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lemonyboy97 · 8 months

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Wrote this in like 8th grade?? If you like it might continue it??

(Dabi x !self insert! !female! Reader)

New world and a Fresh Start.

By: Me

Epilogue

“Where am I?” I ask the holograph standing in front of me. It doesn’t answer, instead it says, “I take it you haven't read the letter on the bedside table.” I shake my head and look around. The room is…2D? It looks like something you would see in an anime.

I pick up the letter from the table beside me and start reading, ‘ “Seems you found my letter. I'm guessing you're confused. You are here because you were one of the few people selected to come to our world. ” I look up in confusion, but the hologram is gone. ‘As of today, this will be your home. You will be able to customize how you look. Your journey begins now. There should be a screen in front of you, choose the anime world you want to go to and live your story.

Thank you for reading, sincerely, The government.” ‘

Just like the letter said, a screen popped up in front of me. On it were hundreds of anime’s, Naruto, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Pokemon, and SO many more. It only took a second to decide. I carefully clicked on My Hero Academia. A notice popped up,

Warning: You will not be able to switch worlds, are you sure this is your choice?

Yes No

I clicked yes, I don't remember what happened after that, other than waking up and seeing… Izuku Midoriya?

Chapter 1

I look around and realize I'm on the ground. “H-Hey! Are you okay? You just fell out of the sky!” I look back at Izuku. “I think so.. Do you know who I am?” I ask. He shakes his head and says, “All I know is that you're one of the new UA students.” I start to stand up, Izuku reaches out his hand to help. “Thanks, Izuku Midoriya right?” I say. His eyes widen as he says, “H-How did you know that?!” “I have no idea, but I'm Hanako Suzuki,” I reply. Behind him, I can see my reflection. I have ice blue eyes, two-toned hair (white and black), and it's super long and wavy.

“So.. what class are you in?” He asks “1-A” I reply. He smiles and says, “Hey! That's my class! I can walk you there if you want.” I look at him and smile. “I would love that! Thanks, Izuku” He asks lots of questions while we walk. “Where are you from? What's your quirk? Who’s your favorite pro hero?”

“I don't know where I’m from, I haven't figured out my quirk yet if I have one.. I don't remember anything. And I really like EraserHead.” Izuku gasps and says, “You're gonna love our teacher then!” I nod and say, “I know who he is, Mr. Aizawa right?” He nods and smiles.

“Here it is! Class 1-A!” Izuku says as he opens the door. As I walk in Mina glances at me and Midoriya. “Another new kid Mr. Aizawa!” She shouts. Then Everyone in the room looks at me. Me being shy and easily flustered turned pink and waved awkwardly. “H-Hi..” Some smiled, and the ones who didn’t turn back around to keep talking to their friends. I look around the classroom and notice that Izuku is motioning me to sit down in an empty chair.

Unfortunately, that chair is right by Katsuki Bakugou. He looks at me when I walk up and says, “What do you want, extra.” I try to smile, and say, “Hi. I’m Hanako Suzuki” He turns back to his friends and ignores me. I sit down and stare at the front of the classroom. A kid sits down on the other side of me, they have a periwinkle pixie-cut, and a red beanie on. I wave and say, “H-Hi. I'm Hanako, who are you?” After a moment's hesitation, they turn and look me in the eyes, “Hiromi.” “What's your quirk?” I ask. “Ice. What's yours.” Hiromi says. I reply, “Um.. I don't know.. I don't remember anything.” Hiromi nods and turns around. I sigh and look at my desktop.

Izuku walks up to me and says, “Hey Hanako, let me introduce my friends!” I look up as he points and names each of his friends, “Ochako Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Shoto Todoroki, Tsuyu Asui, over there with the red hair is Ejiro Kirishima, and yellow hair is Denki Kaminari. Purple hair with headphones is Kyouka Jirou. Black hair over there is Momo Yaoyorozu. This is Katsuki Bakugou. The Bird-head over there is Fumikage Tokoyami. And the perverted grape is Minrou Mineta.”

Uraraka takes over while Izuku catches his breath “Mina Ashido is the pink girl, that sparkly boy over there is Yuga Aoyama, the uniform with no body is Toru Hagakuro, Hanta Sero is the black-haired kid standing by Kirishima. Mozo Shoji is the kid with white hair and a cool mask. He is such a gentleman. The kid with big lips is Rikido Sato, The guy who looks kinda like tree bark is Koji Koda, and the kid with the tail is Mashirao Ojiro. Also, the guy with the sleeping bag on the ground over there is our teacher, Mr. Aizawa.”

I nod and mutter, “There's no way I’m remembering all that…” She laughs and says, “Well I better sit down, class is about to start. I can’t wait to talk some more!” As she and the others walk off, Bakugou looks at me, “You need to pick now. You can either be friends with me, or those nerds. You can't be both.” I think for a moment and reply, “Depends, are you gonna be a jerk the whole time I’m with you and your friends?” He smirks and says, “Depends, who are you choosing?” I think it over for a minute and say, “You I guess, they all seem soft.” He nods and says, “Welcome to the Bakusquad” as he gestures to his friends behind him.

…

At Lunch

As I'm looking around the lunch area I see both Kirishima and Izuku waving at me. I wave back at Izuku but sit down by Mina, Denki, Katsuki, Kirishima, and Hiromi. I turn around and see Izuku frowning at me. When I turn back to the table Katsuki is staring at me. “What do you want?” I say. He shakes his head and looks away. I look at Mina and she shrugs. “Well in case nobody knows who I am, My name is Hanako Suzuki! Call me Hanako please” I say. Kirishima and Denki smile and (at the same time) say, “Hi Hanako!” I smile back and reply, “I already know who you guys are thanks to Ururaka, so…” “Are you done? Good. Now shut up and eat Idiots.” Katsuki growls. I look down at the table and go quiet. Kirishima says, “Bakubro, that wasn't very nice..” I look up and Katsuki says to Kirishima “What the hell do I care extra.” I look at Kirishima and say, “It's fine Kiri, thanks though.” I glance at Hiromi. They are staring off into space. I notice that every now and then their hand jerks. I'm watching their hands when they look up. They frown and move their hand under the table.

I look down in embarrassment. I can feel my face flush pink. Someone walks up behind me and says, “Hey Hanako, do you wanna come sit with us? You look uncomfortable over here.” I turn around and it’s Ochaco. I shake my head as I say, “Sorry Uraraka, thanks for the offer though..” She frowns and turns around. I turn around and lay my head on the table. ‘Why do I always make people sad or mad?’ I ask myself. I close my eyes, and I guess I fall asleep because the next thing I know Hiromi is shaking me awake. They look at me and say, “C’mon, it's time for class.” I nod and follow them back to the 1-A classroom.

…

After class

As I’m leaving the classroom I notice that Izuku looks kinda sad. I walk over and say, “Hey Izuku… Sorry for not sitting with you at lunch. Are you okay?” He looks up and half smiles, “Y-yeah I'm good.” I look at him and say, “Izuku. I swear to god. Stop lying and tell me what the hell is wrong right now.”

He shakes his head and says, “I'm really ok Hanako, do you remember where your house is?” I frown and say, “No.. But it's ok! I’ll call my mom.” I take out my phone and say, “I-I don't know my password...:” I try typing in something random and it unlocks. “But I apparently just figured it out!” I look at Izuku and we smile. I scroll through my contacts and click on ‘Mom’. It rings and when she picks up she says, “What do you want, mistake.” I had put it on speaker. Izuku looks at me in alarm and I try to smile. It looks more like a grimace. I ask, “H-How do I get home from school?” I hear her groan and say, “Why should I care, I told you to spend the night outside. You're not coming home.” She then hangs up.

“H-h-Hanako! Was that your mom?!” Izuku says quietly. I nod weakly and say, “I-I th-think so...” Izuku grabs my hand and says, “You have to come home with me! I can't let you stay on the streets, it’s dangerous!” I look at him as I make a decision. “Izuku.. That's extremely kind of you… but I can't accept that offer, I don't want to be a burden to you and your family.” I say. Izuku tries to grab my hand again as I walk away but I start running.

I ran out of the classroom, and out of the building. I hear someone behind me and think it's Izuku, so I keep running. “Hey! Wait up!” the person yells. I stop and turn around and it's Todoroki. He looks at me and says, “I overheard you and Midoryia’s conversation. Sorry, but I can't let you stay out here alone all night.” As he's talking he's walking towards me. Suddenly he grabs me and picks me up, one hand behind my head and neck, one hand underneath my knees. “W-What the- Todoroki?!” I yelp. I look up at him and he looks down at me while walking, “I can't have you running off, now can I?” I, of course, am as red as a tomato.

I try to move to where I can make him put me down and he says, “Please stop, I don’t want to have to carry you over my shoulder but I will if I have to.” I stop struggling and glare at him. “You wouldn't dare.” He was looking ahead, but he turned his head to look back down at me. He smirked and said, “How much do you wanna bet?” I realized he was serious, so I decided to shut my mouth.

After a few minutes he said, “Look. I’m sorry for carrying you, but I really don't want you running away and getting hurt because you were too stubborn to accept help.” I sigh and say, “Well, thanks Shoto. I-I just don't remember anything before this morning, an-and h-hearing my m-mother’s voice f-filled with…” I couldn't say any more because I had started crying. I turned my face so he couldn't see my tears.

Of course turning my head meant my face was in his chest, so he felt my tears. Thankfully he didn't say anything about it, “I understand Hanako. My family isn't exactly all rainbows and smiles either.” I looked up and noticed that he had stopped walking and was looking at me. My face is pink I can tell, but he just smiles and starts walking again. “My family can be… harsh. So please just let me do the talking… Actually if you could pretend to sleep, that would be a lot easier to explain.” He says. “I won't have to pretend if I actually fall asleep” I say as I close my eyes.

…

Chapter 2

When I wake up I keep my eyes closed and try to remember my dream while trying to go back to sleep. I finally gave up and opened my eyes. After a moment I remember the previous day and sit up. I look around the room I’m in. The walls are blank, and the bed is simple. I glance around looking for Shoto, and see that he is on the floor with only a pillow, no blanket. I stand up, take the blanket covering me and gently lay it on him. As I stand back up he opens his eyes.

“Good morning,” He says as he sits up. I look at him and say, “you could have put me on the floor. I wouldn't have minded.” He looked back at me and replied, “why in the world would I do that? I can sleep on the floor too, you know.” I shrug and say, “It’s your house though, you should sleep on your bed.” Shoto shakes his head and says, “You know that makes no sense right? Yes, you're the guest. Which means you should have the bed. Whatever. Here, take these and get changed. I'll step out of the room so you can have some privacy.”

He hands me a hoodie, t-shirt, and jeans. “The hoodie is mine, but the jeans and shirt are my sister’s. She’s a few years older than you so her clothes might be a little big.” Then he turns around and walks out of the room. I turn so my back is to the door just in case, then I change into the clothes Shoto gave me. They actually fit perfectly. Well, other than the hoodie. The sleeves go past my hands and the bottom almost to my knees. Once finished, I open the door and peek my head out. I don't see Shoto anywhere, but I hear yelling in another room. I walk down the hall and look around the corner just in time to see Shoto’s father raising his hand and swinging down towards Shoto’s face. I don't know what happened after that, but suddenly I was in front of Shoto taking the hit instead of him.

The hit had so much power that it knocked me backwards into Shoto. He caught me and his father looked shocked. “Well since you're ready we can leave Hanako,” Shoto growls. I nod numbly and we walk out of his house together. Once we are outside he looks at me and says, “I’m so so sorry Hanako! Why would you do that? How did you even get over to me so fast, I saw you by the door right as his hand was about to hit my face!” I stop, shake my head and say, “I couldn't just stand by and watch you get hit, and also I have no idea Shoto.” He gives me a look and replies, “That's strange… You're sure you don't remember how to use your quirk?” I nod and say. “ I don't. Shoto… do you think that I just used my quirk without realizing it?” He shrugs and we start walking again.

…

After class/At lunch

I walk to lunch by myself, trying to decide who to sit with. When I get to the lunch area I’m still undecided, so I sit by myself at a corner table. I get food from Lunch Rush, go back to my table, and then sit down. After a few moments, Hiromi walks up and sits down beside me. I kind of jump when they set their food down. “O-oh hi Hiromi! I didn't hear you come up behind me!.” They nod but don't say anything. “Hey Hanako, can we sit with you?” I look up and to my surprise, Shoto, Deku (Izuku), and Uraraka are standing across from me. I start to say yes but Hiromi says, “I have no problem with Todoroki, but if the other two sit down I’m leaving.” Deku looks hurt but nods and he and Uraraka walk away.

Shoto sits down across from me and says, “Sorry again for this morning. I feel really bad.” Hiromi looks at me with their eyebrows raised as if asking a silent question. I ignore them and say, “I swear to god Shoto. It's fine really. If it hadn't happened and we hadn't told Mr. Aizawa, I wouldn't know what my quirk was.” He nods and starts eating. “Hey, Todoroki. Wanna hang out later?” Hiromi asks. “Umm.. I guess. I'm going to visit my mom in the hospital… Hanako, do you want to come with us?” I look back at Shoto. “Sure,” I say and smile. Hiromi nods and says, “It’s a date. Well, not a date, date, I mean sounds like a plan.” Shoto and I look at each other and start laughing. “OK then, sounds like a date, I mean a plan,” Shoto teases.

...

After school

I met up with Shoto and Hiromi at the edge of the school building. I grab Hiromi and Shoto’s hands and say, “All right, friend squad. Let’s go!” Hiromi laughs, and Shoto smiles and asks, “friend squad?” I nod and reply, “I like it.” “I do too,” Shoto says. We start walking, no longer holding hands. I pulled out my phone and blasted my favorite song, Gurenge by LiSA. Shoto looked at me like I was crazy. “What? I like it.” I said. “I didn't think that was your type of music, I thought you were more of a violin and peaceful music person.” He replied. I laugh and say, “I can't remember when or who, but someone has said that to me before. They were my best friend…” My voice trailed off, and Hiromi said, “I’ve said that to someone before. I just.. I can't remember who I said it to. But it was my best friend. They were a lot like you, Hanako.”

After a few minutes of silent and semi-awkward walking, Shoto says, “Here we are.” I look up at him and say, “You look nervous.” He has to look down at me because I’m so much shorter than him. “I’ve never brought someone with me to see my mother. I’m worried about your and her reaction.” I take his hand, and then reach for Hiromi’s and say, “It will be ok. I can't wait to meet her.” Hiromi nods and pulls their hand out of mine. “S-sorry I don’t really like being touched.” I smile and say, “It’s fine! I understand.”

…

In the hospital room

“Hi, mom,” Shoto says when we are all in the room. There was a woman sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. She slowly turned her head, smiled, and said, “Shoto, you brought your friends!” He smiles and replies, “This is Hanako and Hiromi, and by the way Hiromi is non-binary.” She stands up and walks over to Shoto, and then hugs him. When she backs up she looks at me and then Hiromi, “It is a pleasure to meet you two.” She says. I smile and say, “It’s wonderful to meet you as well!” For a moment she just stares at Hiromi. “Hmm.. You look very familiar, do I know you or your parents?” She asks. “I-I never knew my parents. I was put up for adoption the moment I was out of my mother’s womb” Hiromi says, and looks down.

“I'm so sorry to hear that. What’s your quirk?” Rei asked. Hiromi looks back up and says, “Ice.” Shoto’s mothers’ eyes widen, but she doesn't say anything. She slowly walks back to where she was sitting before and sits down. Shoto and I look at each other, he looks just as confused as me. “Mom, how are you feeling?” He asks. I walk over to the window and look down. There’s a boy with black hair, ice blue eyes, and scars looking back at me. We lock eyes, and I feel a kind of electricity shoot through me. Hiromi, Shoto, and Rei talk behind me. I keep staring at the stranger. He motions for me to come down. I back up and think for a moment. I tell Shoto that I’ll be back and use my quirk to teleport down beside the strange boy. He looks at me and smirks. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” He asks. I shake my head and say, “Why don’t you tell me, pretty stranger.”

“Hmm” is all he says. After a moment he says, “What are you doing in that room, up there.” and motions to the room I was in. “Visiting a friend's mom. Why were you staring?” I ask. He looks back at me, and says, “I saw you and two others walk into the hospital earlier and I was jealous of that boy with you.” He says that and then gives my hair hanging over my shoulder a little flick. I look down trying to hide my pink face. “If I may ask, what’s your name?” The stranger asks. “Hanako. Yours?” “Call me Touya,” He says. He pauses for a second and says, “Look at me.” I look up and he continues, “Would you like to meet for lunch sometime?” I feel my eyes widen and I say, “L-like just you and me?” He nods. I say, “Sure…” After a few moments, he says, “You better get back up there, your friend is staring at us.” I look at Todoroki and wave, but when I look back at Hisoki he’s gone.

I didn’t notice ‘Touya’ standing around the corner of the hospital watching me when I teleported back to the room. Shoto turns around and says, “There you are! I was getting worried.” I smile and say, “Worried about little old me? You shouldn't be.”

...

Back at Shoto’s house

“What are you doing back here? This isn't a charity center. Go back to your home” Growled Shoto’s dad. I had just walked in with Shoto. Shoto glared at his father and said, “She can stay here for as long as she likes, her mom kicked her out.” I looked at Shoto and grabbed his hand. “S-shoto, I’m not wanted here. I’ll just leave, it’s not worth fighting over.” I whisper. He glares at me too. “Yes, it is.” He says. He must've seen something change in my eyes as I made my decision because he grabs my shoulders and says, “ Hanako. Don’t teleport away from me. I will find you and drag you back here by your hair if I have to.” I look away and say, “Sorry Todoroki. I’m not worth this fight.” Then I teleport to the UA gates.

I look around to make sure no one saw me, then I walk towards a random alley. Then I sit down under the eve of a building, in case it rains or something. I lean my head against the wall as tears fill my eyes. After a few minutes, I hear Todoroki calling my name from far away. I stand up and look around trying to see where he is, so I can teleport away from him. And I see Touya walking with a girl about my height, with blonde hair. I quickly sit back down, in my sheltered space hidden from view. “Ooh~ Dabi’s got a crush on a stranger~” She laughs. Dabi..? “Toga I swear to god. Shut the hell up.” He growls. My eyes widen, Toga, like Toga the villain? But what was he doing with her? My hand moves to cover my mouth, as my eyes widen. I can hear their footsteps coming closer.

I try to teleport but they see me before I can escape. “Hanako?” He says. Toga looks me up and down and says, “So this is the girl you saw today? Interesting” I look up, I’m shocked but for some reason, I’m not scared. “You lied to me.” Is all I can say. His eyes narrow and he almost growls, “Didn’t your mother ever tell you that it was rude to eavesdrop.” Then everything goes dark.

Chapter 3

Ugh, my head… I groan. “Finally awake little mouse?” I hear someone say. I slowly open my eyes, and right in front of me is Touya. No, Dabi, that's his real name. He is right up in my face, “Sorry about that, but I couldn't have you calling for help.” He says. I try to say something but he puts his hand over my mouth and says, “Shh. You have to stay quiet, or I’ll be forced to bind your mouth too.” Only then do I realize I’m handcuffed, to a pole behind my back. I look around taking in my surroundings for the first time, and I can feel panic start to set in. I look back at Dabi and mouth the words, why am I here? He laughs and says, “I couldn't have you running off telling the world you saw me and Toga. She suggested chaining you to a bed, but I told her it was too early for that.” He laughs again and backs away from me, towards a door on the opposite wall. “Wait, please don't leave me here alone,” I beg.

He stops and smirks, “What did I say about staying quiet?” He walks over to the corner across the room where there is a piece of cloth laying on the floor. I try to scoot backwards, but the pole is directly behind me so I can't go anywhere. Dabi crouches down in front of me and reaches behind my head with the cloth. I look into his eyes, inches away from me. “Don’t look at me like that kitty, I warned you.” He says. When the cloth is secured around my mouth to where I can’t speak he steps back and says, “Sleep well little mouse. I’ll be back in the morning.” And with that, he’s gone.

...

After a long sleepless night

“So, has he said what he was going to do with you yet?” Toga asks. She has kept me company for the past 1, 2 maybe even 3 hours. I shake my head. Strictly yes, no, or shrug questions. Apparently, Dabi told the League not to touch me, or any of my bindings. We both look up as Dabi slams the door open and snarls, “Get. out.” Toga stands up, brushes off her skirt, and smiles at me before walking past Dabi out the door. He stalks over to where I’m sitting tied up. He reaches behind me, to my cuffed hands and drags me upwards, so that I’m standing. My knees give out since this is the first time I’ve stood since last night and my legs have been crossed the whole time. He catches me before the chains do and holds me up.

