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MHA Scenarios - First Meeting (Part 2)

Pinky/Alien Queen

The first time you met Mina was when you were much younger.

She had been in the friends group that you always admired and it had taken you a while to work up the courage to speak to her. Everything about her screamed her confidence and you looked up to her in almost every way possible. She was beautiful, her quirk was powerful, and there wasn’t a person alive who could dislike her.

But she had hardly noticed that you were there. At least, you had believed that you would slip under her radar. She wouldn’t know that she was your inspiration for your school choice and that was fine by you.

And yet…

Your name was called only a few minutes after you stepped through the main gates. A blur of pink nearly bowled you over and Mina practically picked you up with the strength of her hug.

“I didn’t know that you were coming here!” she squealed. “This is so cool! I was super worried that I was going to not know anybody here. Did you get into the hero course also?”

You laughed awkwardly, stepping away despite not really wanting to stop the hug. It was odd to stand before her and realised that not only did she know who you were but she was excited to see you.

You hadn’t just been a background character in her massive friend group.

“I didn’t try for the hero course,” you explained. “I’m here for the marketing course.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Wait, really? Your quirk would really suit being a hero though.”

“I know but it’s just not for me.”

Mina grabbed your arm then, walking closely by your side as you entered the large school. “That’s okay! I’m going to need a good marketing team one day when I’m out saving the world. Who better than somebody who’s known me since middle school?”

“You’re like the sweetest person in the world,” you pointed out. “Anybody with a brain cell will adore you when you’re a hero. Your marketing probably won’t have to do anything at all.”

She smiled proudly at your assessment. “Imagine if I make it to the top 10 without even working for an agency. I think I’d be like the first, right?”

You didn’t actually know the answer but, luckily, it seemed to be a rhetorical question anyway.

“I haven’t met anybody from my course yet and I’m super nervous,” she continued. “I saw a few kids during the exam that I am certain got in so I can’t wait to meet them. Hopefully they’re all super nice. Also, I can’t wait to see what they’ve done with my hero outfit! You should see what I sent in because I think you would love it.”

“I’m guessing it works for dancing as well as hero work?” you asked.

She nodded excitedly. “Do you expect anything else? I actually don’t think I’ve ever asked but do you like dancing?”

“I mean –“

You didn’t get much time to answer before she spotted somebody and excitedly grabbed your arm. “That guy was in my exam!” she said. “I just knew he was going to make it! You should see how awesome his quirk is. I’m going to go say hi.”

She raced off into the crowd, heading for somebody that you hadn’t quite seen. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face at the thought of continuing to be in the same school as her. Perhaps now, without the distractions of others, the two of you could become actual friends.

You held your head high, excited to meet others in your course and learn some things to speak to her about in the coming days.

Red Riot

There was no place in the world quite like your home. Returning after far too long, you were extraordinarily excited to revisit all your favourite places and meet up with people.

Except that most of your friends had moved away from home in order to live on school grounds. And your favourite street food vendor had disappeared. Even the park had removed the swings that you had so many good memories associated with.

And thus, what had started as a great day had quickly gone downhill.

You found yourself just walking around, snacking on something small and hoping to just relax a little before having to unpack. Much of the place felt dull and uninteresting – not even the stuff that had remained being enough to cheer you up. It was honestly a little miserable and you had been hoping for some excitement.

Your request to the universe was thankfully answered when you finally spotted a familiar face standing outside the massive gates ahead of you.

Slowly, you made your way over and grabbed Midoriya’s shoulders playfully. The friend that you once knew would have jumped but laughed at it once he saw you.

He didn’t do that.

You yelped in pain as he spun around and grabbed your wrist tightly. He had never been strong before but now his grip felt like it could break bone.

The moment he recognised you, he released his hold and you backed away feeling thoroughly embarrassed.

“That was a bit excessive,” you commented dryly when he said your name.

“I am so sorry,” he said, quickly holding up his hands. “I thought that you – I mean, you gave me an awful fright.”

“No problem,” you said though your wrist still smarted. “I was going to do it to Bakugo originally.”

As though he magically heard you mention his name, the blond lifted his head from where you had spotted him beyond the gates. His ever-present snarl was still on his face and it only deepened when he spotted you. “I thought you had gone off and died somewhere!” he snapped, loud enough that many students turned to look curiously.

“You wish I had!” you responded. “I didn’t think they would let you into such a fancy school. I’m impressed.”

“And I’m disappointed that they let you back into the city!”

“He’s as sweet as always,” you said, turning back to Midoriya who looked at least slightly happy to see you. “I’m glad that you got into your dream school. You were always working so hard to make it happen. How did you do it?”

“I got a late quirk,” he chuckled.

A shadow fell over you and you turned to give Bakugo a glare. “You’re standing in my sunlight. Could you move?”

He was about to respond, undoubtedly with a cutting remark when a red-haired guy smoothly stepped around him. “You must be from their middle school, right?” he guessed, holding out his hand. “I’m Kirishima.”

You were beyond confused at having your impending fight interrupted. Bakugo didn’t seem to feel the same way, instead looking resigned. This happened often then.

You introduced yourself though, keeping your surprise well hidden. “It’s lovely to meet you. I’m sorry you have to be in the hero course with these two. I doubt they’ve gotten better with their constant fighting.”

“You’d actually be surprised. Their rivalry is just so manly and inspiring,” he enthused, looking for all intents as though he genuinely believed it. “But they’ve actually been getting along better recently.”

“Really? Tell me some details?”

Before anybody could protest, Kirishima began expressing how the two had slowly been growing to respect one another. Most of his praise fell onto Bakugo (who was giving you a look that promised you would die very soon) and you made sure to inject playful comments every now and then.

At the very least, your day was getting better by the minute.

Shoto

Sometimes people would call you a disappointment. They were rarely people of importance – at least in your life, and it was something you’d learned to ignore them in a healthy childishness sort of way.

Despite what all those people thought, you weren’t a disappointment.

And it certainly was unfortunate.

Your parents weren’t pro-heroes but they held great sway in other ways. Ways that earned them a seat at many tables and an introduction at others. And that was how you made connections and earned your own reputation. Though accourding to many, the latter wasn’t something that you should be proud of.

You walked with your head held high and accepted any words that they offered to you with a simple smile and the occasional rude gesture.

It had served you well enough until you found yourself at some stuffy gala with nobody to talk to. On the surface, you had expected everything to continue in the same way that it always had.

But your parents stuck closer to you than ever. Normally they would disappear to socialize but tonight was different.

You found out why when they marched you almost directly to one of the world’s most intimidating people.

The Number Two hero himself.

Perhaps it was because of your normal personality but he made you uncomfortable. Everything about him ate at you and made you want to fight. But you merely introduced yourself and wondered what it was that he wanted.

“Your quirk is admirable,” he said. “If rumours are to be believed.”

“They’re rarely reliable,” you said.

He glanced at your parents, seeming to have a silent conversation with them before nodding. “Wait here,” he said.

Your parents disappeared to go talk to people but both gave you equally strong warnings – though their own came mostly through looks than actual words. Leaving wasn’t an option, no matter how long it took. And it really felt like absolute ages before Endeavor reappeared, his youngest son trailing behind him.

“Shoto and you are close in age,” he said. “Speak to one another.”

That… wasn’t what you had been expecting.

Shoto Todoroki didn’t want to be there but his dislike for the event seemed to go even further than your own. Though he didn’t frown, his deadpan spoke volumes and an uneasy atmosphere settled over you both. Once Endeavor marched off, you were very much expecting him to leave but he remained, staring at you.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hi.”

You chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of your neck. “I haven’t really been told to make friends since I was much younger…”

“This isn’t about us being friends,” Todoroki said. “This is about creating a good reputation with your parents through our connection. They already get along well but this would undoubtedly benefit them both.”

“Oh,” was really all you could say.

“Business as usual,” he responded.

“So, you’re not up for being friends?” you asked, half-joking because you were unsure what else to say or do in this type of situation.

“I don’t care much either way.”

You could go off and cause trouble. It was tempting to be caught sneaking food into your bag again or climbing to the roof and taking selfies. But those were the things that you always did at these events. Never did you interact with anybody and you were, admittedly, curious about the burn that covered the younger Todoroki’s face.

“Well, we should talk then,” you declared. “After all, we are a ‘similar age’.”

He rolled his eyes at your attempt at an impersonation of his father’s voice. At the very least, he didn’t seem to consider talking to you to be that much of a chore.

(I’ve begun writing a much longer Todoroki x Reader story with a similar situation. You can find it on by clicking here).

Shinso

People loved gossip. That was a sad but inherently true fact. Some preferred to keep away from the stuff and knew nothing about their own reputation but you liked knowing what they said about you. Thankfully, the majority of the time, it was good.

But that was unfortunately not true for everybody.

You heard them whispering about him as you entered class the one day. He always kept to himself but after the sports festival, Shinso had garnered many positive things said about him. You had never spoken to him yourself but you had thought that he was proud of how he could impress people.

Originally, you brushed it off as more speculation but the gossip sounded meaner than ever so you chose to listen in.

“No, I’m telling you, it’s scary as shit,” one guy was saying. “I began thinking all these really dark thoughts about like what I could do to people and stuff. It must have come from his quirk, right?”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, it was wild. I know you guys all think that he’s some big shot but we should be careful trusting somebody with a quirk like his.”

You cleared your throat, quickly drawing attention to yourself. It would be plausible if you didn’t know the main person describing his experience. He was always complaining about not getting enough credit or attention – never seemed to be without something rude to say about every quirk but his own.

And he had been getting steadily more jealous of the general course’s most famous student.

“There is no way that Shinso’s quirk could do that,” you said firmly. “Don’t you remember how it was described at all? It doesn’t take over your thoughts, just your body.”

The guy scoffed. “No offense class rep but I don’t think you know what you’re talking about. I got hypnotized yesterday, not you.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, willing to take the bait but unable to yet. Shinso normally got to class shortly before it began. So you waited until he arrived and then stepped in front of him with a friendly smile.

“Hey Shinso! I’m sorry to do this but I’ve been getting some conflicting answers about your mind control,” you said, projecting your voice just loud enough. “Could you show me?”

“Show you what?”

He sounded as though he had just woken up. You would have given him some time but you were on a bit short on it with class starting soon.

“How it feels to be under your hypnosis thing,” you said. “Apparently it’s kind of awesome and I was wondering if you could do it to me?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Is this a dumb bet?”

“Nope. I just want to feel it.”

He sighed heavily as though you were asking for the toughest thing in the world which, admittedly, you may just be doing. “Do you like ramen?”

“Yes.”

You felt as though you’d been plunged into an ice bath. All of your limbs grew cold distant, like they had been yanked from your grasp. Initially, you panicked but you focused on relaxing. Shinso was in control, that was all that was happening. You trusted Shinso wouldn’t make you do anything.

“Go and sit at your desk,” he said.

His words sent a jolt through your body and it began to moving, dragging itself to follow his orders. Once you were sitting, the warmth came back to you and you could feel your own limbs once again.

“That was so awesome!” you said happily. “Thank you! It’s pretty startling initially but once you remember what’s happening, it begins to make sense.”

He nodded and sat down at his own spot.

You made direct eye contact with the group who had been gossiping earlier and you gave them a dazzling smile. The main one gave you a dirty look but you ignored it, relishing instead in the proof that you now had.

Suneater

Everybody knew who the Big 3 within U.A. were. They were impossible to ignore but quickly made friends with everybody, at least, two of them did.

Having been in their class for your entire U.A. experience, you had watched their quirks develop and fought alongside them in many exercises. They tended to stick to themselves for team ups or wound up working alongside one another. You had respected that but now you were beginning to get curious.

So, the one day you walked up to Nejire and told her, “I want to speak to Tamaki.”

She frowned at you in confusion. You were friends and often hung out together which meant, “You’ve spoken to Tamaki before.”

“No, I’ve spoken to groups that happen to have him in them. That’s not speaking to him, that’s speaking around him. Whenever I try to address him directly, Mirio or you end up answering for him.”

“That’s just Tamaki,” she said, taking a bite of her lunch bar.

It was just after a pretty intense training session and everybody was feeling quite tired. Most of you snacked before returning to class, citing that you had had complications in removing costumes or something similar.

“But I’ve been in his class for three years now and I’ve never actually spoken to the guy,” you urged. “Can you blame me for being curious?”

“I guess not but he’s not going to have anything interesting to say. He’s pretty quiet about literally everything.”

“Still…”

“You can try.”

Later at lunch, you joined the group at Nejire’s request. She plopped you down directly next to Tamaki and grabbed Mirio’s attention from the moment the conversation started. They spoke about something arbitrary which left you to speak to Tamaki… who was making a point to stare at his food.

“Tamaki, how’s your training been going?” you asked.

He glanced towards Mirio who paused his conversation with Nejire to tell you all about this new move that Tamaki was working on. You smiled and nodded but you weren’t too happy with this.

Nejire sensed it and this time told Mirio that she needed to show him something. Tamaki made to go with them but she quickly said, “Nope, only Mirio,” and practically dragged him away.

Second attempt.

“You work with Fatgum, right?” you asked. “He’s one of my favourite heroes. Is he just as friendly in real life?”

Tamaki gave a small nod but said nothing else.

“Why’d you choose to work with him?”

There was a moment of silence and then Tamaki muttered out something about food-related quirks. It was so soft that he honestly may as well have not answered for all the information you got. You wondered if it was just you but you knew it wasn’t.

“During my patrols the other night, we found this gang with a guy who could create like spikes from his feet. They made him a surprisingly fast runner but we caught him eventually. I became a parkour expert during the chase.”

Tamaki didn’t respond at all.

So you sighed in way that you knew he wouldn’t notice and just resigned yourself to silence. It was better than speaking to yourself at least.

Minutes went by and you considered sending Nejire a message to tell her to just come back when Tamaki spoke.

It was still soft but it was actually directed toward you. “What happened to the rest of the gang if you were chasing one guy?”

You looked up with an excitement that you really hoped wasn’t too visible. “Well, thankfully I wasn’t alone and the other work study students got them. But of course, I ended up having to chase the fast guy.”

“They always try and get me to deal with the big groups,” he said. “Fatgum thinks my quirk is good for crowd control.”

“You know, I could really see that. Have you ever been like really out of your depth?”

“All the time. Once…”

And that was how you started your friendship with Amajiki Tamaki.

Tailman

Japan’s public transport system was one of the best in the world, that was something you believed with an utmost sincerity. But like anything, it always runs the risk of getting stuck behind a hero-incident.

You were on your way home from a day that felt like it had dragged by at the pace of a snail. Most of what you wanted to get done hadn’t happened so, though it wasn’t particularly bad, it was boring and bland. All you had been looking forward to was getting home and finally just sleeping for as long as you could.

The train jostled slightly as it left the station and you felt safe enough to let go of the grab handle for a short while. You knew the train route better than anybody else, having to ride it multiple times in a day.

You scrolled on your phone and just counted the minutes to each turn and hiccup in the train’s path. Everything was going accourding to plan.

And then, from somewhere outside the train, you heard a massive explosion.

A battle was happening in the city and you could see the glints of light from where you were standing. You reached up for your grab handle. Unfortunately, you moved too slow.

The train came to a jerking halt and you found yourself tumbling backward as it tried to continue forward. You accidentally slammed into the guy behind you, stepping on his foot and just about headbutting him.

The guy steadied you and helped you stand once the train had come to a full stop.

“I am so sorry,” you said, turning to face him.

“It’s no problem.”

He looked familiar enough that you stared a little – trying to identify where you knew him from. His blond hair and dark eyes didn’t stand out too much but then you spotted the tufted tail over his shoulder.

“You’re part of U.A.’s hero course, aren’t you?” you asked, a little too excited but unable to help yourself.

He seemed momentarily confused but a blush spread across his face, nevertheless. “Yeah, I am. How did you know?”

“I recognise you from the sports festival,” you admitted. “Sorry, I’m sure you get that a lot. And also, sorry for standing on your foot. Your quirk is really cool by the way and I’m talking a bit much now so I’m sorry.”

“You’ve apologised way too much now,” he laughed. “It’s okay and thanks. My tail often gets overlooked because of the flashier quirks.”

You frowned. “Really? But it’s so cool.”

He smiled and shrugged, as though resigned to a simple fact. “It’s just a tail.” He looked through the window. “Looks like the fight’s going to take a while.”

You couldn’t see much and most people were already clamoring to get to the best spot to watch. “That’s fine,” you said. “As long as Mountain Lady doesn’t break the tracks again… that’s happened to me before I had to walk for almost two hours to get home.”

He chuckled. “I’ve had something similar but my tram got overturned. Honestly, I hope to become a hero that never causes such extreme property damage.”

“I’m sure the city will thank you if nobody else does,” you joked. “And I will too… though, if I’m being honest, I don’t actually know your name.”

“Ojiro,” he said. “My current hero name is Tailman but it’s more of a work in progress.”

You giggled. “I like it. It’ll work great on merchandise, you know?”

“Thank you. What’s your name?”

You told him happily. Though the battle left you waiting on the train for almost a full hour, you didn’t mind at all because you spent the entire time talking about anything and everything. Right before you left, you had offered Ojiro your number and he had gladly taken it.

Tentacole

Some people said that you were far too skittish to be in a hero school. Well, most people said it. Honestly, it was quite offending but also very correct in almost every way.

Loud noises made you jump. Insects or insect-like quirks made you very uncomfortable. There was even somebody in the school who made lights flicker on and off, never failing to make you leave a room the moment that they entered. You tried to stick with your friends at all times but it wasn’t possible for them to always be there.

It was later in the afternoon when you walked through the halls to notice a dark sky overhead.

You shivered while staring up at it, knowing that a storm would definitely be rolling in soon. If you could, you would have headed home immediately and attempted to hide from the noise that was sure to come.

But you didn’t have that option available.

You made your way to your next class, avoiding people and keeping an unwavering eye on the weather. Perhaps you should have just pretended it didn’t exist because you saw the moment that lightning flashed. Thunder followed and you jumped.

Your bag nearly fell on the floor as you dashed to hide behind the least scary person nearby.

Who just so happened to be one of the hero course students?

You hadn’t meant to cower behind him but he was tall and gave off an insane feeling of protection. It had been instinct. But you quickly realised that you probably shouldn’t hide behind a complete stranger.

You forced yourself to step away from him and bowed your head in apology. “I’m sorry for my actions,” you said. “I just got scared by the thunder.”

He was incredibly tall and had a complete multiplex of limbs. A mask hid the majority of his face but when he spoke, you could still hear him clearly. “It’s alright. You don’t have to worry about the weather, you know? U.A. is well protected from any lightning or storm winds.”

“It’s more just the sound,” you said nervously, glancing toward the sky. “I’m a little skittish about it.”

“You’re skittish about literally everything,” somebody said as they walked past.

It was one of your classmates who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. You chuckled nervously and fought back the temptation to follow her to class in order to feel safe. Everybody knew that you were a nervous person and many found it funny instead of worrying as they once had.

You blushed and stepped away from him, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Sorry again. I really do get scared of everything.”

“It can’t be everything if you were willing to hide behind me,” he pointed out. “I’m pretty terrifying in my appearance.”

You scoffed at that, catching your rudeness seconds after it appeared. Hurriedly, you explained, “I don’t think you’re scary at all. Like your quirk is awesome and all but it’s not like you could kill me by not paying attention.”

“And you know many quirks like that?”

“I’m sure you do also.”

He nodded slowly just as another crack of thunder rolled across the sky. You jumped a little but managed to not run away. “Do you want me to walk you to your classroom? It might make you feel a little safer.”

You blinked at him. “Are you sure? Won’t it make you late also?”

“It shouldn’t.”

The two of you walked side-by-side through the halls, his height practically shielding you from the storm outside. You were eternally grateful, especially when the rain picked up as you were nearing your class. When you arrived, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you for the escort…”

“Shoji.”

Tsukuyomi

Being stuck in the dorms took some getting used to.

You found that you couldn’t sleep most nights, tossing and turning while trying to get comfortable. The need for them was clear but you couldn’t help hating the reason behind it all. Your home was comfortable and here you often found random mushrooms growing across the kitchen counters.

It was late one night and you had found yourself staring at the ceiling for about an hour before deciding to do something about it. You climbed out of bed and threw on your favourite jacket with little thought. There had to be something to be done.

You walked down to the main room and found that everybody had retired to their rooms. The kitchen was barren and the front door was… unlocked?

It certainly wasn’t meant to be but you didn’t question it.

Instead, you slipped out of the dorms and closed the door tightly behind you. The fresh night air invigorated your senses and you turned onto the main path. There was no destination in mind for you. All you wanted to do was walk.

When you initially spotted another person, you started getting nervous. What if the door had been a trick? Would villains try to lure students from their dorms?

But you soon recognised the bird-like features of a student from 1A. Tokoyami.

“Hey,” you greeted, waving so that he didn’t get a fright like you had.

He frowned and you both came to a stop, walking paths having led you face to face with one another. “I wasn’t expecting to find another person out here,” he said. “I thought these midnight walks were pretty uncommon.”

“So did I,” you joked. “Do you mind if I join you? Some company is always better than walking alone.”

He shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”

You fell into step beside him and the two of you strolled through the main areas of U.A.’s grounds. Neither one of you wanted to leave which worked out well. Fireflies drifted past your nose and crickets sang their cheery tune.

“Do you struggle to sleep?” Tokoyami asked.

“A little. The dorms are quite an adjustment from what I’m used to. What about you? What are you doing out here so late?”

Tokoyami looked up at the sky. “I’ve always liked the night,” he said. “The darkness is welcoming and filled with far less expectations than the day. It’s unfortunate that my quirk keeps me away from it as much as it does. Otherwise, I often think that I may just become nocturnal.”

“I get that. When I was a kid, I’d sometimes drag my blankets out to the garden and just sleep under the stars.”

“I never thought that the two of us may have something in common,” Tokoyami mused. “Though, if I’m being honest, I didn’t think too much of you. I know your class and your quirk but little else.”

