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jasperhaleluver · 3 months ago

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Pete maverick Mitchell x lieutenant! reader

Author's note: Hey guys! I know this is such a random story. I'm gonna be honest, originally this was gonna be my fluff fanfic but I realized a shorter one would fit better. But I still liked this one so much that I decided to make it a whole different story. I hope you enjoy it! It's a bit of a longer one.

No warnings! Just cussing, kissing and super cute maverick x reader at the end. and y/n is used! No word count, I did proofread it but I would not be surprised about any types. My apologies in advance!Not 100% accurate to the movie (Phoenix is a back seater, young maverick but in the sense of the second movie)

Summary:

You’ve always admired Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell from afar, you know him because your brother was his back seater, but you never expected to get close to Maverick. When he's assigned as the new flight instructor at Top Gun, you find yourself working side by side learning more every day with the legendary pilot. Getting closer through shared flights and training exercises you fall for him more and more each day, does he feel the same?

You are one of the 12 pilots that were called back for a mission. The pilots had a little get together at the hard deck yesterday, now you're meeting your instructor.

You and Phoenix are the only female graduates returning for the big mission. Yeah sure being called back for it really raised your ego. But the mission is to destroy an unauthorized uranium enrichment facility, not that you think you can't do it. But this mission is described as the scariest mission any aviator could be put on.

So whether you go on this mission or not is up to you and you've fully decided that you are going on this mission, with Phoenix as your back seater of course.

You guys walk into the meeting area and sit at your desk next to Fanboy and Payback. "Hi y/n" Bob smiles at you "Hi bob. How is-" You're cut off by Cyclone "Everybody please take a seat." He clears his throat.

You sit by Phoenix and look up to see Warlock and Cyclone. "The pilots sitting in front of me were called back to Top gun because you guys are the elite. The best of the best." Warlock says.

"Damn straight." Hangman says earning a chuckle from the team. " We no longer have the technological advantage, for this mission, success now more than ever comes down to the man or woman in the box." Hangman looks at you and Pheonix and you put your middle finger up on the side of your head. Bates clears his throat.

"Today you will be introduced to your new instructor, he is a Top Gun graduate with real world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary, and he is considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. What he has to teach you they very well mean the difference between life and death." Admiral Bates says. You all turn around to look at the instructor. Holy shit it's Maverick. You've always felt a little something for him.

"I give you Captain Pete Mitchell. Callsign, Maverick." They step away as Maverick takes their spot. "Good morning" he says looking over the squad. But when he looks at you, you guys make direct eye contact and he gives you a smile.

He talks about what trainings will look like and you guys are dismissed. You and Phoenix are walking down the hall and she looks around to make sure nobody is around. "So what the hell was that about? She asks "what?"

"You were basically drooling over him y/n oh my gosh." She laughs "Didn't he work with your brother? Is he not too old for you?" Thinking about it, he's not too old for you. He's just 2 years older.

"Yeah, they did work together, but he's younger than Nick so Mav is closer to my age than he is." You say

"Wow nicknames already? Just marry the guy y/n." She teases. "There's no way he would ever go for me. The second Penny knows he's back at North Island she'll come running back." You sigh

"Who's gonna come running back?" You hear from down the hall "Holy shit. Uh- um no one." Your eyes widen as Phoenix gives you a smirk.

"Alright well training starts at 1. I'll see you later." He walks away. "There's no way he didn't hear me say that about Penny." You say turning around towards Phoenix and she laughs at you.

You and Phoenix are in the air with Fanboy and Payback, and Hangman.

"Good afternoon aviators, welcome to basic fighting maneuvers, as briefed today's exercise consists of dogfighting, guns only no missiles. You do not go below the hard deck of 5,000 feet. Working as a team you must shoot me down or else.. "Or else what, sir?" Payback asks "Or else I shoot back, If I shoot any of you down, you both lose."

"This guy needs an ego check." Hangman says "So what do you say we put some skin in to the game?" Payback says. "What do you have in mind?"

"Whoever gets shot down first has to do 200 pushups." Payback suggests "Guys, that's a lot of pushups." Mav replies

"Well they don't call it an exercise for nothing, sir." Fanboy adds. "You got yourselves a deal gentlemen, ladies you good with that?" He asks you guys. You chuckle "Alright yeah, let's turn and burn." You say.

"Fanboy do you see him?" Payback asks "Nothing on my radar, must be somewhere behind us." You guys are right next to each other, very little space between your planes. Suddenly Maverick comes in between.

"Shit!" You yell. He flies up further and circles back. "Tally Tally Tally!" Phoenix says "Mavericks coming in break left y/n!" You hear from Fanboy. "Y/n where are you!" Payback asks. "I'm coming I'm coming." You say heading towards him. "Payback break right." You tell him to and he does, getting out of Mavericks clear shot. "Y/n just saved your asses guys, but it's gonna cost her." Maverick says heading for you.

"Fuck! Y/n what's your plan?" Phoenix says tapping the glass indicating that maverick is right there. "Trust me he's not getting us." You say. He's right behind you and your plan was to go up and circle behind, but instead you go further down. "Y/n you're too low!! You're hitting the hard deck" Payback yells "Altitude, Altitude, Altitude." The alarm sound blares "Oh shit!" You immediately pull back up, giving Maverick a clear shot.

"That's a kill." He says. Fuck, you let your team down. And now you owe pushups.

"Down 120, Down 121..." Your arms burn as you do your pushups, goddammit you still have 80 to go. Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy are watching from the window. "That should be us down there." Fanboy says. "Yeah but it's not, and now you know a little something about y/n, she'll do anything for her team." Phoenix smiles looking down at you.

"Yeah she's one stubborn girl. But she won't ever let you guys down or leave a wingman behind I know that's for sure." Maverick says from behind them. "Hey so what's up with you guys? Are you a thing, sir?" Fanboy asks but Phoenix elbows him. "Sorry?" Mav says, Fanboy clears his throat "Nothing sir, my apologies." He says walking away.

You've just finished the day and as you shut your locker you find Maverick behind you. "Holy shit." You get scared by his sudden appearance, you clear your throat. "Excuse me, sir" you say trying to walk around. He grabs your arm

"Hey wait" he turns you to look at him. You make eye contact and you can feel your cheeks burning red. "I wanted to let you know that your team appreciates what you do for them, that from today and just in general. I appreciate you." He says and he gives you a smile. You can feel butterflies in your stomach but you can do nothing more than just smile. "Oh, thank you." You chuckle, you realize his hand has been on your shoulder this whole time. His hand moves up to your face to tuck your hair behind your ear. "I'll see you tomorrow, y/n." He says and then walk away. You make your way down the hallway to leave. What the fuck just happened?

