crushing hug. Though caught off guard, his smile was so wide he thought his face might rip in two. Meg pulled back, thrusting a piece of paper into Eddie’s face.

“What is this?” He took a closer look, it was her final algebra grades. A solid C.

“Holy shit! You did it!” He handed the page back to her, eyes full of pride.

“No Eddie, you did it. You’re the one that got Jeff to help me. You’re the one that helped create Hellfire. I can’t thank you enough,” she stared at him, admiration and gratitude spilled from every part of her. 

“What about gym?” Eddie chuckled as they started to walk out to the parking lot.

Meg unlocked her car, “Oh, yeah, I have a week of summer school for that.”

He laughed as he slid into the passenger seat, “I still don’t understand…”

“I’m never going to run the mile, Eds, I refuse,” she started the ignition, pulling out of the lot to head to their spot by the lake. 

Adam and Rick’s graduation was that night, and Eddie had promised he’d come along for support, but for now he was content sitting beside Meg next to Lover’s Lake, talking about their big plans for next year; her last hurrah at Hawkins High, and the year she’d pass the Hellfire torch to Eddie.

[ilyjohnb]

a/n: I decided to try my hand at a 3+1. I also started posting these on my AO3. FYI, JJ is not abused in this one and it does not follow any of the plot from the show.   **gif credit to @ptersparkers**

requester: anon “hiii!! :) could you do “Can I stay here tonight?” with john b please? :)”

summary: to simply put it, your home life sucks. you had managed to hide it from the pogues, until one night when things got really bad and you needed to stay the night at john b’s.

warnings: abuse, child abuse, swearing, slut-shaming

word count: 1997

~~ONE~~

John B was the first one to realize that something wasn’t right with you and your home life. You were all 10, and it was lunchtime. You were all sitting down at the table. John B was on your left. Pope, Kie, and JJ were on the other side in that order. 

“I hate school. This place sucks ass.” JJ laughed.

Kie smiled. “At least the food is good.”

“Just barely though!” Pope shouted, making the other four laugh.

“I like school.” You mumbled and slightly frowned. You subconsciously rubbed the bruise on your left forearm that your mom gave you the previous night because you forgot to take the trash out. School was the only place where you didn’t have to worry if your mother was going to be drunk or high out of her mind, and it was the only time where you didn’t have to cook for yourself either.

John B heard you though, and he noticed the bruise when your sleeve moved up from you rubbing your arm. He could see it clear as day, on your forearm there was a nasty purple bruise the size of your hand that wrapped around all the way.

You didn’t notice John B staring, but you did notice the bruise peeking out. You quickly slid your sleeve back down and focused on your mashed potatoes.

~~TWO~~

He never confronted you about that time, he didn’t even know how he would start. He eventually began picking up on your signs that you were nervous. He may not be as smart as Pope, but John B was far from dumb. He noticed how you would tense at even the mention of your mom or home. His next major clue was when you all were 15. 

“Hello, Y/n.”

You nervously took a breath, trying to read the situation. “Hi, mom.”

“Guess what you didn’t do? You left here for two days and didn’t even clean the dishes before you left.”

As she stepped closer to you, you could smell the alcohol. “I’m so sorry, I’ll get started right away.”

“Punishment first, girl.”

“Mom, please. I’m sorry it was an accident and it won’t happen again.”

She just smiled evilly. “Nothing to do now or take it. You get it now, or it doubles.”

Your hand began to shake. “Yes, ma’am.”

She walked over and punched you right in the stomach. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you bit on your lip so you could hold in your whimper. She kicked you this time and shoved you to the floor. She punched you one last time in the eye before grabbing you by your hair, using her knee to hold down your right arm.

“Open your eyes. Now, do you remember what you said earlier?”

You nodded, before opening your mouth to speak, a hoarse whisper came out that you barely even recognized to be your voice. “It won’t happen again.”

After that, you washed the dishes, before going to bed. You waited until she left the next morning to sneak out. You had promised the Pogues a day on the boat. It would be John B’s first time to drive it without his dad, Big John, there too. You quickly looked at yourself in the mirror. 

A big bruise was prominent on your stomach, another on your eye, and one more on your forearm. You put on the one two-piece bathing suit that you owned with a huge oversized shirt over that. You tied your bandana on your arm to hide that bruise. For your eye, you’d just have to come up with some lie.

You didn’t live that far from JB, so you took a nice walk. It was nice until you got to John B’s. You walked in the door, expecting to see all of your best friends, but the only person was Big John. He was sitting on the chair, so he saw you walk in.

“Y/n! How are you doing?” You loved John B’s dad. He reminded you a lot of Heyward, Pope’s dad. They both adored you, and you and your friends treated them as if they were all your dads.

“I’m doing pretty good.” You smiled, lying.

“Oh yeah?” You nodded. “Then what happened to your eye.”

“You know me, I got into a fight. Where's everyone at?”

“They’re in the boat, waiting for you. See you all when you get back. And for the love of God, don’t let my son kill you all.”

“Yes sir!” You laughed and went out the back door. You quickly stuck your head back in. “See you Pops!”

You started running down the dock, smiling at your friends. “Is that a wild Y/n/n I see?”

“Yes, it is, JJ. I’m a wild spirit who refuses to be tamed.”

He smiled back at you, holding out his hand to help you in the boat. You saw his eyes flick up to your bruised one. He didn’t ask any questions. You went and sat down as John B steered you all into swimmable waters. He put out the anchor, and then everyone didn’t hesitate to throw their shirts off and jump in. All except you and John B.

“Not getting in, Y/n/n?”

“Not feeling it today. You’re not getting in?”

“I went surfing this morning, so I’m a little sore. What happened to your eye?”

“Fight with a kook.”

You looked down at your bandana and noticed that it was becoming loose. You waited until you were certain he looked away before taking it off and refolding it. You were in your own world, trying to match the folds up exactly. He looked over and saw the bruise. He was almost certain that he knew what was happening to you. He thought it was what happened to you at home, but a fight with a kook was extremely possible too. He looked away quickly and didn’t mention it.

~~THREE~~

By this time, he knew. He may not have gotten confirmation with you, but John Booker Routledge knew that his best friend was getting abused by her mom. He knew he’d have to confront you eventually. He wanted to help you get out of that situation.

This time happened six weeks later. He dropped you off at your door with the promise that he’d walk with you in the morning, to take you for breakfast.

“See you in the morning John B.” You don’t know what came over you, but you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. You turned and walked in your front door before he could see the small blush that was creeping up your cheeks.

“So now you’re a slut? Makes sense I only see you hanging out with those three boys. Didn’t I raise you better, Y/n?”

“I’m sorry?” You asked, genuinely confused. Wrong move on your part.

“I think you heard me loud and clear. I saw you kissing that boy, you slut.”

“Mom, no. I swear it was just a friendship thing.” You lied, you did have a crush on John B but your mom didn’t need to know that.

She had enough, shoving you back into the wall. You don’t know what came over you, but you did it. You finally did it. For once in your life, you fought back. You kicked out your leg, knocking her down. She reached over and hit you in the eye, grabbing at your neck. She began to try to choke you, but you brought your leg up to kick her square in the chest. She let you go, the wind knocked out of her.

You took the opportunity and ran. You put your hood up and kept your head down. You didn’t even have to look up, it was like muscle memory at this point. You walked around the house to his window, before knocking.

“Y/n?”

“Hi John B.” You weakly smiled, urgency evident in your voice. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“Yeah of course Y/n/n, come on in.”

He helped you in his window before quietly tiptoeing out of his room. You awkwardly sat down on his bed, and he soon came back with a bag of ice.

“For your eye.” you almost forgot. “I know what happened.”

“Yeah, kooks are vicious at night and-”

“Y/n,” He cut you off. “Stop lying. I dropped you off at your house at 11:30, and you don’t typically go out after that. At least not by yourself. I know you. Just let me help you, me and dad can help get you away from your mom.” He pleaded.

“I came here to stay the night, not be met with false accusations.”

“Are they really false though?” He asked.

You sat there, opening your mouth in search of an answer. He had that look on his face, the same one he made when he won. You didn’t want him to win, at least no right now. You stood up and walked towards the window. Tears were gathering in your eyes. You quickly choked out and answer. 

“I’m going to stay at JJ’s. Good night John B. Thank you for the bag of ice.”

He didn’t know why he let you go, but he felt horrible. He was so close to getting the truth out of you, but he was worried if he kept pressing he’d scare you away. He decided he’d wait extra time before asking you again.

~~ + ONE~~

You had finally decided that you had enough. You didn’t want to deal with your mom anymore. 12 years. That’s how long your mother used you as a punching bag. It started after your dad left when you were 4, and you were 16 now. You had waited until your mom drank until she blacked out before you tossed as much stuff that you could into your duffle bag, packing more in your backpack. You tied the laces of your one pair of sneakers together and threw them over your head. You slipped on your flip-flops and left, with your head held high and not looking back.

You texted John B, asking if you could come over. It was 2 am but you were ready to go. As if he could read your mind, John B said you could. You ran faster than you’d ever had. When you got there John B sat with his window open, waiting for you. He took your bag and helped you in the window. You slipped the shoes off your neck and sat down on his window sill.

“You were right.” You told him.

He was holding your face in his, searching for injuries. “About what, bubba?”

“My mom and my home life. How long have you known?”

“I first noticed when we were 10. We were at lunch, you said that you liked school after we were all complaining about it, you had rubbed your arm and your sleeve rolled up and I saw a bruise. Why did you never say anything before? I could’ve helped you get out of there so much sooner.”

You sighed. “I knew it was bad, but I was embarrassed. Do you remember that one day on the boat like a year ago? When I wouldn’t go swimming? It was because my mom beat the absolute shit out of me the night before. And then there was that day I asked to stay the night, I was all sweaty from running and my eye was bruised. It was from my mom, but that was the first day I fought back. I left tonight because of you. Thank you John B.”

You were both staring into each other’s eyes, and he slowly leaned in. You leaned in too, to speed it up. And you kissed. You eventually told the other pogues, your mom got arrested, and you and JB started dating. You finally got out of the home all thanks to John B.

[mxchellesworld]

Get with me

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; in which you get two sets of news and a happy ending 

warnings; mentions of cheating, pregnancy scares, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink (im sorry lmao), praise

pt 2 of ysbuwybf

a/n; patting myself on the back for not bailing on fic requests lmaoo anyways yall were so outa pocket with ideas, all i wanna say is that i am respecting our sweet prince anderson and letting him down gently (i’m writing this before the fic so i could completely switch it up) see end notes for final thoughts :)

hope you enjoy!

*also pls don’t cheat its so icky and a horrible thing to do

***

If your suspicions were correct you were fucked. Part of you would be ecstatic no doubt about it. But if things were true then you were utterly surly fucked. 

Your period was late. 

Which meant either one; your birth control was acting up or two; you were pregnant. 

However being pregnant wasn’t a bad thing, far from it. The bad thing was that there were two candidates in the running to be the father. Your boyfriend, Agent Anderson who was nothing but a sweetheart even though he was about as exciting as a wet paper bag. 

Or Dr.Spencer Reid. Your best friend who you had also been sleeping with outside of your relationship. The best man you’d ever known who was also aching to become a father some day. 

For a week you had been avoiding both of them in the office. Unfortunately for you there were no cases. While yes a lack of serial killing was always a plus it also meant you were stuck in the same building as them for give or take eight hours a day. 

For days on end you stuck in your earbuds and kept your head down while doing paperwork trying to ignore both sets of eyes which would look over to you every once in a while. 

Were you even pregnant, was the biggest question. So you had decided that it was time to get your shit together. At lunch on Monday you had made a quick doctors appointment and went on your way. The little old nurse had told you she would call you in a few days with results. 

In that time you had gone over every possible scenario or possibility. Who would you tell first? How would you even bring it up? Would Anderson hate you for cheating? Would Spencer be upset that the baby isn’t his? It would be like another JJ situation for him. 

The thoughts plagued your mind throughout the week and the more you thought about it the more you thought about who you would have preferred to be the father of your child. Which then led to the guilt of picking and the realization that you in fact would have to break up with Anderson. 