You giggled. “I was just thinking about it. It’s surprising how little our classes interact even though we’re all working toward one goal.”

“It’s a pity, honestly.”

You glanced around at the darkness and a thought occurred to you. “Would you be fine with bringing out Dark Shadow here? Or are the streetlights not strong enough?”

“They’d be fine but I often like to have my thoughts away from him,” Tokoyami said. “With training, I’ve grown used to having him around constantly but sometimes, the quiet is nice.” He glanced at you. “I appreciate your company quite a bit though.”

“Oh, thanks.” It was a good thing that the dark could hide your blush so well.

Uravity

The roof of U.A. had become your safe spot for many reasons – not least of which was your ability to get there with an ease that befuddled many other students. Even you didn’t know if it was more because of your quirk or if you were just talented at climbing.

What you did know was that once you were up there, the rest of the world fell away and all you had to worry about was the clouds and an occasional bird.

One day, while you were relaxing close to the edge, a pen drifted past you. It was pink and adorable – floating through the air as though the laws of gravity meant naught to it.

You reached out and took it from where it was floating. It continued trying to leave your hands but, after a little while, the effect seemed to wear off. You twirled it between your fingers, wondering if it belonged to somebody in specific.

Then a second pen appeared and you took that one too.

It became a slight game. You allowed them to get high enough before capturing them and soon, you had a small pile of stationary in your pockets. They were surely coming from somebody and you planned to return them as soon as you got down.

Then, a small notepad appeared. On the first page, a little ‘Hi’ was written in cursive with a heart doodled beside it.

You flipped over to a new page and wrote your own greeting aside a quick flower. Then, you allowed the notepad to drift back over the edge. It rose for a short while but then gravity came back and it plummeted toward the ground. You watched it go and hoped that it didn’t land in dirt or anything.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem to because it soon came up with a new message. ‘I’m Uraraka. What’s your name?’

You wrote down a response and the notepad dropped again. Soon, it returned, telling you that your name was very pretty. That made you laugh and blush a little.

In return, you asked why she was sending notes to you and she said that she had been trying to get her quirk more accurate. Apparently, she could take away gravity from objects and she’s working on holding it for longer.

You asked if she wanted her stationary back and she said no, it was okay. You could give it back later.

Being a bit flirtatious, you had asked if she wanted to get a milkshake when you gave it back and, to your immense surprise, she said that sounded like fun. The conversation continued through the notepad with much laughter until you realised something sad. You had run out of paper to write on.

Uraraka realised this also and she put a sad face on the final page.

So you leaned over the top of the roof and glanced around to see if anybody was looking up. Sure enough, you quickly spotted a brunette who was almost directly beneath you and wearing a soft pink outfit.

You waved and received one in return.

Flipping to the front of your notebook, you scribbled down your number and put several arrows to make sure she saw it. To your surprise, she actually caught the notepad when you dropped it instead of letting it hit the ground.

She gave you a thumbs up when she noticed that you were watching. Soon, your phone buzzed as a message from an unknown number came through.

‘Hi!’

You took a picture of your view and sent it through, mentioning that she was smaller than you thought. She laughed and asked if you had good signal up there. The best, you were sure. Then your phone began ringing and you answered a video call with the cutest girl you had ever seen.

“I didn’t know you could get to the roof,” she laughed.

“With the right dedication, you can do anything.”

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holdmecloser-gandydancer · 3 years ago

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love and revolution

Magnus was intently working on a bookshelf. It was made of a beautiful, dark mahogany and, upon the request of the customer, was going to have dozens of birds carved into the sides and edges. He began sanding the shelves with a fine grit sandpaper. For a while, the only sound in the Hammer and Tongs was the soft, repetitive noise of wood being worn down.

The calm monotony was broken when the front door creaked open. Magnus looked up and grinned at the entrant; Julia Waxman, loaded down with bags from various merchants in town, had returned, the last dregs of the late afternoon sun trailing in after her. The sharp bite in the air let everyone know winter was just around the corner.

Magnus quickly stood up to relieve Julia of her burden She smiled and handed him half the bags in her arms. As the pair got to work unloading the bags, Magnus frowned. Everything Julia had brought home was either small, poor quality, or about to turn.

“This is what everyone had. Season’s been tough for farming and everyone’s raising prices to keep up with Kalen’s tariffs,” Julia said before Magnus could comment. She inspected the hard loaf of bread she’d been able to grab.

Magnus shook his head. For nearly a year, Governor Kalen and his cronies had been enacting increasingly harsh laws, oppressive curfews, and predatory taxes; the citizens of Raven’s Roost all felt the firm pressure of Kalen’s fine leather boots on the neck of their economy and of their freedom.

“How is everyone doing?”

Julia shrugged. “They’re all doing as well as they can. The Silverstrings are worried because their wheat harvest was half as fruitful this year as it was last year and a good portion of what grew was seized by Kalen.”

“Lucatiel?”

“His wool has largely been commandeered by Kalen. He hopes to be able to shear another large batch before winter hits in earnest but he’s uncertain.”

“And Therala?”

“Her herd’s dwindling. Most of the calves from this past spring either died or –“

“Were taken by Kalen and his pals. Right. Jules, how does he keep getting away with this?”

Julia laughed sharply and started putting some of the dry goods in the storage closet in the back of the shop. “Magnus, that’s just how things have always been here. For a while, anyway.”

“But how’d he even get into power in the first place?” There was nothing but pure astonishment in his voice. In the five years he’d lived in Raven’s Roost, he’d never quite been able to comprehend how someone so ruthless could have gotten the trust of the town; his friends and neighbors were good, honest folks and good judges of character. It made no sense to Magnus.

She puffed out her cheeks and thought for a moment. “He helped form Raven’s Roost into a proper town. We used to be vulnerable to bandits and those who sought to cause pain. He was stern but that kept us in shape. He used to be better. Genuinely. Not good, not at all, but not like this. His policies were never quite this harsh. I suppose he’s gotten greedy.”

“It’s senseless for him to dig this deep this quickly. If it continues like this, I don’t know that the town is going to last much longer.”

Julia said nothing. She knew Magnus was right but what was to be done about it? The two continued to unpack and put away items in silence.

“Papa won’t talk to me about how business is going here. Said he doesn’t want me to worry about things. How are we doing?” Julia looked at Magnus seriously.

He hesitated. Steven had specifically asked him to not discuss the business with Julia but when he saw her in front of him, firm hands anxiously picking at a sliver on the table, he found it hard to deny her.

“We’ve done better. I’m sure you’re aware the craftsmen corridor has been hit pretty hard by all the tariffs. Not only can we hardly afford to replace the tools and materials we need but the rest of the town can’t exactly afford our wares. We get the occasional customers,” he gestured to the bookshelf he’d been working on. “But we’re not doing great.”

Julia nodded and looked down. “That’s not exactly reassuring. But thanks for telling me.”

“Of course. Just don’t tell your dad I said anything,” he said sheepishly.

“Deal,” she said, glancing back at him with a smile.

Magnus sat on a bench outside the Hammer and Tongs and stared up at the moons. His teeth were chattering quietly but he wasn’t quite ready to turn in for the night. Isaiah Erksine, Kalen’s right-hand man, had distributed yet another list of tariffs and regulations to all the shops in Raven’s Roost earlier in the day. They were unconscionable; taxes and levies on every single scrap of material you could think of. Harsher curfews that made it nearly impossible for those in the craftsmen corridor to do much else besides make goods that nobody could afford. It was like the very essence of life was slowly being choked out of the town. Or, at the very least, the spirit of its inhabitants.

Magnus’s ruminative spiral was broken when he felt a thick, scratchy blanket draped over his shoulders. He glanced up and smiled; Julia, dressed far more sensibly than Magnus, darted a hand back through the doorway. In a moment, Magnus’s hands were wrapped around a piping hot mug of mint tea. Admittedly, the drink was more water than tea, but he drank it appreciatively.

“You seem troubled,” Julia mused, sipping from her own chipped mug.

“I am, Julia.” He confirmed, scooting over to make room on the bench. Julia mulled it over for a minute before sitting down. Heat was radiating off her like a fire and it took everything in Magnus to not immediately wrap his arms around her and hold her close. Though he did scoot a little closer. You know, to keep warm.

“I’d like to think that we could go a single week without tax hikes but it’s seeming more and more like a pipe dream,” she said flatly. “I hate this. I’ve lived among these people for as long as I can remember. Raven’s Roost is my home. When I was a little girl, I always used to think dream about the day that I’d get to raise my own family here. It felt like such a safe and warm place. And now…” She glanced at Magnus before she looked to the sky. “Now most days I feel like things might be easier if I just go somewhere else. And I don’t want that. I want to stay. I want to want to stay. I just don’t know that there’s going to be anything to stay for if this keeps up.”

“I want there to be something here for you,” Magnus murmured quietly, looking at Julia’s profile in the moonlight.

“Magnus, believe me, I don’t want to leave my home. I don’t want to leave –“ She looked at Magnus from the corner of her eye. “I don’t want to leave the people here. I just don’t think I can keep living under Kalen.”

“What if we don’t have to?” The words escaped Magnus’s mouth before he could even make sense of them himself.

Julia lurched and turned to look at Magnus, bewildered. “I’m sorry?”

Magnus had a choice. He could have easily retracted his statement. He could have laughed it off. But instead of thinking it over for any amount of time, he doubled down. “What if we don’t have to keep living under Kalen? What if we could still live here, in Raven’s Roost, but without that tyrant?”

Julia looked around before scooting closer to Magnus, their wind-chapped noses nearly touching. “Are you suggesting…” she took a breath, as though to steel herself. “Are you suggesting a revolt?”

Magnus could barely focus on the question with Julia this close to him. “I-I think I am,” his voice was near silent.

Julia nodded. “Okay. How’re we going to do this?”

Watery winter light did its best to penetrate the frost coated windows of the Hammer and Tongs. Magnus was idly whittling a piece of scrap wood. There weren’t any orders to work on and Candlenights was right around the corner; he figured he could fashion something homemade for both Julia and Steven.

His pocketknife nearly went flying out of his hand when the door of the shop burst open, startling him out of his focus. Standing in the doorway was a young earth genasi he recognized from town. He looked frantic and near tears. Magnus set his project down.

“Hey, Allura, what’s the matter?” Magnus asked, inviting the young man inside and shutting the door behind him.

“Magnus, it’s my dad,” Allura choked out. He looked gaunt and miserable; Magnus thought back to a few months ago when the entire Mountaindeep family came into the Hammer and Tongs, jovially talking about commissioning a crib, as a new baby was on the way. Allura, a kid all of fifteen, had chattered to him for ten minutes about how excited he was to become a big brother. He looked decidedly less excited in that moment.

“What happened?”

“W-we couldn’t pay the tariffs. My dad has been charging everyone half price. H-he said he couldn’t hike the prices up, it wasn’t right. And we couldn’t… Kalen took him away!” he cried, bordering on hysterical.

“Allura, buddy, you gotta breathe, okay? What do you mean Kalen took him?” Magnus led him to a chair.

“H-he hauled him off to the prison and I don’t know what’s gonna happen to him and my m-mom’s giving birth soon and I can’t help with that, I don’t know how,” He managed to get out, hiccupping between every few words, too distraught to calm down.

“Julia!” Magnus called up the staircase in the back of the shop. He had to get this kid to stop crying so he could get the full story and Julia tended to have a calming presence on, well, everyone.

In a moment, she appeared at the bottom of the stairs and sent Magnus a confused look. He nodded towards the crying teenager as explanation.

Julia rushed over, knelt down, and took Allura’s face in her thick hands. “Hey, hon, can you breathe with me?” she cooed gently. And for a few minutes, the shop was silent, save for Julia counting breaths for Allura.

“Can we hear the story again, bud?” Magnus asked quietly after a few moments.

Allura nodded and sniffled. “You guys know that Kalen raised the tariffs. Again. Um. My dad decided to slash his prices, not raise them to keep up. Said he couldn’t. He’s a big follower of Helm and he said it wasn’t right to keep medicines behind a steep price. He just wanted to help people. But Kalen came collecting today and he took my dad. And it’s not just him. He took Mr. Anvilrock and Sevara Mountainwillow and a few other people. And I don’t know what’s going to happen to them,” he said, his voice small and scared.

Magnus and Julia exchanged a look. She sent him a nod and turned back to Allura. “Okay. Thank you for telling us. Do you think that you can do us a favor?”

Allura furrowed his brow but nodded cautiously.

“Go around to the others in the craftsmen corridor and tell them to meet at the Hammer and Tongs tomorrow night? Just tell them it’s really important that everyone come. And if Kalen or his buddies ask you about it, be as vague as you can.” Magnus said seriously.

“If you’re asked about it, say that I’m teaching everyone how to patch their own clothes since Masden had to close down shop. ” Julia offered.

“But what about the curfew?” Allura asked, voice meek and eyes rimmed with red.

Magnus thought for a moment. “Tell everyone that we might have a way to keep us from having to worry about curfew ever again. I just need everyone to trust me.”

“I think I can do that.” Allura said, rising from the chair.

Julia patted him on the shoulder and slipped a gold piece into his hand. Before he could protest, she held her hand up and shooed him out the door.

Magnus rubbed his face for a moment. “Something’s gotta give, Jules.”

Julia reached a tentative hand out to squeeze Magnus’s hand quickly. “After tomorrow, I think something will. I hope.”

“Can either of you tell me why three separate people assured me that they’d do their best to make it to the shop tonight when I stopped in town a little bit ago?” Steven asked from the kitchen table.

Julia avoided her father’s gaze, busying herself with prepping tea instead.

Magnus focused intently on cracking eggs without getting any bits of shell in the bowl. He quickly whisked them together and held off on adding any salt or pepper to the mixture before setting them in the skillet. That was a little tip he picked up from—he thought for a moment—well, from his moms, he supposed. Apparently kept the egg from getting tough or something. He wasn’t really sure what that meant but followed the rule without fail. Made for good eggs, anyway.

“Am I just meant to be okay with the two of you encouraging our friends and neighbors to break the law to come over for a late-night chat?” A stern edge crept into Steven’s voice.

“Steven, we just wanted to have a meeting with the other craftsmen.”

“About what? What’s so important that it requires possibly getting some good people thrown in jail?”

“People are already getting thrown in jail!” Magnus protested. “Allura Mountaindeep came crying in here yesterday. His dad’s in prison, along with a handful of others who couldn’t pay. I just…Steven, you don’t have to agree with what we’re doing but you have to understand. I can’t keep sitting by and watch the town and people I love be beaten down by some big bully.”

Magnus returned his gaze to the eggs. The silence in the kitchen was broken by the teakettle’s shrill whistle.

“We have a plan. And hell, after tonight, it might not even be anything. But Papa, aren’t you tired of struggling? You can be as stoic as you like but I know the truth. This isn’t the life we should all be living. We should be able to have some shred of hope for a future that could matter. A future that isn’t just toiling until we die.” Julia stared at her father as she moved the kettle from the flame.

Steven stared back for a moment before glancing back at Magnus. He let out a sigh. “We can have the meeting but everyone is out before moonrise.”

Magnus and Julia smiled wide.

“Deal.” Magnus said, dividing the eggs between the three plates.

A hush fell over the group of craftmakers who all crammed into the Hammer and Tongs. It was a tight fit but it appeared that most of the corridor had managed to make the meeting. The sun had long since set, leaving only the meekest dregs of light hanging in the sky; moonrise was due in less than an hour. Magnus knew he had to make the meeting quick.

“I’m sure you’ve all heard of the few imprisonments that have come about as a result of Kalen’s new tariffs.” Magnus began, bouncing his gaze across those gathered in the shop.

A grumble of acknowledgement reverberated through the dense crowd.

“And I’m sure you all know that any of us could be subject to the same treatment just for being at this meeting.”

More noises of agreement bubbled up in the crowd.

“Then I’ll make it quick and worth your risk. I hate seeing Raven’s Roost like this. I know in my bones it could be better if things were different. I hate seeing everyone beaten down by these laws. I hate seeing Kalen’s friends allowed to do whatever they want, whenever they want, and never see any kind of repercussions for it. I’m sick of seeing people starving in the streets. Sick of seeing families torn apart because one of them had the audacity to be a kind person. I want Raven’s Roost to be a flourishing place.” He glanced over to Julia and pink stained his cheeks. “I want to be able to raise a family here. I want to want that. But as it stands, I don’t know that I can imagine a future for Raven’s Roost. I don’t know how many of us can last like this for much longer.”

“And what exactly are you proposing we do about it?” Hector Anvilrock, another metalworker in town, demanded.

“We’re proposing a revolution.” Magnus said simply.

The shop erupted in conversation. It began civil enough but quickly devolved into name calling and accusations of espionage and snitching. Magnus’s stomach dropped. He knew it wasn’t going to be an easy sell but if this was any indication, he feared for the future of any kind of revolution.

“Enough!” Julia said, climbing onto a chair. She was already taller than Magnus and nearly as broad so the added height made her the single most imposing figure in the room, though her warm brown eyes added an air of compassion. “I understand it’s a scary thought. But do we really think it’s a better idea to just roll over and get kicked? Sure, Kalen has numbers and power and resources. But we actually have something worth fighting for. We have the most skilled craftspeople on the continent. We have conviction. And we have a goal.” She sighed and rubbed her hand down her face. “I understand if any of you are scared or apprehensive. I won’t make demands. I won’t beg. I want you all to join us but I won’t look down on you for not getting involved. I just want to know that we can trust you.”

She glanced over at Magnus who was watching her, stars in his eyes. She raised her eyebrows at him and sent him a tiny nod.

“Well?” He asked, seeming to snap out of his daze. “Can we trust all of you?”

It felt like the entire show was holding its breath until Hector nodded. And then Allura. And then Therala. One by one, each person in attendance gave a silent pledge.

Magnus grinned, relief flooding his veins. This was only the first step, but they’d already hurdled over it with grace. He was certain they’d be able to make Raven’s Roost a safe place for all someday.

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osakaso5 · 3 years ago

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Haruka Isumi Twelve Hits! Rabbit TV Part 1: Twelve Hits!

Part 2 | Part 3

Haruka Isumi: "RADIO STATION Twelve Hits"?

Torao Mido: Ah... Isn't that the radio show IDOLiSH7 was on last year?

Minami Natsume: TRIGGER and Re:vale also participated in it.

Toma Inumaru: That's right! And we're gonna be on Twelve Hits! this year!

Torao Mido: Hmm.

Toma Inumaru: Why dont you look more interested!?

Torao Mido: It's not like we haven't done a bunch of radio shows before, right? If anything, you're a little too excited.

Toma Inumaru: Hold on... This is Twelve Hits! we're talking about! The famous radio show practically everyone in Japan’s heard of!

Toma Inumaru: It's been on air ever since we were kids, so you've got to have listened to it at least once, right?

Haruka Isumi: Nope. I like RabbiTube better, anyway.

Torao Mido: Haha, you're such a modern kid. Not that I've listened to it, either.

Toma Inumaru: You've gotta be kidding me!

Minami Natsume: I've listened to it. It's a monthly broadcast that has a new host each time.

Minami Natsume: I even appeared in it once when I was still a child actor.

Toma Inumaru: Seriously, Mina..!? That's awesome..!

Toma Inumaru: I've sent a couple messages to it, but they never got read on air. ...So you've already been on it, huh..!

Minami Natsume: Oh dear. If you open your eyes so wide, they'll fall out.

Minami Natsume: Though I must say, I like being gazed at so intensely that it might result in your loss of sight.

Haruka Isumi: Eek... Don't say scary stuff like that..!

Torao Mido: I see. In other words, this radio show is amazing enough that some people would even sacrifice their precious eyes for it.

Toma Inumaru: ...Ahem. In any case, we've got a really cool job ahead of us!

Toma Inumaru: The shows from last year were a lot of fun, too!

Torao Mido: You listened to them?

Minami Natsume: So, you listened to them.

Haruka Isumi: You did?

Toma Inumaru: S-should I not have..? Why are you all looking at me like that!?

Torao Mido: No reason.

Haruka Isumi: No reason?

Minami Natsume: No reason in particular.

Toma Inumaru: You three always work together perfectly at times like these...

Minami Natsume: I was simply commending you for having a genuine interest in even the hosts who weren't your friend, Nanase-san, without so much as gathering intel on them.

Torao Mido: Hmph. Nothing we could've done about that. Toma wants to be friends with those guys. Probably because he's not satisfied with us.

Haruka Isumi: Torao, stop sulking like a little kid. He's not gonna understand that you want him to pay more attention to you unless you tell him.

Torao Mido: I'm not sulking. I was just pointing out that he goes on and on about people other than us.

Toma Inumaru: ...I just thought it looked fun, the way they were giving each other requests for the show... I kinda wanted to try it, too...

Toma Inumaru: Listening to them made me think about how fun it'd be to do that with you guys!

Torao Mido: Oh..?

Haruka Isumi: Hmm..?

Minami Natsume: So, you want us to complete requests for you.

Toma Inumaru: That's right! Some of them could get pretty crazy and extreme, but it just seemed like something members of the same group do together!

Haruka Isumi: Yeah... I guess Tenn Kujo seemed pretty happy when he got a request from his little brother.

Toma Inumaru: Yep. So you did listen to it, after all!

Haruka Isumi: Huh? Ah..!

Haruka Isumi: N-no I didn't! I just happened to hear it from a car radio on my way somehwere.

Toma Inumaru: If you already know what the show's like, then that makes things easier! Apparently we'll also get requests from the listeners.

Toma Inumaru: Make sure to come up with good ones!

Minami Natsume: Very well. You'll answer anything, won't you?

Torao Mido: Feels nice to be on the asking end of a relationship for once.

Haruka Isumi: Let's rebel like we always do, even on radio!

- - - -

Toma Inumaru: Alright, everyone's here. Time to start brainstorming requests for Haru!

