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iovesia · 2 months

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𐚁֙࿐ BE MY DADDY TONIGHT.

keanu mlist.⠀ 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ ⠀bodyguard!con&wick⠀𝑥⠀f!reader.

synopsis: you have one job for tonight's ball: behave. easier said than done, right? well, your two bodyguards will make sure you stay in line. by any means necessary.

contents. bratty!rich!reader. large age gap. threesome. brat taming. oral (m!receiving). hate to gentle sex? double penetration (+ANAL). sir kink. pure filthy filth. 5.0k words.

⋆ 𓂃 ﾟ .⠀josie's little note. mentally, physically WEAK for my fav duo— this is a spin off to you can be the boss, so hopefully you guys will enjoy :3 if u see any grammar or spelling errors, no you don't ♡

“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”

“Why not?” You scoff.

“Take that off.”

You roll your eyes, looking back into the mirror, hands gently smoothing the silk covering your hips. Having people paid to stalk your every move, means you’ll always have a second opinion for your outfits. The downside is that they’re 40 year old men with zero fashion sense.

“No way,” you defend, viewing your body in every angle. The pink satin hugged your figure just right, the slit on the side exposing your smooth leg and thigh. Each mirror perfectly reflected your good side— which was every side. “This is totally, like, ball material.”

The annual Senator’s ball. The one day of the year where your father is forced to interact with you, and acknowledge your existence beyond a weekly check to your bank account. You and your family have attended every single one since you were 5, a begrudging effort to boost your father’s campaigns and image.

Family’s everything.. at least to the voters. Chin up and grin when the cameras point your way.

“Is this ball in the red light district?” Constantine snickers, earning a glare from his associate.

Your two bodyguards were spending their Saturday afternoon watching over you, as they always do. Except now at the painstakingly boring activity of shopping. Constantine and John (your original offer of calling them ‘Beavis and Butthead’ were immediately shot down), a pair of older brawny men in black suits, sat in the comically pink fluffy chairs as you tried on several outfits. As similar as the two men look, they couldn’t be more different personality wise.

Constantine was the fun one; could actually take a joke, and was more lax on the rules, but you knew it was just to irritate John. You had no clue why your father hired him, then you remember the handfuls of other guards you annoyed to resignation. Last resort.

John was the polar opposite. Total grade A military asshole. Knows what you’re gonna do before you do it. Wouldn’t crack a smile to save his life. He was the worse cop to Constantine’s bad cop.

“Find something else,” John stares blankly at you.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” you sneer. The two of you lock eyes in a silent stand-off, with Constantine just smirking on the sidelines. “It’s my money, not yours.”

“No, it’s your father’s money,” John retorts.

“And daddy dearest is gonna have our necks if we let you come dressed like that,” Constantine interjects.

“Change. Now.”

Your face scrunches up into an ugly scowl, as you march back to the dressing room, muttering profanities under your breath. Like a petulant child, you tug and try on new dresses with aggression in your movements. Damn near ripping the seams.

You come out after a few minutes in a new dress: a baby blue silk dress which reaches the floor, hiding your curves and hips. Like a Kate Hudson look-alike, the silky dress left your back exposed.

“Nuh uh,” the older man shakes his head, arms crossed.

“Oh come on!” You exclaim, turning around in a huff. “You want me to show up dressed like the Virgin Mary. Get real.”

“Yeah, John, get real,” Constantine mocks your high pitched voice.

"You stay out of this—" John shoots his partner a side eye.

“John, I’m buying this. I’m not going to that ball lookin’ like a nun,” you reaffirm, as you take one last look in the mirror. Your hands smoothing the dress down over your backside, you grinned satisfied. The soft material on your skin boosted your confidence for the upcoming night.

“Just buy the dress and let’s go,” John mutters, glancing at your reflection. Constantine smirks, whispering something to him. Your brows furrowed, but you waved your hand dismissively, your mind focused on the ball rather than their stares.

The ride to the ball was painful. Mentally at least.

You sat next to your father in the back of the pristine limousine. Your father typed endlessly away on his mobile, answering the string of emails that flooded in daily. He was a busy man, and this upcoming election only soaked up any remainder of his free time. Stupidly, you hoped he would at least talk to you on the way to the ball— a repeatedly unfulfilled hope.

“Please behave at this ball, I need tonight to go well,” Your father drawls, like he has to force out every word. Talking with you always seemed like a chore.

“I always behave,” you try to joke, but it falls flat when your father doesn’t even lift his eyes from his phone. Incessant clicking noises fill the limo, and you clear your throat, shifting to rest your elbow on the car door.

“I mean it,” he says firmly. “You will not embarrass me like you did last time.”

“That was an accident..”

The dreaded accident he’s referring to was the year prior, and the aftermath of it all nearly cost your father his win. Being a politician’s brat means your only other friends included snobby offspring of other politicians, or mobsters who shadowed them. Your then boyfriend at the time: Richard Dubois, son of an alleged mobster, was getting handsy with the Judge’s daughter. Your firey temper got the better of you, and the words “fucking bitch” left you quicker than the common sense did as you threw your drink on her.

The tabloid nightmare that followed that night almost made your father’s head explode. His furious words echoed in your mind.

“Rich brat strikes again! Party-girl daughter of the running Senator spills the gossip AND drink on— Do you see what you’ve done?!” He reads the article out loud, disdain dripping from each word. “What the hell’s the matter with you?! Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I said sorry..”

“Sorry that I cut your allowance in half,” he replies with a roll of his eyes. Your father sets his phone down, his attention briefly flittering to you. His brows furrowed, as he analyses your outfit. The crinkle in his nose marking his disapproval. “Wick and Constantine will be keeping an eye on you.”

“What?!” Your lips part. “You promised I’d get to be on my own tonight.”

“That’s before I remembered you’re a goddamn walking PR nightmare.”

You didn’t respond and he knew he had upset you. Your words were lost as you turned your face away.

“Fine, whatever,” you mumble, hiding the hurt in your tone.

“You pull any stunts, young lady and I’m cutting you off.”

You turn your head back in a shock, not registering what he just said.

“You’re damn near 21 years old, you’re lucky I loved your mother enough to not kick you out,” was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Wick and Constantine will be keeping me up to date. If I hear a single fuck up from them, you’re done.”

Being monitored and scolded like a child greatly dampened the mood.

Not that these balls were much fun anyways.

The hall was filled with hundreds of familiar faces dressed in the latest fashion. Rival candidates, politicians, judges, criminal affiliates, and of course their children; each more spoiled than the last. There was not a single friendly face in this ball. Each man and woman walked and danced the floors with hungry hearts and dollar signs in their eyes.

Humility was a poor man’s game.

You found yourself talking to a group of girls your own age. Like most rich brats, the conversation turned to competition, each girl showing off whatever luxury adorned her body. Every sly comment or backhanded compliment from them simply bounced off you, as you had no qualms showing off your own expenses.

“My parents are taking us to Cabo next month. We’re staying at the Waldorf,” One of the girls (Aria..? Anna..? You couldn’t be bothered to remember) spoke with amusement at the “awes" coming from the other girls.

“The Waldorf? Oh that cute little place?” You chime in, sipping your glass of champagne. “I’ve been, like, 4 or 5 times already. This is your first time going?” The girl's eyes widened a little at your audacity, influenced to focus on you now. That’s the one thing you were good at: being the centre of attention. You couldn’t help it. The conversation goes in loops, everyone trying to outshine the other, and eventually your glass turns empty.

“Excuse me,” you clear your throat, disbanding from the circle. Scratching at your skin, the boredom in you grew antsier. You needed some stimulation— something remotely interesting to converse about which wasn’t the stock market peaks, or whatever Fox News was blabbering about.

A notification on your phone alerts your attention, and you check your latest message. Your group chat is filled with details about a party going on a few blocks down from here. Unable to stop the grin growing on your lips, you glance around the room. You prayed that maybe your father wasn’t serious about Constantine and John being on your ass all night. With no sight of two men in black, you make your way towards the exit of the ball.

As you walk down the halls of the ball, a hand gently wraps around your elbow.

“Where are you going?”

You were a bit taken aback at the way John holds your elbow.

“Salsa dancing,” you mock, tugging your arm back. “The bathroom, obviously.” The lie flows off your tongue like water. But he wasn’t as stupid as you hoped.

The dark eyed man looks down at you with a blank stare, as though he doesn’t believe you. He straightens his back, his hand moving back to his side. You swallow, trying to bury the goosebumps swimming on your skin.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” you raise a brow.

“Okay. Go then,” he says to you.

“Well.. yeah..” you stammer, pushing a strand of hair from your face. “I didn’t need your permission.”

John’s eyes never leave your figure as you keep walking. Pretending to head to the bathroom, you hide behind the half-wall, occasionally peeking back to make sure he wasn’t looking. Once the coast was clear, your heels clicked against the polished floors as you left the party all giddy.

The techno beat of the music, along with vibrant flashing lights stinging your eyes, made your movements only more sluggish in this dingy club. Having just entered the party, you were whisked away by some “friends” and immediately handed some shots to do.

You were merely four blocks from where the ball was taking place, and you were quite proud of yourself for slipping past your father and his Shining Twins. Not that it was a hard feat, apparently. You haven’t seen those morons almost the entire night.

You down your third shot, the liquor burning your throat deliciously as your friends cheer you on. Granted, they were just people you linked up to get trashed with rather than actual friends— but it beats drinking alone.

“Hey baby, let me get some of that,” a random male voice calls out from behind you.

“In your dreams!” You call back, earning a whistle and a few chuckles from drunk wannabe frat boys. The incessant pick up lines and cat calling rolls off your back at this point, keeping your focus on the party girls who keep taking shots and howling along to the music.

Sure enough, you lose track of time. Beads of sweat form on your forehead while you sway your hips along to the beat, dancing with your girls. Your throat almost raw from shouting the lyrics over the bass, you’re completely amiss to your phone that’s exploding with missed calls.

You’re in the middle of downing another shot when a warm presence is felt on your back. Annoyance etched on your face, realising that frat boy was back, you turn around “Look, asshole— I already said—”

“Ouch, sweetheart."

Your face falls at the sight of Constantine’s contrived smile.

“Oh fuckkkk,” you whisper, a little too loudly. “Constantine— hey— wow—”

“Wow indeed,” Constantine interrupts, grabbing your bicep. With a loud “hey!”, you slap at his tight grip as he drags you through the sea of drunk partygoers. Your anger turns to pleading then to bratty complaints once you begin reaching the exit.

“Constantine— wait— c’mon—” You try to interject. His unusually calm disposition brewed the panic in your bones. If Constantine of all people was calm— that was your indicator you fucked up. Normally you could play off your rule-breaking tendencies with some witty banter, but tonight was not the night.

As the older man hauls you out of the club, onto the chilly New York streets, you lock eyes with your other bodyguard. John stood in front of a black car, his dark suit almost blending into it. His muscular arms crossed on his chest as Constantine nearly shoves you in front of him.

“Look let’s not freak out now—”

“Get in the car,” when he spoke, it was like there was gravel in his throat. You’ve never heard such a commanding tone from him before.

You sat with your tail between your legs in the backseat of the black mustang. The air was suffocating you and slowly sobering you up, nervous chills dancing on your spine. The two men sat in the front, with John driving as always.

“I was just—”

“No.” John says bluntly.

“But I–”

“No.”

“John plea—”

“Save it,” he commands, his tone quiet but deadly. You glance up at the rearview mirror, looking to Constantine for some backup. He barely turns his head from where he’s sat in the passenger’s seat, looking back at you.

“Can’t help you here, kid,” his voice lackluster, before turning back to facing the road.

You were in for it.

“Have you lost your mind?”

The deja-vu nearly makes you sick. You were sitting in your disgustingly pink bedroom, on your soft queen-sized bed. John stood diagonal to you, in his typical stoic position as Constantine boredly spun around in your desk chair.

“No,” you retort in a duh tone. “I was just trying to have fun.”

“Ah yes, drinking and illegal substances— perfect idea of fun,” Constantine scoffs, his face in an uncharacteristic frown.

“There were no drugs!” You defend.

“Like we’re going to believe that,” John says coldly, earning a jaw drop from you. Sure you were spoiled, complained a lot, and lacked common sense— but you weren’t a liar! Swallowing, you look back up at John’s intense gaze.

“I was just having some fun— Jesus!— The ball was so goddamn boring, I literally thought I would fall asleep!”

“So dramatic,” John grumbles, his dismissive tone so similar to that of your father, it makes you snap.

“Go fuck yourself!” you huff bitterly.

“Watch your mouth,” they warned in a chilling tandem, their voices tinged with a cold edge. Your eyes widened a little at their unified scolding, causing your ego to shrink down. The chair squeaks as Constantine stands up, now joining John’s side.

“Look, I’m sorry, I snuck out,” you sigh, your apology as insincere as it gets. “Are we cool now?”

“No we’re not cool now,” John jeers, mocking your inflection. “You realise you could’ve gotten in serious trouble right?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t—”

“Because I had to drag your ass out of there. Who even let you in? You’re not even 21 yet,” Constantine’s brow stitched together, judgement filling his words. Your hands weakly gesture to your figure, the low cut dress speaking for itself. Constantine rolled his eyes, while John released an exasperated sigh.

“Your father’s gonna have a field day with that one..” John taking out his phone made your heart drop.

“Woah—woah— wait no— why are you calling him?” You stammer, jumping up from your spot. The two guards share a look before turning back to you, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Maybe because his daughter not only snuck out, but went drinking on one of the most important days of his life?” John explains, but you were well aware already.

“And so we don’t get fired,” Constantine interjects.

You opened your mouth but John was already scrolling to find your father’s contact information. Suddenly you grab at his wrist, soft pleas leaving your lips. Finally cracking through his blank expressions, he raises his eyebrows a little at how weak you sound.

If I hear a single fuck up from them, you’re done.

You couldn’t get cut off. You weren’t built for anything outside of partying and shopping.

“Please don’t tell him, please,” you ask, the mirth in your voice fading. John clears his throat, his interest clearly piqued and he lowers his phone. You looked uneasily between the two brawny men, as they awaited your next words. “Please.. I’ll do anything. I’m really sorry.”

Batting your lashes, you can see the cogs turning in their heads. You weren’t stupid. You were stupid hot–— but not stupid. Constantine’s little jokes always had some flirty undertones, and as high and mighty John says he is, you definitely caught him readjusting while you were trying on dresses.

Before John could pick his phone back up, Constantine swoops in. “Hang on a minute,” as he holds his hand over John’s wrist. “Anything?”

You bite your lip, nodding.

Constantine side eyes his cohort, his pink lips turning up from a frown into a sly grin. John’s lack of protest or offence at the suggestion only affirmed what you knew. You take a step closer, purposely amplifying the sad bambi look in your eyes. Your delicate hands resting on either chest of John and Constantine, manicured fingers toying with their ties. “It’ll be our secret..”

“Fuck,” was the weak groan that fell from John’s lips. His body betrays him, and he feels his cock twitching underneath the slacks you’re hastily working to get off. The man in black lies back against your fluffy pillows, and headboard, with you on all fours, and Constantine at the end.

Constantine sponges soft kisses from your lower hip, all the way up your spine, his hands sliding the silky dress further up and up. Meanwhile, your own hands are pulling at John’s pants, slowly tugging them down, exposing his dark happy trail.

“No bra on? Dollface, I’m shocked,” Constantine taunts. He’s knelt right behind you on the bed, his huge hands stroking your sides before cupping your pillowy breasts. You whine, looking at John through your long lashes as Constantine toys with your sensitive buds. The bearded man leans up a little, helping to take your baby blue dress off before tossing it to the side. A wave of shyness overcomes you, your naked body aside from panties being eyed hungrily by two men who want nothing more than to taste you.

Constantine pulls you up, your back pressed to his clothed chest as he pinches at your nipples. John’s gaze never leaves your flustered face, and you feel his hands on your hips. Constantine’s lips leave faint kisses on your ear and neck, as both pairs of hands grope and squeeze your soft skin.

“Isn’t she fuckin’ pretty?” Constantine’s baritone voice echoes in the shell of your ear, his huge hands still massaging your breasts. John simply chuckles, his fingers hooking the sides of your skimpy pink panties.

“Prettier when her mouth’s shut,” John muses. The cool draft hits your exposed skin as John slides your underwear down, leaving you bare and ready to be feasted on. John’s calloused finger trails your inner thigh before reaching your slit. His digit traces over your clit, gently stroking it in slow circles.

“John—” you whisper breathlessly.

“Sir,” he corrects.

Constantine pushes you back down, and your face now inches from John. The sound of Constantine’s clothes ruffling as he unbuttons his shirt, piques your excitement, and you can’t help squirming your hips.

The sound that left you was embarrassing as a cold glob of spit trickles from Constantine’s mouth down to your cunt. John watches how you unravel as Constantine’s touch, and he holds tightly onto your jaw. Your big doe eyes are forced to stare into his dark irises, and he drinks in every whimper and squeal coming from those pretty lips.

Constantine pushes his index finger into you, and you bite your lip hard. The two men chuckle quietly at your reactions, and Constantine flusters you when he comments on how tight you are. Your nails gently pinch into John’s thighs, and you feel his hand on the back of your neck.

You take the hint as your fingers pull his cock out from his slacks. Swallowing, your eyes widen a little at the size, your hand barely wrapping around the base. John’s lips press to your temple.

“Suck,” he says lowly,

“Yes.. sir..” the word drips with sin as you lower your head. Pressing pecks to his tip, you generously spit on your hand to lube his cock. John can’t hold back a groan, your pretty little hand stroking his cock while Constantine fingers you was a sight to behold.

Your mouth was so wet and warm, your lips stretched to the brim as you lowered your head even further. John’s large hand rests on the back of your head, keeping you in your place and making you gag. Your heart stuttered at the action, the near lack of oxygen filling your bones with panic and adrenaline. He only lets you up when you choke, and there’s a long clear line of spit connecting from your lip to his cock. You wipe your mouth, using the extra spit to stroke his girth once more.

Meanwhile, Constantine’s slacks dropped as well. You mewl when he pulls his finger back, leaving your needy hole empty temporarily. His pelvis pressed against you, and you felt something hard. Your eyes closed as you welcomed the sensation of his cock teasing you, collecting the slick off your weeping cunt. His tip prods at your entrance, barely filling your desperate hole.

Constantine smirks at your muffled whimpers, the obscene sounds eliciting from you sucking John off only made his own cock harder. “Daddy’s little girl is such a cockslut, who’da thought?”

“You’d do anything to not lose daddy’s money, huh? Even fucking the help?” John croons coldly, and the heat blooms in your cheeks. John’s hand tightens as it finds a home on the back of your head, his fingers pulling at your hair as he drags your mouth up and down his cock.

“Not the first time— probably the only reason the other guards stuck around as long as they did, right?” Constantine lies just to rile you up. He was not gentle as he pushed his way into you, making you gag once again. His hips rolled against you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Constantine’s fingers dug painfully into your sides, each motion of him pulling you back and forth on his cock rattled your body. Your moans and pants vibrated against John’s cock, your tongue flat against the base.

You gasp for air as John pulls you off once again, his fingers smearing the drool and cum from your lips all across your mouth and chin. Eyes shut in fear as he pats your face condescendingly. “You like being used like this, hm?” John’s tone is gentle even if his words are mean.

You nod mindlessly, hand still stroking his cock. John tilts his head to watch where Constantine’s hips and your ass meet, his cock no doubt buried deep into your sopping cunt, and John licks his lips. “Use your words.”

“I— I like—” you pant, as Constantine leans forward, pressing his now bare chest to your back. You relied on John for support, little squeals falling from your wet lips as he ruts relentlessly into you. “I like being used— yes— yes sir—”

“Oh, she fuckin’ likes it..” Constantine mocks your whines, his lips graze your ear. “What would daddy dearest think if he saw you like this? Fucking the men he pays to watch you?”

Your eyes flutter closed, mouth parted open slightly as Constantine fucks you stupid. His cock sliding in and out of you with ease at this point, as you leave a ring of white at the base of his dick.

His thrusts come to a gradual halt, his cock pulling out of you. He would be lying if he said he didn’t love the sight of you clenching around air, begging to be filled like the needy girl you are. Suddenly you feel John manhandling your hips, pulling your chest against his. He shifts his hips a little lower, lining up your sensitive entrance with his shaft. Your thighs were a trembling mess as you hovered right over him. Like a fleshlight, he lowers you painfully slowly down on him, letting you feel each inch stretching you apart.

Constantine’s lips ghost your shoulder blades and he kisses along your shoulder, his huge hands back on your breasts. You’re surprised that John hasn’t shifted once, and instead is letting himself be snug inside your warm hole.

Your curiosity turns to alarm when you feel a wet sensation on your other opening.