“What did Toga tell you.” He says angrily. I shake my head because I’m still gagged. He sighs, lets me go, and carefully unties the cloth around my mouth. I open my mouth and breath deeply. “S-she didn’t tell m-me anything,” I say. Dabi looks into my eyes, and then shakes his head and looks away. He mutters something that I can't quite hear. He is still holding my face where the cloth was. I look down, but then I feel his hand move beneath my chin and pull my face back up. “Look at me.” He growls. I try to look away, but he keeps his grip firm. “Look at me or else.” I say, “Or else wh-” But I’m cut off by him kissing me. “Or I’ll do that.” He says, then he smirks. I turn bright pink.

“Now, about that lunch date…” He whispers. I’m staring into his eyes, as he presses his lips to mine again. He tastes like smoke and liquor. I try to pull away but he holds me in place by the back of my neck. I didn’t even notice that his hand had moved. Almost a minute later he pulls away both of us gasping for air. I can tell I’m bright red, and he looks… excited? And confused, and handsome, and… Snap out of it Hanako! I tell myself. He kidnapped you for god’s sake. “How touching, Dabi fell in love.” A voice drawls from the direction of the door.

Dabi immediately drops his hands, curses, and turns around. “What do you want, crusty.” He growls. I can’t see the person Dabi’s talking to but sounds like a boy with a squeaky voice. “C’mon what's wrong with wanting to talk with your new friend, maybe you could share with me?” The boy says. I had never seen Dabi’s quirk in action, but I did now. Bright blue flames cloaked his hands as he yelled, “You lay a single finger on her and you’re dead, Shigaraki.” I felt my eyes widen, Shigaraki. I heard Shigaraki walk forward and say, “Chill, I have no intention of killing your new love interest... yet. I need to talk to you, outside.” Dabi looked at me, then turned back to Shigaraki. He nodded and followed Shigaraki outside.

I look around, studying the empty room I’m (still) trapped in. I try using my quirk, but I get shocked. Dabi walks back in as I try to teleport out of the room. He smirks and says, “Neat, right? Quirk blocking handcuffs. Your stuck sweetheart.” I look at him as he walks towards me. “Apparently, your absence has been noticed. So here's what I’m going to do. I am going to walk you to UA. You are going to act like everything is fine, and when school is over I’m bringing you back here.” He pauses, walks over, grabs my face, and looks me in the eyes. “And if you tell anyone, I will kill them in front of you. Slowly and painfully. Do you understand?” I try to nod, but he is still holding my face. “Y-yes, I understand. But, what do I tell Shoto when he asks where I spent the night.” I say.

“I don't care what lie you make up, just make sure he doesn't see you leaving with me,” Dabi growls. He lets go of my face, and I nod. He is still staring straight into my eyes. “I’m going to take these handcuffs off of you. You are not going to use your quirk, and when I walk you to UA you are not going to run. Got it?” He says. I nod, and he reaches behind me, after a moment I feel the weight of the handcuffs disappear. Dabi backs up and I pull my arms to the front of me. I look down at my wrists and see bruises from the handcuffs. Dabi gently touches my wrist, tracing the bruises.

“I’m sorry” He whispers. Then he’s across the room holding the door open. “C’mon. We don’t have all day.” He says. I carefully walk over to him, and out the door. I feel his hands cover my eyes. “Can’t have you seeing where you are and telling your friends.” I nod and reply, “Ok.”

…

At The UA Gates

“Hanako!” Shoto yells, clearly relieved. I run over and he hugs me. “Don’t do that again. What if the LOV had grabbed you or something?” I can't help the bubble of hysterical laughter that escaped. I can see Dabi over Todorki’s shoulder. He is furious. I don't know why though. I back up and say, “Shoto, I can’t let you start a fight with your dad about me staying with you. I found somewhere safe to stay, Ok?” Shoto’s eyes narrow. “Oh yeah? Where.” I look down in panic trying to think. “U-umm I can’t tell you, it’s a secret,” I mutter. I hear him sigh. “Hanako. What did you get yourself into.” He whispers. He lifts my face and says, “Look. I won't pressure you to tell me or anything. But, I trust you to tell me if you're in trouble or in any kind of danger ok? Don’t get yourself hurt just because you were keeping something from me.” I nod, and seeing that Dabi looked like he was about to kill Shoto, reply, “We should probably get inside.”

Shoto glances over his shoulder to the alley where I was staring, somehow Dabi had managed to magically disappear in about 3 seconds. He looks back at me and says, “Yeah…” We walk in the building side by side, but not touching. Up ahead of us is Hiromi and Bakugou. They look like they are in an argument. Suddenly Bakugou pushes Hiromi against the wall and puts his arms on both sides of their head. I stop walking, trying to see what Bakugou is doing. Then I realize, he’s kissing her! I speed up, trying to match pace with Shoto, who is a few steps ahead of me. He looks at me and starts to say something. I quickly cover his mouth with my hand and shake my head. While still covering his mouth I grab his hand and teleport him and me to the end of the hallway, away from Bakugou and Hiromi.

When we are safely around the corner I move my hand and he asks, “What was that for?” I lean back against the wall, head spinning. “I saw Bakugou and Hiromi doing something, and didn’t think it would be smart to interrupt,” I mutter. “Hanako? Are you ok? How did you even do that?” He says. “I-I’m fine… Just a headache…” I start to say, then everything goes dark.

…

A little while later

“Is she ok?” I hear someone say. “She will be fine, she just isn't accustomed to her quirk, and I’m guessing she’s never teleported more than one person before.” Says someone else. I can feel that I’m laying on something soft, probably a bed, but this doesn't smell like UA. I hear a door slam shut. Then I slowly open my eyes and sit up. “Hey, lay back down!” Yells the person sitting beside me. I look over and much to my surprise, I see Dabi, not Shoto. He stands up, puts his hands on my shoulders, and pushes me back down. “What were you thinking, trying to use your quirk on you and that kid?!” He yells, one knee on the bed, hands still on my shoulders, leaning over me. “I-I.. Why are you here?” I managed to say.

Dabi lets go of my shoulders and sits down by my legs. “You really think I wouldn’t have my friend in UA keep an eye on you? When I heard you were sent to the hospital unconscious, I came running.” He says then he smirks at my shocked expression. “S-so are you Touya right now?” I ask. He nods. I look at what he’s wearing, and he looks miserable. It’s sweltering hot outside, and he’s in a hoodie and gloves. “You look…” I start to say but then my voice trails off, Shoto had just walked in. “Hanako, you’re awake.” He says. I look at Dabi’s face, and boy is he mad. I nod and quickly sit up again, despite my god-awful headache.

“Y-Yeah! I don’t know why you didn’t just take me to Recovery Girl. I-I’m fine now, so can we go back to school?” I say and quickly move to sit beside Dabi, who pulls his hood back down to cover his face. Shoto sits down in the chair across from me, and says, “Well school is over anyways, so I was thinking I could walk you back to wherever you're staying. In case you pass out again or something.” I shake my head and say, “Shoto, you know I’m going to say no.” He shrugs and replies, “I thought it was worth a shot.” Suddenly Dabi grabs my hand and says, “I will be walking her home, actually. So you don’t need to worry. And Hanako, we better go if we want to get home before dark.” I look at Dabi, and he looks extremely angry. “Y-yeah, ok.” I quickly stand up, pull Todoroki into a quick hug and say, “I’ll see you tomorrow at school, ok?” I can see his eyes narrow, but all he says is, “Yeah. See you tomorrow.” Dabi and I quickly walk out of the room, and down to the front desk. I fill out the necessary paperwork, then we leave.

“That kid should mind his own business,” Dabi growls. I stop and look at him once we are in an alley alone. “What the crap were you thinking, showing up in broad daylight like that?! You could've gotten caught! You almost did.” He turns and looks me in the eye. “Why do you care, I kidnapped you. You’re supposed to hate my guts, and want me to get caught.” He growls. “Well, I don’t. Got a problem with that?!” I shout. He looks shocked and mad at the same time. I don’t even know how that's possible. Dabi looks at the ground, then at me, then back at the ground. Then he mutters something unintelligible. He walks back over to me since he had kept walking earlier when I stopped. He pulls his hood down from around his head and says, “Look at me. I’m the bad guy, I’m the ugly, scarred villain with childhood trauma and trust issues. Why can’t you see that? I expected you to realize that, and run away screaming the first chance you got. So why haven’t you?”

“I am not going anywhere. I have no reason to. When I was talking with Toga this morning, I realized something. You guys call yourselves villains, but you're not! You are people who have had bad lives, people who aren’t understood by the rest of society. You aren’t accepted in normal social groups, so you made your own. And yeah, you do some pretty messed up things, but don’t we all?” I say. God, was it really only this morning that Toga and I had talked? Was it only this morning that this boy had kissed me? I grab his hand, pull off the gloves, and hold it up. “This isn’t ugly Dabi. This is a part of you whether you like it or not.” I continue. He pulls his hand away and backs up.

“My scars are ugly. Whatever, no sense in arguing over it. Let’s go.” He says, and then he has his hands over my eyes, just like this morning. A couple of minutes later, I hear a door open. We walk a little farther inside the building, and then another door opens. Dabi takes his hands off of my eyes. We are back in ‘my room’, the pole with handcuffs is still in the corner, but now there is a small bed and a table with a few things on it. I walk over to the table and in front of me are a few books, and some paper and pencils. I hear footsteps across the room and then the springs on the bed squeaking. I look over and Dabi is laying on his back with his eyes closed. I didn't even realize I was staring until his eyes opened and he said, “What are you looking at, doll?” I turn pink and quickly look away.

“N-nothing,” I say. I hear the bed squeak again, and then he’s behind me. “Hmm..” is all he says. I feel his arms wrap around my waist, hugging me. I can’t help the squeak of surprise that slips through my lips. I hear him laugh and he lays his head on my shoulder, face by my neck. “Maybe I should call you little mouse instead of doll,” he murmurs. The door slides open and I look over to our left and see Toga. “Hey, Dabi! Shiggy needs you.” Dabi sighs, pulls away and walks over to the door. “I’ll be back,” He says and then he and Toga walk out. I hear the lock click.

“crap” I whisper and sit down at the table. I pick up the pencil and move my hand over to the paper.

‘Dear paper/dairy,

Today has been crazy. First I see Hiromi and Bakugou kissing, then I pass out after using my quirk. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the hospital and Dabi is there. Shoto walks in, Dabi gets angry, and we hurry out. (Dabi and I, not Shoto) then when we get back to wherever ‘here’ is, there's a bed and table, and good lord I’m so confused. I didn't want to stay here this morning. I wanted to run. But now… I don't mind being here... being with Dabi. God, I hope no one finds this note.

Sincerely,

Hanako

I hear the door open behind me, I quickly put the pencil down and pull another sheet of paper over the one I was writing on. “Hmm, hiding things from me, little mouse?” Dabi says, then he reaches around me and pulls the paper I hid out from underneath the other papers. I grab his hands and say, “That’s private!” He touches his nose to my neck and says, “I don’t like secrets…” I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine. He laughs quietly and lifts the paper up out of my reach, holding his hand above my head. I reach up trying to grab it, and he raises his hand more. “Give that back!” I say, trying not to laugh. He is laughing and waving it, teasingly, just out of reach. I grab his arm and try to pull it down. It doesn't work the way I hoped it would. He does bring his arm down, but he pushes me against the wall, hands on either side of my face like I saw Bakugo do to Hiromi.

�� “Do you really want it back?” He asks, his face inches from mine. I nod weakly, I can tell my face is bright red. He smirks and backs up. He lifts his hand over his head and says, “Then come get it. I don't care if you have to climb on me to get it, but I’m going to make you work for it.” I flush pink and think for a moment. I could like he suggested ‘climb on him’ but that just feels… wrong, and embarrassing. So I run through the possible solutions in my head. Even though I’m clumsy, and, chances are I will end up falling into him, the best option is teleporting into the air by his hand, and grabbing it. I shake my head to clear it, and then I teleport. I quickly grab the paper, but as I’m in the air Dabi grabs me and pulls me to where he’s carrying me. In a toddler's hold, my legs wrapped around his waist, his arms wrapped around me.

“Hello there,” He says and smirks again. I turn pink and say, “Put me down, idiot.” He laughs lightly and leans in until our noses are touching and replies, “Why? Does this make you uncomfortable?” I close my eyes and try to remember how to breathe. I lean forward so that our foreheads are touching, and I’m leaning into him. He backs up and sits us down on the bed. I can feel his warm breath on my face. I open my eyes to find him staring at my lips. He touched his lips to mine, it was a very light and short kiss. Lasting only a second. He looks back up to my eyes. “Hmm…” Is all he says. I feel one of his hands move from my lower back to cup my neck.

I take one of my hands and gently touch his cheek, tracing his scars. He looks down while dropping his hand and starts to pull away. I move my other hand below his chin and pull his face back up to mine. I teasingly say, “Look at me or else.” He smiles softly and replies, “Or else what?” I touch his lips with my left hand and say, “I’ll have to kiss the handsome boy in front of me.” It feels like he’s staring into my soul when he whispers, “That would be… dreadful.” and then he kisses me. It starts soft, then I feel his hand that was holding my waist move to my hair and the back of my head. He pushes me into him, and I move my hand to his back and let it trail down almost to the pant line.

He breaks the kiss and says, “Well.. aren't you a naughty little thing.. Look at you. Sitting on my lap, kissing me, touching me.” He draws the last two words out, his voice slipping an octave lower. He bends down, nose brushing my collarbone, then slowly tracing up my neck to my chin. “I like that.” He murmurs. I feel my whole body shudder. I turn pink as he pulls away laughing. “Well, you are naughty, aren't you? I bet that adorable mind of yours just thought dirty, dirty thoughts.” He leans forward and kisses my forehead. When he pulls away again I gently lay my head on his chest and close my eyes. I can hear his steady heartbeat. Thump-thump thump-thump thump-thump.

I guess I fell asleep in that position, because when I open my eyes I’m laying on Dabi’s chest, and his arms are wrapped around me. I can’t tell if he is still asleep or not, so I gingerly lift my head and look at his face. He isn’t awake, but it doesn’t look like his sleep is peaceful either. Dabi is muttering something in his sleep, the same thing over and over. “Please, don’t leave.” It almost breaks my heart. I lay my head back on his chest and whisper, “I promise I won’t leave you, even if I’m not who you're dreaming about. I still promise not to leave.” I feel him stir beneath me. “Little mouse…” he whispers. His hand moves to my hair, softly petting me. I don’t think he knows I’m awake. I sigh, This is nice.

I slowly start to sit up, Dabi pulls me back down. “Where do you think you're going? It’s Saturday, you don’t have school.” I roll to the side so that I'm on my back on the bed, not on Dabi. He turns with me. I am now on my right side, his legs entwined with mine. Him holding me to his chest.

I couldn’t see his face because the light was turned off. I reach up and stroke his face. “I’m supposed to meet Todoroki today,” I whisper. He sighs, and lets go of me. “I’ll give you some clothes.” He replies. I move to the edge of the bed, and then stand up. I walk over to the door and look at Dabi. “Not a chance, little mouse.” He says, then he walks over to the door. He grabs my hand and pulls me away from the door. I pout a little and he smirks. He walks out of the door, shutting it behind him. After a few minutes he returns, jeans, a shirt, ladies’ things, and a pair of socks in hand. Dabi hands me the clothes and then says, “I'm gonna step out and let you change. Knock when you're done.” I nod. He steps out of the room, and then I move to the corner. I undress, re-dress, then write a quick apology note to Dabi. I knock on the door, then teleport to where Todoroki planned to meet me.

…

Hey, I will meet you at the back corner of UA tonight. I promised Shoto that you wouldn’t be with me when we met up. He doesn’t trust you. I know I should’ve told you in person, but I was running out of time. I will see you tonight.

Sorry,

Hanako

…

“Hanako, there you are,” Todoroki says. I smile and look up at him. “You ready?” I ask. He nods, smiling, then suddenly he frowns. “Hanako. I want to know where you're staying and who that guy was.” He says. I look down. I shake my head and look back up at him. “Shoto… I can’t… You know I can’t.” Now he looks angry, not sad. “No, Hanako. You can, you are just choosing not to. Do I need to tell Aizawa? Are you gonna make me be the bad guy?!” His voice rises to a yell. I look back down, tears filling my eyes. I hear footsteps coming up behind me. ¨Todoroki-Kun, why are you yelling at her?” I hear someone say. Then someone has their arm wrapped around my shoulder. I look up, and Izuku is standing beside me.

¨That is no way to treat a friend, Todoroki.” Izuku continues. I look at Shoto. He looks ashamed and regretful. ¨I'm sorry Hanako, I'm just worried about you.¨ I shake my head again, and reply, ¨Shoto, I know that you're worried, and I'm sorry. But, I can't tell you. It's better if you don't get involved.¨ I step forward, out from Izuku's protective embrace, and hug Shoto. He hugs me back and buries his face in my hair. I hear him whisper, ¨Please¨.

…

That afternoon

I see Dabi standing at the corner, back facing UA, just like I asked him to. I start running, when I'm 4 or 5 strides away he turns towards me and holds out his arms for a hug. I can’t stop in time, so I end up slamming into him and we almost fall. I start laughing, as he hugs me back. ¨S-sorry.¨ I say through my laughter. He laughs with me for a few seconds then he stops suddenly. ¨Oh shit¨ He mutters. I look up at his face, and then over to where he's staring at. Todoroki is standing a few feet behind us. Shock written all over his face. I quickly teleport Dabi and myself back to my little room in my captor’s home.

I stumble over to the bed and sit down. Dabi follows, but he doesn't sit down. ¨He must've followed me.¨ I whisper. ¨ I'm sorry, did he recognize you?¨ I ask. He just stares past me, into empty space. ¨I haven't seen him in years… He's so old now...¨ Dabi mutters. I shake my head confused, I place my right hand on the side of his face, trying to get his attention. ¨Dabi. What are you talking about?¨ His gaze snaps to my face, and then he looks down, shaking his head. Then he clears his throat and says ¨Nothing¨.

A few hours later

“Here are some PJs,” Toga says as she hands me a bundle of clothes. ¨They might be a little big, but they're comfortable that way, Dontcha think¨ I nod, and she and Dabi leave the room. I quickly change, and knock on the door, letting whoever is there know it's ok to come in. The door opens slowly, and I walk to the bed and flop down on my stomach. “Oof..” I hear footsteps, and next thing I know Dabi is laying on top of me. “Hello there,” He whispers in my ear. I flush pink and try to wriggle out from under him. He puts his arms on either side of mine and then does the same with his legs. “Your stuck, Chīsana nezumi” (小さなネズミ) (Little mouse in Japanese) I let myself go limp, and I feel Dabi relax. I sit straight up, and I feel the back of my head hit his chest.

He lets me sit up, good right? No, not good, that means that I am now sitting in his lap, leaning against his chest. I try to move off of his lap, but he holds me in place and says, “Leaving so soon?” I flush pink again, and mutter, “You say that like you weren't going to lay down with me.” Then I roll my eyes. He laughs quietly, I sigh and lean back into him. “Did Todoroki recognize you?” I whisper. I feel Dabi tense, and then he says, “I don’t think so, but you should probably find a good excuse to be hugging me before you go back to UA, just in case.” After he says this, he gives me a really long hug. “Dabi… How can this work?” I ask.

I turn my head so I can see his face and then I continue. “How can we make this work, if I’m in the hero course and you’re a villain?” Dabi grimaces and leans forward so that our foreheads are touching. Then he closes his eyes. “I don’t know… But we have to try.” He whispers. I pull my head back a little, and then lightly kiss his forehead. Dabi opens his eyes and pulls my face down so that it's level with his, then he kisses me.

...

Monday at School

Hero Training

I run into class right as the bell rings, “Hanako! This is not proper school conduct! You should already be here, being tardy is disrespectful, and unacceptable!” Iida says while doing his weird arm motion thing I roll my eyes and reply, “Seriously Iida, I walked in as the bell rang. It’s not like I was thirty minutes late. Chill.” Then I walk past him, and sit down by Bakugou. I glance around the room, looking for Todoroki. He is staring at me, but I can’t read his face. I look over to my right at Hiromi, “Good afternoon” I say. They look at me and nod in response. I sigh and set my head on my desk.

Outside

I swear he’s gonna be seen. I sigh. We, Class 1-A, are out on the training field, and Dabi is standing in the trees. I don’t think anyone else sees him, but he should know to be more careful. I shake my head to clear it and then try to focus on what Mr. Aizawa is saying. “We are pairing up, in mock battles. I will assign you a partner, you will fight. You and your partner must not leave the rectangles marked out on the ground. If someone is knocked out of the rectangle they lose. Whoever wins, go to this side of the field.” He gestures at the far left side. “The losers, go to Recovery Girl.” Then he starts calling out the pairs. “Hiromi and Mina. Midoriya and Kaminari. Kirishima and Bakugou.” He drones on and on, and finally, “Hanako and Todoroki” I look up and over at Todoroki. He is staring at the woods, where I was looking earlier.

