#then again i guess it was the sight of those same cars in anothers child hands... child hands that werent mine

[nie7027]

Ugh I really carry so much trauma...

[gorgeousklaystels]

We never go out of style (‘Cause baby you’re perfect)

The boys got off the stage. Paying gratitude, smiling faces and all. They were happy. It was a night that deserved to be celebrated.

Not for Harry though. 

Not what he felt like at least. Because, he couldn’t even be wholeheartedly glad about their achievements tonight. And the reason for that was glaring at him, right in the front row of the seats. 

God, why did she have to be right at the bloody front? 

It was like he was being mocked. 

“Hey, Harry. You alright, mate?” Louis put a hand on his shoulder as support. Concern in his voice, as they were finally out of the stage cameras’ line of sight and in the audience. 

“Oh yeah. ‘M fine. It’s just… been a long night.” Harry muttered. Truth be told, it sort of had been. Especially, when he spotted a certain someone getting all cozy with a certain someone else. 

“I know, I know. But listen, we still have that afterparty to attend so, maybe, hang on there for a moment, yeah?” He reassured him.

“Yeah. I guess I could do that.” I can’t. 

—

To be completely honest, he had every intention to bail on the guys at the last moment because he didn’t think he could survive another few hours of the madness that was Taylor and Calvin and their constant PDA. 

He groaned. But somehow, he still ended up here. Because, Niall, just about convinced him. 

“Ugh, do we have to? Go, I mean.” Harry asked, practically whining.

“Harreh, stop behaving like a child and get your arse in there.” Louis bossed him. Getting out of the car. 

“Yeah, Haz. Besides, I’m sure you’ll be fine. It’s only a matter of a few hours. There’s music, there’s alcohol. There’s even a photobooth.” Niall added. That last bit was only half a joke. He knew how much Harry loved goofy pictures with quirky props.

Finally, he decided to give in. 

“Argh, alright, fine, fine. But just for a few hours, yeah?” There’s only so much I can handle. He got out of the car. Pressing down on his jeans and shirt.  

They eventually made their way inside and were immediately hit with the scent of alcohol, the buzz of loud music and the chatter of people.

“It’s an afterparty, alright.” Louis sarcastically said, overlooking the scene.

“Let’s get this over with.” Harry frustratingly muttered as he made his way further in. 

The atmosphere was in full swing and everyone seemed to be having a grand time. Glasses were clanked, conversations were made…

Much like Calvin’s hand did to Taylor’s waist every now and then. Pulling her to him. 

God, why did he agree to this again? Did he seriously enjoy being tortured at the hands of his ex? 

Who looked especially mesmerizing today. 

Who was also here with her now boyfriend. 

Harry groaned, walking to a nearby bar that was there in the hotel space they’d booked. 

They. As in, Ed and Taylor. And he couldn’t help but feel bitter about how close Ed was to Taylor. He just… he felt betrayed. As dramatic as that sounded. 

But every time he saw those two being all buddy-buddy, he realized he couldn’t be a part of that. Not in the same way at least. 

Him and Taylor were friends now, sure. But it just… wouldn’t compare to having her like that. 

“You look downright horrible, mate.” Speak of the devil. Ed Sheeran speaks up, walking up to him. 

“Thanks.” Harry mumbled sarcastically, in a drunken haze, scratching the side of his forehead.

“I take it you’re not particularly thrilled to be here.” Ed said, putting his elbows on the bar counters, looking at the boy before him. 

“How do you mean, Eddie? I’m absolutely delighted to be here. I’ve got drinks, my best mates who’ve gone off God knows where because they’re just that considerate, and a front row seat to watching my ex making it very clear on how happy she is with someone else and doesn’t want shit to do with me—”

“Hey, listen, listen, Harry, I— I know it’s… it’s not especially easy having to see—”

“Especially easy?! Yeah, you can say that again,” After which, he took a shot from his glass.

Ed wanted to interject and tell his best friend to slow down but he gathered he was better off not doing that. Harry usually barely got mad, so when he wasn’t in the right state of mind and jealous… he’d give him his space. 

“But, anyway, she looks happy, and I want to be the last person to get in the way of that. I’ll… always want the best for her.” 

“Yeah, um, right. You’re right. I’m… glad.” The redhead managed to say.

Harry looked at him with a puzzled expression. He knew his best friend too well to not know when he was trying to say something but couldn’t. 

“What… what is it?” Harry looked at him, confused but with intent.

“It’s just… in all my years of friendship with Taylor, Harry, the happiest I’ve seen her is when she’s with you. Not Calvin, not Connor, you.” Ed said, not letting himself hold back.

Harry scoffs. “Yeah, right. It’s too late, anyway, there’s no point. She doesn’t care for me anymore.” 

“Maybe it is but… she does care for you, mate.” Ed stated, leaning in closer.

“Really, Ed? Does she? She acts like we don’t know each other. Like… like I don’t mean anything to her. Like I never did.” He looks down at his shot-glass aimlessly.

“That’s not what she’s—” Ed was cut off.

“‘M going to go to the loo. I guess I’ll see you around.” Harry said abruptly, getting up from his seat. 

He honestly did not need any more lectures from Ed. Nor did he need himself filling fantasies in his brain of him and Taylor having any sort of chance again. 

He must’ve been deep into his thoughts because all of a sudden, Louis was standing in front of him, gripping his shoulders.

“You alright, Hazza? Hey, come on, let’s get you to loosen a bit on the dance floor. You need it. Plus, the music is bloody amazing.” 

“Oh, now I see you. Jee, thanks a lot, Lou, for leaving me to fend for myself and when I do, your timing is impeccable.” His best friend says, letting himself be dragged to the dance floor. 

“Aww, did poor Harry bear miss his best mates? Oi, don’t worry, we’re right here for you, okay? Whatever you need.” The blue eyed boy said, wrapping his arm around Harry’s shoulders, eventually messing his hair up and letting him go.

“Thanks, Lou. Means a lot.” He smiled, lightly. Then suddenly, his eyes wandered and he saw her. Across the dance floor looking oh so beautiful in her white outfit was a cheery Taylor. 

She looked happy. And so beautiful. 

“You’re gonna catch flies, H, if you keep staring like that with an open mouth.” Louis came by his best friend to tease knowingly.

“Shut up.” Harry said, a smile coming onto his face. 

“And look who’s coming over this way…” Louis stated, looking over at Taylor. 

“Fuck.” Harry muttered. 

“Alright, alright, get your shit together, Harry, and stay calm.” Louis advised in a low voice.

Quickly, Harry tried to fix his hair or something.

God, why did she always make him so nervous?

“Hey, you guys! Enjoying yourselves so far?” Taylor exclaimed, coming over to the two boys, smiling at them. 

“Yes! Absolutely. You’ve got quite the party set up here, haha.” Louis said, urgently. Clearly, Harry was in no mood to make conversation. 

“Thank you! I tried. Do you guys need anything? Because I’ve—”

“Mind telling me where the bathroom is?” Harry piped in, dryly. 

“Uh, yeah, sure. It’s right across there, actually. In fact, why don’t I just take you, I was planning on getting out for a bit anyway.” She said, cutting through the crowd to take Harry. 

“You can’t be serious.” Harry mumbled to himself.

“Jesus, Harry, stop behaving like a damn child. Here me out, I’m more annoyed with her about what she did to you than you are, but she’s being nice, mate. So, play along for the time being and then we can leave, cool?” Louis lectured, again, in a bit of a rush. 

“God, fine. Leave it up to me to play ‘along’.” He replied, irritated and eventually walking ahead. 

“You comin’, Harry?” Taylor said, from a distance. 

“Right behind you, Taylor.” He told her, cracking a short smile. 

“Is… everything okay? Are you feeling alright, or—” She asked, concerned. 

“I’m fine, Tay. You don’t have to worry about me.” Harry cut her off, wanting to minimize conversation because he just… couldn’t. 

“C’mon, don’t be like that. Of course I worry, Harry. I care about you. You’re my friend.” Taylor reassured him, walking beside him. 

Friend. 

God, he wanted to punch something. 

Harry had no idea what had gotten into him. He was not one to get extremely mad or jealous with or for anyone. He was a proper chill guy. And he was definitely not one to punch things or get physical. 

So imagine his surprise when he finds his fists clenched on the realization that the girl he loves is stupidly oblivious about his very present feelings for her. 

“Mm. I’m truly touched.” He managed to say. 

His reply caught Taylor a little off guard. What did that mean? Was he being sarcastic? Did she catch a hint of irritation and strain in his voice? She knew Harry and she knew when he was holding back or being elusive. 

“Are we… Are we good?” Taylor speaks up, not sure how to navigate this conversation.

“Peachy.” Harry states, not looking at her and making a cut to the bathroom. 

“I’m serious, Harry. If you’re—” She says, following after him.

“We’re fine, Taylor, alright? Thanks for the help, but you should go now. Your friends and your boyfriend are probably waiting for you.” He says, icily, stepping in front of her to go in. 

“What does that even mean? Why are you acting like this?” Taylor pushes, confused.

“Why am I acting like this? You’re not seriously asking me that right now?” Harry cuts in, abruptly turning towards her. 

“Yeah, Harry, I am. What is the matter with you?” She challenges, coming dangerously close to him. 

“Nothing. Just tired, I guess.” He shrugged, trying to go back inside but she held him back by the wrist.

“Stop pushing me away. If you have something to say to me, say it.” Taylor said, a little softly this time. 

Harry sighed. Part of him wanted to confront her. Bad. To ask her what the reason was. Why did she push him away? But then his practical side decided that would be extremely stupid. And emotionally draining.

“No. No, I have nothing to say.” With that, he left the conversation.

Taylor, frustrated, made her way back into the party. 

God, he’s so irritating! 

She stopped for a second and tried to calm herself. 

He still knew how to get on her nerves (even if he wasn’t, intentionally). Which buttons to push. 

This was ridiculous, she was at an afterparty after a successful awards night, with her friends and… and her boyfriend. Her date. She deserved to have fun and not be annoyed by an ex who couldn’t work out what he wanted. 

But it was Harry. 

Not thinking any further, she went back in, trying to keep her composure.

—

Harry went back into the party shortly after. Trying to sneak past any of Taylor’s friends, so as to not get weird side eyes, which he was sure he would be subjected to. 

“And then he ripped me off! For a bourbon, for God’s sake.” He heard a high-pitched voice say in an Irish accent. 

He made his way over to the bar and sure enough, there he was. Niall bloody Horan. 

“Harry! There you are!” Niall exclaimed. 

“If it isn’t my jolly ol’ pal, Niall Horan!” Harry retorted, dryly. 

“Well, you don’t seem to be in very high spirits.” Niall replied, confused. 

“Thanks, I’ve been getting that a lot tonight.” He went on to say, running a hand through his hair.

Niall stood up to have a bit of a more intimate conversation with his fellow band member.

“And I’m guessing this has to do with a certain blondie in the gathering today?” Niall sarcastically asked.

“Mm. I’m just tired, alright? You think there’s any chance I could take a cab and head back?” Harry deflected.

“Now? But we’re just about to take pictures in the photo-booth!” He pointed to the photobooth, surprised by Harry’s statement.

“I don’t think it’s a—”

“Oh cut the crap, Harry. You really need to stop being such a killjoy. Louis, Ed, guys, come here!” Niall gestured for all the boys to come their way. 

Brilliant. 

All of them turned their heads. They looked toward Niall and Harry and quickly made their way toward them. 

Harry could tell from a distance that Ed was gesturing for Taylor to join them. 

Good God. 

Once they had come over, Calvin included, much to Harry’s dismay, Harry gave Niall a look, with which Niall responded with a sympathetic one. 

“Alright! How about we all have some drinks from the bar together and then we can catch some pictures!” Niall announced. 

“What are you doing? Exactly?” He asked, annoyed. 

“Relax, lad, I’m telling you, this is exactly what you need.” Niall said, patting his shoulder. 

Harry gave him an irritated stare before going over to Louis. 

“Heyya, Harry!” Louis said, grabbing a glass of vodka from the bar. 

“Hi.” His best friend replied, sitting beside him. 

“So, how’d it go with… Taylor?” He inquired, looking over at the girl who seemed to be doing fine. 

“It was… okay. I mean, she could sense that I wasn’t… I wasn’t completely fine with her but it’s kind of surprising that she’s acting like this. I mean, did she just conveniently forget what she pulled with me — with our relationship? Just because we’d agreed to be friends through the whole fiasco, doesn’t mean she should expect me to be happy about it.” Harry ranted, in a low voice. 

“Well, did you ask her?”

“Uh, no. I didn’t. I didn’t really get into it, even though she was insisting I tell her, but honestly she should know. Like she has no idea that she cut me off so she and her DJ boy over there  don’t have to deal with this.” He continued, looking down, then pointing at his back towards them.

“Come on, Harry. I think you really should talk. It’s about time. I mean, the entire reason you’re in this mess is because you refused to communicate. Don’t make the same mistake again and lose the friendship.” Louis made him understand. 

“Yeah, mate, but shouldn’t she be making the amends? She’s the one that stopped talking and now she’s the one acting oblivious? How’s that fair?” He reasoned. 

“I’ll have a Diet Coke and Vodka, if that’s okay? Thank you.” Remarked a voice from the back. 

Harry turned around and sure enough there she was. 

“Taylor.” He said, in a state of confusion.

“Harry.” She stated, smiling. 

“How um, how long have you been standing there, exactly?” Harry asked, hesitantly. 

“Not long. Just wanted to get a drink.” 

“Right.” 

Neither of them said anything for a moment. A beat passed and then Taylor spoke up.

“Hey, listen, Harry, I wanted to… well I thought that we should, you know, talk things thr—” 

“HARRY!” A celebrity exclaimed, walking over. 

“Oh, hey!” He greeted her.

Taylor looked up and saw.

Kendall Jenner. 

Who was making her way closer here. 

“Hi! How’s the party?” She inquired.

“‘S good. Having a good time, I guess.” 

Taylor got frustrated. Of course, right when I was about to make conversation with him.

“Hey, Taylor!” Kendall greeted, with a smile.

Harry turned his neck to look at her when he heard no response and when he did, she looked lost in thought. 

Dazed almost.

“Tay?” He softly asked, tapping her with his finger. 

“Hm, yeah? Oh, oh yeah! Uh, hi! Hi, Ken! Sorry, I just… lost myself for a second there.” Taylor went on, registering the greeting sweetly. 

“You good?” Harry asked, concerned. He wasn’t exactly jumping at the opportunity to talk to Taylor right now because of… well, you know. But he couldn’t stop himself from being worried about her. 

“Ha, yeah, of course! Like I said, just got a little … lost in thought. But I’m fine. Good. Great, even. Um. Yeah, listen, you two chat, I’ll just… be there, having a drink.” She pointed at her back, awkwardly chuckling.

With Calvin. Harry bitterly finished for her.  

“Alright, bye!” Kendall replied, amusingly. 

Growing more annoyed by the minute, she went over to the other side again, not wanting to third wheel this clearly very animated conversation Harry seemed to be having with Kendall Jenner in the first minute, than he’d had with her the entire time they were there. 

She had nothing against Kendall, she truly liked her. Well, as much as she could. She’d made her part of the so-called “Taylor Swift squad” and all that. 

But there were moments… moments like these when she plain annoyed her with her antics and especially right now when she was reminded that oh, yeah, they dated the same guy. 

—

“How’ve you been? Didn’t see you earlier, did you come straight after the awards or?” Kendall asked. 

“Uh, yeah, more or less. Took a bit of a detour on the way, so, sort of came later.” He explained. 

—

Taylor glanced back to the other side of the bar. 

God, they were still talking. And he was smiling too. 

He hadn’t even cracked a semblance of a smile her way all night. That sweet, boyish, crooked smile. 

No. All the frowns were saved for her tonight. Put in her share. 

But get him talking to little Miss Kendall Jenner, his other ex girlfriend, he’s just a little ball of sunshine and carefree fucking joy. 

“Babe, are you okay?” Calvin asked, bringing her back from her thoughts.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s just… I think the drink is really taking its effect.” She chuckled, trying to come up with an excuse. 

Because, if she was honest, she wasn’t even sure what had gotten her so worked up in the span of minutes. 

Or maybe she did. She just wasn’t willing to admit it. 

“You’ve had two drinks, sweetheart.” He replied, smiling at her. 

“What can I say? I’m a lightweight.” 

—

“—No, we totally bought it! It was like a pretty big buck but… who cares, haha.” Kendall continued talking.

“No way! That’s so wicked!” Harry replied. 

“Right? You know…we could totally re-explore some of our previous photos on the boat again. Wasn’t it just so much fun last time?” She said, bringing her drink to her lips.

Harry stopped and stood there for a second. Instead he gave out a nervous chuckle and quickly began to say something so as to not make her feel bad. 

“Um, well, I am not—”

“Heyy, guys! You two seem to be in the party groove, hahaha. Having a… a good— time?” Taylor managed to say, a little bit tipsy, cutting Harry off.

“Are you… drunk?” He raised his eyebrow, concerned. 

“No… but I think I’m definitely going to get there if I have a few more drinks so, Mr Bartender could I please have a—” 

“—No.” Harry firmly said. 

“No?” Taylor looked back at him, an annoying expression on her face. 

“No, Tay, you’re already tipsy, and I don’t think— I don’t think you need anymore.” He finished. 

Kendall frowned slightly, weirded out by the conversation.

“And just why do you feel the need to think about what I need and come up and tell me that like you’re handing out some sort of demand? Besides, weren’t you giving me the cold shoulder tonight, anyway? I thought you didn’t care what I did.” She vented, looking at him. 

The music was loud and she had spoken in a medium tone so, it wasn’t totally a blowout. 

“Taylor, I—”

“—No, just forget it, Harry, okay? I’d hate to make this about me because clearly, you’re the one who’s mad at me here, but…” Taylor said, walking a little ways away from the party, Harry hot, on her trail. 

“But?” He asked, coming closer. 

“But—”

“—hey! Babe, where’d you go?” Calvin remarked, coming — from what Harry could tell — out of nowhere. 

“Oh! Hey, Adam. I was just… getting some air.” Taylor replied, leaning into him.

“Okay. Well, do you want to head back to the party or do you want to…” he pointed at Harry. 

“Ahh, no. By all means, don’t let me hold you back.” Harry held up his hands and watched them leave, affectionate, explicitly demonstrative demeanour and all. 

A/N: because it was requested, I thought i’d post it 🤭 this is in no way meant to be disrespectful to either harry or taylor. just a work of fiction. constructive feedback would be amazing ! ty <3

ps: part 2 or nah?

[jaeyleo]

could we perhaps get puppet pink interacting alone with someone from the outside world for the first time when pseudo takes him someplace?? if that makes any sense

yesss!!! this is when chase is pretty much completely puppet pink.

tws: food, brainwashing, captive whumpee. lmk if i should add more!

. . .

"Can you stay in the car for a while?"

Pink nods at his caretaker, holding close his bowl of frozen yogurt. It's a sweet spring day, with warmth and life slowly urging its way back into the world. Pink adores the sight of it.

"I can," he smiles. "H- how long will you be away?"

"Just a few minutes," Pseudo replies. "Can you be brave? Stay in the car?"

The puppet nods. "Yes, Pseudo."

"Good. I'll be right back."

And with that, the doors lock, and Pink is by himself.

He takes a moment to look at his surroundings. Bright tulips and tree blossoms reach for the sun, aching to split open and parade their pretty colors. He can see ladybugs and bees flying about, gnats twirling in the grass. Weeds spring up from the cement, and although most would find them ugly, Pink stops to admire those, too.

He takes a bite of frozen yogurt, gazing more upon the gardens that line the houses around. He isn't sure what neighborhood he's in, or whose house Pseudo just walked into. Whoever's inside isn't very happy to see him, and Pink wonders what words she spits out at him as he backs her away from the window.

He raises the spoon for another bite-

"Hello!"

Pink startles, almost dropping the bowl entirely. A clumsy show of snatching it to and from the air lands him with frozen yogurt dripping on his fingers, lucky to have that be his only spill.

He turns to the open window, only halfway rolled down to let in the air. There is a small child standing outside, with black hair and eyes dark as dirt. He wonders what flowers grow from her irises.

"H- hello," he finally responds, wiping the frozen treat away on his pants.

"What are you doing here?" she asks him. Her eyes wander his face, his hair, as his do the same to her.

"U- um, I'm waiting for Pseudo," he says. "He'll be back soon."

"Who is Pseudo?"

Curious child. Pink turns more towards her, resisting the seatbelts pressure to pull him back. "He's my- my best friend. Takes care of me, lots. Lots, lots, lots."

She smiles, stepping closer to the car. Once she peeks inside, she spots his frozen yogurt.

"What do you have?!"

The sudden holler makes him jump, but he settles quickly.

"I- ice cream. Ice cream."

"..... Can I have some?"

Tulips in her eyes. Ladybugs and bees and blossoms. Pink remembers little voices like hers, little hands like hers, curious eyes like hers. His heart aches.

"You can have all of it," Pink whispers, handing her the bowl. He feels an odd urge to protect her. Ruffle her hair. Tell her not to stand in the street.

The little girl bursts into a smile, bouncing up and down in her excitement. "Thank you!" she exclaims, and doesn't waste a moment to take a bite.

Pink smiles, smiles. "Do you li- like it?"

Nodding, she asks the next question.

"Why does Pseudo take care of you?"

"Oh, I... I'm not... I can't do it."

"What can't you do?"

"Well.... anything, anything.."

"Why?"

Pink has to wonder. Why can't he? He can't remember. Maybe that's why.

"I don't remember how," he says, deciding it's the easiest way to explain, as long as she doesn't ask anything else.

"Why not?"

Shoot.

"Um..... u- um.... I... I don't remember why."

"Why?"

Pink sees vines growing from her mouth. Proteas from her irises, ladybugs and bees and twirling gnats inside her mind. She asks so many questions he can't keep up.

"You sh- shouldn't stand in the street, kiddo," he tells her. The word feels familiar and foreign at the same time. Kiddo, kiddo, kiddo, who was kiddo before this little girl?

"Oh, I guess you're right.."

She opens her mouth to speak again, but is cut off by a woman across the street standing at the doorway.

"Mina!" she yells. "Who are you talking to??"

The little girl giggles, giggles and giggles and shoves the frozen yogurt back at Pink's clumsy hands.

"Bye sir!"

Pink sits up, grasping desperate at the window as she skips away. "B- bye, bye kiddo..."

He sits back into the seat as he watches the door close.

"Kiddo, kiddo, kiddo," he sings. His lip quivers, and a deep, horrible ache breaks into his chest. He misses someone, two someone's, whose voices remain hushed in his mind. Blurry faces and far away touches tap at the walls of his heart, a love ingrained so deep within him he couldn't escape it if he tried. He can't remember who they are. He can't remember who they are, he can't remember who they are. He loves them, he knows them, he misses them, but he can't remember who they are.

"Kiddo, kiddo," he chirps again, staring into the empty bowl for an answer.

[acommonloon]

After a two hour forty minute nut crusher of a flight, courtesy of Air Brussels, we arrived in Porto just after noon. We had a van pick us up at the airport and for some time the ride to our accommodation revealed nothing but the typical sprawl of a modern large city, that could have been anywhere.

Things began to look interesting once we began to glimpse the river valley that bisects Porto and even more so as we pulled up to our apartment on the south bank of the old city. I didn’t realize the river was blocked only by our building so my first glance out our living room window was surreal.

We dropped our bags and hurried around the corner finding ourselves in an Indiana Jones movie. A modern day version for sure with tourists and businesses catering to the same at every point. Cable cars traversed the river high over head, boats of every description as long as that description was purposed to convey tourists docked and sailed as far as we could see, while busses and tuck tucks sped along the brick streets on both banks.

We were soon sat with tall glass tankards of golden Super Bock in front of us as our table was loaded with food mostly from the nearby Atlantic. Charred octopus, fish soup, creamed cod, and grilled sea bass for those who treasure such bounty while beef cheeks and peppered pork saited the others. It started to rain steadily as we ate but finished as suddenly as it started by the time we finished our cappuccinos and Americanos.

One of our party, aged three, became unconscious after her spaghetti, as such people are wont to do so I carried her to the nearest tuck tuck and we negotiated a ride to the other side of the river to see the sights in the old town. What followed was one of the more memorable rides of my life. The vehicle sped up the twisty hilly roads as I hung desperately to the side bar with one hand and the sleeping child with the other. It was exhilarating and a little terrifying at once. A roller coaster in a 16th century setting. When we finally stopped, I handed her out to D so I could get out. I was shaking a little from adrenaline but D handed her right back and we pressed on.

We walked and I gawked as I carried the child all the time I was moaning internally at all the pictures I was seeing but not taking. At one point we slowed as we neared a prominent square with crowds of young people dressed in black. It sounded like a football match had let out punctuated by police sirens and massed chanting. At first I guessed it a protest in support of Palestinians but many of the participants had garlands of cans spray painted green wrapped around their necks so perhaps it was an environmental theme.

The kiddo finally awoke once her older sister successfully lobbied for gelato. I left the group immediately to backtrack, hoping to capture a few of the images I saw more delicious than desert. I rejoined the group and we wandered towards one of the sights I’d put on my must see list.