“No— wait— I’ve never—” your stutters were merely shushed by both men, and a sharp spank from Constantine. John’s hands hold your hips tight and Constnatine pushes you down, so you’re chest to chest with John. With a forced arch, Constantine parts your cheeks, further exposing your holes.

You squirm a little, begging for any stimulation from John’s end, but he remains completely still.

“I’ll be gentle.. Promise,” Constantine offers you reassurance in the form of a gentle hand on your back. Inhaling sharply as you feel his tip probe your puckered hole, John’s hand strokes the side of your face. Your breathing was shallow as you looked at him with worried eyes.

“Shh.. look at me,” John whispers, pulling your face close as he slots his lips against yours. This mini distraction allows for Constantine to slide in a little deeper, releasing a hiss of his own. Your whimpers of pain were swallowed by John as you stretched around Constantine. Soon enough, the two men were lodged deep inside you, and you felt full to the brim.

Tears kissed your eyes in the sudden shift in atmosphere, and with the contrasting feel of pain and pleasure of having two men inside you at the same time. Constantine kisses behind your ear, and John along your lips and cheek.

“Taking us so well, dollface,” Constantine croons.

“You’re doing so good for us, c’mon..” John whispers.

Your tears do nothing for your pain, but earn the gentle affection of John and Constantine. The pain spikes when they both begin to move in and out slowly. Your manicure digs into John’s muscular chest, and it pushes out a quiet moan from him.

Their thrusts gradually quicken, and their caring personas begin to drop once again. Constantine’s hands cup the fat of your ass tightly, keeping you spread as he oogles the way he and John’s dicks disappear inside both your holes. The two men can’t help how fucking good you feel. Like the giving gift, they will gladly keep taking.

“It hurts, hurts—” you whine softly, eyes squeezed shut as tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

“I know, baby, I know,” John hums, his words not matching his actions as he keeps moving your hips up and down. Their strokes were fast and hard, and with Constantine pressed against your back, you felt completely sandwiched between them both.

Their pants and grunts mix in with your airy, feminine cries of pleasure. They were too occupied in watching the way your ass jiggled or how your tits bounced with each roll of their hips. The spoiled little brat they once knew, was now a whimpering, flushed mess: your doe eyes all teary and lips swollen from how hard you’re biting them.

“Our girl’s making us feel so good— it’s what we deserve after the shit you put us through tonight,” Constantine pants, putting his foot up which makes his cock plunge even deeper into your ass.

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry—” your shaky tone comes out, forcing in a painful breath as you cry, the voice of reason in your mind going right out the window.

“No more sneaking out after this right? Gonna be a good girl? Listen to what you’re told?” John coos, cradling your clammy hand on his chest. You can barely speak, so you nod feverishly. You’d agree to anything at this point.

“I think the poor thing wants to cum,” Constantine pulls your head back, and your neck cranes as you look back at him over your shoulder. He sees the fucked out gaze in those pretty irises, and feels the tension in your clench. “Should we let her?”

“I think she’s had enough,” sent relief through your body. You couldn’t even tell who’s fingers pressed against your clit, but all you know is that it made the coil in your belly tighten. The quick circles on your bundle of nerves, was enough to send over the edge, and you exhale a loud moan. The tension in your tummy snaps, as your fluttering walls tighten through your climax.

Meanwhile, your two bodyguards were still chasing their own highs, using your trembling frame like a doll at this point. You could hardly comprehend a thing until the feeling of warm, thick release filled both your holes. All three of your exhausted pants filled the sweaty, sex-smelling room, and you finally collapsed against John’s chest. The animalistic growls came to a halt as they stilled inside you.

“Hey, hey..” a few gentle pats to the face jolt you awake. A little squelch can be heard when Constantine pulls out of you first, with John following. The brawny men lays you on your back, ignoring the dribbles of cum leaking from your holes. “You okay?” Constantine pats your face, a flash of concern on his face.

You nod tiredly, eyes drooping. The mascara stained your face, and the glitter lipgloss was nowhere to be seen anymore.

“Did so well for us,” John says calmly, kissing the corner of your mouth. The stoic, cold, brute you once knew was now gently soothing your sensitive body.

“Good girl.” Your heart flipped.

“Our little secret, right?” Constantine smirks, trying to lighten the mood. Licking your dry lips, you give him a lazy smile.

“Our little secret,” you reaffirm tiredly.

Fin.

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UNEVEN ODDS — CH. 1

Chapter One: These Questions Take Shape

Summary: The Reader is dragged into the Last of Us universe and has no choice but to watch the events unfold live in front of her or will she be able to change what was already written?

Paring: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Age-gap Romance, Violence, PTSD, Depression, Zombies, character death, swearing, angst, fluff, eventual SMUT, MY SCIENCE MIGHT BE WRONG, plot holes, rusty writing, alternate universe

A/N: I write?? Kind of?? Tbh, this self-indulgent for sure! We love maladaptive daydreaming :) Anyways, English isn’t my first language so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes! Tbh I was just gonna write one chapter per episode but I got too excited :p

Song: doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine

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YOUR OBSERVABLE UNIVERSE – 2023

It’s been three years since the pandemic, COVID-19 has taken a toll on many people. Millions have died over the past few years and you were one of the lucky ones who got by, survived, and received the vaccine as soon it was available. The world slowly begins to open up and awake from its slumber during those years of uncertainty.

So what do you do now?

You work, continue with your quantum physics research and try and make sense of your life. Someday you’ll be able to be under the mercy of light to choose your fate and your need to find certainties and concrete science. For now, you enjoy the comforting sounds of characters conversing with each other.

Immediately as the show credits show, you fold your laptop close and prepare for bed. Episode 3 of the Last of Us was the most emotional so far, Bill and Frank’s story reminds you that love will transverse in every universe. With these tired eyes, you’ve seen enough for tonight. Your eyes slowly droop down and close, luring you into a deep sleep in a state of wishful thinking, hoping that you would have that kind of love in your life. But for now, the watercolor vivid dreams will suffice.

TLOU WORLD – 2023

You groggily wake up and find yourself on the floor. Slowly as you sit up, you use one of your hands to rub away the sleep, “What the hell,” you mumble. The anxiety begins to creep in, you recognize the coloring of the walls and the type of flooring used.

You look down at yourself to check what you’re wearing, no longer in your sleep clothes but traded away for cargo pants, a shirt, socks, and black boots. What’s more concerning was the familiar voices just outside the tattered room you were in.

“There’s not gonna be anything bad in here?”

A gruff response comes, “Just you.”

“Oh, funny.”

No. God, no way. This is not happening. This isn’t possible. You must be dreaming, right? You quickly stand up, and as soft footsteps come closer, you see Ellie staring at you with complete shock, “Holy shit!” she screams.

The thundering thumps of footsteps quickly make their way into the room as you stand there in complete shock. Your eyes widen in shock as you are now face to face with the characters you’ve grown to love from last night through your laptop screen right in front of you. This feels like a very cruel joke.

Dark brown eyes, salt and pepper hair, tan skin, and lines that appear as Joel frowns at you, unimpressed and suspicious. While Tess is completely covering Ellie, she narrows her eyes at you and says, “Raise your hands.”

Slowly you follow her command and raise both your hands, not wanting to increase the tension between you and them. Then you try your best to steady the trembling voice that wants to escape from you and directly look at Joel to say, “I’m not infected.”

“Show us your arm and neck.” He replies with his thick southern accent, and you bring your hand to the collar of your shirt to show them your neck and then lift the sleeves of your jacket to prove that you are being truthful.

The tension between the four of you still hadn’t dissipated despite proving that you didn’t have Cordyceps. “You got any weapons?” Tess asks and you shake your head, “No.”

Ellie groans in frustration, “Guys, I need to pee.” And you bite back a smile, her attitude, and unintentional humor. You clear your throat and say, “Um, you two could interrogate me in the other room so she can, uh, relieve herself.”

Ellie’s two protectors give each other a knowing side glance and proceed to lower their weapons that were aimed at you. You take a deep breath and then follow Joel as he first leaves the room while Tess watches and follows you from behind, making sure you don’t try anything funny.

You stand in the center of the room, with lush green grass, and flowers, you tilt your head up to look at the stream of daylight hitting your face. You take note of the overgrown plants and trees, mother nature taking back what’s hers. Eco-brutalists would be ecstatic about all of this, minus the fungi zombies.

Tess breaks the silence and asks, “What’s your name?” You give them your name and ask for theirs, even though you didn’t need to however, it is the polite and fair thing to do. You turn your head to look at both of them. They reluctantly tell you to give them their names as you try and manage to swallow away the fear and secretly hope this was all a dream or maybe a fucked up prank. Tess raises one eyebrow at you, “Where are you from?”

You purse your lips to a thin line and wonder how the hell you were gonna answer that question, you then settle for a, “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated how?” Joel gruffly asks you and you give him a light shrug in response and he scoffs.

Your shoulders sag at his reaction to your words, “I’m not trying to be difficult, I swear. It is complicated and hard to explain, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. And to be honest, I’m trying my best to wrap my head around this and find a way to explain it without sounding completely insane.”

Joel all but frowns at you but continues to ask, “You tryin’ to get to the QZ?” And without even thinking about it you shook your head in disagreement, and immediately followed your response with suspicion growing on their faces and a frown.

Tess looks at you in disbelief and says, “So, what the hell are you doing out in the city with all the infected running around? Going for a stroll?”

Not wanting to answer the question, you pivot to looking at his fractured hand and give him a light nod, gesturing to it, “Does it hurt?”

Tess glances at his hand and pushes Joel to sit on his chair, his hands shaking as he looks at his bloody knuckles. You also choose to sit on the plush cool green grass, the smell of earth fills your nostrils, and then watch the scene play out in front of you.

“Broken.” Tess states that Joel avoids eye contact with his partner in crime, “Maybe a hairline. It’ll heal fast.”

Tess looks down at the grimy floor and folded her hands in an attempt to calm herself, then raises her head as she whispers, “She made it through the fucking night, Joel.” He shakes his head at her, “It doesn’t matter. It’s gonna happen sooner or later. All right? We’re still close to the wall. We sneak both of them back into the QZ. We find a different way to get the battery.”

“This is our best shot,” Tess says unwaveringly with her decision while Joel scoffs, you watch them both like a tennis match and are surprised by the fact they didn’t even acknowledge your presence.

“We take her back into the QZ, someone’s gonna notice her arm. They’re gonna scan her then they’ll kill her.”

He harshly whispers back at Tess, “Well, better them than us. You need to stop talking about this kid like she’s got some kind of life in front of her.”

It felt like extreme deja vu watching Joel and Tess argue, and on queue, Ellie walks back in and throws the magazine on the floor, and slides towards Tess. The kid plops down to sit next to you on the lush grass and you look at her with a small smile.

“You hungry?” Tess asks the both of you as she rummages through her backpack to find the energy bars, “You can share some of ours.”

“Thanks. Marlene sent me with my own.” Ellie says and takes out a chicken sandwich from her bag pocket. Tess looks at you, offering some and you politely decline, the older woman tilts her head and says, “When was the last time you ate?”

“Yesterday.” You say without a thought.

“You wanna try to explain’ how you got here? Cause when we checked, you sure as hell weren’t here. Or how the fuck did you manage to survive this long with nothing?” Tess says as she chews on the bark this world now calls food. You feel your palms sweat and pulse slightly increase, you take a deep breath and say, “This is gonna sound extremely bazaar and completely impossible but try to keep an open mind because literal infected are roaming around the streets so believe anything is now within the realm of possibility. Okay?”

You got a couple of hums with curious gazes and listened as you began to speak, “I’m possibly from a different universe or world where this is all just fiction and you’re characters based on a video game-made television series. No, I have zero ideas how I got here. I went to bed and fell asleep, and next thing I know, I woke up with this painful migraine and fatigue, different clothes and you three suddenly existing.”

You paused as you took in the group gaping at you and you sigh, “From where I came from, we had a similar thing happen, a pandemic. However, it was a virus, not Cordyceps. We called it COVID-19, it could be transmitted through an infected person's mouth or nose in small liquid particles when they cough, sneeze, speak or breathe. The outbreak started in December 2019 and 6.84 million people died in the last three years during that time. We were able to make a vaccine at a rapid rate since our technology had advanced, and we were able to distribute it globally, so in the current year which we both share, which is 2023, we’re slowly trying to find our footing again as the world opens up.”

You feel your eyes glaze over, and you then shut them as you continued, “I know it sounds fucking impossible, trust me, a lot thought so too. My scientific hypothesis is that the multiverse does exist and somehow sleep or dreaming is connected to it. I really don’t know, it was all just theoretical.”

“Prove it.”

You open your eyes and look at Joel, completely surprised he spoke, “What?”

Joel’s baritone voice and defensive stare felt like electricity through your bones, “I said, prove it.”

If there’s anything you were good at, it was reading a ton of books in a short period and memorizing the important details and plot points. Visual memory paired with the love you had for these characters had you rewatching the three episodes over and over again. Quietly, you thank the younger you for being so nerdy.

You look Joel dead in the eye and turn to the kid beside you quietly looking at you while eating her sandwich, “Your name is Ellie, you got bitten by an infected while you snuck into the mall and then Marlene found you soon afterward. Those two,” you point your thumb in their direction, “need to get you to the state house in exchange for a battery so they can go find Tommy who has been missing for almost a month.”

“Holy shit. She knows my name.” Ellie said with her mouth full of her food.

You turn back to look at Joel and Tess, and then glance at his broken wristwatch, “And, um, Joel, I know how your watch broke, I’m so– .”

“Stop.” Joel lowly says, his stare as cold as ice and distrusting of you. You avert your gaze, and a blanket of silence covers the room. Shakily Joel eats his bark of food and Tess stares at you and Ellie as she chews and swallows, “Is that chicken?”

“Yup. Marlene said they get it from smugglers.” Ellie then thoughtfully tilts her head, “Guess not you guys.”

That does it for Tess and stands up to walk towards you and the kid, “Hey, hey!” Joel says as he stands up after her but Tess holds her hand out to stop him and to signal it’s fine, “Why are you so important to Marlene? And don’t lie to me, or we’ll take you back.”

“Like she said,” the kid gestures to you, “If you take me back, you don’t get your battery.” Tess scoffs, “You heard that?” and Ellie shrugs at her, the older woman mock laughs, “Then you must’ve heard he wants to shoot you.”

Ellie looks toward Joel and he doesn’t deny it, he simply stares back at her.

“If you do that, it would be the dumbest shit you’ll ever do.” You mumble while frowning, Tess turns to you and harshly says, “Zip it, this doesn’t concern you.” And you take what she said in stride and don’t push it any further.

She then crouches down to talk to Ellie, “I’m gonna talk to you like you’re an adult. Okay?” She then takes Ellie’s silence as consent to continue, “Joel and I aren’t good people. We’re doing this for us because apparently, you’re worth something. But we don’t know what you’re worth if we don’t know what we have. So answer my question.”

Ellie rolls her eyes, rubs her face, and mumbles to herself, “She told me not to tell anybody and now I’m telling the first people that I…” She lets out a sigh and reluctantly speaks, “There’s a Firefly base camp somewhere out west with doctors. They’re working on a cure.”

Joel immediately groans in frustration, “I’ve heard this before.” Ellie continues, “And whatever happened to me,” and at the same time she and Joel say, “is the key to finding the vaccine.”

He sighs in exasperation, “That’s what this is? We’ve heard this a million times. Vaccines, miracle cures. None of it works. Ever.”

Ellie stands up, “Fuck you, man. I didn’t ask for this.”

“You and me both.” The grouch turns to his partner and says, “This isn’t gonna end well, Tess. We need to go back.”

You then remember after all those essays and news articles about your pandemic, the time when everything felt so hopeless and scary. You look at Joel and you see a reflection of your own, his fear and panic, “It’s possible.”

They both turn to you and you continue, “Theoretically, it’s possible to create a fungi vaccine, however, I’m not even sure you have the technology to produce it. And it would take finding out what Ellie truly is. Either Ellie’s immune system mutated and created antibodies to fight against the Cordyceps or something else… But either way, a vaccine or maybe a cure could be possible now because of her.”

Tess stands up, as do you, and looks at Ellie for a moment, then to Joel to say, “Let’s just finish it. It doesn’t matter if she is what the Fireflies or what an alien says.”

“I’m human.” You grumble and Tess ignores you, “If they believe that she is then we get what we want.”

Joel gives a glare at Ellie and then shifts his gaze to you, he sighs and shakes his head, “If she so much as twitches.”

Ellie proceeds to make gurgling noises and movements to pretend as if she’s turning into an infected. Tess turns to look at her and scolds in a motherly fashion, “Don’t.” You try and hold in your laugh and the young girl clears her throat, scratches the back of her neck, and mumbles, “Yeah… okay.”

Tess then turns to Joel, “Okay?”

Defeated, Joel swings his arms open and whispers, “Okay.”

The foreshadowing of the fact it will not be okay in the next few moments had you feeling nauseous. The churning fear begins to bubble inside of you, Tess is going to die, albeit a noble and honorable death, but it still would hurt Joel, and Ellie as she slowly grows more fond of the older woman. Then, it hit you, is it possible to change what already was written? Could you save them all? Well, you’re already here, might as well try.

The three of them begin to pack their belongings as you awkwardly stand there with your hands in your pockets and watch as they prepare for the journey to the State House. The sound of Joel picking up his gun catches Ellie’s interest, “Can I have a gun?”

“Absolutely not.”

“No.”

“Okay. Fine. Jesus. I’ll have to throw a fucking sandwich at them.” Ellie then shoves the leftover sandwich into her bag and Joel goes to the giant bookshelf, which is blocking the door, to the side, then peaks out of the door to check if it’s safe. You hear the sound of birds chirping and feel the warmth of the light flood in the abandoned building.

“It’s clear.”

Following Ellie from behind, you begin walking slowly toward the light and into the apocalyptic city. Your eyes take in the sight of tilted, destroyed, buildings, overgrown plants, trees, abandoned cars, and trucks. A hauntingly beautiful sight if you were being honest.

Ellie gasps in wonder as she takes it all in, “Woah.” Tess looks over at her and says, “Yeah, looks different in the daylight, huh?” Joel quickly scans the area, “We should get moving.” Tess begins to take the lead, followed by Ellie then you, while Joel trails from behind.

“It’s like a fucked up moon.” Ellie moves towards a crater and peers over it, “Is this where they bombed?”

“Yeah, they hit most of the big cities like this. They had to slow the spread somehow.” Tess says and Joel continues to walk past it, ignoring the crater and any kind of conversation. “Worked here, but it didn’t in most places.”

Unconsciously, you begin humming to the tune of a Linda Ronstadt song. The last song you ever heard before sleeping. Continuing up to a ruined building, with debris blocking your path, “So the State House is across there. It’s about a ten-minute walk if you could go straight.”

Ellie looks at both of them and you wonder how the fuck you were gonna defeat the clickers later on with no weapon, “So…”

“Long way or short way?” Joel asks Tess, she holds the straps of her backpack and the wind blows through her hair, “I mean, it’s a long way or the we’re-fucking-dead way.”

“Well, I vote a long way just based on that limited information,” Ellie says dryly, and Joel stares at her, a puzzled expression on his face, then his eyes lands on you, waiting for your input.

You frown at him, “No, don’t look at me like that. I’m not giving you any spoilers.” Joel clenches his jaw and turns to Tess, “We have to check it from the hotel first.” She begins to walk away, “Okay.”

You walk along the highway in somewhat comfortable silence, you carefully look to the ground and see a giraffe plushie, the symbolism doesn’t escape you, knowing all too well what it meant. Moss and different kinds of plants grow over the cracks of the road, you spot branches atop abandoned cars and dust covers the windows of each door.

Tess and Ellie begin conversing in front of the group, while you and Joel follow from a distance. You look at Joel and say, “I’m sorry if I overstepped a while ago. I couldn’t prove it unless I told you something only you knew.”

He looks at you in an emotion you can’t quite understand, but still responds in his grumpy demeanor, “Just don’t bring it up again.” You quickly nod, “Mhm, noted.”

It was quiet for a bit until, to your surprise, he asks you, “What did you do for work?” The smile was so difficult to hold back, you chuckle and raise your eyebrows, “I’m… well, was a Quantum physicist. You were a carpenter right?”

“It kinda’ freaks me out how you know that off the top of your head.” His Texan accent heavy as he spoke, you knew that it would take time to build his trust. His reserved and security-oriented nature would prove to be a challenge, but something you wholeheartedly would take on, “I’ll try not to do it as much, I’m sorry.”

“You apologize too much.”

“It’s a habit I’m trying to break, to be honest.” You chuckle nervously, putting your hands in the pockets of your cargo pants, and continue to walk, watching and hearing bits of conversation from Tess and Ellie.