I feel my face turn white, and I try my best to stay calm. I walk over and ask, “Todoroki? Hello? We got paired.” He looks down at me, and he looks angry, then his face changes and becomes unreadable. We quickly walk over to where our ‘rectangle’ is marked. Mr. Aizawa yells, “Begin!” and the sound of fighting fills the air. Todoroki doesn’t move. I stare at him confused, and ask, “Todoroki? What’s wrong?” He doesn’t answer, he just stares at the ground by my feet. I walk over to him, and that’s when I notice… He’s crying. My eyes widen in alarm. “Why... Why were you with a villain last night.” He whispers, and then he finally looks up at me. I feel my hand move to cover my mouth and I feel my stomach sink. “You saw us..” I whisper into my hand. “Hey! What's going on over there?! The instructions were to fight!” Aizawa yells.

Todoroki shakes his head and says, “I will give you one chance to explain everything. I will be at the cafe by the train station tonight, at 6 o'clock. You will come alone.” He turns around and steps out of the rectangle, then he walks away. I walk over to the area winners were supposed to go, and stare numbly at the place where Todoroki disappeared. The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, I lost my next fight so I just walked around campus to kill time.

At the cafe

I rush into the cafe, breathless. I check my wristwatch, ‘just barely made it’ I sigh in relief. Todoroki is sitting at a table in the very back, he looks up and waves me over. I walk over and sit down across from him. He sets his hands on top of the table and says, “Explain why you were with Dabi.” I look down at the table and tell him everything.

Chapter 4

Todoroki stares at me, shocked into silence. “So, you fell in love with a villain?” I was previously looking anywhere but him, so I quickly turned my head back towards him, shocked. “After all that, that’s the only thing you're worried about?” I ask. He nods, and so I sigh and reply, “Yes, Todoroki. I did fall in love with a villain. I’m sorry if that-” He cuts me off by encasing me (most of me anyways) in ice. “I’m sorry but… I can’t let you go. I’m going to have to turn you in.” Todoroki walks towards me slowly, then places his hand over my mouth, I feel his hand get colder and colder. He’s going to freeze my mouth shut. Panic starts to set in, and I feel my eyes tearing up. “I thought you were my friend,” I say at the last second. Todoroki’s face gets dark and angry, he opens his mouth to say something, when all of a sudden blue flames engulf him. A familiar voice growls, “Get your filthy hands off of her.”

The ice surrounding me quickly melts and I turn around to see Dabi, who looks worried. “Are you ok?” One look at him and I burst out crying, he walks over to me and I bury my face in his chest. “Shh, we have to go now love, the heroes will be here soon.” I nod. Dabi grabs my hand and we run out of there, while the café of bad news goes up in flames. I look over my shoulder to see Todoroki standing there, crying just as hard as I was.

At ‘Home’

“Hanako, what are you going to do now?” Toga asks. I flinch and respond, “I-I don’t know..” Toga grabs my hands and looks me dead in the eyes, “Stay with us. Become a villain, or just take care of us with food and first aid and such. Please stay.” She and Twice give me big puppy dog eyes. Dabi (Who's sitting beside me on the couch in the bar) gently takes hold of my chin, forcing me to look at him, and says playfully, “Yeah Hanako, stay.” I turn pink and quickly look away. “I-I, well…” Toga and Twice pout. “Well, I guess I can’t exactly go home now….” I say smiling softly.

Toga jumps up and gives me the biggest hug ever, “EEEEEK!! Yes!!!!!!!” she squeals. “I’m so excited! No, I’m not!” Twice says. I glance over to the bar where Kuroguiri is cleaning the already spotless glasses, smiling softly. “Thank you for letting me come out of my room today,” I say to Dabi. He smiles and says, “Well I didn’t figure you weren't going back to the heroes anytime soon.” I smile and close my eyes, simply enjoying the sense of peace I felt. Dabi rubs circles on my arm, soothingly. I sigh and Toga squeals, “SO CUTE!” I gasp as Dabi quickly picks me up and walks away.

“Ummmm, Dabi where are we going?” I ask as he carries me out the front door, and out to the alleyway. He smirks and says, “Well you're going to need a new costume if you're going to be one of us… So I’m taking you shopping” Turns out when he says ‘shopping’ he means me picking out something I like and us stealing it. At first, I was a little put off by the stealing thing, until I realized ‘I’m gonna be a villain anyways what does a little stealing matter.’ By the end, I had something like this….

Later That Night

I’m dressed in my new villain costume walking down the street towards Todoroki’s house. For a while, I just stood outside staring at the door. Eventually, I worked up the nerve to knock on his window. It opens and his face pops out, shocked to see me I’m sure. “Hanako.” “Shh. Look I wanted to make sure you're ok.” he moves so that his face is away from me. “Get out of here Hanako,” he says. That sentence alone felt like a punch to the gut, every word after felt like a blow to the face. “My first and foremost priority is being a hero, being better than my dad. I can’t do that if I’m conversing with a villain.” he spat out the last word as if it was poison. In his mind it probably was. I look at him, tears brimming in my eyes. “You say you want to be better than your old man? Right now you’re acting worse than him.” I turn and walk back towards the ‘base’ but not before I see him flinch as if I’d hit him.

Dabi was waiting in the alley by Todoroki’s house. “Hey” is all he says. I take one look at him, standing there waiting for me with his arms out ready for a hug and start crying like a little kid. He quickly walks forward and engulfs me in a tight and safe embrace. “It’s ok, let it out sweetheart,” he murmurs and strokes my head softly. I wrap my arms around his waist and sob into his shoulder/neck. After a few minutes of this, he picks me up (toddler style again) where I’m straddling his waist, and starts to walk. I slowly start to calm down and realize there's a HUGE wet spot in his shoulder. I laugh a little and say “Sorry about that, the breakdown I mean.” My head is resting on his shoulder and I’m staring into his neck.

“We all have to let loose sometimes love,” he says, smiling softly. I sigh and close my eyes. “I wish I could just freeze this moment and stay in it forever,” he says softly. I smile and say, “Then do it” and he does, instead of heading back to the base he walks us around the city. Eventually, I fall asleep, lulled by the steady pace of his footsteps. “Wake up, Hurry!” Dabi says into my ear, I snap awake and look around suddenly wary. Dabi is crouching in the back of an alleyway, I’m leaning up against the wall. “He called a hero agency” He whispers. “Todoroki?” I ask, eyes wide. He nods, “They’re looking for us, the entire town is lit up. I need you to get us back to the base.” I nod quickly and focus all my energy on where I want us to go. I quickly grab his hand and, flash, we’re here. I stumble over to the bar, the world swimming before my eyes and then after I sit down, I blackout.

When I regain consciousness my head is pounding. I slowly open my eyes and see Dabi sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me. I crawl over to him and sit in his lap. He wraps his arms around me, and I realize he’s crying. “Why are you crying?” I ask worriedly. Dabi buries his face in my shoulder and starts making this awful choking sob sound. After a few minutes of this, (me rubbing his back and him crying in my shoulder) he whispers, “I’m so sorry, I know you aren’t used to your quirk yet, but I still asked you to teleport me and you basically halfway across the city. I feel like such a jerk.” “Hey, Sit up and look at me,” I say. He sits up, but won’t look me in the eyes, instead, he stares somewhere below my nose. “Listen to me. I chose to use my quirk on us. If I had thought that I couldn’t get us all the way back here safely I wouldn’t have done it, do you understand?” He looks into my eyes and nods. My stomach chooses that moment to growl like a volcano.

My face turns dark red, and Dabi laughs slightly. He ends up laughing harder and harder until he laughs so hard that he snorts. I get up and walk away, “Wait! Wait, I´m sorry!” He says while still laughing. He tries to grab my arm and make me face him, but I growl at him and he lets me go. “Don’t be mad, I said I was sorry” He pouts. I mock him in a very high-pitched voice, “I sAid I wAs sOrRy” I huff angrily and cross my arms. I'm standing by the door to my room waiting for him to grovel for forgiveness. Dabi sighs and walks over to me slowly, with his hands up. “I'm sorry, that was very rude of me,” he says. I look up into his eyes and say, “Get me food and I’ll accept your apology” and turn around and walk out into the hallway.

Chapter 5

When we get to the kitchen Kurogiri is already there. He looks up and gives me a small smile, “Hello Hanako, Dabi, how can I help you?” he asks. I sigh and say, “Food, any food.” I jump up on an empty section of the counter. Toga skips in and jumps up beside me, Dabi simply stands off to the side. While Kurogiri is rifling around in the fridge, Shigaraki storms in. “Kurogiri, I need to get to the gates of UA” He growls. Kurogiri sighs and says, “Yes, Shigaraki” and opens a warp gate for him. I look at Kurogiri and see him flinch. “Kurogiri? Are you ok?” I ask, genuinely concerned. “I’m fine, it just stings a bit when I open a warp gate.” He continues to cook Toga and I food.

Toga looks at me and smiles, “How are you and flamey doing?” she asks. I must've looked very confused because she added, “Flamey is Dabi silly!” I smiled slightly and replied, “We’re good Toga, how’s things going with Deku?” I watch as Toga’s face lights up and a blush spreads across her face. “Ah~ Adorable, precious, perfect, pretty, Deku~.” She says with a wide grin. Dabi smirks and rolls his eyes fondly.

(Yeah so if you want me to continue i might?? Lemme know <3)

#female reader #x reader #mha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x you #self indulgent #self insert

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thebattleofstarcourt · 2 years

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Hello!! So my mother is dressing up as Belle from beauty and the beast for her 46th costume birthday party (very Leo behavior) and I can’t get it off of my head that Beauty and the Beast would be THE perfect nickname for a Eddie Munson x GirlyReader fic 🥺 if you are accepting requests that is! Love your work! Have a great day ❤️🤏🏼

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ beauty n the beast

eddie munson x fem!reader

a/n: thank u for the rq and all your kind words, i appreciate it so much. i'm SUPER sorry it took so long :( thank u for being patient w me! also yes as a libra i can confirm that costume parties are both leo and libra behaviors HAHA hope u enjoy!

you were probably the best thing that’s ever happened to eddie, if wayne munson was being honest.

how, he’s still the same eddie he always was – still driving way over the speed limit and smoking way too much – but now, he’s just, different. brighter. happier.

you’ve convinced him to eat vegetables, do his homework, and – fuck. you’ve got him sitting in a chair in the front lawn, towel draped on his shoulders, while you lightly trim the ends of his hair. of course, he’s bitching the enitre time, always trying to turn around to make sure you haven’t cut too much off, but you’re still doing it. that’s a miracle in itself.

still, wayne doesn’t think he could’ve ever expected to come home to the sight of eddie pacing in the kitchen, wearing a suit.

“ed?” he asked, walking through the front door. eddie spun around quickly, and he sighed at his nephew’s face.

his cheeks were red, his brows with pursed together, and his already large eyes were wide enough to plunge out of his skull.

“ed,” he said again, looking him up and down, “the hell are you doing?”

eddie groaned and put his face in his hands. “shit.” he said. “i look fuckin’ stupid, don’t i?”

“i never said that, it’s just …” wayne paused, trying to find the right words to say before giving up and sighing again, “eddie, what are you doing?”

“i’m going to prom,” he admitted.

“you,” wayne stared at him, “are going to prom?”

“yes!” he said. “i tryna find somethin’ to wear, but shit.”

wayne shook his head and smiled, occasionally spitting out a few chuckles while eddie gawked.

“what?” he asked.

“she’s got you wrapped around her finger.” he teased, evoking another groan from eddie.

“‘course she does.” he grumbled. “and this means a lot of her and i really need something nice to wear ‘cause i know she’s gonna spend a fortune on her dress and –”

“hey, ‘s alright.” wayne said, interrupting eddie’s premature spiralling. “we can go downtown this weekend and find somethin’ nice, it’s no problem.”

“i can’t.” he pouted. “i got the tickets today at lunch and now my wallet’s bone dry. and i’ve already gotta save up for a cor-sage and apparently those cost a fuckin’ arm and a leg.”

“corsage,” wayne corrected, which only bummed eddie out more. “and don’t worry about that, ‘s on me.”

“no.” eddie said. “i’m not asking you to do that. i can wear this, i just gotta make it look like it fits, ya’know?”

“you don’t gotta ask, ed.” wayne countered, pulling on the loose fabric on his shoulders. “this looks like shit, you can’t wear it.”

“it’s fine.” he said. “more than fine, actually. just gotta get it taken in.”

wayne examined him yet again, noticing some familiarity in the suit. “where’d you get this?”

“it was in dad’s unit.” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “figured it’d be my birthday present.” he joked, chuckling awkwardly.

wayne nodded, knowing exactly why the suit looked so familiar. “he wore this for the wedding.”

“oh.”

“we’ll go sunday afternoon. the thrift store off glenwood will have somethin’ in cheap for you.”

“i don’t –”

“ed.” wayne said, holding him by the shoulders. “the only reason i don’t have a suit to give you ‘cause i threw the only one i had out.” the one i bought for the wedding, he almost said.

eddie didn't say anything, so wayne continued.

“she tell you the color of her dress?”

eddie nodded. “yellow.”

“you’ll need a yellow tie.” he said. “you can’t wear a yellow tie with a black suit, you’ll look like a honey bee.”

“seriously?” eddie asked.

“yeah.” wayne said, patting him on the shoulder. “now go take that off and throw it in the trash while i’ll start dinner.”

“oh my god, eddie!” you said, looking him up and down on your front porch. his tie was definitely not the same shade of yellow as your dress, nor was he tied correctly, but the fact he even tried made your heart swell to triple it’s size. you began untangling the fabric as you continued cooing at him. “you look amazing, baby. absolutely amazing.”

eddie, however, couldn’t speak. he hates clichés, but his brain literally malfunctioned the second you opened the door in your dress. with your golden gown and diamond jewelry, you could’ve already pulled off being a real-life princess. but the dainty crown that sat on your head made his own feel genuinely dizzy.

you giggled as he stared at you. “you like it, eds?”

like an idiot, eddie just nodded and mumbled “wow.”

“quit bein’ dramatic.” you hit his shoulder, acting like you don’t love it when he pulls this act with you.

“i’m not, baby holy fuck.” he grabbed your waist, examining the skirt of the dress further. “you’re a fuckin’ princess.”

“well, yeah.” you said. “i’m nominated for queen, so technically i am.”

“that’s right.” eddie remembered. he let go of your waist and grabbed your hands. “if you don’t win i’m gonna pull a carrie, i’m serious.”

“shut up.” you blushed. “that’ll just support the crazy cultist rumor even more.”

“i love you.” eddie said, ignoring your protests. “my beautiful, beautiful girl.”

“shut up.” you repeated, rolling your eyes. “i love you.”

another a/n: i took a lot of creative liberties w this, tbh. i started writing it and then it turned into family angst and i wanted to lighten it up w a second part (bc for some reason i cannot for the life of me include actually romance scenes in rqs LOL). it was literally only supposed to be a couple paragraphs max but then it starting giving druig and makkari and i short circuted. so yeah, it's a little all over the place but that's what makes it fun ! i hope

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 9

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Frank Castle from Marvel's Punisher Bottom Gif: Billy Hargrove from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 17-18 | female reader

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake (MCU), Khonshu (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU, Briefly), Loki Layfeyson (MCU Briefly), Thor Odinson (MCU, Briefly), Steve Harrington (ST) Billy Hargrove (ST), Dustin Henderson (ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Nancy Wheeler (ST), Eddie Munson (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Will Byers (ST), Lucas Sinclair (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Dart (ST)

A/n: sorry for the gap I've been sewing, also Y/n gets arrested- and we gettin into the real stuff now

Warnings: mentions of how a body decays in water (blisters and skin discoloration, not heavy detail), Y/n smoking le gasp,

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You woke up the next morning: not in your bed

But in Steves

Que the mini panic attack and then the sighing as you were fully dressed

"Mhm..morin.." steve streched.

"Morin." Y/n spoke softly, "Did I wake you?"

"No..no. what time is it?" He asked looking besides him, "Shit!"

"What?!"

"ITS MONDAY!-"

"FUCK!"

You see it now. The reason why Frank was okay with you staying over

He know you wouldnt get up in time

He tricked you.

Good trick to be honest

You both rushed to get ready he grabbing one of your band tees and you grabbing one of his shirts

But fuck your too late to rechange so you both just go like that and rush off to school

Luckily you made it by the hair of your neck

"Hey Hargrove-"

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

"What?" Y/n asked leaning against the wall the teacher late to class.

"You look like your going to the country club." He argued.

"Yeah." Y/n mummbled leaning in to his ear, " it's Steve's"

"Im gonna beat the shit out of you swear." He sighed, the threat empty but still cut his point across

"Could you really though- Ow-"

He pinched her arm, she pinching him back starting a pinching war as she rushed down the hallway.

"You're dead Castilgonie!" He laughed chasing after her.

She turns around running backwards, "In your dreams Hargrove-"

"Watch out!"

She turned around seeing two janitors carring a long ladder, and with ease she jumped over it. Turning to Billy and flipping him off before the bell rang and running to class.

Nancy sat next to you that class.

Akward

"Ow..."

"Hangover?"

"Yeah..." she complained rubbing her head, "God Im never drinking again. Probally did somethin stupid too- uh- Mike says thanks again."

"Oh yeah no problem."

You have no idea was your only thought as you took notes

You didnt push it though, You were with Steve still instead of Nancy

That had to mean something.

She ended up almost falling asleep that class and you felt bad enough to give her some motrion for her head

She thanked you profoundly especially when it kicked in pretty fast

"I wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping." Nancy recommended, "Together."

"For?"

"Chlothes." Nancy spoke, "Maybe look for dress for the winter formal."

"Winter...Formal?" Y/n questioned.

"Yeah. A dance."

"Oh. Oh no." Y/n responded, "Im not a dancer...or a party goer I've learned."

"Yeah then what are you gonna do?"

Y/n shrugged, "maybe hang out with my old man."

"Ugh." Nancy groaned.

"What? I thought you liked my dad."

"Oh! No! I do." Nancy started, "But I swear. My mom's been obsessed alway asking my dad "hows frank" "hows frank been" "did you see frank at all today invite him for dinner next time."

"Oh. She did steal the seat next to him at dinner." Y/n responded.

You were quiet after that, listening to Nancy talk about dresses for the dance

You were having super mixed feelings on even sitting next to her at the moment.

Like nothing had happened yesterday

Luckily class ended and you were home free

Well almost. So you thought

You had gone to your next class, sitting next to Eddie Munson.

"Castiglione, Castiglione." He laughed walking towards her.

"Whats up freak?" Y/n questioned.

"Ouch! Stabbed in the heart!" He complained as she side eyed him, and went back to her notebook.

"Okay! Okay!" He started pulling his chair out and sitting down, yet it was more of a squat as he hugged his legs for support, "Friday."

"Friday?" Y/n asked.

"Ya know!" He spoke enthuastically as Y/n shrugged.

Eddie groaned and sat down fully, "You know. The-"

He grabbed his face and opened his mouth head on the table facing upward pencil hanging over him by his own hand.

"Im sorry! Im sorry!" He acted out, "You're not loud enough!"

"What about it-"

"Dude you seriously dont know?" He asked Y/n shrugging.

"No?"

"Have you not been to your locker?"

"No." Y/n spoke, "Why?"

He said you had to "see it to believe it"

Okay? Odd

He took you to your locker after class

You already knew where it was

But you let him drag your ass anyhow, and he covered your eyes

"Your still big talk of the school. Surpising how stupid those teachers are." Eddie informed setting her infront of the locker hands still over her eyes.

"Okay. And?-"

Y/n quickly shut up when the light invaded her eyes causing her to squint and block her eyes.

"Looks like you've got a few admirers." He chuckled Y/n looking at her locker covered in ink. Paper hanging out of the grate as if it had been stuffed.

Y/n leaned in, "huh. Seems like Im not the only ones those girls were fucking with."

"That ones mine." He spoke pointing out his, a little devil character scribbled with a "bad ass fuck."in red ink.

"Nice touch Munson." Y/n spoke opening her locker

Notes flying out in thanks and praise.

"You're popular-"

Thats not the voice of Eddie.

Y/n turned her head, "What the fuck are you doing here?" She complained to the man in a hoodie.

"Aw and I thought you were dating prince of hair." Eddie teased y/n glaring at him.

"How about this." Y/n told him handing him a bill, "You go. Buy use some soda."

"This is five dollars."

"Have fun with the change."

"Dont mind if I do."

Y/n sighed as she looked around for Billy and Steve, they no where to be seen.

