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janeyseymour · 2 months

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Fix This Mess Before You Lose Me

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summary: your harbored feelings for a certain redhead make themselves known. she flat out rejects you, but she realizes how egregiously she's screwed up once you start distancing yourself from her. she has to fix this mess.

WC: ~3.95k

You’ve been working at Willard R. Abbott Elementary for the last… three years. And genuinely, you love teaching here.

The kids are… well, they’re kids. They have their moments of being little shits, as all kids are from time to time, but they have a rich appreciation for what you teachers provide, and they understand just how hard you all work to keep them afloat. You go above and beyond to make sure that they are well cared for both inside and outside of the school, and that does not get past them. You’ve had kids tell you that you are their hero, that you’re like a second parent to them, that they hope to be like you when you grow up. You know you made the right choice teaching in an underfunded district and area because you are genuinely making the biggest difference in some of these kiddos’ lives- and that is all you could’ve ever hoped for.

But aside from the kids, you absolutely adore your colleagues. Ava, although she’s always up to some sort of shenanigans that you have to help get her out of, truly does what she thinks is best for these kids- even if it’s not necessarily something you would take out of the principal handbook. Mr. Johnson, one of history’s biggest enigmas as far as you and most of your coworkers are concerned, is a giant part of Abbott’s history and culture. Jacob Hill, the dorky middle grades teacher who has somehow made his way into the elementary group, is always the first to offer you something when you aren’t feeling well- as long as it’s natural and herbal. Gregory Eddie, although perhaps the most quiet of the group, has a kind soul and shows you that he cares for you rather than speaking it. Janine Teagues, the upbeat second grade teacher who practically bounces everywhere she goes, is always so excited to see you and makes you feel seen and heard. Barbara Howard, perhaps the classiest lady that you have ever met, is always there to pick you up when you need it. And Melissa Schemmenti? While she loves to give off that she is a hard ass, mob-like woman, she has a heart of gold underneath all of the leather and eyeliner. She made you prove yourself upon signing your contract with the district, but once she deemed you worthy, you were stuck to her like glue. She makes sure you are well fed (providing you with a homemade Schemmenti meal almost every day), she is always asking if you need any copies made (under the guise of getting Ashley out of her room), there’s always a fresh cup of coffee for you when you need it (she’ll always claim that she needed it too, just a coincidence), and you genuinely think that if it came to it she would take a bullet for you.

If you’re being really honest with yourself, you find yourself attracted to the second grade teacher that you share a wall with. Sure, she’s hot as hell- you can’t deny that- but what you’re really attracted to is her personality. You love when you both have your doors open and you can hear her praising her students. You love when you both come out and simply stand next to each other, both with steaming hot mugs of coffee in your hands, to greet your children in the morning. You swoon when she leans against your doorframe and knocks with her signature knock to get your attention during prep periods. It’s the way that she always seems to know when you need a break, because she can hear the tension in your voice when one of your kids is testing you, and she comes over to ‘ask for a cup of coffee’ and tells you that she’ll stand in between both doorframes if you wouldn’t mind running down and getting it for her. You love the way that she is fiercely protective over those who are in her circle, and you are included in that.

So yeah, it’s safe to say that the feelings that you harbor for the fiery redheaded second grade teacher are quite strong. And for the most part, she seems to reciprocate them. The relationship that the two of you have isn’t at all like her and Barbara, who are like two peas in a pod and are as Ava puts it, “heterosexual work wives for life”. It isn’t the like her relationship with Janine in the way that she is like the chaotic wine aunt with Barbara being Janine’s mother. She’s much like Jacob’s aunt too. And it isn’t like her relationship with Gregory, which you don’t see much of but you know is a strong one. It’s more… domestic, soft, loving.

And it’s gotten to a point that you see her outside of school now too- she enjoys going shopping with you- something that she apparently only used to do with Barbara. You and the redhead lesson plan together at local coffee shops because you’re on the same team, but those coffee shop dates never have Janine involved despite the fact that she’s also on your team. She loves making dinner with you while the two of you split a bottle of wine.

And that’s exactly where you’re at now: on her front step, clad in a pair of joggers and a frumpy jean jacket with a bottle of champagne in your hand to celebrate the fact that you were both able to complete your report cards for the marking period in time. There are butterflies in your stomach as she opens the door, and you can’t help but smile as she wears an outfit that is similar to yours.

“Hey, hun,” she smiles at you as she nods her head. Her eyes go up and down at your figure. “C’mon in. I have the stroganoff started, so all you have to do is sit your pretty little self down while I make you a fantastic meal.”

You playfully roll your eyes at her comment but follow her inside. She sets the champagne flutes next to you as you expertly pop it and pour the glasses. You raise yours up, as does she.

“To a weekend of no grading and worrying about getting report cards in,” you sigh happily.

“To us,” is all she says, but it makes your heart absolutely melt.

She finishes up dinner while the two of you chat about your days and the absolutely ridiculous things that your kids said and did today.

(“Dylan said, ‘Oh, what the fuck?’ when he was trying to read his book and sounding out the word wasn’t helping,” you snort.

“You think that’s bad?” Melissa turns to you. “Kenneth decided he needed a haircut as we were packing up. It’s a miracle I got home in time to make dinner.”)

It’s plated before you know it, and the meal in front of you smells absolutely delicious. Once you’ve both cleared your plates, you find yourself on the couch again- the one that you got her to finally take the ridiculously uncomfortable plastic cover off of- as she feeds you cannolis.

It’s so warm and soft… and with the bit of liquid courage that you have from the champagne, you lean in and kiss her.

But when you expect her to kiss back, she doesn’t. You pull away, and she’s frozen, eyes wide with shock.

“Y/N?”

“I-” you blush. “I thought that- I- I have feelings for you, and I thought that with everything that we’ve been doing, you had feelings for me, and I- I’m sorry. I guess I misinterpreted.”

“Uh, yeah,” she states rather bluntly. “You did.”

You sigh and stand. “I’ll see myself out.”

“No, hun, you don’t have-”

“No, I know when my presence isn’t wanted or when I need to head out, and now is one of those moments,” you state as you grab your things and practically run for the door. You close it and are in your car before she can do anything. She’s about to reach for the door knob when she sees you peel out of her driveway.

You don’t know how you make it home. It’s pouring buckets outside, and the tears that started to fall once you pulled out of your coworker’s driveway only continue to flow. You curl up in bed after mixing yourself a rather strong drink, and you cry. You mourn the loss of a wonderful friendship and a rejection from possibly the most beautiful person on the planet.

You spend the weekend in bed, ignoring any and all communication from the outside world- including the text from Melissa apologizing for her reaction, and she hopes nothing changes between the two of you.

Come Monday, you entirely pull back, changing your morning routines as much as you hate to do that. You do not want to have to see the second grade teacher who practically laughed in your face when you told her you had feelings for her. You show up to work as early as possible, throw your lunch in the refrigerator and head out as soon as you can to just narrowly avoid the redhead. You forgo hanging out in the staff lounge to catch up on some work that you would usually do in the comfort of Melissa’s home while she makes you dinner. You keep your door closed and your lights off while you prepare for the students, and when it’s time for them to start trickling in is when you finally open your door. You usually stand outside your door to greet your kids, but doing that means you would see the woman that you are actively avoiding- so you stay inside. You don’t dare to head out of your classroom until you see her class pass you for special, and then when you make your way back to your classroom, you close and lock the door. During your lunch period, you absolutely book it in and out of the room, acting as though you’re on the phone to avoid any sort of confrontation from the other teachers. And you’re out of the building at the end of the day before anyone can find you or say anything.

“Have you seen Y/N?” Barbara asks her best friend.

“No,” the redhead shrugs. “She’s been pretty out of sight today.” She isn’t willing to admit just yet that she’s the reason you are avoiding everyone. She isn’t ready for the speech that Barbara will no doubt give her about how she should’ve been more sensitive towards you and your feelings- she’s well aware that she didn’t handle the situation properly. She also knows that sometimes you need a day when your feelings are too big for your body to handle. So she doesn’t seek you out.

She half-expects you to show up at dinner that night, and she does end up making extra in case you do show. You don’t. For the first time on a Monday in a long time, she ends up eating dinner alone. And it’s… not a pleasant feeling. She finds that she misses being able to decompress with you like she usually does. She really misses it.

Melissa has a half a mind to text you, but you hadn’t answered her text over the weekend. She doubts you’ll answer this one.

Still, she sends, Missed having you over for dinner tonight.

You see that text and wonder why she’s taunting you. She rejected you, especially the way that she did, and she still expected you over for dinner? You knew she was crazy, but not that crazy.

That week passes, and you do everything in your power to avoid her and her friends. It just hurts too much.

Finally, the following week, Janine seeks you out while you’re putting your lunch away- or rather, she stumbles upon you. She has her hands filled, but that doesn’t stop her from smiling in your direction.

“Hey, Y/N!” the second grade teacher that didn’t reject you grins. “Where have you been lately?”

You shrug. “Just have a lot of stuff going on at the moment.”

“Well, when it starts to dwindle down, you should really start hanging out with us again! We miss you and all the spunk you bring to the group.”

You have to laugh at that. You don’t know what spunk she’s talking about. You hardly say anything when you’re with them because you can’t get a word in between her and Jacob. You mostly just take it all in, and occasionally you add a snarky comment, getting head nods of approvals or full out belly laughs from the two veteran teachers that you used to love spending time with.

“Yeah,” you hum noncommittally. You know you won’t ever be a part of that group again. “Well, I gotta go get some work done.”

Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday pass as the prior week had for you. But on Wednesday, as you’re leaving, Barbara corners you.

“Sweetheart, where on Earth have you been?”

“Busy,” you tell her quietly as you continue to gather your various bags.

She raises a brow. “Doing?”

“Schoolwoork really started piling up on me,” you say softly. “And I’ve been applying to graduate schools… and other jobs.”

“Other jobs?” she asks you, clearly shocked. “I thought you loved it here.”

“I do,” you mumble. “But I don’t know how much longer I can work here.”

“And why would that be?”

You purse your lips, but you don’t respond. You just simply give her a shrug of your shoulders as you avoid eye contact.

“Y/N, can I tell you what I’ve been observing?” at your nod, she continues. “Something happened last weekend… between you and Melissa, I’m assuming?”

You nod slowly.

“So you’ve been avoiding all of us,” the kindergarten teacher states. “Because you believe that we are Melissa’s friends and not yours. You assume that leaving her alone and distancing yourself from her will be better than continuing on as you have.”

Again, you nod.

“But what I’ve observed from my work wife is that she’s angry. She’s upset that you’re avoiding her. She misses you.”

“Maybe she shouldn’t have laughed in my face when I told her I had feelings for her,” you mutter, not thinking the veteran teacher heard you. You clear your throat before speaking more clearly. “I’m sorry- I’ve just been busy. I haven’t been avoiding her.”

“You have, and we both know it,” Barbara clicks her tongue. “She and I spoke about what happened at lunch today, and-”

“She told the group?”

“She only told me when I cornered her to ask her why you haven’t been around and why she’s been pitching a damn fit at Janine lately.”

“What do you mean she’s pitching a fit at Janine?” you furrow a brow.

Barbara smirks and crosses her arms over her chest. “It means that Janine mentioned talking to you the other day, and Melissa is jealous she caught you before she could.”

“She can get over it,” you sigh. “I have to go, Barb. Have a nice night.” You brush past her as she flounders for her words, and then she’s heading into Melissa’s room.

“Why did you reject her?” Barbara asks softly.

Melissa shrugs. “I- I’m me… I’m a none-your-business year old woman, and she’s so young. She’s gorgeous- and I know I tell everyone I’m a Philly eleven, but you and I both know that’s me hiding my insecurities about my looks and body. I just… if I thought if I gave into my feelings for her and then she left, I would be a wreck- it’s just not worth the risk.”

“Tell me something,” the kindergarten teacher asks. “Do you really think she would leave you? That girl practically worships the ground that you walk on and follows you around with puppy dog eyes.”

“I don’t know,” the redhead sighs quietly. “I just… don’t have much to offer. She has the rest of her life ahead of her to settle down, get married, have kids if she wants. I can only offer her two of those things.”

“I know for a fact Y/N isn’t deadset on getting married or having kids, and I know she would want to settle down with you,” Barbara tuts. “I think she’s worth the risk for you, Melissa. And if you don’t come to a conclusion quick, you may lose her anyway and be a wreck anyway.”

“I don’t know,” the second grade teacher mumbles. “All I’ll tell you is if you don’t act quick, she’s going to transfer, and you’ll lose her forever.” And then Barb turns on her heel and exits the classroom. “Think about it!” she calls over her shoulder.

Of course, those words throw Melissa for a loop. The redhead doesn’t want to lose you forever. She grabs her bags and books it to her car. She knows what she has to do. She stops at the wine store and picks up your favorite bottle before heading to the grocery store and picking up a beautiful bouquet of flowers. She’s pulling up to your townhouse before she knows it. With shaking hands, she grabs the flowers and wine and knocks on your front door.

You open it, not quite sure who to expect- it might be Barbara, it could even just be the mailman. But no. It’s Melissa.

You sniffle quietly, refusing to make eye contact with her. “You come to laugh in my face some more?”

“No,” she says softly as she holds out the flowers and wine for you. “I came to apologize and grovel, and beg you to stop avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you,” you sigh as you lean against the door, folding your arms over you chest- you won’t take the bouquet and bottle. “I’m just… slowly fading myself out of the school.”

“Please don’t do that,” she whispers, and you swear you hear the low voice crack just slightly. “Please. You’re the best we have at Abbott.”

“I can go be the best at another local school,” you breathe. “I love the kids, but I know I’ll love the kids anywhere I go, and I won’t feel terrible with my coworkers like I do right now.”

“Y/N,” Melissa pleads. “Please.”

“What?” you bite back, and you can’t help but feel a little bad at the way she flinches at your sharp voice. “Why would I stay and feel the awful rejection everyday? Please explain to me why I would stay and grovel when I could go somewhere else where I won’t feel like an absolute idiot for falling for-”

She cuts you off, throwing the bottle of wine and the bouquet of flowers on your couch by the front door, before grabbing you and kissing you deeply.

You push her away. “Don’t. You already rejected me, and I made my peace with it. Don’t do this because you want me to stay at Abbott.”

“Y/N, hun,” Melissa starts, but you cut her off.

“I’m sorry, but you don’t get to call me hun anymore,” you state.

She nods dejectedly. “Y/N, I’m not doing this because I just want you to stay at Abbott… I mean, I do want you to stay at Abbott, but that’s not why I’m here.”

“Then why are you?”

“Because… I was an idiot to reject you the other night, and I was rude the way I did it. The truth is…” she scratches the back of her head as she tries to think of how she’s going to confess her feelings to you. “The truth is: I have feelings for you too. I always have. But I buried them so far down because I thought that you would never reciprocate those feelings-”

“So when I kissed you and told you that I had feelings for you, that wasn’t clear enough?” you raise a brow.

“-I thought that you would never reciprocate those feelings,” she repeats. “I also thought that if we ever did decide to date, because of my track record with relationships, it would end in flames. And I would never want anything with you to end up in flames.”

“I’d say this past week did,” you retort.

“Will you stop with the snarky comments and just let me try to explain myself?!” the redhead snaps a little.

You roll your eyes but gesture for her to continue.

“I would be destroyed if whatever we have between us was ruined,” she says softly. “And… if I’m being honest, I was hesitant because of my own self-doubt. I- I haven’t had great relationships in the past- ended up in divorce and a failed proposal. I know I say that I’m a Philly Eleven, but I’m masking the insecurities I have over my looks when I know that you are the true Philly Eleven at Abbott. I- I don’t have much to offer. I don’t go out and party, I don’t want to get married, I’m past the age of having kids of my own… but you? You’re a gorgeous woman with a good head on your shoulders and your whole life ahead of you. All I can offer is some damn good food and wine, and maybe a trivia night here or there if I’m not exhausted and overstimulated from my kids.”

“So you came here to tell me why you could never date me?” you ask.

“I came here to swallow my pride and tell you that even with all of my hesitations and doubts, I’m willing to take the risk and jump… for you,” she bites her lip and looks to you nervously. “If you’re still willing to have me.”

“I-” you unfold your arms and open them. She’s embracing you immediately, and you cling to her as though she’s all that’s holding you to this earth. When you pull back though, you’re frowning.

“So… I guess this is where I accept that after I rejected you, you reject-”

You roll your eyes and press your lips to hers gently. When you pull away, you tell her what you’ve been up to for the past week and a half. “I did apply to other schools in the area… I have an interview tomorrow after work.”

“Cancel it. Stay at Abbott where you belong. Stay with me,” she says quickly. “Please.”

You nod. “Well, come in,” you tell her. “If I’m going to be cancelling this interview, I’m gonna need a nice Schemmenti meal and some wine to get up the courage to email them a ‘regretful’ apology that I’ve decided that I’m right where I belong.”

Come the next day, Melissa drives the two of you into work. You resume what you missed so much the last week- your usual morning routine. You make the coffee while she puts your lunches away, and then she fixes the coffee as you turn on the television to watch the morning news. When everyone else trickles in, they’re delighted to be graced with your presence again.

“All caught up on your work?” Janine grins as she takes a seat on one of the couches.

You smile back at her from your place next to Melissa. “Yeah, something like that.”

Only Barbara knows the real reason that you’re back to hanging out with your school crew- and she can’t wait to hear about all of the juicy gossip after school today when her and Melissa go shopping in the clearance section of the mall. She smiles to herself as she sips her coffee and gives her work wife a head nod in approval of her decisions.

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lonelystarrs · 1 year

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He’d Never Admit it -Prt 2

Gojo had a funny way of dealing with feelings, unfortunately it might be a little too late for the sorcerer when he finally realises what they are.

♡ part one ♡ part two ♡

Gojo Satoru x FemReader (Senior High School)

Word count: 5.5k (oops)

Warnings: BullyGojo . Gojo bring a dense menace . Crack . Smut . 18+ MDNI. Dirty Talk . Angst . Cliffhanger. No comfort (this chapter) . Jealous Gojo .

Seven days had passed since the incident on making a mess on dipshits desk, a nickname that Gojo had given the guy who was talking to you more and more as the days went.

It was annoying him, spurring him into feeling agitated -an emotion that was foreign to the six eyes.

He watched as your attention towards dipshit had started to focus more, you were smiling and chatting with him so easily.

So for the last five days Gojo took a slightly new approach to getting your attention.

He was going to cause the problem and then fix it, show you he was charming n’all that stuff that get girls attention, y’know the hero vibe!

Genius right?

Pftttt…

You were currently on path to walking past the strongest sorcerer as he stood acting like he was listening to the girl talking to him in the hallway. When you past he stuck his foot out making sure to catch yours, your books against your chest splayed out across the floor as your hands went to stop your face from hitting the ground.

But Gojo caught you, he never caught you, blinking at the hard floor his hand was gripping your shirt from the back, bunching the material in his hands as he grinned down at you like a Cheshire Cat.

“You’re so clumsy~ can’t have that pretty face all smashed in can we~!” he sang, thinking his smooth little plan had gone his way.

It really seemed it had. Until you squealed.

The buttons popped from your shirt, breasts straining against the material from Gojo gripping it at the back, your whole weight put into the flimsy material. Your arms flew to cover your chest as your tits practically burst from it, buttons popping as they echoed from their bounce down the halls.

Your knees tucked under you and your glared over your shoulder at Gojo, his smirk had dropped clean from his face.

Well, that didn’t go to plan.

“I didn’t-“ Gojo tried, his face not even hinting any amusement as he stared down at you.

“You’re such an asshole!!!!”

“It’s not my fault! Y’ storing cursed energy in those tiddies or something? You lost five buttons! They’re not even massive!”

He instantly regretted the words that left his mouth, he knew he was blabbering nervously but it came out a lot witter than he actually felt. But he couldn’t let anyone else see he was getting jittering could he?

Humour is his defence and deflection tactic after all.

The blush formed across your face as you tried your best to ignore the students who had stopped to watch the scene unfold.

Gojo blinked, eyes drifting to your breast squashed up and exposed from the torn shirt, your arms doing their best to cover you up.

They do be looking good like that though. He thought.

Ah man, he was getting hard again, seriously why did you always affect him like this? You looked so flustered… one of the cupboards wasn’t far from here maybe he could drag yo-

“Look at them tits! Wonder how big they are!”

“Man, a perfect handful maybe a little more!”

Your head snapped around to the boys gossiping who instantly shut up.

“Yeah? How big are your dicks huh? A thumbs length at most, maybe a little more.” You spat sarcastically.

“8.5 inches, 9 on a good day.” Satoru announced whilst he shrugged before bending closer to you and lifting you to him slightly, like you weighed nothing.

“-and it’s always a good day with you.” He whispered the last part winking at you.

“NO ONE ASKED YOU GOJO!” You seethed.

The boys sputtered, girls giggling in the background at them as the attention was briefly taken from you.

Which soon returned when a jacket was thrown over you and Gojo’s hand.

Ah, we meet again, sir dipshit. Gojo thought as his eyes narrowed on a blazer being placed over you.

“C’mon, you have your blazer in your locker right?” Dipshit suggested, smiling at you with some Prince Charming fucking look.

You nodded and stood with his help.

“Nice one, Romeo.” Dipshit mumbled whilst looking over his shoulder at Satoru.

That was day one of Gojo being left stood dumbfounded as to why his tactic didn’t work.

0 to Gojo and 1 to dipshit.

Day two came and he bought you a box of your favourite Mochi as an apology .. without having to actually verbally say sorry.

But Satoru ate the whole box on the walk here.

Gojo frowned as he looked down at the box, seeing one left sitting innocently as if to mock him.

You said to yourself she won’t notice if you have just one and here I am.

0 to Gojo 1 to his sweet tooth and lack of self restraint.

The third day went better, as some one opened their locker a little too harshly and Gojo had got there in time to stop it slamming into the side of your head. His hand flat pressed against the locker door and he grinned at you, you rolled your eyes and shut your own, turning away from him. He looked over his shoulder and glared at the boy who laughed nervously.

“Watch it will you?”

Gojo’s mood changed as he pouted looking at you disappearing into the hall way, his long legs caught up with you quickly and he grabbed your shoulder…

“Hey! I just saved that pretty face again, you’re not gonn-“

He didn’t realise you were drinking some water, tugging your shoulder back had caused the bottle to leave your lips whilst still tilted, pouring it down your shirt which instantly became see through.

Gojo eyed the bottle of water -was it bubbling? It looked like it was boiling in your hand. Blue eyes turning to you answered his assumption.

“Heh, you’re mad at me.”

Your eye twitched, but his eyes kept flickering down to that pretty lacy bra you were wearing under your white shirt, which was now sticking to you like second skin on your chest.

“Fuming.”

Gojo took a step backwards and held his hands up innocently. The bottle soon colliding with his head knocking his glasses half off his face.

“Take your jacket off Satoru!”

Your hands started gripping said item, causing him to laugh at you fumbling with his clothing. He kept his hands up in a surrender but it didn’t stop his cockiness.

“You’re not usually this keen to get my clothes off~! Heh look at you go!”

He was happy to see you walking away with his blazer around you, absolutely swallowing you cause y’know, he’s a big boy and he grinned smugly.

1 for Gojo.

Later that day you’d found him after your last class, handing back his blazer that he couldn’t help notice smelled so much like you now, mixed with his own scent.

Fuck it was a good combination.

“Here,”

“Hmm, I think you owe me for borrowing it all day. I’ve been all cold without it!” Satoru chimed giving you a smirk, eyes looking at you over the rim of his glasses so you could see his mischievous intention.

“You’re kidding right? It was your fault in the first place!”

“Nah I done nothing wrong!”

He didn’t take him much to back you into a nearby cupboard, hiking your skirt up to your waist and pushing your panties to the side. Your hands gripped against the cupboard shelves as he pulled your hips back into him, his breath fanning across your neck as he placed little bites along the skin.

Pressing the tip of his dick between your slick folds and rocking his hips, a long airy moan left him, your hips twitching back as his head caught your clit.

“Watch it then,” Satoru pushed your head forwards, forcing you to watch as his dick slid between your thighs, rubbing along your clit in the process. The head glistening with slick as it pushed through your folds, using them and your thighs as a flesh light. Gojo leaned forward to bury his face in your neck, his hand in your hair still keeping your head down to watch as he thrusted.