“I thought you were some sort of’ performer, a singer maybe, with all that hummin’ you were doin’ awhile ago.”

That catches you off guard and you feel the confusion form on your face and you begin to feel your face feel warm, “What?” Joel continues, “You were hummin’ to Linda Ronstadt, right? Haven’t heard that song in a while.” You stared at him in complete disbelief, “You heard me humming?”

As he was about to reply, you and him managed to catch up to Ellie and Tess to overhear their conversation, “How old are you?” Ellie replies, “Fourteen.” Tess hums and smirks at the kid, “Wow. Well, I mean you got some balls on you, sister.”

“Thanks,” Ellies says and follows after Tess, climbing over the flipped rusted car. You follow their movements and Joel does too.

Tess curiously looks over her shoulder at Ellie and continues her walk forward, “Nobody is gonna come after you, right? Like Mom, Dad, boyfriend?”

“I’m an orphan, and, uh, no.” Ellie takes a look around her surroundings and lets her hand brush on the tall grass growing from the cracks of the pavement, “Everyone said the open city was crazy. Like, swarms of infected running around everywhere.”

Joel humors her, “Not exactly like that.” Tess smiles, “You know people like to tell stories.”

“So there aren’t super-infected that explode fungus spores on you?” Ellie curiously asks with a somewhat happy tone, as if all of this doesn’t scare her. Fearless is what you conclude, a trait that could be good when at its best but dangerous and reckless at its worse. “Shit, I hope not,” Tess says.

“Or ones with split-open heads that see in the dark like bats?” Ellie asks and that causes a shift in Tess, Joel, and your demeanor. Fucking clickers. And on queue, you hear the screeching of the devil’s spawn in the distance. The whole group stills and Ellie shakily asks, “What was that?”

Joel doesn’t reply, instead, he just says, “Let’s keep movin’.”

Joel pushes the doors of the hotel open, loudly shrieking as he does, and all three of you are greeted with the sight of the flooded hotel. It was almost swamp-like due to the green water, lily pads floating, and the ducks and frogs swimming.

Ellie takes a spin and looks at the view with a childlike wonder you wish you still had, “You’ve got to be kidding me! You ever stay in a place like this?” “Uh, no, a little out of our league.” Tess says and Joel looks at Ellie and asks, “How do you even know what this is?” Being the smartass that she throws him a look and says, “Have you heard of books?”

You chuckle as Joel shakes his head and walks down into the murky water, “Wait we’re going in there?” Ellie asks, and Tess nods, “Yeah, we gotta get to the stairwell on the other side.” The kid takes a step back, “Well, I don’t… I don’t know how to swim.” Joel lifts an eyebrow, “Seriously?”

“Do you think we have pools in the QZ?” Ellie says with narrowed eyes. “No, smart-ass. I mean…”, Joel does a little jump into the water, it does a small splash when he does. “I don’t know how I was supposed to know that,” Ellie says as she walks down the steps and into the water, you follow behind her and Tess.

You four wade through the green murky water, “This is so gross.” Ellie says with a huge smile on her face and you can’t help but laugh, “This is disgusting.” The fourteen-year-old spots the concierge desk and makes her way over, “Oh, check it out!”

You place both of your hands on your hips and watch her mess with the call bell, “Ding, ding.” She begins to do her form of roleplay for her entertainment and to cure her boredom, “Yes sir. I would like your finest suite, please.”

“Yes, ma’am. Would you like me to take your luggage?”, she proceeds to answer her own question and pushes the hotel bell cart through the water, “Yes, ma’am. Right away ma’am…”

“You’re a weird kid.” Joel states, Ellie turns her head to look at him, “You’re a weird kid.” Something falls over, a sloshing sound indicating that it had fallen in front of Ellie causing her to jump back and bang the piano behind her and yelp, “Oh, fuck!”

You and Joel are quick to come to her side to see what it was. A skeleton lay there unmoving and rotten, your eyes raise to look at Ellie panting and clutching onto the hotel bell cart, “Oh, my god.” Joel kicks the skull and the kid mumbles, “Uh, sorry.”

Joel offers his hand to help Ellie back up and the sound of the honky-tonk piano creates sharp notes as she stands, Joel pulls back his hand once Ellie can manage on her own and begins to walk away.

You look to Joel, “How’s the hand?” He looks down at it as it shakes again, “It’ll heal.” Your face forms a frown and you shake your head, “That doesn’t answer my question.” Joel doesn’t respond and decides to continue and you simply follow.

“You okay?” Tess asks Ellie, and the young girl wades through the water like nothing happened, “Yep. Fucking Fabulous.”

After ten flights of stairs you finally made it to the top floor, Joel goes through the doorway first, while Tess takes a moment to catch her breath, “Fuck. Holy shit.”

You’re a little breathless, but not as much as Tess since you were a bit younger than her. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Ellie says teasingly and Tess shoots her a look, “You try climbing ten fuckin’ floors with our knees. See how you feel.”

You turn right to a hallway, to see a giant obstruction made out of the rubble, “Well, when the fuck did that happen?” Tess tries to push the door to her right, only to be blocked. You try to check the door to the left to find the same outcome, you sigh “No.”

“All right, well, I mean, maybe I could climb up there. Work my way around and open it from the inside?” Ellie peers around the rocks, “Uh, no. Well, I’m the smallest, so it’d be easier for me to get through.” Tess hums, “But you die and we get nothing. You stay.”

“I could help.” You say a little meek, Tess is a little intimidating and you feel so out of place like you’re intruding. Technically, you aren’t supposed to be in this mess. She takes a good look at you and says, “Yeah, no.”

You deflate a little and avoid trying to argue, Tess turns to Joel and asks for help, “Can you give me a hand?” Joel pulls back Ellie with the strap of her backpack and she sighs, then Joel tugs your jacket sleeve to do the same. Your face warms a little bit, it’s the first time he’s ever touched you.

Joel boosts up Tess over the pile of rubble and she climbs over, “You good up there?” Tess analyzes the mess she needs to clean up and replies, “Yeah. It’s a bit of a mess, so I’m gonna need a few minutes.”

Joel turns around to face you and Ellie, he adjusts his gun and lets his back slide against the wall to sit down across from both of you. Ellie has her arms resting on her knees while you decide to sit comfortably cross-legged.

Ellie takes out her knife and decides to play with it, tossing it in her hands as if it were just a pen and not something that could easily cut her if she commits a mistake. You watch everything play out just like it did in the episode—character development.

“Nice knife,” Joel says as his eyes follow the movement of Ellie’s tossing. She only glances at him with acknowledgment. “Where’d you learn to do that?” he asks, you gotta hand it to him for trying to make an effort.

She replies with a monotone voice, “The circus.”

Joel looks away exasperated and completely done with her bullshit. You try and hide your smile, but the slight crease in your eyes gives away your amusement. Ellie folds her knife, and as Joel sighs, the kid decides to give an olive branch, “Where are you from?”

“Texas.” He replies, and Ellie continues, “What about Tess?”

“Detroit. It’s in Michigan.”

If there’s anything she hated most, was the fact people underestimate her intelligence, she rolls her eyes and Ellie’s reply comes out harsh, “I go to school. I know where Detroit is.”

Her response causes a wave of silence between the three of you. Your eyes drift from Joel to Ellie, she then decides it’s your turn to be interrogated, “Are you from the future?”

Your mouth twists a little to the right before deciding on a good enough answer, “Sort of? Your technology stopped advancing in 2003, so, I guess I am?” This piques her interest, “So, what’s it like over there?”

You pick the dirt off the underside of your fingernails, a little nervous, or if not nervous then cautious, as you respond, “Almost the same. Our technology is way different though.”

“Different how?” She asks.

You give her a soft smile and respond, “Well, for starters, we have touch screens for phones, laptops, tablets, you name it, it probably has a touch screen.”

“No way,” Ellie says with her eyes full of amazement and wonder, “What else?”

You give a hum as you teasingly tell her, “I don’t know… it might blow your tiny little mind.” She blows a raspberry in your face and you stick your tongue out in retaliation.

“Come on! Wait, you said we were just characters in some kind of story?” She says dramatically and tugs the sleeve of your jacket and continues, “What did you mean by that?”

Your eyes shift to look at Joel, who has his full attention on you; simply waiting. You blink owlishly at him, once, then twice before settling on a response, “Yeah, um, it recently aired.”

“So, do you know the future? Like our future? What’s about to happen? Will we be able to make a cure or a vaccine?” You couldn’t keep up with her rapid questions, and your mouth slightly parts open. Should you tell them?

Can you change the fact Tess is practically minutes away from death? That Joel is about to make the worst mistake of his life? That Bill and Frank are… that they…

Luckily, you didn’t need to answer Ellie, Joel who senses your unease, steps in for you, “Ellie, stop askin’ her about her life, she doesn’t wanna give anythin’ up.” You look at him apologetically and shut your eyes for a while. This migraine keeps bothering you, a sharp, heavy, thump in the side of your brain hasn’t gone away. You tell yourself that it eventually will. Maybe.

Ellie focuses her attention back to Joel, “So you two like a…”

“Pass.” He says.

Ellie continues, “How’d you end up in Boston?”

“Pass. No more questions about me.” Ellie rolls her eyes at him and racks her brain for a different question, “How long do infected live?” Joel mocks Ellie in reply, “Oh, I thought you went to school.”

“It’s a really shitty one.” She snarkily replies. You smile at their banter with your eyes closed, enjoying the conversation that they have going on. Joel thinks for a moment before answering her, “Well, some last about a month or two. But there’s other’s been walkin’ about 20 years.”

Ellie fidgets with her knife again, “You ever kill one?”

You hear the slight sorrow in his voice, “Yeah, I’ve killed lots of them.” Ellie asks the most human question as she looks at the older man, “Was it hard? Like, knowing they were people once?”

You open your eyes to watch his gaze look away from the kid, memories come back to him, what he’s done and will continue to do, and he nods, “Sometimes.”

“What about that guy last night?” She asks, and you frown while he gives Ellie a stern look. You knew Ellie liked the fact Joel hurt the FEDRA guard to protect her. She loved it. Luckily Joel doesn’t have to respond, you could hear the sound of something approaching you. The loyalist immediately stands up, and you and Ellie get up to stand next to Joel, he puts his finger to the trigger of his gun, ready to protect you both from whatever is out there.

“You can put the gun down, Joel,” Tess calls out from a distance, and a tingle of jealousy moves through your bones like electricity. She knew him so well, to the point where she knew what he was going to do before doing it. They both loved each other without admitting it, and it hurts you. They never stood a chance.

You hear the quiet rumble of Tess pushing away the debris to open the door, the loud creak of metal reveals her face, and it’s full of worry. Joel reads her like a book, “What now?” Then Tess nods her head, signaling to follow her.

As you make your way upstairs, you take notice of the abandoned wine glass and dishes, the dust that coats every inch of the hotel, and the fallen chairs. Tess pulls back a plastic curtain for you and Ellie to walk through, only to be greeted by the view of hundreds of infected down below.

“There’s so many,” Ellie comments in disbelief, you can hear the cries and wailing of each Runner as they roll and crawl. The young girl leans a little forward to get a better view. Tess nods, “The last time we were here they were still deep inside the buildings. Then I guess enough people came through looking for the QZ they went inside seeking shelter, and that’s how they get more and more of the city bit by city year after year.”

As the clouds pass by, the sun shines through a little, overwhelming light shines over the infected, they screech and roll away, like a domino effect. “They’re connected,” Ellie says, and Tess nods in confirmation, “More than you know. The fungus also grows underground. Long fibers like wires, some of them stretching over a mile.”

If you weren’t so focused on listening to Tess explain the cordyceps, you would have felt Joel staring at you the whole time, observing how you were taking all of the information being shared. You were surprisingly calm, despite the fact zombies are now real and you could die. And possibly a little worried like you were anticipating something bad was going to happen.

Tess continues, “Now you step on a patch of cordyceps in one place and you can wake a dozen infected from somewhere else. Now they know where you are, now they come. You’re not immune from being ripped apart. You understand? It’s important. I’m trying to keep you alive.”

Ellie nods and you do too, even if the question wasn’t directed at you. “So we’re not going that way.” She states, and Tess agrees, “No.”

“What do we do then? Short way?” Ellie asks and Joel looks at Tess, and speaks the dreaded words you’ve heard before, “Museum.”

A/N: Trust me, I’m working double time on the next one if this is received well :,) Thank you for reading! See ya in the next chapter <3

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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 1 month

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Out of the blue

König x reader (y/n).

Your best friend convinced you to subscribe on a dating app, you don't have expectations but you're keeping an open mind, on the other hand, König is pretty much in the same situation, Horangi and other guys insisted to him, none of you were expecting a wonderful night.

Warning: age gap, reader is in mid 20's. Grammatical and spelling errors. I think there's no mention of a specific gender but if I wrote some I apologize.

I hope you can enjoy it, as always perhaps it is not a good story but I'm sure someone out there will love this. 🩷

You're sitting, scrolling through the phone, your friends are at a party with a rugby team in a discotheque, your best friend has been insisting, calling you and texting you, even making video calls.

- Y/n please! You have to join us! You can't rot at home every Friday night!

- Working 9 to 5 is exhausting, I pass.

- What will you do tonight if you're not going to have a party or something?

Suddenly a new notification popped on your phone «Someone wants to meet you, Match or reject» then a text «Hi, would you like to go to dinner?»

- Y/N?

- Oh, I... I actually will go to dinner with a guy from that app... Remember?

- Y/N, please be careful, if you go... Send me your location and if something goes wrong call me, ok?

- Yes, mom! I love you, bye!

- Bye-bye!

As soon as you hang up the phone, you open the app and give him a «it's a match!» then responded his text «Hi, for sure, at your house or mine or any restaurant?».

Meanwhile König is sitting in the dining room of his apartment, lonely, he doesn't understand why he listened to Horangi and the rest of the guys.

- This is stupid...

He muttered to himself, he's waiting for your reply, you're the only one that he has sent solitude, nobody else. He's regretting his actions but then, you texted him back, after reading your message he wonders what would be the best option. He stood up and went to the fridge, there was only mustard, a tomato and a beer. Checking in the rest of the kitchen, there's nothing else.

It would be good to go to some restaurant but what if you feel afraid of him? He's massive, the scars on his face, his insecurities are eating him alive.

«i hope you don't mind, your profile doesn't have a photo, may I see a pic?»

-Scheisse.

Would be rude if he says no, also would ruin his chance with someone attractive as you. Oh, how much he hates this, why does he have to be so shy?.

«Ja, no problem, give me a minute :)»

«Thanks, take your time <3»

And actually he's taking a lot of time, is just a simple selfie, that's what he has been saying to himself. After 28 photos he's exhausted, tired and desperate, he doesn't know how to pose for a photo, how not to look intimidating, everything is getting worse in his mind, what if you think he's not what you're looking for? He didn't change his gym clothes, he looks like a mess, also, what if you feel afraid of him and just accept to go on this dinner because you're scared to cancel.

- AHHHH! Scheisse! Ok. Fuck off, let's send all of them.

He's afraid of your answer, he threw the phone to the table.

You're starting to worry, what if he's a fake profile? He's taking too long. Almost 40 minutes, you're considering simply not replying anymore when your phone rings.

«Kö: sent 28 new photos 📷»

Oh god, you hope those are not spicy photos or something. You opened the chat, ready to block him if those are hot pics, but no, Holy Jesus Christ, who is this man? He's tall, wearing shorts and a compression shirt, all black, his entire body looks muscular and strong, then his hair, he has a lot of hair for someone of his age, let's admit it, a lot of men start to lose hair after their 30's- 40's, but he looks good, you make a zoom to observe his face cautiously, there's some scars but if you have to be honest, those scars only makes him more attractive, his eyes are tired but blue like the sky, it only gets better and better. Definitely you can't reject him.

At this point, König is biting his nails, he's feeling very anxious, he hears his phone ringing, fuck, fuck, fuck, he's nervous, he could break easily the spine of the enemy, jump from a plane, disassemble a bomb, even fight against a bear, all that without any anxiety, but this, no, he can't.

He took the phone and went to your chat.

«Y/n: Oh god, you're very handsome» «So, where we will go to dinner? ;) »

He can't believe what he's reading, what did you say? He reads it again, no fucking way. Then he sees you're still on the chat waiting for a response.

«We can go to a good restaurant... If you're ok with that. What do you think?»

«Perfect, you can pick the restaurant, send me the location and I'll see you outside! ;D»

«Kö: sent a location 📍» «Ok, I'll see you at 9 Pm, ja?»

«See you! P.S. I'm excited! :D»

He sent the location of a small Italian restaurant close to the city center, which is expensive but he has a hunch about this night and also he doesn't mind spending much money, after all, he has been working hard for it.

You investigate the place, Italian food, your favorite food, the place looks really nice, casual, you like that. You change clothes and get ready, lucky for you, you live not so far from the center, it'll take you 18 minutes to arrive at the restaurant. You're not nervous, you're actually very excited, for the first time in months you're truly excited to have a date, maybe it will be a mess or... Maybe not, who knows? You keep that open mind and that optimism.

König arrived on time. He's checking his phone to see if you texted him while he was on the way, but no. He can't avoid thinking that maybe you will not come or something happened to you, he could be more polite and offered to pick you up at your home and arrive together. He's cursing himself when a sweet voice brings him back to reality.

- Hey

- Oh, hi... I'm König.

- König?

- Ja... (fuck, you maybe think he's giving you a fake name or something, god somebody save him!)

- It's very original, I like it, I'm y/n.

You're too kind, you're even giving him a big smile.

- Nice to meet you, y/n, I like your name too.

- Thank you! So what if we continue this conversation inside?... Let's go, I don't want to be rude but I'm so hungry!

- Sure, let's go, I'm hungry too.

As soon as you sit, there's a connection, you talk a lot, he laughs and laughs, the dinner is delicious, both share their food with each other, drinking beer and enjoying the moment, he talks to you about his job, just a little but you're fascinated by him and everything he's telling you.

(...) «No! I swear! I did a lot of sports and activities when I was a kid!» (...) «Ja! We were Falling and he didn't wake up! The plane was in flames and he was sleeping like a baby!» (...) «No, I was at home while my parents were at parties and doing all that was actually expected from someone of my age!» «Rugby and Hockey, beers and whiskey, those are my favorites!» (...) «Ja! I play that one too, I have a PC and PS and an Xbox» (...)

By the end of the dinner you and König are almost alone in the restaurant, the waitress comes to tell you they will close soon so König asks for the bill, you offer him to pay the half but he insists it's on him.

Once out, you don't want to go home, neither him but he doesn't know where else to go.

- I have an idea. Let's go, I'll take you to a cool bar that I like to visit sometimes.

- If it is a discotheque or something like that I think I prefer to walk around the city if you don't mind Schatz.

- Oh god, no, König, trust me, you will like this place.

Both are walking side to side, still talking and laughing, you don't have a clue about how much he's enjoying this moment, he's so focused on you that he has forgotten about all the people around who occasionally observe both. You're less shy or introverted than him, he likes that, you're funny, smart, pretty and full of stories.

Finally, you stop in front of a white door with a neon sign "The old dog's Bar", you take his hand and get inside.

There are not many people, it is dark, the illumination in the place is not the best, but it brings a good vibe, the people around are more old than young, the bartender is an old man, very charming.

- Hey Frank!

- Y/n! Welcome, would you like something to drink?

- Sure, whiskey for me and my friend, please, i saw tonight is a band playing, are they still here?

- sure, go, take a seat darling, they took a break but they'll be back soon.

You and König are sitting close to the small scenario, still talking, your drinks are on the table already.

- you will love this, I promise!

- How did you find this place?

- I was passing by one day, and Frank was trying to get some clients, I thought he was a very charming man so I decided to give this place a chance and I instantly fell in love.

- You're very interesting, young people like you maybe prefer to be somewhere else with more activity or something, but not you. You're beautiful, funny, you're smart... What else do I have to know about you, Schatz?

You blush and laugh.

- I'm full of surprises as much as you König! Oh, wait, I have to go to the bathroom, keep an eye on my drink please, I'll be back!

Once you're in the bathroom you text your friend to tell her you're having a wonderful night and that he's interesting and attractive. You were walking back to the table when you heard some guys talking.

«What will we do? I don't know, I'm not too good at playing it!!»

You continued walking and finally you sat, König is staring at you, he's lost in his thoughts observing you until the sound of the band in the scenario interrupts.

- Hey, we're back, we want to thank everyone who's here listening to us, thank you so much! We're close to finishing the show but our guitarist had an inconvenience and left, so, is there someone in the crowd who can help us?

You look around and the few people who are there are still sitting, apparently no one knows or maybe they're shy or not sure about standing up and helping the band. You sigh and look at König, he gives you a shy smile but for you that's enough to give you courage, you stand up from your seat.