The next few days of training is more dogfighting. Same rules, you die, you owe pushups. Throughout the day nobody has been able to get a kill on Maverick, you're hoping to today. You're in the air with Hangman, Bob and Phoenix. Out of nowhere Maverick comes in between you.

"Greetings aviators, fights on." He says

"Break right y/n" Hangman yells and you do except he goes the other way. Maverick follows you instead of Hangman. "Fuck, where's he going?" Bob asks. "That's why we call him hangman, he always hangs you out to dry." You groan trying to get Maverick off your tail.

"Leaving your wingman. That's a strategy I haven't seen in a while." Maverick says looking in Hangman's direction. "He just called you a man y/n, you gonna take that?" Hangman chuckles "So long as he doesn't call you a man." You say taking a sharp turn to try and get away.

"Talk to me Bob where's Maverick?" You ask "Jeez! His nose is already coming back." He says looking back at him "Get him off me Hangman!" You yell

"For all you folks at home, this is how you bury a fossil." Hangman says trying to shoot Maverick down.

"Alright Hangman, time to teach you a lesson." Mav says circling back. "You're out y/n" he says. "Son of a bitch!" You yell smacking the dashboard. You hear Phoenix and Bob sigh but they tell you it's not your fault. Very soon Hangman is dead too. You know after hearing "that's a kill."

"Down 78, Down 79..."

"Y/n shouldn't be down here again" Bob says while doing pushups. "Well I wonder why she is." Hangman grunts

"Maybe cause I don't leave my team, bagman." You say, from the corner of your eye you can see Maverick chuckling from your comment. "That's funny, Maverick said the same thing yesterday." Phoenix says. You don't respond, but you're just thinking about it. Maverick talking about you?

Next day's training is the last day for this situational dogfight. But today it's just you and Hangman in the air. "Y/n I have a question, what's up with you and Maverick?"he asks, bringing flush to your cheeks again just at the thought of it. "Nothing hangman." You say clearing your throat. Maverick comes up and initiates the fight. You grunt and immediately get at it and follow Maverick.

"What is with these two?" Hangman says just watching you guys. You're just going further and further down, you're past the hard deck and just circling with Maverick. "Let's get it over with y/n, your strategy is about to run us into the ground what's your move?" He asks

"You can bail out anytime." You say looking him straight in the eyes. "Pull up, pull up! Pull up, pull up!" You hear from the alarm system. Maverick grunts and pulls up. You do so too. "C'mon you got it, now don't think just do." He encourages you.

"C'mon y/n you got it, just drop down and take the shot!" You hear Hangman say. You're going to, but it's too low. "Too late had your chance." Mav says and turns straight up. He circles back and shoots you. "That's a kill, y/n." He says. "Goddammit!" You yell. "Go see Hondo about your pushups" he says and flies away.

As you're doing your pushups, Hondo stopped counting a while ago but you haven't stopped. "Alright that's enough." He says but you still don't stop. He walks away and you stop once your arms can't take it anymore.

"Kid, with how training's going so far for you, it does not seem like you're going on this mission." Hangman says walking up to you. You scoff and get up, you begin walking away when he grabs you by the shoulder.

"Get out of your head, y/n. I don't know if it's simply that our instructor is Maverick, if that's what's bothering you but whatever it is, it cannot get in your way." He says, you listened to him without turning around, you wanted to turn around and slap the shit out of just cause you felt like it. Instead you walk away.

You head towards your locker and grab your stuff. You walk out to your car and throw your bags in the trunk, it's laundry day. You shut your trunk and get into the driver's seat. Shit you forgot your ID key card that lets you into the building. You groan and go to the front door and look through the glass. You see Cyclone walk by and you knock rapidly hoping he will hear you. Luckily he does and he lets you in.

"Lieutenant L/n, shouldn't you have your own card to be let in?" He asks raising his eyebrow at you. You sigh, "Yes sir, I set it at my locker and I forgot to grab it." You say looking down.

He notices that something is off and he runs your shoulder. "I'm gonna let you off with a warning but it better be the first and last time this happens. I can't emphasize enough how important it is that you never lose your ID card okay?Have a good night lieutenant." He says and you speed walk to your locker.

You turn the corner and Maverick is walking towards you. Before he has the chance to say anything you just walk past him.

You hear him scoff and when you get to your locker and you're unlocking it he comes by you. "Y/n what the fuck is your problem?" He asks

"What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you shoot me down over and over again?" You say shutting your locker. You grab your ID and start walking back from where you came in but he follows you. You make it to your car again and he's still right behind you.

"Don't think that just because I like you I'm gonna go easy on you." He says "fuck" he mutters. You immediately stop and turn around "You what?" You say.

"Wait no I didn't mean it." He starts, your heart drops. "Oh. Okay then." You say getting into your car but he stops you. "No wait y/n, I did mean it. I'm sorry for being a dick." He apologizes. "I don't know what to say." You say looking down.

"Well I think it would be okay if you start with telling me if you like me too or not." He chuckles awkwardly.

You laugh and look up at his stupid smile, his stupid eyes and his stupid gorgeous face. "Oh my gosh Maverick" you say as you pull him in to you to kiss him. He pulls away and he looks at you. "I'm guessing that's a yes?" He chuckles. "Yes Mav." You chuckle and he leans in to kiss you again, he deepens the kiss by pushing you against your car door.

He pulls away again. "Y/n, you've just gotta believe in yourself. You're one of the greatest pilots I know, you're just getting into your head about this mission but trust me you will get it." He says. You just nod your head and he lets you into your car and you leave.

Over the next week, you guys train more dogfighting.and overall defense. Today's exercise is going through the actual course of the mission. Maverick has already showed you guys the course and now you're ready to go through with it. "So for today's lesson we're gonna go easy on you guys. Max ceiling, 300 feet. Time to target, 3 minutes." Mav explains. "Fuck." You mutter under your breath.

"Good luck" he smiles at the crew.

You're in the air with Phoenix, and Coyote.

"Time is 1 minute thirty, we are 2 seconds behind. Increase to 490 knots." Phoenix tells you. "We've gotta move Coyote!" You groan. He speeds up too much and almost hits you. "Oh shit!" He yells and he pulls up and the alarm on his radar starts beeping.

"Why are they dead?" Maverick asks. "We broke the 300 foot ceiling, then a sam took us out." You explain. "No, why are they dead?" He asks again "I slowed down and I didn't communicate." Coyote says. "Why didn't you communicate with your team?" Mav asks

"I was too focused on- Coyote starts but is interrupted. "No, a reason that their family will accept at the funeral." Maverick says.