Minami Natsume: Yes indeed. I've come up with a request that should fit Isumi-san quite well.

Torao Mido: That's one hell of a smile, Minami. Is your idea really that good?

Minami Natsume: I certainly think so.

Toma Inumaru: I dunno why, but your smile's giving me the heebie-jeebies... You sure it's something that can be broadcasted on radio..?

Minami Natsume: Yes, of course. I'm sure it'll liven up his variety segment nicely.

Haruka Isumi: Variety... Ugh...

Toma Inumaru: Haha, what's with the long face, Haru?

Torao Mido: I know what his problem is. He's clearly feeling lonely because we can't be on the show with him.

Torao Mido: I guess even you've got a cute side, Haruka.

Toma Inumaru: Seriously..!? I guess that makes sense... Haru might work hard as our center, but he's still only a high schooler...

Toma Inumaru: Sorry for not noticing..! Next time, just let us know. We're a team, so we've gotta help each other out!

Haruka Isumi: ...Huh!? I'm NOT feeling lonely! Stop being weird!

Minami Natsume: Is there another reason why you looked so depressed, then?

Haruka Isumi: ...Twelve Hits! is a variety talk show, right? I just don't know what I should talk about.

Minami Natsume: You don't?

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, Tenn Kujo called me the "honor student of variety shows" once, and I don't really get what that means yet.

Haruka Isumi: I guess TV and radio aren't the same thing, but still. I'm the last member of ŹOOĻ to go, anyway.

Haruka Isumi: Since I'm doing this, I might as well do it right!

Toma Inumaru: Haru..! I didn't think you'd take this so seriously..!

Toma Inumaru: That's great!

Haruka Isumi: Hey..! Quit patting me on the head..!

Torao Mido: Don't think too hard on it. You're the host, so can't you just talk about whatever you like?

Minami Natsume: Agreed. The listeners will be there for you, Isumi-san.

Haruka Isumi: You think so..?

Toma Inumaru: That's right, Haru! Take it easy, pretend you're talking to your friends if you have to.

Toma Inumaru: Like Izumi and Yotsuba! Or... Uh, did you have any other friends, again?

Haruka Isumi: I-I've got plenty! Just the other day, I swapped RabbitChat IDs with a couple of my classmates!

Minami Natsume: Oh my, congratulations.

Haruka Isumi: ...It was mainly so we could stay in touch for our group project, though...

Toma Inumaru: ...Wait, we're getting off topic! Back to the requests!

Toma Inumaru: We can help Haru out, too. Help him practice for variety shows!

Torao Mido: Like how?

Toma Inumaru: Well...

Toma Inumaru: Ah! Ask him to do a little improv skit!

Haruka Isumi: That's too hard! I've never done comedy before!

Toma Inumaru: That's exactly why. Can't give you too low of a hurdle! Besides, a real man can overcome anything!

Minami Natsume: Or a real man can trip over the hurdle and never overcome his failure, let alone anything else.

Torao Mido: Hmph, don't you worry, someone will pick you right back up. Toma, that is.

Haruka Isumi: If you guys are joking, it's not very funny...

Toma Inumaru: You're not chickening out, are you?

Haruka Isumi: N-no way! ...I could totally do improv!

Toma Inumaru: I believe in you, buddy! You'll get your prompt on the day of the show.

Torao Mido: Haha, you've got guts, kid. In that case, I'll give you a hosting related request, too.

Torao Mido: Why don't you do a bit of bold self-promotion for your audience, and try to pitch ŹOOĻ to them?

Haruka Isumi: What, like a sales pitch for some product..? I've seen those on TV at night...

Toma Inumaru: Yeah, like one of the infomercials for those really sharp knives that can even slice a pumpkin to ribbons!

Haruka Isumi: What!? Knives can do that!?

Toma Inumaru: Pineapples, too.

Haruka Isumi: Holy crap..!

Minami Natsume: Oh my. Perhaps your skit should be about TV shopping?

Torao Mido: ŹOOĻ is a product of sorts, too. And it'll be your job to sell us to the listeners, Haruka.

Torao Mido: Captivate your audience so well that no amount of money will be enough for them to get enough of us. Your words will decide our value.

Torao Mido: What do you think? It's a pretty good talk show excercise.

Haruka Isumi: It's a pain in the ass... All I'd need to do is play them one of our shows. Can I just sing or something?

Torao Mido: If that's what you'd rather practice, then sure, whatever.

Haruka Isumi: ...Fine. I'll try.

Torao Mido: Haha, you're actually being obedient for once.

Haruka Isumi: I'm plenty obedient. And I don't really wanna do it, but we agreed on the "no takebacks" rule, remember?

Haruka Isumi: Plus, I get that you guys are just trying to help me out...

Minami Natsume: Hee hee. In that case, I suppose my request will be something sweet, to reward you for being good.

Haruka Isumi: Sweet?

Minami Natsume: Think of it as the carrot to their stick.

Minami Natsume: You may make a request for the three of us. Us older members should do our duty and spoil you every now and then, especially seeing as how your birthday is coming up.

Haruka Isumi: Huh!? I get to ask you guys for something!? ...Like, anything!?

Minami Natsume: Yes, anything. After all, we have a young heir in our midst.

Torao Mido: Since when am I an heir? Oh, well.

Toma Inumaru: ...So Mina's request was perfectly normal and radio approriate. I dunno why I was so worried...

Minami Natsume: Hee hee. I said it would fit him nicely, did I not?

Haruka Isumi: ...Feels weird. I know the skit and stuff sounded hard, but even they'd be for my own self improvement...

Minami Natsume: I only felt like going easier on you today.

Torao Mido: You'd better be grateful.

Toma Inumaru: Come on, guys..! You could at least admit how much you care about Haru!

Haruka Isumi: Hmm? ...Ehehe!

Haruka Isumi: This feels kinda nice! But still, I can't let you go too easy on me.

Haruka Isumi: I'll shock you with how good my radio hosting will be!

End of Part 1.

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jarofstyles · 4 years ago

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Level Up II

A/N: Here is our part 2 of nerdy!harry and things are getting even more steamy hehe

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Harry woke up and was positive he dreamt it all, but he already had a good morning text from Y/N and it was proven that it wasn’t fake. They’d both been filthy and sexual and she was coming over tonight and possibly will fall asleep in his bed? What the fuck? Extra effort was put into smelling good and stuff, so that she would be impressed if she saw him. He had sent back a good morning text as well before he left for school. Backpack lazily on his back, thankfully Niall was there to walk in with him. People tended to leave him alone more when other people were around. Talking about the overwatch game he played the night before, Harry listened half heartedly as he fixed up his books and took out what he needed for his first classes. That was until he heard a soft voice call his name, causing butterflies to flood his stomach! He hadn’t told Niall or anyone for that matter that they were hanging out. It didn’t mean something in a way a friend would care until yesterday, and he wouldn’t violate her trust when it came to that.

Y/N separated from her friends when she saw Harry in the hallway, making her way over so that she could get that hug she had spent all night thinking about.

“Harry!” She called, smiling widely once she had reached him. “Hi Niall.” She waved to him as well before going in to give Harry that hug. “You smell good.” She mumbled, nuzzling against him a bit. Y/N noticed that he was also wearing a plain shirt today, a pair of jeans. Simple. It worked. He looked great, wondered if he put in an effort just for her. It made her smile.

He hadn’t expected a hug in the middle of a busy hallway, with everyone looking, but he wasn’t going to reject a hug. Y/N was bold in not caring about what her friends thought. And of course, Niall was not at all expecting that.

“Hi. Thank you.” He placed his hand on her back and rubbed a little bit, feeling a bit stiff but not because of her. It was in case people were looking, he didn’t want her to have to deal with anyone being mean to her. That would kill him. She looked hot. Like so fucking hot. And she didn’t even try much. A tight tee shirt and jeans and he was nearly drooling. They clung to her curves and showed them off and Harry couldn’t help but remember seeing her last night in that video, before trying to push that down. He was just happy to see her.

“Y/N... hi!” Niall squeaked, looking around Harry in shock. Y/N had her cheek rested on his chest and was looking at Niall and he could feel her smile at him through his shirt.

“Loosen up...” Y/N mumbled softly, “‘s okay.” She reminded Harry and pulled back to give him a smile. She wanted to kiss him really bad. Honestly, she didn’t care if people were looking, she didn’t care what people thought because at the end of the day she was student body president for a reason. Everyone else could fuck off. She got up on her tiptoes, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Can I kiss you right now? Like a quick one.” Y/N was desperate, she didn’t know if she could wait till the end of the school day for that. She didn’t want to be super PDA like but this was for her. She just—

“Y/N!” Lauren called her, “come on!” She seemed confused but Y/N didn’t give a fuck.

“I’ll meet you there.” She called back to her and focused her attention back on Harry. She wanted to spend as much time as she possibly could with him.

Harry couldn’t tell her no. He knew he would be getting hounded by Niall, who would tell their whole friend group but hell, he couldn’t tell her no. And he wanted a kiss. So fucking bad.

“Yeah- yeah, if you want one.” He stuttered. He hoped she knew it wasn’t because of her that he was nervous, but when she got on her tiptoes and cupped his jaw, the kiss made him forget anything else. It was perfect. Her plushy lips pressing against his once and then again, Harry feeling her arm move up to curl over his shoulder again. They were lost in each other, Y/N only pulling back when Lauren called for her again. His eyes were wide. They’d kissed a bit more than they’d planned and a few people had seen. Which meant, the whole damn school would know by lunch time. Yeah, thank god he had his hiding spot in the library.

“I’ll see you later.” She cooed, giving him once last kiss on the cheek before waving goodbye. Y/N was very glad that she had gotten her morning kisses, smiling brightly up at him. “Bye Niall.” She smiled, walking her way back to her friend group despite all the stares. Y/N was happy and that was all that mattered.

“What the fuck was that?” Lauren asked, causing Y/N to laugh.

“What do you mean?” She didn’t understand why it was such a big deal.

“One second you’re partnered with him, the next you’re kissing him? It’s a project not a charity case.” She scoffed causing Y/N to stop and her tracks and furrow her brows.

“Excuse me?” She couldn’t believe she had the nerve. “Why is it any of your business? We finished the project, and I fucking like him.” Y/N said sternly, “if you don’t like it, you can fuck all the way off Lauren, I’ve had it.” She would not take that kind of judgement. She knew Lauren needed her more than she needed her.

While Y/N’s ‘friends’ weren’t happy, Niall was in disbelief. Firing questions left and right and Harry didn’t have many answers because he still didn’t quite understand it himself.

“Mate... we were partnered together. We got on right away and clicked over some stuff. She’s... fucking incredible.” He felt himself about to drift off thinking about her. “So nice, smart, and she isn’t judgemental. I dunno how she ended up with those people cause... she’s amazing. Truly.” He was proud to know her. Be her... friend? Whatever they were. Kissing buddies? He hoped that wasn’t all they ended up being though. “And then, we just... I dunno. Yesterday we kissed. And it felt really good, right. So I’m just feeling it out? I can’t believe she would ever go for someone like me. She’s astronomically out of my league but... she wants to hang out with me. I’d never deny her.” He explained to Niall, who was so confused and intrigued.

“Dude, The rest of the group is gonna freak. You’ve had a crush on her for years.” His friends knew all about his crush. He looked at her Instagram a lot. And stared a lot.

Y/N was genuinely confused as to why her friends made such a big deal out of it. Why was it any of their business? “I really thought you guys would be happy for me...” She frowned, shaking her head. “Don’t have to be so mean just cause he isn’t like you... don’t like that you talk about people that way, you know that.” Y/N said feeling her blood begin to boil.

She couldn’t take any of that anymore. She simply stayed away from them for the rest of the classes, waiting until lunch so that she could sit down and have a chat with Harry. She hoped he wasn’t getting shit from this, that would make her feel awful.

‘Hii, where are you? x’

It was simple but she couldn’t find him anywhere in the cafeteria. The next best thing was spotting his tiny friend group.

“Hey, Niall. Hi everyone. Do you know where Harry is?” Y/N asked sweetly, waiting for an answer.

“Oh.. h-hi Y/N!” He said with wide eyed. She never approached before and genuinely had surprised him. He was jealous but only because he had wanted a girlfriend. That’s what he and Y/N were, he was assuming. “I dunno, he never tells me where he goes during lunch. I’m sorry.” He felt bad that he couldn’t help her but it was a mystery to him and their little table of friends.

‘Hiii. C: I am in the library. Second floor and towards the thesauruses.’

Harry has been harassed a good deal today, especially by Y/N’s friends. It wasn’t her fault. Not at all. Her friends were assholes but, he did wonder if maybe it was true. If she felt bad for him being a lonely virgin. He hoped not but he knew he wasn’t good enough for her at all. She was perfect and he was not, at all.

“Oh— okay yeah I—” She started and then looked at her phone to see he had texted her. Her face visibly lit up. “That’s him! Sorry to disturb your lunch, have a good day.” Y/N cooed, turning around and making her way to the library where apparently Harry was. She never knew you could eat in there? Maybe Harry was just an exception.

“Hi there...” She cooed, smiling as she approached him. “Is this seat taken?” Y/N teased, sitting down next to him and instantly going to give him a hug. She nuzzled into his side, letting out a sigh. “You okay?” She was hoping he was, he knew how vicious some of these girls could be. She hated that they picked on him. “Just wanted to come and check up on you... don’t really want to sit with everyone else today. Don’t like the way they’re acting.” Y/N scrunched her nose and went to take her lunch out from her bag. “Do you want a cookie?”

Y/N was happily welcomed to sit next to him, his heart beating fast again when she went for a hug and cuddled up against him. This was the shot that felt so good, the fact she was confident and comfortable enough with him to do this. That he was even an option for him in the first place. She was amazing.

“Yeah... your friends aren’t happy with this at all.” He laughed softly, though insecurity surely ran through. They’d cornered him and told him that he should leave Y/N alone. That he wasn’t what she needed and he was going to damage his reputation and that he should give up for her sake. But if Y/N wanted him, he couldn’t tell her no. He cared about her so much and they obviously had a chemistry. Last night had been some of the most confident he had ever been, despite being blushy about it all day when it came into his mind, which was a lot. “I’ll take one, sure.” He motioned to his chips, knowing she could take some if she wanted one.

“I shouldn’t really call them my friends... they’re not great at all.” Y/N sighed, pushing her hair back behind her ear before handing him a cookie. “Did they say anything to you?” She asked curiously, “please tell me you didn’t listen to a word they said.” Y/N sat up properly, looking at him with genuine concern. “I just... I’ve known them for so long but none of them are like... I don’t know. If anything this should be a reason for me to stop associating with them all together. They’re horrid.” Y/N frowned, shaking her head, “I can’t believe they think that’s okay, they need to grow up. I don’t want to associate with people like that anymore... they don’t—” She shook her head, huffing as she bit into her sandwich. Y/N went to reach for a chip, thanking him softly before going back to eating. She was so thankful for him. She was glad that she was coming over tonight as well, they could cuddle and play games and maybe do other things. Only if he wanted though.

“Yeah they uh— they said some stuff.” He cleared his throat nervously. Y/N was going to be upset because he knew she didn’t believe it herself but he still worried. “Just said stuff about you being out of my league and stuff which I knew. I’ve always known that. But they said I’m going t-to tear you down socially and like... I’m gonna drag you under?” He shrugged, looking at his hands as he avoided her eye contact. “That you only felt bad for me and stuff. Damaging your reputation wouldn’t be worth it so I should just leave you alone.” It hurt him because he didn’t want to. He would do what Y/N wanted but he also didn’t want to make her life hell too. She did say she didn’t consider those other people friends though. He wondered... Did she really think so? Would she leave her friends behind because they were mean to him?

“They said that?” She frowned and let out a deep breath because she knew Harry was definitely thinking about it. Thinking that what they said was the truth. “It’s not true. None of it. I’m not out of your league, you won’t damage my reputation, nothing I do can do that... unless I turn into a raging bitch all of a sudden. The average person at this school doesn’t hate you, they don’t know you, it’s only those dicks that make it seem like everyone does. I hate that I’m associated with them but I just don’t know how to get away. I-I won’t let them make fun of you or anyone like that.” Y/N felt her heart sink to her stomach. “Do people think I’m like that?” She asked curiously, hoping that wasn’t the case. “I just... please, don’t believe them. Please? I wouldn’t be hanging out with you if I didn’t want to. I’m grown. I know what I want and what I’m doing...”

“No— no, Everyone thinks you’re nice. M-my friends always wondered why you’d hang out with them cause you’re- you’re not like them.” He reassured quickly. His hand went to grab hers because he could see the sadness on her face and he hated it. Y/N didn’t deserve to feel sad. “I’m sorry— I don’t plan on like, not talking to you or anything. I promise. I just don’t want to be the cause of you losing friends. Or, if that’s what you want, then I support you.” He tripped on his words as he tried his best tone reassuring. “You’re really great, Y/N. I’m... a little bit nervous cause, you’re so great and I feel like m’not, and I don’t know what I can offer you but I’m gonna do my best?” He was speaking softly but Y/N seemed to like that he was closer to her so she could hear.

“Just wish people didn’t care so much about my life.. what does it matter to them?” Y/N couldn’t understand, but at least she had Harry who could see things from her point of view. Or at least try to. “I mean... I’m glad people don’t think I’m like that, but... I know none of this will matter in college.” That was true. She was sort of holding out till highschool was over to get rid of her friend group and make a new one. She found it hard to make sure that they stayed in check, they clearly found time to be mean to anyone that they could which she couldn’t understand why. “I really like you. I do. And I hate that people are trying to invalidate my feelings to put you down.” Y/N frowned, moving her hand up to cup his cheek. “I’m sorry... you don’t deserve any of this.”

“S’okay, Y/N. Really. Like you said— doesn’t matter in college, yeah?” He felt the need to comfort her more than himself because she looked genuinely distraught that he had to do shit like this. “We’re okay. Yeah? We’re fine. Can just let them mind their business?” He knew it was easier said than done but he was willing to focus on her. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the majority of his attention otherwise. Absolutely did. “What- what did you want to watch tonight?” He questioned. Y/N was coming over and potentially sleeping over- they’d been texting a bit during classes and she said she was excited to lay with him. Which, of course, made his stomach explode in butterflies. Y/N smiled a bit when he moved the topic onward to tonight. She had been thinking about it all day, all she wanted to do was lay with him and cuddle and maybe kiss and do some other things.

“What kind of movies do you like?” She asked softly, “cause we can watch something action or like a comedy, or we can watch a Disney movie.” Y/N giggled at the idea. It was relaxing to have a person. Y/N knew they weren’t official but having someone around for a comfort thing was great. She liked showering people with attention, loved smothering them in her love. Harry was the perfect candidate it seemed like because he felt similar to her. At least she thought so. Part of her wished he was more expressive. She wanted to know exactly how he felt about her and what he wanted or what he was scared of so she could open up to him more and make him more comfortable. There was only so much she could do.

“Yeah? I’d like that.” He swallowed his pride a bit and turned to her more, squeezing her hand. “M’really excited.” It may not seem like much but, Harry wasn’t one to normally do shit like this. Expressing feelings was hard. Especially when they were deep feelings. Last night had been... amazing. He truly couldn’t believe that she had chosen him out of all the people possible to do that with. That she returned feelings. But he had to make sure she was being taken care of as well. “I’m sorry if I was... really forward last night.” The blush came back to his face. “I don’t know.. something got into me. I just wanted to say sorry if I like, did too much.”

“No, oh my god, no— you were great.” She told him with a shake of her head, blushing as she made eye contact. “Honestly, please don’t feel embarrassed or anything, I really liked it.” Y/N smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly. “It’s the weekend though... got lots of time to just relax and stuff.” Y/N reminded him, “and I want to get to know you more and stuff... and even when I’m at home we could like... game together or something. Whatever you wanna do.” She let out a small sigh, “Can I have a kiss?” She was feeling desperate for another after everything that had gone down. Y/N knew that a little kiss from Harry would brighten her day. She sure hoped that it brightened his.

The fact that she kept asking for kisses had Harry on cloud nine. She genuinely was loving the kisses and kept getting them and with each one, he became more and more comfortable with her.

“Yeah... sounds really good. I’d love to game with you.” That would make his whole life. Excitement bloomed in him. Yes, that would be a lot of fun. Something he was hoping for. Y/N in his gaming room... maybe right cuddled next to him. A dream. “And— yeah. You can have them whenever.” He was doing his best to be more confident for her sake. Y/N deserves it. Especially with how she defended him. He could be brave, too. Leaning forward, he cupped the side of her face and tried not to hesitate before pressing their lips together. It was like as soon as their mouths met, everything else wasn’t there. His worries weren’t, because it felt natural and good to just be there, warm lips pressed against his. Y/N’s hand holding the wrist that cupped her face.

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Y/N was really excited to go over to Harry’s. He deserved a really good night with just the two of them, relaxing and playing games. Maybe something else. She had told her mom that she was staying the night at Lauren’s so she wouldn’t be interrupted. Everything was in place really, she’d even worn a sexy yet casual outfit. A pink sailor moon shirt with matching shorts and sports bra. She had brought a little bag of stuff just in case, knowing it would be weird to leave for a sleep over with nothing and made her way down a few houses to Harry’s. Y/N knocked on the door and waited, rocking back and forth a bit. She was ready to see him, to cuddle and kiss him again. It was probably strange considering the two of them had seen each other a few hours ago at school, but she did really miss him. She liked him a whole lot too, especially after their little phone call. Fuck, that phone call…

Harry has nervously cleaned the whole house after school, making sure it was spotless. He’d ran to the store and got a stupid amount of snacks because he hadn’t asked Y/N what she liked and didn’t want to be obvious, so the pantry was stacked. Thank god his parents weren’t home and wouldn’t be until next week. He made his bed with fresh sheets and cleaned his bathroom and game room. Showered and put on Grey sweats and a plain blue tee shirt, so he didn’t seem to be trying hard. He didn’t know the first thing about fashion and hoped it would be good enough. He missed Y/N even if it seemed stupid. He liked her a lot and his tummy felt warm and fuzzy when he thought about her- especially their night before. She gave him confidence he hadn’t ever had. Incredible if you asked him. When he heard the door knock, he ran for it and took a second to collect himself before opening the door.