"Marc. You have to leave- You can not be here-"

"Come on-"

"Hey-"

He pulled you along, all the way out the school almost.

You kept telling him you cant though, you're busy

He laughs at you

But then sees your being Serious

"Look. There's something here in Hawkins." He spoke.

"Okay. No." Y/n argued walked back towards school.

"Y/n!" Marc called going after her she walking through the halls, "Y/n. Listen-"

"Im not listening-" y/n argued seeing Eddie picking up notes from Y/n's open locker two cans of soda stuffed in his pockets.

"Y/n. Listen to me-"

He grabbed her arm before she turn around, "Watch what you do next very carefully." She threatened.

"You have to understand." Marc argued, "something is going on here-"

"What because Khonshu told you?"

"The mortal isnt as stupid as I assumed."

"Shut up." Marc grummbled turning his head slightly.

"He's here. Isnt he?" Y/n argued, "unfuckin believeable."

"Look." Marc took her attention back, "I need you to listen- we need the Midnight Sons again."

"You don't get it." Y/n argued, "Im. Happy here! I have a boyfriend, I have a best friend. I have normal teenage problems. My dad's got a girlfriend, he's happy, and finally mellowing out- im worried about boyfriends and dresses and some shit called the Winter Ball."

"Like a Snowball? It's barely past October. And your worried about making Snowballs-"

"No- Not the point!" Y/n argued, "My point it. We're done."

"We?"

"Im calling the shots on this one Marc. Go home. Go to Llaya. Go. Have a kid. Go be happy."

"Is this what makes you Happy? Living the same god damn day? When you-"

"Yes." Y/n argued, "It is. Makes me very happy."

She pulled her arm away from him, "Say Hi to Steven and Jake for me. Also. Fuck you Khonshu you skinny ass pigeon."

He watched you walk away and back to Eddie who handed you a soda you smiling at him

Oh god Marc is so fucked without help

You try and just go about your day, talking with Billy, trying to not to talk to Nancy

But something just. Bothers you as you sit down at the usual spot.

"Are. Are you okay?"

Y/n looks up seeing Johnathan, "Yeah. Yeah...just. ya know."

"Yeah. I get it." Johnathan spoke, "Can I uh? Sit here?"

"Yeah."

He sits down across from her "anything...werid? Ever happen in Hawkins?"

He shurgged, "missing kid. You know turns out just at a friends house, biggest thing was probally a truck tipping over that was filled with tomatoes. Wasnt that big of a truck."

Y/n nodded, "yeah."

You're quiet the rest of lunch and the rest of the day.

You're even off in PE something you tend to push hard in

But you play it off and just continue on

Steve tries to ask you if your are okay

Even pulls you into the bathroom to talk but you shrug and told him you're just tired

You just end up skipping school grabbing her bag from Steve's car and heading to the middle school.

When you get there you ask around. Some kids looking up to you some kids horrified of you, a Highschool student in front of them

"Dustin Henderson?" The boy asked, the girls trying not to laugh behind him.

"Yeah."

"He has his stupid little Freak club in the janitor closet."

"Hm." Y/n spoke walking off, "Oh! And Kid! Watch who you bully. Or I will be a problem."

His friends ooohed as he pushed them and you walked to find this closet

You were lucky to find it and open the door.

"Hey-"

"GET OUT!-"

"Well damn- calm down its me." Y/n protested the kids sighing as Will and Mike pulled her in Mike closing the door behind them and locking the door.

"Whatever you say! You cant tell anyone about even being here!" Mike probbed her.

"What? Here One of you left-"

"No one!" Mike argued.

"Okay. Okay...jesus. whats wrong with you all." Y/n argued setting the coustume piece on the table.

"She can handle it." Max spoke, "I know she can."

Why did she say that? Because if this freaky thing became a monster, you could handle it

After all you also knew two gods and a huge rock monster if things got so bad.

So with some convincing Dustin shows you

But This unknown species of animal looks up at you and screeches as if your going to kill it

Well 'Dart' hates you

And Dustin kinda agrees with that conclusion, that dart hates you

You could honestly care less

"You have fun with that." Y/n spoke, the bell ringing as they quickly grabbed there things.

"What are you doing her anyway?" Will asked.

"Havin...a day." Y/n responded, "in a sense...how are you?"

Will nodded, "yeah...Im okay."

"anyone bothering you?"

"No." Will spoke, "just...tired."

Y/n nodded, ruffling his hair, "I'll see you around then."

Will nodded one last time before Y/n left.

You went back to the high school, seeing Billy skipping and smoking in his car

You walked over, scaring him in fact as your hand hit the top of his car.

"Fuck!" Billy agrued, "You do that too fuckin much-"

He stopped seeing her expression, "What's wrong with you?"

"Are you skipping for the rest of the day?"

"Yeah- why?"

"Take me to the libary?"

"Im skipping to get away from books. Not to go back to a building with more-"

"Please."

He sighed, "Yeah get in. And don't slam your hands on the top of my car."

He took you to the library as you asked, and gave you a cigarette as you had asked.

He barely got to ask you what you were doing at the library before you run in

You asked for the old newspaper slides as the lady told you the microfilm reader was in the back

You spent your time going through older newspaper slides, anytime before you got to Hawkins

Nothing too important, except Will along with some other girl named Barb Going Missing

And Will turning up dead, and then alive

And no one finding Barb

not to mention a whole lab is mentioned

You go to recent papers and look to see Thor's even been Mentions "Big time hero visits Hawkins"

Not to mention you also pick up physical copies of the recent newspapers.

Oh. Fuck shit is happening in Hawkins

Taking notes taking notes taking fucking hella notes

You get out of the library, just to be carrying hella books

"What the hell." Billy aspirated.

"Look," Y/n defended, "I need to go home."

"What you need is a fucking mental doctor." Billy argued, grabbing one of the books, "History of Hawkins? Hawkins News Papers- And fucking national phenomenon, gardening What's going on with you?"

"Just take me home and I'll explain it."

He sighs and does as you ask, and as you explain it on the car ride back: he could really give less than one fuck.

He doesn't understand why one kid going missing can be linked to dead pumpkins.

"Okay, so some lab dumped chemicals in some water!" Billy argued. "and some shithead kid went missing-"

"No Billy, you don't get it, Hawkins farms is well water! Not Quarry water! Most farms in Hawkins run on aquifers! Matt was right, why would Pumpkins rot in their most popular time of year? How did they accidentally mix up Will Byers with a different Kid, There aren't many kids in Hawkins."

"So the kid's face was fucked up when they found him-"

"Water slows down the decaying process, the skin may blister and turn colors, but he would still be completely intact, easy to recognize."

"And this has to do what with Pumpkins and national phenomenon?"

"Pumpkins dying in such mass around the fall season? Sure you lose ten there twenty here, but multiple farms practically going up in flames because their harvests are gone. There are old families that run these farms. Sure competition is rough, but rotting pumpkins? In such mass? It makes it a National Pheunonom. So I was thinking, Maybe Thor fucked up our atmosphere- He's never done that- Loki poisoned the wells? Still, he's fucked up but not that bad- well I take it back, It's not flashy enough for him. Looking at the gardening book, this can't possibly happen within the time span that it is." Y/n informed.

"And that means..." Billy tried to put some things together, "That the lab that they closed...what? Did something to the air or some shit? In the past they did something to Byers and that Barbara chick and now they're back at it?"

"Not possible, they closed it forced to shut down-"

"Unless they didn't," Billy told, "You've dealt with secret agencies and crap before, is it that hard to believe there in secret?"

Billy had made a good point.

The Hawkin's lab was meant to be closed and left to rot after Will Byers and Barb's disappearance

He helped you with all your books and crap to go inside, Frank luckily not home

You spent the rest of the day scowering through pages, constantly, notes after notes, easier to be pinned to the wall than anything else

Billy had helped here and there looking through a gardening book.

"Here" He started, "Blight fungui can kill up to a large farm within Weeks."

"Too weak." Y/n explained.

"What about. Local dumbass reads to far into everything disease." He questioned.

"Haha very funny."

Still despite how crazy you seem and how confused especially, he still stays to read every news paper clipping and book three times over.

He actually just ends up spending the night, accidently falling asleep leaning against the wall as he sat on your bed and you at your desk.

The next day you both wake up mid afternoon, skipping school once again as he takes you to the library

He rather just wait in the car, you're better at resources and he at helping you just scan over it again

But when push comes to shove, the world just comes to push you off a cliff

You rushed out of the library just to find Hopper arresting Billy

"Damn it! I don't know her!" Billy argued.

"Come on Kid. Lieing to a cop? Gonna put you in jail just like your old man-"

"Hey! Hey!" Y/n shouted, catching Hopper's attention.

"Don't know her huh?" Hopper asked.

"What the fuck are you doing-"

"Im gonna give you an option. I arrest you. Or I arrest him." Hopper threated.

"Fuck you man!" Billy shouted.

"Billy." Y/n stopped him causing the blonde to roll his eyes, "Wanna tell me for what? Before you ruin my track record."

"Breaking and entering to the Hargrove Household and assult of Neil Hargrove-"

"Oh fuck-"

You were pushed onto the car and hands forced behind your back, as he cuffed you, you even complained about his was being unnecessarily rough as he dragged you to his car

Yet he didnt telling you your rights, and your arguing with him about it just for him to contuine to stuff you in the back and get in the driver seat and drive off.

You're silent trying to pick the lock with a pin from your back pocket.

What? Your always ready.

He pulls into the woods

Excuse me?

The middle of the woods? Deep in too as he turns around

"I suggest you choose your next words very carefully." Y/n threatened with a sharp glare.

"What do you know?" He asked.

Y/n's eyebrows knitted, "what?"

"It asked for you. What do you know?"

"What the fuck." Y/n argued, "Let me out!"

"Shut up!" He shouted angered and seemingly in a rush as he sighed, "Listen. You know Will-"

"Will? Will Byers?" Y/n asked, "what Happened to Will."

"Did he say anything to you? Anything important."

"He has bad nightmares?" Y/n asked, "plays dungeons and dragons? Likes Ghost Busters too much for a normal kid?"

"Why did it ask for you!"

"What!?" Y/n argued, "What asked for Me!? Hello!? Did Will ask for me?!"

"Fuck."

And then he drove off as you keep shouting at him asking him what the fuck is going on

He takes you out the car and forces you inside a house.

Just to seen Joyce walking towards her.

"Hi." She smiled papers in her hands.

"What. The fuck." Y/n asked looking at all the walls covered in drawings which linked together looking like a road.

"Hopper? Did you arrest her?!" Joyce argued.

"Had to make it look real." Hopper spoke taking his keys out.

"Don't worry I got it." Y/n defended she taking the cuffs off and handing them back to him, "what the hell is this-"

"Long! Long story!" Joyce spoke, "come. Come here."

Y/n followed her, Joyce swipping away some loose papers

"This!" She spoke slapping a paper down, "This is you!"

Y/n looked at the drawing cartoonish yes, but similar, yet it look, evil? What looked like scratch marks scribbled in long lines down her fsce.

"...yeah..." y/n spoke, "why did you-"

"You have to listen to me. Very Carefully." She spoke, "There's alot to tell you."

You sat there as she explained it all

What happened with Will and the other world

And your gonna die.

Oh god Marc was right, Matt was right

"Mom?"

The two turned there head, Will standing there in Pajamas with a handful of drawings

"Will hey bud." Y/n smiled, "You okay?"

He looked at her, at his expression broke and shook his head, "It wants to hurt you."

"Hey. Bud." Y/n spoke getting up, "Nothings going to happen to me. I promise alright?"

You're more worried for Will than yourself, after all, you've had your fair share, of well,

Let's call them Non-Human Incidents.

he hugs you and you hug him back

he ends up drawing as he sits beside you: Joyce explaining everything to you even more in detail

"I know, I know I sound crazy."

"Joyce, surprisingly you don't, just, I thought being in Hawkins I was going to be able be ya know- calm-"

She laughs, "I know, I. I sound crazy, but thank you."

"Trust me, " Y/n spoke grabbing her hand, "I understand what it feels like going crazy, remember, New Yorker."

She smiles, "Thank you-"

"I. All I ask is you keep my dad out of this." Y/n pleaded, "He's been through enough."

"Of course," She told, grabbing Y/n's hand in response and sighing in relief once more with a cigarette in hand.

The only question is what do you do now? You assume you should go get the kids, make sure they're all right, Joyce had told you how she takes Will out of school to go see the doctor, so the kids were still at school.

"I'll go get the kids," Y/n explained.

"Please, take my car." Joyce offered Y/n nodding ruffling Will's hair on the way out,

Yet on the porch, Hopper stopped you, you looking back as he walked closer.

"How'd you get out the cuffs?" He asked.

"Come on." Y/n laughed, "I'm from New York!"

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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The Five Times Mammon Did Something For The Others

(And the one time the others did something for him.)

***So the votes were mainly for # 1 and # 2 on this post. So here we are! Thank you @hangryweeb for the prompt! I've been wanting to get to this one for a while now, just didn't quite know how. Will this probably end up angstier than I intended? Most likely. But hey! If you're a regular on my blog, you know the risk your taking. -B *** Summary: Without his brothers even realizing it, Mammon has gone out of his way time and time again to make sure that they are safe, happy, and healthy, and yet no one ever seems to do the same for him. Hell, no one even thanks him for it.

1) Leviathan

The House of Lamentation was awoken by an ear-splitting wail coming directly from Leviathan's room. You and Mammon groaned as you shifted from the beanie bag chairs you had fallen asleep in that night, and glanced over to the source of your disturbance. Levi was practically sobbing over his computer as he frantically clicked the refresh button. "No, no, no, no, no!!! I can't have missed it! Come on! Please!" From around him, you could see a large red bar covering the upper quarter of his screen, reading "sold out". You rubbed your groggy eyes and pushed yourself onto your feet to approach the distressed demon. "Levi, what's wrong?" Levi growled and punched his desk, causing Mammon to jump to his feet, ready to defend if needed, and you to take a step back. "The ultra-ultra rare, limited edition, Ruri-Chan doll that was only for sale today is sold out! I've been waiting MONTHS for its release, and I set an alarm and everything!" Levi's bottom lip trembled as tears formed in his overly tired eyes, "B-But I must have slept through it due to the all-nighter we pulled watching The Seven Lords last night," he squeezed his eyes shut as his hands wove their way through his hair gripped tightly onto the purple locks. "Gah! I'm so stupid!"

You rushed over to Levi, and gently placed your hands on his to carefully pry his hands from his hair. "Hey, hey! Levi, listen to me. You aren't stupid. You had fun last night, right? You probably just forgot. It happens to the best of us. Can't you see if it's for sale somewhere else maybe?" Levi's tears poured heavier down his cheeks. You could feel your heartbreak at the exhaustion and disappointment that laid behind them. "It's not for sale anywhere else. The developers were the only ones releasing the doll, and they only made 200 of them. If I wanted to get one now, I'd have to go to some kind of underground auction, but even then it'll be disgustingly overpriced and-" he was cut off as several broken sobs tore their way through his throat and he squeezed tightly onto your hands. "I can't get it. I won't be able to get it now." You pulled Levi into your arms and glanced back at Mammon. The second-born had a strange look on his face before he caught your stare. He smiled awkwardly at you and gestured to the door. "You seem to have this under control, MC. I'm gonna let the others know that Levi isn't really dyin'-" "Yes I am! My soul has been shattered, never to be rebuilt again!" "-and that he's just havin' another nerd breakdown," he sighed and walked towards the door. "You look after him; I'll look after the others." "Wha- Mammon!" but it was too late. Mammon had already taken off. You spent the next few days comforting a "grieving" Levi and worked on trying to get the otaku back onto his feet, but nothing seemed to be working. You were running out of ideas on ways to cheer him up when his bedroom door swung open. Mammon stood in the doorway, shades on, collar popped, looking almost too casual and nonchalant for it to be genuine. "Hey. I just got back from an auction, and when I thought I was bettin' on some super cool diamond-encrusted watch, it turns out I got the numbers mixed up and betted on some lame doll," he chucked a pink box at Levi, who fumbled before catching it. "You collect toys, or whatever, right? I figured you'd get more use outta it than me." Levi's breath hitched as he looked closely at the box. There in his hands, still in the original, unopened packaging, was the ultra-ultra-rare, limited edition Ruri-Chan doll. What's more, according to the label and authorized signature on the back, this was the factory floor test model making it even more valuable! "This...This isn't some 'lame' doll, Mammon!!! This is the Ruri-Chan ultra-ultra rare, limited edition doll test model, and you just thew it like it's trash?!?!" Mammon shrugged and pushed off of the door frame. "Does that mean it's special or something? It's just a toy." "Just-Just a toy?" your eyes widen as Levi set down the doll and burst into his demon form. "JUST A TOY?!?! MAMMON!!!!" You caught a glimpse of his face breaking out into a wide, satisfied, grin before he took off fleeing from a rampaging Levi.

2) Satan and Belphegor

"I know it was one of you two! This whole trap has one of your pranks written all over it! Now admit that you had set up a prank to harm me, resulting in the shattering of an ancient, irreplaceable vase, and perhaps I will go easy on your punishment." Satan glared up at Lucifer. "How can you be so certain it was one of us?" Belphie shrugged, "I was stargazing all night and Satan was helping me with some research on astrology. We were in the planetarium all night. It couldn't have been us." Lucifer scoffed and crossed his arms. "You seriously expect me to believe that? Your only alibis are each other." Satan growled and curled his hands into fists. If the prank had gone as plan and hit Lucifer instead of that stupid vase they wouldn't even be having this discussion. Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look you can either come clean or-" "Wait, are you guys talking about my Coin Fairy trap?" Everyone whipped around to see Mammon looking uneasily between the three of them. Lucifer scowled and raised an eyebrow at him. "You're what?" Mammon glanced at Satan and Belphie. A strange shine of certainty flickered through his cyan eyes before he focused back on Lucifer. "Ya know, the Coin Fairy! Geez, I thought everyone knew about it." Lucifer looked up the ceiling murmuring under his breath in impatience. "What in the seven rings are you talking about, Mammon? Whatever it is, please get to the point. I am in the middle of something here." "Okay, okay! Since ya don't know, I guess I don't mind tellin' ya," as Mammon spoke, he slowly and casually moved himself in between Lucifer and Satan and Belphegor. "Ya see, I was readin' one of those human world books that MC has the other day, and it was goin' on about this story of a fairy that comes and just gives people money if they leave a small bone under their pillow! Pretty neat huh?" Lucifer looked at Mammon as though he had two heads. "Are you talking about the mythological creature of the Tooth Fairy?" Mammon put on a complexed expression on his face while one of his hands rested on his chin. "Nah. I'm pretty sure it was called the Coin Fairy," without Lucifer realizing, one of Mammon's hands went behind his back and began to gesture for Satan and Belphegor to leave. The two younger brothers looked at each other, and then at Mammon. He had to be wanting something in return for this. Surely he wasn't such an idiot to put himself in front of Lucifer's wrath without anything to gain. He had to be doing this for something. Regardless, the best course of action for the two of them at the moment was to take advantage of the situation and leave. As the guilty party began to make their way out of the room, Mammon continued his story. "Anyway, I figured I'd try catching it. Why would I just take one stupid coin when I could get it to give me its entire stash! Am I right? So I, and don't get mad or anythin', but I took a tooth from that skeleton you have up in your room and set up this trap to catch the fairy!" There was believable excitement in Mammon's tone, but just as Satan was leaving the room, he noted how Mammon shifted his weight on his feet, clearly ready to run, and the slight tremble in his hands. "You guys said I trap went off. That means I caught it, right?" "MAMOOOOOOON!!!" There was a yelp from Mammon before the white-haired figure took off through the House of Lamentation, leading the angry Lucifer away from Satan and Belphegor. That night he was strung up on the chandelier. If anyone noticed that he hadn't complained once the entire night, they didn't say anything.

3) Asmodeus

Asmodeus slammed the dining-room door behind him as he stormed into the room and threw himself into his chair. He began to aggressively scoop small portions of food onto his plate as silent tears rolled down his cheeks. His brothers exchanged glances with one another before Satan spoke up. "Is everything alright, Asmodeus?"

Asmo scoffed and glared at him. "Yes, Satan. Everything is perfect. It's wonderful. It's just fan-fucking-tastic!"