There’s a certain book store of renown in Porto, famous for its grandiose interior. Long lines form each day to go inside and see this unique wonder and suddenly there it was. Even better, the line was short, probably due to the rain and late season. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to leave the streets to go inside. D and our DIL went in with no wait at all but admitted afterwards the place was thronged with people snapping pictures and they felt rushed. I’ll post a few pics D took or I may sneak in myself on another day.

As we wandered back towards the river it began to rain again, hard. We zipped up our jackets and raised our hoods as we made our way down steep narrow streets, as much running streams now as streets and so narrow only a single car could fit. We finally found ourselves back at the river but by this time the sun had given up. Lights made the buildings glow as the rain turned to mist and the river was bejeweled.

While I still believe the Strasbourg Christmas market on a rainy night is the most beautiful city scape I’ve ever seen, I can’t say the Porto I’ve just seen is far behind. On the same trip I witnessed Strasbourg with D, she went on to Prague while I flew home. As we walked back to our hotel tonight , I asked her which she thought was more beautiful, Prague or Porto. She immediately said Prague but we’ve only had a few hours here in Porto.

It’s just after midnight here now. It started to rain again and we’re all tucked in after having kabobs and more Super Bock delivered to our hotel. Tomorrow we’ll have breakfast at 8:30 and we’ll see some more.

[roppongi-division]

There was only a few more hours until the end of Mireya Quinlan's birthday and said woman was sitting at her vanity, putting on her makeup after finishing putting on her outfit so that she, her darling husband, and precious son could go out for her birthday dinner.

The Japanese-Hispanic woman hummed a little tune before hearing a knock on the door to her and her husband's shared bedroom making her pause her movements. "Come in." She called and in walked her son, Zakari.

"Hey mom, looking good." The younger boy greeted and Mireya beamed at him. "Thank you, hun. Is there something you need?" She asked and that's when Zakari presented her the present he had been holding.

"This came for you, it was sitting on the counter, I guess Dad was gonna give it to you but he had to take a call." He explained and Mireya rolled her eyes in amusement at the thought of her husband.

"Thank you, love. Tell your father, I'll be downstairs in a few minutes and then we can go out." She stood up to kiss him on the cheek, making the younger boy groan in mock disgust before nodding and leaving. Mireya turned to the gift that now sat on her vanity and went to go open it.

The present had two gifts inside, the first one revealing to be...

...A plate of delicious looking cupcakes decorated in red and gold icing.

The next gift revealed to be...

...A shining and beautiful necklace.

At the very bottom of the present laid a card with a message inside, which read...

'Happy Birthday, Mireya!

Goodness, it's been such a long time since we've last met! I'm so happy to see you doing well for yourself, I hope you have a fantastic birthday and let's plan to meet up soon! We have so much to catch up on!

Happy birthday again!

- Miyuki Sayaka'

Happy Birthday Mireya! 💜

Mireya looked at the necklace and smiled as she tied it around her neck, looking at herself in the mirror. It was certainly a good fit. Truthfully, though she could appreciate a good necklace, earrings or any other type of jeweled accessory, she tended to avoid wearing too much. The reason is because, living in Roppongi, which was right next door to Aoyama, she often caught sight of many uppity people wearing too much jewelry, which often made her sick of how they thought money and jewelry was equal to status.

The real reason, however, was because it reminded her too much of her mother, who was just like those people from Aoyama. She wore jewelry just to show off her money and to attract the opposite sex. However, she didn't extend the same courtesy to her daughter, who wasn't even allowed to wear her high school graduation ring.

"Jewelry will just attract the wrong sort of attention from boys. Focus on your studies and future, not being decorative and a distraction."

Shaking her head, refusing to think about that woman, Mireya gave herself another look in the mirror, before nodding. Standing up, she turned off the bedroom light and walked downstairs where Kai and Zakari were waiting for her. The bright and gold piece of jewelry around her neck did not go unnoticed by the two men.

"Wow Mom!" Zakari said, staring at the necklace. "Who'd you beat in a poker match to win that?"

"No one, my dear child," Mireya answered, looking down at it with a smile. "It was a gift from Sayaka from Saitama."

"Sayaka-san?" Kai repeated, looking at the necklace.

"Yes, for my birthday." Mireya answered.

"Damn," Zakari whistled, much to the chagrin of his parents. "We'll have to remember this come her birthday."

"Most definitely we will."

With a nod as a sign of agreement, Kai opened the door for his family as they exited their adobe, prepared to head to the restaurant. Giving one last look at herself in her hand mirror, the matriarch of the family got into the passenger's seat of the family car as the family ventured into the city of Roppongi.

[v0guereality]

Seeing yourself in love-

It's well and truly such an interesting concept. Someone and something I no longer have, forever immortalized in videos and pictures, ones where I could see how my entire world lay behind the eyes of someone else.

Even wilder again is the thought that those are the same eyes that have become strangers to me - the exact twinkle not quite as clear in my mind as they used to be. What used to be muscle memory feels foreign; the only reminder being a video of a kiss, a gentle caress, a tangle of two people's skin where you cannot tell where one starts and the other ends.

It has been a while since I've laid in bed with someone else, completely removed of all my masks. A morning spent tangled up in sheets and lost in time because if I hid from the concept it didn’t have to exist. Days felt like eternity, because I would laugh and scream and just exist, on loop, as sunrise slowly passed to sunset. 

It is so interesting to see what things pictures whisper to me. My talkative eyes tell me so much, with love and passion radiating out of them in a way that lets me recall that exact moment through the screen as if it had barely passed.

I love hard and I fall hard. I find refuge in the arms of those I’ve loved; their embrace as my safety net, and their scent as my home.

When I see it through old pictures and videos, it feels both nostalgic and yet wildly foreign to see my eyes speak emotions I am not currently comprehending. The same way I question how on earth I found energy as a child to spring awake and play relentlessly, I question how I ever found myself letting go enough to trust someone else to catch me.

It is unfair to call that emotion foreign; I guess I prefer distant. Something not quite gone out of my range of sight, but just far enough out of it that I see it in a horizon slightly out of my reach. 

It can’t be too far gone- I see glimpses of it every day.

I see it in my mother, who makes sure I always leave the house with a coffee and a kiss on the head.

I see it in my father, who remembers my big events of the day to show me he cares.

I see it in the way that I am never to be forgotten by my sisters, who despite resistance to my endless hugs, will come and giggle and make sense of jokes that require our specific sense of humor, not leaving until the clouds clear from above my head.

I see it in my best friend's messages, because although we both recede into the comfort of our own busy lives, she will always remind me she is proud of me, and that she is thinking of me every day.

I see it in the eyes of another mother, who will make me dinner to not end the flow of conversation we are thoroughly invested in as I sit perched on her car in a parking lot.

I see it in the texts my sweet angels send me, because although we are oceans apart, we are tied by an invisible cord that binds our hearts to each other.

I see it in her piercing, fierce eyes. The ones that calculate my every thought and move in a way that reads straight through my soul, because time is a simple concept compared to how well she understands my heart.

I even smell it in her perfume. A scent I will never be able to replace in my mind, that fills me with warmth and association to a joy I cannot ever capture in words.

And this is why it is such a strange concept to see myself in love. 

I don’t know how to capture it in words.

I cannot fathom its range, because it is a range deeper than I can comprehend.

I simply know exactly how it feels; and it feels like a bad day is still worth pushing through because there will be more days filled with the essence and purity captured in my heart.

Capturing something so uncontainable and intangible within myself is impossible. It is foreign for me to see. 

So, whenever I catch a glimpse of my eyes twinkling in a mirror, or a reflection, or in a picture captured in a moment of my most raw emotion, I cannot help but love what it invokes in my soul, because there is nothing stranger yet more beautiful than to see myself in love.

[seeds-and-sins]

Don’t Say Goodbye

Pairing: Eduardo “Lalo” Salamanca x GN!Reader

Rating: PG (Mutual Pining, relatively tame romantic energy)

Description: You’re relaxing after a long day, it’s late, and then someone comes knocking at your door.

Author’s Note: This is kind of short, but I am willing to elaborate if anyone wants. I wrote this to incite some inspiration in another work of mine, also Lalo related.

From Mexico With Love

Wait for Me

Knock. Knock. Knock.

  You flinched, but only because you hadn't been expecting any visitors this late at night. You slowly put down the bowl of popcorn you had been snacking on, eyes trained entirely on the door. The only light to rely on streaming electric blue from your television.

Knock. Knock. - Knock. Knock. Knock!

Your hand snuck under one of the fluffy pillows on your couch and you stoically procured the handgun you always kept within reach. You inhaled a deep breath, keeping the gun close to your hip as you rose to approach the door. The TV played loudly in the background, muting each creak and patter of the floorboards beneath your bare feet. Your finger toyed at the trigger and you tucked behind the door as your free hand grasped as the knob.

Uno. Dos. Tres.

You swung the door open, holding your body behind it for a decent amount of cover, the gun still pinned at your hip. You felt instant relief at the sight of a familiar face. You pulled the door open completely and rushed into him for a hug.

"Eduardo!" He chuckled, arms wrapping around you. Swiftly one of his hands dropped down the length of your arm to swipe the gun from your fingers.

  "What the hell were you doing with this? Huh?" He grinned, teasing you with it when you tried to reach for the gun. 

"You could had been anyone!" You laughed, feeling like a bullied child as he dangled the loaded weapon over you. "Lalo, stop making fun of me." He conceded, lowering the gun back into your grasp. You then gave him another hug. Eduardo made you feel secure, warm, you knew that if he was near, nothing could hurt you. "I'm so happy to see you got out, those pigs are too stupid to get one up on you."

"You gonna' shoot me with this thing?"

"Of course! Nothing can keep me, I'm a Salamanca." You tucked your arm around his back and attempted to guide him into your home. He wouldn't budge. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you withdrew slightly to send him an expectant stare. He was frowning now, so suddenly the delight of seeing you again was absent from him.

"What's wrong?" It was then you noticed Ignacio, waiting in his car that was parked out by the curb. "Did something happen? You want me to go get dressed, I'll check it out with you guys?" He didn't answer, he didn't make a move, his sharp brown eyes burned two holes straight through you. You hesitantly stepped back from him, nodding your head in understanding. "You're leaving." You knew this day would come, you just didn't think it would happen so suddenly. You wished you had more time.

"It's only a matter of time before they find out who I am..." He cocked his head from side to side. "But this won't be the last of me." He pointed to punctuate his words. "It will only be a few months, until the heat dies down.” 

"Well, uh..." You smiled, patting a hand on his shoulder. "You'll be missed." You cared about Lalo, but you knew this business and attachments were never a good idea. You needed to let him go, it was your job. You tucked your gun into your shorts, wedging it between your belly and the waistband of your underwear. When your eyes met his again, his lips were quirked up in a soft smile and he was considering you with a certain fondness. The same smile that made your heart skip a beat and heat blossom in your cheeks. "I guess it's back to Nacho Nada." You gestured loosely in Ignacio's direction, waving awkwardly at him when your eyes met from a distance. He didn't look too comfortable, or happy. 

"Nacho Nada?" Lalo laughed, one eyebrow lifting in question. 

"Yeah, it's what Tuco and I call him: all work, no play, nada divertido." Lalo glanced back at Nacho and smirked, turning back to you. 

"I like that. Nacho Nada." You crossed your arms and diverted your gaze to the concrete path leading up to your home. "Hey..." The soles of Eduardo's expensive shoes scuffed at the pavement as he stepped closer. His fingers pinched delicately at your chin and lifted your gaze. "I would ask you to come with, but there will be a lot going on. That doesn't mean you can't always come visit another time." 

"I would like that." You grabbed his wrist and turned his palm up to lay a tender kiss there. "You can finally teach me how to cook the Salamanca way." He snorted, making no effort to remove himself from your touch.

"Maybe. A good magician never reveals his secrets." You both laughed at that, until it died down to a stark silence. You rose your other hand up to cup his cheek and he leaned into you.

"You'll call me, right?" You whispered, caressing the dimple alongside his lips with your thumb.

"You know I will." You watched his Adam's apple bob, his hand twisting to grab yours and caress your knuckles. "Nacho will be coming with me for a few days. You'll be okay taking care of everything?"

"You know I will." You recited his words back to him. Part of you burning to crush those few inches that separated you both. All the time spent together, all the bonding, the growing trust, the unrelenting protectiveness over one another, and neither of you had shared such an intimate moment as this. 

"Take care of yourself, cielito." 

"I promise." He nodded, reluctantly withdrawing himself, his expression hardened and he slowly turned to walk away. 

He looked at you one last time before entering the vehicle. Little did you know, that would be the last time you ever saw Lalo Salamanca.

[angelasscribbles]

Backroad

Original Fiction. (Not TRR related)

A little something creepy for the season.

The thump of rock music blared out of the speakers as the old rusted Chevy navigated a s-curve then took a right onto a white rock road. Melissa navigated the old clunker down the back roads as the Eagles belted out tunes from the ancient cassette player.

The road came up to meet the undercarriage as she took a turn a bit too fast, white rock giving way to hard packed dirt. The faint glow of street lights had faded behind her as soon as she left the county pavement. Now the dark coalesced around her, suffocating in its intensity. She clicked on the high beams making a mental note to herself to purchase some new headlamps.

Flying down the dirt road reminded her of those wild teenage nights she had spent out here, drinking, laughing and singing along loudly with the very same cassette tape that now spilled out “Hotel California” as the car shimmed and swayed down the country lane.

Suddenly a shape appeared in the dull glow of her high beams and the tires squealed in protest as she slammed the brake pedal to the floor and twisted the wheel sharply to the right. Throwing dust everywhere, the car skidded off the road, fishtailing as it went. Melissa twisted the wheel again, trying to regain control of the vehicle.

The car thudded to a stop and she sat for a moment, heart pounding in her chest. The Eagles suddenly gone as she switched the radio off and pulled a flashlight from the glove compartment. The door creaked like a gunshot in the sudden silence of the night as she opened it and stepped out to inspect the damage.

Please, she prayed silently, please, please, please tell me I didn’t hit her! She glanced wildly around the road and the field she had stopped in but there was no sign of the child she had just clearly seen standing in the middle of the road.

She stood still for a long minute, her breath coming in ragged gulps, eyes closed, as she fought down the hysteria trying to rise in her chest. When she was sure she could breathe without screaming, she opened her eyes and slowly lowered her body to the ground. Stomach flat on the ground she stared under the car. Relief flooded over her like a waterfall when she saw no limp body under her car. Tears of relief coursed down her cheeks as she regained her footing and dusted herself off.

Taking another deep breath, she turned back to stare at the empty road. If she hadn’t hit her, where had the child gone? It was dark, but not so dark that she doubted what she had seen. There had been a little girl in the road. She took in her surroundings. No houses within sight, no structures at all within sight, in fact. Not that she could see very far. It was so dark that it felt it ought to have substance, texture, like if she reached her arm out, she would feel the solidness of it. She fought back the urge to do just that as the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

The light swung in an arc as she searched the area around her car thoroughly. No girl. She started to second guess herself. Maybe she was seeing things. It was so dark! Maybe she had hallucinated the little girl. People hallucinated sometimes, she told herself.

The light in her hand blinked out. Shaking her head, she lowered herself back into the driver’s seat and pulled the door closed. She said another silent prayer that the car wasn’t damaged as she put it in gear and pulled back onto the road.

The car had come to rest facing the opposite direction she had been heading, so she had to maneuver it back into the correct position by backing up and pulling forward several times. Finally, she was back on the road, putting the car in drive, she headed toward home. As she passed the spot she had originally seen the little girl, the engine sputtered and died. She coasted to a stop cursing out loud.

There was a soft clunk as she popped the hood. She opened door but hesitated to get out. She had driven these back roads hundreds of times in her life, she reflected, so why was a sense of dread crawling up her spine this time? As she listened she realized it was the silence, deep and solid as the darkness. Where were the crickets, the frogs?  The normal night sounds of country living?

The only sound she heard was a soft rustling of fabric from the backseat as her eyes lifted in horror to the rearview mirror, a scream stuck in her throat as she made eye contact with the little girl from the road.

The last thing she ever saw was that small, pale arm reaching toward her as a dry, brittle voice whispered, “Stay with me.”

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[sukirichi]

happy little accidents

— Life is a series of unfortunate events, but sometimes, there are happy little accidents.

REQUEST. (accidental pregnancy, fuck buddies au) + childhood friends to lovers + baby moments with father! megumi

CONTENT/WARNINGS. slight smut, slight exhibitionism (I think? there’s a CCTV lmao) just daddy megumi uwu

NOTES. hi anon, thank you for requesting and joining the event! I have to admit...I don’t really know how to write this and I just had to ask my mother about her experiences in pregnancy LMAO. I apologize in advance if this sucks, I’m pretty good at fluff but domestic and cute stuff with children isn’t my expertise asggkhl I’m awkward around babies and kids so anyways, I hope you like it! OH AND ALSO I HAVE A CAMEO LMAO

Megumi’s hands runs up under your shirt, bringing about a shiver forward when his cold fingers come into with your warm skin. You feel him smile onto the kiss, his grip nothing but teasing before he brushes the underside of your breast, prompting you to grip closer to his hoodie. You and him were childhood friends; having always liked one another until playing house was no longer a game a but dream, but his family was too strict and controlling – they’ve made it clear long ago this relationship could never and would never happen.

His Uncle Naoya made sure of it.

But that didn’t stop the both of you. All the way from highschool until now in your university days, you and Megumi are still stuck together by the hip, occasionally fucking whenever time allowed. Weekdays are spent staring longingly at each other in the hallways, the weekends flourishing into finally’s and hushed kisses under the sheets, completely unaware of the world you both trudged in.

Today was one of those days, and you’re nothing less of passionate as you swipe your tongue out to taste his lips, smiling when you realize he’s also grown used to wearing your mint flavoured lip balm. “Mhm, Megumi, I missed you,” you placed your legs beside his arms, a contented sigh entering his mouth as he closed his eyes.

“You miss me? I’m always around you,” he reminds you, pulling away momentarily to tug your shirt to the side where he leaves a soft patch of kisses. “Never gonna leave your side, baby.”

“You better not. I’m the best you’ll ever have.”

Megumi nods wholeheartedly in agreement, not wasting time before he pulls you closer to him. You’re almost weightless as you crash on top of him, hands tangled into the other’s hair and his large palm squeezing your breast. It produces a breathy moan from you, a thread of saliva connecting your lips when it comes again – that hellish bitter and sour bile that flows up to your throat. You push yourself off him and run to the bathroom, the content of your stomachs poured while your groans echo around the room.

He’s beside you in an instant, crouching beside you to pull your hair up and pat your back. Once you’ve finished throwing up, you clutch at the indistinguishable bloating of your stomach, leaning back into his touch while you slowly regain your composure.

Your head is throbbing uncomfortably again, one that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you press your thumbs against it.

“Wh-what’s wrong? Are you sick or something?”

You chuckle a bit from the way he frets over you, hands tilting your cheeks side to side while he pales, a sheen of worry visible on his hairline. He’s always been such a worrywart. You look behind him and see the box of condoms in your half-open medicine cabinet, the sight making your heart drop in your chest.

“Megs...when was the last time we had sex?”

“Well,” he scratches the back of his head, “We’ve both been busy from uni, so...last month, I guess? It’s been a long time.”

You swallowed audibly. You’ve recently gotten that box of condoms because if you remember correctly, last time you both skipped straight to the deed after realizing you ran out of it. Eyes flicking over his confused ones, your throat ran dry and itchy from the throw up session, your voice low as you say, “I’m three weeks late on my period, Megs.”

He looks just as shocked as you are, but he doesn’t give you the time to recover before he rushes out into your apartment. For a moment, you’re left heartbroken at the cold bathroom tiles, thinking that he left, but Megumi comes back a few minutes later, a pregnancy test kit and some chocolates inside a plastic bag. Your eyes widen when he gently ushers you to sit on the toilet, his feet tapping impatiently on the floor while you both wait for the result.

And there it is.

The timer on his phone goes off. Megumi rushes beside you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he blinks at the test kit. He turns to you and blinks in question, wondering what the hell it meant.

“’Gumi...it’s positive,” you cry out, sending him into a stagger backwards when you jump at him. Thankfully, he’s carried you too many times to count that he’s natural at hoisting you into his arms, still rendered speechless as you announce, “You’re going to be a dad!”

It’s been five whole months since you and Megumi turned into being stable fuck buddies, intent on hiding your relationship from both your families, into homeless and young parents whose fear over life and the future only increased tenfold now with the growing baby inside you.

You still remember that dreadful moment when both of you are kicked out into your family estate, Megumi’s Uncle Naoya especially enraged over the news. He doesn’t even give his nephew a chance to pack his bags before he signals the bodyguards to escort you out, then takes away all Megumi’s privileges and former luxury of being part of the Zenin Clan. You assume he’d want to strangle his pitiful Uncle for the never ending mistreatment, but your now boyfriend is nothing but happy, relieved that he’s been freed from the tight reins that always got in both your way.

Unbeknownst to the controlling Zenin Clan head, his wife is much more cunning than he is. He knows his wife always had some sorts of tricks hidden up in her sleeve, but even you were surprised when Megumi’s Aunt Suki shows up in your college dorm one day, throwing a set of keys your way with a wink before driving off back to become Naoya’s beloved trophy wife.

She lent you one of her high-estate apartments and even a humble car, silently wiring fees into your bank account since Megumi’s was already shut down.

Truly, if it wasn’t for her, you and Megumi wouldn’t be able to live this comfortably no matter how much both of you worked your ass off.

Now, none of you had to worry about not getting to make ends meet, no more worrying about putting your health at risk by working two jobs a day along with university – you and Megumi agreed to take advantage of her kindness just until the baby was born, opting to live quietly and comfortably in your shared home that would soon be filled with more memories. Well, as comfortably as you both could anyway, since pregnancy – although a beautiful experience – wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns.

Megumi comes home one day, the food you’ve always been craving from the Chinese restaurant from the other town present inside his bag. He’s tired from uni, even more so that he shares your burden of becoming new parents, but every time he comes home to you, all his exhaustion is wiped away, especially with the evident growth of your belly.

Your boyfriend runs up to you after placing the food on the counter, his arms wide open to get a hug – he’s gotten extremely touchy ever since the pregnancy – when you reel away from him, face turning green.

Your fingers come to pitch at your nose, eyes narrowed at his confused pout. “Ugh, Megumi, your deodorant stinks.”

“You were the one who got this for me, though,” his brows furrow as he lifts his sleeve up to sniff himself. He doesn’t smell bad... “You said you liked it on me,” he mumbles more to himself than you, staying still in his spot when he sees how colourless you’ve become. “Why are you looking at me like that? I showered today.”

“I can’t stand the smell of you, I can’t, gosh,” pushing past him, you rush to the toilets, the morning sickness well present all the way until sundown as you throw up. Megumi stands at the doorway, hands extended in front of him as he’s unsure whether he could help you or not. You firmly shake your head at him, lips turned into a sneer. “No, don’t get near me or I will honestly whack you with my purse, Megumi. Get rid of that deodorant and find a scent free one or something.”

Megumi is left with a slack jaw when you hop into bed afterwards, too tired and irritated to finish your papers. Seeing that he should probably do the same and pamper you instead, Megumi is silent as he crawls under the covers, only to be kicked out with a harsh kick to his thigh and a fiery, “Get out!”

“Nobara,” he whines into the phone, too fearful to even look at the bedroom at the thought that you’d feel his gaze and get even angrier. Your instincts and senses sharpens with each passing day; he won’t risk it. “My girlfriend hates me!”

“I could see why.”

Megumi groans at his friend’s flippant tone, the sound of a nail file grazing acrylics mixed with lo-fi music playing from the other line. “I’m serious – she doesn’t even want me a foot near her! When I tried to join her on the bed, she literally woke up just to hit me with a pillow. Right in the face!”

“Let me guess, you’re banned from the bedroom and staying on the couch?”

“Yeah, I am,” he sulks on the couch, “I don’t know why she hates me. I can’t imagine what I did wrong.”

“You don’t have to do anything wrong for a pregnant woman to hate you, Fushiguro. It’s not your fault your face is just really annoying,” Megumi makes a sound of protest before slapping a hand over his lips, nervous gaze darting at your door again. He relaxes into the seat; you’ve probably fallen asleep. “But on a more serious note, I think it’s the hormones. She’s erratic right now and you can’t blame her, she’s literally growing a child inside of her, dude, are you crying?”

“She might divorce me because of my deodorant.”

“Idiot, you two aren’t even married!” Nobara bellows loud enough that Megumi pulls the phone away from his ear, waiting until she’s calmed down and continues speaking like she didn’t just burst his ear drums. “Listen, just be extra sweet and careful around her, okay? Don’t open your mouth as well unless you want to die. Now get a notepad or something, we’re going to devise the best Baby Mama Seduction Plan that is guaranteed to win her heart.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Nobara!”

“Hmph, you owe me tickets to that fashion show though. Get your rich ass uncle to pull some connections or something.”