Well. Shit.

She looked... like any gamers dream, but specifically his. They’d agreed on pajamas but she was wearing a big oversized sailor moon tee with barely visible shorts. And looked so fucking hot that he could feel his throat clam up a bit. Luckily he was met with Y/N hugging him.

“Hiii!” She giggled, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly and inhaling his scent. Clearly they’d both showered, properly prepared for the night. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up a little at the thought, mostly because she was excited about potentially doing things with him tonight. Even if it was him feeling her up, anything would work for her. “You smell good.” She mumbled for the second time today, allowing them to step into his house as she pulled away to close the door. His parents wouldn’t be here for the weekend so it was properly ideal, she could stay here all weekend if she could convince her parents she wasn’t doing anything bad. “I hope you don’t mind, I brought a little bit of stuff so my mom wouldn’t think I was being weird. She insisted I bring these over.” Y/N chuckled, pulling out a little container with cupcakes. “Made them last night.” Y/N knew that her mom and dad would love Harry, he was a sweet boy, but they probably wouldn’t agree with her sleeping over.

“It’s okay.” She could stay over. He would like that. It made him nervous but also excited because there was nothing he wanted more than to wake up beside her and touch and feel her all over, if that was something that she was okay with. Just a proper cuddling session. “You’re an angel.” He smiled at the cupcakes, taking both them and the bag from her hands and leading her towards the kitchen. “They look very good. I didn’t know you liked baking.” Actually, there was so much Harry didn’t know and that was the exciting part about it. He was hopeful that perhaps she would be open to sharing more!

“I went to the store to get snacks. I uh, I went a little bit nuts with the card. It’s okay though because I didn’t know what you liked.” He said sheepishly. “I have a bunch here and then in my game room I’ve got a ton of stuff.” He itched his neck but felt relieved when she looked impressed. He knew he went through a lot of effort so he hoped she could see that. “I didn’t know what you’d want for dinner, so I wanted to figure that out with you.”

“Awe, that’s so nice.” Y/N cooed, wrapping her arms around his waist again. “Don’t have to do that for me though, would have been happy with a bag of plain tortilla chips even.” She said and shrugged. “But thank you...” Y/N went to grab some Pringle’s and some sour patch kids, her two favorite snacks, “do you have drinks upstairs?” She asked softly, looking up at him with big eyes. “Also, what snacks do you like?” She wanted to make sure she grabbed them for him too. When she spotted the white cheddar cheez-its hiding she gasped, grabbing them as well. “Upstairs?” She followed him up, being carefully with the food as they made their way up to his room. Y/N placed everything down on one of his bedside tables, looking up at him as she took a seat on his bed. “Can do pizza? Pizza is always good and easy, can’t think of anything else around here I know of.”

Harry placed her bag down on his desk chair. This was real. It felt like she was here to sleep over and trust, none of his sleepovers ever went the way he wanted this one to go. Surely he would get to kiss her some. She had told him she was excited to get some kissing done via text.

“Yeah— yeah, we can do that.” He wiped his hands on his sweats as he took her in, sitting on the side of his bed and looking at him. Never I’m a million years bad he actually thought this could Happen for him. She had been a dream but he hadn’t really thought it could happen. “I have drinks in the mini fridge, hold on.” He leaned down and went under his desk to grab a soda and a water. He would take whichever she didn’t. “Sorry if I’m being awkward again. I’m excited to have you here.”

“No, baby, don’t be sorry. It’s okay, it’s cute.” Y/N smiled, pulling her legs up on the bed properly before making grabby hands at him. “Come here.” She cooed, wanting a proper cuddle as it has been a few hours since they’ve been able to do so. A whole night and day really, their little cuddle at lunch wasn’t enough. She figured once they cuddled up Harry would be a lot more comfortable with her, more at ease. Or maybe not. Regardless, she just wanted a cuddle. “What do you wanna do then?” She asked curiously, pushing a few pieces of hair away from his face. “Watch a movie and play some games?” She really wanted him to take the lead, wanting to know more about what he wanted and liked. Y/N felt like she had been deciding a majority of their activities and wanted to give him some freedom. “Can do whatever really, it’s up to you... just wanna hang out with you.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ve got good movies on my Netflix. Or my Xbox is in here and I have 2 controllers.” He said softly. It felt good to have her hands on him. It was so comforting to have Y/N touching at him and playing with his hair. The moment he relaxed on the bed he could feel her settle in. To press herself against him. He was going to be braver today. He would be able to touch her hips and hair and appropriate places until given permission to do otherwise. He could be a man for her. She wouldn’t want a nervous baby. “I’m still happy and a little shocked you want to hang out with me but h really like that you’re here.” He admitted. It was surreal to have her so close and see her smile up at him. Truly, he was happy as a clam at the moment. “Just let me know which one you want to do so I can set it up.” He figured a movie because she was already trying to nearly crawl on him- and he couldn’t complain. It was amazing to feel her wanting to be close.

“But... Why are you so shocked? I kiss you all the time, of course I want to hang out with you.” She said as a matter of factly before shifting on him once again. “Speaking of....” Y/N whispered, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Can I have my kiss now?” She was really gentle with him still, not wanting to overwhelm him. Y/N moved forward, pressing her lips against his in a sweet kiss. It was perfect. A sweet relief after a long day. She hummed against his lips, her tongue licking over his bottom lip for more. God she wanted more. She could never really get enough and she was positive it was because he was so eager to learn and give to her. She wanted to do the same for him. Y/N kept it relatively tame, not wanting to get too much into things right away. They’d save it for later, definitely would be partaking in some sexy time. Harry was prepared, fresh sheets and everything. He really was ready for her.

He was getting the hang of this kissing thing. He was hoping that he could be as good as Y/N was at it because she made his head fuzzy. It was amazing. So much fun to just kiss and feel her body touch his, her breath against his mouth, her hands on his shoulders or hair or his jaw.

“I missed doing that.” He sighed, feeling himself loosen up a bit. Her kisses had healing and relaxing powers. There was no debating it. “You’re so lovely, Y/N. Course I’m shocked still. I’ve been wanting to hang out with you for ages and now I get to... s’surreal. Like a dream.” He murmured. She didn’t understand just how appealing and enchanting she was. He hoped to show her that she was. He leaned forward and gave her another peck before pulling back and letting her head rest in his shoulder. It was relaxing to have her here and enthralling as well. Y/N smiled at that, pressing another kiss to his cheek before resting her head on his chest. Her hand traced shapes into his side, feeling relaxed here.

“There’s no rush, it’s the weekend yeah?” She cooed, listening when he mentioned that hanging out with her still felt so surreal. She could understand what he meant, but she wanted nothing more than to make him comfortable. “Let me know what I can do to help, want you to know it’s not a dream...” Y/N said softly, pressing another soft peck to his cheek and then to his lips as he turned to peck hers. “Know it’s a lot but... just wanna make it feel normal... so you can be comfortable around me.... I’ll always get butterflies, I’m sure you will too... but I doubt what you ever doubting this or yourself yeah?” She nuzzled into his neck and placed a few kisses there, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. “Can put on whatever you want, even an anime.” Y/N smiled, “can show me your favorite or something new we can start together.”

He forgot she did like anime. How had he been able to achieve a woman like Y/N, the world had given them the best chance. He put on an anime but knew he would spend the majority of it staring at her. Y/N was in his bed, cuddled up to him, sitting and holding his hand and playing with rings. He was thinking about how he got to kiss the pretty pink lips of her and how he got to hold her soft hands. Got to text her. He was hoping that Y/N would want this for a long time. That they could try a real relationship. He would ask her if that’s what this was. Eventually. Right now he was just enjoying what she had to offer, grateful for it all. He knew she could feel him observing her but he was in awe of how beautiful she was. That she looked so natural and soft and was enjoying his touch. Cautiously, he brought a hand up to brush away the messy hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear.

Y/N felt his eyes on her, clearly he wasn’t paying attention to the anime he had put on. He was just observing her and gently caressing her skin, pushing her hair back away from her face and behind her ear. She turned to look at him, eyes wide and innocent, questioning what he was doing. Harry was a sweet boy, his intentions were pure and it tugged at her heart strings. She took this moment to observe him, just admiring his beautiful eyes and just how soft his skin was. The little freckles he had and the lines where his dimples formed. Y/N wished he knew just how attractive he was, knew that if people saw him for who he really was they’d be all over him.

“You’re really pretty. Sometimes it feels like you’re a painting.” He wasn’t sure if that made sense but she had that timeless beauty in his opinion. That she could be in any era and be the most beautiful girl In the land. He was curious to see how she would age. Gracefully, he was positive. “I mean it.” He smiled when she rolled her eyes at him. “Heeeey. I’m trying to compliment you. M’sorry. You’re just very distracting.” He admitted softly. Y/N was the most welcome distraction there was. This could be his reality. His every day. One day they could be older and she could choose him to be the one to wake up next to. It had his mind racing a mile a minute. Especially thinking about last night and how she had made him all the more confident. Y/N felt a blush on her cheeks again, looking at him and rolling her eyes because he really did flatter her too much.

“Shouldn’t you be watching the tv and not me?” She whispered, leaning forward to peck his lips. “Thank you though, I really do appreciate it.” She did. Not many guys took the time to tell her things like that. She’d usually just get the, ‘you’re so sexy’ or the ‘nice tits’. It was never, ‘you’re so beautiful’ or ‘you’re a dream’. “I’m sorry I’m distracting, don’t mean it..” She pouted, cuddling back into his shoulder and pressing a kiss just beneath his jaw. If she could she’d just spend all day kissing him. She didn’t care about the games or the pizza, she just wanted to kiss him and cuddle him and maybe do more. Show him the world, give him that confidence or more like help him find it. It was in there, she knew it was.

“Trust me, I enjoy it.” He murmured softly, breath catching when she kissed under his jaw. He was being spoiled completely with kisses today and he didn’t know why, but he was enjoying them. He could sit for days and kiss her skin if that’s something Y/N was happy to let him do. “I’m g-gonna order the pizza.” He stuttered, not moving his head but picking up the phone to call. He was surprised when she didn’t stop. See, something about this aroused him for some reason and he wasn’t sure why, but his neck flushed with her kisses as he cleared his throat. “Hi- can I order two pizzas please?” His last word was a squeak when Y/N gently nibbled on his jaw. He wasn’t telling her to stop, he didn’t want to.

Y/N smirked against his skin, loving how committed he was to talking on the phone despite his reactions. She hummed, nipping again at the skin in hopes to leave a mark. She wondered if he would like that? Hopefully he didn’t mind, but she could understand that maybe his parents would feel weird about it. It was a type of bruise, it would take a while to go away. Once the pizzas were ordered Y/N pulled back from his jaw, smirking up at him.

“‘m sorry about that...” She hummed, licking over her lips. “Couldn’t help myself.” Y/N blushed and rested her head against his chest. Everything about their little hang out was so high school, but that was exactly what she wanted. A cute wholesome highschool romance. She could tell that he was a horny fucker, just as was she. If the kissing didn’t give it away then maybe the way she dressed or the way she was mentally undressing him would give him a clue. Y/N didn’t want him to think there was all she wanted him for though, so she didn’t front with that part of her. Instead choosing to love up on him.

“It’s- it’s okay. Was hard to talk though. I liked it. My head went numb.” He let himself laugh about it. Y/N truly didn’t have a clue about the effect she had on people. He wanted her to know that he was okay with her doing this stuff. He loved it, actually. It was rather tame then, once they relaxed and waited for the pizza. Only difference was Y/N did have a fun time kissing his neck or his chest over his shirt and he was wondering if she would enjoy the same type of affection. It was a learning curve. He sighed when the doorbell rang and had to untangle them from their lovely little love nest; at least that’s how he saw it. He was quick to run down the stairs and pay, bringing it back up to his room with two plates on top of the boxes for them to use if she wanted to.

Y/N was already sitting up in the bed, having pulled her T-shirt off because she was getting hot. She hoped that he didn’t mind, he probably wouldn’t. Her hair was now up in a messy bun to prepare for eating, her hands patting the space in front of her on the bed for him to place the boxes down on.

“I didn’t realize how hungry I am.” Y/N chuckled, “smells really good.” She mumbled and waited for him to join her before digging in. She made sure to be as careful as possible, not wanting to get anything on his fresh and clean sheets. Y/N felt extremely comfortable around Harry, probably more than she did with people she called her friends. Harry didn’t judge her, he liked her for who she was and continued to support every choice she made. She too hoped to do that for him, it’s exactly what he deserved.

“Where are your parents anyway?” She asked curiously, knowing it was a bit random but she wanted to know how often he was alone like this.

Again, she manages to knock him on his metaphorical ass when she tossed the shirt off and revealed a tiny, cute pj set underneath the tee shirt. It was showcasing her little tummy and her soft hips and thighs, not to mention the tits. Fuck, Harry wanted to bury his face between them so badly it aches. But he swallowed that thought when she was talking again, mentioning the pizza and then his parents.

“Oh— they’re both at different work things. My mum runs an upscale catering company. My dad owns a publishing company.” He said, sitting on the bed next to her. It was hard not to stare at her body but he made sure to focus the best he could in her pretty face. ��They go away a lot because my sister is out of the house and I can take care of myself.” He told her. “It’s not bad though. I game a lot so I like, just come home and do my work, then play online.” He wasn’t sure how to tell her that he streamed and had thousands of people who watched. He made a decent amount of money in tips on there too.

“Oh that’s cool.” Y/N smiled, nodding her head. “You sure?” She knew she would probably get lonely if her parents were away all the time but then again, if she got alone time that would be amazing. “Guess it’s nice cause that means I can come over more.” Y/N hinted, hoping he wouldn’t mind. She had a feeling he wouldn’t. “My parents are relatively strict... they like knowing what I’m doing at all times, kinda told my mom I was at Lauren’s but... she won’t really call and ask.” Y/N explained, “I think they’d like you though... you’re a nice wholesome boy, aren’t anything like the others.” Her mother hated her ex boyfriends. None of them were allowed over and when she found out about them she got much stricter with her going out. Y/N was hoping that this would be a thing for a while. She could see herself really getting into it and honestly, if they chose the same college then they wouldn’t have to worry about breaking up. Maybe she was thinking too far ahead but, could you really blame her?

“Yeah? You can come over whenever you want. My house is open to you. I’m positive that if you’d like to meet her, my mum would love you. My dad is okay, he’s a bit aloof. But he would like you too. He’s just quiet.” He admitted. Well, Harry was quiet at school. During games and stuff, not so much. “I’ve never had a girl over before. So she’s gonna like... interrogate you and want you to cook with her or something if you’re here when she is.” He groaned. “She knows you though. Our parents are friendly, I think our mums go to that wine book club together.” He thought out loud. Well. Internally he was thinking about how good it was that their parents got along. It could be useful. Not to say he was jumping the gun, but in his mind, he absolutely was. “I... you’re not gonna get in trouble for being here though, right?” He said softly. “I don’t want you to not be allowed over.

“Think so?” Y/N smiled shyly at him, “your mom is really nice from what I remember. She used to bring those really good brownies to the bake sale in elementary school.” Y/N used to love them, would buy five at a time so she would have one for everyday of the school week. “Maybe she can teach me to make them.” She raised a brow, taking a sip of her drink. Y/N has no idea that their moms were friends but that would definitely come in handy. If their moms were friends then her mom already adored Harry, knowing that Anne had probably shown photos to her mom and bragged. They would be just fine. “Don’t worry baby, it’s okay.” Y/N cooed, “She won’t find out, and if she does, she can’t really stop me. I am almost 18.” She said and shrugged, “besides, you’re a nice boy and I’m only a few houses away... it could be worse.”

“Alright... good. I don’t want to get you into trouble. It would be awful if we couldn’t hang out.” She had hinted at coming Over again so he was going off of those cues. “It’s really cool how we live so close to one another. I’ve always thought about us being friends and stuff... I’m happy that you wanted to be friends too.” He smiled, taking a bite of his pizza. “S’even cooler that you’re into games and stuff. It sucks that you don’t show it out more because you’re friends would make fun of you. S’so shitty of them. Then again, you could be a trendsetter. However— you’re safe with me. Can like whatever you want.” He shrugged. He didn’t care if she did or didn’t like the stuff but he was so relieved she did. He wouldn’t annoy her when talking about it. “Niall... he was freaking out after you left because he was so confused why you kissed me. It was funny.”

“I know... I mean, I guess it was my little secret but then again if they found out I wouldn’t mind. It’s weird, I guess they just never cared enough to ask and I never cared enough to tell them. They’re shit friends anyway... won’t matter soon.” Y/N sighed, knowing she sort of landed herself in the shit with highschool friends. “I had friends online, still do. They’re much closer to me than any of the friends I made at school... besides you of course.” Y/N felt safe in the online gamer community, people accepted her and liked her and didn’t judge. “I wish I could do more for you though.. you and your friends don’t deserve to be treated the way people treat you guys.” It was sweet that Niall was so excited for his friend, Y/N of course blushed and shrugged. “I asked him where you were at lunch too and he seemed flustered... I don't know why he was acting like I wouldn’t know his name. I went to elementary school with him.”

“I guess.. I didn’t realize you’d remember me too. You’re just, you’re the nicest person that’s super popular and you stand up for guys like us. We aren’t the social norm I guess, and you’re always sweet. So he was surprised the same way I was.” He had to tell her that. “You know that everyone at school loves you, right? Like... everyone always says how nice and funny and pretty you are. I think that’s why I never thought I stood a chance of being your friend... even more so being able to kiss you. I’ve thought about it for a long time.” He slipped up and let her know he had been thinking about kissing her for a while. And he knew she would be curious.

“Shouldn’t put me up on a pedestal like that though, I’m just a person.” Y/N said softly, “I do appreciate it, like it’s really nice and all... but I’m just like you guys.” She shrugged, taking another bite of her pizza. She knew that she was well liked at school but she simply treated people the way she would want to be treated and she deserved ample attention and kindness so she gave the same. Y/N raised a brow when he admitted to thinking about kissing her for a while. “You had a crush on me?” She asked with a bashful smile, feeling herself get all giddy. It made her sad that he felt like he was out of her league. He certainly wasn’t. “Everyone stands a chance at being my friend, but you of course are a special case.” She let him squirm for a bit before continuing to talk. “I always thought you were really cute. I had a crush on you in elementary school, I always made sure that I personally picked a birthday present for you when I was little instead of having my mom go buy a gift.” Y/N admitted and sighed, “always liked you and thought you were nice.... but then life took over and we went separate ways and now here we are again.”

In elementary school, one year in particular, she had gotten him a power rangers lunch box. It was metal and inside had a thermos and a knife and fork. He used it every day until his mum got him a new one and he felt bad not using it. But it was his favorite thing ever.

“You... had a crush on me?” He couldn’t believe it. Truly, it was something otherworldly. “That’s... really ironic. Cause I think it’s been there since then. Wait, let me show you something.” He stood up and went towards his shelf, grabbing something before walking towards her. It was the lunch box. A bit battered from use but it was still nice, Harry holding it in his hands to show her. “This was my favorite. It was from 3rd grade, and you gave it to me on my birthday. I used it all the way until 5th grade because I was so happy you gave it just to me. I had my grandfather replace them hinges once because I used it every day.”

“Yeah I did. A fat crush too. But you know, I kept it a secret because liking boys was considered treason.” Y/N remembered how intense cooties were at their school. She knew that she probably should have said something in hindsight, but now it is what it is. She could make up for lost time. “Oh my god.” Y/N gasped as she took hold of the lunch box she remembered seeing and begging her mom to buy for Harry. “Really? You liked it that much?” She blushed, “I.... I remember telling my mom we needed to get this for you because I knew you really liked power rangers and I knew Niall had one and you didn’t so I got you the better one.” She remembered being that attentive even then. She never really lost that fondness that she had of him, it was something that was always there. “You were always so nice and you complimented my dresses so I wanted to be extra nice to you.”

“Yeah— I loved it mostly because it was from you. Of course I loved power rangers too but it’s... I dunno, it’s always been special to me.” He blushed slightly and took the pizza boxes out of the way to put them on his desk. Food had been good but he was looking to talk more now. “I dunno... my crush never went away, I guess? I mean, it wasn’t super intense all the time but you were always pretty and made me nervous. I was about to lose it when she partnered us together because it was the closest I’d been to you for ages.” Y/N had no clue but he was feeling good knowing she was excited to be partnered with him as well. “I know that stuff between us has been... really fast. But I just wanted to say that I’m happy that it is.” He had to be brave for her. Tell her how he felt even if he was nervous. “I’m still nervous to tell you things or if I’m being too much but you know... I like being around you a lot. I like when we kiss... I um, I really enjoyed last night.”

It warmed Y/N’s heart to know that she was the reason he kept that lunchbox for so long. She was happy to make him happy, always, but now it was even more sentimental. She felt like they were likely meant to be if that was the case. Their feelings were mutual. His may be more intense, but she was accelerating at an alarmingly quick pace.

“I do want you to tell me if anything is ever too much.” Y/N said honestly, laying down again in the bed and rubbing her stomach because she felt like she ate so damn much. She wanted him to come and cuddle again, laying her arm out so he could come and rest his head on her chest if he wanted to. “Cause I really do like what we do... I don’t think it’s too much, I wish we did more even if we could.” She blushed, “but all in its own time.” Y/N hoped he didn’t feel too intimidated by her. “This is all just as new for me as it is for you... I mean, I’ve done things, but not a lot of things... and of course I’ve never talked to anyone the way I talked to you last night..”

Harry Laid down beside her, feeling like he was in a dream. The best dream of his life and he never wanted to wake up from it. He was full of pizza and excitement and Y/N wanted to cuddle. It was incredibly crazy to him how quickly things have changed.