Maverick looks at you and asks "Why didn't you anticipate the turn?" but before he lets you answer he says again "Don't tell me y/n, tell it to her family" and nods towards Phoenix.

Hangman, Fanboy and Payback die too due to Hangman's obliviousness. Hangman backs it up with "either a man flies like Maverick or a man does not make it back." Mavericks lectures are just him emphasizing how you must focus on all things at once, how focusing too much on one thing and too little on another can get you killed.

The days over and you're done putting stuff away at your locker. Making sure to not forget anything this time you walk out to your car. Before leaving the building, Maverick comes up to you. "Hey y/n, I just wanted to say good job today." He says

"You don't mean it, I killed my team and I don't even have a good enough excuse to fucking say at the funeral. I'll see you tomorrow." You say getting into your car.

The next day, Maverick is called into a meeting with Cyclone and Warlock. He finds out that he will no longer be instructing since the operation has been set for a week earlier. Cyclone believes that the only thing Maverick has taught us that the mission cannot be flown.

Everybody is called to the meeting room. "I will be intructing the training for this mission now. We have less than a week, the time set has been moved earlier. As of today there are new mission parameters." Cyclone explains. "The time to target is now 4 minutes."

"Doesn't that expose us to their fighting air crafts?" Coyote asks "it does, so it will be a dogfight. But it seems like that's the only thing Maverick "taught" you." He replies. "Goddamn, we'll be sitting ducks." Fanboy sighs.

Suddenly the screen turns on and shows the flight course, indicating someone is airborne in an f-18 single. "Who the hell is that?" Asks Cyclone.

"Maverick entering point alpha. Confirm green range." Comes from the radio. "Uh maverick, green range confirmed. I don't see an event scheduled for you, sir." Also comes from the radio. "Well I'm going anyway." Maverick replies

The whole group sits up straight intrigued to see the screen. Maverick sets the time to target as 2 minutes 15 seconds. "2:15? That's impossible " says Coyote. Maverick begins the course. Surely, he makes it and lands the bombs perfectly, he even finished with 15 seconds to spare. Leaving everyone stunned. "Damn" is all Hangman says.

It is now the day of the mission. For Maverick to have a last chance to fly for Top Gun, he will be flying the mission since he showed it can be flown.

Everybody is in the room, Cyclone is talking about how the 5 people who do not fly the mission will stand by for any alternative roles.

"It has been an honor flying with you, each and every one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission, my choice is a reflection of that." Maverick says.

"Choose your two foxtrot teams." Cyclone says. You feel so nervous because you don't know if you're going or not. "Payback and Fanboy, Phoenix and Bob." He sighs. Fuck, you're not going. Bob will be Pheonix's backseater and Fanboy will be Paybacks's.

Everybody looks at you confused as to why you're not paired with Phoenix. "And your wingman?." Cyclone asks. Tension filling the room, everybody is expecting it to be Hangman if not Rooster.

"Y/n." Maverick says.

"The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserve role that's required. Dismissed." Admiral Bates says.

Phoenix and Bob come up to you and Bob pats you on the back.

"Holy shit y/n, it's gonna be different flying without you. But we're gonna do it." Phoenix says wrapping her arm around you.

Preparing for the mission, Cyclone speaks to you guys once again about the time to target and detailed specifics about the mission. "This is what you've all been training for. Come home safely."

You guys are on the tarmac, you go up to Maverick and shove him. "Hey! what the fuck was that for?" He asks while turning around.

"Why the hell did you pick me?" You say "because I believe in you, y/n. I know that you can do it, I couldn't do it without you being my wingman. don't go into this thinking that you can't do it." He says putting his hand on your shoulder.

You feel so nervous and you start breathing fast. "It will be okay I promise." He says pulling you into a hug. "We'll talk when we get back okay." He says giving you a smile.

Your breathing going back to normal you take a deep breath and head for your plane as he heads for his.

You give Phoenix and Bob a salute as they get in their planes. You take a deep breath and put your helmet on. Hondo comes up to your plane. "You got this y/n. It's been an honor, I believe in you." He says wiping his tears. You look at him still scared as hell. " Don't give me that look." He laughs "it's the only one i've got." You say patting his shoulder.

"good luck and come home please." He says as you shut your ceiling in.

" Dagger one, up and ready." Mav says through the radio. "Dagger spare, up and ready. You hear from Hangman. "Dagger three, up and ready." From Phoenix. You take a deep breath. "Dagger two, up and ready." You say

"Support assets airborne, strike package ready, standing by for launch decision." You hear from back in the room everybody is in. "Send them." Cyclone says. "Dagger one away." Maverick goes. "Dagger two away." You follow Maverick. "Dagger three away" Pheonix follows. "Dagger four away" and finally Payback follows too.

"Daggers descending below radar." Maverick says as you guys fly into the fog. "Enemy territory up ahead" Mav says. He takes a deep breath, looking back at the rest of the dagger squad. "Dagger attack." He says and they release the missiles. "Tomahawks airborne" you hear. "No turning back now." Says Admiral Bates. You see the tomahawks fly above you guys.

"Daggers, ascend to attack formation" Maverick says and you guys do so. "Daggers set, proceeding to target, time set to 2 minutes and thirty seconds in three, two, one, mark." Maverick says and starts his timer. "Two mark." You say pressing yours. "Three mark, Four mark." You hear from Phoenix and Payback.

"Going in." Mav says. As you guys go in, you stay low and you're good under radar. You look up and see sams set.

"2 minutes to target!" Bob says

"Copy, were 14 seconds behind y/n we've got to move!" Payback says to you. Your palms are sweaty and breathing is heavy.

"Thirty seconds to tomahawk impact on enemy airstrip." You hear from the radio.

"Dagger, Comanche. We're picking up two bandits." You hear. "Where the hell did they come from?" Cyclone says. Shit. "They're headed the other way, they don't know we're here. But the second those tomahawks hit, they will turn around." Mav says "copy", and you guys reply.

"We have to get there before they do. Daggers, increase speed." Maverick says. Phoenix does, but you don't. "Sir, daggers two and four are behind schedule. Time to target, one minute twenty seconds." You hear from the radio again. Fuck. "Tomahawk impact in three, two, one." You hear. "Impact!".

"They know we're coming now." Cyclone says.