Everyone leaned back at the sheer amount of anger and sarcasm that radiated off of Asmo's broken voice. The fifth born growled and violently stabbed a piece of broccoli with his fork. "Why would I even want to model for Devil Style anyway?! It's not like I need them, or anyone for that matter! I'm fabulous without them! I don't need them! Or those stupid haters on DevilTube! Or anybody!" His growls turned into a shriek as his fork bent beneath his hand. Asmo let out a fury-filled scream and threw the fork across the room before storming out, cursing to himself as he did. Everyone stared at the place where the demon once sat in silence. "So...should we go after him?" Beel asked through a mouthful of food. Lucifer sighed and dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand. "No. He's too upset right now. I'll check in on him later. Just...let him get it out of his system." Satan rolled his eyes at Lucifer's words and grabbed Asmo's abused plate. "I'm going to pack this up for him so that, at the very least he'll have something to eat later." "He won't want to eat. You know that." Lucifer only got flipped off from Satan, in response, as he left towards the kitchens. You awkwardly sat in the tension-filled room and looked at a surprisingly calm Mammon. "Does this happen often?" Mammon shrugged and took out his D.D.D. "Every now and then. Mainly when Asmo hasn't been getting the amount of praise that he'd prefer from his fans or if things aren't really going his way. He doesn't take rejection well." A glance down at Mammon's device told you that he was opening up DevilTube. You frowned and looked at him. "Is there anything we can do to help?" Mammon paused and looked at you. There was a knowing smile graced his lips, though a certain kind of sadness lingered in his eyes. "Trust me, MC. Everything will work out. I promise." A couple days later, the dining room doors slammed open once more as a humming Asmo practically waltzed into the dining room. As he reached your chair, he scooped you up into his arms and brought you into an impromptu dance with him. You giggled at the demon's antics. "Asmodeus, what's got you in such a good mood?" He laughed brightly and kissed your cheek before setting you back down into your chair. "Well there has been a movement within my fans lately, of them defending me against those monstrous haters and I've been practically swimming in praise. Which, can you blame them? Look at me, I'm perfect."

Satan smiled and rolled his eyes as Asmodeus leaned onto his chair and dramatically flicked his hair. "So they've come to their senses then?" "Yes! And they're not the only ones! You are looking at the new cover model for Majolish!" Everyone congratulated and cheered for Asmodeus, Beel even got up and mentioned something about Demonous. But while everyone celebrated, you blinked at Asmo in shock and looked over at Mammon confused. Mammon stared at his plate with a sad little smile while playing with his food. You leaned over to him. "Mammon?" you whispered. He glanced up at you. "I thought you were the new cover model for Majolish? You had been talking to me about how excited you were about it all week?" Mammon dropped his gaze back to his plate. "There's other gigs. Besides, it's not that big of a deal. Asmo needed it more than I did." You opened your mouth to protest but were dragged into the party by an over-excited Asmodeus before you had the chance. Throughout the night, you kept glancing back at a notably melancholy Mammon.

4) Beelzebub

You and Beel were tearing apart the locker room frantically searching for the missing red duffle bag. "I'm sure it's here somewhere! It's gotta be!" You exclaimed as you quickly opened and closed lockers. Beel groaned and shook his head. "We've been looking for a half hour now MC. The team'll be almost done warm up now. I must've forgotten my gear bag at the House," he sighed as his shoulders dropped in defeat. "Come on. You have to get out of here before warm-up ends, and I have to tell Coach that I can't play this game." You gave him a sympathetic smile as you closed a locker door and followed Beel out of the locker rooms. As the coach caught sight of the two of you, he frowned and waved you both over. "Beelzebub, care to tell me why you're not in uniform?" Beel looked down shamefully. You gently placed a hand on his back in support. "I forgot my equipment Coach. I'm sorry." The Coach's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, you forgot your equipment?! Beelzebub, this is the quarter-finals!! What am I supposed to do without my best defenseman out there, huh?!" Beel winced and looked at his coach apologetically. "I know. I messed up. I can make it up-" "And just how do you plan on doing that?! Huh?!" The coach swore as he ran a hand through his blading hair. He shook his head before his eyes fell on you. His gaze hardened and his jaw clenched. "You know, Beel's been getting all kinds of distracted since you started showin' up to our practices and games."

Beel's head snapped up as the coach started to address you and he quickly stepped between the two of you. "Now hold on just a-" Beel never got the chance to finish his sentence. The sound of squealing tires and the scent of burning rubber filled the air. A streak of bright yellow ripped into the parking lot next to the stands and drifted to a stop. A wide-eyed Mammon popped his head out of the golden convertible's window, and he waved to the two of you. "Hey Meathead!!" He called out to Beel. He reached one hand into the car. "You forgot your stuff!" Single-handedly, Mammon grabbed a red duffle bag from inside the vehicle and biffed it over the fence into the field. The coach stared at the bag and Mammon in shock, while you grinned and waved at Mammon. "You're a lifesaver, Mams!"

Though you couldn't hear him over the roar of his car's engine, Mammon stuttered and blushed before waving off your thanks and tearing out of the parking lot. As Beel got ready for the game, he smiled softly at the handful of protein bars, shakes, and his special "pre-game" trail mix that Mammon had apparently thrown into his bag for him. That smile grew even wider once he was out on the field, and he noticed a yellow convertible watching from the parking lot.

5) Lucifer

Lucifer let out a long tired sigh and let his head fall onto his desk as he held his glasses in one hand. He had been doing nothing but paperwork for the past 48 hours and wanted nothing more than to sleep. He could barely keep his eyes open and head up, and yet he knew that he had to stay awake. It was his turn to cook supper, and if he didn't act soon, Beel would go on a rampage. He propped his head onto his arm and peered over at his phone. It was extremely tempting to just order take out from Hell's Kitchen, but after 48 hours of nothing but coffee, energy drinks, and princess poison apples, Lucifer knew he was in dire need of real food. With a groan, he pushed himself out of his chair, cracking several joints as he did. For the first time in at least five hours, he walked away from his desk and left his office. As Lucifer dragged himself towards the kitchen, the sent chili spices flooded his nostrils as a symphony of something boiling and pots clattering reached his ears. Fearing that he had been too late, and Beel had already begun to destroy the kitchen, Lucifer used what little energy he had to rush towards the scene. When he arrived, he was surprised to see Mammon cooking on the stove wearing the "kiss the chef" apron that Asmo had bought but seldom used after Lucifer banned him from wearing it in the buff. Lucifer's eyes widened as he spotted the extra-large pot of chilli that Mammon seemed to be making, and the bowl of salad that he had set out another counter. He blinked at the sight several times before clearing his throat. Mammon merely raised an eyebrow at him. "What? Ya gotta problem with what I'm makin' for dinner? Chilli ain't good enough for you, your highness?" The eldest frowned and glanced at the calendar, double-checking that it was in fact, his day to cook. "That's not the problem. The problem is that it's not your day to cook. It's mine." Mammon froze and whipped around to look at the calendar with almost comedic exaggeration. "What? No way! It's my day!" Lucifer huffed and tiredly pointed to the day's date on the calendar, which clearly had his name written on it. Mammon stared at it for a moment. "Huh. Guess I got the days mixed up," he glanced back at the pot of chilli and chuckled. "Well, supper's basically cooked already. No point of lettin' the food go to waste. I might as well finish up in here, and you can cook another day." Too tired and too relieved to argue, Lucifer grunted and left the room, missing the smirk that Mammon gave his retreating form.

+1) They take care of him

You fretted around the kitchen with a worried frown on your face, and lightly trembling hands. You quickly and carefully gathered select items; Hell-Sauce Noodles, a bottle of water, a tall mug of extra dark hot chocolate with whip cream, and a few random bags of comfort foods. With the tray loaded, you urgently began to make your way back to Mammon's room when you almost ran into Asmodeus. The Avatar of Lust quickly caught you and your tray and chuckled at your clumsiness. "Where's the fire, darling? What's got you all hot and bothered?" You huffed in impatience and glanced around to make sure nothing fell off of the tray. "Mammon's having a bad day. I'm putting together a comfort package to help make the day a little easier." Much to your surprise, your words weren't returned with a look of concern or even shock. Instead, Asmodeus began laughing loudly and nearly doubled over in effort. You frowned as you felt anger in Mammon's defence bubble up within you. "Oh sweetie," Asmo breathed as he wiped tears from his eyes. "Mammon doesn't have 'bad days'. It's just not him. He's probably just faking to get you to dote over him," he smirked and plucked one of the chocolate cover strawberries from your tray and popped it into his mouth. "Wouldn't you rather pamper me? I'll make it worth your time." You snarled and tore yourself away from Asmodeus. "Seriously? Your not even going to pretend to be concerned?" you scoffed in disgust at Asmo's shocked expression. "You seriously disgust me sometimes, you know that? He does nothing but look out for you guys and try and help you and this is the thanks he gets?" Now Asmo looked even more confused. He opened his mouth to retaliate but was interrupted by Lucifer. "What's going on in here?" Asmodeus rolled his eyes and gestured to your tray. "Apparently Mammon is having a 'bad day'."

Lucifer tensed at Asmodeus's words and looked over at you with analyzing and serious eyes. "Take me to him." You sighed heavily and nodded, leading the way towards Mammon's room as Asmo squawked in protest. As you arrived, you gave Lucifer a stern look before opening Mammon's bedroom door. Sitting in the dark, trembling, tangled in the blankets of his bed, was a teary-eyed, clearly shaken Mammon. His head snapped up at the sudden noise, as he looked at you and his brother with wide frantic eyes. Lucifer inhaled sharply at seeing Mammon so distraught, while you sighed and moved into action.

You gently placed the tray on the side table and sat down beside him, placing a delicate arm around his quivering shoulders. "I'm sorry," you whispered softly to him. "He followed me here. I can make him leave if you want?" Mammon simply whined and placed his head on your shoulder. Lucifer moving forward caught your attention. You glared at the eldest, daring him to say something bad about the demon in your arms. Lucifer's eyes pooled with pity and guilt as he knelt down by the bed. The words that came out of his mouth weren't mocking, or harsh, or judgemental. Instead, he only said one word: "Nightmare?" Mammon let out a choked sob and nodded as he clung on to you tighter. Lucifer nodded and sat down on Mammon's other side, silently pulling him in close. You watched in near awe, as Lucifer's expression shifted into one of familial protectiveness and held a softness that you had never seen him bear to anyone, let alone Mammon. As though something inside of him broke, Mammon collapsed into Lucifer's arms letting out heart-clenching wails as he clung onto his older brother's cloak. Lucifer's arms tightened around him as he curled in around him. "Your always taking care of us," Lucifer spoke gently, running a hand through Mammon's hair. "Always being strong, taking the brunt of everything, sacrificing yourself for the others," the eldest closed his eyes and just held his younger brother for a moment. "Let us take care of you for once." Your lips parted in shock at the sincere, emotion-filled scene. Mammon gave the smallest of nods as he seemed to curl into himself even more. Lucifer sighed and glanced over at you. "Will you get the others? Tell them Mammon needs their help." You frowned deeply at the instructions, "But Asmo-" "Was deflecting and jealous that you were putting your attention elsewhere. I assure you he would've had a very different reaction if he knew you were serious," Lucifer smiled gently at you. "We may not act like it sometimes, but we do love and care for each other. Just...tell them he had a bad nightmare. They all know better than to joke about that." You weren't sure if it was the desperation or sincerity in Lucifer's tone, or maybe it was the way that for the first time since you found him screaming this morning, Mammon was finally starting to calm down, but you believed Lucifer.

You reluctantly let go of Mammon and went to get the others.

Just as Lucifer had said, each of them took the news with grim seriousness. Asmo paled and looked like he was going to be sick when you told him. When you returned to Mammon's room, you found him asleep in the middle of a cuddle pile, surrounded by his brothers with a small smile on his face. You chuckled and leaned against the doorframe. You had always thought that Mammon's actions towards his brothers went unnoticed, but seeing them all like this, told you otherwise. They all knew exactly what Mammon did for them, and they were all extremely grateful for the brother that they adored. ***There ya have it! We get some fluff! We get some angst! We have some comfort! Honestly, this fic kinda has it all. 😅 I hope you guys enjoyed it! Thank you so much @hangryweeb for the great prompt! It was a treat to write once I realized what I wanted to do with it! *** Taglist: @thegrimgrinningghost @henry-and-the-seven-lords @satans-beloved-riv @cosmixbun @sufzku @simeonspebble @victoireshaven @obey-mes-treasure @kissed-by-a-dementor @yukihaie @justtiarra @mammoneybb @obeys-world @poly-bi-mf @armycandy10 @burrixino

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Let’s have a baby

yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader

A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work.

TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle

You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.

Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.

Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."

You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.

And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...

They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.

What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.

Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.

"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.

"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."

"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."

You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.

But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."

As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.

"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."

"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.

To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.

"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.

As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.

"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.

Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."

And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.

Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.

"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"

Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"

Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.

You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.

Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.

God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.

" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.

You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"

You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.

Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.

He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.

"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."

You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"

You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.

Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.

"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."

You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."

Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest."

He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.

"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.

Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."

"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"

You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.

"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."

"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."

"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."

You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."

You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."

"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."

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Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.

"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.

"Why can't we just bring her home already?"

Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.

If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.

He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago.

#bnha yandere #yandere erasermic #yandere x reader #yandere present mic #yandere aizawa

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gyusfavlibra · 3 years

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THIS IS MY WORK! PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ON OTHER SITES/APPS!!!!

Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, hand job, sex in bathroom, language, jealousy, fighting, arguing.

Y/n and Sarah sat quietly on Kie's bed as they waited for Kiara to stop degrading the lavender dress she wore while standing in her large mirror. Mrs. Carrera coming through the door to make sure the girls were all dressed. "This is disgusting."

"I know it's just horrible."

"I'm asking you guys to just relax and go to a fun party."

"I look like a bourgeoisie pig."

"I think you look beautiful," y/n said while shrugging at Kie. She just gave a smile back to her, still hating the look no matter what compliments were given.

"Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?"

"Mom, people not three miles from her have no power, no running water, and we're going to Midsummers."

"That's so tone deaf."

"Y/n," the mother scolded at her niece. "Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island club?"

"Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for, like, ten years--"

"Twelve years, and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough-"

"To keep up with the Joneses-"

"No, so you had the same experiences that I had as a child."

"But weren't parents as teens out, like partying, getting drunk, making out in the backseats of their cars at drive in movies," the cousin listed while putting her things in its bag. "Getting pregnant."

"That doesn't sound fun," Sarah added.

"Do you girls even know what the Island club is?"

"A factory farm."

"For debutantes," Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"It's a nice place, with nice people where you can do fun stuff."

"With out-of-touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean."

"Water filling the poor's destructive lungs while the wealthy ones get away on million dollar boats."

Sarah sat quietly laughing on the comfy blanketed mattress. Mr. Cerrera sighed, saying one last thing before walking out. "Okay, I want you to put on your party face, girls, if you want to live."

"Did your mom just threaten to kill us?"

"Maybe. I think so," she nods as she turned around to the duo, fixing the flower crown that sat on her cousin's head. "You nervous to see Rafe."

"Why did you have to bring that up?"

"I was curious. I know it's only been two days, but-"

"Hey, he broke up with me. So if he wants to talk, that's in his duty. Not mine. I did nothing wrong."

Sarah got off the bed, swinging on it's pole. "Except flirt with JJ, or so he says."

"I was not...flirting with JJ. He has a crush on Kiara. I'd never."

"But Rafe doesn't know that."

°°°°

*flashback*

"What if she doesn't like it?"

"She'll love it. She's hippie."

Y/n and JJ sat on John B's porch, smoking a blunt. The girl was trying to help him do something nice for Kiara so JJ could ask her out without feeling weird. He's liked her for the longest and he was finally ready to tell her how she feels.

"Alright, now practice what you're gonna say."

Just as Y/n finished saying the statement, her own boyfriend, Rafe Cameron showed up. Standing behind them listening in.

"Okay, uh, hey I have to tell you something...uh important," the blonde began speaking, using hand gestures because of his nerves. "I really really like you. Like not like friends like, but I have feelings, uhm, strong feelings for you. Because you're like super hot, andnyou're like a really cool chick. So I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna...go out with me."

"Yes, t-"

"What the hell!"

The manly unknown voice shocked them both, their figures jumping at the sound because they thought they were alone.

"Rafe, what're you doing here?"

Y/n asked confusedly as she stood from the steps. The Kook just scoffed and walked back out. Ignoring her question. She shared a glance with JJ before going to follow after him.

"Hey! Where you going? What's wrong?"

"A pogue!? Y/n, seriously?!"

"What're you talking about?"

"You're cheating on me with a pogue?" He shouted. Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the unnecessary upset individual.

"What do you mean cheating? I'm not cheating on you. We were just talking."

"Bullshit. That's bullshit! I heard it all."

"Rafe, it's not like that. Jj was just-"

"I should've known better. I should've known," he fumed. His right foot swung to kick the dirt near his truck that he was so very close to getting into.

"Known what?"

"I should've never trusted a pogue. I knew something like this was gonna happen. You were just gonna throw me away like Sarah did, Topper. Right? Huh?"

"You sound ridiculous. I was never throwing you away. I was helping him out."

"Yeah, while you're at it. Might as well help sleep with him too."

Y/n scoffed, taking a step back from the angered boy who's brain had just functioned what he said. Part of him regretted it very much. But the other part thought you deserved it because of his cheating accusation.

He opened his vehicle door. Stepping one foot inside. "We're done."

The girl just laughed with held tears reaching for the openess. She turned around to head back inside as Rafe just drove off.

°°°°

"Hey, no tearing up today. Go to this stupid thing and show him that his little cheating accusation act didn't hurt you at all. You're stronger than that."

"Thanks, Kie."

The girls finished up their last minute touches. That includes sweeping their dresses with roller for no hair, any makeup redos, or hair finishes. The ride to the country club was quiet. Well, y/n was quiet.

This would be her first time seeing Rafe since their break up a three days ago. They've been doing everything in their mighty to avoid each other. And it definitely worked. But like her friend told her, she wasn't gonna get worked up. Letting Rafe see her weak was like telling him he was right about everything. But he wasn't.

"Jesus, Kook land."

"I forgot how packed this thing is every year."

"Well, let's go. I gotta walk out with my family."

The Cameron family walked out with their heads high and the Kook crowd cheered for each one. Y/n kept her eyes gazed to Kiara since they were in the middle of a conversation. Not caring if that family came in or not. That excludes Sarah.

Rafe watched from his spot by his dad, as they exited to outside. Breath hitched when he saw Y/n and her dress. It was a dark toned red, had tulle, and a revealing chest opening.

A red flower crown on her head, complimenting her beautiful down hair. She looked amazing and hot to Rafe. He had to clear his throat before excusing himself.

"Hey," the red dresses girl heard from beside her as a hand landed on her lower back. She removed it before her eyes retracted to theirs. Kie just pursed her lips before leaving to hangout with Sarah. Y/n internally screaming that she left her there.

"What do you want?"

"Uh, you look nice."

"Okay. Thanks. You don't too. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just saying hi."

"Bye."

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?"

"Why?"

"Because of what you did," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n shrugged.

"I didn't do anything."

"Do- do you not remember what happened on the cut three days ago? The fight."

"You slut shaming me and accusing me of cheating with JJ. That? Yeah, I remember that."

"Accused? I heard you."

"Heard what exactly?"

"JJ, was telling you he liked you and thought you were a cool hippie chick, which you are not. You're not hippie. And then he asked you out and you said yes. As soon as I walked in."

Y/n stared at him blankly. Before bursting out laughing. A few guests behind them staring with a look that showed they weren't used to loud talkers or laugher. "Oh my god. You thought? Jesus that's absolutely hilarious."

"What is?"

"That you think- you think that JJ was confessing feelings to me. Whew that's rich."

"I heard it, Y/n."

"He wasn't confessing anything to me you shit head. He was practicing for when he asked out Kiara."

Rafe was confused. Majorly. Inside and out. "But she-"

"He likes Kiara. And she's my cousin. You think I'd really hurt anyone like that? How low of me do you think? Have fun at this party."

Y/n walked off to go look for her disappeared friends. Not wanting to spend another second in a spot with someone who was so rude over something he knew nothing about. Just assumed. Never asked.

As she walked down the corridors of the porch that many people stood on drinking, a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. Her eyes fixated on the blonde in a black tux and a bow tie.

"Holy shit, JJ. You scared me. What're you doing here?" She asked as she hugged him.

"Well, Sarah somehow convinced her dad to let me in tonight to hangout with Kie."

"Have you seen her?"

"I was just looking for her myself. C'mon. She's probably inside."

She grabbed his hand. Pulling him inside. They found Kie just minutes later with Pope. He was working the grill with his dad. Sarah was getting raided by Topper about their own stupid shit. Y/n decided to go get herself a drink and maybe find someone to dance with.

The straw rested on her lips as she stood against the porch railing. Gazing over all the people who say around laughing, probably bragging about their money, summer vacations, their older kids getting into a good college. Typical kook things.

Her eyes focused on a specific couple talking off to the side. Her eyes burning a whole in the back of Rafe's head as he tried to flirt up a storm with some Kook she didn't know whatsoever.