“You don’t make me uncomfortable. I like doing new things with you— I may get nervous cause that’s a given. I only worry about your boundaries and pushing them too far.” He needed to be transparent with her. “It’s cause I worry about you being disappointed in me or like... deciding you don’t wanna do this stuff anymore. Which would be okay, it’s your decision. It just would be sad I guess. I dunno, I’m overthinking a lot. I’m just happy right now and I haven’t been for a while.”

“Don't you have to worry about that you know? I know you still will, you can’t really help that, but what kind of a person would I be if I immediately expected you to be good at sex if you’ve never had it before? I’m not going to be great either, I’m sure..” Y/N began gently carding through his hair, letting out a small chuckle. “The point is that we are doing it together cause we like and trust each other, not because we have some expectations... it will be fun and amazing regardless because it’s you and me and not for any other reason, yeah?” She said softly, cupping his cheek in a gentle caress. “Only way you could ever get me to not wanna do stuff with you is if you say something mean or do something even when I tell you not to.... and I don’t see you doing that.” She wanted to do her best to soothe his anxieties, she herself was anxious but more so excited about it because she knew it wouldn’t be bad in her eyes. “I’m happy that you’re happy, Harry... I am too.” She said with a smile, “just want you to know that there’s no pressure, don’t have to over think even if your mind does it anyway...”

Harry, for the first time, initiates a kiss. It was instinct now, leaning forward and catching her mouth with his. A long, soft kiss that felt so good to him. His hand went to the side of her neck to caress it gently, letting himself kiss her again. It was learning for both of them. This time it was Harry who deepened the kiss, getting a taste of her mouth again. Y/N was so kind to him in every way but she liked to be extra kind when it came to kisses and meeting his tongue with hers. They hadn’t properly made out yet, but these kisses made him want to. He shifted slightly so he could angle his face better, letting out a happy noise when she ran her hand through his hair a bit. Every aspect of this felt incredible. The way his other hand fell to her bare waist and he could feel goosebumps rise on it... his touch had done that to her.

Y/N let out a small moan at the feeling of his lips on hers. For the first time, he had leaned in and kissed her and the butterflies properly erupted in her stomach. She had kissed him before and it had been great, but something about him wanting to kiss and his hand on her neck got her going. She continued to let her hands run through his hair, knowing that was something he liked, but of course she nearly forgot that she was practically shirtless. The feeling of his warm hands on her skin caused goosebumps to form, her body naturally moving closer to his because she wanted more of his touch.She could tell that their conversation had helped boost his confidence. It was nice to see him be a bit bolder and touch her how he wanted, she was melting under his touch and she was positive he could tell. One of her legs went to tangle with his, again aching to be closer while her unoccupied hand gripped at his shirt.

Harry felt more free than he ever had. Y/N was giving him confidence and making him beyond happy by kissing him back with just as much passion. Her hands held his shirt in what seemingly was a way to get closer to him. When her leg went over his, his hand slid down to hold her hip instead of the waist. His hands were quite big and she had a small waist and beautiful thicker hips, he loved being able to freely touch. Y/N seemed to like the hand on her hip, Harry tightening it when she let out a little noise in her throat. His thumb ran over the velvety fabric, right near her hip bone. One of these days he would have the confidence to slip his hand into them. He pulled apart for a moment to tell her something.

“This was all I wanted last night.” He sighed against her mouth. “I just really love doing this. Kissing. It’s amazing.” He hadn’t ever done it, and as much as Y/N loved the feeling of his hands on her bare skin, feeling him grip at her hips tightly sent her into quite the frenzy. He didn’t even know. Of course he was exploring and she was all for it, she would just have to make sure she was being vocal about what she liked, which was essentially everything.

“Yeah?” She hummed against his lips, feeling how hungry he was for more of that incredible feeling. “Sure you didn’t want more than this last night?” Y/N mumbled against his lips with a small smirk. His words of course had suggested otherwise. “You’re really good at this...” She told him honestly, feeling like his mouth was more than perfect. He’d mastered how to touch her and how to kiss her rather quickly. Y/N let her hand slip under his shirt, her hand moving up his back to gently scratch at the warm skin. She really just wanted to feel him. Her hips were properly hooked over his, but she wasn’t quite at the right angle if she wanted to feel any type of friction.

“I... maybe I did.” He said against her mouth. Something about her gave him confidence. He knew she wouldn’t laugh at him or make fun. She was enjoying this just as much as he was. “I wanted a lot of stuff, I think.” He shivered at her hands touching his bare skin. Fucks sake. She was getting bolder so he felt good with where this was going. He kind of wanted to pull her on top of him but didn’t know how to initiate that. “Can... can move anywhere you want, if it makes it easier.” He spoke softly, still chasing her mouth.

“Like what?” Y/N mumbled against his lips, taking his bottom lip between hers and tugging on it slightly just to see what reaction she’d get from him. She liked pushing the boundaries a little, knowing that if prompted he would deliver because he always did. It was then that she thought it would be best to give him that boost, to tell him that he could grab at her and pull her however he wanted her. “Put me where you want me.” She told him, knowing he was thinking the same thing she was. He wanted her in his lap and she wanted him to pull her into his lap.

From there they were golden, Y/N tugging at his shirt and asking him to pull it off. They hadn’t done this before, they’ve never gotten this far. She wanted to make sure he was comfortable with everything, ideally, she’d have his hands all over her while she ground down on him. Harry picked her up with ease to put her on his lap. It was intimidating a bit. Seeing all that beautiful woman in his lap, literally, but he was proud of himself for it. He had earned this. Earned her trust and affection. He felt nerves shoot through him when she tugged at his shirt but did it nonetheless. He wanted her to have what she wanted too. He was unsure what she would want to do from this point but he was on board with anything. His hands went to her thighs, gently feeling the warm skin against his hands as she pulled the shirt off of him and threw it to the ground. She wasn’t wearing much, and for that he was thankful. He got to see so much of her beautiful body.

Y/N loved that he was letting her do as she pleased, but also wanted more of his input. Hopefully, but by bit, she could inspire him to be more go with the flow. This was a natural thing after all, as long as he did what his body told him to do, she would love it.

“Fuck me...” She breathed out, pulling back so she could finally see his body for what it was. Y/N knew he had tattoos, she knew he had tattoos on his arms but this? She was practically creaming her shorts already. His body was also sculpted in a way she certainly didn’t expect but was very happy with. “You’re so hot.. Harry..” She breathed, hands traveling down his front before leaning down. Y/N couldn’t help herself, she really couldn’t. She simply leaned down and licked up from his stomach to his chest and neck, moaning against his skin as he gripped at her thighs a bit tighter. “Daddy..” She whimpered, remembering how well he’d responded to that last night.

His mouth physically dropped. Holy fucking shit. It was a lot different than just hearing it over the phone— no. Having the world's prettiest girl lick your torso and whine a sexy name at you, it worked him easily up.

“Oh, fuck sake.” He breathed, already knowing his cock was throbbing in his pants. Y/N was a tease but he knew she was thriving off of it. “God, you’re gonna kill me.” Last night had been amazing. She had been so vocal of her wants for him and now they were in bed, making those things happen. He knew she had laid in bed and played with herself, made herself cum, he could hear how wet she was over the phone. And now it was on top of him. “You’re so gorgeous. I... fuck, that feels good.” He whispered again when she licked over his neck. One hand cane to the back of her neck, steadily her as he felt the teeth nip at it and tongue come out to soothe it. Hearing him swear above her made her cunt throb, a pleased smile finding its way to her lips.

“But you sound so good for me...” She hummed, nipping and licking at the skin where she wanted to leave a mark. “Can I mark you up?” Y/N asked softly, “just a little... want everyone to know you’ve got me loving on you.” Y/N loved how responsive he was, wanting more and more reactions so her actions followed suit. She pulled back from his neck, staring at him all breathless. Y/N licked over her swollen lips and began leaning in again, this time her hips started to rock against his. She could already feel how hard he was for her. “Want you to tell me how you want it, yeah?” Y/N spoke as she licked into his mouth, her hands moving to put his on her hips so that he could rock her hips at the speed he wanted. “I’m already so wet, fuck..”

“Yeah— yeah, can mark me. Go ahead.” He breathed. She wanted people to know. That was one of the hottest things ever. Y/N wanted people to know she was the one leaving marks and giving him all this attention- that she was the only one who got his. It pleases him. “I... fuck, that feels even better.” He could die a happy man because she was moving her hips on his cock, grinding herself into him. It was a dream of his and now it was coming true. “Wish I could have had this last night instead of your pillow.” He breathed, her hands making his hands go up to grab her waist, helping her move. It was so arousing to know she was so in need of him too. It was for both of them. “I get hard whenever... whenever I think about what you were saying to me. You made me get so dirty with you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk at how innocent he was suddenly being in the way he was talking, she remembered how dirty he had gotten with her last night. He was saying all kinds of things she wasn’t expecting from him in that deep sexy and raspy voice but he seemed to be acting a bit shy.

“Would have been so much better...” Y/N moaned, feeling herself get into a specific grove that hit the right spot. Her breath hitched and she let out a high pitched whine, moving her hips a bit faster to keep at it. It was still steady. “Love it when you talk dirty...” She whimpered, “‘so sexy.” Y/N nuzzled her face against his neck, her breathing picking up now that she was actively working her hips over his. “F-feels so good daddy...” She moaned, hoping to motivate him even more. He was shy, of course, but Y/N just wanted him to let loose. She wouldn’t judge him.

“Love when you call me that.” He admitted. Hearing it fall from her mouth was like heaven. He was feeling so good, lifting his hips up a bit to give her a better area to grind on. “Kept thinking about how wet you were... how I could hear it.” He whispered. Her face was in his neck, and his hands had a nice, tight grip on her hips. Helping her move her cunt up against him. It was tame for dirty talk but the more she was grinding, the more he felt his resolve melting away. “How does it feel?” He asked. “If you’re all wet... must be a little slippery in the panties.” He could only imagine how amazing it must feel to her too, if his own cock was throbbing against her. “It was so hot. Hearing you get like that. You make such pretty noises.”

Goosebumps prickled over her skin again as he whispered in her ear, feeling her stomach tighten even more. His voice was so raspy and low, it made her body shiver every time. He was so fucking powerful, if only he know what he was capable of.

“Feels so so good...” Y/N whimpered, “so wet...” It was then that Y/N felt like she needed to at least offer, that way she could make this better for both of them. “Wanna see?” She asked, wanting to pull off her damn shirt and maybe even her panties so she could grind her wet cunt down over his sweats. It would feel so fucking good. “Can make more noises for you, Daddy..” Y/N told him, her voice going all high and baby like. She knew how to play it up, especially because he liked anime and her tits were practically right in his face.

“Yeah— yeah, I want to see. I want to.” He was excited. In his 18 years of life he had never been more certain of anything in his life. He let her stop for a moment to pull her shorts down, audibly groaning when he could see the wetness string a bit to her cunt as the panties were pulled off. His cock ached and jumped in his pants, Harry being bold and taking the panties from her. “Go ahead. You can go back to that... I just want to see these.” He whispered, his hand going back to her waist as he brought them to his face. Maybe he was a dirty fuck for it, but he took a large inhale of it. They smelled so fucking good. His hips jumped up against her, Harry keeping them close to his face as he thumbed the wetness on the crotch part of them. “I swear to fuck I’ve never been more turned on in my life.” He whispered. Y/N was going to kill him. “My god... your cunt smells so good. It’s so wet, you’re soaked through these.” He couldn’t believe it, feeling the arousal overtake his normal braid when he licked the fabric.

“Ah— fuck!” She gasped, his hips bucking up to meet hers. He felt so warm beneath her, hard and warm just a thin and damp grey material away from being bare. It was her turn for her jaw to drop, watching as he sniffed and licked over her wet panties. He looked so turned on, practically ravenous. Her pussy developed its own pulse, aching to be touched and licked over. She whined, sounding much like a puppy who was begging for food. Y/N wanted him. Wanted him to lick at her pussy, wanted to see him between her thighs with that look in his eyes. “Daddy...” She whimpered, practically bouncing over his cock.

Harry made a split second decision. Seeing her so needy, seeing her whine and whimper for him had him needing a taste. The Panties weren’t enough. He wanted it right from the source. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up, lifting her to sit right above his face. He got to see the tiny pink cunt up close, growling nearly when he could see how wet she was. She was glistening for him. So he pulled her down, tongue stuck out and licking hungrily at her pussy. It was all instinct but he needed it and with the way Y/N went wild, she needed it too. Hands gripped his hair hard, and he didn’t care. “Fuck my face.” He looked up at her. Y/N deserved this. He wanted her to grind and move all over his mouth. She certainly wasn’t expecting this but she had never been so turned on in her life. Y/N was throbbing for him, completely soaked and ready beyond belief.

“Daddy! F-fuck—“ Her breath got stuck in her throat as he began licking into her hungrily, Y/N’s head fell back and she let out a throaty moan hands instantly going to his hair and the head board for stability. “Holy shit! Fuck!” She moaned, extenuating the u.

Fuck my face. Y/N lost it.

Her mind in a frenzy as her hips began to move before she could even process it, using his mouth for her personal pleasure. She loved grinding down against his cock but the feeling of his tongue sliding right over her clit was unmatched. Harry was like a man starved. He knew this moment on, he would be addicted to her pussy. Nothing else would do for him. Her taste, the way she went wild on him, he couldn’t want for anything else. He moaned loudly against her cunt, hands holding her hips and letting her use his tongue for her own pleasure. It was the amazing sweet taste and the way she smelled, the way she has also done everything to make him feel comfortable- he had to do this. He wanted to. His own personal needs had him begging.

“Fuckkkk.” He groaned out when she had her thighs shaking on either side of his head. While he hadn’t done it before, he’d watched plenty of porn. He knew that when she had moved over again, her clit right on his tongue, that he should suck on it. So he did. Firmly, he pulled her clit into his mouth over and over and he could feel her losing it. Her curses and her grabbing at his hair, shaking legs- he loved it. He’d be addicted to doing this, to making her cum.

“Oh— uh.. aH... fuck!” Y/N couldn’t keep her damn mouth shut. Continuous noises streamed from her, feeling like she should stuff a sock in her mouth just to stop. She couldn’t help it though, she’d never felt this good before. No one had ever eaten her out before, her whole body was twitching and shaking above him. Like a mad woman her hips snapped over his mouth, searching for an orgasm that was quickly approaching. His grabbing hands and groans from beneath her were sending her over the edge, and just when she thought things couldn’t get any better he started sucking on her clit. “DADDY!” She screamed, “ooooh, fuck! Ahh!” Y/N was a mess. Her eyes were rolling back, mouth wide open for him as various whimpers and whines tumbled out. Her legs began to shake at her approaching orgasm, her hands searching for his so she could hold them while she came. She’d never, felt like this before.

Harry could see her searching so he gave her a hand, letting them grip his tightly as he continued on. Surely he would learn more about eating pussy but he was thriving right now. Truly. He never felt better than this moment. He groaned against her pussy and let his tongue roll over her clit as he licked all over again, catching the delicious arousal fueled slick before catching her swollen clit again and sucking. This time harder than before, feeling her humping his mouth like crazy as she held his hand. He wanted her to cum harder than she ever had and have it because of him. Her arousal and his actions to take care of her as her man should be doing.

Y/N saw stars.

Her orgasm ripped through her body causing her stomach to contract and her legs to shake. She couldn’t believe that he had been so quick to catch on bed sex wasn’t really all that difficult if you were turned on. Y/N’s moans continued to fill the room, whimpers leaving her as she slowed down and felt his tongue still brushing over her sensitive clit. She hissed and pulled off, moving back down so that she could give him a kiss. A proper kiss, a long, passionate and hungry kiss. Y/N was positive that she had made the right decision, that he was the one that she wanted and that everyone else was wrong about him. Y/N pulled back from his lips breathless, pushing hair away from his face and caressing his cheek.

“That was so good...” She cooed, “thank you... fuck me...” She giggled and kissed him again, remembering he too was probably still rock hard. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll suck you off too..”

Harry hasn’t realized... how good that could be. How he could be addicted to pussy and her moans and the fact that even with it being his first time, he had successfully made her cum. Made her lose her mind on his tongue. He had done that, and it was a major ego boost. He responded eagerly again to her kisses, happy to feel her mouth against his. He didn’t want to stop. It was a high he was feeling now because of her. Y/N’s pleasure was a drug for him. He had his eyes wide open when she said she would suck him off, too. Would he really get his dick sucked tonight? By the girl of his dreams? He could have sworn he was in love.

“Fuck— you will?” He whispered, looking at her wide eyed. “What the fuck did I do to deserve you? I don’t understand.” He panted, going back to kiss her harder at that. Of course his cock was aching and throbbing in his pants.

“Yes, daddy... gonna have your big cock in my mouth and it’s gonna feel so good.” She giggled, purposefully being as seductive as she could because he deserved it. Harry deserved to be treated like a king, Y/N surely would end up worshiping his cock. It didn’t matter to her how long he lasted as long as he came hard against her tongue, she’d be happy. She moved down to press kisses down his neck, kissing down his chest and his stomach, slowly moving down to where his sweatpants were already sitting low on his waist. Her ass in the air as she bent over. “Ready?” She cooed, looking up at him with a smirk as she moved down to press kisses on him over his sweats. “I made a proper mess on you, hmm? Let me get these off.” Y/N began to pull them down, making sure she was taking in all of his cues. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“God, yeah... ya did Y/N.” He whispered. He wasn’t going to stop her. He had been waiting for years for Y/N to touch him or even speak to him so this was a no brainer. She was kissing his cock through the fucking fabric. He could feel her hot breath and thought maybe he would die. “Not gonna last long but I just, fuck.” He hissed when his cock hit the cool air, followed up by a warm hand wrapping around it. No one else had ever touched him so it was a stark contrast to his own. Hers were small, soft, so warm. A bit slick, too, she had spit into her palm. “Oh fuck me... already feels good, baby.” He whispered, watching her stroke him slowly, right in front of her stunned face.

“That’s okay daddy, just want you to cum real good yeah? Down my throat, make me swallow it all.” Y/N smirked as she rubbed over his cock a few times. God he was huge. “Do you know just how big you are? Hmm? Had this hidden? No one even knows...” She practically moaned as she licked up from the base to the tip. He would never forget this. Y/N took him into her mouth with ease, maintaining eye contact and making sure she gave him a view as well as a good feeling. She sucked at his tip, making her focus on the part that was most sensitive and watched as he shuddered. He looked so good, mouth still slightly glistening from her cunt, hair disheveled and muscles contracted. “You’re so fucking hot..” Y/N moaned, licking at his balls a bit, “where do you like it? Hmm?” She asked, licking up anywhere she could before taking him back into her mouth and taking more of him than last time. Y/N would try and take him all the way down her throat if she could. He deserved it.

His hand came down and gently caressed her hair, stroking through it as she licked at him. Nothing was hotter. Nothing at all. He couldn’t even begin to wonder how he had been able to get this in his life but he had it and he was going to relish in every single moment.

“Oh fuck- oh, baby, all of it. I love it all.” He felt like he was going into overdrive. She was looking at him with wide, sultry eyes and took his cock deeper into her mouth, causing his head to fall back. “Oh my god. Yes, yes, yes.” He was sensitive as fuck. “Been aching, since last night. Kissed me and made me hard and then- fuck, then you texted me that fucking video, called me... I’ve been going crazy.” He hissed, hands in her hair tightening. “Been hot all fucking day for you. Even in my damn library spot, got me worked up with kisses. Your mouth feels so good on my cock, I can’t...” He groaned when she rubbed her tongue against the slit. Y/N loved how sensitive he was, moaning a bit against his cock as he tightened his grip on her hair. She pulled off for a moment with a pop.

“That’s so sexy, daddy... wanna make you cum so bad.” She moaned, licking a stripe up his shaft again, spitting on it and making a proper mess for him. “Cum for me...” She pleaded, moving her mouth over him again and properly going for it. Harry deserved a mind blowing orgasm, he had been thinking about it for a while and after hearing he’s had a crush on her for so long she wanted to make everything worth it. Y/N was working her ass off, putting on a show while also making sure he was getting the most quality blow job she’d given. She knew that men could always feel it when girls were enthusiastic, she wanted him to know she wanted and she wanted him back.

There was no way he could last. Of course, this was his first time getting any type of attention but then there was Y/N. The fact that she was something out of his wildest fantasies. She was wet and a little messy, the wet slick noises of him going deep in her mouth and her moans and obvious enjoyment of it all was what was sending him. Add on the fact that she slipped him in deep, he could feel her throat contract around him, he was gone for.

“Fuck, shit, I’m gonna cum.” He hissed. It was fast but how could it not be when Y/N was acting like this, and then when she pulled back and stuck out her tongue, spit still strung and connected his cock to her lips. It pushed him over the edge. Obviously, he felt himself weak when he got to see his cum covering her tongue, taking over and stroking hard and fast as he hissed. Watching the liquid coat her tongue, her moaning and making a big show of swallowing it all.

“I’m going to die. You’re going to kill me.”

Y/N was properly enjoying it too, smiling a bit once she had swallowed and licked up all of his cum.

“Mmm no don’t die, daddy, haven't even fucked me yet.” She pouted, moving back up to kiss him softly. She had tucked him back into his boxers and found her place on his lap all over again, pressing sweet and soft kisses against his lips. The two of them were sweaty and properly fucked out. Y/N couldn’t help but smile to herself, feeling really happy that she was able to share moments like this with Harry. “Was that good for you?” She asked softly, referencing their whole interaction. Her hand had reached up to stroke his hair back, smiling at his blushy cheeks. Harry was a dream to her. So sweet and soft yet so dominant in his own way. He was gentle but she knew once he got the hang of it and they became more comfortable she’d be done for. “Want to shower? Get all cleaned up? Feel bad, you got fresh sheets and all.”