“Shit this feels s’good - Hah -I ain’t even done anything and y’so wet already, bet I could slip right in huh?”

“Nah-“ you huffed, arching your hips back before bringing them back as you started to rut against him yourself, Gojo stopped moving and watched as you rolled your pussy against him, tightening your thighs. “-you’ll have to try a little harder.”

Gojo chuckled behind you before pulling back, with the wet slap of his cock hitting his stomach before he spun you around, hands gripping the back of your thighs he lifted you up to wrap them around him. One of your hands gripped the shelf behind your shoulder, the other gripped the hair at the back of his head. Pink dusted both your cheeks as the closet started to get stuffy.

Gojo looked down to the slight gap between you, cock rested against his abdomen, he flexed it watching the trail of slick and pre cum link from his bellend to his stomach.

“Reckon? It’s dripping from just rubbing ya.”

You groaned and pulled his head back roughly, he winced but let out an airy moan.

You rose an eyebrow before a smirk spread on your face. You tugged his hair again, even harder and watched as his dick flexed, his hands tighten on your thighs and a moan caught on his throat.

Oh, the cocky bastard liked it!

“You’re pathetic Satoru, you really have no idea do you? Hurry up and fuck me then before a change my mind.”

You lifted and rolled your hips forward, your hole catching at his head, it only took him one thrust to slid in. A moan leaving you both as you clenched squeezing him. his cock flexing again in you as he felt you adjust around him.

“Shit -how are you always so fucking tight?”

He shifted you, lifting you a bit higher than him and wrapping his arms around your waist. He went to press his face into your neck but you pulled his head back again by his hair to take in his expression. Blue eyes glazed over, light pink across his cheeks and his mouth slightly open.

“You look so fucked out already Sato’”

He didn’t say anything, his eyes drinking you in.

“Open your mouth,”

And he did, your hand pulling his hair back again as you let spit gather on the end of your tongue, Gojo watched as you slowly let it dribble onto his own. Cock flexing again he moaned, closing his mouth he swallowed without even being told.

Because this was his way of being sorry, ‘cause he fucking loved it when you took control of him like a dog.

But he’d never admit that.

“Guess I can be a lil rough,” he mumbled before twisting his hair from your grip and burying his face into your neck, arms wrapping even tighter as he started to fucking rut into you. His heavy moans and sighs fogging against your neck, vibrating down your skin and making you clench around him

“S-slow down Gojo-“

“Nah, I’m way too fucking fired up now.”

Day four however took a turn of events, he hasn’t actually seen you today which was unusual.

However when he did see you it only spurred something ugly in his chest.

Anger wasn’t an emotion that Gojo felt often, if at all. He was far too care free and lacked any real connection to most things, he didn’t care deeply enough for things to get him angry.

Or so he thought.

Seeing you at that coffee shop with that fucking guy?

That did it.

Yeah that guy! The Dipshit.

Gojo didn’t get it, did you not understand the message he was giving you when he made you cum all over the guys desk? The guy who was asking you about your dating choices?

The message was clear, so he thought anyway.

You’re mine.

But he’d never admit that, right?

You actually ended up going out with him even after Gojo made a sloppy mess between your legs and had the name Satoru falling from those pretty plump lips of yours as you cum over his tongue again and again. He didn’t even relieve himself with you that day on the desk- that’s how selfless he was being that day! Yet you were actually went on a damn date with him! Even after he fucked you dumb yesterday in the closet!

And you were happy.

You were laughing, smiling and fucking flirting with him.

You didn’t smile at him no matter his goofy behaviour -you never laughed at Satoru Gojo.

That really bugged him. He was always goofy and silly!

And he knew your body inside and out -he always made you feel better after he upset you. That guy didn’t, as far as Gojo knew anyway.

Shit, wait, what if you cum for that guy like you did the six eyes? Was he better than him? No freakin’ way! Is that why you were happy and smiling with that guy? Shit, shit, shit.

“Satoru, you good?”

“Huh? Yeah m’fine,” he waved Suguru off side glancing at you again from his booth at the cafe.

“Really? You look like you’ve just been dumped.”

“What? I’ve never been dumped, no one’s dumped me!”

The all too fast reply was humorous, it didn’t match his trying to look cool facade -in fact he broke it altogether.

Geto rose an eyebrow, a smirk twitching at his lips, his eyes had seen his best friend staring at you with another guy and he seen those blue eyes of Gojo’s stealing another side glance like he was worried to miss something.

Suguru chose his words specifically when he said the dump word.

Plus that defensive sputtering of a reply that was so out of character from his usual cocky, flippant friend?

Oh no, this was hilarious ! Satoru was actually hung up -he was upset. Over a girl.

“I didn’t say you had, said you looked like it,”

“Tch, whatever. There’s not even an expression for that kinda crap, you’re talking shit Suguru.”

Geto’s eyes widened slightly, pink dusting across Gojo’s cheeks, his body and emotions totally betraying the look Gojo was trying to give -flippant and unbothered.

“Man, look at you!” Geto laughed, leaning forward on the table to point at Satoru’s cheeks “-the blush brings out the blue in your eyes~”

Gojo slapped his hands away and glared over the rim of his glasses. Leaning back into the boot he swung an arm over the spine of it, man spreading and shifting his pose to deflect his feelings as if trying once again to convince his emotions into what his body language was showing, however they still weren’t meeting to agree.

“So you’re not into her?”

Gojo snorted and rose an eyebrow at Suguru,

“Her? As if,” Gojo waved his hand dismissively “-not my type.”

Suguru nodded, crossing his arms and leaning back into the booth seat, turning his head up to the ceiling as if he was in thought.

“Yeah, gotta be honest you’d be punching with her Satoru. Guess you’re not into wife material,”

Suguru was playing the game and it was working.

Gojo frowned as he looked away eyes unfocused as he stared aimlessly into the cafe.

“Aren’t you dating Gojo?”

“-who said that?” You practically spat, you were flustered but it came out more aggressive than you wanted, seeing as you cleared your throat and asked again in a nicer manner, still looking at the guy like he has grown three heads.

“Uh I mean the whole school is whispering about it, you not seen that little fan club of his death glaring at you?”

“What idiot would date Satoru?” Your nose wrinkled as if he disgusted you, as if the thought of actually being with him was so unimpressive that you couldn’t imagine someone that would go for him. HIM, GOJO SATORU UNIMPRESSIVE! The audacity!

“So, you’d be up for me taking you out for a coffee? It’s the least I can do y’know.”

The conversation ran clear, even as he ate your pussy an hour after they were spoken it still rang at the back of his head. That insecurity of his that he buried being triggered.

You’re not good enough, everyone thinks you’re annoying and only see you for your potential -only see you as the six eyes.

The whole conversation you had and he heard, your reaction to dating him was actually hurtful -why did he disgust you? Sure he teased you a lot, but he always made you feel better! It was part of the game right? He teased you, you get angry and you both make up.

He was good looking -incredibly so if you asked him and most people. He always smelled good -he bought really expensive cologne. He was hygienic, his clothes were always clean and stylish. He had money. He was the strongest sorcerers around even at 18. He was the pride of his family.

So why did he disgust you? Why did you act like he wasn’t good enough?

Tch.

So you wanted to act all high and mighty huh? Like he wasn’t good enough for you.

Well, Satoru would settle the score -he’d stop the rumours and clear things up no problem!

Let day five commence.

“Oi,”

Your shoulders hunched as you heard that dreaded voice appear in class, it was Friday and clock out was fast approaching, in fact this was the last lesson of the day before a few weeks holiday. You were sat at your desk grabbing your book for the study session.

A hand slammed down on your desk as he half bent over, reluctantly you looked up and your face fell. His shit eating grin was smug, eyes glistening over the rim of his glasses as they reflected from the sun bouncing on them through the window.

“You left these at my place-“

Hanging from Gojo’s index finger were the panties he’d ripped off from you last week, looking innocent as they swayed so silently from his digit as he lifted them to gain focus on it -no he lifted them so the whole class could see them.

The gasps from the room flooded your ears, your eyes darting to see everyone in the class was looking at you both.

“Satoru that’s too fa-“

Oh? The fact Suguru was finally saying something was perhaps enough to kick your brain into drive that this was actually happening.

“Ah, they didn’t fit you Satoru? What a shame,” even though you were trying to deflect him the heat was rising to your face, feeling up your neck like bugs under you skin.

Like Gojo fucking Satoru under your skin.

Gojo snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Wrong pair those looked great on me. These I ripped off you remember? Hence the condition, thought you’d want’em back for your new dipshit boyfriend.”

In a fluid movement he bunched the panties in his hand and pointed that thumb over to someone behind him. Your eyes followed and landed on the guy you’d been to coffee with, your eyes then followed to where he was sat and it clicked.

That desk..

“He’s not my boyfriend, you’re the dipshit!”

“Yeah yeah, s’what you said ‘bout not dating me yet you’re leaving this at my place hmm?”

He grinned at you, if you were less upset you’d maybe see that his eyes weren’t entirely amused like they usually danced with when he teased you. You’d see he was hurt, he was annoyed there was a slight hardness to them.

But he’d never admit that.

Your hand covered your mouth and cheeks in an attempted to cover your face going beet red, eyes filling with tears as the shear embarrassment hit you like a train. There were so many eyes on you and you felt corned. Your heart sank to your stomach, drowning in the acid that sat there, eating away at you so viciously you felt nauseous.

You stood from your seat, clumsily grabbing your bag and books, looking at Gojo with enough pain on your face to make his own expression fall.

The glistening of feral amusement from his eyes dulled as he set his gaze on what he could only guess was his first look at heart break. -his first look at really hurting you.

No, this wasn’t right, it wasn’t supposed to make him feel like this.

Your hand lowered slightly to release words that made him freeze.

“I hate you Satoru,”

It was eerie how quietly and calmly you spoke, yet it was just so fucking sad how your gentle voice cracked. There was no insult, no temper -nothing.

No, this was different to your usual anger, this wasn’t how it usually goes. You started off like you always did, keeping him place and bantering back. But this?

You never said you hated him, you never looked at him like that before. These weren’t tears of frustration this was something else.

Suddenly he didn’t think your eyes looked so pretty like this, glistening with tears that he caused.

You turned and he stood frozen at your run from the room, everything slowed as you left. How your hair whipped around you, how those stray tears left you dancing a battle through strands of your hair. It was all so clear as time slowed and that was nothing to do with his unique eyes.

The class wasn’t full of people yet -you hated crowds and always got here early but there were a few here.

Suguru gripped the back of his collar and pulled him back, dragging him out the class.

“Satoru, you’re beyond dense. You really outdone yourself this time.”

The next few weeks of a short holiday flew by and Satoru heard nothing from you, his texts not delivered and his calls straight to answer phone.

Satoru > Yo pretty

Satoru > you ignoring me now? Don’t do that :( you’ll miss me too much~

Satoru > c’monnnn babe don’t be like this :( I know how you make you feel better~! ;D come spend next weekend with me! I’ll even take you to get some Mochi, there’s this Zunda and cream flavour you gotta try! I’ll buy you a box!

Satoru > oi stop being a big baby, talkkkkk toooo meeeeeeeeeee!

Satoru > oi

Satoru > hellllllooooooo

Satoru > ╰⋃╯ both know mines bigger :D he misses you <;3

Satoru > Hey, it’s been two weeks, seriously you good?

Satoru > Hey, y/n you’re not back at class, can you just let me know you’re good?

The return to senior high for the last few weeks before everyone left for university or careers came and went quickly -he never saw you again.

He never seen you to tease and he missed it, he missed finding you to annoy you. He missed burying his face in your thighs to cheer you up, he missed pushing that silly school skirt up, he missed how your thigh high socks felt under his hands as he grabbed your thighs whilst bullying his dick into you.

But he’d never admit that to you.

“Y-You’re a r-real asshole you know that?”

A flat line presented on Gojo’s mouth, cracking his can of drink open his head tilted in the direction of the voice, blue eyes looking over his glasses as he stared at the guy without much expression. The guy brave enough to stutter an insult to him.

Yeah, the guy who took you out on a date. Sir dipshit.

“S-s-sorry what was that?” Satoru mocked uncaringly, stuttering to remind the guy he was scared to talk to him.

“Yeah, that! Exactly what I mean. She never dated me you idiot -I asked her out for coffee so she could help me come out to a guy I liked, who’s now my boyfriend.”

Gojo’s heart accelerated in his chest, he finally understood what the phrase meant ‘the colour drained from their face’ because he literally felt the blood dropping from it.

God that was weird, he’s never felt that before.

Outwardly he stayed collected -he stayed cool because he was Gojo Satoru.

“So?”

“So?! Everyone’s noticed how grumpy you’ve been, you deserve much worse after what you did. You should have just asked her out like a normal person would, but your crappy god complex wouldn’t allow that would it!”

“Who said I liked her like that?”

He deadpanned at Gojo, the silence between them was thick as the blue eyes stared at him without much expression trying so hard to remain cool. Trying so hard to not show his discomfort.

But his heart was bouncing against his rib cage, his lungs were trying to pick up his breathing as his emotions started to physically unsettle him, Gojo’s palms were sweating yet he felt a cold rush over his skin.

What the hell was going on? Was he sick?

“You’re kidding right? Do you not realise you’re completely head over heels for her? The whole school knows it, how do you not? Y’know, you don’t deserve her, good job you have no idea, you were so mean to her because you couldn’t figure out you liked her and you’re useless in dealing with it. You saved her from it.”

Turning and fanning his hand dismissively over his shoulder Gojo was left to stand by himself with his can of drink fizzing against the silence he was plunged into.

Eyes blinking, his cool attitude and posture absolutely crumbling to a dumbfounded display.

He liked you?

Is that what this was?

No he didn’t like you!

Right?

The whole school knew? The fuck?

Gojo collected his phone from his pocket, turning on his heels he walked down the hallway whilst making a call.

“Satoru,” Geto answered

“I like her?”

“What? Was that a statement or a question?”

“The whole school knows I like her, what-“

“Oh, her. You finally realised huh Satoru?”

“YOU TOO?! Why didn’t you tell me!”

“You’re hopeless,” Suguru sighed heavily down the line, “-like you’d have done anything about it. Thought it was best forgotten after the last day you seen her, it’s been weeks and schools over, s’a bit late. She’s gone Kyoto for university Satoru.”

“How do you know that? She’s not carrying on as a sorcerer?”

“I seen her last week at Jujustu Tech. Her dad died recently on a job and he wanted her to get away from it all.”

“Her dad died?”

“Yeah, that mission couple weeks ago with the train, that special grade took him out and she finished it off, she has a pretty nasty domain apparently. She had a meeting with the higher ups about it, she was injured.”

You never told him about that, ah man, if Gojo didn’t know what guilt felt like before then he sure fucking did now.

Is that why you weren’t messaging him?

“Just let it go Satoru, you screwed up, move forward.”

No, that wasn’t why you weren’t messaging him.

You weren’t talking to him because of what he did, because of how he was treating you. Because of what he did the last day he saw you.

He tried to forget it because hearing you say you hate him was horrible, seeing you truly upset was weighing heavy on him and the fact he wasn’t there this time to wipe your tears, or make you feel better didn’t sit right with him.

But you’d disappeared from his life, you’d ignored his texts and calls, you left him.

Was it really too late?

You really had left.

Your house was sold, waiting for a new family to occupy the building. Gojo stood before it frowning, hands in his pockets as he looked over it looking so empty and lifeless, a mere shell of the comfort it would bring him. He’d see your cursed energy residing within it, sometimes your dads if he wasn’t away on missions.

The same building that looked so different now, weird to think it had your window on it which Gojo had thrown stones at in the middle of the night when he was having trouble sleeping. He rarely needs a lot of it and his eyes are the reason for his lack of sleep, not to mention his intake of sweet things to try keep his mind stimulated.

It was only getting worse as he got older, he seemed to realise. Yeah, both his eye sensitivity and his sweet tooth.

You were never particularly happy about it, him rattling stones at your window when your dad wasn’t home.

“Piss off will you?! It’s like 2am you menace! Quit throwing stones at my window and find someone else to torment.”

So he did.

Stop throwing stones at your window that was, he’d still turn up only this time floating innocently outside your window knocking on it asking to be let in.

“I told you to quit it Satoru!”

“Nah, said stop throwing stones at ya window so I did, just knocked instead.”

“Get in before someone sees you!!”

Worked like a charm. Every time.

Now though? Doubt he could be getting away with that at the new owners. Besides you weren’t there.

Turning he left the house behind him and found himself walking past it at least once, maybe twice a week for the next two years.

He hoped he’d find your cursed energy there, maybe the new owners were distant family and you’d come back to visit.

But the family held no cursed energy, not even a flicker of it. So Gojo eventually stopped walking by, but one place he did return to was the grave of your dad.

He’d leave a flower there.

“Guess I shouldn’t have been such a dick to her huh?”

Silence as usual.

He’d stand and leave, sighing as he now replaced his glasses with his blind fold he had started to wear because it was being too much for his eyes to deal with.

Everything was so damn blinding.

At first he thought of you everyday, thinking he never used to think this much about you when you were around.

At least he didn’t think he did. Besides Suguru and Shoko he didn’t really rely on anyone, but perhaps you were someone from his past that he could have included on that list back then that only seems to get shorter.

When Suguru dumped him outside KFC, not one of his classiest moments, Gojo truly started to feel alone in this life.

As the weeks turned into months, months turned into years and he gradually forgot about you the best he could, only occasionally being reminded of you every now and then.

Usually when another girl asked him about his past relationships.

“So you’ve never had that special someone?”

They all thought they’d be that thing for him but they never were, 90% of the time he couldn’t even get around to sleeping with them. He wanted something deeper than surface sex, sure it felt good but something was missing.

He never had a relationship, because he just wasn’t the kind of guy to be involved with someone like that. His work was dangerous, he alone would make anyone around him a target. So Gojo kept his distance, his god complex grew trying to bury that deep, gnawing insecurity and stomach churning loneliness. His infinity kept people at bay, both for his emotional and physical protection, burying his sickening need for touch by something that loved him.

These girls after you? They never stood up to him, they were pillow princesses and only aided his dominant nature. He never got that rush that he got with you -that high and low.

He was never as hard as he was for you, that 9 inches on a good day? Yeah, definitely remained at a 8.5inches

He stopped comparing to you after three years, he stopped thinking about you and he buried his head into his work because the weight of Suguru leaving him was another thing for him to carry. He was lonely and he didn’t want more people close to him again and feel that loss.

Funny, because the people he loved were still alive and left him, it hurt more than people dying around him that he knew.

Suguru was a deep friendship lost, you were something he didn’t fully understand.

He started to get comfortable, he started to move forward from you and Suguru…

Then the order came from the higher ups.

Stood in the usual room, Gojo remained in the centre, bored and irritated with these douches already sputtering at him.

“There has been an issue in Kyoto, we need you to go and investigate, students have been going missing. There have been rumours that a cursed object has been confirmed, resulting in a reincarnation of a past cursed spirit rising. You are to investigate and execute, minimal damage and lives lost Gojo, we mean it this time.”

“-and put a damn curtain up will you?”

He didn’t even reply, turning he fixed his eyes in front of him, he heard them and had nothing to say because his mind was else where.

Returning back to you, just when he stopped thinking about you almost three years later.

Kyoto?

That’s where you went right? He’s pretty sure Suguru told him you’d be studying at a university there.

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed <3 I’m tempted to make this into a part three in a slight time skip. Hmm! We shall see, do we need a part three for closure & comfort? Cause I think so 😎

Thank you thank you thank yoouuuu for all the comments / reblogs etc 🥹

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thethirdtriplet · 7 months

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Title: Mentor Tim

So we all know how similar Tim is to Bruce, I feel like as Tim gets older he promises himself not to become like him, in regards to his closed off-ness and anti-social behavior, gets therapy (boy was that something else), matures as a person and learns to take care of himself properly (not everyone has an Alfred lying around y’know).

So older Tim, who does want to be Batman (who does at this point?), and considers Red Tornado (Aka; the only adult who really cared) his idol, makes an intellectual decision.

To mentor 10+ young vigilantes, that are basically neglected or ignored by their mentors, that he met once on a mission, apparently they’re the new Young Justice members (why do all the unwanted ones end up there, seriously, has everyone learned nothing??).

It’s not that he planned to mentor the young superheroes, but he couldn’t really ignore them when they took to him like little ducklings to water all because he was nice to them.

The were very undertrained and uncoordinated, and in desperate need of guidance, and Tim who has caused or been apart of some of the craziest shit known to man has a lot of knowledge to spare:

Tim: Leo, for the love of god. Put. That. Down. Number one rule of dealing with magical artifacts or magic in general is don’t touch it and run, don’t walk away if it starts to glow.

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Tim: Keith, seriously dude, if you need any new equipment, swords, knives, anything at all, just tell me. Y’know what I can set it up with one phone call, hold on.

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Tim: Peter, if that jerk at school talks to you like that again I give you my permission to beat his ass, I don’t care what your school or “mentor” have to say, they clearly know nothing about teenagers.

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Tim: Of course you can skip training next week for your recital Sofia, and actually, I cancelled training for everyone when they told me they all wanted to go to support you, thanks for inviting me by the way, I can’t wait.

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Tim: Oh, you’ve had an argument with your parent, Nick? Hold on just a sec.

Tim: Yeah, I just freed my schedule so we could have the whole day to ourselves, I remember those movies you told me you wanted to marathon, let’s go watch them in the big screen room, bundle ourselves in the softest blankets and eat a sh- heck ton of ice cream, while we talk about it, if you feel like it, of course.

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Tim: I noticed how much extensive energy you have even after a full training session, Mateo, so I thought you and I could stay and spar, even after everyone’s done. I’ve brought new training equipment for you to try and researched a few new techniques that correlate with your abilities.

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Tim: Don’t worry about not being able to speak, Amara, I know plenty of sign, in many languages, in fact.

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Tim: *on a phone call*

Tim: What do you mean you’re in a burning building?

Tim: What do you mean you set it on fire?!

Tim: Send me your location, Amber, I’ll be there in ten, no- five.

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And that’s how the hero community noticed how the newly proclaimed Young Justice mentor Red Robin nowadays often had one, if not all, of his ducklings kids students standing proudly next to him.

Bonus:

Tim: Red, I am so sorry for all the years you had to put up with my bullshit.

Tim: I’m basically the only adult- no, person, who cares about them!

Tim: I don’t know how they’ve been alive for so long!

Red Tornado: You are forgiven, Tim, although I must admit, it is quite satisfying that you know of my pain.

Tim, with haunted eyes: You have no idea.

Part 2??

#tim drake #mentor #mentoring #mentorship #idk how to tag this #Tim is a mentor

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crowborn666-writes · 1 year

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Care

(Depressions kicking my ass so I’m back again with therapy Dadzawa. Dunno why it took me so long to realize there’s MHA Wikis, but they’re a lifesaver.)

Shota Aizawa x Teen!Reader

Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Platonic

Summary: The hole just seems to get deeper and deeper, but your new teacher seems determined to pull you back out.

CW/TW: mentions of bad past, reader feeling guilty about eating, mentions/descriptions of anxiety, Mineta (he doesn’t do anything, he just exists 🙄)

Other info: reader has a established quirk(one I see myself having tbh, I call it Shadow Morph), possibly poorly written sparring scenes

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“You haven’t eaten.”

“Not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since we brought you here.” He pressed, voice and actions gentle as he scooted the plate a few inches closer to you. A part of him wanted to cross his arms, but he knew that wouldn’t go over well with you, so he kept them loose and resting across his knees.

“…Not hungry.” You spoke again, albeit a bit more hesitant this time, your eyes flitting across the light meal that was set in front of you.

Shota could only let out a worried, exasperated sigh. The police were good at their job sure, but with you they had their suspicions pointed in the completely wrong direction.

Simply, you’d been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Where you were trying to avoid the villains in the area, the ones who were on the scene thought you were with them.

It took Shota a long time to get them off your back, even longer to convince them to let you go with him.

You had recently graduated middle school, and in one of your less pressuring conversations with him, had told him how you applied to a hero school and was denied. How your parents weren’t exactly the best. How you felt you didn’t fit in with anyone, and the few friends you did have left you once school was done.

Basically, you were stuck on where to go, practically in a pit made of loneliness and unknown directions.