“Nobara, you know I can’t—”

“Oh shit, is that your girl about to kick you in the face?” Megumi yelps as his body flips at the direction of your room, both hands raised in surrender with his phone pressed between his ear and shoulder. He sighs – the door is still closed – he should be safe for now. Meanwhile, Nobara snickers cockily, almost as if she could see everything. As always, Nobara was triumphant. “That’s right, we both don’t want that to happen, so stick to your end of the deal man.”

Megumi stays up the whole night to execute Nobara’s plan. It’s tiring to run back and forth in the open convenience stores just to fill the fridge up with all your favourite food, but Megumi is determined to have you accept him again, even if he knows you’re not actually rejecting him.

By the time you’ve woken up, all beautiful and glowing as you pad out your room, Megumi stands up straight to conceal his body ridden with exhaustion. He just wants to make you happy.

“What’s all this?”

“You’ve been working hard,” he starts off unsurely, a hand scratching the back of his head as he gauges for your reaction. You plop down on the dining table and don’t scowl as you take a whiff of the food, blinking for a few seconds before you dig in. It’s enough for him to take as a go-signal, and he walks beside you carefully, his voice wavering and soft. “I just wanted to surprise you – show you how much I love and admire you...all that.”

“That’s suspicious,” you mouth through a mouthful of dumpling, but smile anyways with your arms extended. “Come here, give me a kiss.”

Megumi is beyond elated as he buries himself in the warmth of your arms again, sighing when you kiss his cheeks and jaw. “Are we good?”

“Did you replace your deodorant?”

“Yes...”

“Good boy,” you kiss him on the lips this time. Megumi has the audacity to blush as if he didn’t just fuck a baby into you, making you laugh before you slap his ass, last night’s irration now replaced with a reminder that this was Megumi – your first love and everything more. There was no way you wouldn’t be ‘good’ with him; you’d go to heavens and back for him, but maybe once you’re done birthing his child. “Yeah, we’re good. Get the mint choco ice cream pint for me?” Megumi sprints to perform your commands, and you reward him by pulling him in for a deeper kiss the time, his lips so sweet and minty. You can’t help but sigh, falling for him over and over again. “You’re such a sweetheart, Megs. This is why I’m head over heels for you.”

“You didn’t want me sleeping beside you for a week straight though.”

Your nose scrunches at the memory – that slight change in your expression making Megumi step back – as you wave a spoon at him, glaring at him in warning. “Like I said, you stank.”

But...pregnancy wasn’t all that bad for the both of you. There were times you’re unable to keep your hands off him. Although unexpected and mostly occurring in the most inconvenient situations, Megumi can’t say he’s complaining, especially not when you push him towards the wall just as the elevator doors closed.

“Daddy,” you moan, guiding his hands into your already soaking wet panties. Megumi breathes sharply as he cups your drenching core, wondering how you’ve gotten this aroused without him doing anything sexual in particular.

The nickname spilling past your lips is unforeseen though, as is his growing kink for it when he hardens immediately.  

“Please, please, please, I need you so much – make me feel good, will you?”

Megumi has to pin your needy, trailing hands all over his chest down to your sides, his pupils blown wide as the elevator ascends from one floor to the other. His eyes dart to the blinking red light from the cameras, his Adam’s apple bobbing when you don’t stop in the slighthest, only leaning forward to tug and nip at the skin of his neck. Megumi groans at your ministrations; you know very well that was his sensitive spot. “Y/N, we’re literally in the elevator, just wait until we get back home—”

When Megumi tries to push you away to stop your hands from palming his boner, you growl, eyes fierce and heated as you turn to him. “Do you want me to chop your dick off and prevent you from having a second child?”

“N-no.”

“Then shut up and fuck me.”

“Fuck, okay, don’t blame me if I make you sore, though.”

You roll your eyes at him, your hands moving expertly as you bunch your skirt up to your waist to show him that your bud was already swollen just for him. “Megumi, my boobs are already are its most sore point, I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

Megumi makes quick work of shoving his pants down just to his knees, gentle yet needy as he pushes your chest flat on the walls, round and perky ass puckered for him to take you already. He could cum just from the sight of you bending over for him like this, your arousal already dripping down your thighs as you wiggle your hips at him, breathless in the desire to be taken once more.

There were still fifteen floors to go before you reached your destination. Megumi’s brows pinch together in anxiety that anyone could press for the lift, but you’re also submissively bent over for him, moaning and gasping his name even when it’s only the tip of his cock sliding into you.

He sees the way your fingers hover over the buttons, clearly more prepared to shut the doors and deny others entry than he was, and he thinks fuck it to himself before he buries himself deep into you, head thrown back at the heavenly and salacious feeling of fucking you raw. You’re somehow warmer and tighter, wetter with puffier lips during your second trimester. Just as he blanches at the thought he could hurt you, he remembers the doctor’s encouragement of more sex. Being the good boyfriend he is, Megumi fucks hard into you, groaning and panting when your walls clamp down on him.

He only wants to help you.

Days of rubbing your feet and singing to your belly were gone – now replaced with laughter pouring into your house and switching from listening to Mother Mother into actually enjoying nursery rhymes playing from the stereo.

It feels just like yesterday when he rushes you to the emergency room, your hand nearly crushing his during your contractions before you gave birth to his child.

Megumi has never really been much of an emotional person, preferring to be calm and stoic unless you’re around; the rare times he actually lets his walls down. Surrounded by a group of doctors, though, Megumi stops caring about saving face when they hand him his daughter. He isn’t the least bit embarrassed when he sobs upon seeing the tiny bundle of joy in his arms, so small and vulnerable that promised there and then – he’d do everything he can to protect his child and give them the best future.

Fushiguro Megumi is a hands-down helicopter dad. The moment you’re able to take your daughter back home, he’s already had the whole house baby proofed. Along with studying for his exams, he’s also switching back and forth to parenting guide books.

You can tell he’s taking his job as a dad very seriously. Megumi doesn’t hesitate to shoot out of the bed in the middle of the night whenever he hears his daughter cry, racing you to her crib while he rocks her back and forth and you prepare her milk. You’re both utterly tired and sleep deprived, your head resting on his shoulder as your baby calms down in his arms. Faintly, you feel him kiss the top of your head, encouraging you to go back to sleep with the assurance he can handle it.

But of course, you’re the stubborn parent, and you drag your boyfriend and daughter back to bed, making sure there was enough space to make her comfortable before falling asleep.

Being a parent – especially with the love of your life – has never felt any more magical.

Of course, it was hard and definitely not a walk in the park, but it was worth it. Every time you came home from school, Megumi would already be there, his daughter babbling nonsensically in his arms while he prepared her meals. At the sounds of the door opening, both of them would run to you, showering you with kisses while you did the same.

Both your families have still refused to accept you back – not that you both minded – but it was getting shameful to keep relying on his relative to provide for your family. Eventually, you and Megumi decided that the other stays to take care of your baby while you work after class.

You’re staggering inside your home like a zombie after a long day, muscles aching from too much work and brain barely functioning due to the lack of sleep. With a long, drawn out sigh, you plop on the couch next to your boyfriend who jolts back awake, still careful not to let his drooling daughter wake up in his arms. Upon seeing it’s just you, Megumi leans over to kiss you on the nose, smelling sweetly of floral detergent powder and baby cologne.

“Welcome home,” he murmurs at your skin, your eyes already fluttering close at the comfort and warmth of home. “Scarlet is fast asleep. She couldn’t wait for you to kiss her goodnight anymore.”

“Don’t be dramatic. Mommy will always come home to the two most precious people in the world,” Now, it’s your turn to kiss Megumi to remind him he’s also doing a great job. You know he’s working just as hard you are, and you honestly don’t think you could do this without him. “Megumi,” you begin, tracing soft circles into his wrist to feel his lulling heartbeat.

“Hmm?”

“Have I ever told you I loved you?”

“I think I know that already,” he smiles romantically at you – even after years, you’re still very much smitten with that smile, and the sight of him and your daughter alone has you relaxing back in your seat.

“Yes, but you need to hear it again,” you tell him, cupping his face into your palms. Megumi sighs as he leans closer into your warmth, his hands patting your daughter’s back to soothe her in her slumber. “You’re such a natural at this – being a father. I’m really lucky I had a family with you. It’s all I ever wanted,” Burying yourself closer into his arms and collecting the both of them into an embrace, you smile into his shoulder, feeling like you’re on cloud nine. “I don’t think life is gonna get better than this, Megs. I’m so happy right now I feel like I could die.”

“Don’t say the d-word around her,” he jokes, the two of you sharing tired and dry laughter. Once the amusement subsides, Megumi’s other hand shifts to squeeze your thigh to get your attention. “Y/N...do you ever think about...making us official?”

“What do you mean?” you mumble sleepily, “How else official could we get? We live together and we have a baby. Soon, we’re going to be employed too and then we can provide better for her and stop relying on Aunt Suki so much,” Megumi nods above you, but his lack of response is worrying that you look up to him, frowning as you see that his face is pulled deep into thought. “We’re already a family, Megs. What’s on your mind?”

“I want to marry you,” he blurts out, “I want to make you mine and mine only – I see a future and a forever with you,” Megumi looks you straight in the eye the whole time. “Marry me, Y/N. Please.”

You’re rendered speechless.

You love him so much, you really do, and nothing about that will change. After spending a lifetime with you, Megumi knows just by looking at your face that there’s a but coming afterward and he clenches his jaw, sadness swirling in his eyes that you have to stop him before his thoughts run off again. “I want that too, Megumi, believe me,” you reassure, brushing his hair back with your fingers; a gesture that always pulled him back to you. “I just don’t want to rush things, you know? We can still barely stand on our own and we have Scarlet to worry about. I think we should focus more on her future than ours.”

Megumi nods, albeit disappointed, though this doesn’t stop him from kissing you straight on the lips before he mutters, “I understand but...think about it, at least?”

“You already know my answer would be yes.”

“Scarlet! I wonder where my little princess is hiding,” Megumi announces from outside your room, your toddler giggling beside you as you both hide behind the closet hand-in-hand. Four years later, you and Megumi are married, and life’s gotten a lot easier – in addition to it being a whole lot more domestic since Megumi takes his husband title just as seriously as being a father. Right now, he’s crawling outside, his voice lowered in an attempt to be scary. “If I find her, she’s going to face the wrath of the tickle monster!”

“Tickle monster!” Scarlet gasps beside you, turning to you with wide eyes. “Mummy, I don’t want tickles!”

“Then we better be quiet so Daddy doesn’t find us!”

With your voice intentionally louder than a whisper, it doesn’t take long before Megumi opens the closet doors, carrying you both effortlessly before dropping you all down onto the bed. “I found you!” You all tickle each other and laugh, your daughter falling into panicked squeals while you chortle at the side. Megumi then hoists Scarlet up before the both of you kiss both sides of her cheeks, sending the giggling child into an utter ticklish mess.

While the two are busy tickling one another, you feign a gasp, clutching at your husband’s bicep.  “Megumi!” your eyes widen, pointing deftly at the kitchen with trembling lips for effect. “Can you please check the oven – I think I left something in there and it might be burning!”

“I don’t smell anything,” is all he says, but runs there anyway. Megumi stands in front of in confusion, Scarlet safely bundled in his arms while her father opens the oven, frowning as he takes the object out and inspects it. “Mittens? But Scarlet is already—” Just then, Megumi’s jaw drops, his grin stretched wide while Scarlet keeps poking at the mittens, trying to make them fit into her slightly larger hands. “No way. Another one?”

“Another candy?”

You laugh at Megumi’s beaming face that matches his daughter’s – the two looking too much alike – but for completely opposite reasons. “We’ll get you all the candies you want, sweetheart,” you swipe a candy from the counter and hand it to your daughter’s grabby hands, pecking Megumi’s cheeks who is still beyond flustered at the announcement. “But yeah we have another one – and it’s a boy!”

[silver-weasel]

Diving (Deku x Reader)

Pairing : Deku x fem!reader (aged-up characters)

Rating : E, 18+

Tags : smut • fem!reader (she/her) • best friends to lovers / childhood friends to lovers • quirkless AU • p*rn with feelings (like. a lot of them) • public sex (more or less) • switching • hair pulling? • pining • Deku being flustered and an absolute angel what’s new • Reader being a teasing brat • It’s all soft and fluffy, I’m as vanilla as you can get 🤷‍♀️ • Happy birthday to the bestest boyyy I love him so much it hurts

Word count : 10 600 (Holy sh—)

A/N : Thank you @hoe-doroki my beloved and savior for beta-ing <3

Written for @rat-zuki​’s collab in honor of our favorite birthday boy, The Deku Agenda Escapes no One. Thank you so much for letting me join! (go check out the other amazing writers and artists!)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

The ground grinds repeatedly under your hiking shoes, some pebbles being kicked forward on your way. You’re way too deep in the forest to hear any cars passing by and during the two hours you’ve been here you haven’t run into anyone. The place seems empty, the only souls breathing the forest’s thick air being you, Izuku and the birds chirping all around you.

The afternoon is coming to an end, the sun sinking down on its way to hide behind the mountains. The remains of its soft light are filtering through the dense leaves all around and above you. You’re surrounded by green, lush and immeasurable greenery, every plant merging into another.

You’ve left the marked paths, now wandering deep in the richest, boundless part of a forest you both know like the back of your hand after roaming it all over innumerable times. All over, except for this part, in which you’re setting foot for the first time today. Your many previous hiking sessions were shortened by your questionable sense of organization, always arriving too late to explore further into the unknown.

Leaves brush against your knees with every single step you take as you follow Izuku on his heels. He’s moving at a steady pace, his hands holding tight the straps of his yellow backpack that he’s had for as long as you can remember. He’s always so organized, has everything you two could eventually need and generally never do. Two huge flasks of water, an entire meal he calls ‘little snacks’, with sandwiches, fruits, protein bars, even hard-boiled eggs. A first-aid kit with disinfectant, bandages, scissors and painkillers. Hell, you’re even wondering if he has any pads for you in there, in case of an unexpected period. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

You giggle lightly when you see him stumble for the sixth time since you got here; he can’t seem to keep his curious eyes from drifting up and around, looking in every direction, probably retaining every detail and logging it in some impressive mental database of his. And he’s commenting on every little thing he sees too; he makes you notice things you never would have if it weren’t for his candid interest in everything.

“Oh! Look at that bird!” he exclaims, pointing at a branch over your heads. “Do you see it, right there, with the red mark!”

You turn your gaze to where he’s pointing and see a little bird, very cute, but so tiny you’re wondering how one could spot it without specifically looking for it. That’s probably what you like most about Izuku: his attention to detail. That’s the thing—nothing is too small for him, everything is worthy of interest. His eyes always light up with such curiosity, this child-like wonder and it was always one of your favorite things to witness growing up.

When he came over to your house at age six, he was always running around with some bug on his forearm, calling your name, yelling, “Look at this!”

Most of the time, it was a snail or a ladybug, and that always managed to catch your interest. Sometimes, it was a spider or a beetle, and he had you screaming in horror more than once, running to your mother’s legs with weeping eyes. Those times, he always watched you go with wide, sad eyes and a wobbly lip, because, “I would never hurt her, Mom! I swear I didn’t want to scare her!”

“Oh, yeah, I see it! It’s so cute!”

And it is cute, the way his huge green eyes go even rounder in amazement. You treasure these hikes for providing occasions to witness this. But as much as you wish this moment could last forever, the sun is beginning to set, you probably shouldn’t go deeper in the forest at sundown.

“We should probably head back to the car, Izuku. It’s gonna be dark soon.”

“Come on, it’s still so light—there’s no rush!” His lips crook a bit into an impish smile. “Scared that a bear is coming to get you?”

“There aren’t any bears here—we’ve been coming for five years.”

“Because if it’s the bears you’re afraid of,” he begins, ignoring you on purpose, “you know I’ll protect you, right?” he says, sticking out his chest like he’s some superhero.

“Against a bear? Right.”

“You’re underestimating me? That’s just mean.”

You chuckle at his antics, shooting him a look of yours that says, ‘Come on, please?’.

His eyes soften a bit, but he’s used to that look; it’s been years since it worked on him as well as you’d like it to.

“We can just keep going this way, then we’ll make a loop and head back to the car directly! It’ll be even shorter this way.”

“Alright, let’s do that,” you agree, and the smile it elicits from him makes something tingle deep in your stomach.

You move forward again, sinking deeper within the forest. It’s becoming harder and harder to walk, brambly branches and huge leaves blocking your way more and more with every step.

You’re a bit ahead of him when you catch sight of a sparkle behind the bushes. Just a glimpse of light, but you’re positive you saw it. Is there water here? You never really looked at a map of the place before—you just always went wherever you felt like and used the same tracks on the way back. You hurry up a bit, curious eyes fixed on that glimmer of light.

Soon enough the dense greenery comes to an end, and you’re finally out of the bushes, finding your way into a little clearing. You’re standing, speechless, in front of a pond: it’s about forty feet wide, catching the last rays of sunshine in a dazzling reflection. The water is surrounded by gigantic trees big enough to be home to an entire niche of biodiversity, and a half-sandy, half-stony shore with reeds rising from the water on both sides.

It’s all calm and quiet and massive trees, branches pouring, cascading above still water. The air feels cool, filled with a pure smell of dew and spring even though it’s the end of a hot day of July.

Izuku is close behind you and lets out a very cute, “Whoa,” ditching his backpack on the ground next to you in the middle of the cove. The both of you just stand there for a moment in complete silence, aside from the birds chirping. Izuku breaks it first:

“How come we’ve never seen this before? This place is amazing.” He sounds distant as he speaks, soaking up his surroundings like he always does.

“I guess you never know everything about anything,” you say mindlessly, without detaching your gaze of the wonderful view ahead.

He’s standing close to you, very close. You’re only noticing now that you’re coming down from the high of your discovery. Your arms are brushing, you can feel his body heat from how close you two are. It wouldn’t be the first time; you’re no stranger to being physically close to Izuku. You’ve been playing together since you were able to put one foot in front of the other. And you wish you could say it feels any different right now, but that would be a lie. Being close to him always felt the same. Always felt like the only easy thing in your life. The only constant.

Yet it’s not enough. No matter how close, it’s never enough, it never was. You hate yourself for feeling that way; you’ve never been the greedy, unsatisfied type. You have everything with Izuku. Well, almost everything.

But right now this place—this very quiet, beautiful place with no one in sight is doing things to your fertile imagination. Despite the sun just beginning to set, the summer air still remains thick with heat. You find yourself staring in the abyss of that water, admiring the masterpiece of a reflection on the surface, a painting of leaves and clouds and blue sky. It calls you, sings an irresistible song of fresh water on sweaty skin and strong, freckled arms wrapped around you.

You don’t know if the slight, insignificant detail that you would have to undress in order to dive into that water—since you didn’t bring a swimsuit—is a better reason to do it or to refrain from doing so.

You’ve lost count of how many moments you’ve shared with him just like this one. So many chances for you to take. You never have.

Back to the original issue: can you see yourself walk out of that clearing the way you always do? Can you see yourself going home, adding this missed chance to your growing collection of lost memories, of hands within your reach that you chose not to take?

The answer pops in your mind, crystal clear for the first time since you met him.

You drop your bag on the ground, turning to Izuku with a delighted expression stretching your features. The look on your face reminds him of one he’d seen on you as a kid, bouncing on the balls of your feet in front of the ice cream truck. At this moment he just knows you’ve got some stupid shenanigan in mind, like you always do. Once again, he isn’t wrong.

“Wanna take a dip?” You’re squinting at him from his side, a mischievous smile lighting up your face.

“I-I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” he stutters.

It’s been a long time since he last stuttered in front of you. He got rid of it years ago, but it still resurfaces sometimes in front of intimidating strangers or in a socially uncomfortable situation. Never in front of you, though.

“Me neither,” you answer plainly with that same impish smile, and his eyes go round at your implications.

“Wait, you can’t be—Oh my God—”

His heart does a great flip in his chest when he catches you taking the hem of your shirt up over your head. In less than five seconds, you’ve got him scorching hot, feverish and suddenly he can’t tell right from left.

His reflex is to bury his face in his hands. He respects you too much to take a peek, but you’re making things very difficult for him. He can hear you move towards the water, can hear the thump of your forgotten shoes hitting the ground one after the other, can hear the soft pad of your naked feet on the rocks.

“For the love of God, please, put it back on…” 

“What? Look at this view, it would be a shame not to make the most of it!”

He’s not looking at the view right now, he can’t let himself. He knows very well he won’t be able to focus on the trees when you’re standing pretty much naked—although he’s not sure to what extent—in front of him. You could be entirely naked right now and he wouldn’t be able to tell, his burning face still hidden in his shaking hands. His voice comes out muffled when he stammers, “I-It’s starting to get late, we really should get back to the car…”

“What, you’re scared of the bears?”

He can’t see you, but he knows you’re sporting that smug grin of yours, the one he first saw when you showed him your impressive collection of Pokémon cards on your preschool’s playground. You’ll have to take a lingering silence for an answer.

“Izuku, come on. I don’t bite.”

He’s not entirely sure the sight of you won’t gnaw him to the bone, won’t melt his entire body down and leave him a hot mess. He won’t be a man anymore, just a walking flame fueled by the heavenly sight of you. No, he can’t let himself fall into that. Obviously you don’t know what you’re doing to him.

Nevertheless, you’re probably the most stubborn person he knows. And he’s friends with Katsuki Bakugou, for God’s sake. He won’t be able to get out of this as easily as he wants, especially as he hears the delicate noise of water splitting at your feet as you enter the little pond.

He slowly moves his hands off of his face. You must have your back turned to him, so maybe he can drift his eyes off somewhere—

You are in front of him, thigh deep in the water now. In nothing but your panties. Your white, flower-patterned lace panties that are doing a very bad job at covering your backside. He lets out a long, pained whine, standing in the middle of the little shore with his arms dangling down his sides, not sure what to do with them.

“Why didn’t you at least keep your bra on?” His voice comes out way more wobbly than he intended to.

You turn a little so you can look at him, and it takes every little bit of strength he’s got left to look you in the eye. But as you’re turning around, the smooth curve of your breast starts showing, and God, is that your nipple?

He wants a giant hole to swallow him right now. He wants some forest creature to come for him right this instant, anything to keep him away from you, keep him from doing things he might regret. To punish him for having such thoughts about you, because you trust him, you’re so oblivious, so innocent, and he’s so weak against this inner monster that’s eating him away.

With a little frown, you deliver the answer like it’s self-evident as you kneel into the water, the surface just above your chest:

“I didn’t want it to get wet.”

“But you’re okay with your panties getting wet?”

The realization of what he just said is slow but surely comes. And when it does, he wishes even harder to get erased from the surface of this planet he’s already lucky enough to share with you. There is a long silence, and all he can hear for a few seconds are the birds chirping and the violent pounding of his heart against his ribcage, straining to get out.

You turn back around to look at him, dumbstruck. 

“I’m more than okay with that—”

“Please forget I just said that,” he cuts you off. He’s not sure he can bear to hear more of this.

“I’m never forgetting you said that. It’s pure gold,” you scoff.

He can only answer with a drawn-out whine. He doesn’t have any choice in this, does he?

When you dive in the water, he takes both his shaking hands to the hem of his shirt and starts undressing.

What the fuck am I doing?

The water is so pure you can see underwater as clear as day: the few rocks at the bottom, the little silvery fish all around you, and the last rays of sunlight permeating through the calm surface above your head. The water feels a bit cold on your naked skin since the sunlight and summer heat must only hit the clearing at certain hours of the day. Still, the cold water isn’t enough to clear your foggy mind.

What was I thinking?

You’ve always been a bashful person, why is it changing all of a sudden? Maybe it’s the devastating effect Izuku has on you.

You try to calm down a bit, taking a deep breath. So, you’re pretty much naked in front of him. Well, it definitely wouldn’t be the first time, and it (probably) won’t be the last. Now you just have to go through with your stupid idea. It’s no big deal, it’s only Izuku. Only Izuku.

Only Izuku.

Fuck.

You finally surface, not only because you can’t hide underwater forever, but also because, surprisingly, you’re not a fish, you have to actually breathe.

You push your dripping hair to the back of your head, still careful to keep your breasts under the water. Izuku’s already in to his hips when you turn around to look at him, your vision still blurry from the water trickling all over your face. He’s merciless, standing like that, only the elastic of his boxers peeking out of the water. You’re a bit surprised by the plain, black color. You were expecting something along the lines of blue, yellow and red. Izuku is full of surprises.

But nevermind the color of his underwear—what you find just above is mesmerizing. Your indiscreet, incorrigible gaze can’t help following the thin trail of hair tracing up to his navel, then the stunning lines of his abs, partly hidden behind his freckled forearms shyly crossed over them. The freckles spread up his powerful arms, gently sunkissed, scattering all over his broad shoulders.

Is he actually hiding, though? Doesn’t he know he looks like he was carved by the gods themselves?

“Have you done this before?”

The sound of his voice startles you a bit. Ah, right. You were shamelessly staring. It takes you a couple of seconds to force your distracted mind back into focus. “Done what?”

“Skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s my first time. It looks like it’s yours too.” His big, bright eyes drift around like they don’t know where to look. It’s really cute.

“It is,” he admits, now kneeling into the water as well. “I would’ve thought you were used to this.” You arch a single eyebrow in an amused frown.