“It was so good. Don’t worry about the sheets, I’ve got other sets.” He laughed incredulously. How could he give a single fuck about that when he had just eaten pussy and got his dick sucked? He was on a high. It only got better when he realized she was pulling him up to shower- she was coming with him. He didn’t want to say anything but she seemed happy to go into his bathroom with him, asking him how the shower worked as she stripped off her top. He cleared his throat and went to change it to hot, like how Y/N requested. So many firsts. He was going to shower with her. He was going to shower with Y/N and they’d touch and kiss probably and be cute and his stomach was full of butterflies. He turned around to throw his sweats into the hamper along with his tee shirt, less sweaty now as he relaxed and turned around to her. Now completely naked, Y/N was bare to him. Curves and messy hair and swollen lips, he didn’t think he had ever seen something so beautiful in his entire life.

Y/N giggled a little bit to herself as she watched Harry strip down completely. His bum was the cutest thing she’d ever seen in her whole life. She wanted nothing more than to squeeze it, give it little pats. She couldn’t help herself really. She was just smiling at it like a dork.

“You’ve got such a cute bum, baby.” She cooed, pulling her hair out of its bun. She set her scrunchie on his counter and turned her attention to him again, climbing into the shower once the water was hot enough. Y/N was thankful that it was relatively big, the two of them fit perfectly fine inside of it and even had extra room. Once they got under the water Y/N smiled, leaning up to kiss him just because she missed having his lips on her. “You’re so cute.” She hummed, pulling back and letting him reach down to get some of his shampoo. It was lime and coconut scented.

“I can’t lie... I’m a little nervous cause, you’re really the prettiest thing ever.” He said softly, lips buzzy after she kissed them it felt so good. Y/N was perfection in every single sense of the word. He was in a shower, naked, with the most gorgeous woman on the face of the world. “No, Y/N, I mean it.” She got a little shy and didn’t look right in his eyes as he massaged the shampoo into her hair, happy she was letting him do so. “You really are the most beautiful person. That was my immediate thought when I turned around... like, m’so lucky that you want to be with me like this at all. Letting me see you... like, fuck.” He whispered. “Almost doesn’t feel real in a way. I don’t know how to do this properly- whatever we’re going, I mean, but I like it a lot.” He took a deep sigh, taking a whole lot of effort to get past his mouth.

“What are you so nervous for?” She asked in a gentle voice, looking up at him as he shampooed her hair. “You’re perfectly adequate... dunno why you put me up so high, ‘s no goody baby.” Y/N told him, her arms moving to wrap around his waist. “I like you a whole lot..” She said softly, “like.. a whole whole lot.” Y/N didn’t know what else she could do to get it across to him that he was deserving of her. It made her sad to have to keep reminding him how great he was, she didn’t mind doing it... just just wanted him to be confident for his own sake. “You make me feel so special and I just wish I could do the same...” She said with a soft sigh, gently rubbing over his skin. “Like you a lot, Harry.. wouldn’t be doing any of this if I didn’t and I... I just want you to believe it.” Y/N wasn’t upset with either him or anything, but she couldn’t help but express her want. They’d just had such a lovely passionate and intimate moment, she wanted him to enjoy it and not be in his own head.

“You do. I, I feel so much more confident around you. It’s just hard to believe anyone would like me sometimes.” He whispered. Y/N didn’t get it completely yet but he was trying to fix it. Make it so they were both understanding and happy about it. “Like, I was bullied relentlessly yeah? I’m lucky I have supportive parents and solid friends but after years of it, it hurt me. So sometimes it’s hard to believe that good things happen when I was told so often I didn’t deserve them.” He stopped his movements for a second. “Already, you’ve helped me feel so happy. So much. I don’t feel like I should stop it anymore, you know? I like being happy and you make me feel like I deserve it.” He wasn’t sure if he was making sense. “I like you... more than a whole lot and the fact that my dream is coming true and you’re here with me is just... mind boggling. I was so confused at first. But I can see your friends don’t treat you the way you deserve either and I want to do that. I want you to feel like the most special and beautiful girl in the world, because you are.” He took the confidence now to lean down and kiss her nose and cheeks and then her wet lips. “I’m working on being more confident. It’s happening but... please, know I’m not ever doing anything when I’m nervous because of you. You make me happy.”

Y/N felt herself tear up a little bit at his sentiment. It really did break her heart to think that he’d been made to believe that he didn’t deserve to be happy and that’s why he was the way he was, but she would do everything in her power to help him get through it. She leaned up to kiss him again, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and getting up on her tiptoes and held him there.

“You do make me feel like the most beautiful and special girl in the world, you know?” She said softly, “I’m so lucky...” Y/N breathed out, “so so fucking lucky.” She whispered and pressed another kiss to his lips before going to wash his hair. It would take time, she knew that, but she found it hard at times because she wanted nothing more than for him to feel the way she did whenever she was around him.

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well-its-not-human-anymore · 4 years ago

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Touch starved/ hurt reader - hcs or scenarios the turtles? Reader super cool regarding friendship, like funny and open etc etc, but if someone tries to do anything that implies a bit more regarding romantic stuff they are kinda like oop- no. Reader is kinda jumpy and just freezes when someone’s they like does any kind of affection ( blushes a lot, try to run away and avoid those situations) people have taken them for granted which has make them a bit cold and defensive in that area- they want to be more affectionate ( which they know deep down it’s what they crave) but it’s kinda they are a scared / angry cat? Please, hope this makes sense, thank you

( also regarding looks and gender I think you can go with they/them so everyone can see a look but if themselfs in the scenario, and if you are going to any kind of skin ship, make the reader extremely defensive over their arms and tummy pls, I do love hugs but if anyone touches my hips I’ll try to get away so fast omg sbbtjfjdkdksn and I will just close off momentarily, I absolutely hate it, I’m more on the heavy side ( talk and chubby ) and if anyone’s touches the “giggly” parts I get extremely upset ( because of how ppl havemade fun of it over the years) and I think the boys would be very “??? What?” To that reaction cuz they didn’t think it was some thing bad to have? ( like a more soft and chunky/chubby body) because they haven’t been exposed long enough to society’s judgment or beauty standards ( I mean they know about! The ones who would have read more about it maybe it’s Leo and Donnie, but what I mean maybe they have never experienced something like this - themselfs irl) Eitherway this ask is already so long omg I’m sorry and thank you, if it’s too much you don’t have to do it, have a good night/ day!)

Okay first of all I love you and I would die for you. You are a perfect human being and there is literally no one else like you. Your body does a damn good job of keeping all of your organs in place and that's what matters. If anyone tells you different you rock their absolute shit.

And don't worry, I understood the request perfectly so no worries on that, I've got a similar body type except I'm really short. But I'm also super defensive over being touched or having those parts of my body perceived, so trust me when I say you're not alone. We be vibing with this together.

Now to the writing!

TMNT Headcanons

Boys reacting to a touch starved/defensive reader

Michaelangelo

Look man, our boy here is body positivity central, he thinks you look amazing and he wants everyone to know it

As far as you two go he's your best friend, your homie, your main man

So of course he's gonna wanna show you off, why wouldn't he?

He doesn't think you'd have a reason to not be okay with it, you've always been playful with him and his brothers

So obviously there's some widespread confusion once Casey gets tossed into the mix

All Mikey had done was reach behind him and snag you by the waist to pull you over

That was all

The words "and this is my best friend, y/n" never got the chance to leave his mouth

He was definitely not expecting you to squeak out in protest and scramble away from him as fast as humanly possible

Your face was burning red and you were clutching your sides, desperately trying not to bare your teeth in defence

Mikey couldn't help but feel heartbroken

Was there something wrong with him?

You sent Casey an unenthusiastic wave before turning on your heel and basically running out

Leaving a very confused orange turtle behind you

When he finally managed to catch up to you later you rushed to explain why you'd reacted the way you did

You couldn't stand his expression when you explained that no- you didn't think he was disgusting and no, he hadn't done anything wrong.

But he did seem baffled at you telling him that it was because you hated being touched there.

"Look Mikey, I've got no problem with the whole contact thing but you gotta give me a warning or something before you go around grabbing me. Okay?"

He was 100% fine with that

Anything to make you comfortable

But you both got to the point of being able to laugh at your reaction to the turtle trying to hold your hand

"Seriously Michaelangelo, I have a reputation to maintain. How am I supposed to do that when you're giving me feelings?"

Donatello

It completely baffled him

By all accounts it didn't make sense

You threw around compliments like you were playing hot potato and for whatever reason you'd always find someway to playfully flirt with him

But the second one of his brothers suggested something other than the innocent friendship the two of you had you would shut down completely

And coincidentally those types of comments were made at the most inconvenient times

Nothing screamed awkward more than you going stone cold and standoffish over a piece of pie

Bubbly and excited one moment, tossing around those positive affirmations to your favorite people

And staring murderously at an inanimate object the next

You were like an unsolvable rubix cube to him

But he was determined to figure you out

"Y/N?"

You didn't appear to be busy, just sitting on the haphazard bunk in your makeshift area with a book in your lap

The others had gone out on patrol and you weren't sure where Splinter was at that particular moment which left you and Donnie holding down the lair until they got back

The perfect time to approach the subject

"Hey y/n? Can I ask you something?"

His voice always got a little louder when you were alone, less afraid of being overheard. You looked up with a smile

"Fire away Dove."

His cheeks flushed in surprise

"uhhhhh... whydoyounotlikeme?"

You set your book down and leaned forward to stare at him

"Elaborate."

And he did, god he did, he did it at the speed of sound of course, but you caught every word

let me tell you, this boys heart broke for you when you told him that you did like him

you really really did

but the thought of being romantically involved with anyone made you shut down

Donnie assured you that it was fine

he'd wait for you as long as you needed

Raphael

Look, Raph knows a thing or two about being self conscious

out of all of his brothers he's the one who worries about his appearance the most

but you- holy shit he thinks you're the most amazing, perfect human in the world

so when he finds out that you hate being touched and that thinking about relationships makes your skin crawl he doesn't know whether to genuinely cry for you or punch someone in the mouth

both is okay

You'd always been very bold with your words and sometimes you'd even joke that you couldn't even tell when you were flirting with him

it just slipped out

and hearing that even though you could pull that off as easy as breathing and compliment all of them endlessly but you struggled to be comfortable in your own body?

that was a lot to unpack in one sitting

but the longer he sat with you and listened to you talk him through it the more he understood

sure, it was horrible

and he wouldn't likely stop thinking about hurting the people who'd done this to you (there'd be too many to count)

but you had a way of making him understand things

it was his favorite thing about you

"Uh- you know y/n, I uh- personally I think you look great. Like- all the time."

plz insert awkward finger guns here

there, your playful smirk was back and you were wiggling your eyebrows at him

"Awhhhh... is that Raph I see having feelings?"

Leonardo

he'd done enough listening and reading to know how society treated people who it thought was different

and he hated that you'd had to experience that for most of your life

when it came down to it and he saw that you had become particularly hard on yourself he took it upon himself to check in with you

that's how you'd started meditating with him

and you'd found it quite relaxing if you were completely honest

Leo told you that meditation was the best way to connect with your body and understand it

you hoped that in time you would understand what he meant by that

but the positive affirmations were doing something, so you'd take it

he'd always encourage you when you couldn't yourself

and always jump to your defense when the others got a little to out of bounds with their words

you still would noticeably flinch when touched without warning

they were all working with that

and he still found himself saddened that you'd recoil back into your protective walls if anyone mentioned anything inherently romantic

but you were coming around

and he was endlessly proud of you for that

Alright I hope I was able to get down what you were thinking. This one definitely took the most contemplating out of any of the requests I've gotten so I hope you like it!

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iamdeku · 4 years ago

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Strictly Business: ProHero!Deku x Reader

Pro hero!Izuku meeting his new personal assistant who is nervous and had previous terrible experiences with Proheros who treated her like a tool. (Reader is female)

This was a really fun request to do! I loved the idea for this and definitely got a little carried away with the word count, haha. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault. Bad bosses. I did not proofread.

You had been nervous when you had started working for the #1 hero. You had worked hard to get here, but it had been a long road, and it hadn’t always been fun. In fact, up until now it had been terrible. When you walked into Deku’s office, you were seriously thinking about undoing years of work and changing your career path entirely.

Your dream had been to work with heroes. Not be harassed by them.

You first job had also been your first mistake. You should have known better than to work with the Fresh-Picked hero, Grape Juice, but you were new to the industry and no one had warned you off. So you became a personal assistant to your sleaziest boss to date.

Mineta had done his best to ruin your life. He sexually harassed you at ever turn, abused his power, kept you after hours and made you do ridiculous things. When you finally gathered the courage to quit, you never looked back.

When you were looking for your next job, you decided it was better to go with an established hero, one who had been in the game a long time. Endeavor, as the former #1 hero, seemed like a solid, safe choice. You were so wrong.

You worked for Endeavor for years, unwilling to quit the paycheck, but the experience was awful. Endeavor was arrogant, with a terrible temper and a hefty helping of sexism. By the time you were in a financially stable enough place to quit that job, you had lost all faith in the heroes around you.

So now, starting your first day working for Deku, you were prepared for the worst. You were sure you were about to be introduced to some fresh torture, but you were ready for whatever he would level at you. Heroes could sink no lower in your eyes.

So naturally, you were surprised on your first day when he seemed…nice. Sweet even.

You knocked on his office door, a combination of dread and resignation swirling in your stomach. You expected a wait, but he answered it almost immediately.

“Hi! You’re my new personal assistant, right? It’s so nice to meet you. I’m sorry I wasn’t at your interview. I meant to be there but there was a crisis downtown I got called in for. I hope you got the gift basket I sent to your house to apologize. I really am so sorry, it’s terrible policy not to have met you before now.”

You had gotten that gift basket, actually, but you hadn’t thought he was aware of it. You definitely hadn’t thought it was his idea, but from the sounds of his speech it definitely had been. You blinked at him a couple of times, trying to gather your wits after that rapid speech.

“Yes,” you said. “I’m your new personal assistant. It’s very nice to meet you. What can I do for you today sir?”

He seemed confused, as though he hadn’t expected a personal assistant to be ready to work. That couldn’t be right though. He was an experienced pro.

“Didn’t they tell you when you got here? I thought we could start with lunch together, so I can get to know you since I missed your interview. I’m sorry, I should have sent you an email.”

Your heart sank at his words, all of your hopes for his kindness to be genuine crashing with it. So, it was to be the hopelessly flirtatious boss who thought you existed to fulfill his fantasies again. You had seen that before.

“I’m really not sure that would be wise, sir. I like to maintain a strict level of professionalism,” you said, making your refusal as polite as you could.

He blinked, as though it hadn’t even occurred to him that might not be professional.

“Oh. I suppose you have a point. Well, why don’t we eat here while we work then? I can ask you a few of the questions I didn’t get to for your interview while you settle in.”

You sighed internally. There was really no way you could politely turn that down, so you forced your face into a smile.

“That sounds like it could work well.”

You were pleasantly surprised when your lunch actually went well. Deku never made a move on you, other than his request for you to call him Izuku, which seemed to apply to all the employees. It could have just been a ploy to get you to let your guard down, but all the same, you wanted to believe he really was this kind.

You two worked together in his office the whole day, and you became familiar with his schedule. He never did anything to make you uncomfortable, and as the day wore on you decided cautious optimism was the way to go. Maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You smiled fondly at the memory, chopping carrots on the counter. Across the room from you, the man you had come to know well was pacing, mumbling frantically as he analyzed some old battle playing on his TV.

“Izuku, you’re going to throw off my cooking with all that racket, and then we’ll have nothing to eat.” You laughed lightly.

He nearly jumped 10 feet in the air. “Sorry, sorry! I guess I just got a little lost in thought. Although I guess I wasn’t the only one lost. I asked you about my schedule earlier and you didn’t seem to hear me at all.”

You blushed in shame. “Sorry.”

Izuku shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Happens to me all the time. Obviously. What were you thinking about?”

“I was just remembering my first day working for you and how terrified I was.”

It seemed silly to you now, but back then you never could have predicted you would be best friends with your boss, let alone cooking dinner for him while working unofficial overtime as a passion project. You never thought that working for Izuku would be what you always wanted.

“Why were you terrified? Just because I’m #1? You’d worked with famous heroes before. I’m no one special.”

Oh, how wrong he was.

“You are special. You were the first hero I’d worked with who didn’t make me miserable. Every boss I had before you either sexually harassed me, overworked me or was just plain unpleasant. Usually all of those. I had given up on heroes before I met you,” you confessed casually.

Izuku blanched at you.

“What?” The word was breathless, barely audible.

“Yeah. I thought you knew my work history. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but anyone with any experience working with heroes will tell you Endeavor is not a super cuddly guy.”

“I…had no idea.” You looked up and found, to your surprise, that Izuku’s eyes were swimming with tears. “I never knew you were treated like that. I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s okay. I have you now.” You froze at your misstep.

He would probably never notice it, but you had. It really hadn’t been your intention to fall in love with your boss, but he had been so sweet and kind to you that it had happened naturally. The way his eyes lit up when he smiled, the energy he had for the things he loved, his strength and dedication had all lead you here.

“I’m not going to let anything like that happen to you again. Or anyone. I’ll make sure your past employers get investigated.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

There was silence in Izuku’s house as you stared down at the carrot you had been cutting. In an effort to lighten the mood, you tried to make another joke.

“You know, that first day when you invited me to lunch, I thought you were hitting on me.” You laughed a little bit at the absurdity of it. “I know now that you would never do that, obviously.”

You heard the crash when Izuku dropped the mug of tea he had been holding. Before you could move, he was scrambling to pick it up, cheeks bright red and flaming.

“I-Oh, this is terribly awkward.” Izuku mumbled, no doubt thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“Wait. Were you flirting with me?” You asked, breathless.

“No! I mean…not…not then,” he stammered.

“Are you-” You stopped, taking a moment to gather your courage as Izuku stood, effectively giving up on the shards of pottery at his feet. “Are you flirting with me now?”

He stiffened, looking deeply uncomfortable as he met your gaze.

“Yes. I mean, not intentionally! It’s just that I have feelings with you, but I would never act on them. I would never want to make you uncomfortable and if you feel like you need to resign now because of that, I understand. I would be happy to recommend you to any of the other pro-heroes I know, and I can assure you they would make excellent bosses.”

You crossed the room to stand in front of him, taking one of his awkwardly flailing hands in your own.

“I think I am going to have to resign, unfortunately.” You watched his face fall before quickly correcting yourself. “It seems like it would be inappropriate to date my boss. I have feelings for you too, Izuku.”

Rising up on your tiptoes, you dared to kiss his cheek, hot from his blush and scattered with freckles.

“You do?”

The question is quiet, but you hear it clearly with his breath in your ear, faces still close from where you haven’t dared to move. You pull back now, surveying his awestruck face.

“Yes. You’re one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. I guess it was sort of inevitable that I would fall for you.”

You smiled, biting your lip and staring down at your feet. Izuku’s warm, calloused hand reached up to your cheek, pulling your gaze up to his.

“So does this mean you want to be with me?”

The words seemed too good to be true, striking somewhere deep in your chest and knocking you breathless. Yes. Please, yes, let it be true.

“I would like that very much. If you would, I mean.”

Izuku nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! That was never my intention with this, but after getting to know you, I really do like you. I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but I think you’re beautiful and clever and funny and I would love to take you out on a date, if that’s something you would want.”

You smiled, leaning gently into the palm of his hand that cupped your face, bringing your own hand up to twine your fingers together.

“I think that sounds perfect.”

Izuku laughed softly, and you could hear the emotion in the sound.

“You know, I was so lonely before you. I was really just hoping for a friend when I hired you. I thought maybe we would get along okay and I could have someone to keep me company. I was crushed when you said you liked to keep it professional, but I vowed to myself I would honor your wishes.”

“Yeah. We both did a great job of keeping it professional.” You gestured to your surroundings, snickering to yourself.

“I seem to recall you inviting me into your home first,” he teased.

“Hey! I was having a home decorating crisis! I could not build that shelf myself.”

“Or, as it turns out, with my help.”

You snorted at the memory of your backwards shelf, which you had eventually decided to just make do with. As it turned out, Izuku was terrible at building furniture. He was great at making you happy though.

“Well, it all turned out for the best.”

“It sure did. But I think we can both agree that you’re the one who’s not professional here.”

You rolled your eyes, rising up on your tiptoes.

“How’s this for professional?” You breathed.

Izuku seemed like he might ask questions, but before he could, you kissed him gently. When you pulled away, you were both smiling. Your hands had moved to wrap around his neck, and his hand had fallen to your waist.

“I think I’m really starting to like professionalism.”

#mha #bnha #agedup!midoriya #prohero!deku #deku x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #deku #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Bouquet

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having come clean about being single for a very long time now and considering herself completely out of the dating scene, Y/N’s confession is taken and responded to with a ton of kindness, especially from a special someone...

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your lovely request, it was such a joy to write! I’m so sorry for the long wait you had to go through but the fic is finally here and I hope you enjoy reading it! Love, Vy ❤

I roll out of bed with little to no desire to start my day. We haven’t got a scheduled stream for today and the clouds glooming in the sky seem to be promising rain so really what do I have to get up for except that it’s a rule society installed?

Just kidding, I’m basically stalling and that’s all.

So what happened was the streamer gang and I were playing Among Us last night and our conversation during the pause between rounds somehow swerved into relationship territory. I stayed quiet the majority of if not all the time because I had no valid input to offer.

If you know me you know I’m not one of the performers on the dating scene. I have never really confirmed it with my fans - well, until last night, that is - but I bet they have picked up on that fact considering I’ve been on YouTube for around a decade and have never had a partner. That being said, I’d have to also mention that I have in fact dated but someone but it was before my YouTube era started. Me choosing this career path, which back then was just a hobby, had nothing to do with the relationship ending but it still motivated me to not to actively look for a relationship while I’m still focused on my career. It’s too much work, too much stress and requires a lot of balance I most certainly either don’t have or I don’t have the energy to put in balancing my romantic and professional lives. Luckily, no one’s ever pressured me into finding a significant other, not yet at least, so no societal pressure for me!