If the child did end up being his you would have to make it work, however you knew it was time to come clean and apologize for going behind his back. He deserved to know the truth. 

Deep in your thoughts you barley heard your phone ringing. It was now Friday and you weren’t expecting any other calls besides the one from your doctor. You looked around and made sure no one was paying attention before you clicked the green button. 

“Hello?” 

You heard the voice of the nurse on the line, she sounded almost sad, “Hello am I speaking with Y/n Y/l/n?”

“Yeah this is her,” you said dryly. Your nerves were eating at you. 

“Oh sweetie I’m calling with the results of your test. It turns out that you are not pregnant at this time honey.” 

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you held in. It felt as is a weight was lifted off your shoulders. 

“Oh, um thank you for informing me,” you said looking down at your nails. 

“Of course. If you have anymore questions you can call back at this number or come in and set up another appointment. Have a good rest of your day.” 

With that the line cut off and you fell back into your chair. Your hand subtly moved onto your stomach. Huh. You didn’t think that would be as hard to hear. 

“Y/n?” a voice called from behind you. 

“Oh hey Andy. Whats up?” you said putting a smile on your face. 

He combed a hand through his hair before he sat at the corner of your desk, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you and I think it’s best if I say it clearly and honestly.” 

Your brows furrowed. Oh shit did he already know? You had to stay calm. 

“Yeah go ahead.”

“I think we should break up. It’s not you, I think we’re just missing a spark. At first it was fun but I don’t think this is gonna work anymore.”

Pot meet kettle, you thought. 

“Plus I think Charlotte from Cyber Crimes is into me so yeah,” he trailed off. 

You bit your lip to try and hide the laugh you wanted to let out. This was an unseen turn of events. “Yeah I get it. But hey no hard feelings. Go for it with Lotte, she’s a total sweetheart.”

“Thanks Y/n/n,” he said leaning down to give you half hug then gingerly turned and walked away. 

Behind you Spencer couldn’t help but listen to the whole interaction. Once he saw Anderson reach the elevator he got up and made his way over to your desk. 

You looked up and saw the small smile on his face, “Is it party at Y/n’s desk today?” you asked causing him to giggle. 

“I think the news I just heard calls for celebration in the best way we know don’t you think,” he said looking around the bullpen nodding his head towards the hallway which was home to the spacious supply closet. 

You looked around and made sure no one was looking. Emily and JJ were gone in Garcia’s lair. Derek was gone visiting his mom and the dads of the BAU were in a meeting. 

“Lead the way doctor,” you said standing getting up form your chair. 

Once in the closet Spencer wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He sighed at the taste of your cherry chapstick. You put your hands on his face pulling him down but while you were savoring the taste of his lips your mind couldn’t help but go back. 

You could have been a mom. Spencer felt your lips slow down instead of returning the passion and stepped away. 

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you said looking up at him.

He tried to hide the look of worry on his features but you could see right through him as he nodded for you to continue. 

“Well earlier this week I uh was supposed to start my period but I didn’t,”

“Y/n-” he tried to cut you off but you put your hand up for him to let you finish. 

“I went to the doctors and got a test done. Before Anderson came over I got the call and I’m not. Which is good right? It saved everyone a world of hurt and drama. I don’t know I just thought you should know.” 

“Did you wanna be?”

“What?”

“Pregnant,” he said gripping your hips and pulling you closer. 

You felt your cheeks get hot at what he was insinuating, “Well- I- yeah. I mean yeah, yes.”

With that he brought his lips back down to yours. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. One of his hands slid to the back of your skirt and pulled down the zipper. You let it slide down your legs and stepped out of it. 

You sat on the table in the room, pushing off the bottles of cleaner. Spencer stepped into the space between your legs, his fingers reaching for your panties and tugging them down your legs. 

“I can’t believe I get this tight little pussy all to myself now,” he said biting marks onto your neck. You mewled tilting your head to the side and pulling on his tie. 

“Spencer please. I need you so bad,” you whined out. 

He stepped away and hastily started on undoing his pants, “What do you want baby? Is it for me to fuck you? Or is that not enough? Do you need me to fill you up with my cum? Want me to put a baby in you?” 

You moaned at his lewd words and quickly nodded your head. Your hand flew down to your pussy, you were practically dripping onto the table and he had barley touched you. 

“Please doctor I need you so bad.” 

Spencer quickly stepped into the space again and took both of your hands in one of his large ones, “I own this pussy. I always have, you don’t get to touch without my permission,” he gritted out. 

With his free hand he tugged on his cock before aligning it with your leaking slit. The both of you sighed as he pushed in inch by inch. Your head feel back with your mouth open in a perfect O shape. 

After a second of letting you adjust Spencer started with rough thrusts. You could feel your hair start sticking on your forehead from the heat of the room. Spencer’s lips were inches from yours, sharing the same breath. 

“Fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good. Let everyone here know you’re mine.”

All you could do was nod and moan in approval. His grip on you was deadly but it was just adding onto the immense pleasure you were feeling. The way he was repeatedly hitting your gpot had your vision blurry with stars. You could also feel him pulsing inside you knowing he was close to his peak. 

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart. So perfect around my cock.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him impossibly closer, “I want you to cum in me Spence. I need to feel it,” you mewled into his lips. 

This motivated him to start drilling into you. At this point you were panting, aching to feel the sweet release. His hand dipped down to rub on your clit, he groaned at the slippery mess where you both met. 

“Oh god Spence!” 

A high pitched moan escaped your lips as he added on the extra pleasure. Soon enough you were squeeing around him, ready to milk him for all he was worth. 

“That’s it baby. Keep doing that. I’m gonna stuff you with my cum y/n/n fuck,” he said drawing out the last syllable as he exploded inside you. 

He stayed inside as you both caught your breathes, slowly thrusting trying to fill you to the brim. 

He pulled out and looked for a roll of paper towels for you to clean up. Once that was done you helped each other tame your hair and outfits as you always did, with quiet and loving gazes. 

“Do you think that one did the job?” you said with a smirk. 

“Well statistically the pill contraceptive has a 7% failure rate so with my calculations there is a chance,” he said while smoothing down your hair. 

“Thanks genius,” you said lightly punching his arm, “Lets get out of here. Together.” 

“Together,” he said slinging an arm around your shoulders. 

a/n; so guys what do we think. im not gonna lie i kinda hate it but i think it was a good ending for everyone. kinda feel bad anderson didn’t get the whole truth but the cheating is OVER! also what did we think of what pregnancy scare?? let me know lovies!!!

[beauvibaby]

all I could ever want – t.seguin

a/n: part 2 of there won’t be anyone else!! I definitely prefer the first part of this story, but I also love this one because it’s just straight fluff 😌

Word count: 2.9k

“Mommy!” Willow squealed in delight, running into the kitchen to see you, Tyler had picked her up from preschool on his way home from practice. “Willow!” You mimicked, laughing as she hugged your legs, “did you have a good day?” You asked with a grin, Tyler chuckled, “Miss Laura is having a baby.” Tyler spoke for her. Willow nodded excitedly, “aw, that’s great.” You smiled, hoisting Willow up to sit on the counter. “I want you to have a baby, mommy.” She spoke honestly, giving her dad a weird look when he choked on his water, you snickered at him. “Maybe.” You shrugged her comment off, thankful for her short attention span, she was asking to go play with the dogs as she wiggled her way into your arms to be put down on the ground. “Go ahead.” Tyler nodded her off and she went barreling towards the living room where the dogs were innocently napping, poor boys.

“What was that reaction for?” You asked once it was just the two of you, he mumbled something under his breath, “talk like an adult, Tyler.” You teased him, resting a hand on your hip as you gave him a stern look. “I just didn’t think she was going to want a sibling, she loves having all the attention.” He sighed, “plus my baby is too little to want another baby in the house.” He pouted dramatically. Ah, the real reasoning coming out. “Yeah, but you always said you wanted more kids, and you know I would be happy with a full house, so.” You trailed off, kind of disappointed by his lackluster reaction. “You still want to have more kids right?” You asked when he didn’t speak, finally locking your eyes on his. “Yes, of course.” He rushed, “after the wedding?” He offered, seeing your smile turn up, “really?” You gasped like a child. You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I don’t want you to think I don’t want more babies with you.” He smirked, kissing your pouted lips, “I was just so caught off guard.” He admitted honestly, his normal attitude coming back through.

You had to cut him some slack, thinking of how hard it was for him when Willow’s mom was pregnant, she didn’t want him involved in anything he wasn’t able to be apart of it up until the last second, it was like a switch flipped and suddenly she decided she wasn’t fit to raise a baby. As selfish as it sounds, you were so grateful for how it turned out, because at the end of the day you knew she was getting the best life possible with you and Tyler.

“Me too, honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t asked how the baby gets in a woman’s stomach.” You quipped, Tyler groaned, “I can’t even think about that.” He muttered in defeat, kissing the side of your head. When he pulled away, you had a giddy smile on your face, “what?” He asked you suspiciously. “I can’t wait to have a baby with you.” You admitted, watching his nerves melt away. You knew Tyler, and you knew he was a worrier, even if he didn’t voice it, right now he was probably running over every horror story he’s heard about complicated pregnancies. “God you’re gonna look so beautiful.” He muttered, a glint in his eyes, you knew then, that it was all going to be ok, even if he was a nervous wreck. Which part of you thought he would be.

***

You stood by the window of your bridal suite, dressed in your gown and veil, one of the photographers getting photos of you looking out, coincidentally, in the open garden below you, Tyler was doing his first look with Willow, something the photographer had brought up to you, and you jumped on it. Those pictures would be cherished forever, Tyler really didn’t know what Willow was going to be dressed in, but you watched as he turned around and saw his little girl, who didn’t look so little, in a dusty rose colored dress, long lace sleeves and a nice puffy skirt, per her request. Her curls tamed beautifully for once as she actually let the hair stylist apply some products to them. Your grin was wide as he gasped, looking at her and she bounced over to him, you could see her mouth moving and you could only imagine how she was rambling on and on about her dress. A habit he swears she picked up from you.

“Y/N? You ready to head down?” Your maid of honor, your best friend Y/F/N asked, giving you a once over. You smoothed out your dress once more, looking down at the trumpet style gown. “Yeah.” You sniffled, fanning at your face. You and Tyler opted not to do a first look, you wanted to see his genuine reaction as you walked down the aisle. “You look stunning.” She assured you, lightly dabbing under your eyes with a tissue, the sound of the camera going off in the background.

As you reached your spot just behind the double doors, any nerves you had melted away, Tyler, the love of your life, was right on the other side of this wall, prepared to say I do to a lifetime with you.

Tyler’s father was walking you down the aisle, neither of your parents here to do it. As he approached, you smiled, hoping Tyler’s reaction would be similar to his dad’s. You’d grown close with his family over the years, they truly loved you, and it showed as his dad grabbed your hand, kissing the top of it as he smiled tearfully. “I’ll never really know how Tyler managed to snag you up, but he could have never made a better choice.” He explained, voice shaking before he cleared his throat. “Let’s get this show on the road.” He broke the silence, chuckling at himself as you looped your arm with his, holding your bouquet with the other.

The wedding March began to play, and the doors were pushed open, revealing you and Paul standing there. Instantly Tyler looked to the ceiling, his eyes watering already, the smile on his face was undeniable as you walked towards him slowly, your own eyes glazed over at the way he was looking at you. “Gorgeous.” He mouthed, your lips parting in a smile, he loved when he got those smiles out of you, the ones where the corners of your eyes would crinkle, and sometimes you would even scrunch your nose a bit. This was definitely one of those moments.

***

The wedding had come and gone, your honeymoon too, a simple trip with just the two of you before the hockey season started again. “Daddy.” Willow whispered, standing on his side of the bed, he stirred, blinking his eyes a couple of times to adjust to the darkness of the room. He turned his lamp on, “what’s wrong baby?” He asked softly, careful not to wake you as he caressed Willow’s face, frowning at the tears coating it. “I had a bad dream.” She whimpered, “come here.” He huffed as he pulled her up onto the bed. “Wanna tell me what happened?” He asked her, turning the lamp off as he let her cuddle with him. “No, just cuddles.” She mumbled sleepily, his heart swelled in his chest at that, “always, princess.” He sighed, kissing the top of her head as she easily laid on top of him, her teddy bear snuggled between them. You flipped over carefully, having woken up during their little conversation. Tyler gave you a tired smile as you placed a kiss on his shoulder before resting back on your pillow, a smile on your face as you listened to her light breathing.