He thought back to those conversations, wondering just how deep this hole you’re in went. Clearly, it was worrying, if you were seeming guilty about eating.

“…You said you wanted to be a hero?” He piped up quietly, watching your fingers begin to inch towards the plate.

He didn’t press further on the subject of food, knowing even a few millimeters of movement towards it was still progress.

“Yeah… even if it’s a support or underground hero. Wanna help people.” You mumbled, tentatively picking up one of the banana slices and taking a small nibble.

The small bit of relief took some of the tension out of Shota’s aching shoulders.

“What would you say to joining one of my students’ classes? You can show off your abilities there.”

“Don’t you have an extra student to train already though…?”

“I do,” Shota’s smile at seeing you finally eat a bit more stayed hidden behind his scarf, but it definitely met his eyes, “but his progress is going smoothly enough to where I don’t have to always watch him during his training, and if your abilities are good enough you can train with each other and grow even more.”

You nodded quietly, eyeing the buttered toast that had been made for you with a bit of hesitance, wondering if you’d be able to stomach it.

Shota then stood from the table, movements careful as to not startle you.

“Eat what you can, I won’t push any more today. In the meantime I’ll fix up the couch for you.”

“Thank you.” Your quiet call following out of the kitchen, your fingers picking up the slice of toast you’d been eyeing.

Your night was fitful, to say the least. The unfamiliar environment and uncomfortable couch made it hard to fall asleep and stay asleep. You sworn in your half-asleep haze at least two times Shota had wandered over to glance over the back of the couch to check on you, one time even adjusting your blanket that had gotten tangled in your tossing and turning.

Somehow, though, you’d managed to fall asleep for more than twenty minutes. You awoke later to the sound of Shota in the kitchen, the sound of a coffee maker reaching your ears. Rolling over, you glared at the clock on the coffee table, reading 6:20 in the morning.

Figuring trying to fall back asleep would be fruitless, you sat up, rubbing at your tired eyes as you stood to wander into the kitchen.

“Morning.” Shota spoke as he turned to you, placing a granola bar on the counter for you before he turned to grab a mug from the cabinet.

“Good mornin’.” You yawned, not thinking twice as you grabbed the granola bar off the counter. Next thing you knew, Shota had a glass of water next to you, turning to pour his cup of coffee.

Your anxiety had crawled up to your neck as you and Shota walked towards a building called Gym Gamma. Shota explained that students often trained there with Ectoplasm and Cementoss, since the Pro Heroes could create concrete structures and fake Ectoplasm’s for them to practice against.

You were dreading the possibility of a grand entrance as Shota opened the gym doors. You trailed behind him, and despite him not making any sort of announcement to get his students’ attention, all eyes naturally fell to him.

Oh god, were you pale? Were you sweating bullets or is it just hot in the gym? You had to be sweating bullets and pale as a sheet. Your entire body was tense and—

“Alright class, I need your attention for a few.”

You already have their attention!

You watched with trembling hands and a gaze that soon locked onto a very specific pebble that had been dragged in as the class of about twenty students all gathered around, their attention wavering between their teacher and you.

“This is (Y/n). They’re going to join today’s class to show off their abilities, to see if they’re good enough to join the hero course.”

A rough voice called out, your gaze flickering up to spot a blond with a rather annoyed look on his face. “Does this school really have time for this stranger?”

Before your thoughts could drag you further into your metaphorical pit, Shota spoke up almost instantly.

“As heroes we should not only save people from disasters, but we should try to help them in low points of their lives. If they aren’t cut for the hero course, we will find something else for them to strive to achieve.”

No one else heard it, but from your right you could’ve sworn you heard Ectoplasm mumble something about Aizawa being a softie.

One by one, you were introduced to the class, all except for a very short, purple haired boy. But you didn’t say anything, figuring there was a reason given Sero immediately slapped some tape over his mouth just as he opened it.

One student rose her hand, Tsuyu, if you recalled correctly. “May I ask about your quirk?”

“Oh good call, Tsu!” Denki piped up, “I wanna know too!”

From Shota’s gentle prompting, along with the kind gazes of Izuku, Ochako and a few others, you began to explain your quirk to them.

Without your quirk, you’d be too slow, too weak to be much of use. But with how you’ve developed your quirk, you were able to push and pull yourself and others to your advantage.

You could create shadowy tendrils from your back or limbs, able to pull and push yourself as needed, able to wrap others up to restrain or throw them. With enough focus and energy, you could even slip through shadows, adding to your dexterity.

Your voice would waver, going in and out with volume, your mind hissing with all the words people told you about your quirk.

Not very heroic.

Scary or worrisome.

Too dark.

You didn’t say those thoughts out loud, of course, but they were instantly swept away when Izuku started rambling.

“That’s so cool! Are you able to morph your entire body into shadow or just parts of it? Can you move only through shadow that way or can you move anywhere? Is it like Tokoyami’s quirk where light—“

“Midoriya.” Shota cut him off, the green-haired boy giving a sheepish smile as a few others sighed in unison.

“Sorry, Mr. Aizawa.”

You figured this was a daily occurrence.

It wasn’t long after that the training resumed, the students easily falling back into their routine. Shota had you go up against one of Ectoplasm’s copies, just for you to warm up and get used to using your quirk in a fighting style rather than an aid like at home.

You were too focused on blocking or dodging attacks to really notice a few students glancing your way, not even Shota’s, who no doubt had his gaze moreso on you than anyone else.

After your warmup, you turned as Shota called out. “Asui. I’d like you to pair up with (Y/n).”

Nervousness rising, you watched as Tsuyu hopped down from the cement towers, right down next to you.

“(Y/n), Asui’s here is fairly quick with her movements, I want you to try your hand at capture. Asui, I want you to do your best at dodging and blocking (Y/n)’s attacks.”

“Got it, Mr. Aizawa!” She replied, turning to you with a smile and a soft ribbit, “Good luck to you!”

“G-Good luck to you too!” You stammered, getting into stance as she hopped a distance away from you.

“Go.”

Shota wasn’t lying when he said Tsuyu was fast, it was like she was made of water almost, or as slippery as a frog. Just when you thought you had her in a grip, she found some way to wriggle out of it or dodge at the last minute.

You had a thought then, wondering if you could fake her out somehow. You sent your shadows towards her, like you had been doing, and right before she jumped you opened them like a cage that surrounded her from all sides.

You knew she could probably slip through, but this was your best bet right now.

She aimed to jump upwards, between two shadows above her head, and thinking fast you clamped down like a venus fly trap.

A startled “ribbit!” left her as you held her upside down, arms trapped to her sides.

After your surprisingly successful capture of Tsuyu, Shota had you up against Sero next.

“You said you were able to push and pull yourself, right?” He called up to you, looking a bit small from atop the cement tower you were on. “I want you to do just that, and either evade or fight back against Sero, who’s job for this mock fight is to capture you.”

You glanced around, finding yourselves on the higher cement towers, everyone else either still training or watching from below.

At Shota’s call, Sero immediately dove into action, shooting tape to try and ensnare you. You were quick to jump away, backing out of his reach, your shadows helping you cling to your surroundings.

Now it was your turn to be quick on your feet, thoughts running a mile a minute as you had to both evade Sero and keep track of where you were going.

Suddenly he was in front of you, and in two quick tugs, your shadows pulled you behind him. He recovered faster than you expected him to, finding yourself suddenly wrapped up in tape and dangling.

“Not bad.” Shota spoke, watching as Sero carefully lowered you to the ground. “Even though Sero has a lot of practice in capture, you evaded him longer than I expected.”

You took the praise with red cheeks, a little embarrassed by it all.

A few other students wanted to train with you after that, especially Midoriya, but unfortunately you needed to rest, and so spent the rest of the class period watching them all.

“You did good today.” Shota spoke up as you walked back to your temporary housing with him.

“You mean it…?”

“I mean it.” He glanced back at you and caught your gaze for a short moment, just long enough to emphasize his point before turning away. “A lot of my students wanted you to come back and join them in the second year. If you’re up for it, you can join the hero course with Shinsou.”

You found yourself smiling. “Guess I got a lot of training to do now, huh?”

Shota was smiling as well, even if you couldn’t see it. “That, and you got a lot of people who care about you now as well.”

#mha #bnha #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #mha shota aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader #teen!reader #aizawa x teen!reader #platonic #aizawa x student reader #aizawa x gender neutral reader #gn!reader

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specialagentlokitty · 1 month

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Aizawa x reader - one day soon

listen to it, if you can. but maybe it's R X Aizawa (duh) and R is the one saying I love you, and Aizawa is the second lyric but this is placed in highschool. then it switches to when their adults, and it's flipped, and them maybe plot blahblahblah and they love happily ever after - @nyxiethesimp

The winter festival was coming up and you were practically bouncing with excitement as you padded down the hallways.

“Aizawa!” You called.

The boy sighed, turning around to look at you, and you jumped in front of him, clasping your hands behind your back as you wore a bright grin.

“Come find me on the roof at lunch!”

“Why?”

“Because I wanna talk to you!”

You gave him a bright grin, then you turned to the boy next to give, high fiving him as hard as you could.

“Training was awesome yesterday (N/N)!” Hizashi beamed.

“I know! Your quirk is amazing Hashi! Like you’re gonna be such a popular hero!”

“So is yours! Hell hound is so freaking cool!” He gushed.

You rubbed the back of your head sheepishly, grinning a little bit at him.

“Yeah but I don’t have full control yet, I’m just glad Aizawa was there to stop me from going all out of control.”

“You just need to train more.” Aizawa huffed.

“Well am trying!” You pouted.

Hizashi laughed loudly, throwing his arm over your shoulder and you grinned up at him.

“You got this!”

When the bell went you went to your class while they made their way to their own classroom, and as lunch came you stood on the roof waiting.

You heard the door open, and you turned around, giving the dark haired boy a bright smile as you clasped your hands behind your back.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asked.

You padded over, standing just in front of him.

“I want to go to the winter festival with you.”

You were more soft spoken this time, not like your usually energetic self, you kept your voice quiet and soft, your grin and melted away into a soft smile.

“Why?”

Your smile widened slightly, a spark in your it eyes.

“I could never choose to love another.”

Aizawa sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, and he glanced away from you.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t feel the same way, you should go with somebody else.”

He glanced back at you to find you still smiling, and you leant forward, kissing his cheek before you stepped around from him, twirling around him so you could head to the stairs.

“That’s okay, I knew it was a chance.”

Aizawa quickly turned around to look at you.

“Maybe one day I could learn to love you too.”

You paused, turning to cast him a bright grin.

“I hope so, but it’s okay if not! I’ll still love you!” You beamed.

With that you ran down the stairs with a laugh as you called the name of your other best friend, trying to find him.

Aizawa spent a lot of time thinking back to that day, the day you admitted how you felt about him, and the bright smile on your face as he rejected you.

Even after him turning you down, you still stayed his friend, giving him the brightest smile he had ever seen.

After graduating UA you went on to becoming a deep underground hero, deeper than he was, and slowly your two friends had lost contact with you.

Sometimes they would see your posts on the hero communication network, but that was it until it came to the UA festival.

You had been contacted about acting as security for the school so the could hold the festival, they needed much more protection than they did at the sports festival.

You had agreed, and you stood in the principals office with your hands clasped behind your back.

“Thank you for coming shadowhound, I’m sure with your assistance we’ll have no problem protecting our students!” Nezu smiled.

“I’m here to help, where do you want me?”

“Well, we’ve got people patrolling outside, I was wondering if you could focus on inside, along with the dorms of course, taking account for all the students making sure they’re present at the start of curfew.”

You gave a nod of your head, reaching out to take some papers from him as you began to make your way over to the dorms.

Curfew was about to start for the night, so you made your way to the closest dorm, letting yourself in, calling down all the students.

Those who weren’t down right away were rounded up by your hellhounds.

You finally made your way to the last dorm, and you knocked on the door, holding the list in your hand.

The door was opened, and you looked at the boy, you held out your hero card so he could look at it.

“I’m here to make sure you’re following curfew, you’ve got two minutes to get your classmates before I round them up.”

“Of course!”

He ran away and you walked inside, the hounds around your feet whining and barking, waiting for their orders as you stared at your phone.

You watched as the timer counter down, and when it went off you put your phone in your pocket, reading out the names on the list.

They all responded, and you put the list back inside your pocket.

“Watch them.”

The two hounds barked, and left your side, laying in front of the students.

“If you leave they’ll know, then you have to deal it’s me and whoever your home room teacher is.”

With that, you left, heading back to the school where you sat on the top, able to get a good view of the dorms and carefully watch what was going on.

A black fire coated your body to keep you warm.

Hearing the door creek open, you turned around, raising your hand only to lower it when you saw the man standing there.

He gestured for you to follow him so with a sigh you did, following him down the stairs and the moment you were in the hallway you were tackled to the ground.

“Ya can’t just turn up and not say hi!” The other yelled.

“Hello Hizashi.” You greeted.

You pat back a couple of times, and he sat up to look at you, a small frown on his face.

“Well that wasn’t very energetic of you.” He huffed.

You sat up, pushing yourself from the ground as you brushed your clothes down, leaning your back against the wall as you crossed your arms.

“I wasn’t aware you two were teachers.”

“We did try to tell ya! But you just disappeared man!”

You slowly nodded your head, looking at the ground before you looked back to the pair of them.

“How did you even know I was here? My presence hasn’t been announced to anybody, I never saw either of you on my travels.”

“I saw your hound at the door of the dorm when I came back.” Aizawa said.

You slowly nodded your head, lifting your gaze to look at them both, but they couldn’t get a good view of you through your flames.

Aizawa couldn’t put them out because he knew it could erase your hounds as well.

“Well what have you been doing?!” Hizashi grinned.

You went to speak, but stopped when the howl of one of your hounds echoed through the ground.

“Aizawa one of your students are trying to leave the dorms.”

“Right. Thanks.”

He started to leave, and Hizashi stared at you intently, narrowing his eyes a little bit.

“Undercover changed you, huh?” He asked quietly.

“Hero work changes everybody.”

You sighed.

You looked at him, and you walked over, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and he hugged you back gently.

You sighed softly, and he ran a hand up and down your back.

“I missed you (N/N)…” he pouted.

You laughed softly, pulling away and put your flames out so he could see your face this time.

“I missed you too Hashi, now come on, I want coffee.”

He grinned brightly, snatching your hand into your own as he happily dragged your down the hallways.

You didn’t see Aizawa again until the next day, you were back on the roof, staring up at the clouds.

“I heard Mic spent all night talking your ear off, I’m shocked you’re still awake.”

You turned around to look at him, and Aizawa took a moment to take you in.

You weren’t smiling like he remembered, you had a scar that covered half your neck, and a slight cloudiness to one of your eyes.

He furrowed his brows a little bit.

“You’re half blind?” He asked.

“I had an accident some years ago, lost control of my flames, burnt myself pretty badly, and a villain managed to get me good. Still standing though.”

He walked over, brushing your hair away from your neck, getting a better look at the old scar, and while he was looking, you brought your hand up to his face, touching the scar under his eyes.

“I’m not the only one who had it hard.”

“Nothing compared to yours.”

“We’re comparing battle wounds now?”

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head at you.

You let your hand fall away, stuffing it back into your pocket and he placed his hand on the side of your face.

“I was worried about you.”

“Thank you I think?”

He sighed.

“You aren’t the same person that you were back then. You have no smile.”

You shrugged a little bit, looking away from him.

“I have to go.”

You brushed past him, making your way towards the stairs.

“I could never choose to love another.” He said.

You stopped, looking down at your feet.

“Maybe one day I could learn to love you too.” You quietly replied.

You left, and that was the last he saw of you for the rest of the festival, you had to focus on your duties, and when the festival ended they thought you had left.

It wasn’t until after the weekend when they saw you again, standing in the teachers lounge looking a little confused.

You were being brought in as extra security for the school, since you had to take a break from your undercover operations.

You slowly got back to talking to your old friends, but you still kept your distance from them, having spent so much time alone you weren’t to sure about other people now.

Aizawa found you patrolling the grounds with one of your hounds, and you stopped to look at him, offering him a wave which he returned.

He began to make his way over, and when he was closer you send the hound over to the dorm, and began walking with him next to you.

“It’s late, shouldn’t you be inside?” You asked.

“I could say the same for you. Why are you patrolling, it’s not your night.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

He nodded his head, glancing at you before looking away.

“Why?”

“Been struggling to sleep for a while now.”

“Because of your undercover work?”

You nodded.

“Come on.”

He turned around, gesturing for you to follow him, so you did without really thinking much about it.

He took you to his office in the dorm, gesturing to the couch and you sat down.

“No. Lay down.” He sighed.

You laid down, staring up at the ceiling and he went back to working.

After a few minutes he looked over, getting up he stood over you, looking at you with his hair in his face, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“You’re supposed to go to sleep.”

“Well you didn’t specify that.”

He gave you a little grin which you gave back to him, and you sat up, gesturing for him to crouch down and he did.

“Turn around and sit.”

He nodded, sitting in front of you and you took his arm, taking his hair band from him, and you began to work your hands through his hair.

You tied his hair back for him, and he titled his head back look at you.

“Why’d you do that?”

“So you can see dummy.”

You gave him a soft smile, one that he remembered you having all those years ago.

“I like your smile. You should smile more.”

You huffed, looking away.

“Shut up…”

Aizawa stood up, and you turned your head back to him as he sat down on the couch, holding his arm out for you.

You stood up looking at him utterly confused, and he reached for you hand, pulling you into him, laying down with you on his chest.

“Go to sleep.”

You placed your hand on his shoulder.

You could feel him playing with the ends of your hair.

“Aizawa?” You asked confused.

“Less talk, more sleep.”

You sighed, nodding slightly and closed your eyes.

You were nearly asleep when you heard him speak again.

“I should’ve said yes when you asked me to the festival…”

You let out a small laugh, sitting up a little, looking down at him.

“Then say yes next time dumbass.”

“Shut up.” He huffed.

You grinned down at him and he grinned a little bit at you, placing his hand on the back of your head to guide you back into laying back down

#my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #my hero acedamia #imagine #mha #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha imagine #Aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #Aizawa imagine

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itshype · 2 years

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Navigate any storm, with nothing but the stars to guide you (DC x DP)

Hello! My other dc x dp notfic blew up overnight so here’s another one (this is not a part 2 but here is the link to Kingmaker, Kingbreaker, Crowntaker, Realmshaker where Danny is an important political ghost figure)

So, there are only a few Astronaut!Danny fics and most of them don’t quite land with me. They’re really good, but a lot of them have Danny getting his job at NASA because of his ghost powers. And like, nothing about Danny’s arc/s ever hints to me that he would show up to a government agency and give them a full rundown of his abilities – even for his dream job.

So instead of a protection-obsessed Danny, his Obsession develops as wanting to go to space. So, he’ll still fight the ghosts because he’s not a psycho with no regard for human life, but these fights aren’t a priority to him the same way in canon. Instead, Danny fights a lot dirtier, goes to 10 a lot faster – instead of it being a rarely used ability, his go-to is the Ghostly Wail in round one of a fight because it’ll get everything over nice and quick. He needs great grades to even enter the space program let alone astronaut training.

Because of this, Danny isn’t getting involved in problems just because ghosts are involved.

Did he turn the portal on for the first time? Yes.

Is it his responsibility because his parents refuse to add security or even just turn it off when not in use? Absolutely not!

There’ll definitely be a short-term dip in Danny’s grades but he plays up the “I was in a lab accident” thing to his school (actually more like he just didn’t cover it up) and can get extra credit or whatever (in Australia they’d just ignore the assignments you missed/failed and make your average from everything else but Teen Wolf fics often go on about extra credit so lets whack that in for Cultural Authenticity). But after that, Danny only gets involved if it’s getting really dangerous out there because he can’t skip this test/miss this homework etc.

Because of this, Phantom would probably be a lot more popular. Instead of running around and chasing ghosts and causing damage, he shows up like a Deus ex Machina when people are terrified, and lives are at risk. Downside is probably that Amity calls him Invis-o-bill for a while longer – he still wants to go by Phantom but correcting people isn’t his priority.

Also, his obsession makes his crush for Paulina turn off because I never found that a fun storyline. Also, when he gets in trouble for Dash’s bad behaviour he fights back against Dash and/or the teachers because “There’s a new documentary about theoretical White Holes tonight and our DVR gained sentience and ran off, so I have to watch it live.”

Downside of all these great changes? Jazz. In canon it takes ages for Danny to find out she saw his death-event. But in this, Danny’s personality changes are a lot more evident and drastic. I still don’t think the parents would suspect anything because my opinion of them is so far down it popped out of the other side of the Earth and spun off into the cosmos.

Jazz wants to be a psychologist. ‘Drastic changes in behaviour and personality’ are the early warning signs for hundreds of things from bipolar disorder, to drugs, to schizophrenia, sexual assault or joining a gang. She would be less likely to blow this off I think than in canon where his personality changes can be explained a lot more easily with “moody teen being taught by teachers who are on the bully’s side.” She figures out what’s happening a lot earlier. She doesn’t love that her baby brother is a ghostly hero, but his grades are great and it’s pretty hard to say “No you should let the town be destroyed and get a part-time job instead.”

So then, when the GIW come to town to try and set up, everyone is like “oh yeah, sure, go for it, except for Phantom, he’s our little meow meow.”

The GIW try to attack him anyway and the responding retaliation from Casper high students and most adults is so violent and extreme that the GIW mark the town as being completely 100% possessed with the hopes that they’ll get carte blanche to attack anyone they want in Amity (mostly because they’re petty manchildren).

However, declaring open season on an entire town is a bit much and all this ecto-nonsense is pretty new so the fear hasn’t 100% set into the administration. So instead, the President contacts the Justice League who call in the Justice League Dark (the magic department of the Justice League).

They’re probably freaked out but then Oracle finds footage of the ‘Possession attack on government agents’ from a security camera or something and Constantine is immediately like “None of those people are possessed, hope that helps, I have to go I’m late for a booty call with Beelzebub.”

MEANWHILE!!! Jazz has started coming to fights when she can (dressed like a real Fenton ghosthunter – Dad is so proud) and loudly announcing their insecurities because we know that psychic damage can actually cause ghosts to physically change (i.e. when Cujo is threatened he goes Big, when Spectra is satiated she appears more human, Amorpho’s whole thing). Within weeks, the less-evil ghosts want to make deals. I mean skulker and walker probably won’t want to concede, but the others get day-passes from the ghost zone like:

Ember can throw a concert and hypnotise everyone attending or streaming online but she has to let them go when the show is over.

Maybe Kitty can possess Jazz for a few hours for a date, or Tucker can build her a robot body assuming ghosts that aren’t Technus, master of all technology can possess electronics if they want to.

Eventually, Danny goes “Why is coming here so important, why do you go to so much effort and constraints to leave the Ghost Zone?”

And that’s when he finds out that the Ghost Zone is a ruthless, desolate place that’s awful and dangerous.

So, he calls the Justice League (Tucker gets him the number and he dials right into the Watchtower PA). And he essentially goes:

“I am Phantom, bridge between worlds. The ghosts of Amity Park were interfering with my Ghostly Dream and I have recently discovered that this is because the Infinite Realms is a sucky place to be. Can you fix it?”

The Justice League are thinking ‘wow two birds one stone and we get free amazing publicity!’ Then they talk to Constantine for two-point-five seconds, and he is all “It’s infinite, you morons, you can’t patch it up one villain at a time. Anyways I have to go sell my soul to a sixth party to prevent a magical demon war, peace out.”

So then, the Justice League are in Amity and tell Phantom that they’re very sorry but what he asked isn’t really feasible. And immediately they figure out that something is slightly off.

Now I stand by my headcanon that the Justice League wouldn’t immediately figure out Danny’s secret because there’s no real reason to think a ghost would have a secret identity. But just speaking to any of the halfas you can tell they’re different. Less obsessive, don’t go violent as fast etc.

Now, just because they don’t realise Danny is 50% human, does not mean they did no research. They looked him up and came across historical records made during his time travel jaunts and immediately reach the fairly reasonable conclusion that he’s special, more powerful and more human because he’s just that old. So they ask him why the ghost zone is like that and if it could be changed or fixed – even just a small portion of it for use by less aggressive ghosts.

Danny admits he has no idea, but they could all go find out because it was Sunday. None of the Justice League know why the day is relevant but through the combined powers of Sam, Tucker and Jazz, they manage to get his parents onto the other side of town while they enter the ghost zone.