But I gotta admit I felt real awkward admitting all this last night.

“Hey Y/N what do you think? You’ve been awfully quiet?“ Rae asks, causing me to jolt in my seat from where I’ve been reading my chat for the past five minutes, my mic muted.

I quickly unmute to reply, blushing ever so slightly, “Um, sorry I was reading my chat. What do I think about what?”

“The gesture of giving flowers to your significant other, is it romantic or a waste of money and plant murder?“ Rae explains, still managing to catch me off-guard with her question.

I ponder what my response should be for a little bit before deciding to level it to a neutral level where I almost sound indifferent, “It is in fact plant murder basically and artificial flowers would definitely be a better gift - plus they’ll last longer.”

“Mhmm yeah that’s true.“ Poki agrees with me, “But there’s still the question of whether it’s a romantic gesture or not. I personally don’t think it’s overrated or cheesy, I actually quite like it. What about you, Y/N?“

And now she’s got me in a real trap that I can’t wiggle out of without speaking my truth. I don’t know where this sudden anxiety around the subject came from but it now resides within me rent free and makes me feel self-conscious and embarrassed of the confession I’m inevitably make.

“Um, I wouldn’t know for certain, I’ve never received flowers myself...“ I say sheepishly, cringing at the sound of my own voice, “It’s not like I’ve dated plenty of people and the one guy I did date wasn’t really romantic or anything, I mean - we were teenagers, after all. But when I think about it in theory I think I’d like the gesture: it’s thoughtful, plus you get a temporary but beautiful piece of décor out of it.“

I’m gonna hope I didn’t sound too pitiful or desperate. Of course I’m not gonna check afterward on the stream cause I’d rather live in the illusion of having sounded humorous rather than be given the confirmation that I didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, did you date your last boyfriend like a decade ago?“ Corpse is now the one talking and that makes me feel even more anxious. This is not the impression one would want to give to their crush, is it? Oh well, no turning back now.

“Correct.“ I reply with a laugh that I hope didn’t sound as nervous as it was.

“And you’ve never, like in your whole life, received flowers from someone?“ He sounds astonished which sort of makes me want to shrink up in my shell like a turtle. Too bad I don’t have a shell though. I’m genuinely thinking of the option to rip the router out of the outlet right now to save me the troubles but I’m not that immature. I’m surprised I’m even reacting this way - this topic doesn’t usually bother me at all but now for some reason I’m red as a tomato and shrinking in my chair.

I know what the obvious answer is but I’d rather die than admit to it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds bad but I really don’t care.“ I make an attempt at changing the subject, swerving it back to the main topic rather than my lack of a love life, “I do, in fact, find the gesture sweet - it adds vibrancy to the relationship just like the flowers would add vibrancy and color to the space they’re put in.“

“Oh my gosh, that’s such a cool analogy!“ Rae gushes, “You’re totally right, it might be an old trick, but it’s aged like fine wine.“

Phew, God bless you Rae.

“Exactly, exactly.“ Corpse agrees as well but I don’t think he’s fully heard what Rae said since he sounds to have fallen in deep thought.

At least I got away with it with only making a SLIGHT nervous wreck of myself.

Yikes, was that horrible, though I don’t people will remember it for long. Sure, my fans have sent me thousands of lovely messages and pictures of bouquets and will maybe continue sending them for another day or two - which I highly appreciate, don’t get me wrong. I’m severely touched by this gesture of theirs and it almost makes me glad I finally ‘came clean’ about my romance-less life - however, it’ll fade overtime. I mean, who the heck cares if I’m single or not?

As I pour the milk over my cheerios which I’ve been snacking on dry for the past half hour as I rifled through the many notifications clogging up my lock screen, I hear the doorbell ring. I’m understandably puzzled by this, seeing as how I never get visitors so that doorbell rings only when I’ve ordered something, be it takeout or a random item off Amazon. However, I can’t remember ordering anything, at least not anything that should be arriving at the moment or even anytime soon - that glow-in-the dark curtain isn’t supposed to arrive until next week. I make my way to the door, unbothered by the fact I’m still in my pajamas, and take a look through the peephole.

It’s a delivery guy...and he happens to be holding a huge-ass bouquet.

“What the...“ I mutter to myself as I unlock and swing open the door in the blink of an eye, “Hi?“

“Hi there, are you Y/N L/N?“ The delivery guy, who I’ve seen many times before and who I’m on pretty friendly terms with, asks me jokingly, sending a wink my way.

“I sure am.“ I reply, my gaze fixated on the breathtaking flowers he’s holding, “But those can’t be for me, that’s for sure.“

He fishes looks at his clipboard one more time, nodding before he looks back at me, “I double and triple checked, Y/N, they’re for you. Here, have a look if you don’t believe me.” He turns the clipboard for me to see and he is actually telling the truth. I mean, I doubt he’d have any reason to lie to me but mix-ups happen all the time.

“Um, ok thanks. Sorry for the halt, it’s just...I’d hate to be the recipient of the flowers meant for another girl.” I apologize as I take the bouquet for him, still in awe of the fact I’m the one it was made and meant for and sent to.

I say a quick ‘bye’ to the delivery guy before practically running inside to inspect this bouquet for a card from the sender. I have my guesses: it has to be someone who was present during the stream last night and someone who knows my address. Hopefully it’s someone from my friend group and not a fan who watched the stream and just happens to know my address. I’d still appreciate the gesture, but I’d also install security cameras if that was the case.

Something about the color scheme of the flowers - pink and black - gives me Rae vibes since she constantly teases me about my aesthetics contradicting each other. But then again, Poki does it too so it could be her as well....

Oh...OH GOD IT’S NEITHER OF THEM

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I’ve been sitting here, keeping myself a safe distance from my phone so I’m not the first one to send her a text. So I don’t ask if she got what I sent her. So I don’t ask what she thought of it, how the bouquet looks in her living room, how it smells, how it makes her feel. I have so many questions so that phone is best off at a major distance from me. I’m the one who’s better off with such a huge distance between me and the device, to be perfectly honest.

Was it a bad idea? Should I have slept on it - or just thought about it longer cause sleep and I don’t get along? Should I have at least waited a day or two? Should I-

My phone vibrates with a notification and I practically fly to it from across the room, grabbing it and unlocking it asap. My heart sinks and takes off like a rocket simultaneously when I see I’ve been tagged in Y/N’s Instagram story. I nervously tap the notification that sends me to the picture of the bouquet I sent her with some text written over it.

“Thank you, Romeo ;)“

Somehow that one sentence answers all those aforementioned questions.

Is this what people refer to as butterflies in one’s stomach? Cause it feels significantly more like a crush...oh wait.

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vtforpedro · 3 years ago

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long, long health update - tw in tags please read them

I am going to speak very frankly about suicidal ideation; please don't read further if this is triggering for you ;3; but please know that I love you I had my follow-up appt with my neuropsych on monday to go over my results and whatnot. it was virtual, and I was in the middle of a head episode and I told her I wasn't doing well, but within about 5-10 minutes, she was saying I should probably go to the ER lkajflaj I guess it looked pretty bad lmao anyway I told her all the reasons I couldn't. medical trauma, being dismissed b/c I have doctors who manage my headaches, and I know it's not life-threatening even if it is 10/10 agonizing, so why are you here. they're so dismissive. she said that they have medication to possibly help break the cycle of constant migraines but I've been treated with those before and they didn't do shit migraines are secondary to iih. it's the iih that needs to be fixed ._. she said I still deserved to not suffer and that the ER is very strict about keeping covid patients away from other patients and I didn't have the heart to tell her they intubated a covid patient 10-15 feet away from me last time I was in an ER 😭 anyway so the results. she said she wasn't worried about anything going on that was concerning or indicating something wrong in my brain. I DID score quite a bit lower for someone my age on information processing (which is exactly what I said I was struggling with to my two neuros who were both like ehhh) and some issues with memory but they weren't super specific and so it could be something neurological, could be my migraines and constant agony lmao, could be my Emotional State. could be all of them at once, I suppose ;) she went into more detail about some of these things but it was the two questionnaires I filled out that were HNNN. so once all the data is entered from like 300 questions it shows a good look into my personality and perceptions and all that and it makes a cool little graph (OR SO I THOUGHT). the kind that looks like mountain peaks. so she points at the one that is waaay higher than the rest and nearly touching the top of the box and she's like 'do you see this one' me: yeah 😬 her: this is your feelings and ideations about suicide me: 😬 😩 😬 her: when I see a score this high, I stop what I'm doing and I call the police to have them escort you to a hospital me: 😬😬😬😬😬 her: but I didn't do that. because when we spoke in office you told me you felt this way and why you don't do it. you told me it's something you've lived with for a long time and the pain you are suffering is what makes it so bad. and I trust you me: 😭😭😭 okay her: do you see this line down here? this is people who have suicidal ideation recorded on this test. you scored 98% higher on suicidal ideation compared to people reporting suicidal ideation HNNNNNN. she said it probably wasn't surprising to me and asked me if I was safe again and all that. I assured her I was and said in my previous appointment; I've had suicidal thoughts since I was like 12? maybe earlier. there have been very few times in my life not surrounded by abuse and trauma so I'm never really free of it. I've had four traumatic incidents causing increasingly horrible episodes of ptsd in nine years. all through my 20s. still here woo, lol and she said she knew that and had a patient not long after my first appointment who had similar circumstances in their life. and they told her it's almost a comfort having it. cause I was saying it's in the back of my mind at all times and I won't do it, but yeah, it's always there. anyway she said they said the same thing; it's always there, always in the background as 'hey I'm an option!' even though we aren't going to harm ourselves. it's a comfort knowing there is an option even if we plan on never using it? idk it just spoke to me and I felt it in my soul we talked about some emotional stuff after and I cried and it was a thing. it felt really good to speak to a psychologist who, just as she was in the first appointment, seemed genuinely concerned and wanted to help

me. I told her I was ready for therapy and she said she'd already looked for therapists for me lkasjdlkja and gave me a group that I emailed yesterday. I don't think they'll take my insurance but she said to message her through the portal if they don't and she'll try to find someone who does I don't remember if I mentioned it, but since she knew about the head shit before I met her, she dimmed her office lights without asking if I needed it and like as soon as we started the virtual visit, she leaped up and dimmed them and said she should've thought about it before the appt 😭 (I keep my brightness really low on my computer and use the warming feature 24/7 on comp and phone and my apt is really dimmed but it still helped a lot when she did it) she kept saying 'you did nothing wrong. it was the choice of others to do what they did. you don't deserve to carry their choices. you deserve to be able to hand it back to them. you don't deserve to be in pain. you did nothing wrong. you deserve to be free of what they did and you deserve to not suffer in such physical pain' I'm so wary of doctors but I really like her and I feel fortunate to have been referred to her ;3; speaking for a long time and especially emotionally is hard for me, so I might try to do two sessions a month once I find a therapist and see if I'm ok with that. trying to keep everything virtual while delta is out there I read her report and her official diagnosis is uhh really strong for major depressive disorder, severe. and severe ptsd with disassociative symptoms so!!! I claimed both of those on my disability application and the person handling my claim told me when I had this appt to call and let her know because she wanted the info. I signed a release the day I was there when I told my neuropsych that cause MH stuff is different than other medical records. she said she faxed it to the woman handling my disability application but I was gonna call her and ask if she received it and also tell her I have a new neuro so she will probably request his stuff too I called today and her voicemail box is full so lol try again later today's been awful. last night was horrible. got a bill for over $800 from my colonoscopy/endoscopy even though I asked numerous times if insurance was covering it and was told yep, every penny. so I was on the phone with insurance and the surgery center for 45 minutes. insurance seemed confused af but the agent I spoke with got some help from people who handle this stuff I guess finally she told me not to pay it, they're going to send them a letter to get it sorted (idk if this means I won't have to pay it at all or if they're going to try to make it that way. but I think govt insurance, which is what I have, works differently. like doctors kinda have to follow what they say vs. the other way around) and not worry about it for the next 30 days. I'm still gonna worry about it lmao they used a nice scare tactic on the bill that this was the 'LAST AND FINAL NOTICE' despite the fact they've never sent me anything else. my mom and the insurance agent said nah that's just what they do to scare people into paying fuckin love america <3 land of the free. the american dream! greatest country on earth 💜🖕💜 I just don't want it to go to collections and have to fight credit bureaus to get it off my credit so it's not destroyed |: anyway my head hit like 10/10 bad while I was on the phone cause of the talking a lot and trying to PROCESS INFORMATION and stress and also the fucking hold music, which I have to hear in some way b/c I gotta know when they're back on the line hnnnnn bad day. it's 1pm and bad, bad, bad day. bad month all around. I want this shit to stop anyway. I'm sorry about the suicidal ideation talk, but it's important to talk about that stuff. it can get severe but it can also get better. it does, eventually, even if it comes and goes. it always does get better I'm sorry, I also really needed to get this down somewhere. feel like I'm going to explode emotionally AND physically and I need to talk about it. hopefully

soon I'll have a therapist to talk to so I can get a lot of this stuff worked on. got my whole life to chat about so it'll probably take a long time but I'm willing to let it lmao therapy doesn't usually work for me anymore but idk I've had a lot of shit happen in less than two years so maybe it will this time I'm trying! I really am trying if you read this rambling monster, thank you. love you all and please stay safe

#vtforpedro personal #tw suicidal thoughts #tw suicidal ideation #tw suicide #tw mental health #tw depression #tw anxiety #tw mental illness #personal #medical #also she is obligated by law to report suicide risks and right now that's to the police so I can't blame her for that #we desperately need crisis intervention rather than fucking asshole cops but that's just what it is right now

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forever-rogue · 5 years ago

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Of Princes & Berries - Part 1

A/N: Yeah, so I have like zero self control, and I’m so deep in my Pedro feels and Oberyn is one of my og loves. In this family we throw canon out the window. Canon? I don’t know her. Anyways, this will probably be like 2-3 parts, y’all will get some sexy times, so hold tight. As always, feedback and comments are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged, let me know! xx

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: slight language

MASTERLIST

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Popping a few of the fresh, succulent berries into your mouth, you received a tut and playful glare from the chef that was busy preparing various foods for feasts throughout the day. You gave him an innocent smile before putting a finger to your lips.

"Those are for the prince," he reminded you playfully, passing a jug of wine towards you, "those were imported just for him, best not eat them all."

"Oh relax," you gently bumped him with your hip as you loaded everything onto your serving tray, "our esteemed guest won't be missing a few of them. Besides, these are so much mode delicious than the ones we have here. Ours are so lackluster and have no flavor. These are practically bursting with juice and flavor. Maybe the best I’ve ever had!”

"Why do you think he specifically asked for them?" he turned back to the pot he was stirring, giving you a little sigh.

"Because he's the fucking prince of Dorne?" you started to lift the tray up to carry it to the gardens where he was no doubt waiting, "and he's got impeccable taste. Looks, taste, people throwing themselves at him left and right? What a life he leads.”

"Just make sure this gets out to him," he insisted and you gave him a small salute as you headed out of the dim kitchens, “and no detours to eat more berries!”

A small sigh escaped your lips as you stepped into the daylight and felt the sun's rays hit you and instantly warm you up. Everything felt lighter already. Most days in King's Landing were overcast and not this beautiful, at least not during this time of year, and you planned on taking full advantage of it. Perhaps later, when you were done with morning duties, you’d go and set by the sea for a while. It always relaxed something deep within you.

As soon as you spied the prince, staring out into sea, a smile grew on your face. You'd spoken to him a few times here and there, mostly in passing, since his arrival at King's Landing. He was a bright spot, a welcome interruption in our normally monotonous and drool days.

He always spoke to you in a kind manner, taking the time to ask your name, how you were doing, small things. But unlike most people in the court, he seemed genuine in his actions, kind even. He truly listened when you spoke, rather than just blowing you off.

As you approached him, a smile stretched across his handsome features when he realized it was you, causing a small flutter in your heart.

"Good morning, Y/N," he stood and offered you a small bow as you set the tray down on the table in front of him. It was a sign of respect; reverence. Proprietary would have you bowing to him, but he never was one for rules, "how are you on this fair day?"

"Your highness," you beamed at him, pushing a plate of berries at him, "I dare say my day has been much improved. What good luck it was that they sent me to serve you."

"Good fortune, even a wonderful twist of fate," he sat back and watched you intently, "or perhaps I made a simple request."

"A request," you raised an eyebrow as you sneaked a berry, which just made him chuckle at you. Normally, with almost anyone else, you'd never be so bold. But with Oberyn...it felt normal, right even, "you asked for me?"

"You sound surprised," he mused as you leaned against the table, trying to soak up as much sun as possible, "why does it surprise you so?"

"I don't know," you said quietly, "I just never thought I'd make that much of an impression on anyone. I prefer to pass by quietly, generally."

"You've made quite the impression on me, sweet girl," he said softly. You caught your bottom lip in between your teeth as his words fell over you, "I'll take every opportunity I can to look at that lovely face."

"You flatter me," but a content sigh escaped your lips nonetheless, "it is I who am in awe of your beauty, your highness. Surely."

“Now you’re just flattering me, fanning my ego like everyone else,” he waved his hand at you laughed at him, “I didn’t specifically ask for you just because you fall in line like everyone else.”

“I’m sorry then,” you playfully stuck your tongue out at him, “I shall never flatter you again. Nothing but complete honesty.”

“A simple request, no?” he teased, letting his fingers linger near yours. You studied his hands, the few scars that had marred the warm, tan skin. He was really was beautiful, such a sight to behold in your otherwise dreary life, “can I ask you something...perhaps too forward?”

“Yes,” permission was given without hesitation, and worry. Nothing about him worried in you in that sense. Sure, he was the Red Viper, deadly, feared, and brutal in his own way, but you saw past that...he was also kind, gentle, surprisingly soft spot and quick as a whip, “anything.”

“Have you been with a prince before?”

“I’ve been with many men who call themselves all sort of things,” you shrugged your shoulders as you poured more wine into his goblet, “kings, princes, knights, lords. You name it and I’ve been with one.”

“And have they lived up to your expectations?”

“Hardly,” you grabbed a berry and popped into your mouth, and raising an eyebrow at him, “the only time I’ve experienced true pleasure, it has certainly not been at the hands of a man.”

“Oh?”

“Yes,” you sat down across from him, far overstepping any boundaries that remained. But Oberyn was different; he wasn’t like all the other princes and lords who spoke down to you like you were some sort of mere peasant. He treated you like an actual person. That in itself was enough to keep you intrigued; his delicious, warm accent didn’t hurt either. It was like music to your ears, sweet like the wine that flowed freely throughout the court, and much more pleasant than the harsh accents of the King’s Landing that you’d have grown accustomed to.

“You prefer the company of women?”

“I do enjoy the company of women,” you gave him a lazy half smile, “very much so. They’re beautiful creatures, soft, and warm, kind. Unlike men, they know how to touch other women, how to make love and make it a pleasurable experience, not just spend five minutes pounding into you until they’ve found release like a common barnyard animal. And then again, if all else fails, there is also the undeniable pleasure you can give yourself.”

“Very valid points,” he eat a few of the fresh berries, his dark eyes never leaving yours. A smile played on his features as relaxed in his seat, letting the sun warm him, “clearly you haven’t been with the right men.”

“Do you think you’re different?”

“I know I’m different.”

“Hmm,” you mused, “you’re very sure of yourself, my prince. Is your reputation well deserved? Are you as good of a lover as they all say?”

“I am,” a small smirk played on his lips as he crossed his legs, gauging your every reaction closely. He was curious, almost deathly curious to see what you hid under your cool exterior. You acted like you belonged in the court, under the direction of the Lannisters, but he could see through right through you. He knew you weren’t fully invested in your job or life here; hells, anyone that spared you more than a passing glance could see that much, “do you care to find out?”

“I appreciate the forwardness,” you gave him a wicked little smile of your own, “but surely you’ve got better things, and individuals, to shower in your worship. I am a simple servant, not worthy of anyone’s time, something I am made sure never to forget.”

You didn’t wait for a response before standing up and brushing your skirts off as you turned to head back inside. You’d been gone for some time now, surely you’d be attracting some unwanted attention any minute. You’d only been meant to serve the prince, not converse as though you were fast friends, shamelessly flirting in the open where anyone could stumble upon the two of you.

Oberyn was a welcome change to the cold atmosphere of the court you were used to. He brought a certain liveliness, warmth, and you swore more sunlight, with him. You could only imagine how wonderful it must be back in Dorne, where he got to spread that same radiance day in and day out.

“Where are you from?” he asked as you turned to leave. You paused and tensed up, surprised by the sudden question. He didn’t move as he waited for answer; part of you was tempted to pretend that you hadn’t heard him, but you knew better than to defy the prince.

“I’m just a servant, your highness,” you gave him a saccharine smile as you watched his expression falter slightly. It wasn’t the answer he was expecting, “I am from wherever I am situated. My job isn’t to have a personality, it’s to serve others.”

“That’s not what I asked,” he grabbed a particularly plump looking strawberry, took a bite before standing up and striding over to you. His caramel gaze was focused on yours as he gently grabbed your jaw with one hand raised the berry to your lips. It was a question of sorts, to see if you trusted him. Without hesitation, you parted your lips slightly, letting him pop the berry into your mouth. You let the juices coat your mouth before swallowing, your eyes never leaving his. Oberyn traced his thumb delicately along your bottom lip, wiping away the small bit of lingering juice, “where are you from, my sweet girl?”

“Your highness-”

“It’s a simple question,” he let go of your jaw, his face moving into a softer expression as his eyes slowly raked over you. If it had been almost any other man, you would have been disgusted, but there was some gentle about when it was Oberyn.