As morning came you groaned in annoyance, morning sickness coming right along with it.

That’s right, you two had no trouble getting pregnant apparently, today was actually the day you were going to tell Willow about the baby. “Is mommy sick?” Willow asked Tyler as they woke up to you bolting out of bed, he held back a chuckle, “no, she’s ok.” He assured her, “stay here.” He demanded gently before coming to check on you as you brushed your teeth. “Hi babe.” He placed a kiss on your cheek, “doing ok?” He asked softly, locking eyes with you in the mirror. “Yeah,” you sighed, leaning into his hold after you rinsed your mouth out. “Are you ready to tell her?” You asked eagerly, “god, yes.” He groaned, giving you a quick kiss.

Willow was sitting in the middle of the bed, adjusting the bow on her teddy bear's head. “Good morning, baby.” You chuckled, sitting beside her, she shot you a smile, just like Tyler’s as she crawled into your lap. “Don’t forget miss bows.” She mumbled with a pout, Tyler snickered as you took the bear and placed a kiss on its head, “good morning, miss bows.” You spoke dramatically, Willow snuggling happily into you. “Hey, Willow.” Tyler spoke softly, sitting beside you, “guess what?” He smiled at her, she sat up a little straighter, “what?” She asked cutely, you shared a look with Tyler. “We’re gonna have a baby.” You told her, relief hitting you as she jumped up screaming in excitement. “A baby?!” She squealed. You quickly pulled out your phone to record her, sending it to Tyler’s parents. “When?” She asked giggling, sitting crossed legged in front of you both. “Oh, it’s still going to be a few months honey.” You explained sweetly, “but you’re going to be a big sister, that means you can help me and mommy get stuff ready for the baby.” Tyler assured her, wanting her to feel involved and not like the baby was going to completely take over.

The months started flying by, you were having a little boy, Tyler thought he wanted another daughter, which of course he would have been just as excited for, but when he heard it was a boy, you could see the way his eyes lit up. Willow had been a little upset at first, wanting a little sister that she could do all her fun girly things with as she got older, but after some long conversations and some explanations, you convinced her of all the reasons it would be fun for her to have a brother.

Tyler was more than nervous as your water broke in the middle of the night, of course you’d thought ahead and had spoken to Tyler’s mom, who had been staying with you guys for about a week, to be here and help with Willow once you had the baby. He swears that your labor went on forever, but really, you’d gotten lucky and progressed quickly. Nearly missing the window to get the epidural, which terrified you, but you got it, and now you had a very healthy, chunky little eight pound baby boy. Much to everyone’s surprise, everyone expected him to be smaller, but you weren’t complaining.

“Oh my god.” You cried out as they put him on your chest, his screams filling the room, it felt like an eternity until he began to cry, but he was sure to make up for it.

“I can’t believe we made him.” Tyler mumbled, unlike Willow, Hunter was born with next to no hair. “I know.” You whispered, running your finger across his chubby cheek, he was peacefully sleeping in your arms, already a hungry baby, having drunk himself right to sleep. “I hope he looks like you.” Tyler muttered, lightly kissing the side of your head, a smile graced your lips, “I hope he looks like you.” You giggled, “but I kind of don’t, because then all the girls will be after him when he’s a teenager.” You added, your husband chuckling beside you. “Let’s worry about his first night home, yeah?” He laughed softly. “Willow is going to be so excited.” You sighed, lacing your fingers with Tyler’s.

***

“Mommy, daddy!” Willow rushed over when you walked in, Tyler having the car seat around his arm. “Hi, sweet girl.” You welcomed her hug, kneeling to her height. “Were you good for grandma?” You asked gently, she nodded eagerly before moving over to hug Tyler once he placed the car seat down. “Hi princess.” He grinned, hugging her tightly, “I missed you.” He kissed the top of her head, laughing as she completely disregarded his comment and looked at Hunter in awe. “He’s so pretty.” She gasped, making you and Jackie both laugh. “He really is a beautiful baby, honey.” Jackie spoke to you, giving you a gentle hug. Tyler moved the car seat up to the table, shushing Willow as he assured her she would get to hold him. “Go wash your hands.” Jackie instructed her, walking over to Tyler as he easily held the newborn in his hands. She kissed her son's cheek before grabbing Hunter’s hand, “hello beautiful boy.” She cooed, running her thumb over his arm. “You did good.” She commented to Tyler, lightly nudging his side, he shot her a smile, “yeah.” He agreed, glancing at you.

“Can I hold him, please, please?” Willow begged, running out with freshly washed hands, you nodded, “go sit on the couch, I’ll bring him to you.” You instructed her softly, she giggled and ran off to the couch, you gently took Hunter from Tyler, “oh, Jackie did you want to hold him fi–“ “No, no, let Willow do it first, she’s just so excited.” Jackie cut you off mid ramble. You smiled in relief, slowly walking over to the couch, Tyler came and sat next to her, he put a pillow on her lap, and had her put arms out on it. “You have to be really gentle, ok?” He told her as he put his arms around her, his hands offering extra support for the baby’s neck. You laid Hunter down, smiling as Willow cooed down to him, “hi baby brother.” She giggled, looking over at you and then to Tyler. “Mommy,” she mumbled as you sat next to them, Tyler picking the baby up as he began to fuss, “I love him.” Willow concluded in the most serious voice. “I love him too.”

***

Hunter gurgled up at you as you dressed him in sweatpants, now two months old, and all of you were missing Tyler as he just had his first away game of the season. You left him shirtless, a pun at how Tyler always walked around the house in his pajamas, “mommy, I wanna match.” Willow pouted, you looked at her in thought for a moment, knowing you couldn’t let her run around in only pants, even if it was only in the house. “Oh, I have an idea.” You grinned, scooping the baby up and going into the back of the closet, where most of Tyler’s old shirts were. “Come here baby!” You called, Willow came bouncing in, one of your fondest memories as a child was wearing your dad's old shirts as pajamas, so why not pass it on to her. “Pick one to wear.” You told her, smiling as she got all excited, flipping through them, she pulled two down off the hangers, “where this one mommy, please.” She gave you her puppy eyes, not that she had to. You nodded, taking the shirt from her and going into the bathroom to change into it, leaving your shorts in underneath.

A loud laugh fell from your lips as you walked out and saw her drowning in his shirt, but there was nothing more adorable. “Come here, let me get a picture.” You made Willow lay on the bed, and put Hunter next to her, you wanted to send the picture to him, but you’d rather him be surprised by your outfit choices for the night. “Hello!” Tyler called from downstairs, Willow giggled carefully moving away from Hunter, “careful, hold the shirt up so you don’t fall!” You called as she took off out of the room, her response faded out as she bounced down the steps, you following with Hunter curled up in your arms. “Hey baby!” You heard Tyler gasp, “what do you think you’re wearing?” He questioned her, lifting her up into his arms. “We missed you so much, we figured why not dress up as you.” You explained, making him look up and see you in one of his shirts and Hunter in little grey sweatpants, Tyler threw his head back in laughter, “are you surprised?” Willow asked him, arms clasped around his neck, he hummed in agreement as he kissed her cheek before coming over to you. “Hi.” He whispered before pecking your lips.

“Hi.” You repeated, smiling as he pulled away, Willow wiggled her way down to the ground, allowing him to take Hunter from you. “Hey bud, looking good.” He mumbled kissing across his chubby cheeks. “And mama, as beautiful as ever.” He winked over at you. He smirked when you rolled your eyes with a smile, “movie night!” He declared, bolting up the stairs with Hunter to go change. You chuckled as you ordered pizza, deciding to make it a fun simple night. You knew that it wouldn’t always be like this, but you knew that whatever life through at you, you two could make it work.

“You know, I’ve got all I could ever want right here.” Tyler mumbled as you sat curled up on the couch with two sleeping kids on your laps. “Me too, Ty.”

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[tastyykpop]

𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

•pairings: enemy, barista and student!jaemin x student and barista!reader

♡𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡♡

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•warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, brat taming, crying kink, hair pulling, choking, small praising, small size kink, degradation (slut, whore), dumbification (sexual and non sexual use) nanas kinda mean :( but gets a lil nicer :), jaemin refers to himself as nana a lot mostly when they do the dirty, bulging kink, pet names (princess, baby, baby girl, little girl, pretty girl), unprotected sex (please be safe), slight face slapping (he slaps her once), rough sex clearly, some sexual tension, I hope i got everything

You were fuming!

The boy in front of you not even batting an eyelash, just laughing at the mess dripping down your face.

You smelt like an iced americano.

People around you held their hands to their mouths in shock and others tried to hold back their laughter. Some even pointed at you or gave sympathetic looks.

It wasnt like people were surprised anymore. Jaemin always had something up his sleeve for you. But he never went as far as pouring his coffee on you.

"Aw poor baby. Do you need a napkin?" He faked sympathy with a pout and his friends began laughing. You just got up and walk by them, making sure to bump into jaemins shoulder on your way through.

It was almost everyday that Jaemin would do something so uncalled for. It was like he was made to push your buttons. Even as you're walking out of the college building, you can still hear the boy laughing at you. Or maybe it was the other students. Either way, you wanted to kill him.

As you trudged towards your car, a sense of relief washed over you. A great happiness that only comes when you finished your classes and could go home. Only this happiness stayed for a good 2 hours until you have to go to your part time job at the cafe with your favorite person of course. But its not like you can quit. You need the money so you can live and get the education you need, no matter how hard it is being with him.

It was then when you sat in your car and the squishing in the seat made your face curl into a scowl, only made you think of ways to get away with murder. It was gross really. The seats were sticky, plus your hair and clothes were sticking to you like lip gloss. A shower would be perfect right about now.

"Hi y- oh..." Your roommate, jimin, stared at your messy state. Giving you a good up and down before shrugging his shoulders, "jaemin?"

You sighed, walking over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, "Who else? Its always him."

Jimin gave you a small smile and came closer as if ready to hug you but didn't because he didn't want to get sticky. "You know, maybe you should quit that job."

"No."

He groaned and snatched the water that you were about to sip, "Why? You'd only see jaemin in school. And you wouldnt have to stick with his bickering in work." He huffed, shaking his head, "Girls are so difficult sometimes."

You tried leaping up to grab the bottle from jimin, but all he did was hold it above his head. You stomped on his foot in return. Jimin huddled over and you snatched the bottle, smirking with victory as you put it to your lips.

"You fucking snake." Jimin hissed in pain.

A laugh fell from your lips as you walked by him, completely ignoring his words and his pain, "Im gonna take a shower."

Once you got to your room, the first thing you did was grab your work clothes, a towel, and underwear and got ready for the warm shower.

After you switched on the water and let it heat up, you stepped in and immediately felt at peace as the water cascaded over your body, cleaning off the almost dried coffee. Your hair felt lighter, like a feather and your fingers could now slip through the strands easily without an issue. The scent of your body wash overpowered the coffee smell and you felt much better. Water, soap, and coffee were beginning to fill the drain as you finished washing up. You rolled your eyes at the sight of the murky water. What a bastard.

For once you were actually happy to wear your work clothes after what had happened earlier. The clothes actually felt comfortable and jimin was becoming more and more confused as to why you were hugging yourself with a huge smile on the couch.

"No one should be that happy after a shower." He started flipping through channels on the t.v.

"Dont tell me how to feel, I dont smell like jaemins coffee anymore." You gushed overdramtically. Jimin could only role his eyes.

"Please...you act like he's a demon of some sort."

You squinted your eyes at jimin and flared your nostrils, "he is. Hes a nasty, dumb, annoying, self centered-"

"Okay okay I get it! You hate jaemin! The funny thing is you can never get his name out of your mouth." Everything stopped and your head snapped in jimins directions.

"What are you saying?" A frown found itself on your face, jimin leaned closer.

"Im saying that maybe you might like him."

You shrieked in disgust, blocking your ears with your hands. Jimin laughed at your reaction. Almost falling off the couch in the process. "Ew! Gross! Why would you even think that!"