They quickly find Ghost Writer, because he’s an under-utilised character. He explains that long, long ago the ghost zone was a much brighter place with a golden sunrise sky and an overflowing font of ectoplasm under the rule of the powerful King of the Infinite Realms – Inferna the Bright. But he was brutally overtaken by the disgusting Pariah Dark. Inferna never recovered and the entire zone changed, becoming dark and harsh like her master whose obsession was subjugation. Pariah was sealed away, but by a large group instead of in single combat. So technically he was still at the helm of the entire dimension.

If only there was another ghost, brave and powerful enough to defeat Pariah Dark. One strong enough to bear the helm of the Crown of Fire. One with an obsession that would transform the ghost realm into a place of wonder once more.

If only…

(TBC??)

(IN CASE IT WASN’T OBVIOUS, each King makes one artifact: Inferna was obsessed with the Sun but expressed it healthily, Pariah Dark was obsessed with winning and beating other people and expressed it terribly)

Also, fyi Inferna doesn’t just sound like Inferno but is also Latin for the Underworld, so the implication is that they were king for FOREVER before Pariah.

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greenhappyseed · 4 days

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MHA 422 leak reactions

Oooooo, the network of power, except instead of quirks powering OFA, it’s the hopes of Izuku’s friends, family, and the citizens he won over along the way. All that wishing energy focused on Izuku twisting fate…..

General Aizawa commanding the troops to clear a path for Deku to “reach Shigaraki.” Aizawa knows Shigaraki is necessary to defeat AFO, and unlike what he’s said previously, Aizawa isn’t looking for payback or revenge. He’s putting his faith in Izuku and Tenko, believing in the magic of friendship at what could be the end of the world.

I don’t really have much to say about the montage of students helping Izuku get to AFO? Like it’s cool, yeah? But also…we KNOW.

TENYA IIDA SOMEHOW SHOWS UP TO HOLD IZUKU’s HAND!!! Inexplicable fast travel always means a series is nearing its end, but if any character could realistically do it within the confines of the MHA story, it’s Iida.

ALL MIGHT CAN SEE IZUKU!!! OCHAKO CAN FEEL IZUKU!!! They’re not on the same physical battlefield, but they’re connected all the same.

AFO’s half truths continue to amuse me so, so much. Izuku has a weakness All Might didn’t have? Yes, that’s true (his rant from the PLF war is below). Izuku needs others to help him in a fight in way that All Might didn’t. Except…All Might really did. His isolation limited his power (which is kinda terrifying if you think about it???) so while Izuku has a weakness All Might didn’t have, All Might had a weakness Izuku doesn’t have.

And All Might knows that his isolation was his weakness. God, I hope Izuku can hear his idol saying that Izuku is his personal greatest hero. The circular way they inspire each other is perfection, and I have to imagine something similar with Katsuki will happen soon.

Finally, Inko. I’ve said this before, but Inko tends to appear only when Izuku is making a huge leap forward. In this case, she’s making good on her promise to cheer for Izuku with all she’s got. Izuku’s origin is an otaku fanboy who lives for All Might, and he never fully gave up on his dream of becoming a hero. Now he’s still a fanboy, and he still loves All Might, but he’s no longer chasing his dreams on his own. He’s being pushed and pulled towards his dream by others because they believe in him. That’s Izuku Midoriya Rising!

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 422 #mha 422 #izuku midoriya #Deku #shota aizawa #mha eraserhead #all might #Toshinori yagi #inko midoriya #AFO #all for one

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sentinelpri · 10 months

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Yeah, Right

The first time Aizawa does it, he doesn’t think about the ‘why’. After all, it seems logical enough.

It’s All Might’s fifty-first birthday and Aizawa expects the fresh batch of new students to want to surprise the older man with something special for the day of. Only, when he gets to class that morning, he hears them all talking about how they’re too shy to so boldly approach their teacher and give him a birthday gift. While Aizawa imagines that All Might will get plenty of gifts and letters in his P.O. box, none of them will actually be from anyone he knows- random fans, even some stalkers- all people that he has no connection with.

Aizawa knows All Might well enough to know that the only people he wants anything from are going to be his students and fellow heroes- people he knows, people who care. Aizawa remembers that All Might doesn’t have a family to celebrate with and frowns as he sits at his desk listening to the children rattle on about the former number one hero.

When All Might walks in to take over the class for his heroics lesson, he looks Aizawa in the eye and offers a small smile. For whatever reason, said smile makes Aizawa’s heart skip a beat, so he doesn’t smile back. Instead, he leaves, rushing to the local grocery store even though he knows he’s supposed to be doing lesson planning. When he returns, he smuggles the little bouquet of roses and the box of chocolates into the lounge through his duffle bag.

All Might’s locker is always stupidly left unlocked (because ‘none of my fellow hereos would meddle with my belongings’, according to the older man), so Aizawa puts the presents there with a note but no name.

‘Happy birthday, number one. Hope you have a good year.’

It’s simple and plain enough to not give away who it’s from. Perfect.

Aizawa doesn’t feel too nervous as he shuts the locker and retreats to sit at the round table. It’s lunch time now, so the sound of loud teenagers bustling down the hallway rings in Aizawa’s ears. He buries his head in his hands and groans, only to have a more pressing problem when the door is slammed open just seconds later.

He glances up to see All Might, standing in the doorway, the front of his pink button-up shirt soaked with blood.

“All Might,” Aizawa stands up and grabs a washcloth to wet, then brings it over to All Might. He wipes the blood off of the older man and glances up at him with a scowl. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Oh, Aizawa,” All Might offers a weak smile and takes the washcloth from Aizawa’s hands so he can clean himself up. Aizawa stands there awkwardly, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for an answer. “I’m fine! Just a normal day for me, coughing up blood, though I’m starting to run out of shirts that aren’t blood-stained… Maybe I should start wearing more red.”

“You’re coughing blood up that often? And in this quantity… That isn’t normal,” Aizawa scoffs, as annoyed as ever by All Might’s alarming normalization of his declining health. “When’s the last time you’ve been to a doctor?”

“Back after we fought Shigaraki and the Paranormal Liberation Front.”

“No, I mean for a normal check up. When’s the last time you’ve been to a doctor for something other than a grievous, hero-work-related injury?”

“Oh, I haven’t been since…” All Might trails off, tossing the washcloth in the dirty laundry and thinking to himself. Meanwhile, Aizawa moves to dig through his own locker for an extra shirt that All Might can have- God knows the former number one hero is never prepared enough to keep a change of clothes handy. Aizawa finds the largest one he has, an oversized black sweater that he likes to sleep in sometimes. It’s just long enough that it’ll fit All Might’s weirdly oversized frame perfectly, so Aizawa takes the shirt out and tosses it at the older man. “Hm… I actually don’t know.”

“You need to go see one soon, then,” Aizawa nags and sits back down in a lounge chair as All Might hides behind the lockers to change shirts.

“Why do you care so much all of a sudden?”

“Ugh, never mind,” Aizawa grumbles and gets up to head towards the door. Just when he thought he was getting soft for the man, All Might had to go and get on his nerves again. “God forbid I try to make you take care of your health for the sake of your students.”

“Aizawa, wait-”

“No, it’s fine. I get the point. You’re never going to prioritize yourself and nothing anyone can say will ever make you. Keep the shirt,” Aizawa puts his hand on the door knob and turns it. Then, he opens the door and leaves, calling back to a flustered looking All Might with- “I’ll see you later.”

The second time Aizawa does it, he wonders why the hell he finds himself doing this shit again. The first time it was because it was All Might’s birthday and he wasn’t sure if All Might would get anything from anyone else. Now, it’s the middle of autumn, and he’s unsure about his motives. He tells himself that All Might has seemed down lately- yes, that’s all it is- and that he wants to cheer him up for the students’ sake and definitely not for his own. It’s odd because the last time he did this, he had an awkward and tense interaction with the man right after that turned him off for a while, but… It couldn’t hurt to try again.

So, he spends time hand-crocheting and knitting some sweaters and scarfs for the upcoming season and packing them into a little gift basket. All Might still has a nasty habit of leaving his locker unlocked, meaning that Aizawa can get into it easily. He sneaks into the lounge early, unusually early, knowing that he’s the least likely to get caught at this time since school doesn’t start until seven thirty. Right now, it’s six.

The only person that ever gets to U.A. before seven in the morning aside from Nezu is-

“Mic,” Aizawa blankly states, unsure of what to do. He’s standing in front of All Might’s open locker with the gift basket in one hand and his other hand on the edge of the locker door to hold it open. Mic has just walked into the staff lounge and caught him red-handed. “Uh… What’s up?”

In an awkward series of little motions, Aizawa slams the locker shut and tries to hide the ridiculously large basket behind his back.

“Um… What’cha got there?”

“Nothing that’s any of your business,” Aizawa answers, then reopens the locker, shoves the basket in there, and slams it back shut.

“C’mon, now, don’t pretend that I didn’t just catch you leaving a gift basket in All Might’s locker! No wonder you’ve been acting so funky lately… And to think I thought I was imagining things when I saw him in your favorite shirt,” Mic says, much to Aizawa’s embarrassment and horror. He hadn’t even considered the possibility of him doing this coming off like that to anyone else- and maybe loaning All Might one of his favorite shirts that he used to wear all the time wasn’t the best idea, either, especially considering that All Might now wears the damn thing at least once a week with the claim of ‘since it’s black, it doesn’t stain easy!’. “Wait, are you two a thing!?”

“Absolutely not. He borrowed the shirt once and I let him keep it. As for the gifts… Well, I am guilty of that, but he doesn’t reciprocate said gifts nor does he know it’s me giving them,” Aizawa explains and guiltily walks away from All Might’s locker in favor of sitting down on the edge of the staff table. He sighs and shakes his head both at himself and at Mic. “So don’t tell anyone.”

“Hah! No one would believe me, even if I did want to go and betray you by blabbing about it,” Mic laughs and sits right next to Aizawa on the table top. Then, he looks over at the erasure hero with his big green eyes and a knowing smirk. “But are you seriously going to keep on with this until he retires from teaching?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, you clearly like him, and this is your weird fucked up way of expressing it-”

“Hey!” Aizawa interrupts with a blush and a glare- or, as much of a glare as he can produce these days with only one eye. The other eye socket remains empty and covered by a black eye patch, thanks to a certain Shigaraki. “Don’t talk about me like that.”

“What? It’s true! I’ve seen the way you look at him,” Mic points out. It’s horribly, embarrassingly true. Aizawa used to hate All Might and everything he stood for, and he still tries to tell himself that he does, but… Things just aren’t the way they were back then. He watches All Might a little too closely and checks in on him all the time, even if it’s not in the most overtly caring and compassionate way. He does care about All Might, and they’ve grown to respect each other. He just never thought that it’d develop into those sorts of feelings; for the former number one hero, who’s far more popular than him, far more attractive than him, and over a decade his senior. “You’ve been doing this for how long now?”

“I don’t know,” Aizawa shrugs and crosses his leg over his prosthetic. Then, he crosses his arms as well and taps his fingers against his bicep. He can’t even meet Mic’s gaze. “A few months, maybe?”

“Exactly,” Mic yells a little too loudly and throws his hands up in the air. “You’ve been doing this for months instead of just telling the guy you have a crush on him!”

“I don’t have a crush on him,” Aizawa mumbles, hating the sound of such a juvenile term being thrown at him like this.

Crush.

Yeah, right.

“Really?” Mic presses. “Really? Look at yourself right now, Eraser!”

“We can continue this conversation never,” Aizawa gets up from the table, heads to the door, and looks back at Mic, who is sitting there with a ridiculously large grin. “And remember; don’t tell anyone about what you saw today.”

“Aye aye captain!” Mic responds with a mock-salute that somehow pisses Aizawa off even more.

As the ravenette leaves, embarrassed and confused, he can’t help but think about what Mic said.

A crush.

On All Might.

Yeah, right.

The third time Aizawa does it, he hears All Might start to talk.

Aizawa has had to come to terms with the fact that these stupid feelings he’s developed for All Might are, in fact, a crush- as Mic had so eloquently put it just a few months ago. Said crush has been festering for God knows how long and seems to only get worse with every season that passes.

So, by the time winter rolls around, he’s more on edge about the whole thing than he thought he’d be when he left the first gift basket for All Might back in June. Despite never caring about his appearance before, he finds himself tying his hair up (All Might said it looked good like that once), wearing cologne (one that All Might said was his favorite in an interview a while back), and putting a little more effort into his appearance than he would have just a few years ago.

It’s the day before winter break. All of the kids are doing cute holiday celebrations, gift exchanges, dorm parties, and more. They’ve already taken their finals, so there’s not much for the teachers to do aside from sit on their asses and enjoy the festivities. Aizawa doesn’t mind it. He even finds himself in a particularly cheery mood as he leaves another gift basket in All Might’s locker, this one full of holiday candies, a new blanket, and some fancy tea and coffee blends.

After leaving the gifts and making sure that no one is around to catch him in the act this time, Aizawa quietly closes the locker and moves to sit at the staff table before anyone can walk in.

He catches a glance of himself in the mirror and sighs. His hair is tied back all pretty, he actually bothered shaving, and though he looks as tired as ever… He looks better than he used to. The things people say about ‘glowing’ when they fall in love may actually be true. With a shake of his head, he ignores that train of thought in favor of pulling out his phone and reading the news.

Slowly, more of the faculty file in; Nezu, Mic, Vlad King, Nejire- who started working for U.A. shortly after graduating- and finally, All Might. The four sit near Aizawa at the table with Mic sitting right next to him and the others sitting across from him. They chat and talk about their plans for winter break as if Aizawa isn’t even there until Aizawa hears Nejire pipe up with-

“Hey, All Might, is that a new scarf? It’s cute. Where’d you get it?”

“It’s a funny story, but someone has been leaving these gifts in my work locker for months…” All Might explains, much to Aizawa’s embarrassment. Aizawa can’t help but notice that the older man is wearing his sweater. Again. The chunky crocheted scarf around his neck is made of black and red yarn, one of the many things that Aizawa has anonymously gifted to him since the summertime. “Everything from chocolates and flowers for my birthday to this scarf and custom-made sweaters. No idea who it is.”

“Oh, well that’s a simple problem with a simple solution!” Nezu suggests. Aizawa’s heart drops as the principal suddenly crawls into his scarf and sits on his shoulder- something he frequently does for warmth and height. His beady eyes remain trained on All Might. Meanwhile, Mic won’t stop nudging Aizawa with his foot underneath the table. “Would you like me to check the security cameras for you?”

“No, that’s not necessary, Nezu,” All Might answers with a dismissive wave. It takes everything in Aizawa not to let out an obvious sigh of relief. “After all, if they’re going about it like this, they probably don’t want me to know their identity.”

“You don’t think that it’s some sort of villain, do you?” Vlad King questions.

“Not at all. UA’s security is too strict to allow any outsiders in and all of the gifts I’ve received so far have been totally harmless. I had the same train of thought at first and even had Tsukauchi run everything I received through his forensics team to test for poisons and find any trackers or cameras that might’ve been hidden, but no one found anything. It seems like they’re totally innocuous, well-meaning gifts.”

“Do you think it’s a student?” Nezu presses, clearly somewhat concerned.

Aizawa suddenly realizes just how bad of an idea this was to start off with. Maybe he should stop and get a hold of things before he gets caught and makes a fool out of himself.

“No, they wouldn’t have access to the lounge unless they had some sort of quirk that allowed them to phase through things. I know we have a couple of those quirk users here, but I doubt that any of them would risk getting in trouble for something so dumb when they could just leave the stuff on the desk of the classroom I teach in. So, it must be another faculty member; another teacher, a janitor, cafeteria staff…” All Might continues rambling on about the many deductions he’s made. Aizawa almost calls him out for sounding so much like Midoriya, but he decides against it. “There’s so many people who work here that I haven’t bothered trying to narrow it down.”

“And that doesn’t bother you at all!? I’d be going insane!” Mic yells out, then sends a quick and knowing glance in Aizawa’s direction. Aizawa glares back at him. “What if you have a stalker or something?”

“I doubt it’s anything that severe. Either this is some sort of cruel joke or someone has a crush on me,” All Might shrugs. “I’d be surprised at the latter considering the form I’m currently in, but the gifts clearly have a lot of thought behind them and some people have weird tastes…”

At that, Mic burst out laughing, to which Aizawa quickly turns and scolds him.

“Mic!”

Mic only laughs harder. Aizawa doesn’t think his face has ever been this red, and All Might is looking between the two of them like he’s trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together.

“What’s so funny, Yamada?” All Might asks and narrows his sky blue eyes.

“Nothing, nothing,” Mic answers, but again, only laughs even hader. He puts his head on the table and buries his face in his arms. “Sorry!”

“So you’re just going to let this continue to happen?” Vlad King interjects.

“Basically. Either I’ll retire from teaching, they’ll come and tell me who they are and why they’re doing this, or they’ll get bored and stop. Whichever happens first. I don’t really mind either way.”

“What if it’s, like, a secret admirer?” Nejire continues. Meanwhile, Aizawa doesn’t know if he’s relieved or offended at the fact that All Might doesn’t seem to care very much about whoever it is that’s been leaving him presents in his locker. “Don’t you want to know who they are?”

“Not really. I know I don’t discuss it very often, but I do have my heart set on someone else… I just haven’t had the courage to tell them, especially since my retirement from hero work. So, it’s better that this person doesn’t reveal themselves to me; I’d hate to reject them after they’ve given me so many nice things. I want them to know I appreciate all these things they’ve gifted me, so I wear and use them as much as I can, but I also wonder if I’m giving them the wrong idea… Ah, I’ve got lesson plans to work on. I should get back to the classroom.”

With that, All Might stands up and retreats, leaving the rest of the staff to eat their lunches and chat amongst themselves- mostly about the upcoming holiday party that the hero commission is going to throw in about a week to celebrate the last year’s worth of hero work. They do it every year, but Aizawa never attends, finding that no one really cares whether or not he’s there aside from Mic. It always seems like a big publicity stunt for heroes to come and throw their money at the charities that are promoted there, for heroes to come and get interviewed by famous reporters, and for heroes to come and find more work with new teams or agencies.

Like a lot of hero society, the whole thing is about business more than it is a genuine celebration, but… if All Might is going to be there this year like he always is, Aizawa may go.

Eventually, the rest of the staff clear out, leaving Aizawa and Mic by themselves. Mic is the first to say anything.

“Eraser, aren’t you going to tell him about your feelings?”

“Has your quirk made you deaf or something? He said he’s in love with someone else! He’d just reject me, I… Should’ve never done this in the first place,” Aizawa sighs. His heart actually feels like it’s breaking from everything All Might said. “It was a stupid idea. Out of all the people I could’ve gone and caught feelings for…”

“But what if that person he talked about is you?”

“Really? Out of everyone All Might has ever met and known, you think he’s in love with me? Yeah, right,” Aizawa scoffs, looking at Mic in disbelief. “Be realistic.”

“I dunno, maybe? I mean, I could’ve sworn he was giving you ‘fuck me eyes’ while he was in here so perhaps-”

“There’s no way,” Aizawa interrupts, flustered. The idea of All Might looking at him like that… No. It’s impossible. For someone like All Might to want someone like him… “I look like a homeless person according to my students and everyone knows I haven’t been the same since everything that happened with the League of Villains and the Paranormal Liberation Front. And, just in case you forgot, I’m also more than a decade younger than him. I wouldn’t blame him for being completely repulsed by me.”

“Eraser… I’m sure if you told him, and he didn’t return the feelings, he’d be nice about it,” Mic tries to be comforting by putting a hand on Aizawa’s shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, pity kindness. That’s definitely what I want from him. As if this isn’t embarrassing enough,” Aizawa sarcastically huffs with a roll of his eyes. Mic just offers a guilty smile in return. “Honestly, Mic, you… Look, I appreciate you trying to help me here, but it’s better if I just don’t say anything, okay? He doesn’t want me back, and he never will.”

“If that’s how you really feel, I guess I can’t change your mind, but let me know if you ever want to ask him out, okay?”

“Yeah. Sure thing.”

“Okay, catch ya later!”

With that, Mic stands up and exits the room, leaving Aizawa alone yet again. The ravenette sighs and holds his head in his hands.

Asking All Might out?

Yeah, right. Because that’ll go swimmingly.

Aizawa doesn’t get the chance to do it a fourth time. Instead, U.A. is closed for winter break so the students can go home and spend time with their families for the holidays. While a few of them stay behind, they celebrate in their own way, leaving the teachers to attend the hero commission’s holiday party. It’s thrown at some fancy venue with a ballroom, that of which Aizawa can’t be fucked to remember the name of. Mic drives him, anyway, so it’s not like he has to know what it’s called or where it’s at.

Once he gets there, Mic splits from him to go be the social butterfly and casually functioning alcoholic that he’s always been. He downs drink after drink, but thankfully, Nezu is nearby keeping an eye on him so Aizawa doesn’t have to (for once). Aizawa takes the opportunity to lean back against one of the less crowded walls and scan the room.

Since the end of the conflict with the PLF, any interest in Aizawa and his involvement with the U.A. scandals has died down considerably, so he’s almost returned to the familiar comfort of no one knowing who he is again- so much so that none of the paparazzi or reporters bother trying to snap pictures or get an interview with him. Though many heroes would feel stiffed by this, Aizawa is relieved as he watches All Might, who is currently experiencing the exact opposite.

At first, All Might was happily chatting with the other heroes and dancing with a lot of them (which made Aizawa somewhat jealous, but that’s another story). Now, All Might looks uncomfortable, though he does a great job at putting on a front and answering all of the reporters’ questions as if he isn’t becoming a nervous wreck with every second that passes. Eventually, All Might directs them to Mount Lady, who is currently dancing with Kamui woods. Those vultures take the opportunity to go take as many implicating photos as they can, which gives All Might the time to make an escape and slip outside of the venue. Aizawa grabs a coffee from the bar and follows the former number one hero, who he finds sitting outside on a bench a few yards away from the front door.

“Parties aren’t much your scene these days, are they?” Aizawa asks, standing behind the bench and slumping his shoulders.

“Heh,” All Might laughs, then shakes his head. “Not at all.”

“It seems like I can always find you out here when you feel out of place… Outside in the freezing cold, all by your lonesome, sitting on some bench.”

“Would you like to sit?” All Might offers.

“Sure,” Aizawa sits down next to All Might and sees that the blond is shivering due to the cold, even in a nice sweater and a scarf. So, Aizawa holds out his hot coffee and asks- “Want a sip?”

All Might looks at the coffee, then at Aizawa.

“You don’t mind?”

“Kids are petri dishes, and I’m around them all the time just fine,” Aizawa shrugs. “I doubt you’ll get me sick.”

All Might takes the cup.

“There’s no alcohol in this, right?”

“Right. I know you can’t really drink anymore. Plus, I’m not really stupid enough to drink at this sort of thing unlike all of our coworkers… I’d hate to slip up and let something embarrassing out to the press. I know those damn vultures would take full advantage of some poor inebriated idiot here- hell, they do it to Mic every year.”

“That’s true,” All Might laughs and leans back against the bench. It’s taken him a couple minutes, but he seems comfortable with Aizawa’s presence now. The smile on his face is beautiful underneath the pale moonlight, practically glimmering. Aizawa feels his cheeks burn red and prays that All Might doesn’t notice. Pausing, All Might drinks some of the coffee before continuing. “I remember last year when they got him to admit to that fling he had with Vlad King, those two were in hot water for a while… Thanks for the drink, by the way.”

“Sure.”

A few moments pass with the two men passing the coffee between each other, drinking, and chatting away. Aizawa can’t help but notice that All Might is acting a little differently- a little more at ease than he normally would. Aizawa isn’t sure how to place it until All Might sets the drink down on the middle of the bench and holds out one of his large hands.

“Hey, how about a dance?”

“Hm?”

“I think you’re the only one of our coworkers I haven’t danced with tonight,” All Might says offhandedly, which makes Aizawa’s face fall. Is it really just a platonic offer? Almost as if sensing his disappointment, All Might rushes to retract the invitation, panicking. “Then again, I understand if you aren’t interested! I know being in the spotlight isn’t really your thing and-”

“We can dance out here, if you want,” Aizawa interjects. The soft lull of the waltz music from inside can be heard echoing through the open windows. “I can still hear the music.”