“Honeyholt,” the name of your birthplace fell off your lips almost like a whisper, and your eyes darted around to make sure no one had heard. When you worked for the Lannisters, personal matters as such were best left unsaid; they paid you, albeit barely, for your service, not to moan about your previous life.

“That’s rather far from here,” he mused and you shrugged lightly. You were a a child, a mere young thing the last time you had visited your place of origin. You didn’t remember enough of it to truly miss. King’s Landing had been your home since, “what brings you here, to the harsh life of the court?”

“I didn’t have a choice,” you bit your lip, unsure of how far he wanted you to go into detail, “I...was brought here by parents. They needed the money, and I was their only source of commodity. For them it was an easy decision. I haven’t seen them since.”

“I could tell you were not from this forsaken place,” you wondered what he meant, how easily he could tell you were different. You’d spent most of your life trying to blend and not stick out, you’d thought you’d been doing a fairly decent job. Most people didn’t spare you a passing glance, unless they desired something from you.

“And just how is that, if you don’t my asking?”

“You’re much too beautiful to be from here,” he answered and your entire body suddenly felt like it was on fire. You turned your head, gaze intently trained on the cracked ground of the aging palace as you avoided his inquisitive looks. He reached over and with a few gentle fingers tilted your chin up to face him, “do not shy away from your beauty.”

“I do not,” your voice was but a whisper, “people do not usually show me such...reverence.”

“You have kind eyes,” he carried on, “the sweetest smile, hair fair more beautiful than the Lannister gold they love so much here. Your accent gives you away, it is very slight, but anyone with a keen ear will be able to pick up on it. These barbarians here no doubt have come to ignore it.”

“You...” no one had pointed out that fact that you have a slight lilt to your voice in years. You’d lost the majority of any accent as a child, having come to court as such a young one, and being surrounded by nothing but the gruff voices of the crownlands.

“And if you don’t mind my saying so,” he took a step closer and ran a gentle hand down your body, fingers grazing down your side and sending a shiver down your spine, “a figure that any man or woman would be blessed by the gods to know. Beautiful breasts, a round bottom, lovely thighs, I can only imagine how exquisite everything I’m not seeing is.”

His large hand gave your ass a firm squeeze, and a small sound escaped your lips; a mixture of surprise and pleasure. He was forward, there was no doubt about that, but nothing about it felt...wrong, or unwelcome. You could tell he was making sure every touch and word off of his lips that he was making sure you were okay with it. And you were. Everywhere he went, women, and men, fawned over him, dying for even a bit of affection and attention from the prince. Here you were, having down nothing and you were the object of his desire.

“You flatter me far more than I deserve, your highness,” your cheeks were on fire as he smiled at you, trying to reassure you that his affection was well deserved.

“Please,” he insisted, bringing a hand back up to your face, “enough with the formalities. Oberyn.”

“Oberyn,” you repeated, enjoying how it felt on your tongue, so sweet and foreign, much more interesting than anyone you encountered through your daily duties.

“What was your name?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you insisted, but he was not fooled by your attempts at deflection. Instead, he leaned against the carved marble pillar, arms crossing his chest as he analyzed you, “you know my name.”

“My dear, sweet little one,” you sighed lightly at the sound of his voice, so rich and warm, hitting each last nerve within you, “everyone has a name. It means something, even if that of a bastard.”

“What if I don’t want to have a name? What if I want to be no one?” you shrugged as you leaned against the column facing him, “what if I want to hide in the shadows?”

“Y/N,” your name had never sounded more lovely or magical than when it came off of his lips. It sounded pretty, beautiful almost, “it matters. You should be proud of who you are...unless you are some sort of monster, which I already know you are not.”

“You already know my name.”

“And you know exactly what I’m referring to you. I am a prince, sweet one, not a fool.”

“Flowers,” you gave him a soft smile, “just like all bastards of the Reach.”

“But you’re not a bastard,” he pointed out as you nodded, “so why do you claim the name?”

“So I can be no one.”

“You, my sweet girl,” he was by your side again in no time, leaning only mere inches between the two of you. He smelled warm and sweet, likes spices and exotic fruit. Enchanting. Lovely, “are destined to be so much more than no one.”

“I assure you, it doesn’t matter,” you said after a few beats of silence, “my family was once one of the many great houses, just like so many others. But they fell and were broken apart over the years. The remainder of them are common merchants now. It’s easier to claim the name of a bastard than to receive pity for your family’s misfortunes from the likes of Lannisters and Starks and whomever else.”

“I am sure you far outshine them in every way,” he pushed a few locks of your hair out of your face, “your kindness is fair greater.”

“I...I know why you’re here, your hi- Oberyn,” you were scared that you had overstepped your boundaries, but weren’t able to hold back your tongue. He was so forward and open with you, surely he wouldn’t mind if you did the same.

“And why is that?” his curiosity was piqued as he tried to read your expression.

“Your sister,” you answered softly and he shifted on his feet, shoulders tensing slightly, “I used to work for her...when I was just a child...before. She was the kindest woman I had ever met, gentle and sweet to everyone she ever encountered. Beautiful to no ends and her smile could light up the entire kingdom. Her babes were just as sweet, they would grown up to be the kindest people.”

“You knew Elia?” he was quieter now, and had a soft pang to his voice. He still missed and longed for his sister. Even though she had been gone for some time now, he still mourned for her and her children every day.

“She’s probably the reason I’m still alive,” you admitted, “she took me under her wing when I was brought here. I miss her too. I cannot imagine the sadness and burden it must have placed upon you and I would not dare to imagine. But I know how hard it was on someone like me, just a servant.”

“I think of her every day,” he admitted, “I know I cannot get her back, but it doesn’t dull the pain; Dorne has mourned her loss every day. Instead we must honor the memory of those we’ve lost, instead of letting grief consume us, no?”

“Yes,” you agreed, placing a small smile back on your face. You hadn’t meant to bring the mood down, but you wanted to let him know where you stood, that you were on his side, “I...I blame myself some days. When they attacked...I just ran and hide. I ran and ran and ran until it felt like I couldn’t breathe and then I hid and waited, waited till the smoke had cleared and it was safe to come out. I didn’t even try to help her or her babies. I just wonder if...I had stayed if I could have done something.”

“You were a child,” he could imagine the horrors you had seen, all the thoughts and emotions that had stayed with you throughout the years, “it was not your place to do anything. You protected yourself; it is our instinct to flee and hide, especially as children.”

“I was a coward.”

“You were a child,” he repeated firmly, “you were not a coward and it was not your duty to protect anyone. They should have protected you.”

You weren’t even aware of the fact that a few tears had rolled down your cheeks, but Oberyn was quick to wipe them away. He brushed a thumb over your cheeks, in such a soft and intimate gesture, offering you a small, reassuring smile in return. You put your hand on his wrist and gave it a firm squeeze, “thank you.”

“Y/N,” you almost jumped out of skin at the sound of Cersei’s grating voice. Swiftly wiping the rest of your tears away with the back of your hand, you took a step back from the prince, who seemed completely nonplussed, “surely you’ve got other duties to attend to. I’m sure the prince’s wine and berry need has been satiated for now. We know where to find you if we want more. Go on and apologize to his highness for your folly and distraction.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as you let out a shaky breath and gave her a nod. She had her trademark smirk on her face and you wished you could slap it off of her pinched features. She really was cruel down to her core, and you often wondered when the last bits of humanity had left her. You wondered how much she had seen or heard. Hopefully not enough to warrant any sort of punishment.

Instead, you gave her a nod and small bow before turning back to Oberyn, “I apologize for my indiscretions, your highness. Please let me know if I can be of service at any time.”

“What did I tell you, my sweet girl, call me Oberyn,” he was not bothered by Cersei in the slightest and her jaw dropped in surprise. You couldn’t hide the small smile that crept onto your face, “and do not apologize for a conversation I have initiated. Surely even the lovely Cersei can understand that people enjoy conversation.”

“I...yes,” you returned his warm smile, unable to contain yourself and enjoying the little thrill that defying Cersei had placed in your bones. He reached for your hand and placed a kiss, chaste kiss to the back of it. You knew Cersei must have been dying on the inside at the exchange, frankly, so were you, “thank you, Oberyn.”

“I’ll see you soon,” he promised, making it a point to look directly at Cersei, who was fuming silently. If she had been a kettle, steam would have been exploding out of her ears, “I’ll find you.”

Just before you could turn to return to the kitchen and go about the rest of your daily duties, Oberyn trailed his fingers over your face, letting his gaze linger on your lips, “until later, dear Y/N.”

You turned to go back inside without another word, a bounce in your step at what had just happened. But just before you got inside, you heard him call after you, “I’m glad you enjoyed my berries, sweet girl!”

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Can you write a scenario for reaper, soldier 76, baptiste,mccree and genji with a s/o who is being sad because reader think that they dont love they anymore but it turns out that they just have too much work or thinks to do? (ik that you dont like angst much me too but can you do some angst at the beginning and it gonna turn into fluff?)

Overwatch Males x gender neutral reader

Features: Baptiste, Genji, McCree, Reaper, and Soldier: 76.

It’s the same scenario for 5 different people so it’s sorta boring. Anyway, I know I don’t do angst but it’s.. really nice to write… but not the same thing... 5 times... in a row.

Sorry this took so long

Requested: Yes

Warning: Angst

Jean-Baptiste Augustin

Lately, you had been feeling lonely. Baptiste wasn’t home often, or at least as much as before. It felt like he was prioritizing his work over you, which was reasonable since he was a medic, but it’s as if he didn’t even care about you anymore.

When he came home, if he even did, he would come late. He wouldn’t leave a note, wouldn’t even kiss you as he lay down beside you.

In the mornings, he wouldn’t leave a trace behind. The only proof of him being there was the faint warmth on his side of the bed, you wouldn’t even feel the warmth yourself.

It’s as if he was gone from your life.

One day, you were fed up. What’s the point of a relationship if you never see each other?

Your plan was to confront him, stay up late until he came home. Then again there were some days where he wouldn’t even come... back.

Back to you…

No, you can’t have sympathy. He’s the one ignoring you.

When he came in, finding you awake on the couch, he was worried immediately. Why had you stayed awake? You need rest. Granted, so did he, but his work needed him more.

“Something wrong, dear?” His face showed worry, though you mistook it for nervousness, for fear.

“You don’t love me anymore.” Straight to the point, you planned. There was no sugar coating it.

“I--” Jean wasn’t expecting this, he was speechless. He had so many things to say but he didn’t know which words to choose. You took his loss for words as him trying to find an excuse.

Your frown was evident. You hoped that he would’ve objected, but he didn’t. “N-Nothing to say?” He could hear the heartbreak in your voice, you could feel the heartbreak in your chest.

“Baptiste, at least say something.”

You weren’t even using his first name. Your eyes told him everything, you were begging for something, anything! Even goodbye..

“I…” He took a deep breath, he still didn’t know what to say. But if he didn’t say anything, you’d just be gone. “I love you.”

Tears pricked both of your eyes. “You don’t.”

“I do! I do, I promise.” He stepped forward, you scooted back on the couch. “I’ve been caught up with work, I swear.”

You laughed in disbelief, thinking about it. Medics were usually overworked, that’s for sure.. He seemed genuine. He couldn’t have been acting, he’s a terrible actor, for one.

You’re so silly. Just because he’s gone, he doesn’t love you.

You laughed pitifully at yourself. The tears streamed freely now, they were tears of embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” You gasp out.

“No, I’m sorry.” Baptiste pulled you into his arms.

“I’m so silly.” He wipes the tears from your cheeks, prompting you to do the same to him.

“You’re not.” He replies with a smile, just the sight of him alone makes you smile along. “You’re everything but that, you’re my love. You’re my everything.”

Genji Shimada

Lately your lovely green cyborg ninja dude had been… distant. That was understatement, you hadn’t even seen him in the past month.

Sure, he didn’t live with you. He was a busy mercenary..or an adventurer..?

He hid a lot of things from you, yet he claimed to love you. Lately, you couldn’t even see it in his eyes. Then again, at least he shows you his unmasked face.

What the hell had he been doing though? He wouldn’t have left you alone without a reason.

He’s spent months away from you without seeing you before, but he’d sent letters, somehow. It’d been a month and a half you had received no letters.

You shouldn’t worry this much, maybe where he is he has no access to.. messengers.

But then, a letter came. The writing was chicken scratch, unlike his usual messy yet uniform writing. It said that he would be coming to you today, or well, whatever today was in the time zone he was at. The thing you noticed, however, was that it had no “I love you”, “I miss you”, “I’m excited to see you again”, just a plain, “I’m coming today - Genji”

Maybe he was in a rush, as an explanation of the chicken scratch.

But it felt odd, it felt off...

Like the sappy cyborg he was, he’d usually add some poem that he was forced to learn as a child. This time, he had nothing. Even if he was in a rush, as you read one time when he began being chased by wolves mid-writing, he’d find the time to write ‘I love you.’

The whole day you’d spent waiting for his arrival, thinking about his letter and how much it seemed like he didn’t love you anymore.

Sometime after your lunch, he barged into your house.

He immediately took his mask off and ran toward you, encasing you in a hug and smothering your face with kisses.

You tried to see if it was genuine, sincere.

He noticed your frown. His eyebrows furrowed and his smile turned into a frown. “Are you okay, buttercup?” He always used that nickname to cheer you up as he wasn’t to use pet names often.

You could see the love in his eyes clearly.

You sighed bashfully, of course he still loved you. You were overthinking. “Yes, I’m fine.”

Genji brought his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss. He finally got to see you again, after all this time.

“I missed you.”

Jesse McCree

Jesse had been distant lately, despite living around on your old farm with you. He spent most of his time these days away from you, doing farm work. Even when all his daily work was done, he’d be outside.

He’d have a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other as he left, but if you tried to find him, you wouldn’t be able to. You had no clue where he was and any place you thought of was empty.

When you did see him, he didn’t look happy at all.

It’s as if emotions drained out of him. That alone would bring you to worry, but he wouldn’t kiss you goodnight, he wouldn’t lay next to you in bed.

He said he needed to do something, but what would he be doing at 9 pm?

What the hell could he be doing?

The town was too far from the farm for him to leave without taking the truck, unless he decided to walk like an idiot.

Maybe he just wanted some space.

Was he not liking farm life? He’d been a bounty hunter and vigilante before he settled down with you, though he continued his former ‘hobbies’ every once in a while. Was he not happy with you?

One night, you wanted to know. You wanted answers.

Right after dinner, he moved to leave, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He looked nervous, as if he were hiding something.

You led him to sit with you on the couch. “Jesse, are you happy?”

Jesse mustered a small smile, “Of course I am, darling.” It didn’t seem convincing enough.

“Where’ve you been?”

“Is this because I haven’t been kissing you goodnight?” Jesse laughed, but it sounded quite forced. “I swear, I will tonight.”

You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows. Jesse could tell you were getting suspicious of him, but he really didn’t want to say what he’d been doing.

“It’s not about that, Jesse.” You sighed. “You don’t seem happy, you don’t seem to want to be around me. Jesse, if something’s wrong with… with us, just tell me.”

“No, no, nothing’s wrong with us.” Jesse struggled to think of what to say, only saying what had just come to his mind.

“Then tell me why you’re distant.” Your voice was raising.

He didn’t want you to be angry, he really wanted to clear this up but the surprise he had for you… it was worth exposing, he didn’t want you to think he didn’t love you or that he wanted something else.

“Darling,” He took your hands in his to reassure you. “I’ve been working on a surprise, ‘been fixing up the old tractor.”

You laughed in disbelief, you were so stupid but so was he.

“I swear, I’m almost done. You’re only going to have to suffer through this for another couple o’ days.”

You laughed whole-heartedly this time. Your laugh was contagious for the dear cowboy, causing him to join with you.

“You’ve been fixing up a tractor for a month now?” You said when you caught your breath.

Jesse feigned offense, putting a hand on his chest. “I am no technician. Besides, a tractor getting run over by a truck? That’s a hard fix.”

Gabriel Reyes

Gabriel didn’t live with you, something you quite understood. He’d told you most of his secrets, which is surprising because of how fucked up they are, but that showed he trusted you.

Though sometimes you hoped he would live with you.

You knew the dangers very well, he made sure to guarantee you understood and knew them. But all the time you spent away from him, you couldn’t help but ask yourself how he was going. Not emotionally, though you were bound to worry about that sometime, but rather physically.

His job was literally murder people, so ‘self-defense’ was imminent.

Usually that’d be what you worried about, but this time, it was more so about your relationship, your love.

The only times you’d seen him the past month or so was him coming for you to patch him up and immediately leaving, and… well, that was it. It’d just happened a few times.

Though when he did come, he wouldn’t bother taking off his mask. He could’ve been in a rush but to be in a rush three times?

Besides, before that he would visit you 3-4 times a month, minimum. He hadn’t come to visit you, not counting the medical help. You wouldn’t consider those ‘visits’ since he wouldn’t stay for long and said barely a word.

No “goodbye”, no “I love you”, no “I’ll be back soon”, no “don’t worry about me.” Just a gruff, straightforward, “Help patch me up.”. Not even a “please”.

It all made you exasperated, thinking and thinking and worrying.

You were exhausted, you wanted an explanation, but most importantly; you wanted to see him, the real him.

You didn’t want this ghost, this cloaked, masked Reaper; you wanted Gabriel Reyes.

Yet he seemed to not want you.

The realisation of the possibility of him falling out of it, out of your love.. it struck you hard; Sent you into a sharp breath, dragging a sob out of your throat and tears from your eyes.

You despised crying, the way it made you vulnerable, the way it made you look hopeless.

That’s how he found you.

In the rush to get to you, he forgot to take off his mask.

The sight was scary, the well-known murderer and Talon council member rushing over to you while you’re at your weakest. He could finish you off that easily.

You were scared for only a second, remembering that this wasn’t just the Reaper, this was Gabriel Reyes, but just barely.

He reached forward to hug you, but you backed off.

It made him confused, why were you trying to get away from him? Then he noticed what he was wearing. He cursed and apologized, quickly taking off what he could.

“What’s wrong, dear?” He only called you pet names seriously when he found it necessary, whatever case it would be necessary was always a mystery to you, until today. When he did use a pet name, it would usually be followed by a chuckle or a grimace.

“Gabriel,” You stopped with a sob. You hated this. You hated the pity in his eyes. You hated how pathetic your voice sounded. “do you love me?”

“Yes, yes, of course I do.” Gabriel replied as fast as he could, he wanted to reassure you. He didn’t want you to think he was finding excuses or lies while he thought about words to say.

“Do you really?” You didn’t let him answer, despite the hiccups and sobs breaking through your words. “Where’ve you been?”

“I’ve been working.” He pulls you into his arms and wipes the tears from your eyes. As much as you wanted to get answers first, you couldn’t resist him.

“Talon’s rivals have forming alliances to throw us off. I swear, we’ll stifle this just as quickly as it started. But in the meantime, I can’t see you as much. I should’ve told you earlier.” He cursed at himself under his breath. He’s been so caught up that he forgot to tell you.

“I’m sorry.” You wipe the tears from your eyes.

“No, no, it’s okay. You have all the reason to react this way.” He smiled at you, rubbing circles on your back to calm you down. “Do you want water?”

“Yeah.”

Jack Morrison

It was silly of you to think a masked vigilante would fall in love with you. As far as you knew, you both liked each other and started dating. That was the extent of your relationship, you didn’t know if you loved each other just yet.

You should’ve paid attention to all the movies.

Everytime the protagonist was a vigilante and they had an s/o, they would end up leaving them behind because ‘it wasn’t safe for them’ or the protagonist ends up dying, rarely.

You didn’t want either of those situations to happen, especially the former. You rather he be alive over.. the opposite of that.

Besides, it wouldn’t exactly hurt that much if he left you. As mentioned before, you just like each other, not.. loved…

You were lying to yourself.

You did love each other, it would hurt a lot if he left you.

All of this just because he wasn’t showing you his maskless face. You were curious as to how he looked like, sure, but you didn’t want to pressure him into showing you.

You just felt that if he loved you and if he trusted you, he’d show you.

You hadn’t even seen him in months either. There was a possibility he’d already left you, without even leaving a note.

But Jack wasn’t this way, he isn’t the type of person who would just up and leave.

Then again, you couldn’t know that for certain. He held a lot of secrets from you. So many that you wouldn’t know if he was putting up an act around you.

You respected his secrets but you wanted to know the real him.

At the start, you thought he liked you. It didn’t seem like that these days. If he truly loved you, he would give you his secrets.

That’s… something very rude and wrong, but you didn't feel like he was trustworthy anymore with all the secrets you knew he was keeping from you.

The days blurred by without him, you don’t remember when was the last time you saw him.

He came to you one evening, injured and asking for your help.

Of course, you gave it to him, though you guessed you looked bitter by the fact that Jack was worried about you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your reply was harsher than you meant it to be.

Jack doubted your answer. “Are you sure?”

You sighed, accidentally wrapping one of his bandages too tight from frustration, making him wince. “Sorry, it’s just. I know we haven’t exchanged these.. words, but…” You were planning on saying those ‘magical words’ but you didn’t want to until you made sure it was mutual. “Jack, it seems like you’re falling out.. feelings.”

“What? No, I still like-- I love you.” The words surprised you, but how could you know he truly meant them when he couldn’t even look you in the eyes as he said that?

“If you did, you would tell me your secrets. You would show me your…” The determination in your words faltered as Jack slipped the visor off his face. “..face.”

He was… beautiful.

“I love you.” Jack repeated. He blushed under your attentive gaze, making his face all the more handsome.

“I love you too.” You were stunned, he was stunning.

Jack chuckled, pulling you out of your trance. He raised an eyebrow at you, showing off that he knew full well what he was doing to you.

“S-Sorry.” You looked back down at his bandage. You didn’t even know what you were apologizing for, was it the doubts or the tight bandage?

“It’s okay.” Once the bandage was done, you locked eyes in a comfortable silence. Before you knew it, your lips were locked together in your first kiss.

His lips were rough, but they felt perfect against yours.

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