“What, do I look like I have a professional degree in skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s just…You look confident, it just seemed like it.”

Confident? You’re nowhere near confident—you’re terrified. You try to keep your cool, but it’s probably the first time you’re putting on an act in front of Izuku.

“Well, you’re not so bad at it yourself.” You don’t miss the little blush coating his cheeks at that. “Also, I’m not exactly naked.”

“You’re not exactly dressed either, that’s a...v-very small piece of clothing.” He’s blushing a bit harder, looking away.

“Oh, seems like you paid some attention to my piece of clothing then, good to know.”

Now he’s quite simply scarlet. A very cute, very hot, freckled tomato. He’s so easily flustered, it only makes you want to tease him some more.

“Were your legendary All Might boxers in the dirty hamper? That’s a shame. I’m a bit disappointed,” you say in a mockingly innocent voice.

He doesn’t retort, simply stands there on his knees, shooting you an unreadable look and a little pout. After a few seconds, you open your mouth to continue, only to be startled by a strong splash hitting you in the face.

When you snap out of your shock, hair and face dripping all over your shoulders, you look up at him with what must be the scariest look of betrayal. Or the most ridiculous, apparently, since he starts laughing, louder and louder, and can’t seem to stop.

“Oh, you’re pretty pleased with yourself right now, aren’t you?” You can’t help but chuckle while talking, his laugh is so contagious.

“I am, yeah!” he manages to articulate, only starting to calm down.

As the calm of the forest returns, you watch his eyes go back to their usual round shape bit by bit, his face relaxing again. His smile causes butterflies to fly up and around in a whirlwind deep into your belly. You chuckle a bit at the feeling, almost embarrassed by how he’s making you feel like you’re in some dumb, cliche rom-com movie. On the outside, you must look a bit like a maniac, but he’s a nice guy, so he simply asks, “What is it?”

And before you can overthink yourself out of it, you’re hurling yourself at him. He barely has the chance to stutter a weak, “Wait!” before you’re putting all your weight on him, sinking his head deep in the water. Izuku may well be a nice guy, but you know he isn’t going to let you get away with this, so you’re not surprised when you’re dragged underwater by your legs. He lets go immediately, a bit abruptly, even, like it burnt his hands to touch you.

You both emerge from the water soon, and it takes you a second to get rid of the water blurring your vision, but then it hits you. How tantalizingly close you are to each other now, your bodies an inch away from touching. You’re both on your knees, enveloped in the coolness of crystal clear water and the reflections of the canopy of leaves above your heads. A spark of electricity makes you freeze on the spot; you’re so close to him your breasts slightly brush against his chest.

After a little eternity, you find the courage to look up at his face. He looks mindblowing, really. Despite the two decades you spent together, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen the pure, astonishing details of his freckles from this close. You would remember it, you definitely would. It’s a spectacular view, one of those visual memories that comes back to hit you in flashes. His nose and cheekbones are covered in them, drawing a mesmerizing pattern, more complex than the Milky Way itself. They’re an uncrackable equation, like a weird quirk of nature that you’ll never understand but don’t question anyway. They spread a little more scattered, but still very present, up to his forehead and down to his delicate jaw.

And his eyes—you could just drown in them. There’s this bright, blinding light there that feels like laying in the grass and looking up at the sunlight coating the leaves of this tree, the one you grew up near and always played under.

You swear you didn’t move, neither did he, and still you manage to get even closer to him. Now it’s you against the inexorable attraction that pulls you towards him like a fierce magnet. And it’s a losing battle, you think, as you’re both entering each other’s personal space like you share just one.

There’s nothing friendly about the way he can’t look you in the eye, seemingly too obsessed with your lips. You drop your gaze to his and find them calling for you. It’s been so long, now the thought of kissing Izuku seems unfamiliar despite being ever-present in your imagination for so many years. Like repeating a word so much it ends up becoming a series of meaningless sounds to your confused mind.

He’s the one who finally closes the distance, his lips landing on yours so softly you can barely feel them. He doesn’t move, simply content with the contact. You’re both eight years old again for a minute. The kiss feels like the little peck a kid would finally give to his crush in the middle of their school’s playground before running away to his friends.

Time seems to stop for God knows how long, and after what feels like no time and forever all at once, his lips move hesitantly against yours, bringing you back to reality. Right then, it all crashes on you like a tremendous wave. The distant echo of your mothers’ voices from the kitchen and the stupid cartoons they made you watch so they could talk for ten more minutes. The games alone together because no one wanted to play with you two weirdos. The piggyback rides, the dumb jokes, the video games (you always won). The neverending texting sessions at night because one of you couldn’t sleep. The fights that never lasted long enough to see the next sunrise because you both are way too weak for each other. All those stupid places that wouldn’t have looked half as breathtaking if it weren’t for him.

His lips are soft but roughly bitten. Hot and wet from the water and maybe from something else. He doesn’t taste like anything other than home, and that’s more than enough for you. His hands went up to cup your face at some point, but you’re too drowned in all the feelings coming up to the surface to pay attention to anything other than his soft mouth pressing on yours, more and more, opening up—

And it’s already over. You only notice that you’ve closed your eyes when you open them again when you don’t feel anything against your mouth other than the summer air. When your mind manages to regain any sense of function, the blurry focus of your gaze settles on his eyes. Wide open. Pupils eating up the dazzling viridian that puts the forest to shame. And a terrified expression in them.

He’s looking at you like he hurt you. His lips should still be on yours, kissing and sucking, not frozen like they are right now, obviously trying to express something painful as a few weak sounds pass their barrier before he finally manages to speak:

“Oh—Oh my God, I-I’m s—”

You don’t let him finish his stupid sentence. You don’t think twice before you take his face in your hands and lean in to kiss him again, with shameless intent this time. No more pretending—you’ve been waiting long enough for this and apparently, so has he.

It’s nothing gentle this time when your mouths crash against each other, teeth clashing and lips bruising under the weight of twenty years. You hold to his face like a lifeline, fingers sinking just a bit into his cheekbones, the tip of your nails getting caught in the knots of his dripping hair just above his ears. It’s messy, your noses rubbing before he angles his face better. One of his hands loops around your waist in a tight grip, forcing your chest to crush against his, the other burying in your hair at the base of your skull.

The feeling is electrifying, indescribable. It’s nothing like the pale, miserable depiction of your imagination. It’s discovering life in color when all you’ve always known was black and white.

The water is cool, but his body scorches against yours, burns your skin in the most exquisite way. The kiss is desperate on both parts, but neither of you is confident. His lips suck on yours with tentative motions, and you respond in kind the best you can. They are hungry, starving for flesh but don’t know how to hunt.

Your hands are gripping more and more of his hair, pulling harder, sending waves of heat all the way down his groin, and he’s not sure he can hide the bulge growing there for much longer.

He has to be sure, he has to be absolutely certain you want this as much as he does, because once he starts, he may not be able to stop. But you feel so good, all pressed against him. Your skin feels so soft under his hand at the small of your back he has to dig his nails in the skin of your waist so he doesn’t cross a line. But the curve just above your ass is begging for him to grip at the tender flesh and squeeze, fill his hands with it. He’s been dreaming about this for so long.

No, he can’t just hurl himself at you like a hunting wolf the first chance he gets—what kind of friend does that?

It takes him every bit of focus he has left to break the kiss, to part away from you. You have to discuss this, he can’t just throw away twenty years of friendship! Now you’re looking up at him with puppy eyes saying, ‘Why won’t you play with me?’ He breathes out a shaky sigh, and begins:

“Um, look. Believe me when I say I’ve wanted this for a very, very long time, and I love you so, so much. As a friend, I mean.” He sees you frown at this, catches a glint of something he doesn’t like in your eyes, then panics. “No, no, no, I mean, a-as a friend, but also more than that, o-obviously. But I don’t know what you want, you might be...d-disappointed, or...um—” His face starts heating up like it hasn’t in ages. He takes another breath, tries to clear up the muddled mess happening in his head. “Look, I just want the best for you, but you look...good, very good, and you’re making things very difficult for me, doing...this—”

“Izuku.” The deafening hubbub filling his mind falls suddenly silent, your voice a comforting, steady rock for him to cling to when his mind is storming out of control.

“Yeah?”

You get even closer to him, since he gradually set some distance while mumbling his anxious thoughts out again. You cup his face in your hands, a gentle, featherlight touch, and look up at him with determination in your eyes. You pull his head down a bit to settle on yours, your foreheads and noses connected, never breaking eye contact. Your lips graze over his, both your breaths mixing there, your voice a quiet whisper as you speak again. “Do you want me?”

Out of the jittery mess of his mind, the answer comes out like evidence, plain and simple: “Yes.”

“Then shut up and kiss me.”

You take action immediately, kissing him once again and this time he doesn’t hesitate to put his—still rather shaky—hands on you. The feeling of you is addicting, pushing his insecurities further in the back of his mind. He starts at your waist, running his thumbs there, feeling the goosebumps rising on your skin. They wander up your spine, counting every single bump of your bones, all the way to your nape. Then dragging them back down to settle on your hips, his fingers digging in the soft flesh. The little sigh you breathe on his lips causes an impressive amount of blood to run straight to his dick. 

Your mouth is distracting, dizzying, sucking on his bottom lip, nipping playfully. His tongue slides over your lips, then against your own when you open up immediately for him. You’re pressing against him even more, your breasts rubbing against his naked chest and he swears you’re going to be the death of him. You’re hanging from his shoulders by now, your arms circling his neck, still gripping a handful of green hair, pulling. You have to stop doing this—he might cum right away. He doesn’t say it aloud, only lets a moan escape him into your mouth.

He wanted this, wanted this for so long, and now that it’s real, it’s beyond everything he could have imagined. The heat of your skin, the weight on his shoulders as you cling to him, your breath in his mouth, your little sighs.

He’s only now noticing that his hands have gone to reach their destination with a mind of their own. They’re on your ass underwater, feeling the white, wet lace, the sole cloth on your entire body—that thing is just there to tempt him. He’s unsure if you like what he’s doing until you release a whimper, louder this time, enough to send a vibration against his mouth (and straight to his cock at the same time).

Suddenly, he wants to taste a lot more of you. You’re all open up to him for the first time—he has to. He trails a series of open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, savoring every little sigh escaping your lips, then to your neck, dragging his tongue up the column of your throat.

The water is fresh all over you, and he doesn’t miss the shivers running up and down your skin at the contact of the twilight breeze. He needs to warm you up, needs to make you feel good, needs everything to be perfect for you. With his hands still on your ass, he trails lower down to your collarbone, allowing some occasional nips on the way that have you shaking. He freezes, looking up at you from there.

“Is this okay?”

The answer comes out breathy, a little desperate: “Yes, yes, please!” It sends a wave of heat all over him, the way you like what he’s doing to you, the way he’s making you feel good.

He’s not experienced or anything, only had a few hookups a couple of times, so he’s not very confident in his capacities, aside from running his hands all over you because that’s how his instincts are manifesting. You know him better than anyone—of course you would know how lost he could be in this kind of situation. But he also knows you’re not much more experienced than him, and that thought is comforting.

He’s experienced in one thing, though. He feels like the worst, filthiest person on the planet for this, but it’s astonishing the number of times he jerked off to the thought of what’s happening right now. How many times did he fuck his hand in the shower thinking about the water trickling down your skin, about licking it off your breasts all the way up to your neck.

So he does what he’s been dying to do for years. your breasts are just above the surface, so he sits on his heels and licks down your chest. When his tongue finally reaches your nipple, giving it a tentative lick, you let out a gasp, encouraging him to get bolder. And he does, closing his mouth on it like it’s the sweetest lollipop; it’s all cold and hard and raised from the water, but it warms up really quickly against the furnace of his mouth. His right hand leaves your ass to cup the neglected other, running his thumb against the bud, squeezing the flesh. That’s when you reach out to bury a hand in his hair, and pull again. God, you can pull on his hair all day and night like this; he’ll never get enough.

His left hand, still on your ass, rises up to the small of your back, feeling you arching more and more, pushing against his mouth. A harder nip has you gasping and he lets his hands run all over you, wandering without direction. It’s messy and urgent; he can’t help it—you feel so good, so soft under his hands. He’s like a kid getting to open his Christmas gifts in the morning after an endless, sleepless night waiting for Santa.

You trail your hand down his chest and his abdomen, a gentle reminder that the power he holds right now could slip through his fingers any moment. He’s willing to give it to you, especially since he doesn’t really know what to do next.

Like you just read his mind, you take his hands in yours, stopping their chaotic race. He’s feeling himself flush a bit—was he going too fast for you? Did he scare you? Or did he just let himself become overwhelmed by his feelings and it didn’t feel good for you? His eyes are looking down directly at your naked chest, he realizes he never took a proper look at them, too busy throwing himself to taste them. They look just as good as they taste, as beautiful as the rest of you.

Tentatively, he raises his eyes to find your reassuring gaze and fond smile. You lead his hands down slowly, setting them on your hips, over the criminal lace fabric preserving your modesty. Your foreheads connect again, but you never break eye contact. Lacing your fingers together, you guide his thumbs into the elastic on both sides, and now that he gets what you’re trying to do, his mind just stops.

Your voice is barely a whisper, a mesmerizing caress on his lips when you speak again. “I think I’ve waited long enough, Zuku.”

Your tone is fond, but you sound so desperate, it’s unbearably cute. His mind fogs up, the smoke of your words filling his skull and he wants to drive you as mad as you drive him. Sure, you’ve waited a lot, but so has he. He isn’t going to rush this, not if he has any say in it.

He slides your panties down your thighs underwater inch by inch. It’s even too slow for him; right now he just wants to rip the stupid piece of lace off of you and fuck you and him both stupid in the water, hard and fast. But even more than that, he wants to take his time with you, wants to take you apart piece by piece. And the testy whine it elicits from you makes it all so worth it.

You shift a bit so he can take your underwear completely off and, in a second, it lays abandoned on the sandy ground of the shore. Just knowing you’re now completely naked in front of him, it sends boiling desire flowing through every single vein in his body. He can’t see that part of you yet, the water darkening along with the sky clouding his view beneath the surface, but nightfall can’t do anything about Izuku’s wild imagination. He’s dizzy, feeling himself slowly falling into a half-conscious daze, but you anchor him right where you are, bringing him back to the reality of your arms hooked around his neck.

He rests his hands on your hips, dragging his fingertips down the soft flesh of them. The idea of touching you down there is making his head spin, he can’t wait any longer.

“Can I—”

“Yes, I want your fingers inside me,” you say before driving your lips back against his.

Without further ado, one of them goes straight to your core, making you jump a bit, breaking the kiss just for a second. He runs his index between your folds, feeling hot slick already coming out of you despite the fresh water around. His touch is light, slow, hesitant as it glides up and down, testing the waters. He’s getting a bit further, putting a bit more pressure with every stroke and earning a few pleased sighs from your heavenly mouth.

He expected a sudden reaction as soon as he found your clit, but that doesn’t mean he was prepared for the drawn-out moan coming out of your gorgeous lips, wet from his mouth and from your dip earlier. He wants to hear that again, every day for the rest of his life. He drags his thumb over it, again and again, slow at first, but then quicker and quicker, and your voice grows louder with every speed-up of his finger.

Your hands go frantic over him, running up his chest and down his abs in repeated motions that feel a lot like it’s lust driving your limbs much more than your mind. You stopped kissing him at some point, your mouth too busy expressing every ounce of pleasure you felt to focus on such basic motions. Your face is buried in his neck, your hot breath crushing against his skin.

He presses his index inside, but he’s so focused on what he’s doing, trying not to hurt you, that he doesn’t notice the shift of your own hand leaning down until he feels it cupping the painful bulge in his boxers. His eyes go wide with a gasp, and when he looks at you, you already have a playful, but intense, gaze piercing right through him.

“Did you think I was gonna let you play all on your own, Zuku?” Your fingers graze over the soaked fabric, down his entire length and to his balls, throwing gasoline on the fire that’s been consuming him for ages. “Don’t be selfish,” you whisper directly in his ear as your hands slip his underwear down his thighs.

As soon as the piece of cloth gets to join your forgotten panties on the shore, you wrap your pretty hand around him. And when you start stroking, his eyes roll so hard he swears he can see the inside of his skull. It feels better than he ever could have imagined; it’s blistering, astonishing. The only idea his brain can manage to work out right now is that he wants you to feel just as good.

He only notices now that his fingers stopped moving, and they go right back to a steady pace, but it’s a matter of seconds before he drives another finger into you. Soon, you’re both fucking the life out of each other with your hands. You’re sucking and nipping at his ear, and every single moan he draws out of you ends up turning against him, breaking into the defenses he built year after year by your side. He’s simply fucking into your hand now. He can’t help it, you feel so good. He doesn’t even want to think about what it’s going to feel like to fuck into your tight little cunt, he might cum hard just from the thought of it.

The spongy spot he finds inside you feels like he just struck gold. It’s glorious, the sounds you make right now, higher, louder. You’re tightening around his fingers, but it’s okay—you can crush them for all he cares. He wants you to moan higher for him, wants you to keep riding his fingers like your life depends on it.

“Izuku, ah—I’m close, I’m so close, please…”

“I got you, baby. I got you, shit—”

He quickens the pace again, feels like his fingers are gonna fall off his hand the moment he gets them out of you, but fuck, what his princess wants, his princess is gonna get. Your orgasms shatter the both of you to pieces, and in the bliss of his high, he can hear some birds flying away, scared by the harmonious, but probably very loud, song of your combined moans.

While his cum strikes out by ropes into the water, his clouded mind can only think about one thing.

He needs more of you.

You can barely stand on your knees, worn out from cumming the hardest you have in your entire life. You actually have to lean on Izuku so you don’t fall into the water head first like some boneless ragdoll. You just let your forehead rest on his shoulder and count the freckles there, splattered in a fascinating work of abstraction.

But apparently, he has other plans. You’re swiftly lifted up and out of the water, huge scarred hands firmly holding the back of your thighs that immediately come to circle his waist.

“Oh, nice. I don’t mind getting carried around like a baby. Where are we going?”

“Not far,” he says with a little grin, walking out of the water. “Do you think you’ll be able to walk?” His voice holds a sarcastic tone, one you’re not used to hearing out of Izuku’s angel mouth.

“I think I can manage, yeah.”

He drops you to stand on your legs, and immediately goes for his backpack. The sun has just set, its last rays of light filling the pink sky over your heads. You can still easily make out everything around you, and Izuku’s body is no exception.

You’re watching him with a raised eyebrow, letting your shameless gaze follow every curve you couldn’t see underwater. The day he started exercising in high school was the day you knew it was over for you. It was the day you couldn’t deny what you felt anymore, you couldn’t deny your best friend was everything you needed, and everything you wished for. The physical factor was only a—very pleasant— addition to the list of things that made you fall hard for Izuku Midoriya.

Your eyes linger over his impressive figure, staring at the dimples at the small of his back. You always knew they were here, but you never allowed yourself to look at them, to imagine how they would grow repeatedly hollow with every thrust of his hips into you.

He finally digs out what he was looking for: a plaid picnic blanket, because of course he would have one in there. He’s wearing a little victorious smile when he stands and turns around to spread it on a grassy spot that looks a lot more comfortable than the hard ground. He turns back to you but averts his gaze to the side, hardly looking directly at you for more than a second at a time. The heat of his gaze tracing your curves through quick glances pools deep in your core. 

“You know you can look, right?” You sure aren’t refraining from doing so after all.

His face reaches its usual redness—hasn’t he learned anything from making you cum like crazy with just his fingers? It’s cute nonetheless; Izuku will never change.

He doesn’t answer your rhetorical question, only gives you a shy command in that tentative, very cute voice of his.

“Could you lay down on this for me?”

You saw this coming, but still, you’re a bit surprised he’s asking you that out loud. You gladly oblige with your legs pressed together, slightly bent. It’s another golden opportunity to tease him a bit:. “This isn’t exactly the right use for this blanket. Aren’t we supposed to eat on this?”

He smiles at the ground while kneeling at your feet.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.”

Your sly smile fades away. His tone is a contradictory mix of shyness and determination, so it’s a bit confusing but also unbearably hot—you swear an astounding wave of heat is crashing through your deepest parts, untouched, just from some words and a funny tone. You rub your thighs together before he grabs and parts them to slip himself between them.

He crawls over you and leans down to kiss you, a bit more confident than earlier. His hips are pressing between your legs, where you can feel his hardness best.

He’s rutting more and more against you as the kiss intensifies. You could think it’d be a lot less exciting now that you know he’s going to eat you out, there’d be no suspense. Wrong. The little shit apparently likes to tease you to death, because he left your lips to kiss your face, nip at your neck, suck at your ears. Dragging his devilish hands everywhere, pressing harder each time you get louder. An especially heavy whine makes him buck hard, his mouth back against yours.

“The more impatient you get, the slower it’s gonna be,” he murmurs against your lips, and starts to make his way down to where you want him, kissing every inch of you, clouding your mind with desire. It’s way too much and still not enough; it’s maddening. When he finally reaches down, you’re on the verge of a second orgasm like you hadn’t just come down a few minutes ago.

He’s holding your thighs apart in a firm grip. Just the touch of his fingers burns your skin deliciously, and the look he’s giving you from between your legs...his eyes are clouded, half-lidded, looking at the part of you he’s never gotten to see before. It feels like he’s been looking forever and just a second at the same time.

He finally dips into you, leaving butterfly kisses all over your inner thighs, punctuated by little nips, nuzzling the soft skin. He’s not looking you in the eye anymore, his gaze lingering all over your body—all over except for your face. You can make out a slight blush on his cheeks despite the dimness all around. You know him better than anyone, so you immediately recognize what’s going on in his mind just from the slightest hint in his eyes. He looks like he’s fighting a battle against himself, his shyness against his hunger. And you know who you’re both rooting for.

He finally gives in, and it takes your breath away. A single, slight lick on your clit and you’re gone. And the next ones, more and more intense, more and more hungry, push you further to tumble over your edge. He grunts into your heat, multiple times. Moans like he’s the one squirming under your mouth.

His hands hold a firm grip on your hips, squeezing the flesh and keeping you in place—he doesn’t even give you an inch to move. You can only take and take and take. But you still have the luxury of your free hands, and they rush to bury in the knots of his messy wet curls, your nails dragging, scratching his scalp.

His lips close on your clit and suck just a bit, and before you can refrain, you pull on his hair, hard. He gasps, and the moment you think you hurt him, he breathes his loudest moan, right into you. You’re filled with the vibrations—they spread all over your body, have you throwing your head back, trembling from head to toe.

The louder you are, the hungrier he gets, filling you with his insatiable tongue. You have to look at him right now. And you expected quite a show, but you certainly weren't prepared to see this—him rutting against the ground like an animal. You realize he’s getting off just from your taste, just from eating you out. His hips roll repeatedly, making you salivate just to the thought of those same hips bucking into yours, fucking you into oblivion. And the more he ruts, the louder he gets.

Now if he wants to moan, you’re going to give him a good reason to. 

You hint for him to face you with a light tug on his hair. As soon as he’s back up, he dives in to kiss you. You don’t let him. In a second he’s on his back with you seated on his hips.

“What did I say about letting you play on your own, hm?”

The ‘deer caught in headlights’ look is so cute on him. And the rest is a marvel to look at. You’re straddling him and he has no other choice than to let you devour him with your eyes—not that he couldn’t bounce you off of him with just a thrust of his hips, but he already would have if he wanted to. You let your gaze wander mindlessly over him—it’s surreal. There’s no way he’s actually under you, waiting for you to please him back with his mouth and jaw still shining with your juices. It has to be a dream—it’s always been after all.

You shift so you’re straddling his parted thighs. You can finally take a look at him. The whole thing, that is. His cock is resting against his lower stomach, hard and swollen and thick. It’s a pretty, bright pink, shining with pre-cum at the tip. Your mouth waters just at the sight of it.

He’s looking down at you, his face as flushed as his dick, that usual blush still exquisitely coating his freckles. You take him in your hand, dive in to give a lick to the tip and his head falls back down with a whimper. You let your tongue drag over the whole length on the underside, and your lips close around the tip in a wet smooch. His hips jerk up a bit, startling you.

You finally take him whole in your mouth, and you can feel his whole body tensing under you. You start bobbing up and down, going a bit further each time, earning a series of shameless moans because this boy is loud. You expected him to express himself during sex since he’s such a mumbler—and frankly, it was always one of your biggest fantasies, hearing him come undone because of you, lose any sense of shame and self-restriction when he’s such a anxious person otherwise.

But you could’ve thought about it every night and day and still never be ready for this. It’s sinful. His hand goes to grab your hair just like you did to him, and now you get why he liked it so much. The feel of his nails scratching your scalp is electrifying, soothing and destructive at the same time.

Your tongue hits a precise spot just under the tip and he jerks up again, nearly screams, “Fuck—yes, right there, please—d-do that again!”

And you do, you can only oblige—he asked so nicely. Your lips go up and down, over and over, your tongue grazing this spot with a bit more pressure every single time. You squint over him, and what you find there is a mess. Trying so hard not to buck into your mouth but failing miserably. Sounding like he’s at Heaven’s gate.