“That actually sounds pretty nice,” All Might stands. “Mind if I lead?”

“Not at all.”

So, hand in hand, the two dance together outside of the venue, unbothered by the press or their fellow heroes who would ask questions. All Might’s hands are calloused and warm, and he smells like the cologne Aizawa bought him not that long ago.

“You know, it’s rare that you dress up like this,” All Might remarks, and it’s true. Aizawa wore a suit for the occasion at Mic’s pestering. He even shaved and tied his hair up to make himself look somewhat nice. Though, he didn’t expect All Might to notice. “I don’t think I’ve seen it since that last press conference.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” All Might smiles. “I like it.”

“Well, I like you,” Aizawa spits out before he can think better of it. He freezes, tripping over All Might’s feet. All Might wraps an arm around his back and pulls him into his chest to catch him. Embarrassment washes over Aizawa like a shower that’s way too hot. He rushes to explain the words away. “Wait, that’s not what I-”

“I like you, too,” All Might blurts out, much to his relief. On one hand, Aizawa is happy, but on the other, he doesn’t want to admit that Mic was right. “And um… Thanks for the stuff.”

At that, Aizawa blinks and pulls away, flustered.

“You knew it was me?”

“Well, no,” All Might answers, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “But Mic’s pretty hammered in there and-”

“He told you, didn’t he?” Aizawa huffs and facepalms with a shake of his head.

“Maybe?”

“He’s awfully lucky this just so happened to work out,” Aizawa sighs and reaches forward to grab one of All Might’s hands. Much to his delight, All Might laces their fingers together and stands by his side. “But I guess since the cat’s out of the bag, we can take this inside, right?”

“Yeah… I’d like that.”

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #erasermight #erasermight fic #eraserhead #all might #yagi toshinori #shouta aizawa #shota aizawa #fluff #oneshot #oneshots #drabble #drabbles #post-canon #post-war

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Would love your landoscar fic recs 💌

your wish is my absolute command 🫡🫡

i’ve gone back to college and started student teaching and gotten covid and adopted a kitten all in the last two weeks so i haven’t gotten to read as much but here is what i’ve got! the key is the same as the lestappen fic rec:

> (Title) +/= (Multichaptered/One-Shot)

(Summary)

!!! (Link)

• (Tags - please note these are just the tags I saw relevant to myself, double check the fics themselves for any other tags you might deem relevant!) *(Word count)

Here we go! I’m also tagging some of the bestest and loveliest authors at the bottom of the post, go send them some love!! (Putting it under a Read More for all of our collective sanity)

My one (1) work (shameless self plug heheheh):

> Thunderstruck =

Lando has a childhood fear of thunderstorms and in a record-breaking year for rainfall, Oscar Piastri becomes his new teammate.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50579323?view_adult=true

• Falling in love, Slight pining, Fluff, Humor *8.1k

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> If You’re Barbie, And I’m Barbie, Then Who’s Driving the Bus? =

Anyways, the driver room is largely quiet at the moment. But not entirely, much to Lando’s enjoyment.

Buzzing from Oscar’s headphones, loud enough for Lando to hear the words, is a song from Barbie.

Charli XCX, no less.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48940792#main

• Fluff, Comedy *800 words

> Mortifying! Anyways, =

Mortifying interaction, but he’d survive. Besides, it’s not like the cashier was that cut–

“Cute enough to make you stupid, huh Norris?” He could hear his smile before he saw his face, a proper Cheshire grin.

“Fuck off mate,” Lando groaned, already trying to scrub the cashier from his brain. Except for the Australian accent, he decided; that bit could stay. Maybe his eyes, too, as tired as they had seemed. And his hair, which looked so soft in that kind of ridiculous side part.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49328047/chapters/124474876?

• College AU, Clumsy Lando, Meet-cute *2.3k

> The New Normal =

He wears a lot of shorts.

Lando had thought that Daniel wore shorts a lot, and then along came Oscar. It must be something about Australians.

Carlos never wore shorts.

Oscar’s pale, unblemished, muscular (and hairy) thighs spill out of the team issued black shorts whenever they sit to film content, or sit in meetings, or whenever Oscar sits in Lando’s general vicinity while wearing them.

They’re not a distraction.

OR Lando’s very healthy obsession with his new teammate’s thighs.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49335997/chapters/124496539?

• Pining, Slight smut *8k

> Invocations One Fall Away From the Concrete = ♥️

“Okay,” Lando says. “What’s your power?”

“Telekinesis,” Oscar replies a little too easily, like he’s trying not to make a big deal out of it. In fact, he’s already looking back down at his form. Lando doesn’t miss the way he seems completely stumped by the ‘Birth date’ square though.

Telekinetics are far and few between. You’re probably more likely to be struck by lightning twice than to meet a telekinetic. They’re so highly sought after in the hero industry that any telekinetic baby would automatically have a net worth of at least three hundred billion US dollars the second it was born. Moreover Oscar's an Oxy. It’s like, the jackpot of jackpots. This guy’s simply unreal on paper.

Lando scrunches up his face, rolls his eyes and says, “alright.” He shrugs. “Nothing to write home about, then.”

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AKA the low-key superpowers au where they have to activate their powers doing a really specific thing. Oscar's activation is a mystery to Lando, but it involves a lot of good stuff, pinky promise. (Lando Wink™)

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49508506/chapters/124953475?

• Non-Driver AU, Superpowers AU, Roommates, Slight Angst, Fluff, Humor *10.3k

> Only Found = ♥️

“Hey, well. No strings attached, right?” Oscar says, strategically.

Lando smiles and says, “hell yeah. And now that that’s established, what’s your stance on aliens? Also, do you still want your cake?”

cinderella soulmates au where whatever you lose, your soulmate finds. except: oscar has a soulmate and lando is a No-Match, a person who doesn't have a soulmate.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49218676#main

• Non-Driver AU, Soulmates AU, Lawyer!Oscar, Streamer!Lando, Angst, Fluff *6.8k

> Carried Away =

"Oscar," Lando said. "Don't hate me, alright, but I've—”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48871015#main

• Non-Driver AU, Fake Relationship, Angst, Fluff, Humor *22.1k

> Little Bit of Love =

“I’m freezing,” Lando says. Whines, really. “Don’t be mean, Oscar, I feel like shit.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49143811

• Sick fic, Fluff, Realization of Feelings *4.7k

> Signed Sealed =

Delivered

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48959461#main

• Text fic, NSFW pics *4.3k

> Smokeshow =

Because Oscar won the American football challenge, Lando had to wear the cheerleader uniform.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48546973#main

• Smut, Cheerleader uniform Lando, Brat!Lando *3.5k

> I’ll Kiss You First =

“Uh,” Oscar says, when they’re in the car on their way to the airport. “I think you’re—um. Going into heat, mate.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47264011#main

• A/B/O, Alpha!Oscar, Omega!Lando, Smut *3.1k

> Sunflower Seeds =

Not worth dwelling on, really. Oscar doesn’t have to understand him to be on his team. If he were a pitcher, it would be different; Oscar has to get his pitchers in order to do his job as a catcher well. Lando isn’t a pitcher, though. So it’s fine.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49596088/chapters/125175172?

• Non-Driver AU, Baseball AU, Realization of Feelings, Fluff *8.6k

> Chronically Bitchless But Still Wifed Up = ♥️

Lando wasn’t above throwing his weight around in order to get what he wanted, at least in some circumstances. And he wanted to meet Oscar Piastri.

In general, he wanted to go to a MotoGP weekend and probably could have either bought tickets and waited around there like a normal person or asked one of his actual sort-of friends in the paddock to hang out in their garage, but the more specific desire was to meet Oscar Piastri.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49301212#main

• MotoGP!Oscar, Driver!Lando, Fluff, Humor *8.3k

> Negative Splits =

So officially, Oscar Piastri, pretty good steepler and pretty bad pacer, was now a professional runner.

They wanted him to steeple, mostly, though he’d be doing cross country in the fall, and Lando had pinky promised him, mid-distance guy to mid-distance guy, that if he wanted to get into the 3k flat indoor then he would get him in.

Oscar didn’t really want to ask how he planned on doing that. Felt safer not to ask.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48161206#main

• Non-Driver AU, Professional Runner AU, Injuries, Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort *10.1k

> Thinkin Bout Your Touch =

Lando’s brain gets so occupied by the thought it shouldn’t come as a surprise really, when a few rounds later Oscar says, “Dare.” Lando blurts out, “Let me suck your dick.”

There’s a long, awkward silence in which they just stare at each other, Oscar’s expression completely unreadable. “Uh,” he eventually says. “I think a dare is something I’m supposed to do.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48704749?view_adult=true#main

• PWP, Blowjob *2.3k

> I’ve Tasted Blood (And I Want More) =

Lando grabs a pillow and hits him with it, while Oscar laughs loudly. His fangs are on full display, white and sharp and pretty. “You know what I mean, you dickhead!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Oscar says, eyes twinkling. “You want me to use you as a human Capri Sun. You know, like a weirdo.”

“God, you’re making this so much worse than it is,” Lando says, burying his face in his hands. It’s. Well, it’s embarrassing, but Oscar also hasn’t outright said no, so. You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pound. “So, will you?” And then, just in case, he adds. “Suck my blood?”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48136999#main

• Vampire!Oscar, PWP *5.6k

> Legerdemain =

“You’re so modest it’s disgusting,” Lando says. “Michelle’s told me all about it. You winning against some master back in Australia. Anyways, she wants to hop on the bandwagon, get us to play chess, take photos after the weekend. She thinks you could teach me. It would show that you’re pedantic and that I’m pushing past my comfort zone...”

Oscar scoffs. “If Michelle’s only taking photos, why do I need to teach you it? Couldn’t we just pose with a chess set, like the Williams drivers?”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49690744/chapters/125422075?

• Chess, Humor, Sexual Tension *5.8k

> What You Do To Me =

“Oh,” Oscar says, because what else are you supposed to say when your teammate says ‘I wish I still had a girlfriend so I could fuck some of that frustration out of me’. “I mean. I uh. I could give you a blowjob? I’d suggest a fuck but I don’t have any lube on me right now and I’m guessing you don’t either.”

Huh, would you look at that. Looks like the award for ‘most insane statement of the night’ doesn’t go to Lando after all.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47993518?view_adult=true#main

• PWP, Blowjob *2.5k

> Purring in My Lap (cause he loves me) =

The cat thing ends up getting sort of explained in Bahrain, when Lando walks into his driver room and finds a small orange cat sitting on his couch.

Oscar’s cat, presumably.

And he kind of looks like Oscar, too. Slender, lean, and with a slightly grumpy, unimpressed expression on his face. It makes Lando laugh a little. Like owner, like pet, clearly. “Should I just call you Oscat, then,” Lando jokes, giving the cat a little head scratch.

The cat, Oscat, stops rubbing at Lando’s hand and just stares at him instead. Lando would almost say he was looking at him disapprovingly, but it is a cat, so he’s probably just imagining things.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47878867#main

• Cat!Oscar, Fluff, Slight Angst *5k

> In Limbo =

“So what, you like me?”

Tick this box for yes, and this box for no. Fold it tight. Slide the paper under the desk. Don’t let anyone see.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49619383#main

• PWP, Dubious Consent *2.3k

> Eyes on Me =

He just doesn’t understand why Oscar stares so much.

It first comes to his attention at the pre-season media shoots. They have to be photographed in the new gear, and the new suits, and all the while a video camera is rolling to capture content for some behind the scenes pre-season footage. Lando likes to look back at the content they film, just to see how awkward he is.

He looks over some of the test photos while the videos load, and he sees Oscar’s eyes on him a lot of the time. Lando’s own are on the camera, his posture relaxed as he goes through the motions of what the team asks of him.

Lando notices just how much Oscar stares at him, until one day he realises just how much he stares back.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49769368#main

• Mutual Pining *3.8k

> Home Is Wherever You Are =

‘You know, we could ask Carlos to babysit tonight,’ Lando mumbled against his mouth.

Oscar pulled back and hit his husband’s chest while laughing at him and shaking his head.

‘The man just arrived, babe, we can’t ask that right away!’

Lando pouted and pulled Oscar back against his chest. ‘But it’s been so long since it’s just been the two of us.’

OR: Lando and Oscar spend the day with their daughter and friends before finally having some alone time

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49909321

• Kid!fic, Established Relationship, Fluff *4.1k

> Grand Theft August =

Oscar Piastri, eh? It's not the worst idea he's ever had.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49975555?view_adult=true#main

• Angst, Humor, Smut *6.9k

> We’re All in the Butter But Some of Us Are Looking At the Cars = ♥️

Under it, the cross stitch with the Mandela quote, there was another one. A different one. Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars. Stars, again. And then the one beneath that was also about stars. Weird, he thought, then went to the till to wait for his sister.

Above the pile, too high for twelve year old Oscar to read, a sign was stamped. SECTION #13: REACH FOR THE STARS.

Twenty two year old Oscar rests his nose to the glass and looks at the clouds.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49696357

• Angst, Slow burn, Prose, Realization of Feelings *14.3k

> Terraforming =

“WORMHOLES! An Einstein brain child. They are created when FTL objects puncture the bed sheet that is our universe. Going through them should be a trip through timespace, which sounds cool, except it’s not because we never know what’s on the other side—”

“I think you meant fabric, not bed sheet,” Oscar says.

Lando rolls his eyes. “It’s a metaphor, mate.”

“For what?”

“For like. The fabric of the universe.”

“Huh.”

“Shut up.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50099659

• Space AU, Non-Linear Narrative, Angst, Happy Ending *8.8k <- I literally haven’t read this yet because it was uploaded today but i love enzo and all their stuff is fantastic so i’m rec’ing it anyway :)

> Superdense Neutron Star//Post Supernova +

It felt good to laugh. Thursdays already kind of sucked, all of the walking and talking and nothing to do, even when he wasn’t being drilled on the abrupt shift of his career. It was manageable because it had to be; because there was half a season left and a championship spot left to fight for and a team that was still his home, even if he’d just been delivered the eviction notice.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49981615/chapters/126195823

• Angst, Fluff, Ambiguous Ending *21.8k <- i also have not had the time to read this one because of life, but i trust leaf with my feelings (and my life) so this also goes on the list.

EDIT 11/5: More additions to the list!

> Unraveled =

Lando does not have a thing for his roommate.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50085112/chapters/126476167?

• Non-Driver AU, Roommate AU, Bartender!Lando, Realization of Feelings *7.1k

> It’s Not Queerbaiting, It’s Saving the World =

Lando bursts into Oscar’s room without knocking. He’s red in the face and panting, sweat collecting on his forehead like he just ran a marathon.

“You need to kiss me.”

or, the drivers stage a protest, of sorts. Oscar might lose his mind.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49710619#main

• Fluff, Humor *1.6k

> Melepathic. Or Something =

“Thank God we used condoms,” mutters Oscar later, when they’re presentable, no doubt thinking back to last week when they. Well. Lando peeks out the door to check if the hallway is clear. It is.

“Yeah,” he says as he gestures Oscar out. “See you in a few, mate.” Oscar slips through and Lando picks up his phone again, sees a new message. Up for some fun tonight?

sure, says Lando after a moment. Amen to short refractory periods and all that.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47589115#main

• Smut, Miscommunication, Happy Ending, FWB *8.5k

> What Would You Do (If I Went To Touch You Now?) =

“Okay, so they both like each other. We need to get them together.”

“How? Lando’s too freaked out to think straight and Oscar is the human embodiment of the standing man emoji.”

Charles purses his lips for a moment before he snatches his boyfriend’s phone up from the other side of the table.

“What are you doing?”

“Initiating Mission Landoscar.”

“Did you just make that up?”

Charles waves at him dismissively as he begins texting, and Max lays his head down on the coffee table and prays for strength.

***

In which Max tries to prove to an oblivious Charles how glaringly obvious it is that Lando is head over heels in love with Oscar. When Charles finally gets with the program, Lestappen go on A Mission™ to get the two idiots to admit their feelings for each-other, but it’s easier said than done.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48745483/chapters/122963314

• Lestappen as a plot device, Angst, Slight Smut, Fluff, Humor, Texting, Escape Room Shenanigans *29.7

> Soft Vanilla Foreplay = ♥️

“Oh shit, you’re,” Lando gasps, smiles. “You’re a. You’re Robin Hood. You’re a kitty Robin Hood.”

Oscar stops grinding. “Can we have this talk tomorrow?”

Lando laughs and comes down to place a kiss on Oscar’s lips. “Yeah. Oh yeah. Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be great. I’m sooooo busy right now. Hmm.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50382910/chapters/127293583?

• Vigilantes, Cat!Oscar, Hacker!Lando, Non-Driver AU, Slight angst, Humor, Happy Ending *8.6k

> Is it Gay to Watch Your Teammate on TikTok? (Asking for a friend) +

He’s sitting on the bed, dinner long since picked at, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He feels close to hyperventilating.

It’s playing on loop, some sappy little edit captioned “i need to find someone to look at me the same way oscar looks at lando”.

And really, who the fuck was going to tell him that Oscar smiles at him like that?

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/127611460?

• Fluff, Humor, Ship aware Lando (containment breach of RPF), Pining *4.6k

> HOCKEY!!! Shrimp Colors :) =

Montreal puts Oscar on waivers after years - years of bouncing from the feeder team up to the league, and then back down. Edmonton picks him up.

Edmonton keeps him. Lando does, too.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50562061/chapters/127728067?

• Non-Driver AU, Hockey AU, Leaf puts sports boys into other sports, Angst, Fluff *13.8k

> My Shelter in a Hurricane =

Oscar wants to help Lando get better after the disappointment of Qatar's GP qualification. He doesn't know how...

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50639854/chapters/127923673?

• Fluff, Established Relationship, Post-Qatar Quali, Slight Angst *1.4k

> Pretty When You Cry =

Lando wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry, rip his hairs out, punch a hole into a wall, maybe shove someone, or maybe all of the above.

Or: the mclaren boys comfort each other after that shipwreck of a qualifying.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50624551?view_adult=true#main

• Fluff, Slight Angst *1.4k

> Already Home = ♥️

Lando takes a deep steadying breath. “I think I might be in love with Oscar.” He says, and hates how immediately when he says the words, he knows it’s true.

“Right,” Max says, nodding. “And?”

“What do you mean, ‘and?’” Lando says, a little outraged. “I can’t be in love with him! We’re married! This is like, a disaster waiting to happen!”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50704861/chapters/128087614?

• Non-Driver AU, Fake Marriage, Falling in Love, Angst, Humor, Fluff *32.5k

> Do You Like Me? Y/N =

oscar & lando have an awkward plane conversation, aided by uquiz.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50706235/chapters/128091004?

• Fluff *3.8k

> Recreate the Sun =

“You know who you sound like when you say that?” Lando asks absently, tossing the open bag of Skittles to one side and hoisting himself up the bed to rest against the pillows, head tipped back, the jut of his Adam’s apple catching stark in the TV’s flickering light.

On some level, Oscar already knows what’s coming. The Cheshire cat grin Lando gives to the ceiling near enough confirms it.

“Who?”

“Mark Webber.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48632239

• PWP, Weed use, Oscar/Mark mentions *3k

> Landoscar Cooking Show =

Lando and Oscar's love story through food-related posts on Instagram

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50825998#main

• Picture fic, Social media fic, Fluff *0k

> Little Renaissance = ♥️

And Oscar - people said he didn’t like the spotlight, didn’t know how to capture it and keep it the way Lando did. They always compared the two of them, in that regard. Even after Oscar left. But they weren’t right, the strangers, not after the first year at least.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50824324/chapters/128393929?

• Future Fic, Retirement, Angst, Pining, Acceptance, Happy Ending, Prose *14.2k

> Those Magic Changes =

“Yeah, right.” Oscar’s beer tastes stale in his mouth. “Sure there’s other perks though, right?”

Logan’s attention has been taken by his phone. Probably a girl, Oscar thinks, or his Mom. Maybe there’s a particularly big fish being shared in the family group chat. He types out a message then locks it with purpose, chucking it face down on the table.

“Yeah, I mean. You know what they say happens when you podium, right? The girl thing?”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49308133#main

• Fem!Oscar, Smut, PWP *7.8k

> Sometimes I Start To Think You Hate Me Too =

Lando seems to have come to the conclusion that his strategy of appeasing him isn't working, so he opts for being impersonal, objective. "You were optimistic, Carlos locked up, you both crashed. It was a racing incident, and you - you are being dumb about it."

It doesn't work.

He scoffs, upset, he has never left anything well alone, he digs his heels deeper. "I wasn't too optimistic, I was inexperienced, was I not?"

OR,

The deep fear of yearning, wanting and needing without understanding the jealousy that consumes you. Breaking and breathing heavily under an awfully put facade of everything going well.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49659349/chapters/125339467?

• Angst, Inner Turmoil, Fluff, Happy Ending *3.7k

> Mine =

All in all, it’d been a shit weekend for Oscar. He knew he was beating himself up over understandable, expected rookie mistakes, he knew it was a great learning opportunity, he knew that the damage to his car hadn’t been entirely his fault on both occasions. Even if he didn’t show it or express it outwardly, it stung to watch his teammate stand on the podium - P3 - after all that’d happened. It hurt even more when that P3 became P2 before they’d even finished celebrating.

Lando moved up in the championship, so did the team. He deserved it, but it hurt like a bitch.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/51053692?view_adult=true#main

• PWP, Dom!Oscar *2.8k

> Sanctus = ♥️

“Nessun maggior dolore che ricordarsi del tempo felice ne la miseria,” Oscar read. Recited. Proclaimed.

“There is no greater sorrow than thinking back upon a happy time in misery,” Lando echoed.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50752399/chapters/128207113?

• Renaissance AU, Non-Driver AU, Angst, Master/Servant Relationship, Religious Imagery, Fluff, Happy Ending *5.5k

> Anything Less Than Human =

Oscar doesn’t really do entrances. Sure, in high society, it’s deemed necessary to stand at the top of some ridiculous staircase and wait for someone to announce your arrival. But that really only works in your favor if your name has any kind of good status associated with it.

Oscar’s not fortunate enough to fall into that category.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49902154/chapters/125979850?

• Vampire!Oscar, Masquerade Ball, Consensual Blood Sucking *2.7k

That’s all for now folks!

Authors (i love and cherish u all, you’re simply the light of my life):

@wanderingblindly @eisenberg @ocontraire @celientjeee @nyoomfruits @gaslybottoms and @ venerat (ao3 user)

P.S. whoever the nonnies are that wrote “Grand Theft August” and “We’re All in the Butter but Some of us are Watching the Cars” i would literally pay you to step on me, thanks and good night.

#fic rec #oscar piastri #lando norris #landoscar #landoscar fic rec #mctwinks #mclaren #formula one fic rec #formula one #f1

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 4) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 4

You think about Tenko more now, but you’re allowed to – he’s your patient, and if he was your patient at the clinic, you’d expect to see him for a follow-up on the four gunshot wounds you cleaned and dressed. You’re allowed to think about him, so you think about him. You think about him a lot.

The thoughts take two directions. One is just wondering about him – how he’s feeling, how he spends his days, what he’s thinking about, what he thinks of you, whether he’s thought about you at all. The other is thinking about the situation he’s in. His parents and grandparents and his sister are dead. He’s been missing for fifteen years. He’s got a quirk and he’s a villain, ambitious and strategic enough to target UA High and escape alive, albeit badly injured. His guardian is a cloud of mist in a suit with some kind of split personality. And there’s someone else in his world – two someone elses. The doctor he referenced, who wouldn’t help him, and the one he calls Sensei, who gave him his new name and a hand to wear over his face and set him up to fail.

You think about Tenko a lot, but you can’t think about him all the time, because now that you’re a nurse, you’re twice as busy as you were before. The doctors expect more of you, and so do the other nurses – and so do the MAs and CNAs and high school students who are starting their apprenticeships, since you now have three years’ experience to go with your reputation for smoothing things over with difficult patients. Your friends keep you busy, too. They might call Kazuo to find out if something’s wrong with them, but they call you to find out what to do about it.

“You need to get a scan,” you say to Yoshimi for probably the fifth time. “I know you don’t want to –”

“It’s weird!”