"Bandits are switching direction to defend enemy target." "Y/n, where are you?" Maverick asks. But you don't reply. "C'mon y/n! Bandits are inbound we gotta make time up now! Let's turn and burn." Payback says. "If we don't increase speed now, they'll be waiting for us when we get there y/n." Payback says

You take a deep breath still rapidly breathing. "Y/n, you can do it. Don't think, just do." Mav whispers to you.

You suddenly increase speed. "Jesus y/n, not that fast!" Payback says but you keep going. "Alright let's go." you say continuing with Payback following you. "Damn y/n take it easy!" Fanboy yells.

"Sir, dagger two is engaging." "Alright now hit your target and come home." Cyclone says. "Thirty seconds to target, Bob check your laser." Mav says "Code verified, laser is a go!" Bob says. They pop up, and drop in "Bombs away." Maverick says and successfully hits the target.

"Direct hit!" He yells. "There's miracle number one." Warlock says through the radio. "Dagger two, status?" He asks "We're almost there Mav!" You yell. You pop up and drop in. "Fanboy where's my laser?" You ask. "Y/n there's something wrong with this laser, shit!" Fanboy yells fumbling with the laser. "Dead eye! Dead eye! Dead eye!" He yells. "Fuck! There's no time, I'm dropping in blind." You say

"Nearly there, don't!" Fanboy yells but you do so anyway.

"Bombs away! Bombs away!" You yell and immediately pull up. You've successfully hit the target as you see it explode while you're still pulling up. "Bullseye! Bullseye! Bullseye!" You hear from the radio followed by cheering. "There's miracle number two." Warlock says "Now they're in coffin corner." Cyclone says.

"We're not out of this yet!" Maverick grunts, struggling. Your eyes want to shut, but you're fighting with all you can to stay conscious.

Maverick and Phoenix make it over the mountain, setting off the sams. "Smoke in the air! Phoenix break right!" You hear Maverick yell. You're still fighting for your life trying not to pass out. "Here comes another one!" You hear Bob yell.

"Y/n status!" Maverick yells. You make it over the mountain. You see the sams heading towards you. "Oh my god! Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!" You yell.

"Break right y/n! Break right!" You hear fanboy yell at you. "There's more coming!" He says "deploying flares!" You reply. You press the red button and your flares are launched, defending.

"Negative contact!" You grunt. "Y/n! Watch out! 9 o'clock!!" Fanboy yells at you smacking his window in the direction of where they are coming. They were gonna hit Phoenix, but she moved out of the way and they were headed towards you.

"2 more on your left y/n!" Bob yells. Shit. Missiles are coming at you from both sides and you don't know where to go. "Defending!" You yell but you're out of flares. "Shit I'm out of flares!" You tell trying to break left but their on your tail.

"Dagger one defending!" Maverick grunts getting in the way of you and the missiles headed towards you. "Maverick no!" You yell as he gets hit, not taking out all of the missiles in time and falling down towards a mountain about to burn in.

"Shit!" You yell, tears swelling in your eyes. "Dagger one is hit! I repeat, Dagger one is hit! Maverick is down!" Phoenix yells into the radio. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Dagger one status? Does anyone see him?" You yell.

"I didn't see a parachute, y/n." Payback says. "We're gonna circle back. We have to!" You yell still looking in the direction where he fell. "Comanche, bandits inbound, single group, recommend dagger head south. One minute to intercept." You hear coming from the radio. "Get them back to the carrier, now." You hear cyclone say. Fuck, the tears leave your eyes. You're going after Maverick.

"All daggers head for ECP, you have bandits headed to you."

"What about maverick!" You yell. "Tell her there's nothing she can do about Maverick. Not in a goddamn F-18!" Cyclone says

"Dagger spare, request permission to launch and fly air cover!" You hear Hangman yell. "Negative, spare."

"Fuck!" You smack your hand against the dashboard. "Send search and rescue." Warlock says. But cyclone says no, not with bandits in the air. "Sir! Maverick is still out there." Hondo says but Cyclone says we are not losing anyone else today. "Get them home now." He says

"Dagger, you are not to engage." The tears keep coming from your eyes. "Dagger two, return to carrier. Dagger two acknowledge, you are not to engage."

"Y/n, the bandits are closing in. We can't go back." Phoenix says, her voice breaking. "He's gone y/n." Fanboy says

You break sharply and go in Mavericks direction. "Y/n no!" Phoenix yells. You're flying over the mountain where he got hit. You set off more sams from that corner. "Where are you Mav, where are you." You whisper to yourself looking over the area. Unaware and without flares you get hit. "Fuck!" You yell.

"Dagger two is hit, I repeat Dagger two is hit." You hear coming from the radio and you're about to crash. At the last second you're able to eject and crash-land into some trees. You land safely on the ground and you fold up your parachute.

"You alright!!" You hear somebody yell and you look up and see Maverick sprinting at you. You gasp as he aggressively throws himself at you, hugging you and you both fall to the floor. You push him off of you and get up.

"What the hell!?" You yell at him. "What are you doing here y/n! You think I took that missile for you to be down here with me? You should be back on the carrier by now!!" He says to you. "I saved your life!" You say looking up at his tall figure, poking your finger into his chest.

"I saved your life! That's the whole fucking point. What the hell were you even thinking??" He says pushing your hand off of his chest. "You told me not to think!!" You scream back at him smacking his hand. You guys look at each other for a few seconds, catching your breath.

"Fuck. Well it's good to see you." He says. You look at him for a bit. You throw yourself at him bringing him into a hug. "It's good to see you too." You say as he's holding on to you tightly.

"C'mon I have a plan." he says putting his arm around your waist, guiding you. You guys walk about half a mile past some trees. You guys find a rock to hide behind, you look over at the enemy's base. Alarms blaring and you see people scrambling all over the place, trying to figure out why their runway was taken out.

Maverick is looking through his binoculars. "Hey look." He says handing them to you. "You're joking." You say as you see the F-14 that he's talking about. "It's either that or we're dead y/n." He says taking them back. "We don't even know if that piece of shit can fly, Mav." You say. "Well let's go find out." He says jumping over the rock. "Fuck. Mav! okay." you say wiping your face.

You follow him and once you catch up you hold onto his arm. "Wait up." You say. "Sorry" he says slowing down. "Mav, there's people." You whisper, tugging on his arm. "Okay okay." He says slowing down a lot. "Wait no, okay uhh here let's run." He says starting to run and you do so too.

You guys make it to the F-14. Mav makes his way over to the dash system. "Okay, okay once I give you the signal, you're gonna flip the switch until the needle reaches 120. Once the engine turns on, you're gonna pull up all of the pins and unplug everything. Understand?" He says looking at you. "Yeah, yeah I got it." You say. He presses the button to turn it on and it starts. "Yes!" He exlaims.