"Like I said, you can never get his name out of your mouth. I think its pretty obvious you like him." He was still giggling at you except your face was anything but happy, more grossed out at how he thought you could like such a person

"I can't stand you. I'm leaving for work." You stood up and jimin did nothing to stop you from going. Even though you still had about 15 minutes until you normally leave. "Ill be back at 9." The door slammed behind you, leaving jimin alone with another laughing fit.

You got in the car and drove off to your work, still trying to come up with a reason as to why jimin is saying all this. Sure maybe you talk about jaemin a little lot but that doesn't mean you like him. Its very much the opposite and jimin should know that. It only frustrates you the more you think about it. Liking someone like jaemin? Please. That would be your nightmare.

As you pulled up to the cafe, there were only a few other cars parked. Few were from other workers but the majority were most like customers or people just trying to get a free parking space. Lucky for you, there were many open spaces, unlike when you come later and they're filled. Maybe leaving earlier wasnt such a bad idea. It saved you the 3 minute walk.

"Y/n! You're just on time!" One of your coworkers, irene, called out as you stepped inside the shop. "We need help back here!" You had no time to even begin to say your shift hasn't started yet when irene took you by the hand and dragged you to where the coffee was being made. "We have a bunch of online orders coming in so can you please help us with the coffee and food?" She tossed you a brown apron for you to put on and you nodded, trying to get your brain to speed up with everything in the world.

It was so quiet when you walked in that you never even realized that the back was busy. Coffee cups were filled and put into trays for orders, food was being heated or baked. It was a chaotic place right now and all you could do was help. So as fast as you could, you began with the first order on the screen. A large mocha with extra extra sugar, whipped cream, and chocolate curls. Easy enough you thought as you reached for a cup but a hand beat you to it.

Your eyes looked up at the person in front of you and just when you thought everything was going fine, it wasn't, "What are you doing here so early?" You asked bitterly.

"I always come in early. What are you doing here so early?" Jaemin asked whilst holding a death grip on the cup.

"Just felt like coming early." You muttered, watching as jaemin turned away with a scoff, quickly cutting the conversation short. "Bastard."

Jaemin was busy making what you were originally going to do, so you looked for another order to get ready. It was just two cake pops and a small strawberry banana smoothie. Something you've been craving recently from the lack of sweetness and fruit in your day to day life.

The cake pops and smoothie were quick to make and were soon sent off to the customer. You happily beamed and wished them good day once they left.

After then there was a familiar face with a friend right next to him, he was quite handsome you must say. He was indeed so handsome that he just looked unreal. "Hey jimin. Whose this?" You nodded towards the bright black haired man.

"This is taemin! He wanted some coffee so I brought him- hey stop staring at him!" Jimin snapped you out of your trance and taemin chuckled.

"Its okay shes cute." He eye smiled, showing off his perfectly white teeth. He's definitely not real.

Jimin tsk'd, "Until you get to know her."

"Yeah yeah... whatever." You smiled at him, completely oblivious to what he just said.

They both ordered and took a seat next to the window. You were still staring at taemin with your head in your hand until someone tapped your shoulder, "Who are they?" Jaemins voice rang in your ears, making you stand up straight.

"Thats my roommate, jimin, and his friend taemin." You glanced back at the boys, mainly at taemin and just stared like he was your first crush.

"Quit staring your gonna scare him away." Jaemin said earning himself a chuckle from you.

You stuck your tongue out, "He called me cute."

The boy smirked from ear to ear and leaned in close to your face, "He was lying." You grumbled and pushed him away from you, getting annoyed by his presence very quickly.

"Jaemin and y/n, get back to work we have orders to do!" Irene called out. Both of you quickly returning to your stations and getting things ready.

"Look at him. Hes basically waiting for me to come over to him." Seulgi, another person in this school you dispise, said as she looked at jaemin in the back of the room. She wasn't very quiet either considering you were only a few seats away from him. So it only meant that jaemin could hear her, but chose to ignore it. Typical boy.

"Honestly. He looks so good today too." Sana, her best friend, commented.

"Oh and did you hear what he was planning on doing today to y/n? Apparently he's gonna-"

"Class get back in your seats, we have much to discuss." The professor stood in the front of the class. Everyone shifted and moved to their appropriate places and waited for the teacher to begin. Unlike you, who was wondering what seulgi was going to say next. If its something worse than coffee being poured on your head, you may just have to bury yourself six feet under after this.

As you were taking notes something flung towards your head and hit you on the side, looking over was jaemin with a smirk was he held his fingers in a sling shot shape. A rubber band was laying on your lap. Then another one. One even hit your cheek creating a small smack sound as you winced in pain. Oh you desperately wanted to get out of this seat and punch the boy in the face.

"Excuse me sir!" You called out, raising your head. The whole class looked at you and your cheeks began to heat up. "May i go to the restroom?" The professor nodded and you headed out. Not until you stopped in your tracks from a loud smack to your butt, causing the whole class to turn around again.

Jaemin was enjoying this, the way you stared at him with wide eyes and open mouth, made him just want to do it again. He never thought this reaction from you would be so entertaining and he tried his best not show it, with only a small smirk covering his face.

You rushed out of the room, faster than ever and leaned against the nearest surface you could find. Not only were you questioning reality, but also why jaemin just did that.

"That little bitch." You said to yourself as you paced back and forth in the hallway, staring at the ground.

"Excuse me?" Jaemin voice rang in your ears as you looked up with a angry red face. Steam was even coming out of your ears and nose. "Did you just call nana a bitch?" He put his hands to his chest and pouted, "Little girl you need to learn some manners." Jaemin tilted his head to the side and began walking forward.

"Shut up." You had nothing else to say as you grit your teeth, looking at the ground.

Jaemin didnt like that and grabbed the back of your neck to make you look at him, "What? Did your stupid head stop thinking? Your normally so chatty for nana what happened?"

"Jaemin i-" you cut yourself off as you felt jaemin grip the back of your neck tighter causing you to moan in pain.

"Stupid girl." Jaemin whispered, forcefully pushing you away. It was not strong enough to make you fall but at least stumble.

You glowered, earning yourself a chuckle from him. "What will it take for you to leave me alone!?"

"Bring this to table 15 please! Thanks!" Irene smiled as she handed you a small cup of iced coffee and you took it, taking it to its designated place. What you didn't except was to see taemin again, gleaming up at you.

"Hi y/n." He smiled and you tried to remain calm.

God how is someone so beautiful?

"Hey, I didnt except you to come back." You returned the warm smile and started to play with the apron around your waist.

Taemin giggled, "I actually quite like this place, its cozy." He began to take a sip from the straw, eyes still trained on you. If only you weren't so awkward with him, you wouldve found something to say other than staring at him and indulging in the beauty before you. But lucky for you someone behind the counter called for you, quickly averting your attention back to work.

The next order was a shake, so you grabbed the correct ingredients and began using the blendor, when someone came next to you, doing the same thing "You seem like your having fun flirting around." The unwanted conversation with jaemin began, "makes nana kind of jealous."

"Hm funny." You ignored him and continued blending the ice cream.

Jaemin casually rolled his eyes and glanced down at your nonchalant face before returning back to the blender, "you know you really do piss me off."

You sneered and snickered to yourself, "what are you gonna do about it?"

"I was thinking of fucking you dumb or until you know your place but maybe thats a bit too rewarding."

The cup was removed and set aside from the blender with your hands placed on your hips, "Im sorry what?"

"Did I stutter?" Jaemin raised an eyebrow and also put the cup down. You went silent, not knowing whether or not to just laugh it off or quickly run away. "And I'm still waiting on my apology."

"One, I am not going to apologize to your bitchy ass. Two, even if I did let you, you could never 'fuck me dumb', it just wouldn't happen. Now stop trying to get in my pants."

Jaemin opened then closed his mouth about to say something, but didn't and just put on a sweet smile, "Go take these to table 7 for nana." He said like he was testing yoj.

"Why? You made them."

"Nana told you to do something little girl, now do it." Jaemins sweet smile was still plastered on his face yet it intimidated you enough to do as he said.

Taemin was long gone when you walked out and you were kind of sad as you weren't able to say goodbye before he left. You placed the shake down on the table and was ready to walk away when you heard your name being called.

"Y/n? You work here?" Seulgis voice spoke as you turned around. Both her and sana were looking at you with shit eating grins.

"Doesn't jaemin also work here seulgi?" Sana asked the girl in front of her and seulgi looked as if she got the brightest idea.

"Oh yeah! Y/n can you get jaemin over here? Pretty please?" She asked sweetly yet with a hint of sourness and you listened, not feeling like ignoring her at the moment.

You told jaemin that seulgi and sana were out front looking for him and he nonchalantly went out without question. Leaving you to do some of the work alone, which you didn't mind considering its jaemin, the annoying bastard who won't leave you alone, but he does help you whenever you need it. And right now, it was a bit busy, and you needed it.

After doing 4 more online orders and sending them off through the driveway, jaemin finally came back with a scowl on his face looking ready to beat someone up. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" He raised his voice only loud enough for you to hear. But you were quite confused on what was happening.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, tilting your head to the side like a puppy.

Jaemin groaned, "I knew you were fucking dumb but come on y/n! Why is seulgi covered in the shake i gave you?"

You paused for a moment, unable to answer that. Is he assuming you spilt her shake on her? Why would you even do that in the first place. Yeah you don't like her, but you're not going to stoop to her or his level. "I dont know."

He slammed his hand on the wall near your head, startling you a bit, "You dont know huh?" You shook your head slowly. "Seulgi and sana both said you purposefully spilt the shake on seulgi. Now answer me honestly. Is that true?" You shook your head again, feeling really small and helpless under his strong gaze.

"I-i didnt spill t-the skake." You muttered quietly.

He inhaled sharply, "Then who did huh? Or maybe you don't know because you're so dumb."

"S-stop..." you frowned, looking down at floor, but jaemin had other plans and made you look up at him. A single tear slide down your cheek and you swear you saw a small grin appear on his face.

"Tell nana what happened." His voice became softer as he swiped away the stray tear on your face.

You huffed, still afraid that he'd do something to you although you knew he wouldnt purposely cause you pain. "W-well she asked me to go get you, which I did, a-and her shake was perfectly fine when I left."

"Are you saying she purposely spilt the shake on herself to make me angry at you?"

"Y-yes."

"Ill believe my little girl for now, but if I find out you are lying, you will be in big trouble got that?" Jaemin lifted his hand off the wall and proceeded to walk back out of the room. Leaving you shocked at his words and still frightened by an angry jaemin.

You went to the cash register once jaemin left to get ready to count the bills until you heard jaemin and seulgi arguing. Lucky for them, no one but you and him were working right now. Irene went home earlier and the normal crew always leave around 6:30, leaving just you and jaemin.

"It was only a prank nana. No need to get so worked up. And besides you didn't even prank her today, be glad I did for you." Seulgi said smiling at the boy in front of her.

Jaemin physically cringed when he heard his nickname roll off her tongue, "you didn't have to do that."

You stood there watching, astonished how jaemin was standing up for you. Hes supposed to hate you. Jaemin didn't even bother going with the girls when they offered him a ride, instead he stayed with you and even helped close. Something he normally doesn't do because he leaves before you and gives you all the hard things to do.

"Hurry up and finish." Jaemin spoke. A little bit of anger still laced in his voice.

"Whats your rush?"

He sighed, "I wanna go home. Plus I can't stand this place right now. I'm pissed."

You finished wiping down that last table and walked over to him, "Just go home then."

"Not without you."

You gave him a dirty look, "im not going home with you."

Jaemin leaned down, his face only inches from yours and whispered, "Remember what I said earlier hm? I wanna fuck you dumb." He then grabbed your waist bringing you closer to him, if that was possible, "Can I do that pretty girl? Can nana fuck you so hard you won't even remember anything but my cock?" You were so lost in your mind that everything became a blur. Jaemins words sounded so sweet but were so lewd. And you were so close to kissing him until he put his finger on your lips, "But you have to wait." You frowned and were only getting more angry by the second. You went from not wanting anything to do with jaemin to just about ready to beg him to kiss you. Was it that easy for him to get in your head? Or were you so sex deprived that now jaemin seemed somewhat interesting?