“Easy, Zuku. You’re gonna scare the birds away,” you chuckle against him, your lips brushing the tip, dripping with your saliva and pre-cum.

“Do I need to remind you…how loud you were for me earlier?” He’s looking back down at you as he speaks, a tremble in his voice telltale of his approaching climax. “You sounded...so good, baby, I swear...wanna hear you again, wanna make you scream, just for me, fuck—”

You can feel yourself soaking the blanket, can feel the slick trickle down your folds and stain the plaid cotton. Is he aware of what he’s doing? Or is he just saying whatever is going through his chaotic mind? In any case it has you starving. So you let go of his cock and, before he can protest, crawl back to his face and kiss him desperately. Tasting both of your fluids in a mindblowing mix.

You pull back just enough to be able to speak, because you need him to understand you loud and clear when you say:  “Please, Izuku, I need you inside me, I’ve waited so long. Please.”

“Okay, okay, fuck—” He cuts himself off, his eyes slightly drooping like a sad puppy. “I-I don’t have any condoms.”

“You mean you probably have pads in there for me but no condoms?” you say with your eyebrows raised, your mocking tone hinting at a teasing remark, far from criticism.

He frowns in confusion. “How do you know I have pads in there?”

“So the legend turns out to be true. After all these years—”

“Shut up, you’re impossible,” he chuckles heatlessly, resting his hands on your back.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” you assure him with a soft tone.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m on the pill, yeah.”

He rolls his eyes, then clarifies, a hint of hesitation clear in his voice.

“No I mean...you’re sure you wanna do this?” He marks a brief pause, takes a short breath. “With me?”

You don’t even think before answering, it slips your mouth like it’s not even your own words: “I don’t want it with anyone else.”

There’s a silence.

“Fuck, that sounds cheesy,” you scoff, looking away.

“It does, but we’re both cheesy idiots, apparently.”

You look back at him. His smile is so fond, so loving; it melts your heart in the best way.

“I wanna be your cheesy idiot,” you say against his mouth, looking right into his eyes, willing to fall in them.

“You always have been,” he nearly whispers. It fills your stomach with familiar warmth, intense and overwhelming, comforting.

There’s a bittersweet taste in your mouth, one of regret and lost time and God, we’re idiots.

Now it’s about time you make up for it all.

You look down at him, rolling your hips against him, dripping all over his cock, coating him in your juices.

“I think I asked you something, didn’t I?”

A whimper escapes him at the feeling. His hips buck up slightly, hands gripping at your back. When you do it again, you don’t get the chance to see his reaction; you’re on your back again, him towering over you, his thigh between your legs.

He’s looking at you with something in his eyes you don’t recognize, but the tone he speaks with has your entire body quaking.

“And you’re gonna get it, sweetheart.”

He holds himself over his left forearm, his hand thumbing at your cheek while the other strokes the whole length of your thigh. Your noses are brushing, your breaths crashing together. Your hands hold tight to his nape, playing with the short hair mindlessly as you’re waiting to be filled, finally.

You feel the stretch instantly. You try to focus on those mesmerizing emerald gems he calls eyes. They look right through your soul, eating you up and you barely feel the pain. He’s taking it slow, inch by inch, giving you all the time you need, caressing your cheek with a tender stroke of his thumb.

“Relax for me, baby.”

Izuku’s voice is a soothing sound over the incessant chirping of the grasshoppers. It was always one of your favorite things to hear, its every tone another blessing to your ears. It’s loving when he asks if you’re okay, comforting when he whispers sweet nothings to you as you cry on his shoulder, heartening when he’s going on about anything he’s passionate about.

He’s kissing every part of skin he has access to, over your face, your jaw, your neck. You feel yourself relaxing around him, and roll your hips up to give him the hint.

When he starts moving it’s still slow and careful. He doesn’t break eye contact, so you can see his every reaction, and he can see all yours. His hand is still playing with your hair, even as his pace speeds up with every second. The weight of him over you feels amazing, it holds him close against you, countless parts of you both rubbing together: your chests, your stomachs, your thighs. He doesn’t even have a lot of space to move. But getting to touch and get touched by him like this, it's incredible. You always had him so close to you, always right there and still so out of reach.

You still need more; you’re insatiable. You need to see him come undone under you, because of you. You push him to roll on his back, and you end up straddling him, setting the pace yourself. You start bouncing up and down on his cock, taking balance on the hard planes of his abs. He immediately reaches up to grab your hips, guiding you along.

His face tenses up, frowning, his nose wrinkling, his lips parted just to let out a series of breathy sighs. He looks wrecked and dizzy and stunning. He’s keeping his eyes open, fixed up on you, specifically on your breasts, bouncing with your every motion. And you can feel his gaze on your skin just as much as you feel his hands gripping harder at the flesh below your hips.

“Eyes up here, Zuku,” you coo with two fingers pointed at your eyes.

He doesn’t answer, only sits up easily and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You look so amazing, you have no idea what you do to me,” he says with a trembling voice, filled with bliss.

Your heart misses a beat at his words, they fill you with warmth and comfort because he definitely doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing to you. He delves his face into your neck, kissing and nuzzling, his breath coming shorter and shorter, crashing against your skin and his hands running all over you. The sound of his hoarse voice resonates through the forest and through your soul, echoing an enchanting song.

With little effort, he puts you back under him so he can pound into you with full force, and your legs immediately come up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your hands grab his hair, tugging to see if you get the same reaction as earlier, and it doesn’t miss: he lets out a groan right into your ear, speeding up his pace again.

The sky is dark now, and all you can hear are his moans and yours and the slap of your hips coming together repeatedly. Your head is thrown back when he grabs you by the hair, forcing you to turn your head and face him.

“Look at me. I wanna see you.”

“Izuku, I’m gonna—”

“I know, baby. Let go for me, come on.”

Just the feel of his hand trailing down your stomach awakens something in you, this familiar pressure growing tight in your belly. And when his fingers reach your clit, a couple of strokes are enough to have you screaming his name, tightening around him, and pulling him towards his climax with you. His thrusts come franticly as you milk him dry, clawing desperately at his back, panting in his mouth as he leaned down to kiss you through both your climaxes.

As soon as he comes down, he rolls over on his side, still laying close to you, an arm thrown over you. You both take a minute to catch your breaths and, weirdly enough, you don’t hear anything aside from your panting. You really must have scared the birds away. Izuku breaks the silence first.

“Do you wanna...sleep at my place?”

He’s looking over at you and, despite the sky getting dark, you can easily imagine the blush coating his cheeks right now, like he didn’t make you scream his name, drunk on his cock two minutes ago.

You can’t repress your fond smile at his proposition.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

You take a minute to gather your clothes from all over the place and get dressed, then grab your bag to tug it over your shoulder.

“You got everything?”

Izuku is waiting for you just outside the trees. You take a quick look around, making sure you haven’t forgotten anything, and turn around without a second look at the place.

Because although it was your first time setting foot here, it definitely won’t be the last; you will come back here with Izuku every chance you get, making it your shared secret, your own little wonderland.

You gladly take the hand he’s offering, making him blush a little harder, and you head straight back into the forest together.

You walk side by side as a comfortable silence settles, only disturbed by the grasshoppers’ incessant, boisterous chirping. The sky is utterly dark now, you can make out a few stars shining above the dense trees. You walk at a steady pace, but Izuku is going a bit faster with every step. Soon enough, he’s walking a bit ahead of you, still holding your hand. Another golden occasion to tease his eagerness.

“Are we in a hurry, Zuku?”

In the dark of the night, you struggle to make out the look on his face as he turns around to look at you. A second later, he’s running, and with your hand firmly held in his, you can’t do much but try to follow along. You giggle as you run, and it quickly grows into a belly-deep laughter. He’s fast, doesn’t get tired, but you follow him anyway, probably as eager as he is. You have to zig-zag so you don’t run straight into the massive trees standing in your way.

You get to the car in no time, but you’re both out of breath when you finally get in your respective seats, ready to go home.

Izuku doesn’t even wait to catch his breath before he starts the car, the engine roaring loudly in the silence of the night, probably scaring the birds away for the upteenth time that night. You catch his happy grin in the headlights glow before he heads back into the road.

You have a feeling the night is not over; you’ve only got twenty years to make up for after all.

[lahotelbellamuerte]

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟯 - issue #2. falling for you

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pairing; five x eight x slight!diego warnings; language, angst, five being annoyed at everyone, not much. word count: 7.2k notes; not much, besides me being evil, didn't proofread again.

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As if nothing had occurred, Five and Hazel zapped back to the same street. This time no war was happening on it. Everything seeming normal just as it should’ve been. 

"Okay, what the hell was that?" Five exclaimed beginning to freak out. 

"The end of the world, November 25, 1963," Hazel replied to the teenage boy. 

"'63..." Five repeated softly looking around, clasping his hands he chuckled softly. "You know, Hazel, I'm no history buff, but I don't recall there being a nuclear holocaust."

Hazel scoffed, "No, shit," he replied.

"What happens to my family?" Five asked, recalling seeing his wife among all of them.

"Dead, like everyone else," He deadpanned, not seeing the reason to lie or sugar coat it. 

Five raised an eyebrow, "Even Eight?" he asked surprised knowing she could've had the biggest chance of living. All those times Reginald had screwed into their brains, that she was the golden child. 

Hazel sighed, she was a more complicated answer that he can’t talk about. So he just shrugged and looked at the boy, “Don’t know,” he simply said. 

Five nodded understanding, "And where am I now?" he asked him. 

"Dallas. Same street. Ten days earlier," He replied walking around to sit on the bench, "Plenty of time to restore the timeline and save them,” he said and sat on the bench. 

The teenager followed and sat next to him, "So where do we start?" he questioned hoping to have someone like Hazel to help this time around. 

"'We'? You're on your own, pal," Hazel replied tiredly, his arm leaning on the case, "I'm just here to keep a promise to Agnes."

Realizing his tone of voice, he knew what he meant, "Is she...?"

"Dead?" Hazel asked, not necessarily minding talking about it.

"Yeah," Five said nodding.

"Cancer," Hazel confirmed, "Took her quick. But we had 20 good years together. I guess forever just wasn't in the cards."

Five gave him a sympathetic look, knowing all too well what losing someone felt like, "I'm sorry, Hazel."

The two paused not saying anything, in respect to the late woman. But Five was the first to break it. "What about the Commission?" he asked curiously.

"I quit those assholes, remember? I don't owe 'em the fuzz off my peaches," He replied simply with a shrug. 

Five said nothing and looked forward, his eyes catching the sight of three strange men. Getting up he furrowed his eyebrows, "Well then, who the hell are those guys?" he questioned as he saw them take out their guns.

Hazel knew his end was about to come, and quickly shoved something in Five's coat pocket, "Run!" He called shoving the case against his chest.

Five blinked out of the way of the bullets, while Hazel sat on the bench taking the bullets. Before he could be hit, he jumped from the area behind a car. As he did, he looked at the case that had been shot and was now smoking. Cursing he blinked to a nearby roof to avoid being killed. Making the right call, the men began to shoot at the aqua car and nearby area. Walking forward to see if he was indeed dead, all they found was a case.

Laying on the roof of a store, panting he listened to three men leave the ara. Five blinked again into an alleyway. Fidgeting with his tie, and looking behind his shoulder for any enemies. Looking up he caught the movement of curtains quickly shut close. And above a camera set up. Stomping his way towards the door, he blinked past it towards the stairs. Walking to the top floor he adjusted his blazer. Leaning to the door trying to peak in. Knocking on it, he didn't wait for long before another door behind him opened.

A skinny crazy looking man opened the door, "What do you want?” He asked hoping he didn’t sound too suspicious and he fidgeted. 

Five leaned forward, "Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group. I was curious if—" but the door was slammed in his face.

Five scoffed and blinked in the room then began walking towards the man. Usually be would be more careful about using his ability to strangers, but he didn’t have the luxury to care at the moment. The older man shirked at the sight of Five inside his house. How did he get in? Is all that could run in his brain as he panted, moving his hand through his counter. Then hastily opening a drawer and holding a knife to the teenage boy. 

Five couldn’t help but feel amused as he watched the man spiral into panic. 

"How'd you do that?" the man gasped out, pointing a small object at Five.

"Don't really have time to explain," He replied disinterestedly sighing. 

Still, pointing his useless weapon he spoke up again, "You from the Pentagon? Huh?"

"Definitely not," Five answered confidently cocking his head, remembering why he hated the 60s so much. 

Still pointing his weapon the man spoke up, "CIA? FBI? KGB?" he continued to press seriously.

Five ignored his question as his eyes landed on the pot of coffee on the table, “Is that fresh?" Five asked and blinked towards the table. 

Again the man screams slightly and began panting hard, pointing his weapon everywhere trying to keep up with the boy in his home.

Five just grabbed the coffee pot and a mug and began to pour some in as the man was huddled in the corner. As he put the pot down and began to sip from the mug, he glanced at the man walking past him. The boy looked around the place and looked down at the mug humming.

"Is this Colombian?" The boy asked towards the frightened man, genuinely curious as to what blend the coffee was. 

Still frightened the man shook his head, ”It's my own blend," the man corrected.

Five nodded and looked down again to the cup, “My wife would've enjoyed this," he said bringing the cup up in the air. 

The man frowned a little, now confused. Wife? He thought to himself. The boy didn't look older than eighteen, yet as his eyes traveled to the hand that was holding the mug, landing on the golden band that was snug on his finger. 

Five didn't think too much about his words, rather he looked around at the room. Seeing the many newspaper clips tabled to the walls. Radio and antenna all around. Many have to do with strange sights or anomalies.

"Have you ever heard of, uh, Area 51? Roswell?" Five questioned the man, knowing this would begin to stir some excitement in the man. 

The older frightened man scoffed and chuckled, seeming excited. Dropping his pathetic choice of a weapon onto a table. He smiled wide, "Hot damn! Whoo! See, I always knew we weren't the only ones. See, Eleanor thought my head wasn't screwed on tight, but...but its' all true, yeah? UFOs, crop circles."

Five paused when he mentioned a certain name, looking away below the balcony that held television sets, moving away he tuned to him with a brow raised, "Eleanor?"

The man waved him off, "Late wife," he said, not really caring, the whole UFO seeming more important. 

Five was now a bit put off, but he shook his head, it couldn’t he his Eleanor could it? He hoped it wasn’t so he put it in the back burner for now. 

The man went back to questioning him, "It's true isn't it?"

"Well, the truth is out there," Five mentioned not going into specifics.

"No, no, no, no, no, The... The truth, it's..right here in front of us," The man said walking up closer to the boy, "Tell me, why is it always an anal probe?"

Five leaned closer, "Any closer, and I'll melt your brain," he empty-worded threatened the man.

And step back he did, "He needs a little space. Yes, I'll be over here," the man chuckled not wanting to get on the bad side of the boy.

"All those contraptions on the roof, you built those, right?" Five asked as he walked along the man's desk looking at the loose papers set on them.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, sure did," the man confirmed rapidly, "Yeah, I've been tracking anomalies in the atmosphere. Just waiting."

Five looked at him oddly, "Waiting for what?" he questioned putting the cup down. 

The man paused and looked at him as if he were the answer, , "For you," he answers plainly.

Five furrowed his eyebrows confused, not getting what he meant. How did he know he was going to be here?

"For all of you," he corrected, to let him know he didn’t know specifically just about him. He began jumping into the story knowing the boy was confused.

"It all started 1960, the year the Silverstone Omega was released. I was in the middle of a sale when something very...strange happened."

In the very room years prior, the man stood explaining to his customers the works of the large television before them.

"This here, the Silverstone Omega, is one of our top sellers, in true ColorVision. Ha! Who knows that Lucy's hair was red?" The man chuckled, as his customers did too.

As he looked above them he noticed bright lights coming from his loft above. As something crackling could be heard from a distance. His smile was wiped right off his face. Something was happening. 

"Um, could you just....a moment?" he told his customers.

Not waiting for another second, the man shot up quickly up the stairs and walked over to his window where the sight was a man wearing a dark green vest yelling at the sky.

"Diego! Allison!" the voice of no other than Klaus yelled to the sky. 

"So for the past three years, I've witnessed six energy surges in the alleyway out back. Same thing every time, a bright blue light mixed with colors I can’t even explain—then something appears." He explained to Five who wasn't looking at him but at the wall of the pictures taken.

"Did you get a good look at any of them?" Five questioned hoping Eight was one of them.

"Yeah, the first one. And then the big sensitive one," He said.

This caught Five's attention, "Sensitive?" he asked turning to the man thinking it was some joke. 

"Yeah, cried a lot, kept coming back to the alley, sat around for hours calling a woman's name," he paused looking around his head for an answer then he snapped his fingers, "Uh... Allison."

"Luther," Five confirmed looking back at the wall, knowing it was his stupid large brother pinning after Allison, where ever they may be. 

"Yeah, he wasn't the only one, the others came too, off and on over the years, looking for each other, Eventually they just stopped." The man said as Five looked at the scattered photos on the wall, his eyes lingering on the blonde. Seeing her shadowy figure hand above her head, probably to block out the sun. 

"So, my family is alive," he said to himself tearing his eyes off the pictures, "Shit. I stranded them here," he said to himself again then turning to the man.

"Now listen to me..." Five began as he walked up to the man who stumbled back, and tripped over his couch.

"Elliot, the name's Elliot," Elliot said as he was pushed back to his radio table, afraid the boy would melt his brain as he had said earlier. 

Not caring what his name was Five replied, "Whatever, all right? I got ten days to find them and save the world. Now, I need your help to do that." he finished looking at the man seriously.

"You need....my....? I, uh..." He stumbled as Five stood a little close to him. Searching through a drawer he pulled out pieces of paper.

"I always thought that this, uh, mugshot looked like arrival number five, and this newspaper clipping held a photo of a woman named Eleanor Magnolia, looked like arrival number four," He said, giving it to him, then realized the named Eleanor must of caught his attention earlier, “Not my wife, different Eleanor by the way,” he said holding them up. 

Five snatched the papers from Elliot and looked down to see Diego's mugshot, then flipping to the other and seeing the familiar smile of Eight. "Diego, Eight," he said looking at the photos. They were safe and sound, at least that��s what he hoped. 

"So, is that helpful?" Elliot sighed.

"You have no idea," Five said, simply folding them both and blinking out of the building.

In a different part of Dallas, was Eight Hargreeves—well to her she was Eleanor Magnolia—now Fitzgerald. The moment she woke up at the doctor's office. She couldn't recall anything about her life except a name. A name that rang in her head over and over again. Eleanor Magnolia. The doctor had told her and the woman who had found her, had seen her hit the ground pretty rough. The result of the head trauma had caused her to lose her memory, and it was impossible to tell if she'd ever remember it. 

Luck did follow the fellow blonde, as the woman who had found her, Lucy Fitzgerald—not related to the author— had offered her a place to stay. Telling her she would help her until her memory came back or, someone claimed to know her from the newspaper listings. Lucy didn’t mind the presence of the blonde, as she always wanted a daughter, now had a chance to have a grown teenage one. Eleanor wasn’t just a beautiful face, but brilliant as well. 

Christopher the boy who had hit he with his bike, felt bad at the situation. So, he didn’t mind having her around, she was good company in the big lonely house.In a way, he got a gift from the world. A new sister.

And last to meet in the house was no other than the head. Luke Fitzgerald a man of his time. A brilliant engineer that was always tinkering to make something new. When he had met Eleanor, he was more than happy to grant her a place to stay. His son after all had given her a concussion, so what way to pay it off than money. 

With a while of the blonde moving into their daily routine, he found the blonde was brilliant. Even if major parts of her memory were gone, she still knew how to be the smartest in the room. He was delighted to have someone to share his hobbies with. His son wasn’t that all fond with anything he did. 

Eleanor in the short months she lived with the family, was assimilated into it. Without shame, she called Lucy and Luke her parents. And Christopher, her dumb little brother that she always messed with. Even though she didn't know her past, she couldn't help but not worry about it any longer. She just hoped that if she did have a family they didn't worry and that she was in good hands. She couldn't help but feel blessed with the family she called hers now.

But somehow, something always lingered in the back of her head. A small little voice that she couldn’t quite reach or hear. 

"Hey, big whale! Mom is calling us for lunch!" Chris's voice called out to his sister as she was floating in the pool reading some book he couldn't be bothered to care about.

From behind her sunglasses, the blonde rolled her eyes, "Alright moron! Tell her I'm coming!" She yelled from the pool.

"I don't know what that is, but!" he began and blew a raspberry towards her before leaving, not before a book hit the back of his head. The boy looked around and touched his head, looking down and seeing the book on the floor.

Eleanor paddled her way to the edge and rolled off her floatie, on her way past her brother she picked up a large floral button-up she used as a cover-up.

"Did you just throw a book at me?" The teen gasped behind her as she walked towards the dining room.

"Yes," she simply replied, turning to give him a big smile.

Chris mocked her smile and pushed her. Walking away and listening to the thud and a hiss follow right after. The boy started laughing as she looked at him shocked. Eleanor pursed her lips, and swung her feet at his ankles, knocking him off his feet. As Chris fell he groaned and he heard the blonde’s laugh as she walked away. Getting up he rubbed his but, falling straight on it made it hurt. Then walked into the kitchen seeing Eleanor already sitting in her seat. 

"Mom, El, pushed me," Chris whined as he winced when he sat on his chair beside the blonde who was smirking.

"He pushed me first!" Eleanor yelled in defense flicking her brother's head.

"Oh stop it, both of you," Lucy said as she walked up behind them pouring them lemonade.

"Thanks, mom," the two chorused as they took a sip of the sweet drink.

Lucy smiled at the words, thankful for the two, then taking a seat across her children.

"So what are your plans today, hun?" Lucy asked the blonde with a smile.

"Well, I thought I would go into town and look for a new T.V, since this moron here—" Eleanor began but was cut off by no other than Lucy.

"Eleanor, what have I told you about calling your brother names?" the woman scolded her.

The blonde nodded, "Not to, I know..." she sighed.

Lucy smiled, "Well that's good, now don't crash the car, okay?" the woman told the blonde.

Eleanor squealed, shoving a big bite of a sandwich in her mouth. Getting up and going to hug and kiss her mom on the forehead. Then running out of the room barefoot, up the stairs to her now room. Rushing to her closet, the girl grabbed a yellow plaid set changing into it. Rushing to her sock drawer, she pulled out some over the knee white ones, to match some white Mary Janes. 

Then grabbed a small purse and ran out of her room. Back down the steps, almost running into her father on the way down.

"Woah, kiddo," The man chuckled as he held her keeping her from knocking him over, "Heading out?"

The blonde nodded and tippy-toed kissing the older man's cheek, "Yeah, I'll see you later dad!" she yelled out, walking out the front door.

The man shook his head amused at the young girl's antics, then walked to the kitchen where he assumed his wife was.

Eleanor walked to the front of the home, where the darling red, Ford Mustang sat. She smiled at her vehicle and lowered the top to make it convertible. She loved the feeling of wind through her hair. Getting in the car, the blonde took the key from her purse and started up the car. Putting on her seatbelt and sunglasses as she pulled out of the large driveway.

The young girl drove through the town, at last, parking in front of a store with Morty's Television and Radio. Turning off the engine and taking out the key, she got out of the car walking to the front door. Opening the door, she saw that it seemed others had just come in. A teenage boy and two others. Walking up the same steps they did, since she figured they were customers as well. Behind the tall man dressed in black, she removed her glasses. Seems they didn't notice her.

Then a man holding a rifile stepped forward, "Where did you get the footage? "The Frankle Footage," The truth this time," Elliot said walking closer to the group, his eyes blaring at sight of someone who could be worse than evil. 

"Five, you know this lunatic?" Diego questioned Five, getting ready to kill him. 

The blonde looked over to the boy, Five? What type of name was that? And why was this man holding a gun at him? This was not the store she meant to walk in. Not that she was afraid of guns, rather the contrary, she just didn’t want to end up in the news again. 

The boy sighed, "New acquaintance. He's harmless," he said simply 

"Are you sure about that," said Lila, the woman standing next to them, glancing at the weapon in hand. 

"Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?" Yelled Elliot, desperate to get an answer. 

The siblings looked at him, cocking their heads, "I don't think I'm in a television store," Suddenly the blonde spoke up.

Catching the attention of everyone in the room, not only that but surprised glances as well. This made her raise a brow, did she know these people. 

"Eleanor?"

"Eight?"

Two different voices questioned at her, the blonde was confused as to how one of them knew her name.

Five ignoring Elliot at the second walked up to Eight and pulled her into a hug that she didn't return. Rather she grimaced and shoved him off of her, "Ugh, get off me," she grunted, fixing her blazer.

The boy furrowed his eyebrows this time confused as to why she was acting like this, "Eight, I'm sorry I got you stuck here, but why are you—"

Before he got to finish Eleanor lifted her hands, "No, I don't know who you're calling 'Eight," she said using quotation marks, "My name is Eleanor, and I don't know how he knows it," she said looking now a little more afraid, why were they asking about her like they’ve known each other. 

Diego and Five gave each other a look and then looked back at the yellow plaid wearing girl.