He turns around to get in and he puts on his helmet. But he stops and turns back around. "Hey-" he says, he grabs your face and kisses you. You pull away and look at him "we're gonna make it y/n." He says and you kiss him again.

He gets in and gives you the signal. You flip the switch when you see the needle reach 120. You run around the plane, unplugging everything and you stow his ladder and jump on.

You get into your seat and get settled. "Holy shit, this thing's old." You chuckle looking over all of the buttons. You guys start driving out and onto the runway. "Both runways are cratered Mav, how are we gonna get this museum piece up?" You ask.

Mav looks around and pulls a lever. "Why are the wings coming out Mav?" You say with your face pressed against the glass as you look down.

"Just hold on." He replies and accelerates rapidly. "Holy shit! Mav this is not a runway!!" You yell. You guys barely make it up in the air, your wheels hitting the cratered tarmac piece on the way up, breaking off.

You turn your radio on, connecting to the carrier. You and Maverick make it to sea. You see two planes coming up behind you guys. "Mav, there's somebody coming." You say tapping the glass.

"Shit, okay put your mask on. Smile and wave, if they knew who we were we'd already be dead." He says and you put on your mask. You look to your left and the enemy plane is right there, you guys wave. The pilot signals something to Mav.

"What does that mean?" You whisper. "Uh, I have no idea. Never seen it." He replies and he signals something to the guy. "Mav, his backseater is reaching into the weapons envelope. Can we outrun these guys?" You ask, getting scared.

"Y/n, look at the yellow flaps under your seat. That is the ejection handle you're gonna pull it when I tell you to." He says.

"Mav, can we outrun them?" You ask again. "No y/n. Not in a F-14." He sighs. "It's not the plane Mav, it's the pilot. You'd go after them if I wasn't here." You reply. "But you are here." He says.

"Fuck. Okay, hold on y/n" he says and he rapidly accelerates, trying to flee. The other guys immediately act on it and they start shooting. "flares y/n!" Mav yells. You press the button, releasing the flares and stopping the missiles.

"That was close!" You yell. Another shot headed towards you and you press the button again. "Mav were out of flares!! Break right!" He does so and the missles barely miss you guys.

You guys are nearing a valley, you can make it through if you get low enough. Maverick says the terrain will trip out the guys system. Once you make it through the small valley, Mav takes a sharp turn, causing the other guy to crash into the mountain. "Yes Mav! Splash one!' you yell excitedly.

"Fuck!! Maverick there's another one!" You smack his shoulder to get his attention. "Y/n we can't take anymore of this." Mav says as you guys start to get shot at. "Eject y/n! Eject!" He yells at you.

You pull at the yellow striped handles but you're not budging. "I said eject y/n!" He yells again. "It's not working!!" You yell still yanking at the handles. The other plane shoots at you guys again. "We're not gonna make it!" You yell.

Suddenly, the missile is intercepted by another flare coming from your right. The enemy plane is shot down.

"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, your lord and savior, hangman." You hear as the plane gets near you. "Holy shit!" You laugh feeling a wave of relief take over your body. You settle back into your seat. He comes up right next to you guys. Maverick chuckles. "You look good Hangman." He says "I am good Mav, I'm very good." He smirks. "C'mon guys, lets go home." You say.

"Arriving at the carrier, barricade net needed. I repeat barricade net needed." Hangman says into his radio. You guys fly over the carrier, seeing the crew setting up the net. You circle back around and crash into the net.

You raise the ceiling and let out a heavy sigh, taking off your helmet. "Maverick!!

Y/n!!" Hondo yells running towards you guys. Everybody surrounds you guys cheering you guys on.

You jump off and stand on the tarmac, your heart still racing from the adrenaline. Phoenix, Rooster, Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Bob and Hangman all run up to you. Engulfing you in a group hug.

"I never thought I'd be this happy to see you y/n." Payback says. "Yeah. Never do that shit again." Fanboy says pulling you into a hug. You pull away smiling and you look at Pheonix. "I knew you'd never leave anyone behind." She says bringing you into a tight hug and you hug her back tightly. You look back at Bob. "I don't know what to say. Holy shit y/n you almost died!" He yells at you hugging you. "It's good to see you too Bob." You chuckle.

Hangman clears his throat, you all look at him and see that he's looking at Mav coming up to you. "Go! Go!" Fanboy and Phoenix whisper pushing you away. Maverick comes up to you and hugs you tightly.

You fall into his touch, embracing him as if it's the last hug you'll ever get from him. "Y/n, you saved me. I couldn't have done it without you." He says. "And I couldn't have done it without you." You say looking up at him. "Not too bad for a wingman hey?" He chuckles. "As long as I'm only your wingman." You say looking up at him, smiling.

"Of course, we make the best team y/n." He says, his facial expression softening. He grabs your face and brings you closer. Pulling you into a kiss, you kiss him back. It was a passionate kiss, filled with the thrill from the mission and a promise of what was yet to come.

"Be mine, y/n." He whispers looking into your eyes. "Always." You say, leaning back into another kiss.

This one was a long one! I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please send in requests! By the way, slider x trans! male reader coming soon as requested by anon! :)

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brucewaynehater101 · 1 year ago

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When the others inevitably find out about the warped dynamic between Tim and Bruce they decide to completely take advantage of it and tell Tim that they’re planning on going out

And tim sees them as his siblings or distant relatives so he doesn’t really think that he needs to give them permission or that he has any authority over them so he just nods and tells them to be safe

When they get caught by Bruce they just immediately throw Tim under the bus by saying that he said they could go and Tim is realizing that his siblings are exploiting the loophole that is Tim and must work his way out of this blunder

Alright. Brilliant. However, here's how I'm imaging the scene to play out:

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Damian has been glaring at Tim for the last thirteen minutes. Tim has been steadfast in ignoring whatever weird intimidation technique the kid is trying to pull with him. As he's taken to most of the batkids, he sticks to the motto, "it's not my business until it is."

The best part about that motto is how vague it is so Tim can shape it to whatever aim he pleases. It works for him, and it works against everyone else (unless it's Duke. The teen ruthlessly utilizes the loophole of making whatever situation he needs Tim for into Tim's problem).

Regardless, Tim has been clacking away at Neon Knights paperwork while Damian stares at Tim without blinking. An idle thought of Tim's almost makes him navigate to LoA servers to check their training programs (thirteen whole minutes without blinking???), but his willpower is strong enough to ignore it.