You laid on jaemins bed getting bored with the constant teasing. He never did anything but that. Jaemin would get close to your lips and back away as you chased him. Hed chuckle and coo at you for being so desperate. But that wasn't the point of all the teasing. He really just wanted you to beg him to kiss you. No words will come out of his mouth telling you to beg, he just excepted it to happen sooner or later. But youre too stubborn to do so, so you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him, catching him by surprise.

Jaemins hands gripped your wrists and pulled them off his face, pinning them to the bed, "You didnt even ask to kiss me." Jaemin pulled away, raising his eyebrow high, "Dont you think thats a bit mean."

"So was teasing me, but I let you continue." You huffed, trying to free your wrists from his death grip but it was no use.

"You dont have a say on whether i continue or not. I'm in charge here and you take what I give you, understand?" You rolled your eyes. It was your intention to make jaemin angry. You wanted to push his buttons.

What you didnt know was that not answering jaemin correctly would earn you a slap to the face. And jaemin was not even fazed by it.

"Dont roll your eyes and answer nana." Jaemin smiled. "Can you say 'yes nana'?"

"Y-yes nana."

"Good girl." Jaemin muttered and began slowly kissing your jawline down to your neck, sucking here and there creating shades of purple and red marks. Oh how he loved the marks he was leaving.

You so desperately wanted to grip onto jaemins hair and pull it but he never budged his hands, only tightening his grasps. As he continued attacking your neck, you began to lift your hips up to get some sort friction. Jaemin noticed and shifted so that his thigh was in between your legs and rubbing against your clothed core. A spew of quiet moans left your lips but you wanted more. Jaemin was going to soft and slow for your liking.

"I thought you were going to fuck me dumb?" You said and jaemin lifted his head to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Patience baby. You aren't ready yet." He let go of your wrists and took your shirt off. The cold air made you shiver and jaemin chuckled. "I wanna make you cum at least 2 times before I fuck you."

"Then stop talking and do it." You replied, pushing your hips up to rub against his thigh, but they were pushed back down on the bed.

"Didnt I say to take what I give you?" Your head slowly moved up and down and jaemin smiled, "so why arent you happy with what nana gives you?"

"I want more..." you sighed as he started to slide your pants and panties off, discarding them somewhere in the room. His mouth slowly started kissing your inner thighs and you could feel your heat dripping with anticipation. You whined for more but only got a slap to the thigh telling you to be quiet. Needless to say you didn't listen and continued to try to get him closer to where you needed him most but pulling his hair.

Jaemin groaned grabbing your wrist again and pushed it away roughly. His patience was wearing out. You were more stubborn than he thought, but that doesn't mean he can't still break you. "Next time you do that, I'll flip you over and beat your ass till its purple." Your breath hitched and as much as you were tempted, you wanted to be able to sit for a few days so you stayed put and kept your hands to yourself.

But the desperation was getting to you and you wanted relief which jaemin wasnt giving you until you felt his two fingers circling around your clit. "P-please jaemin." You moaned as he flicked your clit with his middle finger. Then soon enough he stuck two fingers inside you. Your pussy automatically clenching around his digits as he moved at a steady in and out pace.

It felt so good. His fingers felt so good. They made your body twist in pleasure as more moans left your mouth. Jaemin was watching your face closely as it contorted with pleasure. He loved seeing your eyebrows bunched together, so focused on the way his fingers worked inside you.

"My pretty slut. Taking nanas fingers so well." He gushed, still watching your face. Jaemin could feel himself get even more painfully hard but he didn't want to fuck you just yet. He meant it when he said he wanted you to cum 2 times. So he picked up the speed with his fingers, your hands landing on his forearm that was resting on near your hip. "Are you gonna cum for nana princess?"

You frantically nodded your head as a wave of pleasure washed over you. You could feel your cum leak out of you as jaemin leaned down and began eating away at your cunt.

"J-jaemin! So...go-good!" Your head flew back as his tongue sucked on your clit and a loud moan filled the room.

Jaemin smirked against your heat, "I haven't even fucked you yet and your already sounding like a dumb whore. Its so easy to break you princess."

"N-no its j-ju-...." you whimpered as your brain wasnt even trying to help you function right. His tongue was extraordinary. "Mmmm."

"Aw my dumb little princess is so cute." He muttered diving back into lapping at your soaked cunt. It was almost as if on cue and without warning, you were cumming again. Jaemins hasty tongue took it all. Groaning at the taste of you in his mouth.

He sat up over you, grabbing your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue. Deepening the kiss by grabbing the back of his hair, jaemin couldnt help but moan a bit as his cock brushed against your thigh. He felt big. Bigger than the few guys you've been with and you were ecstatic.

You tugged on jaemins pants and shirt as a way to tell him to take them off and he did after getting off of you and sitting on the edge of the bed. His abs were more defined than you thought and when his cock sprung free, your mouth started watering. Jaemins smirk only grew watching you stare. He was starting to get cocky

"What? You wanna suck my cock?" Jaemin asked sweetly.

"Yes please." You reached over to try and touch him but he didn't allow you. And smacked your hand away. It was a way for him to tease you and you hated it.

"So kind for nana now. Ealier you were so cock hungry that you decided to be a brat. Did nana finally break you?" Jaemin whispered as he moved a piece of hair out of your face, looking at you with fill admiration.

"No you didn't break me. But I wanna suck you off." You whined as jaemin picked you up and sat you just above his cock, the tip teasing at your entrance.

"Too bad. Now I want you to sit." Jaemin said looking into your eyes. You obeyed with a little hesitation. His cock was surely going to hurt you so you took it slowly and started lowering your hips. "Fuck...thats a good girl." Jaemin praised, watching his cock dissappear between your legs and your tummy get full with his cock. "My baby's so tiny you can see my cock in your belly." He said, pushing down on the area where he was imprinted in you.

Slowly you started moving, lifting your hips up and down. You were wet enough that he could easily slide in and out with no problem.

Jaemins head fell back as he sighed with relief, grunting as you picked up the pace, "So tight for nana." He whispered and you moaned back loudly. His cock stretched every inch of you to the point where it felt like you'd split.

"More more more." You whined against jaemins neck, gripping his shoulders tightly. Carefully jaemin flipped you both over so he was on top and continued pounding into your destroyed cunt. He kept a hand around your neck squeezing it every so often as a choked out moan left your throat.

His cock was so deep and fast that you couldn't think straight. You kept blabbering about his cock. Only thing on your mind was how nice he felt inside you. Jaemin bit his lip as he smirked at you, grabbing your hair and bringing your face close to his, "Now will you admit that I fucked you dumb and say your nanas dumb slut?"

"Y-yes, I'm na-nanas dumb sl-slut." You cried, tears falling down your face from how good he felt inside and if you thought jaemin couldn't go any faster, he did. His thrusts were hard and rough, sure enough to hurt your thighs tomorrow as he pounded relentlessly. "So close." Your voice came out choked as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You held on to jaemins hand that was on your neck as he helped you with your orgasm.

Jaemin wasnt far behind you with his and groaned loudly, "fuck, where do you want it princess?"

"I-inside." You moaned as the feeling of hot cum was shot inside you. Jaemins hips kept moving him through his orgasm until he slowly came to a stop. Both of you panted loudly, there were even a few tears falling down your cheek here and there.

Jaemin slowly pulled out, making sure not to hurt you, and he laid beside you. "You did so well." He kissed your forehead. "Cmon ill carry you to bathroom so we can take a bath." He said picking up your worn out naked figure with so much care. Making you forget he was your enemy.

[yourmcu]

Mesmerized (ii)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Request:

@lostaurorax​ said:

hii!! i love ur writing i was wondering if u could write a natasha x reader fic were reader is part of the guardians of the galaxy and they come to the compound and natasha is just starstruck but reader plays kinda hard to get and then just a bunch of fluff !

Word count: 2,551

A/n: basically a day out with Natasha. you like having her around. she likes having you around. Part 2/? (more notes at the end of the fic!)

Warnings: mostly fluff, but ending’s pretty angsty (help), some thor fluff in the beginning, jealous!nat if you squint

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

gif not mine!! credits to the owner^^

After Natasha left your room she immediately goes straight to hers. She barely falls asleep.

She stares at the ceiling, absorbed in her own thoughts. She tries to shake away the heat rushing to her face whenever the moment you kissed her on the cheek replays on her mind. All it took is someone like you to get one of the toughest people in the compound turn into mush.

She never believes in the ‘love at first sight’ bullshit because, well, it is bullshit. It’s impossible to love someone you just met. But who knows, right? You might just be an exception.

No, Natasha frowns. I just like her... a lot. It’s different.

The next morning, her run consists of her planning out the date day with you, where she’d take you first and stuff. She stops by the front gate of the compound, suddenly worrying. She wants to impress you. But what if you don’t like what she had in store? What if you think she's boring?

You're the type of person that almost likes everything and you’d express it kindly if you don’t. Boring you should be the last thing on Natasha’s mind.

Natasha walks into the kitchen to hydrate herself but halts once she saw the mess you and Thor had all over the counters.

“Wait, hold on- no, that’s - oh god, Thor, that’s too much batter!” You smack him on the arm and laugh, tilting your head a bit to figure out how you’d get the large pancake out of the pan.

“Oops,” Thor says sheepishly, turning around to put the bowl back on the counter, noticing Natasha’s confusion. “Oh don’t worry, Natasha, we’ll clean up after we’re done.”

The mention of the redhead makes you turn as well. “Good morning, Nat.” You beam. Normally, Natasha would sent a glare to anyone who calls her that, someone who isn’t a close friend, but with you... instead of a glare her eyes light  up. Giving you a small smile, she greets you back.

“I thought you were going out?” She questions, passing by you to reach the fridge.

“We were, but IHOP’s closed, under maintenance they said,” Thor sighs and you hum in response. “It’s quite alright. I heard you guys are going out anyway-”

Natasha lowers the water bottle from her lips, staring at him. “You heard?”

You spin around to clean up after turning off the stove. ‘I didn’t tell him anything,’ you mouth to her, which makes her think Steve somehow knows of it already.

Thor lets out a laugh, grabbing the whole pan and twiddling his fork, “you two have fun.” He winks and walks out of the room.

-----

“They were so cute,” you look back at the newly engaged couple near the window of the restaurant. “And really, you didn’t have to pay. I can pay you back.”

Later that afternoon the both of you headed out. Natasha parked her car somewhere and since it was a nice day, not too hot or anything, you both strolled around the city to find a place to have brunch.

“Y/N, it’s fine. I’m the one who asked you out.” Natasha chuckles, remembering the way you pouted in there begging her to let you pay at least for your own food.

You huff, smiling. “Fine. But I’m getting you back.”

So far you were having a good time with her. You got to know each other more, she told you stories about some of the team’s missions from other countries which were relatively rare, her first encounters with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, and in return you told her some about your out-of-this-world missions with the guardians.

And no you didn’t tell her about the history of moon rocks or some shit, nor did you promise to bring her back some. Who even collects those nowadays? Natasha was more interested about your early life, on Earth, which you were thankful for. You were taken away from your father (the only parent you preferred and loved) who was pure human one day by your alien-freak of a mother which you inherited your fire powers from.

You don’t like talking about it. But with her you're surprisingly comfortable.

Natasha smirks. “So we’re going out again sometime?”

“Of course we are.” After two seconds of pure confidence you wish you didn’t say that out loud. “Well, you know, I won’t force you to something you don’t want it’s - it’s your call.”

You're in the middle of telling her about your favorite bar and diner, the one your father always takes you as a child and you even paid a visit there the last time you were on Earth.

“Huh. Isn’t that the one that just closed?” She recalls

“No, really?” You drag out the ‘no’, sighing. “They’re the best. They make their own iced tea and beer and stuff... and - oh!”

You feel something rub against your ankle: a fluffy dog who's looking up at you with its tongue out and its tail was wagging wildly. Natasha raises her eyebrows, her eyes trailing to the abandoned leash behind it.

“Hey there,” you kneel down to pet it with caution just incase its intention is to bite you. But it seems to be happy and tame. “Look, Nat, s’adorable.” Natasha chuckles briefly and starts looking around for a person who looks frantic and is finding, calling a dog. 