"Eleanor, we're your family," Diego said, stepping forward, but she held out her hands to stop him. He paused in his steps as he watched her hands. 

"We don't look alike, I mean, I'm blonde, you're not," she tried to say looking at the trio very confused, “There is no way to explain how you know me.”  

Five sighed, "Look I'll explain it soon, just sit tight," he said now turning back at Elliot who was still very much holding a shotgun at them.

"You move a single muscle, and I blow your brains out." He threatened.

"You want to take this, or should I?" Diego simply asked his brother, as Eleanor just stood confused along with the other lady.

Five already pissed that his wife couldn’t remember him replied, “No, I got it,” he clenched his jaw. 

"Hey, Lila," Diego began catching her attention, as Five blinked from his spot.

As he did, Eleanor's eyes widened as he watched the boy appear in front of the man, and moved his hand upwards causing the bullet to hit the roof. Then Diego stepped forward grabbing the man's gun.

"I'm sorry but what was that?" Eleanor said pointing at Five in specific, not knowing how he moved from one spot to another. 

Diego sat Eleanor on the couch, as he then took Lila was somewhere else where she couldn't hear the conversation.

"Do you know who I am?" Five was the first to ask as his hands were in his pockets, glancing down at the woman on the couch. 

She nodded and pointed to Diego, ”Uh, you're Five, from the mention of him," She replied with a shrug. 

Five rolled his eyes, “Great so you have good listening skills,” he scoffed softly. 

Diego then stepped forward, ”Do you know who I am?" Asked the other man, a very attractive man.

"Uh, no," Eleanor replied, simply staring at the men before her. 

"Okay there is literally no other way to say this, but we, me and you are from a very different future, and we are married." Five said staring at her, hoping that she would remember anything.

"I'm sorry what?" Eleanor gasped in disgust, “I’m literally eighteen? How am I already married?” She whispered to herself, “I got married to the first person I saw? Is that why I ran away? To get away from people marrying me too young?” She continued to ask herself. 

Five’s eyes widened at her panicking, “Hey, no, not that’s not what happened, we both decided to get married. But it’s a longer story, I’m not actually eighteen,” he tried to explain. 

"Oh, well then how old are you," Eleanor questioned trying to get a grip of the odd situation.

"Fifty-eight," Five replied grimacing, realizing how worse that was about to sound.

Eleanor stood from her seat and gave him a disgusted look, "So, you're a pedophile!" she said looking down at her hand to see the ring that was always there. Quickly she took it off and threw it at him, as he hastily caught it, "Well whatever we were, it's over, ugh," she said angrily this time.

Diego made a pitying face towards Five, who held the ring in his hand, "Okay do the people you live with know about your abilities?" Diego asked her hoping she did.

"Abilities? What do you mean?" she questioned, a frown adorned on her face. Her knowing how to shoot a gun…or? 

"You know you and your freakish portals, glowing lasso, and The Force or whatever," the bearded man explained, waving his fingers in the air as he explained. 

Eleanor gave him a quizzical look, now definitely not understanding what he was talking about. Was she wonder woman or something?

Five sighed, running a hand through his hair, placing the ring in his inside coat, "Does the name James ring any bells?" He tried, biting his lip in hope that it did.

Eleanor searched in her brain thinking, but nothing came to mind. Sadly she shook her head, "No, sorry."

Diego crossed his arms, also confused, but he shook his head, "How about you hang out with us, hopefully, something can cross your mind," he offered to the blonde.

Eleanor looked at the two males, and nodded her head, "I'll give it a go, but if nothing comes, you're going to have to let me go," she said painfully towards them.

The two siblings looked at each other knowing they would have to respect her wishes. Some time in the future she would have to remember her past. It might be too late then but it would happen eventually.

"Deal," Diego said, taking his hand out to shake.

Eleanor looked at his hand, and placed her smaller one in his, "Deal," she confirmed giving him a firm shake.

He then offered a spot towards where they'd watch the tape, smiling at her. Eleanor blushed and followed his directions.

Five rolled his eyes at the situation, "Unbelievable," he sighed and walked after the two. After spending most of her life with him, the minute her memory goes she is attracted to someone else?

"Is this thing on?" a males voice came through the audio.

"What do you mean? There's an 'on' button, just. There's something over-that-jigga-ma-thing, whatever." the woman's voice came through.

"I hit the jigga-man-thing," the man's voice replied. As the sight then showed the Roosevelt hotel.

"Okay, well just, give it to me, I know how to do this" the woman's voice called to the man.

"All right, here," the man's voice said, "here hurry up,"

In the dark lit hall, Eleanor stood next to Diego as she was informed was his name. Next to her, was the projector that showed the film. She had her arms crossed as her eyes were trained on the screen. Around her, Elliot was tied up to a chair, to keep him from fidgeting. While Lila, Diego's friend, was painting his toes.

"Okay, alright, let's see..."

"They're so cute," Lila spoke, breaking the silence of the film, "I love old couples. I'm always so proud of them for not murdering each other," she said.

Eleanor scoffed, "There isn't a day my mom doesn't want to drown dad," she giggled nodding to Lila’s words. 

Five and Diego looked at each other at the girl's confession. 

Diego who was perched on the counter beside Eleanor spoke up, "Why are we watching this?"

"Shush," Five replied, his eyes back on the screen.

"Yeah, I'm....Dan Frankel. And...Enda Frankel. We are in Dallas, Texas to see the president," The man in the shot said. "Today's date is November 22, 1963," He said.

"That's six days from now," The two females said at the same time, confused at how it was possible. 

Taking out a knife Diego sat up, "Holy shit, this is it." He said, "The grassy knoll. Kennedy's about to get shot. How do you have this?" Diego said and Eleanor looked at him like he had a second head, how did he know this?

"Hazel died to get me this footage. It must be the key to stopping doomsday." Five replied.

Eleanor scoffed, "That man really went to the ends of the world to stay with Agnes, and still helped you," She said without thinking.

Five and Diego looked at her now as she grew to heads, "How did you know Hazel?" Five asked looking at her.

Eleanor then realized what she said and slapped her hand over her mouth, "I don't know," she replied honestly, before she said that she couldn’t remember who Hazel was.

"Seems you're starting to remember, El," Diego confirmed with a smile, moving his hand to pat her shoulder. 

She blushed at the action so she turned to Five, "What's doomsday?” She then asked flatly towards him. 

He didn't turn to her, "Very long story," he said simply not wanting to know she was interested in his brother rather than him. 

The blonde understood very little of what was happening, but knew Hazel was an important part of this, "Well what did he say to you?"

“Well, he was killed before he could explain, but whatever he wanted us to see on this film," he said, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"This is very exciting!" the man said, and before any more could be said, gunshots were heard from the film. And the sound of many people screaming. The camera shook all over the place and landed on the ground.

"Oswald," said Diego confidently, now setting his foot down, still obsessed with the fact he could save the president. 

As the camera shifted to the other side of the street, in the film it could be seen a man wearing a large black coat, and holding a black umbrella.

Eleanor blinked rapidly as she stepped forward knowing who was on that film. Seems Five did too as she moved to move the tape backward and pause it on a particular scene. Then moving the cart back to enlarge the picture. To see what they were seeing was true.

"This can't be," Five whispered now walking up to the screen.

Along with Eleanor and Diego, they looked at it closely.

"Okay, you gonna fill me in now? What the hell is that shit we're watching?" Lila's voice came through.

"No, that's impossible," said Diego.

"Clearly it's not," Five said, looking at the same they were.

"Well, what is it?" Elliot muffled.

And at the same time, two different answers erupted.

"Dad."

"Reginald Hargreeves."

The two of them looked down at the girl who seemed to know nothing, but somehow knew the name of the forsaken man.

"Eleanor, how did you know that name?" Diego gulped.

"Dad works with him sometimes," she replied innocently, obviously knowing more, but she wouldn't tell him that.

"Well, it seems they had something to do with the assassination," Diego said calmly.

"No, we're jumping to conclusions," Five said as he was pacing.

"What the pedo said," Eleanor replied pointing back at the teen next to her. 

"What else is he doing standing on the grassy knoll? Holding an open black umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas? The exact same moment the president gets shot?" Diego began as he yelled at the small boy.

Before Diego could attack the boy, Eleanor stepped forward and placed her hands on his chest pushing him back. She didn't know that Five was an expert assassin just like she was. Well she didn’t even know she was a previous assassin. 

"It doesn't look good I'll admit," Five said just as harshly.

"No, he's the signalman for the whole goddamn thing," Diego assumed, keyword assumed.

Her hands still on him, she turned to the bearded man, "Easy Diego. You don't know that your father was in the middle of this."

The man softly removed her wrist from him, moving her aside to look at Five, "This is what Hazel was obviously trying to tell you. We have to stop dad from killing the president."

Five sighed, "Diego, calm down, alright? Dad was no Boy Scout, but presidential assassination? It's never been his thing." Five said trying to divert the conversation elsewhere.

"How would you know?" Diego questioned being the stubborn git he is, "You skipped out on his golden years."

Feeling attacked Five responded, "Skipped out? Do you think I had it easy Diego? I was alone for six years, the rest of the 39 I was lucky enough to spend it with someone else. Now she doesn't even fucking remember me." Five seethed, quickly glancing at the blonde, "Dad's clearly in Dallas, right? Let's just go talk to him. Maybe he can help us fix the timeline."

"Dallas is a big place," Said Diego looking at him, "We need to find him first."

"Gee, if only we had some magical, old-timey way of finding people and their addresses." Five said sarcastically.

The two brothers grabbed a phone book and began searching for this man, forgetting that someone in the room knows where he works. 

Lila and Eleanor stood next to each other as they watched the siblings argue with each other.

"Have they figured out that you know him?" Lila asked the blonde who stood with her arms crossed.

"I believe their egos are bigger than knowledge at second." Eleanor said scoffing, then looking at her, "Are you and the other one together?"

Lila gave her a disgusted look, "Gross, we just broke out of the hospital together," she said shaking her head, but turned to the side giving a look that wasn’t all that convincing. 

Eleanor smiled at her, "Good," was all she said then looking back at the siblings.

"Do you think this is all bonkers? Or is it just me?" Lila finally asked the blonde as they were in the same boat of not knowing.

"The moment I woke up eleven months ago was bonkers. But hey I'm your friend now okay? We are lost in this together." Eleanor told the older woman.

Lila smiled at her, taking her hand in a friendly way.

"You two realize I know where he works right?" Eleanor said to the two who looked up looking like deers caught in headlights. They stood silent as she and Lila looked at them.

"Let's go," she said, pulling Lila and her purse with her. The brunette shook her head, "I'll stay with Elliot you know, make sure he doesn't die."

Eleanor looked at her new friend and smiled, pulling her into a hug, "Okay stay safe," she said and motioned the boys to follow.

The two looked at the two girls who were now friends? But followed the blonde as she said, to her bright red Mustang.

Eleanor stepped in the driver's seat and looked over at Five giving him a smug smile, "Children ride in the back," she offered.

The boy scoffed but did what she said, "Whatever."

Diego sat on the passenger seat, watching her pull on her sunglasses, and start the car, "So I'm guessing we're going to his company?" she said to Five through her rearview mirror.

The boy nodded, and she stepped on the gas as she went towards their destination.

As she drove to their destination, Five was the first to speak up, "What was the last thing you remember?" he asked.

"Well, I woke up in a hospital knowing nothing, except my name, something that repeated in my head over and over. Eleanor Magnolia, so I assumed that was my name. But based on what you said that isn't my name?" she said, focusing on the road.

Diego was staring at her from his end, "It's complicated, but in the future, our dad adopted eight kids that were born on the same day. And each had special abilities. And you were one of them."

Eleanor nodded from her seat, "And I'm guessing I'm Number Eight?" She questioned, now realizing why she and Five didn't have names, "Wait why do you have a name then? And Five and I didn't?"

"No our dad, made our mom at the time name each one of us, I didn't want a name so I stuck by Five. and you didn't really care so you went by both. Eight was your original name, and Eleanor was given to you so the others would call you that." Five explained from the back seat.

"Okay, and you didn't want to call me Eleanor?" Eleanor asked the boy who sat in the back seat.

"You didn't like it when I called you that, so I called you Eight instead," Five answered with a shrug, but not that it mattered. 

The blonde nodded and didn't ask any more questions. So, for the rest of the ride, the radio was blasting music. Elvis' Jailhouse Rock, came on making her smile at the man's voice.

Soon, enough the sky darkened and they had reached their destination. "D.S Umbrella. Manufacturing Company"

The three got out of the car, walking towards the building, but Five paused looking at the building.

"You okay?" Diego questioned his brother, as one his hand, held Eleanor's in a protective state.

Five moved along and nodded, "Yeah, fine." his eyes trailing to the duo's held hands. This couldn’t possibly be any worse. Why the fuck was Diego being this close to Eight? He knew that she was literally married, just didn’t remember it. If it wasn’t for the mission he needed to be on…Diego would’ve been beaten to unconsciousness. 

Letting go of the blonde's hand, he fished something from his pocket and kneeled to open it.

"How long's it been since you see the old man?" Diego asked him as he tinkered with the door’s lock. 

"Forty-five years," he said simply looking through the glass.

"This will be something for you. I'll tell you that," Eleanor said towards him, knowing the man wasn’t all that kind to the youth. The man had his way of thinking, and Diego and Five were the opposite of what he was. 

The boy then leaned against the wall, and looked over the bright yellow blonde and smiled. He remembered days in the apocalypse where she mentioned 60's and 70's fashion were some of her favorites. And would kill to go back to that time. And here she was looking as beautiful as ever in her little suit. He personally hated the 60s but for her he didn’t mind it. She might not remember him, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop loving her for something so small. 

"You know when I was stuck in the apocalypse there wasn't a day where I didn't hear his voice in my head. Saying "I told you so," but Eight—" he paused knowing he couldn't call her that anymore, "Eleanor, you would always say we would figure it out and rub it in his face. That day never came."

The blonde gave him a sad smile, "I'm sorry I can't remember anything," She said towards him, "But luckily for you, there's a chance the Reggie here, has never met you before."

"He can't tell you, 'I told you so,"' Diego finished looking over at his brother, continuing to wiggle his tools in the door lock. 

Five scoffed looking at the two, "I'm sure he'll find a way," he said.

"Diego, hun, can you move?" She said to the dark-haired man.

He did as he was told, and watched as the blonde pulled something from her pocket. Five who was beside the door noticed the key and smirked. Even when she doesn't remember anything she still has to outdo everyone.

Turning the key she opened the door, taking it out, "He gave me the key for emergencies, but we won't tell him I let you in," she said to the two, walking in the building.

"So, you had the key the entire time and watched me struggle opening it?" He questioned the blonde.

"I like watching people suffer," she smiles and walks in the building.

Five walked up to a lamp and turned it on, but it didn't last long. "Shit," he said looking back at it.

"Guess Dad wasn't much for home decor," Diego said, also looking at the lamp.

"Feels more like a front," Five said as he patted the dusty couch.

Diego looked at it, "A front for what?"

"I don't know," Five replied.

"Well, we'll take the left," Diego said, dragging the blonde with him. She turned her head to the boy, "Yell if you're in trouble." she said going through the door with Diego.

"And now you steal my wife," Five said to himself, "Prick."

Diego and Eleanor walked into what seemed an office and turned on a desk lamp. The place was dusty as if it was never used. But Eleanor now felt that there was something up with the place. Everything seemed perfectly placed for someone to discover absolutely nothing. Now realizing, there was something much more to this. The two looked up from their searching when walking was heard. Following the noise, they looked out to see the door shut.

"Five," Diego assumed.

But Eleanor had a strong gut feeling that it wasn't the teenage boy. Somehow she felt his presence where she left him. The two walked out the door to see a retreating figure. That looked a lot like Reginald.

Diego looked at the blonde knowing this was about to get dangerous, "El, I need you to stay here okay? I'll call you if anything goes wrong okay?"

Eleanor looked at him worried but nodded, "I just met you, but I've held this for way too long now,” cure the universe for making the poor blonde horny. 

Diego raised his brows, "What—"

Eleanor had shut him up with a kiss, one that shamefully Diego responded with. He gripped the sides of her face. He finally got what he always dreamed of. He pulled away with a smile, "We'll finish later," he said and gave her one more kiss and jogged off silently into the fog.

Eleanor was left starstruck, reaching her hands to lips. She smiled wide. Listening to his words, she stood where Diego had left her. Too long had passed before she decided to go and find him. And when she did she screamed and ran over to his body that lay on the ground—unresponsive. 

[duskamethyst]

cozen.

a/n: just realized that the colors of my banners are different on laptop and phone and that pissed me off.

word count: 3.9k 

genre: smut, nsfw

warnings: noncon/dubcon, exhibitionism, public sex, thigh riding, squirting, sexual assault, stalking, power abuse

pairing: aizawa x f!reader

summary: where aizawa deliberately takes on the roll as your guardian inside the train, but of course he has other plans.

the worst place to be during the rush hour would be inside a train. 

aizawa never bothered to commute because he often walked to work and back home but for you, he was willing to make an exception. 

you caught his attention during one of his evening patrols, walking alone in the big city with a short skirt that accentuated your curves and long legs. aizawa discovered the fact that you used the train to get to work daily and with the fact that you were always alone, he knew that you were always put in a vulnerable situation. so, he thought; why not keep an eye on you? maybe his job as a hero could give him a little advantage too.

like a child, he finds himself eager to get on the train. of course, he doesn’t really know which coach you would be standing in but his commute turns out to be so much worth it whenever he does end up standing in the same one as you.

in the morning, you would be there before he gets in and he’s the first one to step off the train in the evening. he assumes that you live somewhere closer to the end of the train’s final stop but he doesn’t know exactly where. so far, he has learned which station you use to wait for the train for your ride home from work. 

and today seems to be one of those days where he is lucky enough to see you in the same coach, squeezed between a throng of people. aizawa always noticed the fed up and uncomfortable look on your face as you held on to the bar but it was because of no other than a pervert deliberately rubbing his front on your backside. 

he’s sort of mad that you just let it happen, quietly accepting the assault being thrown at you. he can see how your face is contorted into anger and vexation as you try to nudge the man with your elbow and what he assumes as the man muttering half-assed apologies before he starts to blatantly repeat the same shit again. 

you look around pleadingly for someone to intervene and your hands are balled into tight fists, ready to swing any moment but you hesitate because you’re afraid of being the one who will end up getting into trouble and especially since you don’t have any concrete evidence that you’re being harassed either.

for a moment, his gaze locks briefly with yours before you turn away, probably to seek for someone else to come to your aid. he knows that almost no heroes ride the train, since they either patrol on the streets or keep watch from up above but he is currently the outlier, and what kind of hero would he be if he just continues to turn a blind eye on this? maybe it’s time for him to steal the opportunity to play hero and finally get an excuse to talk to you after a long time of observing you from the sidelines. 

aizawa slowly pushes the people aside to make his way over to your side and takes you by surprise by putting his hand on your shoulder.

“baby, why didn’t you pick up the phone?” he sighs and says a little too loudly so the creep behind you can hear. you look at him perplexingly but he just gives you a silent look that tells you to play along. 

“u-uh.. i’m sorry. my phone is on silent.” you try to reply with the same tone. “but i’m glad you found me! thought i’ve lost you.” 

the way you inch closer to him doesn’t go unnoticed, especially how your boob is literally pressing on his side. aizawa quickly glances to the man who still seems to be unbothered by the fake acting (not that he can tell) so he spins you around to face him instead. 

good lord. maybe he shouldn’t have done that. 

now aizawa can clearly see that your tits are squished against his chest through the unbuttoned top of your little white blouse. your gaze strays somewhere else, probably in embarrassment or maybe you don’t mind at all– he can’t tell nor can he think straight right now but he’s here for one purpose and he’s going to honor it. 

“how’s work today?” he inquires, turning your head to him with his fingers so it would seem like you both are engaging in a natural conversation between lovers. he is able to see your tired eyes up close but they seem to carry the same soft look he’s so smitten with.

“hard.” he tenses up a little at the possibility of you noticing the erection in his pants but thank god they’re baggy or else the tent would be obvious. “i missed you.”

aizawa’s heart is bursting in his chest but he places on his mask of unfazed expression perfectly. he still has a role to play after all.

he leans down to whisper in your ear yet his eyes bore intimidatingly into the man’s, “i’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. but i promised to take good care of you tonight, remember?”

perhaps that was a bit of an overstate, but hey, it works. now that the man has caught on, he immediately walks off the train as soon as it stops– not even bothering whether it's where he’s supposed to go or not as he tries to run away from the possibility of getting into trouble with another guy.

“you okay?” he steps back and takes a good look at you only to realize how you’re avoiding his gaze to hide your evidently flushed face. how cute. “you don’t look so good.”

“i-i’m fine.” you mutter. “thank you for saving me.”

“no problem. it’s a part of my job. i just happened to be here.” he points out in a blatant lie.

you look at him in surprise as if finally connecting the dots, “wait, are you a hero?”

“uh, i guess– yes, i am.”

it’s the first time you’ve ever seen a hero being vague about his profession– or maybe you just made him feel uncomfortable to admit that he’s one when you, a quirkless citizen should be acknowledging the heroes that are risking their lives to protect the country so they should at least deserve some recognition, him included. 

“i’m sorry. i didn’t recognize you and i don’t really keep up with the heroes.” you laugh nervously, afraid of offending the male. though you can’t really tell what he thinks nor can you tell if he even cares from the look on his face but he only observes you silently before his lips turn to a lopsided smile. 

he doesn’t take it to heart, of course, but he finds it endearing that you’re trying to make him feel better. aizawa is not one that likes to be in the limelight anyway, so he doesn’t blame you. 

the number of people in the train gradually dissipates as the train stops station by station, leaving him and you together with some other few who have taken their seats to doze off. aizawa’s platform has long passed by but he decides to stay with you with intent to know where you actually live.  

aizawa doesn’t speak much the whole ride, only answering your questions and listening to you as you talk about your life. he learns that you’re a fresh graduate who just started working in an office and saving up to buy a car so you don’t have to trouble yourself with train rides anymore. he doesn’t know why you entrust him with the fact that you live alone in your apartment, but he’s relieved that you do. maybe it’s easy to trust a hero. man or not. 

but his filthy gaze lingers around your body once in a while– blood rushes to his cock when he sees the plush thighs that are exposed from your short skirt as you sit, the two buttons on your blouse that looks like they’re about to pop off from your breasts and the way your puffy lips jut out slightly when you stare out the window to watch the sun slowly disappears below the horizon to make way for the dark sky. the ride would’ve been peaceful if not for the uncomfortable throb inside his pants right now.

and soon enough, you stand up from your seat and grab your bag in preparation to step off from the agonizing ride. 

“this is my stop. thank you again, eraser head. it’s nice meeting you!” you beam sweetly before you walk off the train and wave him goodbye as the doors slowly closes between the two of you. 

aizawa can’t wait to see you again tomorrow– but now he needs a change of pace. since he doesn’t want to take risk of you finding out that he intentionally missed his platform, he chooses to only ride the train in the evening now.

with his height, aizawa is able to see you looking around as soon as you step into the train with exhaustion written all over your face. however, it’s instantly washed away with an exuberant look when you notice him staring at you from the other side. his heart swells with joy as he watches you push yourself through the crowd with your bag covering your chest protectively.

“found you, eraser!” you chirp as you stand in front of the male.

“oh? so you were looking for me?” he replies coyly, sinking lower into his scarf to keep his burning cheeks out of sight.

you nod eagerly and sigh, “i looked for you this morning too, but i guess you were on a different coach or something.”

“why? you wanted to use me so i’d protect you from perverts?” 

“oops. busted.” you laugh. 

if that’s the one thing that binds you and him, he doesn’t really mind. aizawa is pleased to know that you’re willing to be around him as much as he does. it then comes to a point where you both promise to be in the same coach in the evening.

it has been over a week since aizawa restrained his lecherous intentions. all of those days he has seen you don that short skirt that seems to hug your ass so well. every weekday evening he gets to glance down over your cleavage when you press yourself closely against him and when you’re not facing him? he can feel that ass just lightly brushing, teasing him when the train shakes and he knows he won’t be able to take it any longer. 

what is he waiting for anyway? when this is all what he coveted in the first place? fuck playing the reliable hero. 

aizawa doesn’t want to regard himself and the creeps inside the train as equals. he’s different. he’s a hero and because of that, he got you always wanting to stay close to him without him compelling. you’re so sweet to him, so trusting and you never give him the dirty look whenever he places his hand too low on your back. 

more people are joining in from different stations so as usual, aizawa quickly pulls you into a corner nearby one of the doors which he knows won’t be opening for people to get in and get out. he only keeps guard by standing behind you as you take in the view of the same buildings and skyline.

“you have no idea how much i’m dying to own a car.” you sigh as you stare outside the glass window unheedingly and completely oblivious to your surroundings. 

“yes. you’ve said that a million times.” he carefully inches closer (as much as he can anyway) and bravely takes a whiff of your shampoo that never fails to fill and rouse his senses.

“i’m sorry,” you titter. “you must’ve gotten bored of hearing it.” 

“no, i like it.” he whispers audibly in your ear, just enough for both of you to hear. 