"Timothy."

Tim immediately closes his laptop and whips around to Damian.

Did the little gremlin actually refer to Tim by his first name?

Tim's fingers twitch with the urge to perform an injury check on the kid, but he refrains. Damian seems fine.

Well... besides the unblinking stare for thirteen minutes and the first name. Maybe Tim should perform tha-

"Colin and I would like to go to the zoo on Saturday, Timothy."

Tim's thoughts snap back to present at the confusing series of events that are playing out. He clocks the kid's clenched teeth, his hesitancy to even utter any words, the delayed conversation, the first name usage, the way Damian's eyes betray irritation and anticipation, his strict posture, and the way Damian's hands are clasped behind his back. It's a confusing set of clues laid out before Tim, and he can only come to one conclusion.

Damian is reaching out and offering an olive branch. He's offering random information in his socially stunted way of bonding.

Tim allows a soft smile to appear on his face as he nods. "Are there any animals in particular you want to see?"

Damian's eyebrow furrow, but he does answer the question. "Richard has prattled on about the elegance of elephants. Colin is partial to the tigers."

While that didn't necessarily answer the question, Tim offers him a nod. "I particularly enjoy their bird enclosures. They allow you to walk inside some of them as they fly around you."

Damian's eyes gain a concerning gleam to them, but Tim just hopes this bonding exercise brings them closer together. It's been hectic in the Manor ever since the other Bats found out about the true nature of his relationship with Bruce. It's not as huge of a deal as they seem to be making of it.

Tim grabs his laptop, places it on his lap, and pries it open again. "I hope you guys have fun at the zoo."

By the soft and intentional putter of feet, Tim can hear Damian walking away. "Thank you, Timothy."

"You're welcome, Dames."

Tim finds out Saturday night, when the batcave is filled with 3 tigers, 6 elephants, and so many birds, what Damian actual meant by him going to the zoo. Bruce is furious, several of the Batkids are laughing, and Tim is quietly hiding his amusement as well.

Or he was until Damian explained that Tim had given him permission to do it and even told him to grab all the birds.

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #damian wayne #dc au #thank you for the ask!!!!#tim is a tired dad who didn't realize he suddenly got promoted to being everyone's dad

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my-my-my · 9 months ago

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KINKTOBER DAY 2 - Restraints: Bazzard Black x Female Reader

As requested by @joemamamatheslayerr.

Summary: Weeks have gone by since Bazz B's final training excursion with Captain Qilge Opie's soldiers. Yet he can't shake off the image from his mind of the female Soldat who used rope to capture her prey...

TW: MDNI! Bazz is a bit of an asshole in this, Female Quincy!Reader, swearing, dirty talk, restraints in the form of ropes, oral sex.

Word count: 2498

Read on AO3 here.

Bazz B wiped the sweat off his face as he tried to catch his breath. Captain Opie’s training program for new Sternritters was punishing and unforgiving, but with a glint in his eyes, Bazz was determined to survive the final day.

This was the final training before the war against the Shinigami. The training regiment gave Bazz a firsthand experience of Captain Opie’s cruelty during the Hollow hunting excursions, and the punishments he doled out to his soldiers that didn’t meet his expectations.

But after today, Bazz would complete his final training with the Executive Hunting Captain and walk proudly with the other Sternritters to wage war against the Shinigami. No matter how exhausted he was, Bazz couldn’t stop grinning as he looked forward to it.

Today’s mission was role reversal of sorts, where the new Sternritters would be the hunted, and the Jagdarmee serving Captain Opie, would be the hunters. The new Sternritters would need to cross the heavily forested, yet mountainous terrain to their final resting camp. Captain Opie wanted the new recruits to use any means necessary to conceal themselves, using the terrain to their advantage, but they were forbidden from using their abilities.

A few of the Jagdarmee saw Bazz in the distance, so he concealed himself among the trees, while flicking a random reishi arrow into the horizon to throw them off.

The Jagdarmee sprinted past him, with Bazz’s smirk growing larger as they miscalculated to where he was. He remained hidden in the trees until he sensed their reishi far off in the distance. The distance between him and the soldiers would not cause him any problems for the remainder of the area he needed to cover. From the cover of the trees, he could see the camp in the nearby distance. He was almost there.

As he jumped down and landed under the forest clearing, he heard a comrade yelp nearby. The Executive Captain’s remarks were bellowing in his ears, “it is every Quincy for himself. Those who are caught are not strong enough to serve Our Highness.”

But Bazz wasn’t going to help, he just wanted a good laugh at the bastard caught by the Jagdarmee. His hunting days of youth with Jugram taught and honed his hunting skills, as well as how to remain undetected by prey, so Bazz remained hidden in the trees as he peered into what had happened.

And he regretted it instantly.

A female Jagdarmee member had restrained a candidate with, what Bazz was assuming, special reishi ropes. He stared at the scene, unsure as to why he couldn’t look away. Was it the way she held her head up high? The way she gripped the rope, holding the candidate in place? Her face was expressionless, yet she looked regal as if it was her place to be on top, with one foot on the candidate’s head, forcing them into the ground.

But before Bazz could savour the sight, he felt more Jagdarmee quickly approaching. Without hesitation, Bazz made his way towards the finish line, and to his rightful place as a member of the Sternritters.

A few weeks or so had passed since the final excursion, and Bazz was pissed off. Laying in his bed, staring at his ceiling, he was getting annoyed at the random female soldier he fucked last night, who didn’t fucking leave, after several pointed comments for her to go. His patience, which was limited to begin with, was growing thin as she incessantly chattered about something.

“Get the fuck off me and get out!” Bazz yelled, trying to push the woman off his chest, as she fawned over how much fun she had, how good he was. Normally he would egg his bedmates for more praises, maybe having a quickie before they left for their separate duties, but as of late, Bazz was left unsatisfied and furious.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” she yelled back, grabbing her uniform off the floor.

“You’re the slut who spread her legs for me!” He bellowed, his words laced with anger, “maybe think twice before you become a fucking whore to any guy who gives a glance at you.” He snapped, as she slammed the door of his chamber.

“Fucking bitch.” Bazz yelled, as he threw his lamp at the door.

As her stomps faded away, Bazz got up and cleaned up his room, trying to reign in his anger. He swept the shattered remnants of his lamp, made his bed and began his morning routine.

Until his infuriating mind, flashed a vision of the female Jagdarmee member, holding her rope tightly. He muttered obscenities as he looked down to his cock, watching it twitch from the memory. His once limp cock, hardening at the thought of her. He glared at himself in the mirror, but Bazz was never one to dwell on problems. He knew what would solve this.