“This fella belongs to the animal center.” You caress the dog behind its ear while you read the information on its collar.

It isn’t that far, it seems like the dog just escaped as well because the guy running the center was unaware of its absence.

“Thanks!” Said guy smiles in appreciation, reaching out to take the leash out of your hand. Natasha’s mind is focused on how the guy looks at you for the first time. It's the exact same look she gave you that night. Mesmerized, as if it was love at first sight. She doesn’t miss how his hand brushes yours, completely intentional. “I don’t know what I’d do if you hadn’t returned him. The pups here just grew out of their mom’s milk and are very hyper. It’s a lot of work.”

You're completely oblivious to this, you’re just glad the dog is back to where he belongs.

“No problem, he’s very sweet.” You smile politely. “Are they up for adoption? It would really help you out if they were, you know, and this one here is well behaved.”

At this point Natasha’s just eyeing the guy like he’d pounce on you any minute now. He’s definitely into you and she doesn’t like it.

“You’re welcome to stop by anytime,” he grins, ignoring your suggestion. “Can I have your number?”

“Oh, I don’t have a phone...” you trail off.

“That’s right, she doesn’t.” Natasha steps in and she catches the guy off guard and surprised that the Black Widow is actually with you the whole time. Natasha intertwines her hand with yours, pleased with his dumbfounded reaction. “We’ll be on our way now.”

You didn’t expect that but you weren’t complaining. Her hands were soft, and it brought this comforting feeling you couldn’t explain. But you clear your throat once the both of you are a few blocks away from the center.

“Sorry, he gave me an off vibe,” Natasha mutters and removes her hand from yours.

“Don’t be, I appreciate you looking out,” you smiles. Her car was getting into view now. “If it helps you sleep at night though, he wasn’t my type.” You joke.

Turns out you weren’t completely oblivious.

Natasha merely scoffs, getting in the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

After the dog incident you both drove around different parts of the city. You went to a different mall to stroll around, commenting on anything you both saw that would somehow lead to a stupid story that happened at some point in your lives.

A local artsy bookstore, not gonna lie Natasha liked reading a good book when she had the time. So did you. It was nice to know that she’s the type of person who liked reading. Quill always got annoyed with you whenever he saw you reading silently in the ship (but when was he not annoyed with you?). The only ones that was willing to try and read back in space were Mantis and Gamora, bless her soul.

“These are good,” you mutter to Natasha. “All my books are on the ship, I think, but if I get to them I’ll let you read my favorite one... if you want.”

Last stop of the day. Natasha claims it’s a surprise.

“I don’t do well with surprises,” you whine, holding back a smile. “Just tell me.”

“No. And besides, we’re already here.” Natasha chuckles.

Your eyes light up on how stunning the scenery was. An edge of the cliff and below is a beach that doesn’t look like it’s visited by people everyday. The beautiful sunset, the sky made up of purple, orange and almost pink magnifies the calmness of the waves crawling gently to the shore.

“I always come here whenever I need to,” she says silently and exhales, walking over to you. “It’s the perfect place to go whenever those idiots get on my nerves.” You laugh lightly at her reasoning.

Natasha pats a spot on the grass beside her. She holds her gaze on you as you sit down, sighing. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” she manages to stop staring at you and look up at the sky instead. It's getting darker by the minute, the orange and pinkness started to fade as the sun went down, all of it replaced by light purple, darker shade of blue.

You're used to different colored skies. It would always vary and depend on what planet you were on, plus you always see those stars shimmering up above, so your focus is on the water and the waves. The way they move calms you.

“Thank you for today,” you murmur. “I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t expect any of this happening.”

Natasha hums. “I hope I wasn’t too boring.”

“Of course not, I think you’re very interesting and you’re fun to be with.” You say genuinely.

Once the sun is fully down and the moon had taken over the sky, the both of you get up to head back to the compound. “Eating out here would’ve been nice but Steve’s in charge with dinner, he wouldn’t be too happy if he knew we already ate.” The car ride back is silent, but the good kind. A content, comfortable one.

Okay so, your stay took more than a few weeks. 

You grew close with the amazing group of people, plus your good relationship with Natasha just kept growing and... just got better.

Thor stayed too because he didn’t have a choice, but he didn’t mind. Rocket left one pod for both of you to use that’ll send you to wherever Quill’s ship was up there. 

You and Natasha went out when you had the chance, taking turns treating each other to stuff. You learned that Thor included your books when he packed you a bag, and now Natasha was borrowing one of them.

Sometimes you’d join them on missions. You did a great job every time, not wanting to be a burden to a team you weren’t officially in. Sometimes you’d join Steve into a sparring session at the compound’s gym.

Speaking of which, he’s treating both you and Natasha as if you’re dating.

“Would you look at that, your girl managed to give me a bruise. She’s a keeper.” Steve tells Natasha.

“You totally deserve that.”

You also started sparring with Natasha. And Tony caught on with the whole ‘dating’ thing from Steve.

“Oooh, am I interrupting something here?” Tony smirks. He's going back and forth visiting the compound and coming home to his wife and daughter at their cabin. It's working out though. “I think the mat’s unsanitary. Take this to the bedroom.”

“Oh shut up, Y/N was just working on her tackling.” Natasha grunts, leaving you sprawled  on the mat, exhausted. “It’s getting sloppy. We’ll go again in a minute.”

-----

“Y/N,” The devastating tone of Natasha’s voice makes you look up. “Quill’s calling. He’s looking for you.”

“What?” She doesn’t answer but instead motions you to follow. In her office is a hologram of your fellow half-human and he looks distraught.

You step in front of the hologram so he can see you. 

“What happened to a few weeks, L/N? It’s been almost three months!” Quill says. “Look, come back, bring Thor with you. Our distress signal goes off almost every day and we can’t keep doing this without both of you.”

“Alright, how much time do I have before you lose your cool?” You reply sarcastically, but you're also worried and didn’t want to leave. You know better than to argue with the guy.

Natasha doesn’t want you to leave so suddenly. There’s limited communication between you and her once you go back up there. She grew attached to you.

Quill gives you an obvious look. “As soon as possible! Just - just get back here, please?” Then he abruptly ends the call.

You roll your eyes and left the room to pack, barely noticing Natasha hunched over, visibly sad and anxious that you’re leaving.

She loves you, and now you’re leaving without that knowledge.

You told Thor about it when he passed by the open door of your room. He didn’t look thrilled to be leaving so suddenly. After packing everything up (on his part it wasn’t that much) he offered to carry your bag for you as you said your farewells.

“Sorry guys, duty calls,” you sigh, hugging everyone. “Seeing as Tony’s not here just tell him I’ll miss him or something.”

“Will you come visit soon?” Wanda asks as she pulls away from your hug.

“Definitely.” You turn your head when Steve nudges you, nodding his head to the direction where Natasha is shifting, pacing, avoiding any eye contact.

You walk over to her. She tries holding back tears as you did. She grew attached to you and now you’re leaving. “Hey Nat,” you cup her face, trying to get her to look at you. “I’m sorry. I don’t wanna leave either, not right now, but-”

Natasha kisses you, pulling you close to her as much as possible. Tears fully streaming down her face. She’s never felt this way before, about anybody, for a long time.

But let’s face it, you both know you loved each other. Maybe the both of you just knew that if you got together, it’ll be extremely hard for your relationship once you left. The long distance relationship thing. Even if you aren’t, it's already too painful for Natasha, like she's caught off guard or something. None of you knew that today's your last night on Earth.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Natasha whispers after pulling away.

You smile sympathetically, wiping her tears away with your thumb. “You know I’ll come back, right, pretty girl?” Natasha exhales shakily and pulls you into a hug.

“You better.”

----

I found a song for this fic-series whatever, please I’m so proud of myself the song reminds me of this story

I’M ANNOYED THAT I HAVEN’T PUT IN MUCH ABOUT THE READER’S FIRE ABILITIES IN THIS ONE BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY ANYWAY (they’re on a date she wouldn’t need it for anything)

[theamberwriter]

Bouncing Baby [4]: Sick Day

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Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,613

A/N: Wow, hi guys! It's been a minute! I hope that you all like this next part! I'm so excited it's finally done after all this time. Hopefully you all still want to read it! This was a lot of fun to write. I hope you all enjoy!! Also, I hate editing on Tumblr Mobile, lol

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You knew as soon as you woke up that morning, there was no way you were going to work. Your head was packed, your ears were stuffy and ringing, and your throat felt like sandpaper. You could barely open your eyes to shut off your alarm. You coughed, nearly puking as phlegm came up with it. You spit in the trash can next to your bed.

"Shota," you whined rolling over, and accidentally smacking him in the face with your hand. He grunted.

"You're not going to work today, are you?" he muttered, eyes still close. 

"Are you crazy?" You coughed and spit in the can again. "You know my quirk copies my physical state on other people. If I try to heal anyone, they'll all leave the office feeling like this."

"I figured as much, that's why I asked." 

Shota grabbed you, pulling your back to his front. You were worried about him getting sick. But you didn't protest the cuddles. They made you feel a lot better. You wished the two of you could lay there all day.

"I'll take Kohaku to work with me," Shota said as the third alarm rang. Reluctantly he sat up, placing his feet on the floor.

You rolled to face him, mostly asleep. Your head swam. "You don't have to. She's a handful."

"She'll be fine, nothing I can't handle."

"But your class - after everything that's happened...They still have so much left to learn. That's why I've been keeping her with me."

"Exactly, if they can't handle a child after this - there's no hope for them," your husband chuckled. You wanted to protest more. But your mind was getting dragged down into slumber.

You didn't hear them leave. Only waking to an empty house. For the first time in years, you were alone. No husband, no baby - it was unbearably quiet. But it was nice and serene. If only you didn't have a cold.

You glanced at the clock on the stove. Shota was three hours into work. You wondered how he and his class were faring. Little did you know, Kohaku would soon give them a run for their money.

Nobody had really questioned when Shota Aizawa walked through the halls with a baby that morning. A bag in his wife's favorite color was hung from his shoulder, and a black haired baby who was the spitting image of him on his hip. She was fast asleep against his shoulder. 

By that time in the school year, everybody knew he was married to one of the school's nurses and that the baby was theirs. The secret he'd been trying to keep, leaking out after only two weeks. All due to an incident where she phased through the walls, giving everyone a fright. 

It had been a regular occurrence after that that he'd watch the child in the classroom. Giving his wife a break to focus on her duties. So his class didn't much question the child either. Even though it'd been four months since they saw her last. The baby had grown much in that time.

Shota put his sleeping daughter in her playpen, then stood in front of his class. On his way to work, he'd thought of something fun. Something to give him a story to tell his sick wife to cheer her up when he got home. Maybe he'd even send her a video while the chaos ensued.

"Your morning classes will proceed as usual," he said. "However, your training later today will be different than normal."

Shota didn't answer any of his students questions. They would all just have to wait and see.

Their classes went by, lunch came and went. So far, Kohaku had been tame. He only had to erase her quirk a few times. Which she grew irritated at quickly. But she calmed down after All Might sat with her for an hour.

Kahaku napped after his visit. Shota right alongside her. He was glad she decided to sleep during the lunch period. He knew she was at her worst after nap time. But he wasn't concerned about it today. Today, her unruliness wasn't his problem. In fact, it worked great with his plan. It wouldn't have been as fun if she fell asleep in the middle of it.

Shota escorted his class to their training facilities once they all had changed. Kohaku was just beginning to wake up due to all the noise. She was still slumped against her father's shoulder. 

"Mr. Aizawa, what are we doing today?" Iida asked. "Is it some sort of special training?"

Shota smirked to himself. "Something like that. Today - you'll be taking care of my daughter."

There was a loud, collective WHAT?!

"We're not damn babysitters!" Bakugo growled.

"Don't curse around the girl, Bakugo!" Iida scolded.

Uraraka stepped forward. "She's only a baby, it shouldn't be too hard. Right?"

"Kohaku is very special. And not just to me and her mom. Kohaku is a year and seven months. However, as you may know, she already has her quirk," Aizawa explained. There were murmurs of oh yeah and shit, that's right. "My daughter can change the material her entire body structure is made of. Most likely to an atomic level. But, since she's only a baby, what she becomes and what she decides to do are totally unpredictable. 