- I can do it!

- Oh, sure come here, thank you so much for helping us!

You put your phone and some rings on the table and give a sip to your drink, you look at König once again and without thinking too much you squeeze his shoulder and whisper «I'll be back».

The guys from the band ask you some things about if you know some of the songs on their repertoire, fortunately, you know them well.

- (...) what about the solo guitar on 'Free bird'? Would you do it?

- Trust me, you won't regret it! Also I promised my friend a wonderful night, so... Let's do this.

Some songs by Fleetwood Mac, guns and roses, Red hot chili peppers, Toto, eagles, Depeche mode and finally the song you've been waiting for, Free bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd, you're nervous, you don't really know if you will do it. But just a quick look at König is enough for you to give your best.

König never stopped to look at you, he has been staring at you since you stood up on the scenario with that beautiful black Fender squier classic vibe, he's paying attention to the way you play, indeed, you're nervous but he feels somehow very proud, you're giving the best of you.

He doesn't know why, but he feels like he needs to take a photo of you, maybe the light over you gives you an angelical view, or is his point of view, he doesn't know but he needs to show you how you looked after the show.

You're brilliant, you don't understand how your fingers are moving in that velocity, it has been a while since you played guitar, but you're doing it great, your quick looks to the band and the people around tell you that even they are impressed by your skills.

At the end of the show you run to König smiling and still a little bit shocked by what you did a few moments ago.

It was almost 3 am, you've been out all night, you don't even feel tired, either König, he can't stop talking about the way you played guitar, he's charming, he told you he's shy and don't enjoy to be around many people or talk too much but with you he has been really sweet, open and a truly gentleman. He offered to walk with you and take you to your house, he doesn't feel good letting you go alone.

- I would love to repeat this, König you're a gentleman, I've had much fun and the dinner was really delicious!

- Ja, me too, you're amazing, I won't stop saying it, you were brilliant. I took a picture and a video of you playing, I'll send them to you later!

- Thanks, I promise you this is the best night of my life...

- I... I would like to have a second date too.

- For real?

- Ja, I mean if you don't mind that I'm... You know, perhaps too old for you.

- Are you kidding!? König, you don't even look old! You look better than people with the same age as me, you're thousand times more interesting than them and I already said it, I would love to repeat this!

- Gut!, I'll be working a lot this month though, but we can organize another date, check our schedules and all that.

- For sure, whenever you can, I'll be ready! Well... This is where I live.

Both walked to the door of your building, and talked a little bit more, he kissed your hand and then both said goodbye. You were closing the door of your apartment when your phone buzzed, you checked all the notifications, one was from König.

«Kö: Sent a new photo 📷 , sent a new video 📷»

You were looking at them when a new message appeared on the chat.

« I can't wait to see you again, Liebling. Thanks for the most amazing night of my life, sweet dreams Mein Schatz :D»

Needless to say that you jumped and ran through your apartment like a child on Christmas. You and König had more and more dates, eventually a first kiss, a first anniversary, etc.

Who said you can't find true love on dating apps?.

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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The Doctor Will See You Now.. Part Three

Pairing: John Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 2,712 words

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUT18+ Breeding kink, pregnancy kink, breastfeeding kink, nursing, fingering, some nipple play, tiny bit of dirty talk, implied age gap, naive reader, some fluff.

Author's Notes: Well, here it is guys, the last part of the Dr. Carpenter fic. I hope you've all enjoyed this! It wouldn't of been possible with all my little horny anons. This may not be for everyone because of the breastfeeding part, lol. So fair warning, it is a good portion of it. Anyway, this was a ton of fun writing these three parts. Maybe down the line I'll write some more John Carpenter stories, if anyone wants it. Enjoy! Possible spelling errors because I'm too lazy to fix it.

"I'm just warmin' ya up, baby.."

After a few more scheduled visits with Dr. Carpenter the both of you had discovered that you were finally pregnant. He was completely overjoyed to find out the news and surprisingly you were pretty excited as well. Once you had started to show that was when things became difficult, there was a lot of talk and rumors floating around the town. People were starting to think a little differently about the good doctor not wanting their daughters and wives to be alone with him. Things for you seemed to be even worse because your parents disapproved immensely and because you had gotten pregnant out of wedlock. John tried speaking with them and even saying he had planned to marry you, but that wasn’t good enough for them. The sinful act was already done. They had kicked you out but John took you in and moved you into his place where the two of you would raise your children together. He didn’t care about the talk that went around the town. You were going to be a family now with your new bundle of joy, the first of many. He liked to remind you that you would carry more of his children as soon as you were cleared to have more after giving birth. He didn’t give you a choice when it came to being a mother and now a little housewife for him. But you didn’t mind it one bit. John made you feel special, something you had never felt before and all you wanted to do was please him and take care of him.

You were six months pregnant by this point and everything hurt. Your belly was so big and swollen, your hips wider and your breasts bigger than before. From the looks of you, it appeared you could’ve been pregnant with twins. That was John’s observation at first and it wasn’t until you felt more than one baby kicking that you both soon realized that you were in fact pregnant with twins. This pleased John because that’s exactly what he wanted. He grew smug about getting you knocked up with twins even gloating about it and wanting to try for triplets next time. You’d just smile and playfully roll your eyes as he spoke. You felt drastically more pregnant than usual and it was so uncomfortable, but what made things worse were your hormones. You were so horny almost all the time and if you weren’t horny you were crying over every little thing. As much as you wanted to have sex you just couldn’t bring yourself to actually do it because of how tired your body felt. You felt bad because you didn’t want to deprive John of having sex especially seeing how in love he was with the changes of your body and how much it turned him on. But he was clever enough to come up with some ways to give you some relief while getting what he wanted as well. You sat up in bed reading one of your fashion magazines in your maternity babydoll nightgown when John had come out of the bathroom from his shower after a long day of work. You peered over your magazine over at him as you watched as he got dressed and you giggled softly, capturing your bottom lip between your teeth.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked at the sound of your giggle. “What?” he said softly as he slipped on his pajamas.

“Nothing..” you said innocently with another giggle slipping past your lips.

“Mhm.. Honey?” he hummed.

“Yes?” you responded with a smile.

“You up for practicin’ some more of those breathing exercises I taught ya?” he smiled as he sat down on the bed beside you. You raised an eyebrow at his words because you didn’t think there was more to it. You knew that while giving birth that you had to breathe in and out. What more could he have to teach you? But you weren’t one to argue with him, he was a doctor after all. So, if he felt you needed to practice some more you were going to do just that. You nodded at his words with a smile.

“Sure honey.” you hummed.

He smirked and climbed further onto the bed and you set your magazine down and scooted up a bit into the position and he moved to sit behind you and you leaned against him as his legs wrapped around yours and his arms slipped around your waist while his hands rested on your swollen belly and his fingertips brushed lightly against it. He kissed along your cheek slowly as his lips brushed up against your right ear. You giggled softly as you placed your hands over his and you tilted your head up a bit to look up at him with a smirk playing on your lips as he placed light kisses along your ear. “This isn’t part of the breathing exercise..” you mumbled softly as you leaned further into him and into his touch.

“I’m just warmin’ ya up, baby..” he whispered.

You bit down on your bottom lip and a soft sensual noise escaped your lips from his little kisses. He smirked at the delightful sound and his lips hovered near your ear that the feeling of his breathing sent a shiver down your spine. He raised a hand up to cup your face lovingly “Now take slow deep breaths for me, honey. Then exhale slowly through your mouth..” he whispered softly as he ran the pad of his thumb against your soft lips and you could feel yourself getting turned on by this that you almost took his thumb into your mouth before he instructed you on what to do. You swallowed harshly and nodded at his words as you slowly began to breathe deep and then exhaled sharply and you did this over and over again. The pad of his thumb continued to trace over your lips and then down along your neck and collarbone which caused your breathing to increase and a soft moan slipped from your lips as you felt his wandering hand rub against your sensitive breasts and then gilded its way down toward your stomach. “Good girl.. Keep your breathing up..” he uttered softly into your ear. Your eyes fluttered shut as you continued to breathe for him and your body nearly jolted when you felt his hand move along your right thigh and you shifted your body ever so slightly. As you exhaled your breath came out shakily as you felt his hand creeping closer to the heat between your legs and your body tensing up at the anticipation of it all.

“J-John.. This-This isn’t part of the exercise..” you said between each breath.

A smirk formed on his lips and his teeth grazed your right ear. “Who’s the doctor here? Hm? Do as you’re told..” he whispered. You swallowed harshly as you inhaled deeply and then let out a sharply and long exhale as you felt all the hairs on your neck stand up from his demanding words.

“Y-Yes sir..” you responded obediently as you continued to breathe in and out deeply and loudly. You gasped when you felt his fingertips moving against your clothed pussy and he smirked when he felt how wet your panties were already. He tucked your panties to the side and his fingers buried between your velvety wet folds causing you practically melt into him as your body relaxed and you let out the most embarrassing moan emitting from your lips. The pad of his index and middle finger rubbing against your sensitive clit and you whimpered between your exhales trying to keep your breathing just like he wanted, but he was making it hard. You reached up and placed your hand against the back of his neck and tugged at the dark strands of his hair. Your toes curled when felt his fingers push inside of you causing your slick to drip down his fingers as he forced his fingers knuckle deep and you cried out his name as soft moans escaped you. His fingers pumped inside of you slowly causing you to become even wetter and by this point you had forgotten all about your breathing and your hand tugged harder on his hair and he let out a low groan and he pumped his fingers faster, using his thumb to stimulate your clit at the same time. Your eyes rolled back as your breathing became heavy.

“Oh fuck, baby..” you whimpered softly as his fingers penetrated you. His thumb pressed up against your clit and rubbed against it in circular motions as his fingers continued to stretch open your pussy. He brought his hand up to squeeze your breasts in his tight grasp and you let out a soft groan because they were so tender and sensitive to the touch and the harder he squeezed it that’s when milk began to leak from your nipples and stain your nightgown. You felt the front of your nightgown become damp and you glance down confused. “I-I think something is wrong, baby.” you said softly. John felt how wet the fabric he was squeezing became and he raised an eyebrow when he noticed you were lactating, which stopped him from fingering you and slipped his fingers out of you. A soft chuckle escaping his lips because he forgot to mention that you’d start lactating during your pregnancy.

“Nothin’ is wrong, honey. Your breasts are just full of milk. But I can help you with that.. It’ll make them less sore. You trust me, don't ya?” he hummed. You nodded at his words with a smile.

“Of course I do, doctor.” you giggled.

“Good girl.. No point in wastin’ perfectly good milk, right?” he said with a grin.

You nodded with a smile. “Right.” you hummed.

John smirked and kissed along the side of your neck slowly as he slipped your nightgown off. “Turn around, baby.” he muttered. You carefully and slowly turned around and he helped you as he placed you on top of him having your thighs resting on either side of him. You felt a bit self-conscious about how your body looked but he soon made all those feelings go away from the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He licked over his lips at the sight of your leaking breasts and he cupped them in his hands which made a soft groan escape your lips because they were so full and he caused more milk to squirt out. His fingers pinched and tugged at your sensitive nipples only causing more milk to squirt out and making a mess over the two of you, you bit down your bottom lip trying to suppress your whimpers as he played with your nipples making everything so stimulating that you could feel yourself get even wetter. He was so turned on by the very sight of your breasts leaking all ove him.

“Mm.. I’m gonna make you feel so much better..” he mumbled.

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth, slipping your arms around his shoulders and slowly rocked your hips against him feeling how hard he was for you. He reached down taking his cock into his hands and slowly guided himself into you and then slammed you down onto his cock which caused a loud gasp to escape your slightly parted lips. “John.. Fuck..” you mewled quietly. He rocked your hips in a slow motion as you gradually rode him soft whimpers escaping you as you watched him kiss along your left breast as his hand kneaded and played with your right one pinching your nipple between his fingers and milk dripped down his hand. You inhaled sharply the moment he latched onto your left nipple and your eyes rolled back as you groaned from the slight pain as he began to suck slowly, nursing from you. Your hands tangled into his hair as you tilted your head back moaning softly as you rocked your hips faster, slightly bouncing on his cock and he groaned lowly but it coming out muffled around your nipple. He grazed his teeth around the senstive bud and flicked it between his tongue before he began to suck faster. You could feel your breasts being relieved from the pressure of them being so full.

Being pregnant and dealing with your hormones made everything more sensitive for you that the pleasure of him fucking you and nursing from you made everything feel so much better. There was something sensual about you breastfeeding him that turned you on even more. That made the pleasure even more stimulating for the both of you. Your hands tugged and pulled at his raven colored hair as you swiftly moved faster on his cock causing the both of you to moan together; though his sounds came out muffled. His hands tightened around your widen hips, squeezing tight and slapping his hand against your ass as he slightly began to thrust his cock inside of you, the two of you moving together at the same pace as he switched over to your right breast suckling from it and gulping down your milk. You were pushing one another closer toward your climax and it seemed like the harder he sucked the more it pushed your orgasm to build in the pit of your stomach. His big hands grabbed your ass tight and slammed you down onto his cock causing louder moans and whimpers to escape you and your eyes rolled shut as the pressure was building within you until you couldn’t hold on any longer anymore. You felt your body tense up and it felt like your whole world was spinning as you came hard all over his cock and you could feel him pulsing inside of you as his hips bucked and he let out a loud groan as he started to cum, filling you up with his warm seed.

He kept his cock inside of you when he finished, feeling your walls tighten around him as his cock throbbed for you. You whimpered cutely as your face buried into his soft hair. He released your nipple and looked up at you with lips covered in your milk as he smirked. He completely drained your breasts that droplets leaked from your breasts. “From now on I’ll nurse from ya, because we don’t want to waste any of that perfectly good milk of yours, honey” he said softly. He grabbed a hold of your face in his hand to make you look at him and you looked at him innocently with a smile as you wiggled your hips against him as his cock stayed snug inside of you. He smirked, staring at you silently for a moment. “Y’know I’m goin’ to keep ya knocked up any chance I get, right baby?” he said softly. You let out a soft giggle and nodded at his words as your fingers twirled around strands of his hair. You didn’t mind one bit because he worshiped your pregnant body. You loved every bit of the attention he gave to you. You cupped his face in your hands and gave his lips a soft loving kiss. “I’m gonna take care of ya and our children, honey. I promise.” he whispered.

“I know and I’ll give you as many babies as you want, baby.” you hummed against his soft lips. He smiled at your words and giving you another kiss before he reached down to slip his cock out of you and he carefully lifted you up and laid you down beside him and tugged the the blankets over the two of you and slipped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace as he placed soft kisses along your shoulder as his face buried between your breasts. You snuggled right into him and smiled happily as you ran your fingers through his hair. Despite how your relationship may have started and all the judgment the two of you have received; you were in love with him and he was in love with you. There was no doubt in your mind that John Carpenter was the man for you.

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dancingqueen0019 · 2 years

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Saving Grace Ch. 7

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Themes: Budding Relationship, Fluff, Awkward Love, Slow-Burn ish, Age Gap (roughly 15 years; Aaron 40ish and Reader 25)

Warnings: Mention of murders, natural death of parent (reader’s parent), slight cursing (?), school drama (slight bullying, additional school assistance)

Author’s Note: Chapter 7! Hope you enjoy. According to Google Docs its 5 and a half Pages. This hasn’t been edited so I apologize for grammar/spelling errors.

I will not be posting for this weekend. I’m leaving for my cousin’s college graduation and I am moving back home for summer.

I stared out the window of the car, everything blurring together as we sped down the highway. I leaned my arm on the window and placed my chin on my fist as I thought back to last night.

“You are absolutely incredible Y/N” He whispers as he pulls my frame closer to his. The whisky rolling off his tongue and his cologne mingling together invaded my senses. I looked up to him with hooded eyes and…

“Y/n? You good sweetie? I asked you a question.” My mom said from the driver’s side as she briefly looked over to me. I fidgeted in my seat and sat back up straight, “Uh yeah, sorry. I dazed off there for a moment. What was the question?”

She shook her head at me, “I asked you two questions. Firstly, did you decide on what color tile we are going to look for? And secondly, you have got to update me if there’s anyone in your life. You never know when you might meet someone. It could be love at first sight, sparks flying all around.”

Yeah, I thought to myself, there definitely have been sparks. The light touches, subtle grazes over my body.

“Y/N!” My mom started snapping her fingers at me, “Are you sure you’re okay?” She looked over to me a bit longer to study my face. I pulled my baseball cap down further on my head.

“Yes, I’m sorry mom. Just have a few things on my mind. I really think I want to go with something dramatic. Like big black tiles for the wall with the sink and dark grey on the floor. As far as your second question, no mom. There is no one and if there was, I would update you.” I said as casually as I could. I hated lying to my mom, but to be honest I didn’t want anyone to know about Aaron and I’s new relationship. The only person I would consider telling right now would be Sammy and that’s just because she’s my best friend and wouldn’t judge me as much.

Last night with Aaron was…something else. We needed to spend a couple hours away from each other so that we could figure out our thoughts and feelings. When he came back into the house though with groceries in hand, the air felt different. I didn’t know he had come in because Murphy was outside for the time being. I told Aaron I left the front door unlocked when he texted me he was on his way. I had quickly cleaned my bedroom and made sure my bathroom was in order, took a quick second to make sure the blankets were folded in the living room before I went downstairs.

The floor had been swept and I kept the kitchen window open to let in some cool Fall air. The wax warmers in my house were changed over to a caramel scent from its usual clean linen. Inhaling deeply enough in the car, I almost was able to smell it now.

Last Night:

I was standing at the counter facing the backyard while I made some more iced tea. My hips swayed softly to the music and I hummed along to it. Some verses would pass my lips and when I needed to concentrate on what I was doing I hummed the rest. Looking up briefly I watched Murphy sniff along the fence line where the neighbor’s new dog had just been a couple minutes prior.

In the middle of squeezing the remaining liquid from the tea bag, two hands rested themselves on my hips and I jumped. “You know, it’s very dangerous to leave your front door unlocked. Unwanted guests could come waltzing in.” Aaron’s smooth voice said firmly. He was close enough to me that I was able to lean back into his touch. I angled my face on his shoulder to look up to him, “I guess it’s a good thing that you are a wanted guest.”

He took a quick look at my lips before pressing his to my head, his hands giving a soft squeeze. “I didn’t know what you wanted for dinner so I grabbed ingredients to make a creamy herb chicken.” I hummed at the sound of what he was planning on making.

“That sounds delicious. Do you need help preparing it?” I asked and stood back up so I could finish with the iced tea. His left thumb rubbed my hip and he dropped his right hand, “No, I shouldn’t need help. Just some good company.”

“I think I can manage that. Let me put this in the fridge so it can cool more. Would you like a drink though?” I asked as I moved away and set the pitcher in the fridge. When I turned back around I was pleased to see Aaron still dressed down. He was in jeans and a brown pull over jacket. “Yes, please. What whisky do you have?” He asked as he unpacked all the ingredients and I walked over to the bar. I held up the couple of bottles and he settled on Woodford Reserve. I poured him a glass and grabbed an empty wine glass for me. Setting his glass next to him, I walked around him to the fridge to grab the chilled wine I had been working on the past few days. It was kept on one of the lower shelves so I bent over at the waist to get it, the rhythmic chopping of veggies halted for a moment while I was bent over and it began again when I stood back up with the bottle.

“Here we are, just what I was looking for.” I said with a bright smile.

Today:

“Here we are, just what I was looking for.” I said with a bright smile.

“This? This is what you want to tile your bathroom with?” My mom asked inquisitively as I held up the shiny black large subway tiles. I knew she wasn’t going to approve of it fully because we didn’t have similar style choices, but I thought that this would be a statement piece. Especially with a manly man like Lucas living there, and I liked the upscaled look anyways.

I nodded and placed it in the cart. So far we had those tiles, greyish white paint swatches, and the gold light fixtures I had put on hold earlier this week. “Why do I have a feeling that you and your brother are essentially creating a cave? You’re going to decorate the whole house in black and grey and make it really depressing.” She rambled on while pushing the cart further down the aisle to the floor tiles. We spent the next several minutes butting heads as we went over what color tile would look best with the black and grey. I was busy staring at the pricing of everything while my mother walked off to ask a stranger for their opinion.

“Sir, do you mind helping me? My daughter and I can’t agree on what color tile for the floor. Which one would you think goes best with these?” She adamantly asked and I heard them walking back over to our cart. I turned around and my breath caught in my throat. Of all the people that could be at Home Depot, Aaron was standing there. We stared at each other for a brief moment before he cooly asked me, “What can I help you decide on?”. I turned and pointed at the tiles sitting in the basket of the cart.