“Not any weirder than whatever Yoji does when the two of you are at second base,” you say, and in the background of the call, someone snickers. If you had to guess, you’d say it’s Mitsuko – she has the guts to bully Yoshimi into making the call, combined with the brass balls to feel comfortable eavesdropping. “It’s called a mammogram. You’d have to start getting them at some point anyway, just like we all do. It’s just to make sure there’s nothing weird going on.”

“Stop it. You’re freaking her out for no reason.” Yoji’s there, too. “It’s probably just an STD.”

You’re stunned into silence for a second by the sheer classlessness of saying that about one’s own girlfriend, but you bounce back fast. “First of all, they’re called STIs, genius. Secondly, there’s not an STI on the planet that gives you nipple discharge. Yoshimi, get the scan. I’ll go with you if you want. Just get it done.”

“Can I do it at your clinic?”

“Uh –” You glance at the Imaging queue. Things look quiet, but you can’t count on that to last – but if you report Yoshimi’s symptoms, which include soreness, nipple discharge, and what she describes as a weird rash, you’re pretty sure the doctor on call will bump her to the head of the line. “Yeah, come in now. I can’t stick around after my shift, though. I have stuff to do tonight.”

“Ooh, stuff. Let me see –” There’s some rustling, which you can only assume is Mitsuko grabbing the phone. “Is stuff tall, dark, handsome, way too serious, and currently working as a sidekick?”

“That would be stuff,” you admit. “It’s not a big deal. We’re just grabbing a drink after our shifts.”

For the first time since you and Kazuo broke up, you have a date, and it’s Kazuo’s fault. Or maybe it’s you and your friends’ fault, because you decided to throw Kazuo a twentieth birthday party and invited a few of his friends from UA. One of those friends is Sugimura Hiroki, who fits perfectly with your type of dark-haired boys who want to be heroes and who’s so painfully shy that it took him six beers and the entire party to talk to you. You were sort of weirded out by that. You’re not very intimidating, and you spent the first half of the conversation trying to figure out if he knew you were quirkless, since you learned the hard way that it’s something you need to disclose up front. But the two of you eventually worked your way around to the point, which was that Sugimura wants to get to know you better, and he tripped over his tongue so badly that you finally just asked him out to end the suspense.

It’s taken you a while to actually schedule the date, but tonight’s the night, and you’re sort of anxious about it. Luckily, work is busy enough to keep you distracted. Your lunch break ends while Mitsuko is still going into increasingly nasty speculations about Sugimura’s physical attributes, and you hang up the phone without saying goodbye.

There’s a message waiting for you on your computer, from the front desk. FOF. Can you take him?

It’s not Tenko. You know Tenko wouldn’t come here again. You send the same message you did when it was him. How F are we talking?

Jumpy, talking to himself, chainsmoking. He’s in costume.

“In costume” could literally mean that the patient’s wearing a costume, but it’s also code for when the front desk thinks the patient’s a villain. You’re used to dealing with villains by now. Send him back.

When the knock on the door comes, you’re ready and waiting, and the CNA ushers in a tall man in a black-and-grey bodysuit – so “in costume” was literal this time around – and a paper bag over his head. You’re momentarily transfixed by the paper bag, and more so when you realize that he’s bringing a lighted cigarette to his mouth while wearing something highly flammable on his face. The CNA shuts the door and bolts. You face your patient and introduce yourself. “Have a seat if you feel comfortable doing so. What brings you in today?”

“I’m not – whole.”

That’s concerning. “Are you injured?” Your concern grows when he gestures at his face. “It would really help if I could see the injury. Can you take the bag off?”

He shakes his head. Instead he reaches into his pocket and produces a torn full-face mask. You look at him, then at him, putting the pieces together. “How do you feel right now?”

He doesn’t answer – maybe can’t answer – so you default to the face chart you use when little kids aren’t able to express how they feel in words. Your patient points to scared, stressed, anxious, angry. Then he throws in happy, possibly to mess with you, or to distract you from the fact that the first four emotions indicate that he’s ready to snap at any second. “How about this?” you ask, after thinking it over. “I can ask the doctor to give you something that will help you calm down –”

“Please!” The patient bursts out. Drug-seeking? “No, I don’t need it, sister! I’m so calm it’s hard to believe.”

“Okay, then we’ll just have it here in case you decide you want it. As an option,” you say, keeping your voice smooth and calm. “Either way, this is a quiet place to wait. You’re safe in here with me. And if you want, I can sew up your mask for you. Would that help?”

“You can do that?”

“Easily,” you say. “Can I see it for a second? I need to make sure I grab the right thread.”

The patient hands the mask over, which is a good sign. You’ve established at least a little bit of trust. You examine the mask and decide that you’ll need the thinnest-gauge needle and thread you have. “I can definitely fix this,” you tell the patient. “It might look a little rough, but it’ll cover you up like it did before. And it should last until you get where you’re going.”

The patient nods. You stand up. “I’m going to get some supplies, and a little anxiety medication if you decide you want it. I’ll be right back, okay? Just wait here.”

The patient nods again. Given how labile his mood is, you need to be fast about this, and get back before he gets upset or decides to leave. You step out the door and shut it behind you, heading for the supply closet, but you’re waylaid on the way there by one of the doctors. “We need you up front. Now.”

“I can’t. I have a patient, and he’s –”

“I don’t care. We’ve got a hero coming to visit, and we need somebody to keep things calm,” the doctor says. Shit. “Figure out what they want, get them as little of it as you can get away with, and get them out of here.”

“Which hero?”

The doctor shakes his head. Great. “Just hurry.”

You can’t go just yet. “My patient’s got a lot of anxiety and he’s in costume. I need him to stay calm. Can you –”

“2mg diazepam. I’ll put it in the chart.” The doctor unlocks one of the medicine cabinets, extracts a prefilled dosage cup, and hands it to you. “Go.”

Diazepam is long-acting. Hopefully long-acting enough to keep your patient quiet while you get rid of the hero. You skitter back down the hall with the dosage cup and hand it over to the patient, along with a tiny bottle of water to wash it down. “I’ll be right back. Just finding the right thread.”

The patient downs the pill dry, which is both good and bad for you. You shut the door again and head for the lobby. You don’t make it there. A cloud of black mist boils up around you, swallowing you whole.

By the time your feet hit the familiar wooden floor of the bar, you’re already out of patience. “No. Send me back right now.”

“Shigaraki Tomura has need of you. You will assist him.”

“Not right now I won’t. You snatched me from work,” you say. You’re facing the wall and the All Might poster again, and you don’t want to turn around. If you see Tenko, it’ll make it harder to say no. “If I go missing, people will notice. Is he dying?”

“No,” Kurogiri says.

“Is he in imminent danger of dying?”

“No.”

“Then send me back,” you say. If Tenko’s asked Kurogiri to get you, it means he needs medical assistance – or follow-up. You’ve needed to follow up anyway. “I can come back later.”

“No, I need you right now!”

“How much later?” Kurogiri asks, ignoring Tenko’s protest.

You think it over. You can dispense with the hero situation quickly, stitch your patient’s mask, and sneak out of work early. They’ll have to give you the emergency time off. You’ve never asked before in three years of working there. “Ninety minutes.”

“That’s too long. Kurogiri, don’t let her leave!”

“Ninety minutes. I’ll be in the alley behind the clinic.” You ignore Tenko, too, in favor of focusing on Kurogiri. He’s the one who decides if you leave or not. “All right?”

The mist wells up around you again, which counts as a yes. You land on your feet in the hallway, reorient yourself, and head for the lobby again. Tenko wants you again – needs you, your stupid brain corrects – but he’s going to have to wait for you to sort this out.

The hero in the lobby is Uwabami, the Snake Hero, and she’s got two sidekicks with her. No, students. You recognize one of them from your limited viewing of the UA Sports Festival and feel a spike of guilt run through you. She’s from Class 1-A. The same class Tenko tried to kill.

You don’t need to think about that, and you don’t need to feel guilty, because you didn’t do anything to her. You force yourself to focus. Uwabami wouldn’t have brought high school students here if she was doing any kind of investigating, which means your patient and any others who might be nervous around law enforcement are probably safe. The question of why she’s here still remains. You step forward. “Welcome to Yokohama Free Clinic South. What can we help you with today?”

“We’re on patrol,” Uwabami says. “My interns gave some feedback that our patrol involved a little too much publicity –”

The students look unrepentant. Good for them. “So we’re engaging in some down-to-earth patrolling,” Uwabami continues. “Tell us about how heroes support your clinic.”

Heroes don’t support your clinic. Most heroes strongly dislike the free clinic network, and the feeling is mutual, for a bunch of reasons you’re more than willing to articulate. Then you think better of it. Picking a fight with a hero in front of hero students is a bad move if you want to get out of here any time soon, and if you’re going to keep helping Tenko, you need to stay completely off the heroic radar. You focus on the students instead. “You’re on internships, right? They’re supposed to show you what life will be like as a hero.”

“Yes,” the girl who’s not from 1-A says. “They’re supposed to.”

“We have a program like that here, too,” you say. You gesture for them to come forward, and they desert their supervising hero at high speed. “A lot of our nurses and techs started working here in high school. Let me introduce you.”

You’re on much more solid ground talking about this. This clinic and this program saved your ass – without their sponsorship, you’d never have been able to get around your quirklessness as a barrier to nursing school, and you started getting on-the-job clinical training while most other nursing students were stuck in the classroom. You catch yourself evangelizing a little bit, but you don’t think it’s the worst thing in the world to do. You’re proud of the work you do as part of the clinic. It’s nice to get to talk about it.

You clear the hero students out in half an hour, hoping you’ve impressed them even a little bit, then hurry back to your patient. The diazepam’s kicked in nicely, and he chatters away to you while you stitch the tear in his mask. You learn that his name is Jin, or Bubaigawara, or Twice, which you’d guess are his first name, his family name, and his villain name, in that order. He doesn’t say how his mask got torn and you don’t ask, but you send him on his way in a better mood than before. “Thanks, sister,” he says on his way out the door. “You could be worse. You’re a saint!”

Different tone, different pitch, completely different meaning between the first sentence and the second. It reminds you of Kurogiri. You know enough villains now that you can compare them to one another. You shake your head, bemused, then head back inside. Time to guilt-trip your boss into letting you leave two hours early.

Your guilt-trip is successful, mostly because of how you handled the hero situation, but as you’re trying to sneak out, Yoshimi arrives for her scan. After you cajoled her into the office, you can’t abandon her to some random tech. You do abandon Mitsuko in the waiting room, though – she says the words “nipple discharge” as loudly as possible, then starts picking on the scant amount of makeup you did for your date. You don’t feel bad at all for leaving her behind.

Yoshimi’s scan goes quickly, and just like you feared, it nets her a follow-up appointment at the main branch of the free clinic tomorrow. Tomorrow’s your day off. You promise her you’ll go with her – you, and not Mitsuko or Yoji – then talk the doctor into sending her home with a dose of a different anti-anxiety medication than the one you got for Twice. Then you check your phone for the time. Almost ninety minutes exactly. You race out to the alley.

The mist engulfs you almost the instant you set foot in the alley, and you’re in the bar a moment later, facing Kurogiri. Tenko’s nowhere to be found, and before you can ask the question, Kurogiri turns and sets off through a doorway, deeper into the recesses of the building. You follow him, wondering if this counts as being taken to a secondary location. Or maybe the bar counts as the secondary location, even though you’ve been here before. Either way, you’ve listened to way too many of Mitsuru’s true-crime podcasts.

Kurogiri leads you into an absolutely filthy room. The floor is covered – empty wrappers, empty cans, old newspapers and magazines, plastic cases for game disks and chips. You have a bad feeling about who lives here, and when Kurogiri clears his throat and speaks up, you’re proven right. “Shigaraki Tomura. I have brought the girl.”

The only semi-organized spot in the room is a desk with two monitors on it, a keyboard in front of it, and Tenko slumped down with his head pillowed on one arm. He looks up, and for a split second, you can see that he’s happy even behind the hand. Then his face turns bright red and his expression twists into a snarl. “I told you not to bring her in here! Get out!”

You don’t need to be told twice. You duck out the door and retreat about twenty feet down the hallway, listening as Kurogiri tries to placate Tenko. “You asked for her to be brought to you immediately, not for me to summon you when she arrived. I followed your orders to the letter.”

“I didn’t want –” Tenko breaks off, swears. Then he mumbles something, and Kurogiri chuckles. “Don’t laugh at me!”

You check your phone. You aren’t supposed to meet Sugimura until eight, but you’ve got no idea how long this particular encounter is going to run. You might need to tell him you’re running late. You’ve just sent the text and tucked your phone away when Kurogiri reappears. “We will return to the bar,” he says. “Shigaraki Tomura awaits you there.”

So Kurogiri warped him to the bar. You wonder what that was all about. Was Tenko embarrassed that you saw how filthy his room was, or just embarrassed that you saw his room at all? Or did he change his mind about wanting you here? The last thought upsets you. You follow Kurogiri back into the bar and find Tenko sitting at the counter. It’s an improvement from the last time you saw him, when he was sprawled out and bleeding from four gunshot wounds, but this time he’s got his arms crossed, clearly pissed about something. His face is still red behind the hand. There’s a bloodstained bandage taped to his right shoulder.

A pile of supplies appears on the bar as you come closer. “What happened this time?”

“It wouldn’t stop bleeding.” Tenko uncrosses his left arm to gesture at the wound. “This is the fourth one I’ve used.”

If he’s gone through four bandages, it must be pretty deep. “How long ago did it happen?”

“Two hours,” Kurogiri says. “Shigaraki Tomura sent me to retrieve you immediately.”

“Can you fix it or not?” Tenko snaps.

“I need to see it first,” you say. You come a few steps closer, sit down facing Tenko on the barstool next to his, and reach for the bandage. He doesn’t stop you from unwrapping it, and you detour to glove up before you start peeling the fabric of his shirt back from the wound. It’s oozing blood rapidly. It’s jagged at the edges, and deep – if you suctioned the blood away, you’d be looking at exposed muscle, and you’re so horrified by the fact that Tenko’s been badly hurt again that you ask a question you shouldn’t. “How did this happen?”

“Hero Killer,” Tenko says, and your stomach lurches. “I thought he might be useful, but he’s just like the rest of them. Obsessed with the precious Symbol of Peace.”

You don’t know very much about the Hero Killer, except that he kills or cripples heroes and he’s not in Yokohama any longer. Tenko’s still ranting. “Why can’t anybody shut up about All Might? Don’t they know –”

“That he’s not gonna fuck them?” you interrupt, and Tenko nearly chokes. “I guess they can dream.”

Tenko’s expression is contorting behind the hand. You’re pretty sure it’s not the result of your explorations of the wound, because you’re not touching it. You watch, concerned, as his shoulders shake and his mouth twitches, until awkward, rusty laughter finally issues from his mouth.

You always try to make people laugh. You’ve been in the habit since you were little. It’s an effective strategy for defusing tension, whether the joke is funny or not, and your jokes are usually at least kind of funny. But you always liked making Tenko laugh when you were kids. You were always just a little prouder of that than you were with other people. Tenko made people smile all the time. He deserved for somebody to make him laugh, too.

Tenko’s laughter is brief and uneven, because he’s trying to get it under control. “Stop it,” he finally snaps at you. His mouth is still twitching. “It’s serious.”

“Right,” you agree. But you can’t resist another joke. “It would be a novel strategy. If you can’t beat the Symbol of Peace, make him unfuckable instead.”

“I can beat him,” Tenko says, but his voice is strained to the point of snapping, and his shoulders are shaking again. “Can you fix my arm or not?”

“I can fix it,” you say, “but I’ll need a suture kit. And I’ll either need to cut your sleeve or you’ll need to take your shirt off.”

“I’m not taking my shirt off.” Tenko’s face is red again. “It’s ruined anyway. Just cut it.”

You cut his sleeve open from the neckline and peel it back, then go looking through the medical supplies. Kurogiri took your advice about additions to their supplies, and nothing turned up missing at work, which means they honored your request to steal from someone else. You’ve got local anesthetic this time, which is good, because you need it. You start numbing the edges of the wound, asking every so often if Tenko can feel what you’re doing. When he stops saying yes, you open the suture kit.

It’s a bit weird, but putting stitches in is one of your favorite parts of the job. You can get in the zone with it, even when the patient wants to talk. Tenko wants to talk. “People talk about the League of Villains out there. Don’t they?” he asks. You nod. “What do they say?”

“Um –” You’re not sure this is an answer Tenko wants to hear. “They’re wondering why the attack on UA happened.”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Like, if there was a message behind it,” you elaborate. You need to be careful, with the stitches and with this line of thought. “More than just killing All Might, because lots of villains want to do that. If there was a message, it didn’t get out. The police and UA haven’t shared much information – not even how the breach happened in the first place.”

Tenko scoffs. “They don’t have a clue. They won’t see it coming the next time we hit them, either.”

He’s planning something else. Your blood runs cold, and for a moment you’re torn about whether or not to ask. Tenko makes the decision for you. “What else do they say about the League?”

“Not very much, otherwise,” you say, and Tenko swears. “There are a lot of villains, just like there are a lot of heroes. People talk about the ones they see the most of.”

“Which heroes do you talk about?”

“I don’t really talk about heroes.” You tie off a stitch, trim the thread to the appropriate length, and take another. “One of my friends has this nasty crush on Endeavor, so we talk about him sometimes, but otherwise – no.”

“Your friend has a crush on Endeavor,” Tenko repeats.

“Like I said. Nasty.”

You’re conscious of Tenko staring at you, and you will your face not to heat up under his gaze. You don’t even know why he’s staring, and you’ve got stitches to do, so it doesn’t matter. Your phone buzzes in your pocket – probably Sugimura, probably confirming your date. A date you’re not sure you want to go on anymore. Did you ever really want to go on it? Or did you just say yes because –

“You look weird.”

You look up from the stitches, startled. “Huh?”

“You look weird,” Tenko repeats. “Your clothes are different and you’ve got stuff on your face.”

Tenko and Mitsuko feel the same about your makeup skills, apparently. “Sorry.”

“Why do you look like that?” Tenko presses. You tie off his next stitch. “Are you going on a date or something?”

You answer without thinking about whether it’s the smart thing to do. “Yes.”

It’s quiet for a long stretch of seconds. “Go on your date, then,” Tenko says. His voice is flat. “I don’t need you.”

It stings. You don’t want it to, but it does, and you look down at the cut on his shoulder so he won’t see it on your face. “You still need a few more stitches. At least let me finish them.”

“No. Get out.” Tenko jerks out of your grip. You barely have enough time to cut the hanging thread on your last stitch. “I don’t want you here. Kurogiri –”

“Shigaraki Tomura, I’m not sure that’s wise.”

“I didn’t ask you!” Tenko swats at you open-handed and you leap backwards. “Get out! I don’t –”

You don’t hear the end of that sentence. Kurogiri warps you away too fast, and possibly saves your life. He drops you back in the alley behind the clinic, holding half a suture kit and still wearing bloodstained gloves. You peel them off and dump them into the garbage, furious with yourself. You shouldn’t have said that. You shouldn’t have talked about your life at all, and above all else, you should have remembered that you were talking to a villain, not your best friend – that whatever’s left of your best friend isn’t enough. He’s angry with you, and he’s been having you followed. Just how angry is he? Angry enough to hurt you? Or angry enough to never talk to you again?

You’re sickened and more than a little scared to realize that you’re more frightened of the latter possibility than the former. It’s entirely possible that you’ve never been in less of a mood to go on a date.

But you do go on the date, because you said you would, and it’s – fine. There’s nothing to complain about, but there’s nothing to be excited about, either. You and Sugimura hug to say goodbye, and you promise to text each other about setting up another one, and then you walk home. Mitsuko texts you, wanting details, or DETAILS, but you’ve got nothing to share. It was just a date, and no matter how many times you try to tell yourself otherwise, you’re angry about it.

Not because of Sugimura asking you out, not because you agreed, not because you went. Because you told Tenko and gave him a reason to get rid of you. Why does this keep happening? Why do you keep finding him and losing him, over and over again? What is it going to take for you to hold on?

“So how was the date?”

The voice emanates from the alleyway on your right and you nearly jump out of your skin. Tenko’s there, hand down from over his face, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He hasn’t changed his shirt. “I didn’t think heroes were your type.”

“They aren’t.”

“Then why were you on a date with one?”

“He asked.”

“And you just go with whoever asks?” Tenko looks half-incredulous, half-disgusted. You shake your head. “Forget it. Come with me.”

You shake your head again and take a step back – away from the alley, closer to the street. Tenko looks frustrated. “Come with me,” he repeats.

“What, so you can kill me?” You take another step back, well into the glow of a streetlight. You see shock flicker across Tenko’s face. “I don’t have a death wish.”

“Well, I don’t want to kill you,” Tenko fires back. He looks surprised at himself for saying it, but only for a moment – then he repeats himself, with more conviction. “I don’t want to kill you. You’re supposed to be my sidekick.”

Your jaw drops. “You remember?”

“I don’t remember everything.” Tenko takes the hand called Father out of the back pocket of his pants and studies it for a moment. Then he puts it away. “I remember that.”

Some kids played a different game every day. You and Tenko always played the same one, with a rotating cast of classmates at your side. All the heroes in the world were working together to fight one big villain, the worst villain the world had ever seen, and Tenko could never decide which hero he liked best, so he played a different one every day. But no matter which hero he played, no matter who else was playing with the two of you, you were always his sidekick. You reminded him every day that you didn’t have a quirk, and he always said the same thing in response, no matter which hero he was pretending to be that day, even though he didn’t have a quirk, either: You don’t need a quirk to be on my side. My quirk’s enough for both of us.

“Come on,” Tenko says again. He holds out his hand, three fingers and his thumb folded down, his pinky finger extended towards you. “Are you coming or what?”

You’ve never seen the world in black and white, but some things are unmistakable: There’s a line here, not visible to others but clear as day to you. On one side of it is Tenko and the darkness that’s swallowed him, the evil that surrounds him, the terrible things he’s done and is planning to do. On the other side is everything else – your dreams, your friends, your family that’s always loved you but used you anyway, a world that’s punished you time and time again for being born without a quirk, the knowledge that the world is so much crueler to so many others. You don’t think Tenko’s planning to kidnap you, to never let you leave. You’ll come back here, physically. You’ll go home and go to sleep and wake up early on your day off to take Yoshimi to her appointment at the main clinic, but you know instinctively that if you cross this line within yourself, there’s no coming back. Tenko was your best friend when you were five years old. Is he worth it?

You hate yourself for asking the question. You leave the light behind and link your finger with Tenko’s. “Where are we going?”

The black mist rises and wells up around you both. “You’ll see,” Tenko says, and for the first time since you found him again, he smiles.

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝the secret is out.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Todoroki Shouto ]

「Scenario of Todoroki and his S/O where they’re in a secret relationship and Class 1-A finds out they had sex.」 Warning: Mentions of sex

TODOROKI SHOUTO

Todoroki and you have been in a relationship since the end of your first year. You respected Todoroki's decision to keep the relationship a secret. It came to you as a surprise because you didn't think that he cared what other people thought about him. Todoroki told you about how your classmates might overreact and just be annoying. When you thought about it, you were dating one of the hottest guys in the school and no one knows about that. The two of you had already been good friends before you started dating so no one thought that it was weird that you and Todoroki were close with one another — which made things very easy for you two.

It wasn't as if you didn't trust one another, it's just that neither of you want to deal with the gossip that will come when you announce your relationship to the public. Not to mention, there's also his father whom he talked to you about once. The two of you never really go on dates that much due to the busy schedule of being a UA student. But the two of you always made it work out. Spending time together in each other’s dorm rooms, working on homework, or studying together. It wasn’t like dates were nonexistent, they were just rare.

”What do you plan on doing tomorrow, [First Name]-chan?" Tsuyu questioned you.

The girls have currently gathered around in the common area, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company. You sat next to Jirou who was showing you a new song that you might enjoy. The topic has shifted to what everyone was going to do tomorrow since exams were over and you all have time to unwind and relax. Most of your friends seemed eager to go out and do a little shopping or sightseeing. On the other hand, you weren't sure what you wanted to do. Originally, you thought of inviting Todoroki out to do something together but you have yet to confirm with him if he had any plans or not.

"I'm not really sure. I do plan on going out or maybe do a little bit of cleaning....." you muttered absentmindedly.