"Your task is to watch her until the end of the day. I won't be erasing her quirk. Time out will only be called if Kohaku falls asleep or needs her diaper changed. If she's still in the facility at the end of the day, you've successfully completed the exercise. But if she gets out, even once, then I'm going to make you sit through sex education classes with Midnight for a week."

There was a collective shutter, aside from Mineta. He was way too into it. Nose bleed and all. Everyone else one could see them sifting through worst case scenarios. Shota knew Nemuri would be only too excited to show his class the ropes if BDSM. Quite literally.

Shota moved Kohaku's hair from her eyes. Checking if she'd gone back to sleep. But Kohaku leaned up, yawning as she rubbed her face. She grinned up at her father, then turned to look at everyone else. She leaned shyly back against his shoulder. There were a few aawwwws.

"You're playing shy now?" Shota chuckled. "You know them. They're going to play with you today. Would you like that? - I've brought a bag of her toys with us. Everybody take one. The first person she goes to gets to sit out a day of lessons if the class manages to fail. If the class succeeds, that person gets extra credit towards any class they're currently lacking in."

His whole class clambered for the bag. Pulling out cute little bunnies, and plastic rings, and soft books that crinkled when they moved. Bakugo was unlucky enough to get a teether that looked like a bowl of ramen that she'd recently chewed on. He turned white when her spit coated his hand. He seemed about ready to destroy it.

"I would like to note," Shota added. "That if any of the toys are ruined by a student, it's an automatic failure for the entire group."

Everybody turned to Bakugo. He glared them down, snapping an insult. Shota sat on the floor, and a few people followed. He put Kohaku on his knee, turning her towards the class. She seemed mesmerized by her selection of toys. 

"Do we have any questions before we start?" 

Iida's hand shot into the air. "Mr. Aizawa, could you please tell us what materials your daughter can turn herself into?"

Aizawa nodded. "I was wondering if any of you were going to ask. Lucky Iida did, so that you all can be warned. - So far, Kohaku has done four things. One, she can become a rubber-like substance. If she falls or jumps off something, she'll bounce. After each subsequent one, she will become faster indefinitely until she hits something she can't bounce off of.

"Two, she can become heavy metal. When this happens, Kohaku can't be picked up or knocked over. This is often how she pushes over her playpen. However, the metal is soft and scratches easily. Which means that, when she deactivates, she'll have cuts in her skin. Third, she can turn her skin into a diamond material. Unlike with the metal, she can't be hurt in this state. But she is light and can be moved. Finally, Kohaku has figured out how to make her matter permeable. You all have met Mirio, of the Big Three. It seems to be similar to his quirk.

"She may be a child. But children are unpredictable, and Kohaku is particularly rambunctious once she warms up to you. If you all can handle villains, I see no reason why you should have any trouble with my daughter. Does anyone else have anything to ask?"

When the class remained silent, Shota nodded. He bounced Kohaku on his knee for a moment while he spoke to her.

“Okay, Kohaku,” Shota started. “Which toy would you like to play with?”

He stood her on her feet, making sure she was balanced. She sucked on her thumb as she slowly started to wobble towards the class. Some began to shake rattles at her or crinkle books. A few started making the noise to call cats. Shota rolled his eyes, you couldn’t pspspspspsss at a baby.

Finally, she wandered over to Todoroki. He’d been sitting quietly, watching her. His eyes grew wide as she crawled in his lap, reaching for the rabbit in his hand. Todoroki froze as she pulled herself up to stand on his thigh. She held the rabbit closely, while gripping on to his shoulder for balance. Shota made sure to get a photo on his phone of Todoroki’s terrified face.

“Are you okay, Todoroki?” Asui asked. 

The corners of his mouth pulled down as he lifted up Kohaku and held her in front of him. She gurgled happily, jingling the chime in the rabbit.

“You scared of a stupid baby, Half and Half?” Bakugo snapped. He came over and took Kohaku from Todoroki’s hands, causing her to lose her grip on the rabbit. For once, Shota was glad when Kohaku started to cry. This was the beginning of the end.

Kohaku quickly turned herself into heavy metal. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep a grip on her. But she ultimately slammed to the ground. Kohaku gurgled happily, though Bakugo glared. She’d narrowly missed crushing his foot.

Shota watched on, laughing to himself, as Kohaku began to phrase through the large training terrain in the middle of the room. Students followed, leaping up into them. Trying to figure out where she might be in the structure. 

“There!” Kirishima called from the other side. 

Everyone followed, disappearing quickly, and Shota went to get a higher vantage point. Kirishima dove for Kohaku, but she went right through his fingers. He looked at his hands in disbelief, then watched as she teetered away. A few people tried to grab her, but she went through all of them.

“Oh, c’mon!” Kaminari whined. “She’s going to get out!”

“She’s not a dog, sweetie,” Ashido said, rolling her eyes.

“She’s still heading for the wall! Which means -” Kaminari paled, so did Ashido when she remembered what Kohaku’s escape meant.

“Todoroki,” Asui asked. “Where’s that rabbit you had?!”

Todoroki glanced over his shoulder. “I put it back in the bag.”

“That’s okay, I think I can replicate it.” Yaoyorozu flicked quickly through her book, then focused. Not long after a semi-perfect replication of Kohaku’s rabbit sat in her hands. She shook it, and the chime inside jingled. Kohaku stopped in her tracks, one hand held up to the wall. 

Kohaku searched for the sound, sputtering happily as she found the rabbit. She waddled over to Yaoyarozu , hands extending as far as her little arms could reach. Yaoyarozu picked her up, jingling the rabbit again. Kohaku seemed happy as long as made noise.

"That was way too close!" groaned Uraraka, slumping to the ground.

"I guess we gotta keep her entertained," Kirishima noted. "But how? Yaoyarozu can't keep making toys."

Aoyama butted in then, radiating sparkles. He grinned at Kohaku. "Allow moi to try. Prepare to be amazed, mon petit!"

However, Kohaku wasn't the least bit impressed by his belly laser. Even when he tried to make it flashy, like fireworks. Shota knew that'd never work on her. He chuckled at the display, taking a picture.

"She's just as mean as Mr. Aizawa," Aoyama whined. He curled into a ball, tears slipping out. The whole class groaned. 

Uraraka was next to try. She held out her arms, which Kohaku reluctantly went into. It took Yaoyarozu giving Kohaku the rabbit to hold.

"You wanna go for a ride?!" Uraraka grinned then activated her quirk. It was a moment before Kohaku could process what was happening. But when she realized she was floating high above the others she began to cry.

"Uraraka! Put her down!!" Ojiro yelled.

Uraraka panicked, flailing for a moment. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"

When Uraraka released her, Kohaku fell right into Shoji's arms. Which she did not like very much. Kohaku wailed loudly, clearly not a fan of the multi-limbed hero. Mineta panicked and began trying to juggle some of his balls.

Ashido marched over, swiftly taking Kohaku. "Gimme her, you guys don't know anything about babies! It's okay, sweetie, Auntie Mina is here to save you from these idiots."

She sat down, Kohaku in her lap. Then started making faces at her. Kohaku's crying eased, and there was a moment of relief as she began to giggle. Though even that was short lived. Ashido decided to take Kohaku on a surf around the room. Only to have her goop splash and melt down Kohaku's newly made rabbit. That led to another bout of crying.

"And who were you just calling idiots?" Kaminari asked snidely.

Ashido whined. "Shut up, Denki! It was an accident! Here! - Tsu, you take her!"

"Me?" she asked, pointing to herself. But Kohaku was already in her arms. The two stared at each other. "You can definitely tell she's Mr. Aizawa's daughter."

Kohaku laughed as Asui's tongue hung out of her mouth. She reached for it, tugging, and catching poor Asui off guard. Kohaku stretched and pulled her tongue, gurgling in glee.

"Do you want me to take her, Tsu?" Midoriya offered. Kohaku has been playing with her tongue for five minutes at that point. Anyone could tell how uncomfortable she was.

Asui nodded. "Thanks."

"C'mere, little Kohaku," he cooed, trying to pull Kohaku off. She didn't want to let go. No matter how much he tugged and pulled. Asui even tried to retract her tongue.

Aizawa snapped a picture of the tongue of war.

Finally, Kohaku let go. But so did Midoriya. Everyone watched in horror as the baby went flying.

"What the hell, Deku, you dunce?!" Bakugo growled. 

Kohaku smooshed against the wall, then sprang back, careening towards the floor. She began to laugh and sprang off the floor as Sero and Kaminari hit heads trying to catch her.

"That's right!" Iida announced. "Mr. Aizawa said she can turn into rubber and bounce. - But she'll get exponentially faster. We have to catch her before she becomes too fast to see." 

"We better do it soon, look!" The sleeve of Hagakure's uniform pointed up at the training terrain. Kohaku was bouncing off one level then the other. Shota dodged expertly as she passed him, she was nothing but a blur.

A few went to catch her, but she even escaped Iida's swiftness. Soon there was nothing but ominous bouncing and maniacal giggles echoing. No baby in sight.

"We're too late," Tokoyami shouted. "It's going to be impossible to catch her now."

Jiro kneeled. "Not impossible. Hanta, when I signal -" 

Sero nodded, readying to shoot. Jiro plugged into the floor hearing every place she hit. The floor, the wall, the terrain, the ceiling…

"There!" she shouted, pointing to a space in the air.

Sero shot tape. To everyone's surprise, it wrapped around something. Kohaku appeared, pulling him with her velocity before she sprang back and hit him. Knocking them both to the floor. Kohaku cooed happily from her spot on Sero's chest. He gave a weak smile and a thumbs-up, trying to get the wind back in him. 

Kirishima went and picked her up. He grinned at her. But she seemed unsure of his pointed teeth. "That's an awesome power you got, little dude! Mine's not half as cool." 

He hardened himself up and Kohaku was instantly mesmerised. She turned herself into diamond. Clinking her hands against his hard skin, sputtering out happy gurgles. 

"Really? That's all it took?" Hagakure wondered.

Something strange began to happen the longer Kirishima played with Kohaku. She began to deform her skin. Eventually, it writhed and wriggled. Her whole body trembled. She took partial form once, twice - three times. Kirishima stared in awe as she settled on her final form.

"Oh wow!" He held Kohaku up to face his teacher. "Hey! Mr. Aizawa, look! She has a new ability!"

For the first time in over an hour, Shota joined his students. They all crowded around to what happened. In Kirishima's arms sat a baby that looked to be made of rock. Her skin was hard and rough, even crunchy! It had ridges, similar to Kirishima's when he hardened all the way up. Shota snapped a picture of the pair. 

Kohaku laughed, reaching for her father. Shota was surprised to find she was very dense. Not impossible to hold like the metal baby. But she felt like a small boulder. Very weighty and sturdy.

"Look at you," Shota chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I'm very proud of you, Kohaku."

Kohaku went back to normal. Shota wrinkled his nose as soon as she did. He held her slightly away from him. Apparently all that effort to change made her soil her diaper. He wasn't the only one that smelled it. A few others were covering their noses. Some even gagging.

"I'm going to change her. I'll be back in a few minutes." Shota took her to a side room with the diaper bag. He decided it was time to give his wife a call.

"Hey," she croaked as the line crackled to life.

"You sound worse than this morning," he noted grimly. "Are you taking care of yourself?"

[Name] coughed. "Of course. I've had three glasses of water today. Plus I've been downing cough drops like candy."

"Drink more. I'll pick you cold medicine on my way home from work."

"I can go get it, you have Kohaku -"

Shota rolled his eyes. "I can handle her all on my own."

"Has she been good today?"

He grinned to himself. "Exceptional. I'm changing her now, so I thought I would call and check in on my lovely wife."

"I can't wait for you guys to get home," [Name] admitted. "It's unnerving how quiet it is. And I haven't been away from Kohaku this long before. I keep thinking I hear her crying."

"You need some rest." Shota frowned. "I'll call you again before we leave. We love you."

[Name] sighed in defeat, much too tired to argue. "I love you both, too. I'll talk to you later."

Shota hung up and finished changing Kohaku. He washed his hands, then took her back to the gym. "Are you ready to continue play time?"