Her body was fuming. Was Rafe really gonna sit in front of her and flirt with a whole other girl that isn't her. Just a few days after their breakup. It's like he's trying to play victim. And she's had it.

"Hey, Sancho. Lassie."

The brunette Rafe was talking up a storm to laughed. "I'm sorry who are you?"

"Oh, you gonna introduce me to your side piece here?"

"Would you stop? We're just talking."

"Talking? Yeah, okay," Y/n laughed. The girl just looked at her dazed. "Hi, I'm his girlfriend. Y/n. And you, yeah you're excused."

Rafe was truly enjoying this scene. Internally rooting for Y/n. He wasn't gonna object to that fact that she called herself his girlfriend. Because now that he knew the truth, it changed his perspective.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I already told you. Wh- can you not hear correctly?"

"He said he was single so, why-"

"He lied. So, you can go away now- Rafe. Let's go. We need to talk."

"What're you his mother now?" The rando questioned. Y/n turned to her and gripped her face.

"If you wanna keep these teeth, then I suggest you stop talking. Go find somebody else's boyfriend to mack on."

She dragged Rafe by his hand into the upstairs private bathroom. Locking the door behind her. "What're you doing?"

"Just having a friendly conversation. There a problem?"

"You were flirting, Rafe. That was flirting," she paced. Hand against her for head.

"Like you're any better. You lied to me."

"I've never lied about anything."

"You said JJ liked Kiara."

"Yeah. He does."

"Then why is he holding your hand, hugging you, and leaving inside with you instead of the girl he supposedly likes," Rafe argued. Gripping onto the large counter.

"Rafe, I grabbed his hand and brought him inside to find Kiara. And I hugged him because I was happy for my friend. God, Rafe how many times do I have to tell you that I am not cheating on you."

"It's kind of hard to believe that shit when I keep seeing things with my own eyes."

"Then stop assuming and come ask me. Jesus, do you not trust me or something. Because I trust you. Anytime I hear that you're at a party doing lines with hot blonde's next to you, I brush it off because I know you'd never. Why can't you just do that for me."

Rafe stood from his seat. Pinching the bridge of nose. The guilty conscience grazed through his mind as he listened to her words. He had issues with trust and with others, but he knew it wasn't a reason to take it out on the only person who's loved him for him.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. You're right. I should trust you. Just like you trust me. I'll work on it. I promise."

"Don't promise me that. Just show me that you love me just as much."

The words clicked. He did love her. And he cared about her. More than anyone in this world. And he wanted to show her. In the most physical way possible.

"C'mere."

"Why?"

"Just c'mere," he repeated as he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, but Rafe's grip kept her in place. He moved his face closer to hers, lips almost touching as they grazed against each other.

He used the hand placed on her waist to grip the fabric of her dress. Pulling it upwards. Her breath hitched as he hand snaked under the red tulle and right onto her now soaking core. His pointy finger swept across the waistband of her panties.

Y/n wasn't expecting this as the outcome from their miniature argument but she wasn't complaining. And neither was Rafe.

He pushed her underwear down as much as he could from their position, before going back to her walls and making circular motions. Rafe finally closer the space, kissing her lips practically roughly as he continued rubbing her.

He kept a firm hand on her waist to make sure she had a gripping support if he legs gave out, which they indeed will. The motions stopped as Y/n pulled her lips away from his. Rafe stared at her daring eyes, questioning if she wanted his to continue.

"Put them inside me," she whispered. The Cameron smirked before obliging to her demand. He stuck to fingers into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he did so. Pumping them in and out of her. Y/n rubbed her hand against the erection in his dress pants.

"You like that, yeah?"

She nodded as the locked her lips. Not being able to speak because knowing if she did, she let out a loud moan and even at this club would hear.

She unbuckled his pants, putting her handninside to grip his penis and pump it as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The hand he held to her waist was now gripped on her neck, gently. Y/n clenched around his fingers. Feeling her high come close. "Dont stop."

Rafe began pumping faster just as Y/n did so. The teens were so horny that they were both already reaching their extent. Rafe's shaft twitched in her hand. "I'm cumming."

"Do it for me."

That's all it took for Y/n to finish. And Rafe too. His liquids filling her hands as they both let out moans due to their intense actions. In one swift motion, Rafe snaked a hand around Y/n's waist turning then so she was against the counter. Her pulled the straps of her dress of her shoulders, leaving kisses as he did so before connecting his lips to hers.

Her pulled his tuxedo jacket off him. Snapping the bowtie off as well. Y/n moaned at the tluchnof his hands on her breast. Massaging them in his hands over the fabric of her strapless bra.

Y/n unbuttoned the spots on his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Rafe stop his gripping motions and pulled down his pants and boxers. He sat her up on the counter. Her bare ass connecting to the coldness of the marble designed setting.

Rafe rubbed his tip against her fold once or twice before pushing himself into her. Not giving a warning, but Y/n loved the suddeness. Y/n let a moan into his next as he began thrusting his hips. The girl gripping her black painted nails into his back.

Rafe's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Enjoying the feelings of Y/n's cunt wrapped around him.

"You like that?"

"Yes, god yes."

Y/n sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Each moan and huff she exposed in his earn make his whole body shiver. Rafe let out a grunt before answering. She clenched her walls around his dick. The dirty blonde groaned slamming into her body. "Do it again."

She did so. Clenching around around the boy as he slammed into her again. This time, hitting the spot that made her whole body go insane. "Tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine."

A moan escaped her lips after he said what she had wanted. Her hand smacked down onto the edge of the sinks counter. Grilling onto it for dear life. "Tell me it again."

The feeling of her finishing was fastly approaching. As well as for Rafe. The moans she let out made his go over the edge as he fucked her hard. "Tell me, Rafe."

"You're fucking mine, ah-"

Each of them let out a loud moan as they finished. Covering each others mouths. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs but for precautions they covered either way.

Rafe's head fell forward onto her chest. Taking large breaths as y/n did too. "Shit, y/n."

The Cameron pulled out of her. Helping her get redressed and cleaned just after he did himself.

"You're still on the pill right?" He asked as he zipped his pants.

"Yeah. It's fine," she smiled up at his 6'4 figure. Rafe reached down to kiss her passionately.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too."

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Do Your Job.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: Nope

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N doesn't know how to say no. And Chris doesn't like that.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Angry!Chris in this fic, kind of Naive!Reader... Enjoy

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Chris watched with a clenched jaw as the woman winced upon hearing her boss. He didn't like her boss, at all. "Y/N! Why haven't you made my coffee yet?" he screamed at her, despite standing only a few feet away from her. "I-I was… I was helping Peter…" she tried saying and Chris' hands balled into fists when the man took a few steps towards her, pointing a threatening finger in her face.

"Does he pay you? Huh? Are you his assistant? Now get lost and get me some coffee, fast! No excuses!" Teary-eyed after being screamed at, Y/N whirled around and walked out of the room. Chris wanted nothing more than to just grab that asshole's neck and squeeze until the life poured out of him. "Hey, everything okay?" He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to his co-star, Michelle Dockery.

"I, uh, yeah… yeah, I'm fine, why?" Michelle didn't miss his grumpiness. "Come on, you were sitting there like you were imagining someone's murder," she snorted, plopping down on the couch next to him. "His," Chris huffed, nodding his head towards Y/N's boss who was speaking to one of the extras on set. "What did he do?" Michelle frowned and turned to look as well.

"That man does not know how to treat his assistant."

It was the last week of filming Defending Jacob. Y/N had caught Chris' eye on his first day at work; she had him wrapped around her finger in the first week. She was super beautiful, very polite, kind and helpful. She cracked funny jokes and whenever she entered a room, it seemed to get a little brighter and livelier. Chris wanted to ask her out, but chickened out whenever he tried to approach her.

They hadn't talked, ever. Sure, sometimes he'd catch her looking in his direction during breaks and in-between shoots, but he never thought anything of it. He was Chris Evans, people were gonna stare. But, in the first month of filming, Chris realized that the woman had a bad habit— she didn't know how to say no. Ever. She never, ever said no to anyone. And that annoyed him.

Y/N, can you come here for a bit?

She would get up without question, and follow the voice. He once saw her sitting down for a quick lunch and she had only had one bite before someone called for her. And he had watched as she kept her lunch away and walked towards the person. That had made him unbelievably angry, because even after her work, she didn't eat. She gave up on lunch. He had come very close to talking to her that day.

His pent up frustration increased day-by-day, as more and more people started using Y/N's overly helpful nature to their advantage. He noticed how she ran around from place to place all day, how she'd practically collapse on a seat the moment she got a break and would softly groan when she heard her name not even 15 seconds later. And the worst part? None of the people she helped were polite.

Once, he saw Y/N helping someone with her dress and the moment the job was done, the other woman had walked away without a word, talking to some of her friends. He saw how Y/N had just stared at the woman, blinking, expecting a thank you but receiving nothing in return. He noticed the disappointed sigh she heaved after and left to do her other work. That incident had just made him want to hold her and never let go.

That brought them to today. Chris and Michelle dropped the topic and chatted about something else until he saw her from the corner of his eye. Then he turned to see her fully, watching as Y/N handed the cup of coffee to her boss. That man had the audacity to give her a glare before he walked away, sipping on the coffee. This time, even Michelle noticed, and her jaw dropped.

"What?! That bastard!" she exclaimed as a teardrop rolled down Y/N's cheek. Chris' heart broke at the sight, his eyes closing when someone behind him shouted her name. Her hand instantly flew up to wipe her tears and she smiled to herself before turning in his direction. And for a brief moment, their eyes met. She gave him a quick smile before jogging past him towards the person who asked for her.

He couldn't even smile back.

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"Cut! Break time."

Chris eased out of his tense position and rolled his shoulders before walking away, trying to find a seat. His feet ached from standing. He soon found a seat and sat down, taking out his phone. He went over some texts, until he heard her name being called. Then his head snapped up, because the person who had called for her was her boss. He glanced around until he saw her a few feet away from him.

She had her headphones in and was holding her phone horizontally, which made him realize that she was either watching YouTube, a show or a movie. And she was on her break. "Yes?" Y/N replied, taking out her headphones. "Get me another cup of coffee," the boss mentioned offhandedly, "It's my break." Chris glared at that. Make it yourself, asshole.

"But sir, it's my break too…" Y/N insisted softly. And without knowing, Chris' feet carried him towards the two. "So? I pay you, Y/L/N, there's no need to be such a brat. I'll have you fired in no time, you— Mr Evans?" Everyone around them froze as Chris placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder, darkly glaring at her boss. "She told you she's on a break," he spoke coldly. "Mr Evans—"

And the knot inside him finally broke.

"She's on a fucking break! Let her get some rest! She has been running around all day, doing things for your lazy butts—" he addressed everyone loudly, "—and none of you even thank her! Do you know what an angel she is? She continues helping you even after you treat her like scum! It's just some fucking coffee, if you're on a break, make it yourself! For God's sake, leave the woman alone! All of you, if I ever, ever hear her name being called around here again, it's over. I'll make sure you're off the set before you can even say sorry. Now get lost!"

He didn't mean to be so loud, nor so angry. But it just happened, months of frustration, months of anger released all at once. Y/N's boss stared at Chris for a few seconds, blinking, before muttering a quiet sorry and leaving. Everyone silently got back to work as Chris took in some deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. That's when he felt a small hand covering his.

He looked down and saw Y/N smiling at him, tears wantonly running down her cheeks. "Thank you so much," she whispered and his heart raced. "Absolutely no problem, darling. They were the assholes, using you to their advantage like that, so fucking disrespectfully… You have got to learn how to say no," he chuckled, dropping his hand from her shoulder. "I do, don't I?" she hummed, her lips twitching in shame.

"We'll work on it, I promise." He gently cupped her cheeks, wiping away her tears. Y/N gulped, trying her best to hide the effect his touch had on her. She had a crush on him, but like, who didn't? "How? It's the last week of filming," she pointed out with a small, sarcastic laugh. "It doesn't have to be the last week of us talking. How about we have dinner tonight, 8?"

Was he actually asking her out?!

"Yeah, yeah 8 sounds good," she replied near instantly and he gave her an amused smile. "Great. I'll meet you later, okay?" As he started walking away, she called out, "Mr Evans! My number!" And he walked back to her. They exchanged numbers, sent each other "hi" to make sure they had the correct number and Chris walked away again, ready to film the last scene of the day.

He was in an unusually good mood, having finally asked her out. She said yes.

He was also pleased at the end of the day, not having heard Y/N's name being called out even once after his outburst. Sure, after her break, some people had requested her assistance but they talked politely to her, saying thank you when she was done and smiling. Chris approved of that, after all, it was her job.

And, in the blink of an eye, it was 7:30 pm.

Chris was at home, fixing his hair. They had agreed to meet at his place, not wanting the media to find out. There, he had already ordered some pizzas and had beer ready, a movie paused on the TV. Chris finished messing with his hair and went downstairs, quickly patting Dodger's head. He sat on the couch and waited, busy scrolling through Twitter until he heard the doorbell ring.

When he opened the door, he saw Y/N. And his breath caught in his throat; she looked absolutely stunning dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, a cute little smile plastered on her face. "May I come in?" she laughed a bit when he just stood there, staring at her in awe.

It turned out to be a really good date, the perfect start to a perfect relationship.

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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Jax + 👀⏰🚭

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! 💗

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Up in Smoke

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, overused tropes y’all have already read (friends to lovers + only 1 bed) Word Count: ~1.3k Emoji Prompt: 👀⏰🚭 (key words are in bold)

“What?”

You glare at him and keep your mouth shut. How the fuck dare he ask what.

He went and said it as if he has any right to look so hot when he’s supposed to look like shit. Just sitting there. Sleep-deprived stare, messy ass hair. Ratty old shirt stinking of sweat and dirt and he just doesn’t care. Jax Fucking Teller never looks like shit, not even just a little bit.

Last night he got stuck in a fight and needed somewhere quiet he could crash and hide. As his best friend you somehow got caught in the middle of it. Now you and Jax are cooped up here in this motel out on the roadside. Some unspoken tension rears its ugly head between you two and you’ve no clue how to get rid of it.

Actually you do—you have more than just a clue—you know you need this stupid sexy piece of shit to fucking fuck you.

“How’d you sleep,” you ask without lifting your voice into a question. Your own sleep wasn’t that deep. You’d tossed and turned in every possible direction. On a mattress that felt like the pit of hell—expected nothing less from this motel, given the room was so dirt cheap.

He gives you that signature you’re-a-stupid-whore look which between friends is endearing. Friends or not, coming from him it’s fucking hot. A whole damn kink. “How do you think.”

You cross your arms and scowl. He chose to sleep on a scrappy old towel. “Christ, don’t be a dick about it. I told you to take the blanket but you said you’d be fine on the floor without it.”

Jax ignores that and just pulls a cigarette out. Sticks it in the sweet pink pucker of his mouth. You want to be that cigarette right now. You wish he’d read your mind somehow. Why can’t this big blonde idiot figure it out…?

He takes a puff and looks so hot you might start choking. You can’t handle that today. “Put that away. This room’s non-smoking.”

Snickers at you as his broad shoulders lift up in a slight shrug. “Do I look like I give a fuck?”

You start to fume, the smell of smoke and your own slutty desperation swirling all around the room. “You’re gonna set off the alarm—”

Reach down to yank the cigarette out of his mouth but then he swiftly grabs your arm. That ice-blue fire in his eyes that could do you serious harm. The way you wish he would—he’d rough you up so fucking good… he’s more the fire-breathing dragon than Prince Charming but to you the beast has all the fucking charm.

Last night he’d been a gentleman and had insisted that you take the bed. Today you’re mad ‘cause you had been desperate for him to share the bed with you instead.

He doesn’t know that yet. But he could sense it from the second that you grabbed his cigarette. Jax doesn’t want your lifelong friendship to go up in smoke but he’s been itching to get in your pants for years and if you’re standing here and handing him a ticket… maybe if the sex is epic then it’s worth getting his dick wet. Epic sex is one thing Jax Fucking Teller never regrets.

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“Bitch, all you had to do was ask.”

He’s such an ass. That shit is so typical Jax.

He growls it fierce, ridge of his teeth grazing the soft lobe of your ear—thick fingers slide across your slick sensitive clit, seeking the tight heat of your slit—then fucking pierce—he can’t believe he has you here and holy shit—it’s stark how different you appear. He tells himself it’s just a fuck, but no such luck, as something sparks and runs him over like a truck.

Jax Teller never feared the dark but just the light: something that felt too fucking bright. Done so much wrong he has no right. Having you near—this was exactly what he’d feared. Had tried to fight. He’d won last night. He’s losing it with you right here.

The lines between friendship and whatever this is should’ve stayed clear. For fucking years, that was the path he’d tried to steer. Stroking his dick alone in bed, or drowning in another chick he had just met—picturing you instead—that was the closest he could get.

Until you grabbed that motherfucking cigarette.

It’s barely been a minute yet, and you’re already dripping wet. It hits him now that’s how you’ve always been for him. It hits him now that you adore him. That you’d do anything for him.

Hits him in the way you hold him like you’re on the verge of death—the way you lick into the heaven of his kiss with your sweet tongue, fucking explore him—suck the smoke out of his lungs, white hot and seething. You’re the fire that the beast in him is breathing. He’s your first and last and only fucking breath.

You’re set to shatter into pieces on his knuckles, and he wants to fucking cry at just how beautiful you are, but that’s the shit that would cut deep enough to scar, and so instead he fucking chuckles.

Makes you weak; you’d scream at him if you had words to even speak. Just leave it to this piece of shit to fucking lighten it. He drags his fingers from your soaking cunt right in the instant just before you hit your peak, and you can’t keep him in no matter how you tighten it.

Here you had thought you both felt something that meant everything, but suddenly you worry that your inner slut got carried off imagining. Suddenly you think of course that’s not what’s happening. You’re just spread out beneath your best friend on the crap mattress of some seedy motel, and there’s no fucking way the fallout from this session will go over well. No way you can go back to what you were, after this ravaging. No way you can go further and become more in the future, which is what your stupid little heart desires more than anything. No way in hell. No way in fucking hell.

You’re slipping fast and he can tell. Tripping somewhere inside yourself. He’d run away from all the weight of that—or fuck through all the issues, if it’s not too late for that—that’s what he’d do, if you were anybody else.

You’re not.

You’re you and that’s what scares him. Like, a lot. He’s never felt something that tears him, but he’s shocked to find the pain and fear of feeling more than he can even bear just makes him harder, pushes him to take this farther. God, it’s super fucking hot.

The doubt and heartbreak radiating from you twist him up in knots. Jax had no clue, just what that little laugh off of his wicked lips would do. He did it to protect himself but didn’t think it would screw you. He sees it’s true, your pretty face painting the picture of your thoughts. Inches from pushing him away but pull him close instead ‘cause whether friend or lover, you’ll still love him like no other. Cling to him with all you’ve got.

He knows you better than he has any damn right to. He’s in you before he ever drives inside you. Always has been. This was real before it happened.

Holds you as you’re gasping—big strong hand soft on your face, the other keeps your hips in place, forehead against yours as he looks at you with eyes the blue of hope and then becomes the rope you’re grasping.

All the lines of who you were—the blindness of before—didn’t just blur. They fucking broke. You take him deep into your core, and let him wreck until it hurts, beg without words, for him to fuck you like a whore and so much more, and breathe him in so deep you choke.

There’s light on both ends of this cigarette, and no regret, as everything goes up in smoke.

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sannieworldeu · 2 years

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Princess - J. Yunho (OneShot)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Fem! Reader

Word Counts: 2.5k!

Warnings: Lots of cussing,cut offs, and rushing;)

a/n: I do not own any of these photos, credit goes to the owners. —— I apologize for rushing this one shot however, I tried to make the pace of the story go a little faster. I also want to apologize for making any punctuation or grammar error. Enjoy!

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You and Yunho have been dating for 5 years now so of course, it’s a serious relationship.

However, these past few weeks, he has been ‘busy’. Like busy busy..

Messages:

*I'm sorry y/n, I’m gonna be late. Don’t wait for me.* - Yunho

*I’ll make it up this Saturday for you babe.* - Yunho

*Omg I’m so sorry, I forgot that I have a schedule to do a photoshoot with this model. Let’s go next week yeah?*- Yunho

And on that next week he says,

*I’m sorry y/n, I can’t make it. I’m very sorry, please go back home safely.* - Yunho

You love Yunho and you understand his Idol life. He’s a celebrity,idol, super popular, fans chasing him and Ateez, pack schedules and preparing comebacks.

But now you’re starting to doubt that, is he really committed to this relationship now? You never want to interfere with his work life because you love and support his career.

But today, you were done with his shit. The same old excuses that he makes every week, it was just too much to handle.