“i’m gla–” you’re suddenly startled when you feel something hard prodding against your ass. you start to feel uneasy and try to shift away but a pair of hands brazenly grab your breasts, almost making you yelp in surprise. 

“shh,” his hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “don’t wanna make a scene.”

your heart instantly drops once you realize the person you trust most, a hero at that, is doing the very same thing he protected you from. you can see the vague reflection ahead– the way his hands are massaging your tits as he litters chaste kisses on the crook of your neck.

you attempt to pry his hands off of you, but he only grabs harder and pushes you closer to the front until your forehead presses against the cold glass.

“aizawa– stop.”

aizawa can hear panic lacing in your voice as you whimper but he simply brushes off your plea, too busy soothing his carnal needs by grinding his hard cock against your ass.

“no. you feel so good.” he nibbles your neck, sucking and biting the supple flesh to leave a bruising mark. 

“p-people are gonna see.” 

“that’d be really hot.” he hoists up your short skirt to prop his knees between your thighs before one of his hands guides your hip and compels you to grind your pussy against his own thigh. 

your eyes lingers around the crowd in the train, in between looking for help and hoping that no one sees what he’s doing to you but everyone’s either immersed in their phones or napping and even when someone does notice you, they just turn away uncomfortably. 

“looks like i’m the only hero in this train, kitten.” he says ironically as the hand from your hips snakes in front to rub circles on your clit. “feels good, does it?” he coos as you try to muffle your whines from escaping. 

you’re clawing on his wrist in an attempt to make him stop, but the harder you try to, the harder he presses your mound and clit.

aizawa slips two fingers inside your panties, barely biting back a groan once he uncovers you wet beneath his fingers. 

“what a surprise.” he chuckles, smearing his fingers with your slick before bringing it up to your mouth. “open up, kitten.” 

you purse your lips in retaliation but he easily rubs his thumb on your hardened nipple, causing you to gasp and he quickly shoves his fingers inside your mouth. your tongue wraps around his fingers, sucking and tasting your own flavor as he observes you through the reflection.

“you like how it tastes?” he pulls out his fingers from your mouth with a lewd pop sound before tugging your panties to the side and sliding a digit swiftly inside your cunt. a surprised yelp manages to roll off your tongue from the intrusion but you quickly look down to hide your humiliation and away from the peculiar gazes of others inside the coach.

aizawa hushes you as he thrusts his fingers slowly, savoring the tightness of your walls while also attempting to keep down the squelching noises from your dripping cunt. 

“it’s okay. most of them are going to step off soon, then you can be as loud as you want.” he murmurs, holding you close to his body while his other hand continuously rubs your nipple with his thumb to stimulate you even further until your world is reduced to his satisfying ministrations. 

as time passes by, more and more people have left the train while a few sleepers still remain. aizawa already has two fingers pumping inside your sopping cunt and your slick is already trickling down your thighs as you try hard to hold in your whines. 

“please– i can’t–” your legs have grown weaker and you can only find support by leaning back against his broad chest. your toes are curling inside your heels and your breath has come out shorter and deeper as he keeps on edging you until he thinks it’s safe to fuck you without the presence of other people seeing his unheroic actions.

“you wanna cum, pretty girl?” he finally picks up the pace, causing your body to squirm as you moan breathlessly. 

“y-yes– please–”

“you’re really sucking me in.” he groans, dragging and curling his fingers against the spongy walls that makes your thighs tremble as you edge closer to an orgasm. “cum for me.”

your hands are clenching hard on his forearm and you feel the muscles in your stomach tightening with so much intensity. with his finger pressing down on your throbbing bud, you eventually come undone and you bite on his arm to stifle your screams. 

“that’s it, princess. just what you need after a long day at work, huh?” he kisses your temple soothingly as you regain composure and struggle to fix your skirt, but he stops you from doing so. 

“aizawa..?” 

“i had a hard day at work too, you know.” he tugs your panties down to your ankles and picks it up. “i deserve something from you too, right? and i’m not talking about this.” you see him showing your panties through the glass before he shoves it inside his pocket.

aizawa wraps his scarf around your body and drags you to the middle of the coach. the fabric works as a bind around your wrists and ties onto the bar handle on top of your head to keep you restrained and exposed in front of a man that is sleeping in his seat. 

“let’s hope he doesn’t wake up soon, hm?” he chuckles and takes his place behind you. 

“you’re out of your–!” 

you can barely contain your shriek when aizawa suddenly rips off the middle of your blouse that sends the buttons flying across from you and he quickly slips his hands underneath your bra to fondle your breasts.

“careful not to wake him up, princess.” he tweaks your pebbled nipples between his fingers to provoke the slightest sound from you but you press your lips firmly to conceal your mewls. “or else he’s gonna see me fucking your tight cunt.”

aizawa spits on his hand and smears his saliva with your slick, making you shudder from sensitivity before his fingers prod into your hole to give you a few pumps in preparation for his cock. 

“i’ve been waiting for this for far too long.” he unzips his pants hastily to free his cock from its confinements and you gulp nervously when you see it in the reflection ahead– already throbbing and fully erected. aizawa lifts one of your legs up and rubs his shaft against your wet, puffy folds before lining his cock with your entrance. 

you look down at the man anxiously, praying silently for him to not wake up (or maybe just never at all) to see you with your legs spread in front of his face for god knows how long it’ll be. you bite your lower lip hard when you feel aizawa’s cock sinking inside your cunt, stretching it as he pushes through your walls. 

“shit. so fucking tight.” he growls in your ear as he sheathes his cock into you, pushing through your convulsing walls and until he has filled you to the brim. he starts to pound into you slowly and you bite back a moan when you feel the delicious drags of his veiny cock inside you.

his tongue traces the shell of your ear, licking all around the erogenous zone that has you shuddering and clenching down on him even more. 

“mmph– you’re milking my cock so well, kitten.” he grunts, flicking your nipple with his free hand before toying with your clit. 

“ah– he-he’s gonna wake up.” you pant, tugging your wrists for release as if the way it binds so securely doesn’t tell you enough that it would be impossible.

“then he’s gonna get one hell of a show.” he says nonchalantly before picking up his pace. 

the squelching noises begin to fill the quiet air as aizawa continues to fuck you relentlessly. your slick is dripping down to his balls and your thighs, pooling underneath you and you can feel that you’re close to reaching another orgasm.

as your state has become more delirious, the man in front of you suddenly grunts in his sleep and a cold rush of fear instantly creeps down your spine. yet, aizawa doesn’t seem bothered when he remains to be balls deep inside you.

“i think you’re getting off on this, princess.” he says between breaths, rutting into you harder when he feels how hard you’re clamping around his cock. 

“b-but– i’m gonna cum–” you whine, body squirming as you ground yourself to not cum.

your pussy is spread wide open in front of the man when aizawa easily lifts up your other leg. your heels have fallen under you and now you’re just practically hanging in mid air with his scarf and hands supporting your body. he angles deeper inside your cunny and your head throws back onto his shoulder when you feel the tip brushing against your cervix. 

“then, cum.” it’s baffling how he manages to make it sound simple, not having a care in the world as if his reputation isn’t in the line right now. “look at me.”

you shyly turn your head to meet his heavy lidded eyes before he crashes his lips onto yours. you drown into his fervor kiss while the pressure continues to build in your lower stomach turns more intense and unbearable. at this point, you think it’s best to just swallow your humiliation.

“let it go.” he whispers against your lips and locks his gaze with your wavering eyes. 

“f-fuck– cumming–!” you instantly draw in for a deep kiss to make him swallow your moans as you finally let yourself come undone. it feels oddly relieving in a sense that has your mind turned to mush, together with the feeling of an insurmountable high. the moment your eyes flutter open again, you realize that there are questionable droplets of water staining the glass window in front of you. 

“you’re a little exhibitionist, aren’t you?” he mocks, yet proud and even more aroused that he managed to make you squirt in a public transport. “he might need to clean up.” 

your eyes trail down to the man in front of you to see some amount of your own arousal trickling down on his poor face. you're so dazed with pleasure that you don’t even bother to care anymore and you just let aizawa fucks you through your high before his cock begins to twitch inside your pussy.

“be a good girl and take all my cum.” his pace soon falters and he holds you still before releasing a thick load inside your cunt. after he has emptied out, aizawa leans in the crook of your neck to catch his breath before removing his cock and putting you down gently. 

“that was fucking good.” he sighs gratifyingly as he pulls his pants back up. aizawa unties your restraints and your legs wobble once they touch the ground, but he quickly catches you in his arms to keep you from falling to the floor. as if on cue, the train finally comes to a halt.

“oh, we’re here.” he picks up your shoes and bag before pulling you closer to him to stand in front of the automatic door. “do you need me to carry you or something?”

you look at him confusingly, then to the small map above your head; you’re at least two stops away from your station and three from his. “but this isn’t our stop.”

“well, this one has always been mine.”

duskamethyst © 2020 • do not modify, translate or repost anywhere.

[katsukikitten]

Hello friends! Here is my contribution to the Bakugou Birthday Bash! The master link will be linked here ! Please enjoy my bit of an angsty fic! And all of the other art and works that are on the master list! Enjoy the big bakugou blow out and remember to leave a comment on your favorite pieces! Happy birthday ya shitty man! (Lowkey become 3d please)

Warning: he's 28 btw 😂 (my fic says so also)

It shouldn't be this fucking hard to get groceries and booze. It's a quick and easy errand. Everything already pre-ordered for an important birthday that just needed to be picked up. And yet here you were crying in your car trying to get it together before the attendant asked for the order name. Honestly you had texted out "I can't do this today. Sorry." Several times before deleting it, telling yourself not to hit send. But you would have to be having the worst mental day of your life wouldn't you? Today of all days, how fucking selfish of you.

Especially with the amount of time and effort you and Kirishima had put into this idea. Since New Year's actually, months and months of planning after the two of you had gotten shit faced at Denki and Mina's new years party, creating the brain child. All after bonding over switching patrol partners six months before, you had gotten Bakugou and he had gotten Ashido. Kirishima and yourself giggle over stupid things to the side of the party, people watching as you took shots. Kirishima points towards a normally grumpy blonde.

"Wow I think he's actually having fun." You snort, as you watch Bakugou hide his rare cat smile behind a sip of his beer as Mina makes Denki the butt of a joke.

"He actually loves parties. He never says it so people just think he's a wet blanket." Kirishima laughs, pouring the two of you another shot. Bakugou lets out a particularly loud laugh after 'Dunce Face' proves Mina's point. I guess that would be the time that it started.

When you started to fall. His laugh makes your cheeks deepen in hue and burn, to want to hear it again, to watch it again and learn all of the other sides of your patrol partner that he obviously only reserved for his closest friends.

"Let's throw him a great birthday party." You say, holding up your shot as a devilish smile spreads over sharp teeth. The mountainous man clinks your shot glass before he adds.

"Let's." In unison the two of you down the burning liquid as the plan comes into fruition.

Four months, four months and nineteen days of you thinking of nothing but your patrol partner with whom you got extremely close with since New Year's. So why? Why today of all days were you struggling? Why would normal everyday tasks feel more as if you were wading through mud than the breeze they should have been? You flip down the visor, looking yourself in the eye through little square mirror as you grit your teeth hissing

"Get your shit together."

Your little pep talk helps you get the several cakes and the cart full of booze that everyone requested, planning to make this the best birthday ever. Helping Kirishima set his house up with decorations, setting out the snacks, catering and even pouring some drinks as guests began to arrive to set down their gifts and help with the last minute touches before hiding. Masking through the pit in your stomach as you smiled at all of your friends as they poured in through Kirishima's door. Through the weighted emptiness you felt as each one wrapped you into a tight hug, already praising you and Kirishima for the amazing effort, that Bakugou would be so surprised when it was more than just you and Kirishima here. . Finally you had to go and get the guest of honor just before sundown to catch him before he went to bed. A much needed breather from the constant smiling and forcing a laugh that everyone thought sounded genuine.

Enjoying the silence of the evening train as it pulled you across town to the unsuspecting blonde. And maybe you could have made it through the night from your shitty pep talk or at least through getting the freshly 28 year old to his party but instead you catch your reflection in the window. Your facial features weighted with exhaustion, shoulders hunched allowing your body to continue to produce cortisol. Tears prick your eyes as you deep low, too low. Remembering everything and nothing all at once, steeping in guilt as you beg yourself for just a few more hours. That the depression episode can happen when you're home and alone, after the party goes off without a hitch. Tears fall anyway and they do all the way to Bakugou's until you finally get enough control to step out of yourself for a moment. Ringing the doorbell several times as a smile is plastered on your face, the door swings open. Bakugou's eyes narrow as they take you in, he notices that something is off. Your smile is a little too wide, your eyes rimmed red but he says nothing about it. Instead he lets his initial anger come forth.

"Oi! I told you to fuckin' text me when you were on the train so I could meet you at the station!" He growls, slamming his door shut and pocketing his keys. Deadly and sweaty hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket as his palms itch to hold onto something else. Garnet eyes track your own hands as you reach over your head stretching.

"Yea yea, I hear you Dad." You tease giving him a look, "I still made it okay."

"Kirishima should have come instead of you that fuckin hair for brains." He snarls keeping pace with you as he always does on patrol.

"I know Dad must be sad cause his favorite didn't come to pick him up." You try not to sound dejected, nudging him in the ribs to distract from the crack in your voice, "Happy birthday ya big lug."

Bakugou cuts you a glare, mind racing before his barks out a "Thanks."

Comfortable silence stretches between the two of you before you two hit the train station, passing a corner store.

"Was shitty hair burning dinner? Do I need to stop for back up?" His thumb hooks over his shoulder towards the neon as he stands idle waiting for you to jog your memory. Kirishima had burned the last friend's dinner making Bakugou so angry he walked six blocks to make something that was 'FUCKIN EDIBLE!' while you tried to air out his apartment. You laugh loudly, genuinely for the first time that day causing Bakugou's shoulders to sag with relief. In the ten months he had been working with you he had only seen you faking a smile or laugh once or twice. Then the time after that you were absent from work the next day or two forcing him to patrol with Denki but worse yet...making him worry.

"Guess I'll grab something just in case." He gave you his back so you wouldn't see his face or the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.

"No, no! I ordered out this time. From that famous chef you like." Bakugou glares your way, digging in his back pocket for his wallet.

"How much." He demands through gritted teeth while you show him the palms of your hands in surrender.

"Woah woah! It's your birthday gift! You can't pay me back for dinner! I'd sooner burn the money before I'd accept it from you!" Your watch dings with a message from Kirishima asking for an ETA. You grab onto Bakugou's hand pulling him along into a run as you shout over your shoulder.

"We're gonna be late!"

Oh how Bakugou wished you hadn't done that, he was already struggling to keep his heart beat even when you were around and now to grab onto him. To pull him along in a hurry like those cheesy insta posts that couples did on their "grand adventure" together. He swallows the lump in his throat as he reminds himself that you are nothing more than his patrol partner. His friend at best.

Even though the train was mostly empty Bakugou stood closely by you, as he always did when the two of you were in a crowded space. He had seen how most men took advantage of the situation and he hated the idea of that happening to you although he knew you were more than capable of handling it on your own. Hell you could kick even his ass but he would die before ever admitting that. Instead he watches you talk about what you ordered for dinner and how you got the cake from that bakery Sato works part time at, the same one he got your birthday cake from but he doesn't hear a word. Instead all he can see is the golden light from the setting sun worshiping you. Kissing your skin to make it glow, giving your eyes a hue that makes his heart fall into his stomach and illuminating you in a true light. A radiant ethereal thing is what you were and Bakugou was just lucky enough to be standing by you. So out of it he doesn't realize the two of you are at your stop.

"Uh Suki?" Your voice is soft paired with the setting sun has him acting weird. He leans closer to you, pulled by some invisible force before he stops himself as he watches you look up at him beneath long lashes.

"You okay?" You ask almost nervously from his proximity, the smell of spice and caramel wrap around you making you feel warm and fuzzy. Temporarily making you forget that you were trying to act on the train, making you relax as you just talked to Bakugou. He sucks his teeth as he picks up your bag to sling over his shoulder.

"Yea but you were gonna forget your whole damn purse like you always do." He huffs, this time he was the one pulling at your hand in a rush before the doors closed to trap you two on the train. His hand feels warm in yours, his grip tight as he drags you along before pulling you within his sight, another habit of his you happened to notice. Almost reluctantly he lets go of you hand as Kirishima's house comes into view.

"We better have a good time tonight patrol Princess or you owe me a special birthday gift." He laughs causing you to roll your eyes at his stupid nickname that stuck after your first day with him, adamant that the two of you take your route instead of his it was a huge argument. But it was a good thing he listened to the "princess", it put the two of you smack dab in the middle of a robbery. You stick out your tongue.

"Trust me. You're gonna have a good time!" You push him up the steps as he bats away your hands. Opening the front door before everyone jumps out of various and bad hiding spots.

"SURPRISE!!" All of the alumni of class A and some of B shout, a select few already slurring their words. Bakugou's scowl turns into a smirk before he looks over his shoulder at you.

"Aw you did this to me?" His voice is teasing but his eyes almost sparkle, you nod encouraging him to go deeper into the party. As he does people flock to him laughing and yelling out happy birthday until he's sick of hearing it. All the while your smile wanes with the night. Until an hour in that heavy episode hits you full force. Numbness setting in where happiness should be, rotting as it turns to shame and guilt as you watch your friend, your crush, enjoy his night. Bringing a glass bottle to his lips as he talks with Kirishima, who then presses a shot into his hands. Bodies dancing to the house music that beat out of the speakers competing with chatter and laughter.

It felt weird to watch everyone truly enjoying themselves while you felt low. It felt more as if you were standing outside of the house, looking in through the window to see everyone enjoying themselves, no one even knowing who you were as you stared in.

You felt distant, alone. What a shitty way to feel in a room full of people, none of it being their fault and so the guilt pressed harder. Eyes watering as they lingered on the blonde who deserved this celebration and more. Making you decide to give the best birthday gift of them all.

To slip away upstairs and onto the roof, to give the room space to breathe when you felt like suffocating.

Crying to no one but the moon.

And no one noticed. Two hours slip by before Kirishima insists that Bakugou make a wish and eat cake before everyone gets too drunk too. The entire house drunkenly sings happy birthday but Bakugou notices a voice missing. Yours that's just a touch off key, not to mention he didn't hear you say the stupid nickname 'Suki' where his name should be in the song. Plus you weren't one to miss out on dessert. For as long as Bakugou has been working with you, you never turned down the opportunity for sweets. Whether that was taking the long way back to the agency to try to catch a certain street vendor or to hover by the deserts at a party to pick the very best treat.

And if it was a birthday party, you never could shut up that y'all could not leave until after they blew out the candles and made a wish.

His eyes linger for a second longer, making sure he didn't miss you before his heart sinks. He takes in a sharp inhale, thinks on his wish and blows out the candles.

Meanwhile you hear the cheers of everyone down stairs and sob into your knees. You missed your favorite part of birthdays. Of hoping they make a wish that comes true, of watching their face as they think of something quickly or how some people tear up when they finally realize just how loved they are on their birthday.

It isn't long after that do you hear the sound of combat boots on shingles. Whipping your head up in the direction of the sound. Stomach clenching with guilt as you watch Bakugou walking towards you with a slice of cake.

"Brought ya some cake, since I didn't hear you sing off key to me." He says sinking down beside you as you furiously wipe at your tears.

"I'm-um."

"You don't gotta explain yourself to me." He snarls as you stare dumbly at your cake, "You know that."

"I know…" Silence passes slowly, the moon shines overhead and the party carries on below.

"Well, I'm waiting!" Bakugou says dramatically, "You gonna sing or am I gonna have to sing to myself?"

"Oh." It makes you giggle a bit before you blush, realizing he is serious. You take a deep breath before singing "just off key" when you don't, to him.

"Sukiiiiii!" Relief washes over his features when he hears the dumb ass name, "Happy birthday to youuuuuu!"

"Okay, now you can eat the damn cake." He grunts, his smile never wavering as he looks to the empty street below. You follow his eyes, chewing the inside of your lip, setting the cake down.

"What'd you wish for…" Curiosity gets the better of you and earns his intense gaze. He smirks, scoffing at the end.

"You always say you shouldn't tell or it won't come true." He laughs at your pout, before he finally admits "I wished for courage."

With a furrowed brow you give him a puzzled look, he just holds your gaze.

"Why? You're like the bravest hero I know!" Bakugou can hear the truth in your voice, you aren't saying it just to fucking stroke his ego.

You actually meant it, making this conversation that much harder.

"Yea except when it comes to this one thing I want to do. Its fuckin easy and I've done it hundreds of times just as I'm about to do it I fucking back down cause I'm probably fuckin reading into things too much." He leans in closer, again his smell mesmerizes you, causing your body to visibly relax, "Too much of a fuckin bitch, thinking she doesn't want me like I want her. So I wished for the courage to follow through. To fuckin' just do it."

Your heart is racing out of your chest before one of his hands finds the nape of your neck pulling you into a feverish kiss. Teeth gnashing from the passion, lips perfectly modeling to the other before tongues lightly dance around one another. Lengthening seconds into hours with just a few head tilts and plush lips. You moan into his mouth, he pulls away, eyes clouded with lust as a string of spit connects your tongues. He pants, face flushed and his hand warm, almost burning at the nape of your neck, the shingle by his hand charred from restraint as he pants out.

"I wished for you."

[demigodreading]

Saving Mini Benson Pt:1

Request: From @youngjusticeimaginesus​:  Hi, I was wondering If maybe you'd be willing to do a oneshot where Olivia's daughter gets kidnapped by Lewis instead of Olivia?

Summary: That’s right my favorite peoples... This is going to be a two part mini series because there was no way everything that I needed to say could be done in a one-shot! I won’t go into much because I don’t want to give it away but please note THIS PART IS A DOOZY! The next one may be worse but still this arc made me cry in the show and I cried writing this

Characters: Olivia Benson, Fin Tutuola, Amanda Rollins, Nick Amaro, William Lewis, Donald Cragen, Reader

Relationships: Olivia Benson x Daughter! Reader

Warnings: MAJOR Violence, Guns, Cigarette Burns, Episode Spoilers, Alcohol, Smoking Weed, Mentions of Shootings, Death, William Lewis, Mentions of torture... (I Think that covers it but if it doesn’t please let me know)

Word Count: 2320 (Like I said.. there was no way this was gonna be just a oneshot.)

And with that all being said: Let’s jump into it.

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Olivia and her daughter rarely fought but when they did neither one wanted to admit the other one was right. Olivia loved and hated her daughter for being so similar to her. Even now as she watched the miniature version of herself stalk the interview room the exact same way she would send her heart racing. Usually the similarities would result in a smile but not today. Today Olivia’s vision was a deep red as she confronted her daughter.

“Y/N you were caught smoking weed underneath the bleachers during class! So not only did you break one rule you broke two!” Olivia shouted, folding her arms.

“Wow glad that you know how to count,” Y/N mumbled looking out the window.

“What did you just say to me?”

“Look mom I just don’t get what the big deal is? It was one joint. One class!” Y/N retorted, throwing her hands up, “I am a straight A student who has a full ride scholarship to Harvard.”

“Yes, because Barba stuck his neck out on the line for you and put in a glowing recommendation,” Olivia spat, “What you did was careless. You could have ruined everything that was given to you.”

“You know for once in your life could you ever be fucking proud of me! I do everything that I can do to make you proud and yet at the end of the day I am never fucking good enough for you.”

“That’s not…” Olivia went to argue but was interrupted by Cragen opening the door.

“Olivia we got a problem. I need you right now,” He said, then shut the door without waiting for an answer.

“Just go save another poor unfortunate soul mom. Don’t worry about your daughter.  I’ll pick up my own pieces like I always do,” Y/N said, wiping tears from her face as she grabbed her coat.

Y/N stormed from the room before Olivia could stop her. She made her way through the precinct eyes trained to the floor as her mother’s voice rang out, “You better head straight home Y/N!  We are not done having this conversation and you are grounded!”

Choosing not to say anything, Y/N merely raised her hand in the air flipping her mother off before the doors shut with a loud slam behind her. Tears made dark spots on the concrete as Y/N made her way back to their apartment. Even the noises of the constant car honks and people screaming couldn’t drown out the voices in her head today. Failure. Waste of space. Stupid. No one. Unwanted. Unloved. 

It was the repeated song that kept her feet moving forward until she finally placed her key in the lock. She threw her bag by the kitchen island and threw her keys on the counter. She was about to turn on the living room light when a noise caught her attention. 

“Hello? Hello?”

As she turned the corner her vision was filled with the sight of a gun pointed right at her temple. A smirk crossed William Lewis’ face as he looked at Y/N, “Ah welcome home Little Benson. I was hoping that it would be your mother who was walking through the door but I guess you will have to do.”

Y/N went to scream but instead Lewis jammed the gun against her throat, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. One small slip of my finger and your mom will be left with a new kind of art all over her walls.”

Y/N let a single tear roll down her face before Lewis’ gun made contact with her skull and the whole world went black.