All of his students had a new heir of determination. They'd seen what she could do now. Shota didn't know if they'd come up with a plan, or we're just being over confident.

"You have just over an hour until the end of the day," he announced. "So let's make this interesting."

"Wait - didn't Mina destroy one of her toys?" Midoriya asked. The class paled in realization. "Shouldn't we be out?"

Shota shook his head. "The toy Ashido melted down was made by Yaoyarozu. It wasn't one I brought with us. So you all haven't failed - for now. At the moment, only Todoroki and Kirishima are safe -"

"Why is shitty hair safe?!" Bakugo blazed.

"He helped her realize a new ability. I think that's a feat that deserves to be rewarded."

Kirishima grinned. "Awesome! Thanks, Mr. Aizawa!"

"Which leads me to the next part." This whole, honestly, couldn't have gone any better. This was better than he'd originally planned. "I want to see if anyone else can help Kohaku develop her quirk. As long as she isn't hurt, you can try to encourage her any way you see fit. The offer from earlier still stands. Anyone who succeeds is given extra credit, if you win. And gets to skip Midnight's, most likely elicit, sex education class, should you fail. - Your time begins now."

Shota put Kohaku down. She immediately went to Kirishima and rocked up. He hardened up himself as he picked her up.

"Maybe it isn't manly, but you're just so adorable," he said and gave her a little squeeze. 

"Oi, shitty hair!" Bakugo raged, marching over. "How is anyone else supposed to get a chance if you don't put the brat down?!"

"Insult my daughter again, Bakugo," Shota warned, eyes glowing. "And you'll wish Nemuri's class was the worst thing in your future."

Bakugo huffed. "Yeah, whatever."

"So…." Kirishima chuckled awkwardly. "Who wants to go first?"

"I'll give it a go!" Sato stepped forward, downing a thing of sugar. Kohaku was unimpressed as he powered up and flexed some. He gave up pretty quickly.

"It's okay, you tried your best," Ashido encouraged as he passed her. 

Kaminari stepped up next, flashing electricity in the palm of his hand. Kohaku seemed to enjoy the show, but there was no sense that she was trying to change. 

"Oh, c'mon," Kaminari groaned. "Don't you want to be an electric baby?"

"So she can fry herself and be as dumb as you?" Jiro teased. "I think not."

"Alright then, you give it a go!" Kaminari slunk away dejectedly.

Jiro and Kohaku exchanged a long glance. Then she extended her earphone jacks towards her. However Jiro retracted them immediately as Kohaku reached for them.

"Sorry, Kohaku," she said and jerked thumb behind her. "But you're not doing to me what you did to Tsu."

"You all aren't doing it properly," Iida scolded, stepping forward. "Allow me to demonstrate. Kirishima, put her down."

Kirishima did as he was asked. Kohaku was not very pleased. She went back to normal as she eyed Iida.

"Look here, little one," Iida instructed. He showed off his leg engines, revving them for show. Kohaku tilted her head. 

Iida took a sprint around the room. Then came to a stop in front of her again. Kohaku laughed at that, reaching her arms out. 

Iida shook his head. "Now you try."

Kohaku pouted. Kirishima laughed. "She wants you to pick her. Maybe if you took her on a run with you?"

Iida glanced between his classmate and the baby. Finally, he sighed and picked her up. He tucked her to his chest with one arm, then took off into a sprint. Shota had a feeling her hair was going to be a big knotted mess afterwards.

Kohaku looked slightly green as they came to a stop. Iida put her down, then gave her a small lecture on how his engines work. How she could incorporate them. But, honestly, she was a baby. So of course the whole thing was lost to her.

"You do know that's not how children work, right?" Uraraka asked.

Ashido crouched in front of her, conjuring a whole hand of grey mush. "How about you become a slime baby for Auntie Mina?"

"You sound stupid," Bakugo snapped. "Stop calling yourself that."

Ashido threw the slime at him. "Why don't you shut up?! Nobody asked you!"

It took a few people to cool him down. The sound as his hands began to pop got Kohaku's attention. She crawled right past Ashdio, who was still trying to coax out a slime baby. Kohaku sat staring up at Bakugo, watching as his hands crackled.

"What're you looking at?" he snapped, glaring at her. 

Kohaku stood as the popping stopped, and pulled one of his hands into her own. She looked closely at his palm and then flipped his hand over. She seemed dissatisfied. Kohaku made a soft pa, pa, papa, pa.

Bakugo frowned. "What are you doing?" 

"I think she wants you to use your quirk again," Sero pointed out. Kohaku continued to make the soft pa, papa, pa, pa, paap.

Bakugo sighed. But he did crouch to her height. "I need my hand back to make them pop."

Kohaku seemed to understand and immediately let go. Bakugo took a step away and lit his hands up for her. Kohaku squeezed in glee. She threw her hands up, making louder pa, papa, pa, pa!! She began running around again. Kohaku ran back through the terrain.

"Oh, way to go, Bakugo!" Mineta groaned. "You scared her. Now she's going to get out!"

"Shut it, extra," Bakugo snapped. "I didn't scare her."

"Not with his quirk, anyway," Kaminari snickered quietly. Bakugo turned to him, blazing.

Everyone went back up and over. Kohaku was nowhere in sight.

"Oh no, we lost her!" Ashido exclaimed. "I am not sitting through Miss. Midnight's class with you people!"

"She's not lost!" Midoriya exclaimed. "Look, over there!"

He pointed down by the far wall. Sure enough, Kohaku looked ready to go through it. 

"We won't reach her in time," Todoroki said.

Midoriya launched off. "I got her."

Unfortunately he went right through. Smacking face first into the wall.

"Idiot, Deku!" Bakugo took off after. "I'm not going to fail babysitting because of you!"

He landed, popping his hands again. Kohaku turned to him. She crawled over Midoriya, going to sit and watch the show.

"Wow, Bakugo is surprisingly good with kids," Ashido said, faintly.

Everyone dropped down to sit by Kohaku. There wasn't much time left. They just had to keep her entertained for a little while longer.

"Hey, Todoroki! Why don't you make some snow?!" Hagakure cheered.

Kaminari looked incredibly confused. "What?"

"Do you really think that will work?" Kirishima asked.

Hagakure nodded, even though no one could see it. "Sure, nobody can resist playing in the snow!"

Todoroki touched his hand to the floor. It iced up. Then a large flow started, not quite freezing all the way. Bakugo was not pleased as it crashed over him, dousing his flames. Kohaku's head popped out of the snow. She giggled happily as she looked around.

"What the hell, Half and Half?!" Bakugo yelled, melting the slush around him.

Kohaku crawled through the snow. She started taking chunks in her hand and compressing them. Everyone was a little confused when it congealed into ice. Until Kohaku started to tremble again. She stretched and jellied and shook. Then, finally, took form. This time, she looked to be made of ice. 

Shota snapped another picture. "Maybe we should let her see quirks in use more often."

"Aw, man, that's not fair!" Mineta whined.

"I mean, of course Todoroki would be good at this. He's good at everything." Hagakure shrugged. 

For the first time, Kohaku seemed to notice her. Just a uniform with no body seeming to be attached. Kohaku wandered over to her. She put her hands on where Hagakure's face should be. She was definitely surprised there was something there.

The disturbed look on Kohaku's face faded quickly. She patted Hagakure's face a few more times. Then began to shake again. She flickered a few times.

"This is amazing," Uraraka said in awe. "How do you think she's catching on to quirks so fast?"

"Observation, I suppose," Iida noted. "Look!"

Finally, Kohaku managed to flicker all the way out. Just a t-shirt and pants. She giggled to herself. Hagakure picked her up and hugged her tightly.

"I feel so flattered," she cried.

Bakugo grumbled. "She probably would've picked up my quirk, if you extras hadn't distracted her! Then she'd a real power!"

"No offense, Bakugo. But the last thing Mr. Aizawa and nurse [Name] need is another one of you," Kaminari said.

Bakugo was ready to argue again. A few people scrambled to cool him down. Shota admired the scene as they fought. Kohaku was coming along quite well. Better than he'd expected. He and [Name] had been afraid to let Kohaku around people while using their quirks. But he was starting to see how it's be beneficial to her.

Sure, there were things she'd figured out on her own. But she was very smart for her age. And her abilities with her quirk, the control, the range - it would make her something of a prodigy. He would have just to make sure to lead her down a good path. But not feel like she was being forced to do anything she didn't want to.

Shota wondered if any of the other hero courses would mind the exercise. That way Kohaku could be exposed to more, so she could learn. He'd have to have his wife take her to sit with the class beforehand. So she knew them. Then he'd take on the day of exercise. Just in case her quirk needed erasing.

"Enough of this," Iida yelled, finally. "We've nearly completed the exercise. Just a few more minutes, then you can argue about this outside."

Bakugo huffed. Kohaku became visible again and wriggled out of Hagakure's grasp. She went back to Bakugo. Pa, pa, pa!

"Yeah, pa," he groaned. He lit his hands up. But everyone nearly ran as Kohaku became an inferno. The flames were wild. Blazing and licking at people. She tottered from side to side. Melting the snow Todoroki had created.

As she tried to run off, fire still uncontrollable, Shota thought it was time to step in. He leapt down and joined his students.

"That's enough, Kohaku," he scolded. His eyes glowed and his hair flowed around him. Her flames were immediately doused. She tried to flick them back on a few times. But nothing worked. She wailed as she realized she couldn't do it anymore. "If you can't use your quirk responsibly, then you aren't going to use it at all."

Shota picked Kohaku up. She must've been getting tired from using her quirk, and playing so much the last few hours. She was getting cranky. But Shota knew she'd zonk in the car seat on the way home.

"We're calling it early, Kohaku is tired," Shota said. He wanted to add and so am I, to the end of it but refrained. "I'm proud of how each and every one of you did today. Surprisingly, you all passed. Congratulations. You're better with children than I thought."

"So - no Midnight?!" Ashdio asked excitedly.

Shota shook his head. "No, you saved yourselves. Barely."

"Uh, should someone take Deku to Recovery Girl?" Asui asked, leaning over his slumped form by the wall. "I think he knocked himself out earlier."

"Asui, you and Uraraka take Midoriya to the nurse's office while I finish up here."

Uraraka went and lightened up Midoriya, then her and Asui made their way out the door. 

"Todoroki, Kirishima, Hagakure, Bakugo - you all get extra credit. If you don't need, or want it, you're more than welcome to give it to someone else. Just let me know who."

"I know exactly what I'm using mine for!" Hagakure cheered.

"C'mon, man," Kaminari groaned, tugging at Bakugo's sleeve. "I know you have perfect grades! Give me your credit!"

Bakugo glared. "Get off me!" 

Kirishima awkwardly went up to his teacher. He grinned shyly. "Hey, Mr. Aizawa, if you ever want a babysitter, I'd be more than happy to watch Kohaku. Whenever you need."

"I'm sure she'd like that. I'll keep that in mind," Shota noted. And he would. Kohaku really seemed to like him, and he and his wife hadn't gone on a date in ages.

"Mr. Aizawa, is that all for today's exercise?" Iida asked. "Are we free to go?"

"Yes. But first - I just wanted to say thanks to all of you," Shota started. "You all did well handling her. There doesn't seem to be a scratch on her. She's learned a lot, but still has a long way to go. I know she'll keep today with her, even when she's older." Shota checked the time. They really had made it to the end of the day without an incident. "You're all free to go."

"Hey, Mr. Aizawa," Ashido started as the group left the facility. "Why did you bring Kohaku today?"

"Because even nurses have sick days." 

Kohaku slept on the way home, and while in the store. Shota couldn't wait to get home and tell his wife about his day. The one he'd planned all for her. He was sure she'd cry laughing so hard. It was all worth it if he could cheer her up, even a little bit.

The house was dark and quiet when they got in. He didn't bother flicking on any lights. Just in case it woke up Kohaku. Instead just setting down his things and going to look for his wife. She was curled up in their bed asleep in a mountain of tissues, some DVD rolling credits on her laptop. Shota laughed to himself. 

He moved everything and laid Kohaku down next to her mother. His stories would have to wait. For the time being, it was family nap time. That was truly the perfect ending to the day.

~

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