"Oh! What about going to the movies tomorrow with us?" Uraraka suddenly piped up with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah! We're gonna watch that one action movie that came out recently with Midoriya and Iida! I think Todoroki is coming as well but we left it up to the boys to invite him!" Ashido added with excitement. You hummed to yourself, unsure whether you wanted to tag along since your boyfriend hasn't confirmed whether he wants to go or not.

"Well, you could always tell us tomorrow morning! Because the movie is at 4 pm and we'll probably have lunch together before that." Uraraka said.

It was an hour later that the girls decided to return to their own rooms to sleep. On the other hand, you were sneaking out of your room with a small pillow in hand. You stopped in front of Todoroki's room and gently knocked on his door. Todoroki answers the door almost immediately, letting you into his dimly lit room. The two of you sleep together once in a while and you would sneak out of his room early in the morning. You could remember the very first time you slept together, Todoroki was stiff as a board next to you, trying to keep his hands away from inappropriate areas.

"Did I wake you up?" you asked as he sits down on the futon he laid out for the two of you.

"No, I was just getting ready for bed." he replied.

"So.....Ochako-chan and Mina-chan invited me to go to the movies. I heard that Midoriya and Iida are coming too, did they ask you?" you questioned, lying on the futon next to your boyfriend who was fixing his messy hair. Todoroki positioned himself on top of you, resting his head atop your chest comfortably.

"Do you want to go?" he asks you.

"Mhm.....depends.....do you want to do anything tomorrow? Just the two of us?" you asked. Todoroki does not respond, only letting a small hum as to let you know that he was thinking about your question.

"I mean we can go watch a movie with everyone....." he mumbles.

Todoroki moves a little to kiss your collarbone and you giggled softly when you felt his hair tickling your exposed skin. He's always quiet and reserved but when he's with you, he's very bold in showing his emotions and affection. It didn't take long for things to escalate. He began to leave little kisses on your neck as his hands roamed underneath your shirt. You softly whimpered at his gentle caresses and he wasn't putting too much pressure on your body. You stretched out your legs to get yourself comfortable as he continued to mark up your body.

The lights in his room were already off and the only source of light is from the moon outside. You did not plan this to happen. Todoroki has never been very vocal about wanting to have sex or become intimate in any way. You were normally the one initiating things and he usually gave small hints when he wanted to hold hands or cuddle. But one thing that's for sure is that Todoroki is more affectionate after you guys had sex. And you were really enjoying what he's doing right now.

"You're lucky that we have the day off tomorrow....." you mumbled, placing a kiss on his nose.

"But you never refuse even if we have classes the next day." Todoroki replied.

The next day when Midoriya and Iida did not receive any response from Todoroki regarding the plans for today, they both decided to ask Todoroki in person. They both had asked the stoic boy if he wanted to watch a movie together with a group of people. However, the response they received from Todoroki had been vague. So now the two males were sitting in the common area, having breakfast together. The rest of the students of Class 1-A were around too, having their own breakfast. But the only people missing were you and Todoroki.

"What if something's wrong with him?" Iida looks at his phone for the time, realizing that it's still 10 in the morning.

“Good morning, everyone…..” the two boys heard your sleepy voice.

Still tired from not having enough sleep, you walk toward the fridge to grab some food to eat. Todoroki follows shortly and comes behind you to take something to eat. There's a palpable silence in the common area that goes unnoticed by you and Todoroki despite the two pairs of eyes focused on you two. Midoriya seems to be avoiding looking at you and Todoroki for too long, choosing to avert his gaze and focus on the meal he was having. On the other hand, Iida was too occupied with cleaning his dishes to even realize what was up with you two. Uraraka and Ashido joined Midoriya on the dining table, watching you and Todoroki.

Uraraka's face grew a bit red from what she was looking but she did not have any intentions of saying anything out loud. Instead, she nudged at Ashido who was openly staring and trying to make out what the story behind this was. Once Iida was done with cleaning his dishes, he turned to face you and Todoroki who were now sitting across Midoriya, Tsuyu, and Uraraka.

"You guys are up late. What were you up to last night―Oh...." Iida didn't even take look to read between the lines and was able to decipher what went down just from looking at you two. By this time, you were starting to feel more awake and glanced at your friends who were openly staring at you.

".....do I have something on my face?" you ask.

"Well no but we can see―"

"Oh my god, you two totally had sex last night!" Ashido's loud voice boomed throughout the entire common area.

The pink-haired girl skipped over to the dining table you sat on. You watched as the girl pointed an accusing finger at you and your boyfriend. The sudden exclamation made you drop the sandwich, and you could've sworn that your face just burst into flames. On the other hand, your boyfriend seemed as calm as ever, munching on his own sandwich. Your face turned bright red and the rest of your classmates were surprised at Ashido's sudden exclamation and lack of filter.

"Mina-chan, you can't just say that out loud." Tsuyu chided lightly.

"That's right, Ashido! You should consider Todoroki and [Last Name]'s feelings! They will feel uncomfortable when their private matters, especially sexual ones, are exposed to everyone when they've been trying to keep it a secret!" Iida added, which did not really help with your situation. All you could do was bury your face into your hands, trying to cover the blush that coated your cheeks. Todoroki started to feel a bit awkward too now that Iida has caught everyone's attention.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is actually happening....." you mumbled to yourself.

"Soooo.....how long have you two been in a relationship?" Uraraka tried to bring it up casually but she couldn't hide the grin on her face.

"And why did you never tell us about it?" Hagakure joined in the conversation.

"How was Todoroki in bed?" Ashido slides next to you, giving you a smirk and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh my god, guys please drop it!" you huffed.

"Powerful quirk, good looks, and pretty girlfriend.....guys like him just get everything, don't they?" Kaminari groans out loud in which Mineta nods in agreement. The two boys grimaced in envy while Todoroki continued to eat his breakfast.

"So, how's the sex, pretty boy? I'm pretty sure that you had the time of your life." Mineta said mockingly. Todoroki did not seem to realize that his classmate was actually making fun of him.

"[First Name] is really good with―"

"Shouto, no!" you yelled angrily at your boyfriend.

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Gen V and the V is for vendetta PT. 1

Since Jordan & Marie have officially become the it couple on campus they have been hounded with fans and clout chasers. That is why they are so dependent on their trusted friend group which consisted of Andre, cate, Luke, Sam, & Emma to bring them peace or at least to a raging party. The raging party for the night was going to be at none other than dusties.

Marie was finishing up her eye shadow when Emma announced “Jordan’s here Marie & they look hot as fuck!”

Marie yells back teasingly “hey keep your eyes to yourself or else!”

“Ohhhhh no” emma exclaims while shaking her knees as if she’s scared and the girls fall out laughing.

Jordan mutters blushing “ummm when you all are done dueling for me whats the move for tonight?”

When Marie turned around Jordan couldn’t help but be in awe of her. She had two space buns at the top & the rest of her hair was hanging down her back. Jordan couldn’t help but stare at the loc strands framing her face like the angel she is they thought. Marie was wearing a yellow halter neck romper which was fitting because her personality reminded Jordan of sunshine.

“I thought we were going to dusties right Em?” Marie questions cocking her head to the side a bit unsure.

“Yeah Sam is meeting us here & everyone else will meet us there” Emma states matter of factly as she finishes her hair.

As Jordan sits on Marie’s bed in their taller form he reaches for her hand & pulls her onto his lap. He can smell the sweet scent of the perfume they gifted her as he leaned in to whisper “You are so beautiful Moreau.”

Jordan watches her as she smiles her shy smile & crinkles her nose like he loves before she leans in closer replying “I was just thinking the same thing about you.” Marie closes the space between them as her lips hungrily meets theirs.

“Alright enough you two, Sam’s down the hall let’s go! We’re already pretty late.” Emma says as she starts rushing and shoo-ing them out the room.

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As they entered the party Jordan shifted the tight black tank & black pants now looser on their female form. They grab Marie’s hand & tell Emma & Sam to keep up as they swim through the sea of drunk college students to find Andre, Cate, and Luke in their normal spot with lots of liquor and other substances flowing abundantly. Emma and Sam plop down on the couch beside the others.

Jordan with their fingers still intertwined with Marie’s tells the group they’ll be back they’re going to the kitchen.

When they finally make their way to the less crowded kitchen Marie leans against the counter with a mischievous smile. Jordan snakes their arms around Marie’s waist as Marie grabs Jordan’s face & pulls them in for a world halting kiss. Just as Jordan was getting lost in the feel of Marie’s ass, lips, and her little moans.

They hear a voice coming from behind dripping with venom “Well if it isn’t God U’s cutest couple.”

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Without turning around Jordan broke from Marie’s lips for a quick second “Fuck off Daxton.”

Daxton Smith. An egotistical sophomore who made it his personal goal to get under Jordan’s skin. Jordan refuses to acknowledge him as a nemesis. He’s more of a nuisance like a damn fly.

Daxton replies sarcastically “Oh that hurt but i’m actually here to talk to Marie you know considering she’s my partner on a project and all.”

Jordan broke off from Marie eyes darting back & forth between her and the 6’4 blonde dickhead then landing back on Marie “Since fucking when?” Jordan hisses.

Marie sighs “Since this morning in Mrs. Smith’s hero ethics class. I was just trying to make sure you were in a great mood or more so high when I told you because I know you two aren’t exactly…ummm cordial.”

Jordan says mid shift to male “Hard to be cordial with someone who’s trying to steal your fucking life.”

Daxton chuckles “No, not your life I just plan to beat you in the rankings.”

Daxton’s smile spreads wider as their eyes travel from Marie’s big brown eyes to her pouty lips and then slowly down her body.

Jordan felt rage filling them up like a hand in a glove.

“actually I wouldn’t mind stealing your gi—“ Daxton’s sentence was abruptly cut short from him being sent airborne.

Jordan’s fist had connected to his jaw so fast that if you blinked you would’ve missed it.

“Fuckkkkkkk” Marie draws out absentmindedly as her brain trys to process the fight that just broke out in less than a minute.

Party goers were already pulling out their phones to capture the supe brawl & panic was rising sickeningly fast in Marie. It was one thing for Jordan to fight some random supe but the dean’s son who’s in the top 20. Fuck thats going to be hard to explain.

Jordan was shifting seamlessly between being invincible and sending out blows that could send any supe flying through a few walls to then dodging and sending energy blasts to the fireball explosions the enraged Daxton was shooting jordan’s way from his hands.

Daxton’s latest shot went wild & hit the sink where Marie was standing close to & it exploded. The explosion sent Marie to the ground and as it started raining down sharp pieces Jordan had already threw themselves on top of Marie in their male form.

Cate appears behind Daxton.

“Ok this has gone far enough.” cate says angrily as she reaches out her ungloved hand to Daxton’s shoulder.

“You are done fighting and nothing happened between you and Jordan tonight. Go home.” Cate commands the sophomore who takes off absentmindedly.

“Anyone who recorded. Give me your phones now. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” Cate announces.

Andre, Luke, Emma, & Sam come stumbling into what was once dusties kitchen. “Damn what the fuck happened here?!” Emma inquires as she looks around the room. She sees Marie looking pissed, Jordan pissed but that’s normal, and cate who looks absolutely pissed off.

After reading the room Emma, Luke, Andre, and sam decided to leave it alone for now.

Cate told everyone to go home and they’ll talk about it tomorrow, but with the way Marie was glaring at Jordan as they were walking back they knew for them that talk was happening tonight.

A smile slowly spread across Jordan’s face when they thought about the dirty make up sex they would have after this argument. Meanwhile Marie was trying to figure out why Jordan was smiling like a Cheshire Cat at a goddamn time like this.

NOTES: This is my first time writing anything and I couldn’t get this storyline out of my head 🩷 hope you like it.

#limoreau #marie moreau #jordan li #cate dunlap #sam riordan #luke riordan #andre anderson #emma meyer

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 7 months

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Izuku having a day off, just to relax and class was not informed. Entire class freaks out thinking izuku went on another vigilante arc and run around like like headless chickens looking for him.

Izuku was found at an animal shelter were he was petting a therapy kitten

Izuku now is required to have a tracker at all times.

SORRY I TOOK FOREVER TO REPLY

But bestie, you are so correct 😭😭😭

Izuku is convinced by his mother and/or all might to take a day off

He doesn’t think much about having to tell anyone where he’s going or what he’s doing, but he wants to take a walk!

Well, tragedy strikes when someone asks if he wants to train or study with them. He’s Not In His Room.

He isn’t in his room????

Why isn’t Midoriya problem child izuku not in his room or anywhere to be found on campus right after a vigilante stunt?

Things devolve from there.

No notes this time, but is that a good or bad sign? Who’s to say?

Aizawa is so tired. He is loath to admit that he cares for his problem child, but he is still his to protect and where the fuck did that little shit run off to now?

Why can’t this small child with a literal hero complex just talk to him for once in his all too young life?

All might, despite being one of the ones to encourage izuku to take a day off, is very much freaking out

Where is his boy?

Where is he???

Class A is. So stressed. Aizawa doesn’t want them to help search for him, because he tries to remind them that it could just be nothing, maybe he went home to see his mother! That sounds like him!

But after a call to Inko, he is even more tired. Midoriya is not there. Inko is now worried as well.

He tells the class not to go searching for him, but nobody listens.

I like to think that inko is the most calm in this situation. She’s like, oh, he’s probably just going for a run or walking around! Yeah, he likes to be outside! He’s such an energetic kid! I’m so proud of him! And class A and the teachers are just in shambles

Eventually, they pass an inconspicuous little pet store on their search for the green bean

Someone sees a fluffy green head of hair and all but sprints into the shop with little explanation other than, “THERE!”

Izuku is none the wiser about the hectic day his friends and mentors have been having.

He had turned his phone off :(

He didn’t want to frighten the kittens if he got a call :(

They’re so soft, guys and they just want love and affection :(

Aizawa stalks up to the store in all his angsty ways like the grim reaper and tells izuku that UA is going to implement a system where leaving the campus requires a staff member to be told beforehand and to accompany the student. No exceptions.

It’s a shame no one had talked to nezu really. He had been watching the whole time. Ah, love and learn. Maybe next time

I love this prompt so much, dude 😭😭 thank you so much! I hope you enjoyed!!!!! Have a good and safe day/night/evening/etc!!!!

#bnha headcannons #featuring Aizawa as a stressed teacher #class a worrying for their friend #izuku problem child midoriya #izuku just trying his best #bnha #mha #headcanons #midoriya izuku protection squad #class a #dadzawa and his problem child #all might #dad might #inko midoriya

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farfromharry · 2 years

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Long live the hero | Eddie Munson fic

Eddie Munson x Nurse!Reader

Summary: After Eddie almost dies in the upside down, Steve and Dustin need to take him somewhere that he can get help, only a wanted criminal can’t go to a hospital; so they take him to you. They’re not completely unaware about your history together, but they, nor you, suspected that history would start to repeat itself and you would find yourself falling for Eddie Munson all over again.

Word count - 8167

Warnings - language? injury, mentions of blood

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Loud, frantic knocking on the front door of your home startled you. Never did you usually get visitors so late, at least not ones that were unannounced. You pushed yourself up from the couch, pulling your wooly cardigan tighter around your body as you headed for the front door. If it wasn’t for the force being used to pound on the door, you thought you maybe would have second guessed opening the door to a possible stranger right now. After everything you had witnessed on the news tonight, and all that had been happening over the past few days with the murders of Hawkins students, you didn’t think it was a brilliant idea to open the door. But it really seemed like the person on the other side needed your help in some kind of way.

When you finally unlocked it and tugged it open, you were met with the sight of a curly-haired kid you hadn’t seen in a while. “Dustin? What’re you doing here?” you asked. It was much too late for him to be out on his own in this kind of catastrophe, a lot had happened to Hawkins over the night and to say you were scared out of your mind would only be fair. You thought if you were scared then surely he was terrified. He was only young, something like this had to be mind-blowing for kids his age. It was certainly shocking to grown adults.

He seemed out of breath, at a loss for words as he tried to tell you. “I, uh, I need–” he trailed off, and that was when you really surveyed him. He was covered in dirt, and it seemed some blood too, which was enough to have alarm bells ringing in your head. You didn’t know if it was his, you couldn’t see any visible cuts or large wounds, but as your eyes fell you noticed he was unable to put weight on one of his legs. It seemed like he was purposely avoiding resting on it, which led you to believe he had done some damage to it.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” He didn’t answer, instead his head turned to the side, looking down into the hall. Your eyes followed his, and the sound of hasty footsteps had you taking a step forward, letting you see into the hallway of your apartment building where a familiar man was practically dragging another, very, familiar man. Your voice wasn’t even above a whisper when you whispered the name of the metalhead. It wasn’t loud enough that it caught anyone’s attention, which gave you enough time to compose your thoughts and instead turn to the other individual. “Steve?” you asked, catching his eyes. He didn’t even attempt to force a smile, only exhaled heavily– like he was thankful that you were there.

And thankfully for you, he seemed to be the intelligible one of the three. “We need your help. I-It’s Eddie, please.” He sounded desperate, painfully so, and just from looking at the older boy he was basically carrying, you didn’t think you could say no. He looked on the verge of death, and there wasn’t a chance in hell you were going to let him die on you. Not today.

“Yeah, uh, come in. Put him on the couch,” you instructed. Your hands were already beginning to break in a sweat, needing to wipe them on your jeans a few times if you wanted to successfully help Eddie.

The first aid kit from your bathroom was grabbed quickly by the kid, used to being stitched up in your apartment. Ever since that first day you met, when you helped tend to Will’s injuries and promised those boys if they ever needed help then you would be willing, he had shown up at your home more than a handful of times with scrapes and such that needed your attention. You might have only been a nurse for a short amount of time, but you were getting pretty good with all the practice you were getting.

Never had you had to work on someone you had such affection for though. Your past with Eddie was long and complicated, but there was such a love for him held in your chest that had never gone away. It was exactly what was forcing all your nerves– the way your hands shook and your heart beat a little faster. “Okay, um–” You started barking out orders, as best as you could. They helped reveal the wounds to you, which finally let you assess the real damage. It was bad, so very bad that your nerves almost trebled. “God, how did this happen?”

The pair shared a look before their eyes landed on you again. They tried to each choke out a lie, but you figured that was only wasting more time– time that you weren’t sure you had. Eventually you just shook your head. “You know what, it doesn’t matter.” He was the priority, the injuries on him that weren’t going to help themselves, not the cause of said problems.

“I can do this,” you whispered, reaching into your kit for a needle and a thread to stitch him up. The only issue was, the tremble in your hands was preventing you from threading the needle, and that only meant that Eddie’s condition was getting worse. Dustin and Steve were holding parts of his shirt up against the worst wounds, hoping to put pressure on them to halt the bleeding. It wouldn’t be a permanent solution though, you still needed to be quick. Or at least quicker.

“Y/N, what are you doing? He’s bleeding out, we need you to hurry!” the kid insisted. It was obvious how stressed he was. You didn’t know he and Eddie even knew each other– though it made sense with both of them being huge nerds– but he made it clear he cared for the man.

“Dustin, I’m trying.”

Steve’s eyes flickered between the two of you, noticing the tension. It was mainly the younger of the two of you’s fault, because he wasn’t sure how to regulate his feelings right now. “Dude, you need to calm down. She’s working on it.”

He scoffed. “Not fast enough! Look at him, Steve. He’s going to die!”

You didn’t have time to clean him or the wounds on his chest– all over his upper body in fact– that would have to come after. “I’m getting to it. I can’t do this if you’re yelling at me.” Your voice was shaky, understandably so, and it seemed like that was the one thing that had Dustin taking a step back to re-evaluate how he spoke to you.

As the room delved into silence, you finally managed to thread the needle. With that you could let out a breath, getting to work how you did every single day during your shifts. You just had to picture Eddie was just another patient and everything should go smoothly. It took a while, you wanted to make sure you were really thorough, but eventually you thought he’d wind up stable from your help.

“I think I got all of them. He should be stable,” you told the pair. They had been watching you like hawks the whole time, making you more nervous than you probably should have been. Such a spontaneous ‘surgery’, paired with the fact it was Eddie and the fact you had a very suffocating audience– anyone would be stressed. The only relief you got was when you left the room to wash your hands, ridding them of his blood. When you came back though you were being hounded with questions once again, all while you tried to tidy up the mess you had created.

You answered their queries as best you could, most of them half-hearted considering all the current distractions swimming in your head. You weren’t really paying all that much attention, not until a hand settled on your shoulder. As you turned your head you noticed it was a guilty looking Dustin, the boy flashing you a strained grin.

“I’m sorry for yelling. I just– I was so worried,” he told you. You forced a smile, continuing to clean up the wrappers and other stuff you’d used lying around. He stopped you mid action, pulling you into a hug that you hadn’t been expecting. It took you a few seconds for it to register in your mind, but then you were happy to embrace him. It seemed as though he needed the affection, on the verge of tears the second his head was comfortably hidden in your neck.

“He’ll be okay, kid. I’m a pretty good nurse after taking care of you kids all this time if I do say so myself.”

He chuckled, pulling away and wiping at his tears. This time around you offered him a warm smile, a real one that made him feel comforted. You really had that bedside manner of being a nurse down he had to say. “He should be fine, but it’s gonna take time for him to heal. He had a lot of deep wounds,” you told the two. “Can you seriously not tell me how this happened?”

“Well, it’s a long story,” Steve said. “A crazy story that– It’s better that you don’t know.”

You sighed, nodding your head. There was still the possibility that if he woke up soon maybe Eddie could tell you himself. Apparently while lost in that thought your eyes had trailed over to the unconscious man on your couch, and it must have been a pretty longing look on his face for Steve to speak up.

“We, uh– Do you think he could maybe stay here for a little? The cops are still on his back and…” he trailed off, realizing what sort of thing he was asking you right now. Steve was aware of part of the history you and Eddie had, you were together when he was still in highschool. The metalhead had always been a known personality at Hawkins high, right since Steve’s freshman year, so it wasn’t like your relationship was secret. But he figured the two of you drifted apart after you graduated and Eddie didn’t. If there was any bad blood this was probably a large ask from him, but at the same time he felt you were the only person they could trust with this.

Dustin wasn’t quite as clued in as his older friend, so he felt the need to defend the reputation of his other friend. “He didn’t kill those people. He didn’t,” he insisted.

You shook your head. “No, I know.” He might look and try and act scary, but you knew better than anyone else that Eddie Munson was the biggest softie in the world. He couldn’t hurt nor scare a fly when you got to know him. Despite the tough exterior and the rough breakup you went through, you could still admit he was possibly the kindest man you had ever met. A little rough around the edges, or careless at times, but he had a heart of gold and you knew it.

The mood felt like it had shifted, leaving a feeling Dustin didn’t understand settling over the three of you. For a few quiet minutes, all that filled the silence of the room was Eddie’s shaking breathing, the only thing that kept the three of you hopeful that he was going to be okay. “Um. Do either of you need me to check you out, or are you good?” You mainly asked because your concern for Dustin’s leg was still high, but he assured you he was fine.

“No. We’re good,” the younger teen assured. “We should probably go update the others on how he’s doing.”

That was understandable. Though you were unsure if you were ready to be left alone with Eddie– unsure if that was even the right thing to do considering the bullseye on his back right now– you would still do anything for him. It didn’t matter how much time went by, it seemed like he would hold a special place in your heart for eternity, and in turn you would do the craziest of things for him. Plus, you didn’t exactly know how you would have denied Steve and Dustin’s polite ask anyway.

“Yeah, no, of course.” You followed the pair to the door, sparing a single glance at the man on your couch, checking he was still sleeping. “Be careful?” you proposed.

“We will,” Steve assured. He let the kid leave first, then turned to you one final time before he followed him out. “Thank you, seriously. We couldn’t have taken him to the hospital, if we didn’t have you, I have no idea what we would have done.”

You had never really had any sort of close relationship with Steve, not in school or outside of it. You knew of him, of course, King Steve had quite the reputation even to those older than him, he didn’t tend to stay quiet around town, much like your own boyfriend at the time. But over the last few years, due to the bonding with the group of kids, in turn you became friendly with the older teen. It was nothing special, you wouldn’t call him more than an acquaintance, but he was still comforting. “No, it’s okay. I’m happy you came to me. I, um, I’m glad I could be the one to make sure he was okay.”

There was nothing else for either of you to really say. He had just wanted to express his gratitude but you sort of guessed already. “I’ll take care of him, Steve. I promise.”