Bazz had found, from listening to his comrades (for once), that the first regiment of Captain Opie’s Jagdarmee were staying Silbern for an indefinite amount of time. They were to lend support for the upcoming war.

“So where are they staying?” Bazz bluntly asked Jugram, who narrowed his eyes at Bazz’s question.

“Silbern can hold all of the Wandenreich.” Jugram curtly said, “the Jagdarmee will have their own quarters separate from the Sternritters, as the palace prepares for Our Highness’ ascent.”

“Jugo, what’s with the attitude asshole?” Bazz snapped, hating the underlying tone laced in Jugram’s words.

“I saw the female soldier leave your room this morning in anger. Whatever your plans with the Jagdarmee are, leave them out of it.” Jugram sneered.

Bazz’s temper flared at Jugram’s comment, but he held himself back. It wasn’t like Jugram was off the mark, but the persistence of that one Jagdarmee solider was slowly being etched into his mind, driving him into a frenzy. Before more words could be exchanged, the Sternritters and the rest of the Wandenreich were summoned to Yhwach’s hall.

Bazz scanned his surroundings, taking note of all the Quincies in attendance. Yhwach shared that the preparations for the war were well under way, and the daten on cumbersome Shinigami, would be distributed to all Sternritter and soldiers in the coming days.

It was then he saw her, not far from the front. Her eyes were in awe as she hung to Yhwach’s every word.

Then the meeting concluded. Bazz watched from a distance as he watched her walk away with her comrades in tow, silently trailing them to their quarters. He watched her walk, with whom he assumed were friends, with the casual and relaxed demeanour the group had. Then to Bazz’s surprise, she apologized to the group and split away to another corridor.

As Bazz entered the hallway, she was gone, until he heard her voice. She had sprung up behind him.

“Why are you stalking me, Bazzard Black?” You asked him.

“You Jagdarmee bastards really know your shit. Nothing gets passed you, huh.” Bazz chuckled, holding his hands up as if he got caught stealing. He slowly turned around to face you, a smirk growing on his face. He inspected you, his eyes gleaning with appreciation for what he saw.

Your uniform looked pristine, as if you weren’t in the wilderness the days before. Your face was emotionless as ever as he inspected you over.

“Well, what is it?” You asked him, “spit it out, we don’t have all day.” As he continued to stare at you.

“Those ropes of yours, care to show me how it works? Never seen a Quincy use ropes like that before.” He lied, making his way closer to you.

You rolled your eyes, “you’re a terrible liar.” Bazz’s eyes flashed in anger, but you continued to speak, as you looked him over, “but I’ll let that slide, if you tell me what it is you want.” You said, confidently.

Bazz smirked at your response, “I will. Just lead me to your room. Unless you wanna ‘teach’ me in mine.” Bazz snickered, watching your eyes widen at what he just said.

But you weren’t flustered. Without hesitation, you grabbed his hand and led him to your room, locking it.

Bazz looked over your room. It didn’t hold a lot, unsurprisingly as you had just arrived, but he saw the rope draped over the desk chair. Without thinking, he went to grab it, but his hands were met with nothing. You had quickly snatched your rope from him, holding it firmly in your hands.

You clicked your tongue at him, “I didn’t say you could touch it.” You said in a mock, disappointed tone. You made your way to your bed, ushering him to join you.

He laid down on his back as you hovered over him. You hummed as your eyes scanned his much larger body, “I think you’re wearing a bit too much for bed, don’t you think?” You asked, in a calm, even tone, with a pointed look at him.

“I will if you will.” Bazz teased, slowly raising the top of his uniform, his abs peaking through.

“Oh no, only good boys get to see me without the uniform.” You chided at him, as you began to untangle the rope. Bazz was transfixed as he watched your fingers pull and segment portions of the rope. He quickly threw the top of his uniform on to the ground, until you tsked at him again, as you stared at his pants.

Bazz quickly shoved his pants off and laid bare naked on your bed. You straddled his chest and inspected his body, a finger tracing his neckline down to his lower abdomen. You hummed in satisfaction, then said, “put your hands together in front of me.”

Bazz watched you quickly tie his arms together, then you spread his legs apart, tying his legs to each end of your bed. Once everything was tied and secured, you sat between his legs, a hand in your cheek as you watched him flex his limbs.

“Damn,” he whispered, as he tried to pull his leg. It was almost like the rope was a metal shackle. He couldn’t move it at all.

His cock twitched from the movement he tried to make, earning a smile from you.

You ghosted your fingers over his hardening cock, earning a harsh grunt from Bazz.

“Do you do this often?” You asked, still teasing his cock.

“Getting tied up by pretty girls?” Bazz huffed, staring at you, “no. I’ve been getting my dick wet from annoying sluts.” He grumbled, as he tried to move his limbs again, but nothing budged.

You laughed at his words, “well aren’t I lucky?”

Straddling his body, you remained fully clothed as your fingers and lips lightly kissed and touched Bazz’s body. Touches that were light enough to be sensed, but not strong enough to satisfy, earning a disgruntled sound coming from Bazz.

“Don’t be such a fucking tease.” Bazz snapped, as he struggled against his bindings.

You ignored him, as you kissed your way down his abdomen, so close to his erection. Bazz’s eyes narrowed as he watched you purposefully avoid his cock.

“You’re the definition of a cocktease.” He groaned, annoyed that his now hard cock wasn’t receiving any attention.

“Patience, patience.” You softly whispered, kissing his lips, surprising him. Bazz didn’t kiss his bedmates on the mouth, but he also hadn’t been tied up by them. Your lips were soft, and you tasted sweet. He wanted to taste more of you.

You flashed him another smile, “I guess your attitude has improved, I’ll let you have a small reward.” You slowly unzipped the top of your uniform and reached behind you to unhook your bra. Your breasts bounced from being free. Bazz smirked at the view, “some nice pair of tits you got on you.”

You winked at him, thanking him, then made your way back to his cock. You softly kissed the tip of his weeping erection.

“Use your mouth.” Bazz snapped, bucking his hips trying to get you to suck closer.

You rolled your eyes again, “you really don’t have any patience. There’s plenty of time for the fun stuff.” You calmly explained, wrapping a hand around his cock and giving it a firm pump. Bazz groaned at the feeling.

The room was getting hot, so you decided to take the rest of your uniform off, giving him a show. Bazz licked his lips in anticipation as he watched the last bits of your uniform fall to the ground.

Bazz wanted to grab your hips and pull you down on to his cock, but the ropes were in the way.