“Personally I want these black tiles to go on the wall of the half bath, but we can’t agree on the floor tile. What do you think?” I moved to the side a bit so he could come closer, but he didn’t. Probably to maintain the facade that he’s a stranger, but I really wanted him to be closer. Mom was oblivious to what was going on as she talked and talked about different options. We stood there and talked as a group for a few minutes before mom decided to walk off and grab another paint swatch. I turned towards Aaron and whispered quickly, “What are you doing here? I thought you were going to pick up Jack.” He smiled softly at me and leaned in to speak, “Don’t worry, I am on my way to pick him up. His aunt needed a couple of things.”

I narrowed my eyes at him teasingly, “Uh huh. For a moment I thought I had myself a stalker.” Aaron’s dimples showed through and was going to lean in further until his eye caught something behind him and he backed up. I turned to see my mom walking down the aisle with her head down judging the paint swatches in her hands. She came back up and asked if we had decided what tiles to use.

Aaron clapped his hands together, “I think she did decide what she wanted. She sure seems to know what she wants.”

Last Night:

“You sure you know what movie you want?” Aaron asked teasingly as four different DVDs were laid out in front of us on the couch. I leaned forward towards the ottoman, elbows on my knees with my head resting on my hands. Dinner was great, just as Aaron promised, and now we were upstairs with our drinks trying to pick out a movie to watch. I looked back at Aaron, “Of course. I always know what I want, Aaron.”

I turned back around to debate on movies once again, and I felt Aaron’s hand slip under the back of my shirt. I had put on a flannel shirt on top of the tank top and when I leaned over the two must have lifted up slightly. In my wine haze I closed my eyes for a brief moment and relished in the strong hand pressed against my lower back. I peeled open my eyes a moment later and randomly picked the first movie I laid eyes on. I stood up and put The Hangover in, “Maybe it isn’t the best choice to watch with an FBI Agent since there’s lots of illegal activity, but it’s still a good movie.” I sat back down on the couch with my legs tucked up under me, sitting criss cross. Aaron had his feet resting on the ottoman and he lifted the giant blanket up for me so I could sit back under it. I smoothed it out and Aaron hit play on the remote. His left arm came up and rested on the back of the couch, around my shoulders. As the movie continued and our drinks became more and more empty, the more relaxed we became. Laughter would bubble out and every so often Aaron would remark every illegal thing that the foursome did with how long they would be in prison for. The wine mixed with my body and started making me sleepy so I relaxed a bit more and leaned onto Aaron’s body.

My legs shifted so they spread out to the left and Aaron stayed upright so I could use him for support. I could feel his heartbeat pounding through his chest, but I didn’t dare look at him. Slowly the movie came to an end and our glasses were long empty. We sat for the next hour talking softly in the darkness. The only source of light came from the kitchen light downstairs. I shifted myself so I was facing him and placed my arm on top of his along the back of the couch. My hand was near his head and as he spoke about his past I gently toyed with his short black hair. He shared more about college and his beginning years of being a lawyer and why he wanted to become an agent.

Somehow in the next minute I found myself leaning forward, and Aaron was leaning forward too.

Today

We finished shopping at Home Depot and made our way back to my house. Tonight we were going to have dinner and make a plan for painting the rooms and tearing out the bathroom walls. When we made it back inside the house, mom played with Murphy for a bit before helping me prep dinner. We talked for a bit but it started to get dark and she needed to get back to the grandparents. “You promise to call me if you need anything out here. I’ll happily drop whatever I’m doing to help you.” She said while hugging me bye. I promised her I would and I made sure to lock the door behind her when she pulled down the driveway.

I laughed to myself and started picking up the kitchen. I thought it was just comical that Aaron was there at Home Depot when we were. I let out Murphy one more time before heading upstairs for the night. The blanket was still there on the couch and as I folded it, I let myself remember last evening.

Last Night

Aaron’s hand slid along my cheek, fingers twisting into my hair as he looked at me intensely. “You are absolutely incredible Y/N” He whispers as he pulls my frame closer to his. The whisky rolling off his tongue and his cologne mingling together invaded my senses. I looked up to him with hooded eyes and closed the gap between us. Our lips pressed together, molding along as I slipped my hand to the back of his head. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and pulled on it, a small whimper escaped before I could contain it. Aaron was the first to pull back, only by a little bit, and he slightly panted from kissing me. The whisky now fanning along and mixing with the wine that I had finished. Maybe it was the dark, or maybe it was something else but his eyes managed to look a bit deeper as they studied my reaction. I probably looked horrendous with my jaw slacking open, but to be fair, I was in a bit of shock.

“Wow.” I managed to get out and we started laughing at ourselves. Acting like dumbstruck teens having their first kiss.

“Wow.” Aaron echoed back and I smirked at him, “W-was that okay?” he softly asked. I leaned my head forwards and rested our foreheads together.

“That was perfect. Kind of want to do it again.” I lightly bit my bottom lip and Aaron made a noise from the back of his throat. His hands flew to my waist and pulled me to straddle his lap, the blanket tangled between us. With me being slightly taller than him now I angled his face upwards and kissed him feverishly once more. His large hands spread wide on my hips and somehow tugged me even closer to him.

We couldn’t stop kissing each other and I never wanted to either. My hands grasped the front of his pullover as he moved his lips down the side of my face to my jawline. A gasp flew out of my mouth as he sucked the skin there before taking my earlobe between his teeth. The gentle bite followed by the soothing suck of his lips put my brain into overdrive and I started acting on what I really wanted. His hands moved to the lower part of my back and he leaned us forward, bracing me as his lips and teeth grazed down the front of my neck and to the top of my tank top.

He paused there, right at the top of my breasts and I let out a whine. My eyes were closed tightly and they pinched together more when he stopped, causing my face to scrunch. “I-we- We should stop. I really want to continue, I really do, but don’t you think it’s too soon?” He mumbled against my skin. The vibration of his lips sent sparks through my chest, which made it all that much harder to agree with him. I sat back up and said that he was right. He assured me that he did want this, but it was just a little too soon for him.

I put my hands on his cheeks and kissed his head to reassure him that I wasn’t upset with him. Aaron took the glasses downstairs and made sure the house was secured before coming back upstairs to my room. I was already in the bathroom doing my nightly routine. The door was cracked so Aaron was able to watch me as I took my makeup off and applied creams and hydrating oils to my face and gently massaged them in. I brushed through my hair and threw it into a low braid for the night before Aaron joined me to brush his teeth with me.

When we crawled into bed and Aaron turned out the light, he pulled me closer to him. “Thank you for breakfast and dinner again, it was lovely.” I spoke out into the still night. He hummed and replied with a welcome before settling down into the covers. He was laying on his back and I was laying at an angle on my side, with my head resting on his chest. I let out a yawn and whispered goodnight to him. To my glad surprise, Aaron lifted my head by my chin and planted a chaste kiss onto my lips.

“Goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams.” He said softly against them. Quickly enough we both fell into a deep sleep.

Today

I climbed into bed by myself tonight. A little sad that I spent the past two nights with sweet company, but I willed myself to sleep. I would be seeing him soon enough for Hero Day as he was coming in as Jack’s hero. That thought brought me comfort as I hugged the pillow he had been using for the past two nights. I inhaled deeply and it smelled like his cologne. Smiling to myself I closed my eyes and went to sleep. Tomorrow is Monday, and those never go smoothly.

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch hotchner #criminal minds #jack hotchner #teacher #smut #fluff #jj jareau #derek morgan #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #spencer reid #david rossi

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ecargmura · 7 months

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The Yuzuki Family's Four Brothers Episode 1 Review - They're Brothers

Crunchyroll, are you okay? Your subtitles are out of control. The translations are off. There are so many spelling errors. Worst of all, they repeat in some sections. Like, what’s going on over there? Did someone get into a fight with the company?

Worries aside, the premiere of this episode was rather sweet. It clearly shows they are a family not just in appearance but in action too. They’re not the typical family as they lost their parents a few years prior to the story, but they’re living as peacefully as possible with the new changes in their lives.

Eldest brother Hayato (23) is the legal guardian for his younger brothers. He functions as both parent and big brother while working full time as a teacher. He relies on second oldest Mikoto (13) for chores and chides third oldest Minato (12) for being a troublemaker. They all dote on the youngest, Gakuto (6).

The main focus character for this first episode seems to be Minato as his thoughts and worries are spotlighted the most. He wants to be helpful to Hayato, but he is clumsy at whatever he does, which makes Hayato stressed. He is also sensitive about being 11 months younger than Mikoto. Since Japanese school systems start from April to March and their birthdays are on April and March respectively, they’re put in the same grade. Given how much Mikoto is relied upon and is popular at school, Minato can’t help but to feel insecure around him. Despite being super prone to making mistakes, his biggest good trait is that he has a younger brother. Having Gakuto as his younger brother means he can be someone Gakuto relies upon and be a doting brother towards.

To be honest, seeing Minato really hits home with me. I honestly relate to Minato a lot. I caused trouble whenever I helped out as a kid that my mom scolded me all the time and I still get scolded to this day; Asian parents.… Minato being 11 months younger than Mikoto is also something I can relate to. Guess what? I’m also 11 months younger than my older brother; our birthdays are on the same months as Mikoto and Minato with my brother’s being on April and mine being on March. While I didn’t have much issues growing up with that short of an age gap, the only instance I met siblings with the same age gap as me and my bro was in middle school where my neighbor at the time was also 11 months younger than her older brother but their birthdays were on November and December. It’s an extremely rare age gap and I think it’s precious in a way. It’s rare to see such an age gap in anime, so I definitely will keep this anime in my mind for the rest of my life; I think the only other instance of a months age gap between blood siblings I saw in anime was Rin and Gou Matsuoka from Free where they have a 10 month age gap with Rin being born on February and Gou being born on December, which means they were technically born on the same year.

Mikoto probably has the least amount of screen time between the brothers in this episode, but a lot is shown about him. He’s the most dependable brother of the three younger ones. Because of that, he can see through their perspectives, which allows Hayato to try and be more understanding towards Minato and not just see him as a troublemaker.

Hayato has the biggest burden of the four because he’s the one raising three young boys while being young himself. Like one of his colleagues mentioned, he’s a 23 year old brother that suddenly became a 40-year-old father. I love the fact that he’s doing this because he respects his parents. Given that he has a 10-year age gap with Mikoto, an 11 year age gap with Minato and a 16 year age gap with Gakuto, it makes sense why he’d want to raise them on his own; his parents did the same long before he gained siblings. He’s such a good and responsible son. I just hope that one day, his stresses will lessen because he’s clearly the equivalent of a young single Asian mom with three kids.

Gakuto is very mature for a first-grader. He doesn’t complain at all. However, because of this, he holds back a lot from what he really wants. He wanted to see fireworks, but couldn’t say it to Hayato. This is how Minato catches on and takes him to the festival. Because he’s so young, I do wonder how this will affect him in the future.

The minor characters are all rather peaceful. Nobody is conflicting here, which is a good thing because this anime doesn’t need a villain or anything. Uta is Minato’s best friend and her brother Waka is Gakuto’s best friend. It also seems that Gakuto goes to their house often when school ends, so the family is acquainted with Uta’s grandfather too. Minato’s other friend Nikaidou does his homework, so the slackers copy it. I do wonder if Mikoto has any friends or if Minato’s friends are his mutual friends too. Hayato’s colleagues are kind and they should be featured more often.

The voice acting is a bit hit or miss. 95% of the cast are rookies or voice actors that aren’t super well-known yet. The voice actors for the brothers are all rather new faces. The only one I am a bit aware of is Mikoto’s who is voiced by Kikunosuke Touya who is known for voicing Denji in Chainsaw Man. I think Hayato’s VA voiced a character in an anime I saw in the past. The biggest name on the major cast is Fumihiko Tachiki who voices Uta’s grandpa. Other than that, that’s about it. Because they’re rookies, it’s really hard for me to judge their performances because they’re so…new! Though, the only one I don’t like at the moment is Uta’s; her voice sounds a bit monotone, but my opinion can change in the future.

Animation’s great, honestly. I love the part where Minato grabs Gakuto’s arm and helps guide him to catching the balloons. The soundtrack is okay, but I love the opening and ending songs!

I can’t wait to watch more of this show. I can tell it’s going to be a healing and a heart wrenching one. I just hope that the fight in Crunchyroll HQ stops because this anime is sweet but the subtitles make it unbearable. What are your thoughts about this premiere, ignoring the awful subs?

#yuzuki san chi no yon kyoudai #the Yuzuki family's four brothers #Hayato yuzuki #Mikoto yuzuki #minato yuzuki #Gakuto yuzuki #review #anime #anime review #arum journal #ecargmura #fall 2023 anime

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ladyofbonten · 2 years

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Random Demon Slayer College AU head canons

Genre: slice of life and wholehearted chaos

Tw: Language, and implications of getting drunk

A/n: possible spelling errors so don’t mind :) also Tagging @bimbopedia and @nut-in-me-jojo as they both waited for this :)

Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated♥

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Tengen is the party friend of the group. Wanna know when the next frat party is happening? Just ask tengen and he'll tell you if its tomorrow or at the end of the week. Wanna go clubbing? Tell Tengen and he'll get the group together and help you pick your outfit. HE KNOWS WHAT HES DOING SO NEVER DOUBT HIS FASHION SKILLS, TRUST THE PROCESS! He's a flashy man, its only common sense he makes his friends flashy too, but never as flashy as him. He will also sit there in the bathroom with you while you puke your guts after drinking too much with a water bottle in hand and prepared to take you home.

Gyutaro is the lone wolf kinda guy, but the more you get to know him you see its not so much by choice but because its what became his normal. Raising a kid sister on his own means that he has to provide and work hard to make sure she doesn't struggle the way he does. He’s kinda skeptical when you first befriend him as he's used to only having acquaintances, not actual friends. But the more you two spend time together you get to see the more sweet and protective side of him, especially when he sees people put you in uncomfortable situations. He appreciates when you come to visit him at work and sends you a drink with a snack when you wait for him to go on his break. He also drives a motorcycle and you can't change my mind.

Akaza and Rengoku are the best friends with two different personalities (opposites attract). Rengoku being an honorary and star student with his grades whereas Akaza is a reletivily good student but gets into fights at times. Though Rengoku doesn't condon violence to solve issues, he will turn a blind eye to Akaza fighting when it comes to protecting the girl friends of the group, especially from creeps. They both met playing sports in high school as rivals but are the best duo on the college team they play for. They still have a good rivalry together and challenge one another from time to time as they see each other as not only as good rivals, but as equals.

Mitsuri is the sweetheart of the friend group but will also have no problem fighting a man twice her size. She absolutely loves and adores her friends with her whole heart and will do everything in her power to see you smile. Having a bad day? She'll take you to get food at your favortie resturant or order take out and go home so you two can have a self care day doing face masks. She's a total wine gal and light weight too, and she's extra loving when she is drunk. She loves to get you, Kanae, Shinobu, Kanao, and Nezuko together to bake and just have a girls day. Since you all went to high school together and now the eldests are in college, she and Kanae like to invite their juniors to catch up with them.

Gyomei was adopted into the friend group and became the dad of the group. He owns a cafe that the group frequently went to and then it became their hang out spot. At first Gyomei had little to no interactions with the group, but then our dear Kanae was the first to befriend him. From there it became a blur as to how he ended up a part of their friend group. At first he thought it was odd he ended up a part of the group because of the age gap between him and the youngest of the group, but the others didn't so much as care. The group often goes to Gyomei for advice whether its about school, relationships, or even when it comes to work. He took in Obani and Sanemi as they had a hard time finding work (mostly Sanemi because of his anger and Obani for his I-could-care-less attitude) and actually is the only one who can keep those 2 in line when it comes to work. But off the clock? They are not his resposibility. He's even offered you a job, but with the duo he alread has, you declinded saying he already has a lot on his hands. His offer still stands tho.

Shinobu is that friend who knows a little too much about the human anatomy, what plants are lethal apon ingestion, and how much of something it takes to put them to sleep for an eternity. She's loving but in a scary way. Most guys fear her despite her small stature and she loves it. All the boys except for Sanemi and Obani know better than to mess or play pranks on her. Tengen will get in on it from time to time but now knows better than to test Shinobu too many times. She often uses the guys to practice for her nursing degree and "accidentally" missed Tengens vain with an innocent smile while saying "whoops, my bad"... Tengen didn't prank her again for a few months after that. She’s also the one who scared Tanjiro the most when he was first introduced as Kanao’s boyfriend rather than the actual boys of the group who adopted Tsuyuri as their sister as well. Trust me, they tried coming off as more intimidating, though Sanemi came close to beating Shinobu, she just scared poor Tanjiro a bit more.

Obani and Sanemi are a duo who strangely enough compliment yet are so different from one another that you wonder how they became friends. Not so much opposites, just completely different. Those two fight like brothers and will pick on Shinobu and Giyuu with no hesitation. Nobody knows or remembers how the two became friends, not even themselves. They are the designated assholes of the friend group, but they even know there are lines you don’t cross. Unlike Rengoku and Tengen, they aren’t openly affectionate towards the girls (total tsundres) and use insulting or mean nicknames as forms of endearment except with Mitsuri. If they ever feel like they’ve gone to far with a joke or pushed your buttons too much, they’re treat you to food or take you to a concert you’ve been wanting to go to as a form of apology.

#OG's🥀#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer headcanons #College AU #shinobu kochou #mitsuri kanjori #rengoku kyōjurō #tengen uzui #akaza #gyomei himejima #gyutaro #obani iguro #sanemi shinaguzawa

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sadfruittheatre · 1 year

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Name: Aneas

Age: Over 5000 (equivalent to a 15-year-old)

Gender: Nonbinary (he/they)

Species: Shinjin/Core Person (I lovingly call them fruitboys)

Height: 4’

Likes: gardening, sewing, cooking, romance novels, and corny jokes

Dislikes: himself, silence, people who are rude to/about his wife, aphids, and high shelves

Fears: fucking up his job and also that one day his plants will suddenly become sentient and start revealing everything he’s ever told them, or alternately start judging him or telling him they hate him

Personality: Aneas is generally very shy, reserved, and nervous. He doesn’t like to stand out, and he doesn’t even think he should. That said, he always tries to be amicable and kind, and if you get to know him, he’ll talk your ear off about the things he’s interested in. He’s a hopeless romantic and catches feelings easily— so easily, in fact, that he is already married (to someone his own age, don’t worry), and takes his duties as a husband very seriously.

However, he also struggles with a lot of internal darkness. He’s severely depressed, which can often manifest as anger, bitterness, and thoughts of violence. Said violent thoughts are especially likely to become violent actions if you upset his wife in any way, shape, or form. His self-esteem is incredibly low and he’s often prone to jealousy and projecting his own insecurities onto others. He hates this part of himself and trying to be a good person in spite of his darker impulses only adds to the imposter syndrome he already feels.

Background: Aneas is from Universe 5, one of the four universes (out of twelve) that isn’t some degree of a dumpster fire, and for the most part, has lived a pretty average life. He was an average kid, with average skills and an average amount of friends. And that was perfectly fine by him, until his friend Bragi suddenly had a lot less time to hang out thanks to all the special classes he was in. He was worried that this development would potentially spell out the end of their friend group, so he decided that he would try to study and train hard so he could bridge that gap between them.

However, not everyone is born with natural talent. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t catch up. He couldn’t even come close to catching up. The repeated failed efforts had done a number on his self-esteem, and in an unfortunate case of projection, he was sure his friend thought he was as stupid and useless as he did, so eventually, he just sort of gave up. Not just on this, but everything. He sort of just coasted by until one day, it was announced that there would be a lottery held to find the next West Kai.

Aneas entered his name into the drawing on a dare and lo and behold, it was the first time he’d won a drawing for anything. He was entirely too young and entirely too unqualified, but the lottery had spoken. And so, armed with some basic training from the other Kais, he made his new home on a tiny planet somewhere in the Other World where he would watch over his quadrant of the universe and try to figure out what in the hell he was doing.

His mental health was already bad enough, and none of this was helping much, but in a desperate attempt to keep himself from spiraling any further, he took up gardening. It took a lot of trial and error, but it proved to be something he was really good at. It wasn’t long before most of his little planet was filled with plants, all with their own names and personalities and meticulously interconnected lore. Was he going a little crazy? Probably. But talking to an audience that could never possibly judge him for his darkest thoughts wound up being incredibly therapeutic.

However, his life would change dramatically once again when he was more or less voluntold to be a parole officer for a high profile prisoner of the Time Patrol because no one else wanted to do it. Coulie, the apprentice of the Demon King’s sister, Towa, was someone with a lot of blood on her hands thanks to her incredibly dubious science experiments, and now she was at his front door. The initial encounter was tense and awkward, but they quickly found some common ground in their loneliness and talking about these more difficult feelings with the plants they worked with all day, and both of them sort of ended up forgetting why they had to meet like this to begin with.