He nodded, pursing his lips before he took off with a final goodbye. As you closed the door behind him, you exhaled heavily, finally left alone with your thoughts while Eddie slept. There were too many thoughts to just focus on the one, so you settled instead with busying yourself with other things. You had already cleaned up the mess you made while stitching Eddie up, so that didn’t need to be done. It seemed like the one time you needed something to do to clear your mind, there was nothing for you to do.

“Guess I’m having dinner early,” you muttered to no one but yourself.

Every now and then, even while in the kitchen, you found your eyes landing on Eddie. It was mainly his chest, your nerves telling you to check that he was still breathing out of fear that you could potentially lose him any second. In reality you knew better, but it didn’t mean there wasn’t still a lingering fear in your gut.

He was out cold for a while. You hadn’t even realized he woke until you heard him.

“Am I dead?” the voice rang out. The sound of it, maybe even just the knowledge of knowing he was awake and okay, made you smile to yourself. Your hands halted mid action, long forgetting about the food you were making. You hated how easy it was for him to make your heart flutter even now. His awkward flirting was something that just worked for you, though most people might find it uncomfortable.

“Hey. How you feeling?” you asked. It hit you after the words tumbled out of your mouth that that was possibly the dumbest question you could have possibly asked him. Of course he wasn’t going to feel good, or even okay. You expected he probably felt terrible, and you didn’t need him to tell you that for you to know. “Sorry, that was a silly question. It’s been a stressful night.”

He chuckled, quickly followed by a wince as he realized laughing was a very bad idea right now. “My bad,” he joked.

The two of you fell into a silence, where both of you were sort of unsure what to say. You supposed that was what happened with exes who hadn’t had to speak in years. The last time you saw Eddie had to have been at least three years ago, so you hadn’t had to force any uncomfortable conversations since then. You had to admit you did miss talking with him, the random, nonsensical talks you’d have at all hours. When he was high, when you both were high– sometimes you were sober and just wanted to talk but had nothing of substance to say. Not only had he been your boyfriend, but your best friend, and when you lost him your life altered massively. Nothing had been the same since.

“So, do you always stitch up ex-boyfriends on your old couch, or just me?”

You chuckled. “While you were taking senior year for the first through third time, I became a nurse,” you clarified. “But yes, I seemed to have made it a habit.”

He grinned, shaking his head. “Low blow,” he muttered. You watched as he attempted to readjust the position he was laid in, though painful, he was uncomfortable. You could have offered your help, probably should have, but it didn’t seem like he wanted it. “When I’m sick and dying too?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not dying, Munson. Not anymore.”

His eyes looked like they lit up at that last piece of information you added. You didn't know what was going on in that crazy head of his, but you assumed he was going to say something dumb like he usually did. “So I can tell people I was almost killed by killer bats? Metal.”

His words made you do a double take. “I-I’m sorry. Killer bats?” The complete shock in your tone told him that you hadn’t been informed on anything at all and that had probably been a horrible thing to say. He didn’t feel like explaining all the logistics of everything to you, not now at least while he felt like he was still on his deathbed. There was just too much he would have to say, if he went right back to the beginning with Chrissy and all that. He barely had his own head wrapped around it all.

“Bats? Someone mentioned bats?”

With a sigh, you headed back to the kitchen to finish cooking your meal, leaving him to rest there. “You’re unbearable. Y’know that?” you asked, pretty much rhetorically.

His laughter could be heard filtering through the various rooms in your home. It was a genuine one that you hadn’t heard in what felt like forever, you missed the sound of it if you were being honest. Not that you would ever let him know that. “You love it,” he teased, sounding much too smug for his own good.

You huffed. “No, actually. I think you just love riling me up.”

You expected his answer to come back as quick and snappy as it usually would, he was always usually quick on his feet with his comebacks. But you waited, and waited, and nothing came. “Eddie?” you called. As the minutes passed by with nothing but silence, your heart began to sink more and more. This had been your fear earlier on after the two boys left, that something was going to happen to him while you were preoccupied. Once again your food was abandoned, you thought maybe for good this time, and your eyes darted to his figure on the couch, noticing his hands clutching a wound near his neck— one that was bleeding profusely again. “Oh my god, Eddie!”

The next few minutes were a flash of blood, gauze and quick stitches that were not helped by the racing of your heart. Things probably would have gone better if you were calmer, but this was Eddie, how were you supposed to be calm when your first love was bleeding all over your hands.

It seemed like you’d never get him to be okay, but as quickly as things went wrong, they started to go right again. The panic stopped, the blood stopped, and everything began to slow again, moving at a normal pace again.

“Don’t ever do that again,” you demanded, chest heaving as you tried to calm down from the sudden panic he had just caused you. Unlike the first time he woke up, this time around he seemed equally as stressed as you did. It was clear this has been a scare for him, maybe one that shocked him into realizing just how serious his condition was right now. If he hadn't been so injured you might have swatted him, thinking he deserved it after the feelings he just made you experience.

He didn’t say anything this time, just nodded. The look on his face told you he was a little spooked. Before he might have thought this was all just a cool story to tell, but now it was hitting him that this was very real. Oftentimes he tried to pass things off as lighthearted and a joke, but deep down it was because he was absolutely terrified of the situation at hand. It was his way of coping with whatever tragedy had happened to him now. It started all the way back as a kid.

This time around you didn’t think you could go back to doing simple tasks, your heart beat was too unstable for that, instead you planned to just sit by his side for a little while. You wanted to reach out for him, to hold his hand, but you thought it might be overstepping a boundary. You hadn’t held Eddie Munson’s hand in so many years, you had almost forgotten what it felt like, the comfort of that weight in your palm. You wanted to curse yourself for even thinking that way.

“I’m sorry,” he began, drawing your unfocused eyes to him. You didn’t know exactly what he was talking about, and it seemed he could tell. He was happy to clarify. “For them dragging you into this whole mess.”

You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. Not like I had anything else to do. Hawkins pretty much went to shit tonight.” He didn’t like the sight of you walking away. Not when he didn’t know if you were going to come back. He couldn’t do anything though, just had to lay there and accept it– whether you came back to sit with him or not. He tried telling himself that he didn’t want you to go because he didn’t want to be lonely, but some part of his brain knew that he didn’t want you to go because he had been without you for so long.

Luckily for him, you weren’t gone long. He didn’t know what you were doing when you came back though. “For the pain,” you said, settling the glass of water beside the pills. He thanked you quietly, taking your help to sit up a little more so he could drink. It wasn’t easy, and it hurt him like hell, but you managed eventually. You didn’t want to just blatantly stare at him, but there wasn’t much else for you to do right now. If it made him uncomfortable– you watching him take the pills– he didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t say anything at all until you took the empty glass of water from him to set down.

“How bad is it?” he asked. He was scared to look. If it hurt as bad as it did, then he could only imagine what it must look like under all the bandages. If it was enough to almost kill him, he had to admit he was terrified about what might come out of your mouth.

You flashed him a strained smile, one that didn’t quite meet your eyes– he’d know a smile that met your eyes from miles away. “You’ll be okay. It’s gonna leave some nasty scars though,” you told him. You missed this way his eyes lit up at those words. It probably should have been obvious how much Eddie would love the knowledge of such a thing, he found the weirdest things metal. It was no shock he would find this the same way.

“I’m gonna have scars?”

You also missed the excitement in his tone. “Nasty ones I think. They would have been less noticeable if I could’ve gotten you to a hospital. But Dustin said—“

That one word immediately ruined any joy he had. “No, no hospitals,” he insisted. You didn’t have to look at him to notice his panic, but you did anyway. He looked entirely disturbed, face paling at the idea of being taken to a hospital while in the middle of the mess he was in.

“I know. Wanted man and everything.” You brushed it off with ease. He liked to think you wouldn’t think he’d do such a thing. You of all people should know him better than that. But there was a part of him that was scared you might think he was this awful person now. He didn’t know how to deal with the knowledge you might think he did all these terrible things. He could withstand a lot of shit, but not if it was coming from you.

“I-I didn’t do it, you know,” he said.

You didn’t need him to tell you, there was no way you ever would believe he would do such a thing, even if the entire world was telling you so. “I know. I know you, Eddie Munson,” you told him. A smile curled on your lips, your finger ever so lightly jabbing at his chest. “You have a heart of gold.”

He chuckled. “Don’t let anyone hear you say that, you’ll ruin my reputation.”

You huffed a laugh. “Okay, freak.” It was ironic considering there was possibly not a single way his reputation around Hawkins could get any worse. Freak turned cult leader, turned peer murderer didn’t have the best ring to it.

He laughed again, though quickly realized it was a mistake when it made every inch of his chest hurt. You grinned, rolling your eyes at his stupidity before pushing yourself to your feet. “Get some sleep, Ed.” You missed the flash of affection behind his eyes when you used the nickname. It was something you hadn’t called him in years, and it made his heart flutter so hear you say it again. He thought maybe with this re-found gentleness you had with him, you might have even stroked his hair a little. But that was just wishful thinking. “I’ll see you when you wake up.”

And you did. You were actually the reason he did wake up. You accidentally jostled him a little, though you hadn’t meant to. You were trying to be as careful as possible, but there were just some things that required a little more force than you would like. In result, his eyes fluttered open, a small groan leaving his throat as he came to for the first time in a few hours.

“I just need to check on a couple of cuts. See if I need to change any bandages,” you informed him, taking a seat beside him. He hummed quietly, letting you do what you needed.

As you tended to him, he was watching you, you could feel his eyes on you. As much as you could, you tried to ignore the urge to look up and lock eyes, but eventually it became too much. “Stop staring,” you hissed.

“You’re so pretty,” he muttered, dreamily. If you didn’t know any better you would have gathered he was high on pain meds or something. But luckily for you— obvious sarcasm— this was just his natural personality. “Is this heaven?”

“Shut up, Munson.”

He surprisingly did as you said. For the rest of the time you were checking him over, he didn’t say a thing. It made it much easier to work, but you also couldn’t quite admit that you missed the sound of his voice again. Now that Eddie had wormed his way back into your life, you didn’t think you wanted him to sneak back out.

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Over the next few weeks, while Eddie was recovering in your home, the two of you fell into a routine. It began to be something you craved, the only consistent part of your life that you had come to love. Sure, you and him might not have worked out the first time around, but a little distance and a lot of time seemed to be all you needed to remember just how much love you had for him. But you weren’t quite prepared to admit that to him. While he was under your roof, you didn’t need him being even more unbearable with his ego than he already was.

You were still going out to work as normal, working painfully long shifts, only to come home and then take care of Eddie too. You were impressed with how he was healing, and though he wouldn’t need medical care for much longer, he did still need a place to hide out. For now, you were happy to provide him with that.

“Honey, I’m home,” you called, hearing his chuckle from somewhere in the apartment as you pushed open the door. That awkward tension that came from your past breakup was gone now, the two of you had gotten a new sense of comfort for one another.

“Kitchen!” he called back. That one word filled you with fright. Eddie had never been a good cook, not at any stage of his whole life. You had no faith that he wasn’t seconds away from burning down your kitchen at any moment. You felt yourself rushing to where he said he was, finding him rummaging through your refrigerator. Thankfully, he hadn’t yet gotten the chance to even begin cooking something. “I was gonna make dinner. Thought you’d be tired after your shift, but there’s not much in here to make anything.”

You had to admit you were relieved at that. But also, you didn’t even think he should be on his feet yet slaving away like this. “That’s okay. I’ll order in. Pizza okay?”

He nodded. Maybe he had gotten a little too comfortable living at your place, but he had to admit he really was loving it. Things were so easy and light with you around, he didn’t think he wanted to ever leave you. He wanted to say that it was just past feelings talking, but he thought those past feelings might be making an appearance in the present. You weren’t much better.

The two of you did your own things while you waited for the food, worried that spending so much time with each other would push you together in ways you weren’t sure you wanted. When the doorbell rang, he hid, as he’d had to do anytime someone came to the door recently. He couldn’t even be believed to be here if you wanted to protect him. You were as quick as possible when grabbing the food, hating to let him feel like some kind of convict. Within the walls of your apartment, he was just the same Eddie that you had always known, you didn’t think he needed reminding what the outside world felt about him right now.

“Okay. You grab the drinks, I’ve got this.”

He nodded, joining you within a short while. You had already set him a pizza slice on a plate, and had made the pillows on the couch more fluffed up to be more comfortable. “Steve dropped off a movie today. Thought we could watch it, maybe.” He motioned to the VHS sitting on the coffee table that you had somehow missed. Ferris Bueller’s day off.

That was something Steve had been doing for the last couple weeks. He thought Eddie’s days would be long and boring, so he thought movies might help pass the time until he was a free man again. It was beginning to take longer than he originally planned. “Yeah, sure. I’ve been dying to watch this.”

It was a better bonding experience than you could have ever imagined it would be. For some added entertainment after the two of you grew a little bored– considering he’d been watching movies all day every day for weeks now– he decided to imitate what you were seeing acted out on screen. Which led to a very poor rendition of twist and shout from your couch.

Your head was thrown back in laughter, eyes lingering on Eddie’s face as he tried to keep from giggling like you were. You weren’t sure when the atmosphere changed, but you’d guess it was when your laughter died down, leaving the two of you gazing at each other, knees knocking together on the couch.

If anyone were to ask, you would insist that it was his eyes that put you into a trance. You couldn’t look away from the soft brown shade. At first you didn’t even notice the way you were edging closer to him, not until the tips of your noses brushed together. You could feel one another's breath, and it wasn’t until you saw his head tilt slightly to the right that you realized what was happening.

You quickly pulled back, blinking your eyes rapidly. “I, uh–”

He shook his head. “We don’t have to do this,” he told you.

You didn’t say anything, but you did put some space between you. It was only then that you had realized just how close you had ended up shuffling together on the couch. “I’m sorry. It’s just, it’s late, a-and we’ve been drinking. I don’t think we’re thinking straight.”

It was understandable, and Eddie would never expect you to roll out excuses. You could have just told him you didn’t want to and he would have happily taken that as an answer. “Hey, don’t worry,” he reassured you, stroking his thumb across your cheekbone sweetly. The smile on his face was real, genuine as he tucked some hair behind your ear. “We can just go to sleep. Move on. We don’t even have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

You would definitely want to revisit it once you got the courage, but for right now, you were so grateful that he’d said that. “Thank you.”

There were a few moments of awkward silence, where the two of you tried to go back to relaxing on the couch so you could continue your movie, but it wasn’t the same. It grew so uncomfortable that you decided to just head to bed, hoping everything was back to normal by the time you woke up tomorrow. “I think I’m gonna call it a night,” you told him, pursing your lips in an uncomfortable smile.

He understood. “Goodnight Y/N.”

You pushed yourself to your feet quickly, to avoid the urge burning inside you to just kiss him. “Goodnight, Eddie,” you mumbled. You still couldn’t look at him, the nerves swirling in your stomach had yet to die down. You hadn’t felt like such a lovesick teen around him since you were actually a lovesick teen, flirting with him between classes, having him tug on your hair to get your attention. This was all before you started dating. It really made you think about where you and he were heading the longer he stayed in your home.

He smiled at you softly. “Goodnight.”

You left him there on the couch to sleep, heading to your own room so he could have some peace. As soon as you were alone, you could finally gather your thoughts. You just almost kissed Eddie Munson. Eddie, your highschool boyfriend who you naively thought you would be with forever. You couldn’t help but wonder if it would be the worst thing in the world if the two of you rekindled things. He absolutely was a great boyfriend, and he knew that. You also didn’t think you could lie and say that you hadn’t missed him. Ending things on good or bad terms, you still missed being with him.

When the thoughts got too much to handle, you decided to try and push them to one side and sleep. It was a struggle at first, your brain refusing to shut off for a while, but eventually you managed.

You must have been out for a couple hours at most when you were roughly awoken. Eddie had had a few nightmares since he started staying with you, but none were as bad as tonight. He had woken you up with loud yelling from the living room, where he was still sleeping on the couch. You had rushed to him instantly, worried that some of the angry mob from around town had found him or something, or maybe some of his stitches had pulled again and he was yelling for your help. But when you saw him, he was thrashing around, still seemingly asleep.

“Eddie,” you called, panicking, shaking him slightly in hopes of waking him up. “You’re okay, Eddie. Come on, wake up!”

When his eyes finally snapped open, a gasp rippling through his chest, you let out a breath of relief.

You were shocked you couldn’t hear his heart pounding, but you could definitely hear how he panted loudly. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his face that you could see when he moved into the light just right. Your heart ached for him, itching to guide him into your arms, but you didn’t know if that was what he wanted. His eyes were unfocused, looking up at the ceiling like there was something on there that was going to make all the bad stuff go away.

He didn’t even look at you as he spoke. “C-Can you hold my hand?” he asked. The tone of his voice was so small, and quiet, that you almost didn’t hear it. He sounded like a scared child, and it made your heart clench.

You didn’t verbally respond, just took his slightly clammy hand in yours. It didn’t bother you as much as it should have. Your priority at the moment was making sure he could relax, and maybe talk through what was bothering him. You could take a wild guess, that you assumed would be pretty accurate, but having him actually talk about it must be better than it staying holed up in his brain where he could worry.

Neither of you spoke for a while. Instead you just sat there curled up beside him, your hand stroking through his damp hair. When he finally did open his mouth, it wasn’t what you expected to hear. “When I first woke up, I think you were the last face I expected to see.”

Hearing that made your chest sting. You still greatly cared for him, and you didn’t like that he thought you felt so negatively towards him. “But I’m glad you were the first face I saw. You saved my life, Y/N.” He was speaking so highly of you that usually you would flush with heat. But this moment felt too tender for that, he was just thinking out loud and you happened to be there to hear it.

“I did what anyone would have.”

“No,” he said. “Don’t sell yourself short, Y/N. Not a lot of people would have done that for me, right now. And you did an impressive thing– Like, it was incredible,” he gushed. The heat that rushed to your cheeks was scalding, and you wished you could have hid in that moment. He wouldn’t have let you do so, he loved seeing the way you grew all bashful at such a compliment. “I always knew you’d do something great.”

You sent a smile his way, your eyes lingering on his features much like they had earlier on. “When you finally graduate, maybe you will too,” you teased.

He huffed a laugh, then rolled his eyes. “I think graduating is officially off the table now.” It had been on his mind a lot lately, how close he was to finally getting out of high school, then this all happened. It was like the universe's way of telling him he was gonna be stuck in that place forever.

Your smile turned into a frown. “Eddie,” you muttered, your tone completely sympathetic. He hated that you were pitying him, he was not someone who enjoyed receiving pity from others if he could help it. “They’ll fix this. Dustin, a-and Steve, they’ll clear this whole thing up. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that,” he said. It was true, there was no realistic way that you could, you were just being optimistic, but one of you had to be.

You knew you weren’t going to get anywhere from here. You couldn’t get through to him and provide him with good thoughts if he didn’t want you to, it would be impossible. So, although you wished you didn’t have to, you gave up on trying to convince him– at least for tonight. It was always plausible for you to try again tomorrow. “I should get back to bed, I have work in the morning.”

He wanted to nod, give you the okay and let you go, but there was still a pit of fear in the bottom of his stomach. He didn’t know if he could stand letting you leave him right now. “I’m scared to go back to sleep,” he whispered. You could see the fear in his face, and it made your heart ache. Not only was the poor guy terrorized throughout the day, when he’s awake, but also when he’s asleep. He hadn’t been able to sleep for weeks without reminders of what put him in this situation in the first place. Almost daily he saw Chrissy or those bats in his dreams.

There was only one solution you could think of. For as long as you’d known him, he had only ever had a couple nightmares, about superficial shit, but you would spend the rest of the night in his arms, giving him something he loved to hold onto to remind him that he was okay. “You want me to stay?” you asked, checking that that was what he was implying. For all you knew, clouded by your thoughts about him, he could have just been making a general statement that you were reading too much into, you wanted his confirmation.

“I want you to stay.”

He shifted back on the couch as far as he could go, making some room for you so you could get comfortable. His arms opened, and his blanket was lifted up for you to climb under. There was only very brief hesitation before you made a move.

It was familiar, being pressed against him like you were, head on his chest and arms around his torso. You had almost forgotten how it felt to be held so tightly by him, but you definitely hadn’t forgotten how much you loved it. You felt like you could melt completely into him. It was something you had missed without even realizing it, and now that you got to experience it again, you didn’t want it to ever stop.

Neither of you said anything for a while, and you both thought the other might have fallen asleep. It was you that took the leap of faith to say something. “Do you worry that they’ll never prove you didn’t do it?” It was a risky question to ask, possibly overstepping, but it was something that was on your mind that you wanted an answer to.

“It’s all I think about. It’s not like the people in this town have ever really liked me all that much, but I- The thought of not being able to just live my life, of ruining Wayne’s life o-or my friends because of some accusations that aren’t even true? It kills me.”

It had always bothered you how people treated Eddie, and his uncle who was an absolute sweetheart, but there was never anything you were able to do to help. All you could really do was treat them how you thought they should be treated. They deserved just as much, if not more love than others. That was one thing both Munsons always loved about you, how you never judged them how the majority of this town had. To you, they were better than all those snobs.

“‘M so sorry, Ed. You deserve so much better than that.”

He shrugged. “Not your fault. S’okay.”

You tilted your head where it was resting so you could look at him. He felt the movement and in turn looked down at you as well. This had become an incredibly familiar position the past day. This time around though, you didn’t want to look away, you wanted to get closer. “Y/N?” he asked. His voice was so quiet that you almost didn’t hear him.

“Yeah?”

He swallowed, loudly in the quiet room, then blinked a couple times. There was some hesitation for him to say whatever it was he planned to, but eventually he couldn’t keep it in. He needed to ask. “Can I kiss you?”

If it shocked you, you didn’t let him see, keeping it to yourself. His breathing was heavy as he waited, the anticipation slowly killing him. He needed you to say yes, it had been years since the last time he kissed you, and he hadn’t kissed anyone since. In a way it was like he was waiting for you to come back to him. And although he hadn’t had a lot of faith that you would, the impossible happened, and you did.

You didn’t verbally respond, just took the initiative to lurch forward and take his lips with yours. He made a quiet humming noise in the back of his throat, one that told you he was completely content. The kiss was slow, filled with all the unsaid things you had been creeping around for the past few weeks. In reality it was all the things that hadn’t been said in the years you had been broken up. This kiss was much like the ones you shared towards the end of your relationship, where the two of you sort of knew it was all coming to an end.

Eddie found that he really didn’t want to pull away, so you did first. He tried to steal a few more kisses, in which he was successful, but eventually your grins forced you to stop. “I’ve missed you so much,” you said. You brushed your thumb over his cheekbone. “Breaking up with you is something I’ve regretted every single day since it happened. I love you, Eddie.”

It was as though you had put in the final piece of the puzzle in his heart. He hadn’t felt so complete in his whole life. “I’ve been wanting to hear you say that for years,” he admitted, breathing out a laugh of relief.

“So say it back,” you prodded. There was a glint in your eyes, one he hadn’t seen these last few weeks. It was back.

“I love you.”

»»——⍟——««

When Eddie’s eyes fluttered open the next morning, after one of the best sleeps he’d had in weeks (despite the nightmare at the start of the night), you were still curled up against his chest. The couch was much too crowded like this, barely any room for him to move or stretch, and his back definitely wouldn’t forgive him for this– but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

There was still time before your shift started, so he didn’t bother waking you just yet. Instead he let you sleep, and admired you as he did so. Some might have thought it was creepy, watching someone so intensely as they slept, but he just couldn’t get over the fact that you were back here in his arms again after all that time.

With you there, comfortable and content on his chest, he thought that maybe everything would be okay after all. Even if the outside world never forgave him for the things he was wrongly accused of, he knew that you didn’t see him that way. “Thank you for believing in me,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head gently. He didn’t want to wake you, so he was trying to be as quiet as possible. He just didn’t think he currently had the guts to tell you these things while you were awake. “Never letting you go again.”

For a second he thought he might have woken you, when you shifted against him, but you just as quickly settled back down how you were afterwards. Or at least he thought so. “Love you,” you mumbled, pressing a faint kiss to the middle of his chest over his shirt. He beamed, brushing his nose against the top of your head, whispering the words back to you.

Even if he was still a wanted criminal, and the whole town you lived in was after him, this was his heaven.

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