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Olivia had already tried to call Y/N twice but it kept going straight to voicemail. The last known location had been their apartment so at least she had the sense to head straight home. The guilt in Olivia’s stomach was insurmountable. Watching her daughter explain that she never felt like she lived up to her standards. Olivia had promised herself when she had Y/N she would never end up like her mother. Yet there she was shaming her child for one mistake. Y/N was more than just a good kid, she was excellent. She was smart, beautiful, humorous, kind, and so much more. She was everything Olivia could have ever hoped for. Knowing that her daughter thought she wasn’t proud was the worst pain she could have.

After the third call Olivia finally decided to leave a voicemail, “Y/N I know you are mad but I need you to know something. I am proud of you and will always be proud of you. You are the best daughter and the most amazing human. I was rough on you early. Please let’s talk through this. I’ll be home soon with your favorite Chinese. Just don’t do anything stupid? I love you.”

When she hung up the phone she placed her head in her hands and let out a large sigh. Fin placed a reassuring hand on her back, “Liv, it is going to be okay. She is just being a teenager.”

“No Fin, you should have seen her. It was like I was physically taking her heart out and ripping it in front of her. I should have never said those things. I didn’t mean any of them… I was just upset.”

“She knows, they always know.”

Olivia merely shook her head and began to gather her things to head home. She walked out of the precinct without a goodbye and headed down the street to Y/N’s favorite Chinese place. They knew what she was going to order as soon as she walked in the door asking where Y/N was. Liv pushed off their question and scrolled through her phone as she waited for the food. Y/N’s phone was still off giving Olivia an eerie feeling as she finished the walk to the apartment. 

Once inside she noticed Y/N’s bag on the floor and her keys on the counter. There was a sudden rush of cold air that made her notice the window that was open to the fire escape. She shut it quickly and then moved to Y/N’s room. The door was still open with everything the way she had left it that morning. Once her calls were unanswered Olivia opened the window again crawling onto the fire escape. Sometimes Y/N would go to the roof to watch the sun slowly crawl behind the buildings.When she reached the top however she was met with an unsettling emptiness. 

Olivia reached for her phone to call the only person who was able to calm her anxiety lately, “Amaro, Y/N isn’t here. I can’t find her. What if something happened to her?”

“She probably just went to a friend’s house to get away,” Amaro replied stirring the contents of his drink, “She will be back in the morning just to relax. Sleep off the anger and come back with a clear head tomorrow.”

Liv pondered this suggestion over and over deciding what she should do. When the silence became too long Amaro interjected again, “Liv, I’m serious. You two had the biggest blow out that I have seen in awhile. Give her time to be mad at you and think. If you smother her she might only push further away from you.” She thanked her partner for the advice and then shoved her phone back in her pocket taking a sweep of the roof once again. Finally she slowly made her way back to the apartment shutting the window with a slam before locking it. Olivia wandered over to the kitchen moving the cereal that covered the top of the fridge to get to her secret cupboard. From the opening she pulled a large bottle of her favorite red wine. She popped the cork and decided to forgo a cup taking a long swig directly from the green glass. A large sigh escaped her lips as she plopped down on the couch going over the events of the day in her head.

As the contents of the bottle slowly drained till there was nothing else Olivia realized her fears were all coming true. She was becoming her mother. A woman she never once wanted to be. Three empty bottles later she finally curled under Y/N’s sheets crying into her pillow until she finally was able to fall asleep.

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The next morning when Y/N did not return and her phone was still shut down all bets were off. Olivia was furious but more importantly she was terrified. Something was horribly wrong. Her morning was spent talking to Y/N’s two best friends and searching their houses for her. When that search was unsuccessful Olivia went to the school hoping Y/N had gone there. However, she had been absent all day and there hadn’t even been a call to excuse her from the day. 

When the morning bled into the afternoon Olivia was running around the city to all of Y/N’s usual hangout spots. The search of the library told her that Y/N hadn’t been there in over a week. The local bakery hadn’t seen her in three days. The coffee shop where Y/N always bought Olivia’s coffee when she came to see her at work had seen her two mornings ago but nothing since then. Even the old lady that had Y/N over twice a week to help her with errands and chores around the house hadn’t seen her. 

It was dark by the time that Olivia fell into her desk chair at the precinct. With her head in her hands she let the tears fall. A whole day was gone and there was still no sign of her daughter. If she had been kidnapped they were running out of time and losing it quickly. The longer she was out there the longer the person had to get away with whatever they wanted.

The squad huddled around in Cragen’s office looking at Olivia curled over her desk. Rollins was the first one to speak, “I bet you Lewis has something to do with this.”

“And what makes you think that?” Amaro asked, “There are plenty of people who could have a vendetta against Liv.”

“It’s just a feeling.”

“Yeah well have you ever considered the idea that maybe Y/N just ran away,” Amaro retorted.

Fin, Cragen, and Amanda all turned towards Amaro, shocked. Cragen was the first one to speak, “I know you haven’t been here long Amaro but this isn’t Y/N. Something is horribly wrong and we are going to figure out what is going on. Fin and Amanda go check out Lewis’ usual hiding spots. I’ll take Liv through her apartment once again to see if we missed anything.”

“And me cap?”

“Amaro… you stay here and set up a tip line,” Cragen responded curtly and then they all disappeared to find where Y/N had disappeared to.

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Y/N woke with a jolt as she felt cold water splash her face. She was met with Lewis staring only a couple inches away from her face. He grinned and grabbed Y/N’s chin as she tried to look away, “Well well there. Looks like someone is finally awake. Feeling thirsty?”

Y/N nodded her head yes waiting to scream as he curled his fingers around the edge of the duct tape. As he was about to pull it away he jammed a gun against Y/N’s throat, “Make any noise and I will shove this gun straight down your throat.”

Finally when he pulled the tape away Y/N spit right in his face, “Just shoot me already if you are going to threaten me with it.”

“And miss out on all of our fun Mini Benson. I think not. There is plenty that I want to do to you before then.”

Y/N began to panic as Lewis lit another cigarette. She remembered the way the others had burned against her chest and sides. She had lost count after twenty perfect circle burns and after the second pistol whip to the face she had passed out a second time, She couldn’t go through all of that again.

“My mom knows I am missing and she will be out looking for me. Just let me go and she will never have to know that you did it. Please,” YN begged.

“What is she going to think about that bruise on your face? Or the marks on your skin? I can’t let you go… plus I know that you both fought before you came home. I bet you that she thinks you just ran away and are leaving her,” Lewis chuckled.

“How.. how did you know that we fought?

“This lovely voicemail your mother left you,” Lewis said, placing your phone against your ear.

Tears began to run down Y/N’s face as she heard the apology her mother had sent her. Damnit! Why did I have to fight with her? We could have avoided all of this. Is the mantra that ran through her head as Lewis slammed the phone against her head and threw it at the wall.

“She isn’t coming for you,” Lewis snickered.

“Please… just let me go. I will do anything.”

Lewis pulled his gun and placed it against Y/N’s scalp, “You are still bargaining with me? Really. We are way past that baby.”

“I am the daughter of an NYPD detective. A decorated well known detective. My mother, her partner, her squad, the entire department will hunt you down. You think that you’ve put people through hell. It will rain back down on you.”

“You know what… let it rain,” Lewis said and then hit Y/N once again making her world go black for a third time. 

[theepisceswriter]

Jjk dudes promising just the tip but breaking it like 2 seconds later please!

Bestie I know you wanted multiple JJK characters, and I’ll probably still give it you, but I had something similar to this in my notes with Toji, so I decided to make a little ficlet with him instead surrounding this idea....kinda.

Synopsis: Your toxic baby daddy Toji hits you up after not being heard from for months with that smirk on his face that you just can’t resist.

TW: Dub con might apply here but I did my best to make reader aware that Toji was 99.99% lying abt just the tip and knew abt his intentions from the start, but I guess you can interpret it how you want, fembodied!reader, Toji is a trigger warning on his own, manipulation, implied that you have a child together, pregnancy mention briefly, breeding kink, toxic relationship, 18+, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.7k

Your heart dropped to your stomach when you flipped your phone over to see ‘TOJI WOJI 🥺🧸🥰....is FaceTiming you.’ Whatever he was calling for couldn’t have been important or even worth your time listening to at all. It was edging on 12 am in the morning, the ungodly hours of the night where sin ran rampant and thoughts became loud as the world around you silenced, a concoction of emotions that meant nothing good. Especially when the last time you received a phone call from him this late it resulted in a booty call that led to you pregnant with a child that Toji barely came to see. Still, you found your thumb lingering over the green answer button and faintly tapping on it, hoping that it wouldn’t go through, but instead, you were met with the sight of Toji. The raven locks on his hair poking out like always, the same old scar over his lip, and the same basic black tee decorating his body. He looked exactly the same as you had last seen him except the outside lights of the world illuminated his face as he appeared to be in what you assumed was the driver’s seat of his car. You felt your heart clench in your chest, memories of your relationship before he up and dipped on you clouding your mind to the point where you were damn near in tears wondering why it had to end so abruptly; why he left you the way he did. But those tears were soon pushed back by with an anger that had you ready to hang up in his face. You were so conflicted when it came to him, always had been.

“What do you want Toji?”

“You. I miss you, y/n. I’ve been thinking a lot about you and our family.” God, here he went with this bullshit again. Just when you thought the cycle was over he always popped up again, little white lies about missing you and his child so he could find solace in your bed for a week or two before dipping like he always did. Apparently, he wanted to come in and talk things out, just talk and try to redeem your relationship. You knew he was just telling you everything you wanted to hear with an ulterior motive behind his words, but you couldn’t resist that grin on his lips and the compliments of how nice you looked even in your nightclothes.

He was too good at this because the next thing you knew he was sitting on the couch in your living room with his legs manspreading out and trying to inch his way closer to where you sat on the opposite end. Your arms crossed and staring daggers into him while all he did was look at you as fondly as he could, as if he were genuinely envisioning a future with you and the child he left you within this moment.

“What the fuck do you really want Toji?” Your voice had a bite to it that left him smirking at your attitude and digging deeper into his mind to pull out lines he knew you wanted to hear, lines he knew would get him that satisfactory ending of you giving into his sweet talk and bold advances as he scooted a couple of inches closer to you. So close that his hand was able to rest on the part of your left thigh that the shorts you were wearing left exposed, gently kneading the area with his palm.

“You know you look good right?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes ready to push his hand off of you but his other hand blocked you from doing so, bringing both of your arms over your head and adjusting the two of you so that you were now smushed between him and the cushioning of the couch. As mad as you wanted to be at him you just couldn’t. He had indestructible shackles placed over your heart that tugged with each time he forced himself back into your life just like how they were now.

Flashbacks of the night you got pregnant suddenly came flashing before your eyes. The vivid imagery of the way he had your legs folded to the point where your ankles were by your ears as he pounded into you ruthlessly from above, hand around your neck tightening your airways and making tears form in your eyes. Blissed dazed out in a space that was too similar to subspace, too out of it to even respond to the “I’m going to fuck a baby into you and how ever many I want after that. Use you like the slut you are and breed you so good.” That had left his lips at that moment. 

Which is exactly what he did and here he was again, the two of you in the very same spot shimmied out of your clothes, and him ready to fuck a baby into you again once more.

“I just want you.” When he says it like that, voice soft and laced with what you hope to be some form of honesty, it’s easy to pretend like this is okay in a relationship—if that’s what you could even call this. That if you squinted your eyes hard enough and looked past Toji’s flaws that all this pain and suffering he put you through in the end would be worth it. Your feelings changing for him with each entrance and exit he made in your life. Always wondering what the two of you could’ve been if he was a better man. You had to be soulmates, there was no other explanation for why you kept coming back to each other. At least not any logical one that you could think of.

All the logical thinking left your mind the moment he pressed his lips to yours, those oh so soft lips that you missed and craved badly on nights when other men’s lips couldn’t contort to yours the way that he did.

This is exactly what he wanted—his gentle caresses and touch to distract you from the real reason why he was here. Which was only to use your body how he wanted before he went on with his life, not thinking about you again until he got horny once more. And it was the touch of his cold hands against your skin, working its way up to grope at your enlarged breast, that brought you back to this realization. Lips moving off of his immediately and backing up against the arm of the couch. Your lips opened in protest, only to be cut off by him speaking up first.

“You don’t understand how much I’ve missed your touch—your body. Do you know how much gorgeous you’ve become with a post-pregnancy body? Just looking at you is driving me crazy.” He continues on with his compliments. Each one hitting you straight into your heart and going up to your head to shush those thoughts that scream at you to not fall for his trap, but instead, you fell right into it. Allowing his to resume his position on top of you.

“We don’t even have to do much. Just the tip, I promise. I just miss the feeling of you around me so much.” It’s the first time this whole night that you were able to recognize one of his lies as just that, a bold-faced lie. You knew how he got when he was in the mood, how dark and clouded his mind got with lust to the point where he was a whole different Toji. But you let him believe that you believed that, a small okay leaving your lips along with a nod as you accepted his lips on yours once more; his tongue slipping past your lips to find yours, gently sucking on it and letting out a light moan at the familiarity of it. He didn’t even have to use his hands to guide his cock to your entrance because he was just that big, breaking away from the kiss to look at where the two of you connected and using his hips to guide his erect tip inside of the warmth of your cunt. For a minute, maybe even less, he kept his “promise” of inserting only his tip, but the feeling of your walls gripping on only the tip of his cock was enough for him to go crazy. Something on the verge of a whimper and a moan leaving his lips. He needed more of you and he was going to have more of you. Disregarding his promise like you predicted, he ruthlessly bucked his hips up against yours, his whole length entering you with ease from the build-up of your arousal that had taken the physical form of wetness.

“Pussy so wet just for me that you swallowed me whole.” He tried to pin it on you and if you weren’t stuffed to the brim with him right now maybe you would’ve rolled your eyes and told him how dumb he sounded, but you went along with it. He didn’t even give you time to adjust to him because even after months without touching each other he knew the pussy that he trained with constant fucking every week would remember his shape and form, adjusting your legs so they were folded up against your stomach and immediately getting to work.

“I might have to put another baby in you if this is what post-pregnancy pussy feels like. You feel so good and right around my cock, baby.”

Each thrust was like heaven on earth, his cock curved in just the right spots to his every sensitive area inside of you that left your toes curling and a faint white creamy line begin to form at the base of his cock. It had been so long since you’ve had a nice good fucking. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so full, so good to the point where tears formed around the edges of your eyes. No one, not even the toys you had spent $100’s on tucked away in your closet, came close to the affect that he had on your body.

He always knew just what to do and just what to say to have you crumbling underneath him. One of your favorite but also most disliked quality that he possessed.

[skinnyducky]

lullaby (pt. 2 to cherry) // v.h.

This part went through so many changes. Originally, they weren't getting back together but I ultimately decided for Y/n to take Vinnie back because I'm a sucker for happy endings and second chances. Kinda came out longer than I wanted it too, but meh. This part is heavily inspired by the song "Lullaby" by Mariah Carey. Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

link to part 1

Word Count: 2219, unedited

WARNING: language, mentions of partying, alcohol, drugs, and a very fluffy yet cheesy ending.

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It had been a few months since you and Vinnie had bid your goodbyes. Within those months, you were doing great. You had aced your first semester classes, you just moved into your apartment, and you were at the highlight of your life. The only thing you lacked was someone to bask in the happiness with. To say you missed Vinnie was an understatement, but you were too prideful to actually tell yourself that.

You tried dating again, but no one could hold a candle to your Vinnie. Plus, you hadn’t been keeping up with him on social media or anything, so you didn’t know if he had moved on and forgotten you. You didn’t want to reopen old wounds, so you refrained from contacting him.

But little did you know, not a day went by that Vinnie didn’t think about you. He constantly thought about what he did, beating himself up for even having the thought of another girl while he was with you. But he didn’t know what to do. Your relationship was dying, and none of you bothered to even talk about it. So, to him, he thought there was nothing that he could do…thus causing him to do what he did. Thankfully, he didn’t go too far with the girl, but still…he knew what he did was terrible.

Dating for him was pretty much impossible. Much similar to your situation, there was no one who could fill your shoes. The way you danced around in his head during the day and ruled his dreams at night…no one could do that for him. You were one of a kind, and with as many offers he got, he was torn that none of them were from you. He was a funk…a really bad one.

His friends and housemates took notice of this and being the best friends they were, they decided to drag him out of the house and to a party at Triller Compound because that’s what every heartbroken friend needed when they’re down. To be surrounded by booze, loud music, and sweaty people…oh yeah, that’s what he definitely needed right at this moment.

“C’mon, at least smile a little bit.” Alex said, looking back the upset boy through the rearview mirror.

“Smile about what? Going to some party that I didn’t even want to go to.”

“You seriously need to get over, Y/n.” Thomas sighed, turning to Vinnie from the passenger seat. “What happened between to you two happened for a reason. You just gotta let it go.”

Mia scoffed from beside Vinnie and slapped Thomas on the shoulder. “Thomas, it’s not that easy!”

“I’m just saying, if it were me, I wouldn’t be all upset and everything.”

“So, you’re saying if we broke up…you wouldn’t be sad?” Mia responded sharply, obviously joking.

Thomas nearly choked, looking back at his girlfriend. “I-I’m not saying that. I mean, if…it’s just that…it’s different, okay. He cheated.”

“Did you have to bring that up?” Mia rolled her eyes and turned to Vinnie. “Don’t listen to him, okay. It was your relationship, and sure you messed it up, but…you still can be sad about it. I think.”

Vinnie huffed and stayed silent, no bothering to listen to anyone. He didn’t need people reminding him of his mistakes, that was the whole reason why he was being a downer. He just couldn’t forgive himself. There were no ounce of words or speeches that anyone could give him that would make him feel better. This was just something that he’d have to get over with time.

It was only minutes before they pulled up to the packed mansion and stumbled out of Alex’s car, Vinnie being the last out. He watched as his friends rushed to the house before heading inside. Upon entering the house, scenes of people grinding and drinking came into his sights. The sound of trap music filled his ears as the strong stench of weed brushed across his nose. He sneered before walking to the backyard. He scanned the area for any sober person he knew, hoping to find someone to complain about his situation to.

As he searched, his eyes landed on a familiar head of y/h/c hair. He furrowed his brows, trying to get a better view of the person. “That can’t be who I think it is,” he thought to himself as he moved in closer.

That was when you looked to side, and he caught a glimpse of your profile. His heart nearly stopped beating the minute he saw your face. He breathed hitched in his threat as he tried to keep himself from hyperventilating. He never thought he’d see you again, yet here you were…just a few feet away from him. He had forgotten the fact that you two had mutual acquaintances, so it came to no surprise that you’d come to this party.

Vinnie watched as you threw you head back in laughter at something one of your friend’s said. There wasn’t much he could do but stare at you. He didn’t know what to do. It’d be risky to even think you’d want to talk to him, so he refrained from walking up to you. He didn’t want to bring up painful memories. It was a good thing you hadn’t seen him yet.

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“You’re joking!” You smiled. “Come to think of it though, Bryce would be the one to try and drink tequila off your tits.”

Your friend, Y/bff/n snorted, “I know right!? I was like…sir, I am not that kind of a girl. Please have a good night.”

The two of you continued to laugh at her situation before you heard her go silent. You calmed yourself down, looking at her shocked face. Confused, you followed her eyes and turned around to see what had her so shook up. At that moment, your eyes met the very person you had least expected to see tonight…

Vinnie.

He was staring right back at you. The minute he realized you were looking back at him, he nearly freaked out. He attempted to look around, playing as if he hadn’t been eyeing you, but you had already caught him in the act.

“Is that…?”

“Vinnie, yep. That’s him.” You said, placing a hand on your hip. “I wonder what he’s doing here.”

Y/bff/n snickered. “It’s a party, Y/n.”

“I know that, but I honestly didn’t expect him to be here tonight.”

You two watched the boy look around frantically and you couldn’t help but smile a bit. You missed him and judging from the sight in front of you…it seemed as if he did too. But still, you were a bit out of the loop. Who’s to say he hasn’t already moved on. You couldn’t intrude on his happiness, that wouldn’t be fair.

“You should go talk to him.” Y/bff/n said.

You looked at her with your eyebrows raised. “You really think so?”

“It’s obvious he’s still into you, babes. And considering the fact you’ve been looking at him with those goo-goo eyes, I think you’re still into him too.”

“I don’t know, Y/bff/n. I mean…what if he’s seeing someone else.”

“There’s no way. If he’s trying that hard to pretend that he wasn’t just staring at you, he’s still hung up on you. And, even if he is seeing someone, that doesn’t mean you can’t just go and talk to him.”

You shrugged. “I guess you’re right.”

“Atta girl. Oh, and on your way back, make sure you grab me one of those little mini cakes. I’ve been craving one since we got here.”

Rolling your eyes at the foolish girl, you proceeded to leave her side and head over to Vinnie. The moment he saw you, he practically froze. You could tell he was nervous; his awkward stance and wide eyes told it all.

Within seconds, you stood before the boy, a slight grin on your face.

“Hey, Vinnie.” You greeted, placing your arms behind your back.

“Y/n, didn’t see you there!” He laughed. “Well, I did see you there but like, I wasn’t watching you or anything…yeah, totally wasn’t watching you.”

Your smile grew wider. “Yeah, sure. So, how’ve you been?”

“Good, uh…definitely good. You?”

“Um, my classes are going well, and I just got a new place…so, can’t complain.”

“That’s dope, Y/n. Glad to hear you’re doing good.”

You nodded, looking down at your feet. “Same to you. I’m sure you’re, y’know…enjoying everything with your girlfriend.”

Vinnie looked at you with a puzzled expression, your statement taking him back a bit. To be honest, he couldn’t be surprised that you thought he’d be taken by now because he thought the same about you. However, at the same time, with the way he was acting right now, he was shocked you didn’t realize he was still head-over-heels for you.

“I don’t, um…I’m not seeing anyone.”

You grinned to yourself, trying to keep your cool as you tilted your head at him. “I’m sorry, I just thought you’d be with someone.”

“It’s fine. I definitely get it. To be honest, I thought you’d be here with someone.”

“Technically, I am.” You replied.

It was at that moment Vinnie felt his heart explode and despair run through his system. He weakly put on a happy face, shooting you a thumbs up.

“That’s g-great.”

“Yeah, Y/bff/n just was dying to come with me. She’s been begging to go to one of these parties, so I thought why not?”

“Oh,” Vinnie breathed, feeling his heart piece itself back together. “So, you’re not seeing anyone?”

You shook your head. “Not right now. I’ve been on a few dates and stuff, but no one has ever made me feel like y-”

You stopped yourself, locking your lips together to keep that last word from leaving your mouth. You didn’t know why, but something in you didn’t want you sharing your feelings with Vinnie. Maybe it was the small ounce of hurt that clung to your heart like a child from Vinnie’s infidelity. Or maybe it was the slight fear that he may not want to get back together. There were so many thoughts in your head, all speaking at once. It was so loud, that you didn’t even catch what Vinnie had said to you.

“…and-…Y/n? You listening?” He tapped you gently, bringing you out of your head.

“Sorry about that. I was in my head for a moment. What were you saying?”

“I was just saying that I’m sorry for what I did. I was just so confused on where we stood in our relationship, not saying that it justifies my actions, but instead of coming to talk to you, I went and…well, did what I did. Believe me, I never meant to hurt you, and I totally understand if you don’t forgive me.”

You sighed, “I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t know where our relationship was headed either. Honestly, I was planning to break up with you that night.”

“And I ended up giving you even more of a reason to do so.”

You both laughed before meeting each other’s eyes.

“I wish we had talked about it, y’know? Communicated and all of that suff. It would’ve saved us both a heap of heartache.” You continued. “I can’t lie, even though life has been good, it sucks not being able to share it with you.”

Vinnie smirked, taking your hands in his. “Y/n, ever since we broke up…I haven’t been able to think about anything but you. I hadn’t streamed, I barely left the house…I couldn’t do anything. I just didn’t know how to function without you. You have such a hold over me…I didn’t know how to get over you.”

“I guess this whole goodbye thing really wasn’t a good idea after all.”

“No, I think it was. I think it happened for a reason. That reason being, so we can fall in love all over again.”

At this point, you were a smiling mess and there was nothing you could do to hide it. Vinnie wasn’t any better, you could tell he was in pain by the way he hadn’t stopped showing his pearly whites. It clear to both of you now that you two were still in love, if not more than before.

“That’s so sweet, Vin.” You said. “But also, cheesy. You were always the sappy one in the relationship.”

“As if, Miss Hopeless Romantic. I’m not the one who freaks out over Valentine’s Day.”

“Mmhm, sure you don’t.”

The two of you stood there for minute in silence, your hands entangled, and your gazes planted on each other. It felt good, and it was almost as if all that hurt…that fear…it was completely gone and now replaced with passion and security.

“Y/n, I know you probably have some resentment towards me, but I love you too much to care. So, if you’re willing and there’s enough forgiveness in your heart…I wanna restart, right from the beginning.”

Without much thought or hesitation, you said, “We can restart. For sure.”

“Well, in that case…Hi, I’m Vinnie.”

You smiled as the feeling of love washed over you. To say you were happy was an understatement, you were in paradise. Life was great, and now you had your boy back to share it with.

“Nice to meet you, Vinnie. I’m Y/n.”