After awhile, Coulie expressed the desire to stay with him once her parole was up, and so, being that they were already raising a beautiful plant named Eugene together, Aneas, sufferer of terminal Shoujo Bitch Disease, saw only one course of action: marriage. It was some wishful thinking that got entirely out of hand, but after a lot of miscommunication and one of Eugene’s leaves blowing in the air, Coulie reciprocated and the two were wed.

However, their peaceful wedded bliss can’t last forever, as their pasts tend to keep coming back to haunt them in various ways, from Aneas’s childhood friends, to Coulie’s former cohort and prince of the Demon Realm, Fu. Not to mention all the gods and demons alike who are more than a little baffled by U5’s baby West Kai marrying U7’s baby demon war criminal.

Will they ever know peace? Will it all come crashing down in divorce? Find out on the next episode of SAD FRUIT THEATRE!

#intro #aneas #spoiler they are probably never getting divorced we can't separate them

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thetrashywritingwitch · 2 years

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“Be Still, Just for Me” Bakugo x Fem!Reader, Ch. 44

First Chapter

Previous Chapter

(all chapters are available in my masterlist!)

Summary: Bakugo Katsuki, a Pro Hero in Japan, is used to the routine: wake up, kick villain ass, rinse and repeat. He’s living his dream, soaking in all he’s ever wanted and worked for.

During the brief moment he lets his guard down, everything changes.

Tossed into a world without quirks with nothing but the clothes on his back, he’s forced to accept the help of someone who knows exactly who he is: a manga character who should definitely not exist.

Chapter length: 13.5k

Warnings: T+ for language, no warnings

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Co-written and plot mapped by @rose-sparks13

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Chapter Title: Something Missing, Something Gained

Chapter note: hhhhHHHHH fucking SORRY this chapter took goddamn ages to finish. Between writers block, adopting two cats in january (WHICH WAS NOT PLANNED AND THIS CHAPTER WAS GOING TO BE WRITTEN 2+ YEARS AGO SO IT WAS JUST A LUCKY COINCIDENCE I SWEAR), and being exhausted from working long hours and tight deadlines, writing regularly just wasn't on the table. ANYWAY here it is, please enjoy, thanks for your patience, all kudos/favs/comments are read and appreciated lkajsldkjaf

This is a filler/segue chapter for ch. 45 that, if I play my cards right (aka if i write my ass off…) I want to post on Katsuki's birthday, 4/20. It's an important one :)

if there are spelling errors, just ignore that shit bc i literally gave my fingers cramps finishing this chapter 10 mins ago :)))) appreciate it ----------------------

Bakugo Katsuki was lonely.

Not in a way that had anything to do with a lack of people to talk to or things to do. His life as a pro Hero kept him busy just like he wanted and needed. Spare time was a luxury, and he generally didn't mind a spare morning or evening to recuperate and rest… at least, he used to enjoy those respites before you came along and flipped his priorities and general outlook on life right on its head.

While in your world, time was basically all he had, and when you weren't around there wasn't much to do. Now that he was back home with all his luxuries and comforts and familiarity, his apartment was just… too damn quiet; and Katsuki normally felt perfectly at home with solitude.

He gradually found himself repeating pointless tasks and chores. He even kept the TV on in the background just for the noise which he rarely did months ago. Obviously, something - or someone - was missing despite the reality that things were just as they'd always been. Maybe "missing" wasn't the right word. No, more like… addition. Katsuki needed to add something that had never been here before, but he had no fucking clue how to fill the gap in the mile-long steps leading up to contentment.

That stupid New Years party Uraraka invited him to did a bit to quench these lonesome stretches of time. He almost didn't go, using his busy patrol schedule without a sidekick as an excuse, but fucking Kirishima rearranged their patrols without telling him just to make sure his alibi no longer worked; what an overly-considerate ass.

Just to give himself something to do and keep his hands busy, Katsuki went out and bought what he needed to make a batch of toshikoshi soba. Though his family did little in the way of tradition, he knew the routine behind what most people did on New Year's eve. Plus, Todoroki would be there and anyone with working taste buds knew that idiot could barely boil water.

Uraraka made mochi earlier - mostly so she could eat it herself - which left Deku to help Katsuki in the kitchen. Well, tried to help, anyway. Stubborn mule that he was, Katsuki attempted to kick Deku out of his own kitchen, but the attempt was half-hearted at best and he gave up before resigning to spitting out orders.

"Mar-san is still with their family, right?" Deku measured out the cooking sake and mirin while Katsuki impatiently kept an eye on the boiling kombu.

"Mmhm. Won't be back for another week," he grunted before taking a sip of the sake provided by the hosts. The last time he got drunk was-

"Do… did you tell them about… you know…?" He didn't have to spell it out for Katsuki to understand.

Frowning behind his glass, he took a longer sip of his drink. "They know. But I don't want to talk about any of that. Not tonight." If he was going to drink, then getting worked up was no doubt a terrible idea.

Uraraka walked in holding a plate of slowly-disappearing mochi with Yaoyorozu following behind. "How's the soba coming along?"

"Just fine," Katsuki grumbled before removing the kombu to drain as the water came to a boil. Deku and Uraraka shared a brief glance while Yaoyorozu cleared her throat from the entryway. “Wasn’t Todoroki supposed to be here?”

With her cheeks full of mochi, Uraraka said, “Oh yeah, he said he ran into a villain emergency earlier and was going to see his siblings afterwards. He’ll stop by if he has time, but it’ll be late.”

Before Katsuki could let out some snarky relief that Todoroki wouldn’t have the opportunity to ruin any of the food, Yaoyorozu chimed in. "How about I make some tea for everyone?"

Jumping on the opportunity to change the subject, Deku nodded. "Yes, thank you Yaoyorozu-san. How's Jirou-san, by the way?"

He really fucking wished this boring as hell small talk would happen somewhere else since he couldn't leave the soba unattended. But while he was dumping dried bonito flakes into the kombu water, Uraraka came up beside him and held out an obviously handmade mochi.

"Stop pouting and eat it. It's New Year's Eve!"

"I don't want any," he argued as she wiggled it in front of his mouth with that same stupid determined grin she wore back at the cafe.

"If you don't eat this mochi, I'm going to float you to the ceiling and not let you down until after midnight." Her expression didn't budge a centimeter under his glare, which honestly weirded him out enough to snatch the mochi from her fingers and angrily stuff it into his mouth with his lips now coated in rice flour. "Good! I'll go see if Tsuyu-chan wants some." As if this was a completely normal interaction, she walked out of the kitchen and disappeared around the corner.

The remaining three people exchanged baffled looks as Katsuki forced his attention back on the boiling pot as he chewed with puffed-out cheeks.

"Is… Uraraka-san feeling alright?" Yaoyorozu set the electric kettle to simmer before pulling out a fancy-looking tin of tea leaves.

Chopping green onions after wiping rice powder from his mouth, Katsuki interjected. "I'll assume it's the pregnancy talking-"

"Kacchan!"

"What?! Isn't pregnancy brain a thing? I'm not gonna argue with her over stupid mochi when she's floated me before for less." Their bickering was hushed to avoid the subject of their conversation from overhearing.

Yaoyorozu carefully measured out tea leaves and added, "though I wouldn't put it so crudely as Bakugo-kun, it is true that pregnancy can affect mood and emotions. Pregnancy shrinks the brain's grey matter and greatly alters the estrogen and progesterone levels which can definitely affect how Uraraka-san acts, even several years after the baby is born."

The two men stared at her before Katsuki smugly turned back to Deku. "Told you."

"I-I know all of that," he affirmed. "It's not like we didn't research and prepare beforehand. It's just taking some getting used to is all… but if all she's doing right now is forcing us to eat mochi, then that's not so bad, heh."

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki went back to finishing up the soba while Yaoyorozu focused on her tea. She placed a hot mug next to his mostly-empty cup of sake before handing one to Deku as well. "Uraraka-san will be fine. She has all of us for all the support she wants and needs. I believe the new year will bring many good things."

It fucking better, Katsuki thought to himself while mourning the last two months of misery he’d put himself through; he couldn’t continue dealing with this same level of burdensome bullshit… not alone, anyway.

When the soba was finally done, everyone gathered around to eat. The group was small since Hero schedules were chaotic and unpredictable at times, but they tried their best to keep in touch when the opportunity arose. Todoroki hadn’t shown up yet, so they assumed he probably decided to stay with his siblings. Bakugo saved a bowl of soba for him to pick up later.

Slurping buckwheat noodles symbolized gaining resilience and strength to face the coming year, two things Katsuki never thought he'd lack. Someone who wasn't even here and he hadn't seen in over two months really had crumbled his resolute worldview while putting value and perspective on the small details he now missed.

"Thanks for making soba, Bakugo-kun," Tsuyu said before blowing away the steam from her dripping chopsticks.

Everyone else hummed in agreement. "Mm, it's good! Similar to how my mom would make it growing up." Uraraka noisily slurped hot noodles and dashi while Katsuki grumbled.

"No shit it's good, I made it." The words came out on reflex, his fingers nearly dropping his own chopsticks as he remembered the many times you complimented his cooking with earnest enthusiasm. Time to put the past behind me. Tensing his hand, Katsuki dug into his own soba and eyed his shallow cup of sake.

As everyone glued their eyes to the clock to celebrate the stroke of midnight, Katsuki lounged on the couch with flushed cheeks and a lopsided scowl. Trying to keep his eyes open proved difficult since he only stayed awake so late when he had overnight patrols or rare emergencies. He only drank twice as much as he meant to while people around him talked about New Year’s resolutions and leaving the mistakes of the past in the dust. "I'm drinking Cheeks's share since she can't have any," he argued when Tsuyu questioned if he was feeling alright while holding a glass of water out to him. The pregnant host tried not to pout at the fact that she still had many months left before she could drink again.

Unfortunately for Bakugo, his inability to hold his alcohol led to him falling asleep on their couch before 1 A.M.

Despite the cushions feeling different and the orientation to the room not matching his memory at all, maybe he subconsciously desired some tiny reminder of you - even if it meant sleeping on someone else's couch on New Year's eve - before trying to move forward with a fresh slate.

When Deku and Uraraka woke up the next morning, he was gone without a trace of ever having been there at all.

With Mar still in Puerto Rico, Kirishima occasionally filled in to patrol with him just like old times before their independent careers really took off.

"Soo, I hear that you finally spilled the beans to Mar. How'd that go?"

Katsuki groaned into the high collar of his winter uniform. "Let me guess, they wanted to gossip or whatever as soon as they left Japan?” His wrist grenades swung heavily down at his sides, though he barely noticed the weight that would be cumbersome to the average person as he and Kirishima tracked through the snow-covered sidewalks.

The red head chuckled. "That about sums it up, yeah. How did that conversation go, anyway? Hopefully better than ours," he said while rubbing the back of his neck. He kept his hair down rather than tied up during these cold winter months.

Kirishima waved to a few onlookers who noticed them while Katsuki kept his eyes forward and attention on scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary. "Don't know if 'better' is the right word. I picked somewhere public but out of the way to avoid them making a scene, but they did anyway and I almost strangled the damn kid," he tiredly admitted.

Although he went into far less detail than he had previously - summing up the story with an explanation on where he was, who you were, and why he’d been so fucked in the head since coming back home - Mar ran with any detail he let drop and came up with their own wild conclusions.

A laugh that grated on Katsuki’s patience bubbled up from Kirishima at his admission. “They are just nineteen, but they were worried like the rest of us,” he explained while shaking his hair free of falling snowflakes.

"I don't need the kid preoccupied with shit that isn't their business, which is why I told them just what they needed to hear so Mar can put all their focus on why I picked 'em to come here in the first place." He dreaded the knowing looks they'd give him once they returned to Japan, but he'd put up with it like he did everything else. What he really wanted to do was change the subject. "Kirishima," he said, making his friend turn as they continued to patrol. "You volunteer at one of those animal shelters or whatever sometimes, right?"

Kirishima raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Yeah, I go to a couple different ones when I have time to try and promote adoptions and stuff, why?"

New year, new changes, new Katsuki. "Just thinking…if you like hanging around dogs so much, why haven't you grabbed one of your own yet?"

After years of making fun of the guy for not wearing a shirt in cold weather, Kirishima finally conceded after catching a bad cold the previous year and had an insulated support item made to work with his quirk. He still wasn't exactly used to it, though, occasionally fidgeting with the fabric and acting itchy even though it was no doubt warmer than wearing nothing at all. "I've thought about it, but I think I'd rather help other people find a furry family member. Our schedules are crazy and dogs need walks and potty breaks and play time. I wouldn't be home enough to really give a dog what it would need without getting someone to take it out everyday… would be kinda nice to see a tail wag when I get home, though." He laughed with a sharp-toothed smile as Katsuki mulled over his words. "You thinking about adopting or something? You never really struck me as a pet guy."

Silence hung between them for a good ten seconds before Katsuki answered. "Y/N had this old lady who lived down the hall from her. We never understood each other, but she shoved homemade cookies into my hands one day because I helped carry her groceries."

"Ah, helping old ladies; a classic Hero move!” Kirishima elbowed Katsuki who shoved him right back with a small explosion that fizzled out against his hardened skin. "Haha, don't be salty. Anyway, what does an old lady have to do with pets?"

"I was getting to the point, dummy," he chided while scowling at his foggy breath visible in the frigid air. "She had this yappy, one-eyed dog that looked as old as she was. We ended up watching Charlie while-"

"... Charlie? That's a weird name for a dog," Kirishima mused while no doubt thinking of equally-stupid pet names.

Katsuki actually agreed with a smirk hidden behind the high collar of his own insulated outfit. "I didn't name him, so blame the old bat for that one. But I also didn't grow up with pets. For a little rat with one eye, he was good company even if it was just for a few hours." He paused while they let a group of school kids cross the street, a few of them waving and gawking at the Pro Heroes. One of them even wore a Dynamight branded jacket, one that looked authentic and not like the ugly knockoffs he loathed seeing online; even for someone as stone-cold as Katsuki, it melted his stubborn heart the tiniest bit.

Once the kids had passed, he and Kirishima continued on their patrol route, turning down a side street to eventually find their way up to the top of one of the taller buildings to survey the city from above.

"... What were we talking a- oh, right, dogs!" Katsuki smacked his face with his glove as Kirishima recalled the conversation from less than ten minutes ago. "You were talking about the old lady's dog with the weird name, right?"

Squatting on the edge of the building with his arms resting on his knees, Katsuki lowered his eyes to the ant-sized blips scurrying around on white snow. "Mm. Point was, I never felt like anything was lacking in my life until now. Being alone and on my own was fine when not kicking villain ass." He didn't move as he saw Kirishima sit beside him from his peripheral vision. "But now, it's quiet… and it bugs me and I hate it. I fucked up by holding back what I wanted because I didn't know what would happen. One regret. And I don't repeat mistakes."

Kirishima hummed and kicked his feet over the edge of the building while staring up at the cloudy sky. "So no regrets this time, huh? New year, new opportunities, new changes. You know I'm just a couple floors down if you ever wanna hang out."

He ran a gloved hand through his hair with a huff. "It's not about… fuck, I don't know how to explain it. I just need a change, alright?" In reality, Katsuki felt a strong urge to put his latent energy to good use. To take care of something and help it grow. He was so accustomed to destruction and fire that the idea of putting his effort towards a living thing that might depend on him sounded uncharacteristically satisfying.

"OK, alright, I getcha," Kirishima said. "Well, I gave my thoughts on dogs, but there's lots of other animals out there. Shinsou's the resident cat guy if that's more up your alley," he suggested. Sinking deeper into his collar, Katsuki groaned. "Pfft, don't be so stubborn. You two get along better than you think."

As much as he hated to admit it, Kirishima was right: if he wanted to know more about cats as a pet option, Shinsou was definitely who he should contact. But he hadn't talked with the guy at all since that disaster outing with Kaminari. If they happened to run into each other while on patrol, any interaction was strictly professional. Katsuki guessed that setting aside his pride was just part of the routine now.

"Maybe," he answered while narrowing his eyes at some erratic movement down below. "Get up, we have work to do."

"Damn, you're right," he said while hopping up from the edge of the building. "Wanna do Bombs Away? An oldie but a goodie."

"Tch, no shit." Since their quirks worked well together, they'd developed a few collaborative moves back when they were still early in their careers. Kirishima grabbed onto Katsuki's shoulders with a tight grip before the two of them leapt without fear right over the edge of the building, explosions propelling them down towards the villains who were about to be cannon balled by an explosive rock raining down from the sky.

A week and a half passed before Katsuki had an afternoon to himself, but there was little time to rest up or relax. He slid on a warm coat, scarf, sunglasses, and dark beanie poised on the back of his head with his bangs poking out to both keep his ears warm and help obscure his identity. Where he was going, having strangers spot him sounded like an embarrassing nightmare.

The train ride downtown didn't take long and at least it was warmer compared to stepping outside. With his hands shoved into his pockets and face half-covered by his scarf Katsuki walked, snow crunching under his boots, until he stood in front of an unsuspecting building displaying a small sign out front with the picture of a cat and paw prints illustrating to head up to the second floor.

This was such a stupid idea, but he wasn't going to back down now. You'd probably go all starry-eyed upon finding this place, dragging him inside without a second thought; and because he was a stupid lovestruck sap for you, he wouldn't even argue that much.

A little bell rang overhead as he opened the door and was greeted by someone behind the main counter. "Hello! Welcome to Cat Café Vanilla! Can I help you?”

He’d done some passive research on local cat cafés since it seemed like a decent option to interact with some cats while also seeing how other people engaged with them since he was basically going in blind. This place had good ratings and didn’t appear especially crowded since it was a weekday morning when the average person went to their boring office jobs just like you.

Walking up to the counter with his hands still tucked into his jacket, Katsuki said, “Yeah… how does this work? Never been here before."

“Oh! Let me explain,” she said while gesturing to a plaque displayed on the counter. “It’s ¥200 for every ten minutes, up to ¥2400 for the entire day, so you pay by how long you’d like to stay. We also offer coffee, tea, and snacks that will be brought to you once allowed into the cat area. You can also purchase treats for the cats for an extra fee. Do you have any questions?”

That was cheaper than he expected it to be, but he had no idea how long was “long enough” to see if he even liked cats or not. An hour, maybe? Yeah, that sounded reasonable and not weird at all. After paying for the time slot along with a cup of tea and storing his wet boots in a secure locker, she led him through a door to an area that lived up to the fancy-looking decor in the photos on their website.

The café took up the entire second floor of the building and was divided into separate sections. One section had plush couches and another had bookshelves filled with popular manga and books; hell, there was even a room with simple beds in case you wanted to take a nap.

"Feel free to make yourself comfortable and we will bring your tea to you." Now left to his own devices, Katsuki took in his surroundings, which obviously included quite a lot of cats. Even though the place looked clean and organized, the light animal smell permeated the air making his nose wrinkle. He wasn't used to being around so many animals, though he'd heard that cats were generally cleaner than dogs.

A small empty couch in a corner called to him, and there was even a cat already napping in one of the seats when he quietly sat down. Its orange and white fur looked soft and fluffy as the cat paid him little mind. Should he just reach out his hand or…?

Back when he'd helped dogsit Charlie, Katsuki watched and mimicked what you did. Plus, dogs seemed more energetically reactive to noises and touch in comparison to a sleeping cat. Twisting his lips against the front of his teeth, he took his hand out of his jacket and tentatively gave the cat a gentle pet on the back. The only reaction he could see were orange ears swiveling for a few seconds alongside a “mrrp” before returning to their original sleeping position.

"That easy, huh?"

He nodded when the same host set a hot cup of tea in front of him five minutes later. Feeling something rub against his leg, Katsuki looked under the small table to see a different cat looking up at him with a bizarrely smushed-in face and a tangle of white fur. “Mrow,” it said as if asking him for something that he no doubt didn’t have. At least they don’t hate me on the spot, he thought while holding out a hand to let the cat sniff his finger before it rubbed whiskers and fur against his knuckle; if the smell of his nitroglycerine-like sweat on his palms bothered the cat, it didn’t show it.

Maybe he could get used to this.

About twenty minutes into his kitty cat café session, Katsuki’s lazy focus on getting one of the cats to chase around a feather tied to a string was interrupted when a shadow blocked out the soft light of a nearby lamp.

“Never thought I’d find you in a place like this.”

Pulling his head up with a grunt, Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the low, familiar voice and messy lavender hair. "Fucking figures you'd be here to ruin my day."

Shinsou just smirked before taking a seat on the couch perpendicular to Katsuki's. “Your day, huh? I’ve been coming here for several years and have never seen you. So if anything, you’re ruining my day,” he shot back while Katsuki glared. "You never struck me as the animal-lover type, so tell me what made a grumpy ass like you come to a cat café of all places."