You and Yunho were supposed to go on a date at this cafe. He told you to wait there for him since he will be coming late again. You started to bite your lower lips, eyes wandering around, and letting out big sighs waiting for 30 minutes that turned into hours.

You were worried that something bad might’ve happened and immediately you turned on your phone to check the message that was sent just 5 minutes ago.

*I’m gonna be released at 12 am or later due to my delayed schedule. The members and I need to go film this video today.* - Yunho

Again, your feelings were filled with disappointment. Each time he texts you that he’ll be coming late, your trust for him slowly fades away. Nevertheless, you were still sitting inside the cafe waiting for your drink that you had just ordered after knowing that your boyfriend Yunho won’t be coming.

“I can’t just let these workers' effort go to waste. I shall at least enjoy it before I go.” You talk to yourself looking out at the window.

Suddenly, thunder struck a tree and rain drops were coming down like they were full of tears. You thought to yourself, “How stupid of me to forget to bring an umbrella?” You let out another sigh as your fingers ran through your head to the end of your hair strands.

“Y/n? Is that you?” Yunjae’s voice echoed through your ears and finally you snapped out of daydreaming. “Why are you here alone, without Yunho?” Yunjae is your childhood best friend and he knows everything about you.

“Well apparently these days Yunho’s been saying that he’s ‘busy’ with his work.” You put out your two fingers by making a quote to sound sarcastic.

“Well why don’t you hang out with me then?” You know damn well that Yunjae is a flirty ass man but whenever you feel sad, lonely, or mad he will always be there for you.

“You know, since Yunho is so busy, let's go to this upcoming party?” He suggested.

“Ah no thanks, I'm fine. I can’t even go if I want to.” You let out a fake laugh when he can literally tell that you are lying.

“Just let me know when you decided to go. I’m always available 24/7 for you.” He smirked looking at you when you heard the doorbell open so you turn your head to see a couple coming inside.

You were shocked to see him with the same girl. Yunho and Jieun have been working on this music together these past few months. Sometimes when you are in the studio both of them act like you are not even there. It felt like they were more of a couple than you guys.

“You called this busy?” You whisper under your breath, blood boiling inside your head, but you were just sitting there observing them slowly. But you can hear Yunho’s laugh getting louder and louder each time when she comes up closer to whisper something into his ear.

You know that, that’s his most sensitive spot out of all body parts.

“He sure is busy. Accompanied by a girl, why are you just sitting here? Are you not even gonna do anything about it?” Yunjae asked as you rolled your eyes and turned to look away.

The fact that Yunho doesn’t even know that you are here in the same ass cafe with them, he dares to test you with your patients.

“Fuck this shit!” You stood the fuck up and made your way towards them. “I thought you said you were busy filming? Is this part of the scene?” Yunho’s eyebrow raised up as the girl next to him glared at you because you interrupted their ‘precious’ conversation.

“Y-y/n-ah?” Yunho was looking real suspicious, hesitating while saying your name like that, and the way his tone changed from being happy to being caught in 4K real quick.

“We do not look like what it seems to be in your assumption. We were just working with music and got tired so I offered to buy a drink for her-“So you made your so called busy time to have a drink with her but decided to cancel our only weekend time when you spend only 30 minutes with me and immediately you have to go to work already? I guess this won’t work out anymore right?” Yunho was about to say something when you cut him off again, “That’s completely fine then, I guess I will have to be the bigger person and stop getting in your way.”

“Y/n, wait! Let me explain, will you?!?” Yunho started to walk after you but you can hear Jieun trying to stop him from walking and told him not to follow after you.

You were purposely walking slowly just to wait for him and grab your wrist, at least drag you out and try to make you listen to him. A hope was still dying to make you believe that Yunho is not cheating.

“Sorry Jieun, Y/n, let’s go.” Yunho took your wrist and grabbed you inside his car. “Let me go!“ You tried to open the door as Yunho came closer and pinned both of your hands up. He stares intensely at you, a glare that you have never ever seen. You were caught off guard as he went in and gave you a kiss.

“You’re jealous?” His voice being gentle and soft around you was the only way for you to calm down. “I’m not even jealous…I’m disappointed in you. You chose her over our only time together. I don’t want to see you anymore.” You slowly look down to avoid his eyes but he raises your chin up with both of his hands cupping your face.

“Princess, you do know that you’re the only one for me. Right?” Yunho started to come closer when you quickly placed both of your hands on his chest to push him slightly away. “S-stop, I’m not in the mood for it. You make me feel like I’m the bad guy for ruining your precious days with her.”

“Who says that huh? You are just thinking too much. Nothing is happening between Jieun and I. I’m only into you princess.” He leaned in closer and gave you another kiss.

“Ugh! Fine….But another excuse then I’m done. Like really.” Yunho tilted his head and kept coming in to give another kiss. You can feel him smiling, “Alright princess anything for you.”

But did you really think that that was gonna be the end of it. Of course not!

Some weeks later.

You went to the store and bought this cute giant puppy plushie for him since it kinda looks like him so you wanted to surprise him by coming inside his studio without notifying him.

“Yunho I got you this-how could you!” Yunho’s body was on top of Jieun and so her hand was on his chest. In a second she was trying to pull his neck down so they can kiss however, Yunho stood up and looked at you with full of guilt on his face. You couldn’t believe what the fuck you just saw. How could Yunho lie to you like that? He was literally cheating on you this whole time!

You left for good. Went home and packed your bags and went to stay at Yunjae’s house.

“How could you do that?!” Yunho glared at Jieun as she was giving him looks. “But Oppa, it’s not my fault that I’m starting to fall in love with you. Just because Y/n’s birthday is coming you don’t even need all of this for her. Why spend on that low-life class like her when you can spend it on a high level girl like me?”

“Don’t you dare say that again and don’t ever talk low about my y/n like that. A high level girl but that with that heart and lips of yours..are not even low because a low person can do much better than you. You’re just jealous of her. I don’t want to see your face ever again.” Yunho quickly left and went to go find you.

However, you were already at Yunjae’s place. You don’t even have the strength to unpack your bags on the floor. You were just laying on the guest bed, crying like a fool for him.

“Uhm..y-y/n Yunho’s here.” Yunjae slightly knocked on the door and when you heard that, a big sigh just came out from you. “Tell him that I’m not here. Lie to him that I’m probably at Seonghwa’s place.” You wish you went to Seonghwa but if you go over there what can they do? Of course, let him in and Seonghwa will just make you face him. It’s not like they won’t understand but being with Yunjae, it would be better.

You’re not ready yet. Right now everything is coming at you. You felt like a fool for believing him.

“Okay,” Yunjae went to the door and finally replied back. “She’s not here and so why is that? Did you guys fight?” Trying not to expose that you were here, he made a pretty much unsuspicious move there. “I know she is in there, let me talk to her.”

“She’s not! I’m having fun with my girl. Go away! She’s probably at Seonghwa!” Yunho was taken back when he heard that Yunjae was doing those things with a girl inside. “I-I’m sorry…” and so he left.

Days later

“Come out and eat. I made dinner.“ Yunjae knocks on the door but all you can think about is Yunho. “Come on, it’s been days and you haven’t been eating. You’re making me worry as each day goes by..mostly Yunho. I think you should let him explain, he seems like he’s going through a hell.” Yunjae said as you immediately open the door when you heard that Yunho wasn’t feeling well.

“Where is he?” You asked. “I don’t know..probably laying down at his house rethinking about his life decisions because he didn’t even have the chance to explain to you”

“N-no that can’t be…”

“Y/n, I wish to tell you the truth but you should go back. I’m sure you’ll understand.”

“Yunjae-ah…you’re the only friend I can go to and right now you’re gonna make me face someone I hate the most.”

“Hate is such a strong word, I’m sure you miss him as much as he does too. Go to this place at 4:30, Yunho’s waiting there for you.”

Hours later.

“I’m not going. No matter what, I'm not even thinking about showing up at that place. How dare he lie to me and want to see me?” You put your arms together folded in front of your chest and frown while Yunjae came in. “Just give him a chan-“No!”

*2 minutes later*

“Yunho’s been waiting-“NO!”

*2 minutes 5 seconds later*

“Hurry I feel bad-“For fuck sake Yunjae! I said no! I won’t go!”

*1 hour later*

“Just go y/n, I know you still love him and so he does too. You know what! You’re becoming so stubborn that I just have to drag you there. That's the only way it will work out, get her Jongho and Yeosang!” You immediately turn to look at them but they were so fast that you were already blind folded by them.

“Ugh! Stop moving around.” Yeosang complained as you wouldn’t stop moving inside the car sitting in between them. “No, I can’t stop. You guys are kidnapping me to some places where I don’t even want to be at.”

“We’re here. Open the blind folded when you guys reach there and let’s go.” Yunjae said stopping the car when you heard Jongho opening the door. “What you mean about going somewhere after dropping me off? Let me free!” You tried to resist but they were just too strong.

“Ugh! Guys please stop this, I don't want to see his face-“Y/n..” Yunho’s voice called out to you as your body froze in that place. “L-let me free. I need to go.”

But suddenly a guitar was being played. Someone was strumming a guitar. “I know I haven’t been true to you these past few days, but I have something to say~” Yunho is singing?

Jongho and Yeosang finally unfolded the cloth and let you see him. “You’re my woman, you’re the only one I wanna be with forever~”

“What’s the meaning of all of this?” You questioned him as he stopped singing. “I have been planning this for a long time. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you this, that’s why I’ve been really busy. I shouldn’t have let this happen but it already did. I really have no feelings towards Jieun, she was a bad person.I only want to see you smile and laugh. Forgive me hmmh..?” Yunho started to walk towards you but you just froze there, still shocked.

“I promise you, you don’t need to worry about this anymore. Jieun, she will never get in our way again. It was my fault for making this happen.” You hit his chest and tears suddenly streams down on your face. “Why?? I don’t need anything big but you….Yes, it’s your fault.” You finally look up to meet up with his eyes. Reuniting together was one of the best feelings ever.

“I know, it’s my fault not yours. I’m never going to be busy for you again, my princess. You know my love for you will never stop.” You started to cringe but chuckled at him. “I hate you but I love you so much…let’s hear the masterpiece that you made for me.” Yunho hugged you and quickly placed his lips onto yours for a peck and went on to sing for you.

“But before I start this is all from me-from the bottom of my heart baby,” he winked at you as you chuckled and pulled your hair behind your right ears smiling back at him.

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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The Daughter Of Superman, The Adopted Son Of Batman...What Could Go Wrong? PT. 1

Jason Todd x Kryptonian!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.8K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I totally forgot about this one! If you like how cute and fluffy it is, just wait for PT. 2! It gets angsty >:) -Thorne

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They were pretty lazy teenagers when they weren’t busy saving the world with super speed, strength, and smarts. Even if their textbooks were spread all over his bed they were still too lazy to actually do their homework, instead scrolling through social media apps and trolling all the citizens of San Francisco about the identities of the Young Justice Team.

She glanced up from the advanced calculus textbook and stared at the boy laying across her thighs. “Tim, isn’t your dad hosting a gala this weekend?” he hummed in response, and she asked, “Are we allowed to come?”

He didn’t bother looking up from the tablet he was tapping at and nodded. “Yeah. Bruce already added your names to the list, (Y/N).” a flicker of a smile came over his lips and he added, “Of course I had to wear him down in order to get Bart on the list.”

She looked over at their speedster and grinned. “I’m kinda surprised Bruce actually let you on the list Bart.”

A shocked expression etched across his face and he questioned, “Why do you say that?”

(Y/N) shifted Tim’s head, smiling as he grunted from being moved, and rose from the bed, walking over to the minifridge. She pulled out a soda before jumping back on the bed. “Because between you, Tim, Conner, and me, you’re the one who gets us into the most trouble.” She shifted Tim’s head back into her lap, petting his hair until he smiled.

“I do not!”

“Oh really? Do you remember prom night? It’s been almost two years and they stillcall us and talk about the absolute mess we—well, you caused.”

“That cake wasn’t there when I started running, I swear!” he pointed at Tim. “Tim it wasn’t! You know that!”

The others cackled at his protest, and (Y/N) glanced at Conner. “You gonna bring M’Gann?”

A faint pink tinged his cheeks, and he shifted his gaze down at his physics textbook. “Uh…maybe.”

(Y/N) leaned forward, poking his cheek. “Your heart’s beating pretty fast, little brother.”

He swatted her hand and glared at her. “Shove off.”

She snorted and glanced at Tim. “What about you, Timbers? You going to go with Stephanie?”

“Steph and I aren’t dating anymore, (Y/N).”

“For now. But you two like each other.” She smiled and singsonged, “She’s your first love~”

“What about you?” Tim scowled. “Who’s your date?”

She grunted at him and laid flat in the bed, Bart’s legs under her back. “Are you kidding me? You know my dad won’t let me get a boyfriend, let alone a date to a gala for a night.”

“You’re nineteen, (Y/N). I think you’re allowed to start dating.”

“And my parents help pay for part of my utilities. Does it look like I’m going to do anything to tip that delicate balance of not having to pay for all that?” she sighed. “Dad’s always been that way when it comes to me.”

“Daddy’s little girl.” Conner grinned.

(Y/N) grunted and reached over, shoving Conner off the bed. “Don’t call me that. I am not a daddy’s girl.”

The others laughed at her and Tim quipped, “Yes, you are. You two go on father-daughter dates every month and take pictures to show everyone.” She glared at him and he smiled, continuing, “Maybe we can find a date for you at the gala.”

“You can try. But mom and dad are going to be there. If dad sees me with a boy, he’s liable to lose his mind.” The others laughed again, and (Y/N) rested her head down on Bart’s lap. “I need a dress, Timmy.”

He glanced over at her and tapped a few buttons before showing her the screen. “How does this look?”

(Y/N) took the tablet from him and looked over it, taking in the image of the navy-blue dress. “I like the color, but this is a Cinderella dress. Give me something not as…poofy.” He nodded and took the tablet back, tapped on it, then handed it back to her. “Hmm…too booby.” The other two boys giggled at her answer and Tim sighed, taking the tablet again.

He handed it back to her once more and she looked at the dress. “Mermaid silhouette…sheer side…strappy back…” She glanced up at Tim and nodded. “Got a pair of shoes to match?” He hummed and she grinned. “Then I’ll take it. Thanks Timbers.” He nodded once more, and she nudged Bart. “Oi Allen.”

“What?”

“Don’t run into the cake at the gala, okay? It’ll probably cost more than you.”

“It was an accident! Stop bringing it up!” The others simply laughed at him.

***At The Kent Farm***

“Mom! Dad! Jon! I’m home!” She shut the door behind her and turned, catching Jon who’d launched himself at her. “Kid you’re getting too big to do that.” He laughed at her and she let him down, ruffling his hair. “Where’s mom and dad?”

“Out back with Krypto.” He tugged on her sweatshirt. “Did you bring me anything from the tower, sissy? Did ya? Did ya?”

(Y/N) snorted and rummaged in her pocket, pulling out one of Tim’s crimson shurikens. “Tim gave this to me to give to you.” She handed it to him but held it when he reached for it, “Do not,” she warned firmly, “cut yourself with this or mom and dad will make you give it back after they finish tearing me a new one for giving it to you.”

“I won’t!” he promised and she watched his eyes light up in wonder when he took it. She ruffled his hair once more before walking towards the backdoor.

She stepped outside and saw her dad throwing a ball with Krypto, her mom watching from the back porch; she walked over and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Hey, mom.”

Lois glanced up at her and smiled. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re home early.”

(Y/N) nodded, sitting down beside her. “School let out for the week, and we didn’t have any missions from the Justice League, so I figured I’d spend a few days here instead of cooped up in the tower.”

“I’m glad you decided to come home, hon. It’s always nice when you come back.”

She looked up and saw Clark walking towards her. “Hey, dad.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Hey sweetheart, how were the boys?”

“They’re good. We did our usual thing.”

Clark sat on her other side. “Collapse on Tim’s bed and lay around like lethargic teenagers?”

(Y/N) snorted and shoved his shoulder lightly. “We were productive young adults. We finished over-break assignments and reports. Well…mostly. Still got that thirty page physics paper I have to write but…I’ll let that stew awhile.”

He chuckled. “Anything else happen today?”

“Talked about the gala this weekend.” She paused. “You guys are coming too, right?” They nodded and (Y/N) laid back on the porch, pulling out her phone. “Ugh…I remember how badly the Wi-Fi sucked out here. I don’t have any service at all.” She looked at her mom. “I don’t how a journalist like you manages to live in the middle of nowhere like this and still stay sane.”

Lois snorted and thumped her leg. “It’s called satellite service. Now c’mon, let’s go inside. Dinner should be done by now.” (Y/N) rose from the porch and they all began walking in when the sound and feel of rushing air came over them. She and Clark immediately spun, ready to defend themselves when they saw Conner hovering in the sky.

His eyebrows were drawn in slight concern. “(Y/N)! We need you!”

She nodded, shucking off her sweatshirt and pants, revealing the blue suit underneath. The crimson cape billowed around her and she glanced up at him. “What’s the situation?”

“We’ve got simultaneous bank robberies all over SF. Bart and Tim are already on the first few. I came to get you.”

(Y/N) turned to her parents. “Rain check on dinner guys.” She turned in the direction of San Fransisco, eyes darting wildly as she viewed her teammates positions. After a second, she nodded. “I’ve got em, Bart’s on the east, Tim’s on south. You take north and I’ll take west.”

He nodded and she shot up from the ground. They were almost in San Francisco when her father’s voice reached her. “Be careful, (Y/N).”

She curled her fists when the bank doors came into view and responded, “Always am, dad.”

***

“The dress looks fine, (Y/N).”

She glanced up at Tim who was smiling at her; she let out a sigh, letting go of the side strap she’d been tugging, still semi-uncomfortable with how it fit. “I know it does. But I feel like it’s still a little…grown up for me. I’ve never had a dress this open in the back or the sides since…ever.” The boys laughed and she smiled at Bart and Conner. “I forgot how well you two cleaned up.”

Bart pulled at both sides of the bowtie and winked at her, while Conner merely grunted, “I still hate tuxedos.”

“You’re definitely going to hate the long hours of your wedding then.” They laughed once more, and the car pulled around the venue.

Tim looked at them and grinned. “Show time, lady and gents.” They followed him out of the limo, grinning at the cameras as they walked inside.

Immediately, the view made her eyes go wide and she gaped. “Damn…this place is…really big.”

Tim shrugged nonchalantly, “I dunno, the ballroom in Wayne manor is bigger, but definitely more expensive.”

Bart shook his head. “Tim, my dude…we live on minimum wage not a billionaire’s salary.” (Y/N) and Conner simply nodded, still dumbfounded at the sheer size.

Tim rolled his eyes and looked around. “There’s Bruce and the others.”

She glanced in the direction he was looking and she saw her parents with Bruce. “Looks like mom and dad are busy chatting.” The others nodded and she turned to Tim. “What exactly are we supposed to do at a gala?”

“Have fun?” (Y/N) heaved a sigh and stared at him until he said, “You dance and drink and eat. That’s all you do.” He waved his hands. “Go knock yourselves out.”

They started to fan out when (Y/N) called out to them. “Wait!” They paused, turning back around. “We should go talk to Bruce and tell him thanks for inviting us.” They nodded and followed Tim over to Bruce.

He saw them coming and turned, holding out his hand to her. “Good to see you, (Y/N). You look wonderful this evening.”

Her cheeks warmed at the compliment and she smiled, giving his hand a firm shake. “It’s good to see you too, Mister Wayne, you don’t look too bad yourself. Thank you for inviting us to the gala.” The others shook his hand, and she turned to her parents. “Hey mom, dad.”

Lois walked around her and squealed, “You look so beautiful!”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks warm as the others smiled in her direction. “Mom…chill out, you’re embarrassing me.” She merely laughed but stepped back over to Clark’s side and (Y/N) looked around. “Bart have you—and he’s already at the buffet table.” Snickers sounded behind her and she sighed. “I’m going to make sure that the bottomless pit doesn’t devour all your food before your guests can eat, Mister Wayne.”

They watched her walk off and when she got over to the table Bart was standing in front of, she saw him shoving food in his mouth. “Oh my god…Bart, what are you doing?”

He turned to her, and swallowed, a sheepish smile crossing his face. “I haven’t eaten anything today,” he licked his thumb clean. “I’m hungry.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and sighed. “Just try not to eat your fingers, would you?”

He snorted and pointed to an appetizer. “You should try the pigs-in-a-blanket. They’ve got this sauce on top that’s just—.”

A low voice cut him off. “They have pigs-in-a-blanket! What!” They turned to see a young man a couple years older than them reaching over. “The old man’s never had something this plain at a gala.” He popped one in his mouth, then turned to them. “You’re Timberly’s friends, right?”