The two cats nearby must've sensed Katsuki's agitation at being found out since they scrambled away to the other side of the room, the bells on their collars jingling along the way. Kirishima had suggested talking to Shinsou if he was serious about learning more about cats, but this was not how or where he wanted that conversation to take place.

"One: shut up. Two: never mention to anyone that I was here or I’ll spill your dumb crush on Kaminari to his face. And three: tell me what you know about cats and why they don't suck." He counted off on his fingers while Shinsou's face remained stoic - outside of his twitch at the Kaminari comment - as he stared with tired, unblinking eyes back at Katsuki.

“How the hell do you know that I like Kaminari?” His hushed tone was laced with urgent annoyance.

Katsuki scoffed and leaned back into the couch cushion. “Everyone knows… well, besides Duce-Face. I recommend hurrying the fuck up if you’re serious.”

“You’re the last person I want relationship advice from,” he spat. “Why do you even care, anyway?”

Turning away, Katsuki thought about how much the regret of his last moments with you still stung months later. With an annoyed huff through his nose, Katsuki insisted, “Just don’t let something you want pass you by, because you might not get a second chance.”

"You done giving unsolicited advice?" When he didn't get an answer, Shinsou wordlessly held out his hand as a nearby cat sniffed before jumping right up into his lap and settling down, perfectly content. "Fine. I’ll keep your secret so long as you keep mine. As for the third point, I'll indulge you if only for the sake of the cats here not having to sniff out your sour attitude."

It wasn't much, but Katsuki reluctantly accepted it. Searching on the internet was well and good, but he had no way of parsing the reliable information from the garbage since he couldn't draw from his own experience. Shinsou could potentially help him understand if a pet would help fill the unfamiliar void in his life or if he just needed a new distraction.

He spoke while petting the grey and white tabby in his lap who tilted its head back to allow better access for chin scratches. "I've always liked cats. To generalize, they're quiet, calm, sleep a lot, and can live perfectly fulfilling lives inside so long as you give them everything they need. But just like people, they have their own personalities. Some are shy or nervous, especially if they were strays or had shitty owners while others love attention and playing around." They both looked up to see two cats chasing each other across the room, tails swishing excitedly as one jumped up on a chair to escape the other. "Most people have preferences when it comes to pets, and mine just happens to be cats."

Just like how the high energy of dogs seemed great for Kirishima, the relaxed personality of cats matched up with the guy with constant bags under his eyes. Katsuki remained quiet as he glanced down at the dregs of tea left in the bottom of his empty cup.

"Look," Shinsou said, face unreadable as he gestured toward his couch neighbor. "It's none of my business why you're here or if you're looking to adopt a cat. Just know that if you're trying to fill some temporary boredom, then pick up a hobby and not a pet. Cats can live upwards of fifteen years if taken care of and treated well. Make sure you're prepared for that commitment no matter what you do."

"I'm not stupid," Katsuki bit back with an insulted frown. "I might not have owned pets before, but I know they aren't fucking toys you can toss when you get tired of 'em. If I do something, I do it all the way."

He wished he had taken his own advice almost three months ago, but there was no use moping about something he couldn't change, especially not after vowing to finally get his shit together.

Shinsou stared him down with tired eyes as if trying to pick him apart and judge his unsaid reasons for coming to a cat café of all places. Taking care of an animal for more than a decade was a long damn time… but he hadn't committed to anything yet; he was just weighing his options to see if anything stuck.

"No matter what you choose to do, I'll say this: even though most of the cats here are adoptable, my cats were either from shelters or found as strays on the streets. As Heroes, we have the means to give them a pretty good quality of life." He looked down at the purring cat in his lap who was making gentle biscuits in the air as he scratched under its ear. "The cats here have open space and a lot of human interaction, but shelter animals are generally kept in cages or small enclosures just due to having so many animals and limited space. Consider checking out those places and talking to the caretakers there if you want to talk to people more experienced than me."

Katsuki didn't expect Shinsou to dump so much information and advice into his lap so freely. In a way, seriously considering this kind of lifestyle and responsibility shift overwhelmed him a bit, but he'd rather know what he was potentially jumping into than be surprised when it was too late.

The two of them continued to talk sparsely until an employee came to notify Katsuki that his hour was up. He stood up, fruitlessly brushing stray cat hair from his dark jeans before starting to follow her back towards the front. However, without turning around, he mumbled a, "thanks," obviously meant for Shinsou before disappearing towards the front of the café.

He had a lot of thinking to do.

When Katsuki came into the agency the next morning for patrol, he found what looked like a present on his desk. A bright red bag stuffed with orange tissue paper sat next to his computer as he narrowed his eyes at the unexpected gift. Christmas was over and done with, so what the hell was this all about?

Turning it around, he saw a small card attached to the handle and opened it to see some sloppy Japanese which immediately identified who it was from.

Happy late Christmas Bakugo-senpai! I brought these from home since I know you like to cook. I can teach you some of my mom's Puertorican recipes if you want!

~ Mar

"Really hope I wasn't supposed to get them anything," he said under his breath as he tossed out the tissue paper, unaware that several sets of eyes were watching him from across the floor outside of his office. Giving gifts was not his forté since he leaned more into acts of service and only got presents when obligation called for it.

"I hope he likes the stuff I brought," Mar commented while peeking around the corner to watch. Something that had tormented them since moving to Japan was the lack of familiar foods and seasonings from Puerto Rico. Despite enjoying all the new foods that Japan offered, Mar missed their mom's cooking. Unfortunately, they did not pick up the cooking gene and their attempts at recreating familiar dishes suffered as a result. Bakugo joked about how it was almost as terrible-looking as Kirishima’s food the few times he caught them grabbing a homemade container from the office fridge. "Especially after all the… y'know, stuff he told me. About you-know-who. Maybe it'll cheer him up?"

Kirishima clapped a large hand over Mar's shoulder. “If it’s anything he can experiment with when it comes to food, he’ll use it. And even if he doesn't always know how to show it, I'm sure he appreciates it,” he whispered while silently hoping Bakugo would “accidentally” make too much again and bring in leftovers.

"You got Dynamight-san a gift?" Mar and Kirishima turned to find the mousy employee standing silently behind them, obviously eavesdropping on their whispering. "And um, who is 'you-know-who'?"

Usually, Kirishima attempted to avoid her when possible ever since Mar revealed that her main motivation for interviewing for the job was that she was infatuated with him. Dealing with fans was one thing he could manage fairly easily, but working directly with someone who probably had some kind of parasocial relationship with his public persona was… awkward.

The whiskers around her nose twitched as Mar nodded and glanced quickly to Kirishima who lived up to his reputation of being about as subtle as an open book with his wide eyes. "Uh, yeah. Some spices and stuff from Puerto Rico… adobo, sofrito, sazón, things that I haven’t been able to find here in Japan,” they explained while subtly attempting to scoot back down the hallway. “And… you-know-who is just someone who has been bugging Bakugo-senpai lately. Like a weird fan or whatever.” Of course, that specific description came to mind as Mar stared at her hoping and praying that she’d be on her way soon.

After about five seconds of awkward silence, she nodded as if in lagged understanding, her eyes drifting to Kirishima briefly before flitting back to Mar’s face. “I see. W-well, I hope Dynamight-san feels better soon.” Scooting past the two of them towards her desk, she mumbled, “good m-morning Red Riot-san…”

Kirishima let out a tensely-held breath and leaned against the wall facing away from Bakugo’s office. “Man, that was close… you know I’m no good at lying.”

“Everyone knows that,” Mar admitted nonchalantly, which garnered a harsh side-eye from Kirishima.

As the two of them talked just around the corner from the main floor area, heavy footsteps pounded down the aisle between desks and squeaky office chairs.

"What are you idiots doing?" Bakugo's sudden interruption caused Mar and Kirishima to jump, Mar dropping their phone screen-side down right onto the floor.

"Nooo! Puñeta…se jodio…"

Standing with his arms crossed, Bakugo stared at them with a flat, unreadable expression. "Why'd you get me a gift? Don't think it will butter me up to get out of all the paperwork you missed while away."

"C'mon, man. It's just a present," Kirishima pressed with a yawn, still not fully awake this morning.

Mar sighed in relief as they examined their phone looking for cracks in the screen; paying extra for a reinforced case apparently paid off. "It wasn't to get out of work! I just figured you'd like it since you cook and stuff," they affirmed with a shrug. "And maybe I can teach you some, like, Puertorican recipes. Plantains are hard to find here, though… but arroz con gandules should be doable. I brought back coffee for myself because it's super strong, but I know you prefer tea so… what?"

A wide grin spread across Kirishima's face while Bakugo's eye twitched. "Aww, it's just kind of cute how you thought so much about his gifts-"

"Eww, gross, I’m not cute,” they argued, nose wrinkled and mouth twisting in disgust. “I’m almost old enough to drink, so-”

Katsuki stepped forward, placed a hand on their head, and said with a snort, “Kid, you have a permanent baby face and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Puffing out their cheeks while Kirishima snickered nearby, Mar stepped out from under Katsuki’s palm. “At least I’m not all old and stuff like you two! I still have my youthful vigor!”

Immediately, Kirishima’s face fell while Bakugo’s teeth ground together like gritty sandpaper. “I… I’m not old, am I…?”

“I’M TWENTY-FIVE YOU LITTLE BRAT! THAT’S NOT FUCKING OLD!” Immediately realizing that they just called their short-tempered boss old, Mar looked quickly to the doorway leading to the stairs before bolting around Kirishima who was having some kind of age realization crisis judging by his frown. Bakugo yelled after them, chasing Mar like a pissed off cat hunting a mouse who sniffed a bit too closely to the danger zone.

Ignoring the commotion, Kirishima promptly shuffled into the office kitchen and asked the first person he saw, with the saddest puppy eyes a grown man of his stature could muster, if he was old.

Once things calmed down and Katsuki reassured Kirishima that they were still in their prime, he thought more seriously about this whole pet situation. Shinsou’s cautionary words nagged at Katsuki as he wondered whether putting all of this effort into something completely new and unfamiliar in the hope that the lifestyle change would satisfy him… or if he really did just need a new hobby; one that didn’t involve another living thing, at least.

He was never a particularly creative person outside of battle strategies and cooking, and he already excelled at those. The past two months also involved him reading through books that he swore he never had time for before, including finishing the novel you'd gifted him. It was almost cruel because he could tell the story wasn't close to being wrapped up, but he'd never have an opportunity to read the sequel.

No, what he needed was something unfamiliar to focus his pent-up energy on. As much as he wished he was in denial about it, Katsuki actually enjoyed taking care of you in the small, insignificant things you seemed to appreciate. He never used to care about anyone other than himself, selfishness and pride staple ingredients to his material make up. But when he started equating saving people with victory, giving a damn about others just came along with it.

God, he was so whipped and you weren't even here to rub it in his face. He'd blasted Kaminari in the face one day when he jokingly said that Katsuki was a "kept man" since he had lived in your apartment rent-free, cooked, cleaned, and had everything he needed provided by you. It wasn’t his damn fault that he had to cycle through the same four things to keep him from dying of boredom when you weren’t around!

It could’ve been worse; besides, Katsuki found his own kind of selfish satisfaction in knowing something he did - no matter how small - brought a stupid smile to your face.

When he got home from patrol the next evening, Katsuki leaned against the headboard of his bed after a hot shower and a full belly with his laptop balanced across his thighs. A quick search turned up animal shelters in the city, but most of them seemed to be outside Tokyo. He randomly clicked on one and began scrolling through the site's adoption process, fees, etc., before navigating to a page where you could scroll through all of their available animals by species, age, and gender.

He already decided that a cat would probably fit better with his lifestyle than a dog, but when the results came up, Katsuki balked. "Over a hundred cats on here? I'm not looking though all these," he mumbled as he scrolled down the page.

"What the hell is with these names…? Hamburger? Mr. Wiggles? Beefcake? Who names their fucking pet something so dumb?! Charlie isn't too bizarre in comparison." He wondered if people weren't adopting these cats because of their stupid names, but he also guessed that the names probably drew in people, especially kids, who thought they were funny. He could always change its name, right?

Some of the cats looked very similar to the ones roaming around the café while others looked like they were older or had medical issues, which made him wonder how long some of them had been living at the shelter. Most people probably wanted kittens because they were cute, but they were also probably the biggest pain in the ass to take care of. He’d never babysat before, but young kittens and puppies were probably bursting with curious, destructive energy.

“No thanks to that… fuck it.” Katsuki shut his laptop and leaned his head against the hard headboard with determined huff. If he thought too much about it, then he’d second guess himself, and he already faced the consequences of waiting out of uncertainty once. He’d show up to one of the shelters, talk to the people there with more hands-on knowledge than he could reasonably research, and decide if this was something he truly wanted for himself.

Determined to make good on the New Year’s promise to be better and stronger - not just for himself, but for the people around him who actually wanted to see him happy - he managed to fall asleep with comparatively little trouble despite still feeling the slow, dull ache of loneliness in a bed too wide and cold for his own comfort.

The train was too crowded for his liking with people shoulder-to-shoulder for the morning rush, but the shelters were never open past sundown so he had to take advantage of the little free time he had. He'd picked a different shelter to visit than the one he searched through previously since this one didn't require an annoyingly long train ride. Luckily, with his scarf pulled up to his nose and a wool hat yanked down over his ears, no one recognized or bugged him as he faced the windows and steel with his own tired and blurry reflection staring back at him.

It wasn't hard to find the place once he stepped off the platform and back into the cold winter air even though he had to walk a good distance until buildings and city noises became more subdued. Real estate in Tokyo was hard to come by, especially if you were looking for a bit of peace and quiet.

Gravel and snow crunched under his boots as he made his way towards the front of the two-story building. At least the cats were warmer inside than he was outside…

A small bell jingled above him as he opened the door, the smell of cats evident through his scarf and stronger than back at the café. To his right, an older woman sat behind a desk typing away at a computer before turning to him with all three of her eyes.

"Hello, can I help you? Do you have an appointment?"

"Appointment?" Shit, I didn't think I needed one to just come and look around. "No, I don't have one, but I'm just here to look or whatever," he answered as he tugged down the front of his scarf.

The woman hummed before glancing back at her computer screen. “Well, we’re generally appointment-only so that we can vet potential adopters and to make sure that-"

Another person, this time a younger guy maybe around his own age wearing the same light blue shirt with the adoption agency logo printed on the front, walked up and interrupted their conversation. "Hey Shizu, can you look over this paperwork real… you look familiar…" The guy made a double-take at Katsuki who really hoped he wasn't about to deal with some annoying fan moment when an idea struck him. For once, maybe he could use his namesake to his advantage?

Unwinding his scarf from around his neck, Katsuki hoped he wouldn't have to go all the way back home with a waste of a trip and nothing to show for it. "Probably. I'm Pro Hero Dynamight." When the name registered, the man's eyes lit up with recognition while the older woman just raised an eyebrow, obviously unimpressed or completely out of the loop.

"I knew I recognized you! My kid always has her eyes glued to the TV when you're on. I think she wants to be a Hero someday, too, but she's only three so that won't be anytime soon… " He continued to ramble before nearly slapping his coworker in the face with the clipboard in his hands. "I'll be happy to show you all the cats we have up for adoption," he offered before leaving his paperwork for the now-annoyed older woman to finish up. Katsuki walked around the desk led by the starstruck fan, feeling only a pinprick of guilt at using his status to get around what the average person couldn't.

"So, uh, what exactly are you looking for? Wow, sorry, I didn't even ask if you're actually here to adopt and just assumed.. I mean-"

"I probably will if I find one that fits. I've never owned cats, but I wanna know more about the responsibilities involved. And what better way to find out than come here for myself?" The two men paused in front of several rows of stacked cages, most of them containing at least one cat. A pair of cats - one black and one golden blonde - lay sleeping together in a larger vertical enclosure. Katsuki read the identification card taped to the front while the guy came to stand next to him.

"Ah, Lunar and Solar. They're a bonded pair and need to be adopted together. Do you know if you're looking for one or more cats?"

The two cats paid them little mind and continued dozing in a little enclosed wooden bed. "Bonded? What does that mean?"

"Bonded animals - it's not exclusive to cats - are those who rely on and feel safe with each other. Usually littermates or cats who grew up together. If they're separated, their health can deteriorate, sometimes permanently, so we highly encourage people to adopt both and keep them together."

So, even animals understood the pain of loss and distance. Looking at the two cats as the black one shifted to nearly smother the other one, both still deeply asleep, Katsuki padded past the first row of cages and looked at a white and black spotted cat meowing loudly with a paw through a hole in the plexiglass. "Tell me about this one."

An hour passed as Katsuki and the man named Miura toured around the facility, one asking short questions while the other answered. He learned that some cats would never be adopted out due to their temperaments or health issues. One had been living there for more than five years because she hated being held or touched by people while another suffered from a skin condition that required special care and attention that the average person didn’t want to put up with.

Once his fanboyish fawning over the Pro Hero subsided, Miura proved to be a wealth of information to Katsuki. He explained the basics of what most cats need, how to choose good food and litter, keeping them engaged with exercise, how much they sleep, etc. Katsuki figured he could verify this information with Shinsou later, but there was no reason for the guy to fudge the truth since he wouldn’t work here if he didn’t want the animals to be healthy and happy.

“So, what are you thinking? I think I’ve shown you most of the cats available for adoption,” he said as they began to come back around towards the front entrance of the building.

There was one more thing Katsuki wanted to know as he passed cages and enclosures. “What’s the reason someone might bring a cat back here?”

Miura’s eyes drooped as he looked back towards Solar and Lunar who were finally rousing from their catnap. “Well, lots of reasons. It’s why we have people fill out applications to let us know their schedule, if they’ve had pets before, how they might react to scratched-up furniture or if they might consider declawing a cat.” He’d explained earlier what declawing meant when they passed a few cages with notes alongside their basic information mentioning possible aggression issues. Katsuki assumed it meant trimming their nails and not removing their fucking fingers up to the first knuckle. Seemed grossly barbaric to him; yeah, he’d be pissed if his nice couch got scratched up, but it wouldn’t make him consider surgically removing bones.

“Sometimes, a cat might not get along well with the lifestyle and you just don’t know until you bring them home. Other times, what people want and what they adopt are two different things. Not all cats like to cuddle or be pet all the time; it’s on their terms, not ours. When expectations don’t meet reality, they might be brought back. And… well, some cats have been through a lot and not everyone is up for helping them through it.”

That last point made Katsuki recall his talk with Shinsou as an incredibly stupid idea popped into his head. Stubbornness winning out over logic, he asked, “Show me the most difficult pain in the ass cat you have.”

Miura stared at him with blatant confusion. “Um… the most…? Wh- uh, are you-”

“Did I stutter?”

Shutting his mouth with a snap of his teeth, Miura visibly gulped before eventually leading him down a hall and through a door to a room he hadn't explored yet. It didn't appear any different from the other rooms with stacked cages, but there were only a few cats in here that he could see. "Uh, we keep cats in here that don't do well with other cats or have behavior issues… if you're serious about wanting one that is, well, difficult, then Snowball here might be who you're looking for."

At the very end of the room sat a cage half in shadow and furthest away from the other cats. Passing Miura, Katsuki stepped up and peered in through the grated bars to see a pair of yellow-orange eyes glaring back at him through a cloud of fluffy white backed into the corner of the metal cage. She looked as pretty as she did angry.

Name: Snowball

Gender: Female

Age: 3

Spayed: Yes

Notes: No health issues. Up to date on shots. Severe aggression. Possessive of food. NO fingers through cage!

Katsuki read the I.D. label before staring back at the fire-colored eyes in the shadow. She growled - a warning no doubt - and hissed, ears back and flat against her head before he turned back to Miura. “What’s her deal? Why do you think she’s so difficult? And why the hell did you name her Snowball of all things? Besides the obvious reason, anyway.”

Intentionally keeping his distance from the cage, Miura sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Well, we assume that she wasn’t always like this. From what we know, she was adopted as a kitten by a family and lived with them for at least the first year of her life. Unfortunately, they moved and left her behind… so, she essentially became a stray when she’d never been outside before. That kind of abandonment and sudden change would affect most pets. She went from having shelter, food, and care to fending for herself with other stray cats.”

Hearing just that small snippet made Katsuki’s nose wrinkle. What kind of assholes adopt a pet and then dump it like garbage without a care? “Tch, doesn’t sound like they cared much to me.”

He opened his mouth as if to agree, but maybe decided against it to continue professional appearances. “I, uh, can’t comment about what we don’t know for sure… but about eight months ago, someone called us about a colony of strays. We were able to capture most of them, Snowball included. She was in bad shape with fleas and had obviously been fighting with other cats, but it was a task to bring her here because she’s very smart and learned to avoid the cages. Fast forward a bit and we found out she was microchipped and contacted her previous owners, but they didn’t want her back claiming their kids got tired of her. It’s cruel, but still happens too often.”

Stupid parents playing stupid games with living things affected by their selfishness; he didn’t want to blame the kids, but if they wanted a damn pet that they’d eventually grow bored of then they should’ve gotten something that wouldn’t suffer like a fucking toy. “I’m guessing there’s more to it?”

“A bit, yes,” Miura said while glancing at the other cats in the stacked cages. “We’ve tried to adopt her out several times, but she was brought back within a couple of weeks because of aggression. People see her pretty fluffy white coat and striking eyes and imagine a majestic cat only to realize she’s more trouble than they want to deal with and comes with baggage. Someone even called her ‘villainous’ which might be over the top, but… we’ve kind of given up hope that she’d be adoptable. She’d either stay here forever, or will have to be put down if she ends up hurting someone badly.”

Immediately, Katsuki was transported back to the Sports Festival during his first year at U.A. where his over the top aggression was also labeled “villainous”; it was probably why the League of Villains wanted to kidnap him to try and bring over to their side in the first place. Aizawa publicly defended him and his stupid friends risked their lives and future careers to get him back.

Sometimes all you needed was someone to advocate for you.

“I’ll take her.”

Miura nearly balked at Katsuki's word, eyes flickering between him and the caged Snowball. "You… want to adopt her? After everything I just told you? Are you sure?"

With a sneer to nearly match Snowball's, he spat while glaring daggers at Miura, "I don't lie. I meant what I said. Sounds like if I don't adopt her, then no one will. So you can either keep her in this miserable cage forever, or give her to me. Your choice."

The logical part of his brain said this was an incredibly stupid decision considering he’d never owned a pet before, nor did he know where to even start when it came to taking care of difficult cats. Fuck, he’d owe Shinsou something good in return for needing his help with this mess.

Just to drive the point home, Katsuki turned and said, “I swear to you as a Pro Hero that I won’t give her back to the shelter, even if she’s a total bitch of a cat who never likes me much.”

Well, apparently Miura couldn’t really argue with that or dare go against him swearing his whole career on it. He sighed and nodded. “No choice but to accept that kind of deal from Dynamight. Even if she’s difficult, she really is a pretty cat. Photogenic, too. But anyway, follow me back up front and we can fill out the paperwork.”

Katsuki sat down with the clipboard while the older lady from earlier was showing some cats to a couple down the hallway. As he wrote, he wondered again if this was the right thing to do before deciding that the “fuck it” philosophy was better for his own happiness than living with regret. If saving equated to winning, then adopting this asshole cat deserved a damn trophy.

When the paperwork was out of the way, he asked Miura what else he needed to do. “Well, you’ll need to bring a carrier so you can take her with you. We’ll provide a few freebies like food, some toys, stuff like that, but the rest is up to you,” he answered after taking back the clipboard. “You can pay the adoption fee now or wait until you come back to get her; I uh, don’t think anyone else will be running to beat you to the punch.”

It all sounded simple enough. He’d get Shinsou to give him a list of basic shit he’d need to buy… the main problem would be getting Snowball - he was definitely changing her name - back to his apartment. He’d seen the occasional small dog on trains before, but never paid attention to the rules since they never applied to him. Time to say “fuck it” and figure it out later.

“Oh, and Dynamight? As a favor, could I get your autograph for my daughter…?” Katsuki’s eye twitched, but figured he could indulge the guy and his kid considering Miura put up with an hour of questions.

He hurried back through the snow towards the train station, but was interrupted when he heard someone yell a few blocks away. “Perfect opportunity to warm up,” he growled with a wide grin before ripping off his gloves with his teeth and blasting his way towards the noise.

Less than five minutes later, the burglars were incapacitated, demoralized, and lightly charred. He was right about getting warmed up at least; he used to have trouble utilizing his quirk during the winter months, but years of training paid off and the cold barely slowed him down at all now.

While he waited for the cops to show up and haul the singed villains away, Katsuki pulled out his phone to shoot off a quick text. He hadn't expected to make a decision, nonetheless pick out a damn cat and sign the paperwork that day, but whatever. In all honesty, he actually felt excited to introduce a new element into his life.

His eye twitched, but he didn't expect anything else from Shinsou. At least he was certain that whatever he bought would be worth it since the insomniac obviously cared about the wellbeing and health of not just his own cats, but those that belonged to others as well.

Hearing sirens, he glanced up to see a few cop cars skidding to a halt in front of the group of dazed villains. “Time to actually get to work,” he said to himself as he waved to the officers thanking him before retracing his steps back to the train station.

Once on patrol for real this time, Katsuki and Mar rounded the corner of a tall office building - the top of it obscured by snowy low-hanging clouds - as he considered how and when to pick up his new four-legged roommate.

"Hey, kid," he said as his gauntlets swung at his sides. "What would you say to running an errand for me next week?" Ordering whatever Shinsou told him to buy online was probably the easiest solution compared to running around to different stores to find it all.

"What kind of errand? It must be something embarrassing since you normally like doing everything yourself," they said with an air of skepticism. "I don't have to like, pick up smelly foot cream or something-"

"Wh- NO IT'S NOT FOOT CREAM YOU BRAT!" Several people walking nearby stopped to stare at Dynamight yelling about foot cream in the middle of the snowy sidewalk, but he never cared about making a scene. Mar was apparently comfortable enough to jog away while covering their mouth to keep from laughing. "Nevermind, I'll do it myself! Smart mouthed little shit…"

After that, Mar tried and failed to get him to crack about the "errand", but it was too damn late; they had their chance and blew it. It was probably for the best since Mar would no doubt tell Kirishima, who would blab to everyone else, that he was adopting a fluffy white cat with an attitude problem.

Katsuki checked his phone when their patrol was finished to find that Shinsou had sent him a list just like he said he would. The guy even gave links to specific things; how nice. He wondered what kind of favor Shinsou was inevitably going to ask for in return.

"C'mon, just tell me, Bakugo-senpai!" Mar hadn't let up with the nagging even after returning to the office at the end of the day.

"No, now stop asking," he ordered while tightening the scarf around his neck. "You were right: I should just do it myself."

Mar proved they were definitely still a teenager by sighing loudly and laying their head on their desk. "I hate being out of the loop. Whatever it is, I could totally do-" Hearing the elevator ding, Mar turned their head to see Bakugo stepping past the threshold before turning around, smirking, and flicking them off before the doors shut in front of him. "He's totally keeping a secret… and I'm gonna find out what." They had a reputation of knowing all of the juicy information that came in and out of the office, after all.

Katsuki stared at his laptop screen and frowned at the total all of the cat supplies added up to in his digital cart. While it wasn't an exorbitant amount of money - he'd spent more on fancy knives and whetstones - he was still a miserly bastard. Cat food, litter, toys, scratching posts, brushes… it all added up. Like any other big life change, the upfront cost always hits the wallet hardest.

“At least Snowball will- fuck, I gotta change that name.” Contrary to what everyone else believed, he was the obvious king of coming up with the best nicknames, Hero names, insulting jabs, all of it. It would be difficult to come up with a name befitting his new pet without knowing much about her personality other than being too much of a pain for anyone else to handle, but a couple immediately came to mind. "If you're my cat, then you're gonna have a badass name."

Over the next week, packages gradually began trickling in and appearing in front of his apartment door by the time he returned home from patrol. For whatever reason, the online store shipped things out in waves rather than all at once, but maybe he’d feel less overwhelmed this way considering he had to rearrange some things to make it all work. For example, the scratching post Shinsou sent him was ugly as sin, so he bought a different one that fit his minimalist aesthetic better; well, as decently as a 125cm tall sisal-wrapped post could blend in, anyway.

He converted his unused spare bedroom/office into what he figured any smart cat would like. Cat tree in front of the window, a litter box in the corner and far away from where he could easily smell it, a bin of toys similar to those he saw in the cat café, and a soft bed. He even kept some of the empty shipping boxes since he read that cats might ignore all this fancy shit and sleep in a box. It looked like a decent setup for a cat entering a completely new environment. As he looked around, he clicked his tongue and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m really doing this, huh?”

What would you think of all this? Not that it mattered much since you’d never know any of this or meet his new fluffy roommate… but some tiny part of him still gave a damn about the opinion of someone who was - and still is - important to him. You’d probably call him an impulsive idiot before giving in with a soft smile. As he walked back down the hallway, that mental image had him smiling, too.

If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve assumed these people were dealing with a deadly lion and not a housecat. “Aaaaaalright, now… just… hold still…”

Compared to figuring out how interior decorating worked with cat furniture, this seemed like the hardest part of this unfamiliar journey so far. Snowball was, true to what he’d been told, absolutely livid at the people trying to coax her out of her cage and into the dark gray carrier. She hissed and lashed out with her claws towards anyone who got a bit too close for comfort. “C’mon, I have shit to do and I know you don’t want to spend hours fighting a damn cat.”

“N-no, we don’t,” one of them said while looking down at the red, irritated scratches on their hand. “We normally have someone here with a quirk that helps calm down animals, but she got sick this week, so we’re kind of on our own… and Snowball does not want to cooperate.”

As much as Katsuki wanted to just grab her up and stuff her in the carrier, it probably wouldn't make a great second impression if he was going to try and placate her anger and distrust of people. It took three people fifteen minutes to finally get her into the carrier, all the while Katsuki wondered if he’d severely fucked up with adopting this particular cat on a whim motivated by instinct and the desire to prove that she wasn’t a lost cause.

When the drama was over, Miura finalized all of the paperwork and handed over her health records and a bag with some treats, a toy, and litter scoop for good measure. "Well, she's all yours. I can't really say I'm sad to see her go, but I am happy that you decided to give her a chance. Like I mentioned before, if she winds up back-"

"She won't." Katsuki cut the guy off with his gruff voice and a rigid look. "I don't go back on my word. I'm her problem now, not the other way around."

That got a laugh out of Miura before he wished Katsuki luck as he walked outside holding a crate full of pissed-off cat. While he could've taken the train, he figured that giving Snowball as few chances as possible to escape was probably the safest bet. Plus, all of the people crowded into it would annoy both of them. Taxi it was.

When one pulled up next to the curb and the back door opened, he maneuvered the crate into the far seat before climbing in after it. She hissed at being jostled around. "Oh, shut it," he mumbled before directing the driver back to his apartment building.

She was surprisingly quiet during the ride, choosing to scrunch as far back into the carrier as she could while glaring at Katsuki the entire time.

The plan was to keep her in the room with all of the shit he bought for the first few days before gradually opening up the rest of the apartment. Hell, it almost reminded him of winding up in your own home against his will, taken from familiarity and shoved into the alarmingly foreign. However, Snowball was getting a major home upgrade compared to a metal cage or roaming outside with ferals and strays while he had to sleep on a couch and wear the same pair of jeans for a month.

When the taxi pulled up to his building, Katsuki maneuvered himself and the carrier out of the car and hurried inside to get out of the cold weather.

"Welcome back Dynamight… oh? What's that?" Takahata greeted him from behind his desk like he always did before spying the carrier he was holding.

"My good samaritan duty for the next decade," he answered flatly while shaking snow flurries out of his hair and hurrying towards the elevator. "Also? You never saw me."

Taking the hint, Takahata nodded before returning to his warm tea and newspaper. Didn't picture him as a pet owner, but maybe it'll be good for him.

Snowball's restlessness at being in a cramped cage swelled while in the elevator as her shifting weight rocked it side to side. "Yeah, yeah. I wouldn't like being in a cage either, but deal with it for five more minutes."

After unlocking his door and disposing of his wet boots, he made his way down the hall and turned on the light in the unofficial Snowball room. With the carrier now sitting in the middle of the room, Katsuki left to grab his laptop and a protein bar before returning to the room and closing the door behind him.

His patrol wasn't for a few hours, so supervising this fluffy asshole to make sure she didn't wreck anything was probably a good idea. He'd been kidnapped, stabbed, sliced, bruised, broken, and everything in between. Figuring out cats sounded like a walk in the park by comparison.

"Alright," he said while kneeling down in front of the carrier just to hear her growl at him again. "Even though you're a cat, we actually have some shit in common. I know the people at the shelter said you're an asshole, but I'm an asshole, too. I'm… why the fuck am I talking to a cat." Running a hand down his face in embarrassment he was glad no one else witnessed, Katsuki unlocked the front door of the cage, sat against the wall with his computer, and waited.

It took about ten minutes before she set a single, tentative paw outside of the carrier. Her bright orange eyes remained trained on him like a hawk as she inched her way across the floor with her fluffy tail flicking in agitation and ears nearly flat against her head. From what he'd read, all that pointed to cautious and inflamed behavior.

He ignored her in favor of brainstorming for a name to replace Snowball, which was the exact wrong thing to do because she was, at that very moment, plotting his untimely demise.

A scratching noise made him look up only to see that she'd climbed to the top of the tall scratching post like a lion surveying its territory. She looked equal parts regal and like she was going to leap across the room to scratch his eyes out.

And then it hit him: the perfect name. A call back to his early beginnings as a reckless and violent teenager. If anyone thought it was dumb, they were so incredibly wrong.

"How's Princess Explosion Murder for a new name?"

All she did was glare, which was a good enough answer for him.

—----------------------

“How’s your brother?”

“Which one?”

With their busy and unpredictable schedules, it had been difficult to find time to meet up, but Katsuki and Todoroki managed to find about an hour of uninterrupted overlap in the back corner of a tiny noodle shop where they could meet and commiserate with familial frustration.

Katsuki glared while slurping his piping hot noodles. “The one that’s mentally stable - you know which one I mean,” he answered with mocking sarcasm.

Even in this frigid weather, Todoroki preferred his cold soba much to Katsuki’s distaste. “Ah. Touya’s doing as well as could be expected. He’s been locked up for almost eight years which isn’t ideal, but it’s better than the alternative.” It went without saying that the other option meant Touya’s miserable death for his villainous crimes. “He’s getting better every year, though. With what he went through, it’s just going to take time.”

Silence hung between them for a full minute before Todoroki changed the subject. “Are those scratches on your hand?"

His lips thinning, Katsuki brushed the other man off. "Tch, we get scuffed up all the time. It's nothin'."

Todoroki hummed before he continued his line of invasive questioning. "Do your parents know about what happened when you disappeared last year? Did you ever tell them the truth?”

That got Katsuki to snort, his nose wrinkling at such a laughable idea. “Not a chance. I could tell my old man, but he’d blab to the hag who would hound me for details that aren’t any of her damn business. Just last year, she bugged me about grandkids of all things; the last thing she needs to know about is how the only person I’ve had real feelings for is a fucking universe away. I can hear her now: Just my luck that my brat of a son is too difficult for anyone here to handle,” he imitated poorly with a sneer that probably made him look even more like his mother than he already did. Talking and joking about it made it all just a little easier to cope with.

When Todoroki said nothing, Katsuki analyzed the Hero sitting opposite him with his head tilted down over his bowl of cold soba. In all honesty, he’d been waiting for an opportunity to get either Todoroki or one of the other guys who knew the truth. Katsuki was as sure about some kind of secret being kept from him as he was confident in using his quirk; they knew something he didn’t, and if it involved him - which it probably did - then he was going to get to the bottom of it.

“You’re hiding something.” Blunt as always, Katsuki cut right to the chase to avoid wasting time neither of them had. Todoroki raised his eyes from his soba to stare unflinchingly across the table. Out of all his other friends, Todoroki always kept a level head on his shoulders even in uncomfortable situations.

“What do you mean?”

Leaning over the table, Katsuki nudged his half-empty bowl to the side. “I’m not dense and you know it. Even after I told you and the others what happened, you all still tip-toe around me as if you’re afraid to say something. So, what the hell is it?”

If he was surprised at Katsuki’s deductive reasoning and observation skills, he didn’t show it. But then again, Katsuki had always been confident in his ability to solve most problems and puzzles that stared him in the face. Brains, brawn, and a dazzling personality… well, two out of three wasn't bad.

Todoroki took another patient bite of noodles before answering in a cool, calm voice, "What if we are? If it was to your detriment, then we'd be bad friends. But if it's nothing harmful, then there's no reason for you to know right now."

"So you fucking admit to keeping secrets that specifically involved me." Todoroki was often just as forthright as Katsuki, but without the extra volume and disrespect. "Don't you think that I'm the best judge of what is or isn't important to me? And if it's so harmless, then why not get it over with and spit it out?"

Red eyes glared into cyan and gray, neither giving an inch, both determined to hold their ground. Katsuki felt entitled to anything they were planning or knew considering he eventually came clean about everything weighing him down nearly to the point of no return; couldn't the people he called "friends" give him the same courtesy?

Eventually, Todoroki slowly closed his eyes and lowered his chopsticks, shoulders sagging knowing that even if he kept his mouth shut today, Katsuki wouldn't let up until he gave a satisfactory answer. "Fine. I'll tell you. But know, this was supposed to be a surprise for you to cheer you up."

"You know I hate surprises," he retorted with a scoff and satisfactory smirk knowing his troublesome stubbornness won out before things got nasty.

"Midoriya, Kirishima and I talked after everything you told us that day. We wanted to do something to help you feel better, even though you seem to be doing alright for yourself now that it's been a while."

It better not involve another broken door, he considered silently before returning to his soba before it turned cold. It also made for the perfect distraction as his palms began to sweat with disquiet and impatience.

"You won't see the results of what we've planned for a while… but we hope it's worth it in the end." He lifted a hand to a passing waitress to get a refill on his water, Katsuki tapping his foot on the floor underneath their table. "We are planning a birthday party for you."

At first, Katsuki thought he heard wrong, eyes narrowing as he let out a, "Hah?!" You've gotta be kidding me. "Did you say birthday party? How fucking old are we? Why do you think I'd want a damn party?"

The waitress tried to ignore his raised voice while she refilled their glasses. "Thank you. And yes, I know it might seem out of place, but it seemed like a good idea. We've been contacting a few of our friends and old classmates as well, like Tokoyami, Cami, and Sato, who agreed to make a cake. You went through an order, and we thought it would be nice to do something for you. Of course, it was going to be a surprise, but I guess the cat's out of the pan now."

"It's out of the bag, dummy," Katsuki corrected as he tried to process the absolutely ridiculous story Todoroki just told him. He didn't even like parties! And it was his birthday, anyway, so he should be able to do whatever the hell he wanted… which meant barely acknowledging it at all like he did every year.

… But it was all for him though, right? These idiots wanted to give him something to celebrate instead of working through another birthday with little regard for celebrating. As much as he loved having all eyes on him and snatching attention away from others, sincere acts and words of validation just made him deflect like light shone on a mirror so he could remain in the shadow.

Scoffing, Katsuki's bottom lip poked out as he considered what to do. If he said he didn't want a damn party, then whatever work they had put into making an event he probably wouldn't hate would be wasted. On the other hand, if he let them continue with their plan, he had the sneaking suspicion that he would gain more than just cake and some cheesy cards.

Leaning back in his chair, Katsuki tilted his head as if trying to channel his teenage delinquent persona. "... You said Sato's gonna make a cake?" His lack of a sweet tooth was challenged by his old classmate's baking prowess and his homemade desserts were sorely missed by everyone when he moved up near Maebashi.

That got Todoroki to crack a small grin which Katsuki tried to ignore. "Yes. Though it's still several months out, with our unpredictable schedules and now with Uraraka and Midoriya expecting their first child, it will give us time to plan. We've all known each other for almost a decade, so at least have confidence that we will make it more than bearable."

"If you go through all this damn trouble and it ends up being lame, then you can only blame yourself." Getting a straight agreement out of Katsuki was never easy, but he didn't outright tell them to put a stop to this whole charade, either. After ruining that night out with Kaminari and the others, maybe one day dedicated to celebrating how far he'd come wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. It was just a stupid party after all, even if he did still feel like there was something he wasn’t being told. Only a matter of time until he found out.

"Just don't admit that I told you. Kirishima and Midoriya want to keep this a secret," he said as he brushed his bi-colored ponytail off his shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki drained the last of his water. "I'm not a blabbermouth like you three. With this much lead-up time, I'm expecting the fucking best; it's what I deserve."

Every word that Todoroki spoke was honest and true. All he did was leave out one very large detail: you.

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Welp, hope you enjoyed this extra fluffy chapter. I cut out some parts that I wanted to write, but i'm just tired of looking at this chapter and want to fucking post it already lkjadlfjsa

like i said, i'm gonna TRY to get ch 45 out on 4/20. it shouldn't be a long one, but it's an important one… one yall have no doubt been waiting for 🤩 if it's late, i appreciate your patience and understanding <3333

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