They nodded and (Y/N) gazed, something about him tugging at her mind. “I know you from somewhere.” She stared into his teal eyes and suddenly she remembered where she knew him from; she’d never forget those teal eyes and how angry they’d been. “You’re Jason Todd, aren’t you? Bruce’s second son.”

He grinned. “That’s me. Have you and I met before? I have to agree with you, because you look really familiar.”

(Y/N) glared at him and crossed her arms, spitting. “We met in the Hall of Fallen Titans three years ago.”

Jason’s eyes briefly widened, before they narrowed in amusement. “You’re the one who threw me out the third story window after I kicked Timber’s ass.” He chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about all that, doll. Timmy and I are good now. You can ask the speedster about it.”

She continued to glower at him until Bart leaned over, propping his chin on her shoulder. “He’s telling the truth, (Y/N). Tim told me a while back that he and Jason are brothers now.”

Jason nodded and she finally stopped glaring at him. “Just so you know Jason, I can still throw people out windows.”

He smiled and held out a hand, watching her place hers in it; he brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, doll.”

Bart poked her side and grinned. “I’m gonna go see Tim and Conner. I’ll leave you two alone.”

He wandered off and (Y/N) pulled her hand back. “So, why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Jason chuckled. “Oh, I was. I got better. We just made up a story about me getting lost, yadda yadda yadda, I’m not important.” He propped his elbow on the wall above her and grinned. “But what is important, is how pretty you look in your dress.”

(Y/N) cocked a brow. “Is that supposed to flatter me?”

“Is it not?”

“It could be a little better.”

He laughed and she found herself smiling along with him. He nodded towards the balcony. “Wanna get some air?”

She nodded, and they walked out into the night. (Y/N) gazed up at the stars and sighed in wonder. “There’s billions of them out there…I’ve never tried to leave earth and go search for them on my own.”

Jason leaned on the railing and gazed at her. “How come?”

(Y/N) shrugged, leaning against the railing too. “Dad’s full Kryptonian…me and Jon are, to use a less than favorable term, half-breeds.” She paused. “I’m not sure if I would survive like dad does out in space.”

“Won’t know ‘til you try.”

She huffed a laugh and looked at him. “If I’m wrong, I might die.”

“And if you try and you’re right, you won’t be dead.”

She shook her head at him, a smile playing at her lips. “You’ve got answers to everything, don’t you, Jason?”

He grinned at her. “I find that being sharp and witty helps with the crowds, doll.” The music sounded from inside the ballroom, and he stepped back, offering her a hand. “May I have this dance?”

(Y/N) rested her hand in his, feeling him pull her close, his other hand resting on her lower back; it was warm against her open skin and she cleared her throat. “I should warn you, I can’t dance to save my life.”

A cocky smirk crossed his lips and he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “I can take the lead, doll…all you have to do is give it to me.”

“Your flirtations need work too.”

Jason chuckled in her ear, making her shiver as he pulled back. “I don’t think they do.”

“Arrogance isn’t attractive, Jason.”

“Mhm.”

“It isn’t.”

“I heard you the first time, doll.” As they swayed to the music, he asked, “So, how’d you and Nerd-bird become friends?”

“We met through Conner.”

“The clone?”

“My brother.”

“Sorry.”

“He introduced the two of us, and we’ve been friends ever since.”

“Only friends? Nothing more?”

It was (Y/N)’s turn to smirk and she looked at him. “Are you asking because you want to know if there’s competition?”

He stopped moving and they stood still, her in his arms. “Just want to know if there’s anyone between me and first place.”

She huffed a laugh. “God, you’re something else.” Her eyes found his and she asked, “Do you want to get out of here?”

Jason nodded and stepped back, holding out his hand. “Where do you want to go?”

(Y/N) smirked and stepped forward, closing the distance he’d created, and wrapped an arm around his waist. His teal eyes widened, and she looked back at the party; no one noticed them, and she turned back to face him, “Up, up, and away.” They flew upwards, and she felt him latch onto her. “Why are you acting like I’m going to drop you, Jason?”

He made a waring noise in his throat. “I have a friend who’s an Amazon, and she is…very fond of throwing and dropping me.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Sounds like we’d get along spectacularly. She likes dropping you…I like throwing you out of windows…”

“That was one time. And you caught me when I was off-guard.”

“Uh huh, sure. You got your ass kicked by a sixteen-year-old and I think you’re just bitter.”

He grumbled at her. “Rub it in, why don’t you, doll.” She laughed and lowered them down; their feet hit the roof and he looked at it. “Wayne Enterprises? Why?”

She shrugged. “Cool tower…nice view.” She took a seat on the ledge, listening to him sit beside her.

He leaned over. “Almost romantic…don’t you think?”

(Y/N) eyed him, seeing a goofy smile on his face; she snorted, shoving him lightly. “You’re cheesy.”

“So I’ve been told.”

She glanced back at the water. “You know if this goes anywhere, my dad and your dad aren’t going to be happy.”

Jason snorted, nonchalantly replying, “Doll, there’s a few things I’m afraid of in life. Superman and Batman…are not those things.”

“Is that arrogance or confidence I hear coming through?”

He shrugged. “Probably a bit of both.”

(Y/N) smiled, then she felt his hand rest on hers, letting him link their fingers; she turned her face to him. “Is this the part where you tell me I’m beautiful and ask to kiss me?”

Jason grinned. “No, this is actually the part where I tell you you’re drop dead gorgeous…can I kiss you?”

She giggled, leaning in, and just before his lips brushed hers, she whispered, “You know I can kick your ass, right?”

He groaned. “Should I mention that strong women really do wonders to me?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and brought her free hand up, curling in his shirt. “Shut up and kiss me, Jason.”

“With pleasure.” His lips met hers, and she felt him bring his hand up, cupping her cheek. She pulled back ever-so-slightly, but he chased her, pressing his lips to hers again. He let go of her hand and brought his other hand up. He lowered her down until (Y/N)’s back was flat against the ledge; the chill from the stone made her arch her back off it, and press into his chest.

Jason pulled away slightly and smirked at her. “Cold?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “If you want to keep making out, jokes aren’t going to do the job.” He snorted at her and leaned forward again, intent on kissing her senseless when someone cleared their throat, startling them.

They sat up quick as lightning, turning in the direction of the sound. “I wondered where my daughter had flown off to.”

“Oh my god,” she hissed and covered her face with her hands. “Dad. C’mon…seriously?” Clark stepped onto the ledge and walked towards them.

Jason leaned down, whispering, “Is he going to throw me off the ledge?”

This made her giggle despite trying not to and she shoved him. “Shut up, Jason.”

He grinned at her and rose from his position, standing in front of her father. “Mister Kent.”

“That’s my daughter.”

“Oh, I know it is. I still remember how she threw me out of a building a few years ago. I get teary thinking about it.”

The corner of Clarks mouth rose, but then dipped back down, and (Y/N) stood up. “Dad, I’m nineteen. This whole, ‘daddy’s little girl can’t date’ bit, is getting old.” A hurt look crossed his face and she stepped forward, taking his hand. “To you, I’ll always be your little girl, dad. But sooner or later you’ve gotta come to grips with me dating and having…mature relationships.”

Clark held her gaze, then glanced at Jason who grinned and gave a thumbs up. “Does it have to be one of his kids? I mean if it’s going to be, I like Tim.”

“Ew, gross. Tim’s my best friend.”

“What about Dick?”

“Nice butt, but he and Kori are dating.” She paused and smiled at him. “The only one left is Jason, dad.”

Clark eyed Jason once more, then Jason offered, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m slightly afraid of your daughter.”

He sighed. “Thank you, Jason. I can tell.” Turning to her, he cupped her cheek. “It feels like yesterday I was bringing you home for the first time.”

“Dad…stop…we don’t need sentimentality right now.”

Clark hummed and smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead; he turned to Jason and leveled him with a hard look. “I don’t think I need to warn you about what happens if you make her sad.”

Jason gave him a mock salute. “Chances are I’ll be in ICU after I was thrown out a building.”

“Oh my god. Let that go.”

They laughed, and Clark rose from the rooftop. “I’ll need to get back to the party. Don’t do anything crazy.”

They waved him off and (Y/N) turned to Jason. “Do you want to get something to eat?”

He nodded. “There’s a pizza shop down the block from here.”

“Sounds great.” (Y/N) rose a few feet off the roof when she heard a cough behind her.

She spun around and looked down at Jason. “Doll…I don’t know if you know this…but I can’t fly.”

“Whoops. My bad.” She lowered back onto the rooftop and held out her arm.

He walked into it and wrapped an arm around her waist, then tipped his head to her. “Up, up, and away.”

(Y/N) snorted as she rose. “You’re still cheesy, Jason.”

The grip on her waist tightened as he murmured, “I know.”

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Hi val! Got a request, it's okay if you don't wanna write it, but can you write about peter telling the reader he's going on a huge mission and he's excited about it but the reader is so worried they end up arguing? But when peter gets back from mission all bruised, the reader is still upset but dresses his wound anyway and it ends up with fluff??

abort mission

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, and angst

a/n: woah woah woah i ended up writing way more than i expected but i loved this request so much :,) i hope you do too

“we’re staying in this, like, super fancy castle while we’re there. it’s gonna be awesome,” peter rambles to you. he takes all the clean shirts in his drawer and throws them into a suitcase.

he’s packing for a mission in europe with the avengers, and you’re here to say goodbye. you’ve been pretty quiet while peter gives you as many details as he’s allowed to. it’s always an honor when the team invites him on. he gets so stoked about it. you’re happy he’s happy and gets to pursue his passion, but you’ve noticed a pattern.

every time peter leaves the country with earth’s mightiest heroes, he comes back in worse condition than the last. it seems like they protect everyone except peter. he’s oblivious to the fact that the end result is always his suffering. he’s just glad to be there. really, he gets nothing in return except scars that never heal, not even a permanent spot on the team.

so, you’re not thrilled he agreed to go.

“plus, i get to miss two weeks of school.” peter beams, getting onto his knees to zip the suitcase. “feels like a vacation almost.” “you like school, though,” you remind him. you’re sat at the edge of his bed while you watch, rather than help. he hops up again with a shrug. “i like vacations more.” “it’s not a vacation,” you mutter to yourself, then speak up.

“how are you gonna catch up? that’s a lot of missing assignments.” with that same innocent smile, peter walks over to you. he grabs both your hands and laces your fingers together. “i’m a fast learner. besides, ned said he’d help me.” you sigh, looking down at the floor so you don’t have to look at peter. “or, you could. make it into a little study date when i get back,” he suggests while playing with your fingers.

“i don’t even want you to go,” you finally admit and meet his sparkling eyes. nothing could ever dull them. “why not? you’re gonna miss me?” peter teases, pressing a couple of kisses to your palm. “you don’t have to. i’m pretty sure france has wifi.” he wiggles his eyebrows. “oui oui, mademoiselle, eh?” despite yourself, you giggle at his french accent and tug on his hands. he sits down next to you with a chuckle.

“nat has been giving me lessons,” peter explains, you quirking an eyebrow. “she speaks french?” “she speaks a lot of languages, actually. she’s so cool.” peter scoots closer to you and sets his hands on your waist, his voice dropping. “you’d love her.” your face twists up in confusion at the idea.

you don’t have anything against the avengers, obviously. they’re good people. you’re just not the biggest fan of them at the moment, considering the circumstances they’ve put peter under.

“peter, i don’t want you to go,” you repeat more seriously than before. your teeth sink into your lower lip. “and, it’s not because i’ll miss you.” “none taken,” peter jokes, implying there should’ve been a no offense. he then realizes how distressed you look, so he cuts it out. “sorry, sorry. i’m done now. how come?”

you take his hand again and hold it tight. “what if you get hurt?” you ask in the nicest way possible, out of care. “i don’t wanna see you hurting, pete. this mission sounds really... dangerous.” he runs his thumb over the back of your hand, his grin faltering a bit. “it is, but i’m ready for it. i’ll be fine.”

you’re not convinced yet. that line he likes to overuse isn’t enough to do the trick.

his eyes searching for yours, peter brushes a piece of your hair back. “have a little faith in me, babe.” “no, i... i do. i have the most faith in you, peter.” you find yourself frowning as he twirls your locks around his finger. “that’s not the problem.” peter’s voice becomes a whisper. “what is it, then? talk to me.”

you do the opposite because you’re afraid you’ll upset him further, which is the last thing he needs right now. your silence prompts peter to fill it. “would it make you feel better if i say mr. stark is keeping an eye on me?” he’s smiling sheepishly, you scoffing. “oh, like he kept an eye on you in amsterdam?”

the only eye related activity that happened there was peter almost losing one of his. he’d come back with an eyepatch and couldn’t see out of it for over a month. to this day, there’s still a bit of blood in it when you look close enough.

“i already told you, that was my fault,” peter grumbles, turning so he faces forward. “i didn’t listen to him-“ “who gives a shit? he’s the one who put you in that situation!” you blurt out. you’ve been way too patient this whole time, and now you’re reaching your breaking point. “you say that like i didn’t wanna be there.” peter clenches his jaw, still mostly calm.

“either way, mr. stark,” you mock what peter always calls him, “was supposed to keep you safe, and he didn’t. i’m scared it’s gonna happen again.” letting out a noise close to a growl, peter stands up from the bed. “you’re not listening to me, y/n. everything was fine. i just-“ you’re not in the mood to hear him make excuses, so you interrupt.

“do you know any other sixteen year olds who fight literal terrorists on their free time?” you rhetorically ask and get to your own feet. peter tries to walk away from you, only you follow him. “you’re a kid, peter, in case you forgot.” he spins around to give you a nasty look. “do you know any other sixteen year olds who stick to fucking walls?”

your heart starts to race from his sudden outburst. he’s scary when he’s mad, and he almost never gets mad at you. all you can do is blink dumbly. “didn’t think so,” peter spits. “this is what i’m supposed to do, help people. is that so wrong?” his breathing becomes ragged as his anger grows.

“what about you? are you helping yourself?” you speak softly, expecting an answer this time. “you’re not my fucking therapist, y/n,” he deflects the question. “i am your girlfriend, though. i care about you so much, you know that.” eyebrows furrowed in concern, you reach out for peter. he takes a step back. it doesn’t take long for tears to cloud your vision.

“i was excited to share this with you, and i thought you’d be happy for me.” peter balls his hands into fists at his sides. his voice stays low. “instead, you made it all about yourself. you can never let me enjoy team stuff.” you’re speechless, peter nodding as he lets his words sit. “thanks for the support.”

“you’re an asshole,” you laugh out bitterly and wipe under your eyes.

he didn’t mean to make you cry. he was so caught up in himself, he didn’t realize you were.

peter’s whole demeanor changes. “y/n, baby...” he attempts to put a hand on your cheek, but you hit it away. “get off of me. what did i just say?” you sniffle, your tone harsh in contrast. “you’re an asshole, peter.” he changes his mind about feeling bad. you’ve berated him way more than he did you, anyway.

“you should go. i have to be up early,” peter decides, even though he’d said you could stay the night. whatever, you don’t want to anymore. “fine,” you agree shortly. “i’m leaving.” he stands there while you collect your things, shoving them into your bag. you’re going slow enough so he has a chance to stop you. he doesn’t.

you pass by him on your way to his door, sucking in a breath. here’s your official goodbye. “see you later, peter. don’t die.” “mhm, i won’t,” he replies, his tongue poking at his cheek. with one more shared look between you two, you make your grand exit, no doubt informing may of her nephew’s behavior before you’re gone.

peter immediately regrets the way he talked to you, and that you’re leaving things like this. you were only trying to protect him. you’ll never be able to save the city like he does, so this is how you do it. he truly is an asshole for not seeing that.

frustration consuming him, peter kicks over his fully stuffed suitcase, its contents spilling out. he grits his teeth.

“fan-fucking-tastic.”

you don’t talk to peter the whole two weeks he’s gone except for some are you alive and yes texts. he’d called you quite a few times, and was sent to voicemail for all of them. he gave you the benefit of the doubt because of timezones.

it was actually because you declined, which peter knew deep down was the real reason.

he’s coming home from his mission today. you’re not sure when or if he plans on dropping by. you’re not sure you’d like him to, either. you don’t really get a choice in the end.

there’s a series of knocks at your window, at some ungodly time in the night. you’re all too familiar with this routine. it’s peter.

you slip out from under your covers, a scowl already painting your face as you go to the window. surely enough, peter is perched in front of it, clad in red and black. the suit must be new because you’ve never seen it. you push up the window and step aside so he can get through.

“thanks,” peter mumbles, climbing into your room less gracefully than usual. he’s sort of wobbly when he lands. “yeah,” you dully acknowledge. “how was france?” “uh, good. you know, lots of cheese and all that.” his voice is muffled from his mask, since he hasn’t taken it off yet. that’s odd. “i was talking about the mission, but cool,” you almost laugh back.

“the mission was... fine,” peter clarifies and scratches the back of his neck. he never describes something as simply being ‘fine.’ when the boy talks, he lectures. you’re starting to get worried. “that’s good. at least you didn’t die, right?” you say to lighten the mood. peter awkwardly chuckles. “haha, yeah. thank god for that.”

you hum and walk over to sit on your bed, peter staying where he is. “what time did you get back?” you wonder, a completely harmless question. “um, this morning,” he says in response, raising your suspicions. “why’re you still in the suit, then?” you squint at him. “i like it, by the way.” “thanks, y/n/n. i, uh,” peter trails off, no good explanations coming to mind.

you’re quickly developing a hunch for what what down. you wordlessly get up again, meeting peter by your window. he’s nervous to see what happens next. peter’s shoulders slump when your fingers land on his mask. you carefully lift it, revealing his face to you. his banged up, bloody face.

“surprise.” peter musters up a grin, you tossing the mask at his chest. you’re beyond angry now. it’s not at him, athough it is at his injuries. “please don’t be mad,” he nearly begs, you shaking your head. you go to leave your room for some space. peter’s fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you back. “i should’ve listened to you, okay? i’m sorry,” he genuinely apologizes.

you still don’t say anything while you look over his beaten body. there’s a gash with stitches in it on his chin, a deep slice across the bridge of his nose, cuts littering his cheeks. he’s even got a busted lip for good measure. this might be the worst condition he’s let you see him in.

“you were right, y/n. i think... i think i’m gonna sit the next one out. it’s too much for me, clearly,” peter continues, fingers sliding down to lock with yours. “you should say you told me so.” “how... how did this happen?” you manage to get out instead. “the bad guy fought me,” he says with the hint of a smirk. “i won, though.”

it’s a relief that he’s handling this so well, even earning a laugh from you. that puts you more at ease.

“this is probably a dumb question, but are you okay?” you brush your thumb over peter’s cheekbone gently, avoiding his scratches. “not really. my face hurts a lot, and flash is gonna tease the hell out of me on monday.” his lips form a line, arms looping around your waist. it’s very much welcomed by you.

“you just spent two weeks trying not to die, and you’re worried about flash?” you snicker and draw a heart on his skin. peter shrugs a shoulder. “he’s so mean to me.” he brings you in closer to him. “besides, this is the normal kid stuff i should be focusing on.” you’re glad he finally came to terms with that. you’ve been saying it for the longest time.

you smile wickedly at him. “exactly. so is all that homework you have to make up.” peter lets out a breathy laugh, you laying your head on his chest. “i missed you,” he tells you quietly. “really wish i could kiss you right now.” “i missed you too, pete. so much,” you murmur into him. your hands settle on his biceps. “and, i forgive you.” “thanks, baby,” peter exhales.

“of course. once your lips are healed,” you pull back from his chest, making a kissing noise. “pucker up, lover- oh my god.” you’re looking up at him with wild eyes. peter gets reasonably startled from it. “what? what’s wrong?” “you... you’re bleeding!” you point at his stitches. he winces, touching the spot. there’s blood, alright.

“crap. do you have a bandaid or something?” peter gives you an apologetic smile. “mr. stark said i should cover them when this happens.” maybe, tony isn’t so bad after all. you nod and take him by his hand. “yeah, in the bathroom. come with me.”

peter sits on the edge of your bathtub while you patch up his chin. he tells you more about the fun parts of his mission, you placing the cinderella bandaid over his gash. you have those from a while ago and also regular ones. however, he preferred the princess design.

“you saw the real mona lisa? like, in person? that’s insane.” you grin, smoothing down peter’s bandaid one last time. “yeah, she’s even prettier up close.” peter returns the smile. “thanks for taking care of me, y/n. i swear i don’t deserve you sometimes.” now pouting at him, you crouch down so you’re at his level. “it’s the other way around, peter.”

“let’s just agree to disagree,” he concludes and tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “i love you, okay?” “i love you, too.” you press a light kiss to his bandaid, getting a giggle from peter.

yeah, it’s going to be hell finding replacements for his lips.

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