He was frustrated but he had never felt this horny before. He wanted to fuck your brains out but wanted you to ride him as he remained tied to your bed.

He also needed to cum, the red tip of his cock leaking precum from all the teasing you had done prior. And now you were naked, your pussy so close to him. He couldn’t stand it.

You kissed his body again, this time with more intensity. Traveling downwards back to his cock, Bazz begged, for the first time in his life, “please. Your mouth, your pussy, anything, I need to cum.” He pleaded, his face flushed and a light sheen of sweat covering his body.

“Oh I don’t know…” you said sarcastically, wrapping your hand around his cock, giving it a firmer pump, earning another groan form him. Then without warning, you placed his cock between your breasts. Pushing your breasts together, you pumped his cock between them as you licked the precum off his tip. Bazz’s hips bucked as he tried to match the motion of your breasts, but you knew what you were doing.

Soon you let his cock slip from your breasts, and in one go, swallowed his cock whole. You bobbed your head up and down, humming around him. Bazz groaned loudly, “fuck, your tits, your mouth, you feel fucking amazing.”

You didn’t stop your pace, as Bazz’s moans grew louder. “Fuck!” He yelled, as his cum filled your mouth and throat, with some escaping your lips. You pulled yourself away from his cock with a soft pop. You opened your cum-filled mouth to show Bazz, then swallowed every drop, licking your lips in satisfaction.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Bazz panted, closing his eyes. He hadn’t cum like that in what felt like years.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” you teased at him, making your way to the restraints. You untied him and gently massaged his skin, making sure circulation was flowing back.

“I’m not a complete asshole, you know.” Bazz muttered, as he flexed his wrists and legs.

You looked at him in confusion, “what are you talking about?”

“Let me return the favour.” He said, pushing you on to the bed.

You smirked at him as you gave a glance at his hands, “well I heard those fingers of yours were something special.”

Thanks for reading!! It was very fun to write.

#bleach #bazzard black #bazz b #bazz b x reader #bazz x reader #bleach smut #bazz b smut #bleach fanfiction #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bazz x you #bazz b x you #a writes #kinktober #kinktober 2024

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jello-library · 8 months ago

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The Roommate Program (PT 2/?)

Finally part 2!! This one focus more on the reader/self insert!

Also I want to try writing the letters so you can get a feel of what being written instead of just getting vague descriptions!

I hope you enjoy it! 💛

Your first letter from your pen pal was…something else…to say the least. Paired with a prickly friendship bracelet. You felt like you opened Pandora's box with that first letter.

You sigh as you sit down in your office chair looking down at the blank sheet of paper nervously. What in the world do you write back? I mean, writing a letter about yourself is easy but continuing conversations is harder than it looks. What do you say now “Hey I heard you went to solitary confinement was it fun?” Like how you continue talking with him?!

Twirling the pen in your hands your wings twitch and flutter nervously. You joined the program because being a past patient at the Theraprism who managed to opt out of the recarnation ceremony praise the axolotl for that one. You thought it was nice to try to give back to them you know to show that redemption is worth the effort! You felt like you had a pleasant experience there or maybe because you were more cooperative than your peers.

But after the copious amount of interviews and several months of being on the waiting list.

You finally were met with a small envelope congratulating you on your approval into the program and your pen pal. You thought things were finally going well for a chance.

Until…you were brought to have a one-on-one conversation with THE Axolotl themselves you felt like maybe this wasn’t a good idea anymore…They wanted to talk about your pen pal, Bill Cipher. You were somewhat familiar with the name mostly being associated with the chaos he left in his wake.

He was a force to be reckoned with.

Was…

“He is someone who is quite..um…complex..” Look up from your teacup to glance at the other being across the table. The word “Complex” still feels like an understatement to you. The axolotl smiled down at your eyes laced with slight concern before continuing.

“I’ve read your file..” Shit. ”You seem to have been the star patient during your stay. Self-admitted leading to 500,000 years stay before you were released. The top storyteller during puppet hour.“

You can feel yourself getting hot with embarrassment as you sink into your seat. “Yeah, Dr.Oswald says he misses my shows…” You swirl around the remaining tea left within the cup. You don’t know what to say or why they brought you here to begin with. Did all the other participants go through this conversation as well?

“I already know why he joined the program. But I hope for a better outcome than another trip to Wellness Void and I think you can help me with that.”

Looking back down at the blank sheet of paper the pen feels more lighter in your hand now. Just breathe and relax if you mess up you can fix it later.

Dear Bill,

Sorry for my first letter being so plain I can honestly admit I’m a bit nervous about messing this up. I never knew how to talk to someone without it feeling awkward so this is a new step for me. As someone who used to be in the same position you’re in I feel like I can you some advice on how to make your stay less boring! Like, if you want to get out of group therapy it’s time to start taking advantage of art time!

Start doing big projects that take up time with this when art time is over you can ask to stay. But it’s important to say it so can present your piece to the next time group therapy session! Use this advice sparingly those counselors in there are nice but they ain’t dumb! Also if the vending machine is still in the cafeteria hold down on the C button it should give you an extra snack but it’s sadly randomized.

Well, I hope this letter finds you well and also thank you for the bracelet I hope to make you something special when I write to you again!

Sincerely,

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#gravity falls x reader #gravity falls #bill cipher x reader #self insert #s/o #the book of bill #x reader #bill cipher #bill ci the triangle guy #gf au #gravity falls au #the roommate program #TRMP AU #gravity falls x black reader #black!y/n #black y/n #black reader #black self ship #black self shipper

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jujutsukgojo · 3 months ago

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The Baby Project Chapter 11

Izuku Midoriya x reader, minor Hitoshi Shinsou x reader

The Baby Project masterlist

Summary: Noa's growing fast and is ready for the holiday season! tw: allergic reactions, Sen Kaibara

The room is stuffy from the smell of the smoke that is slowly being chased away by tired support course students. Even with their fanning and the open windows, it doesn’t help. Mei is truly something if she’s standing here like the smell isn’t bothering her.

“And that’s that! Cool, right?”

Your hand is on your hip. Thankfully, Noa is with Izuku right now, so he doesn’t have to witness you beating the hell out of Mei. Your soon-to-be victim chuckles nervously and backs away slowly with her hands up. “H-hey! Don’t worry! This is something some people go through, so it’s manageable.”

“I’m not talking about the damn peanuts! I’m talking about the price! What the hell is this? Real Benadryl doesn’t even cost this much!” This morning, you were out of ideas for breakfast, so you decided to make Noa a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It ended up being a terrible mistake. He immediately broke out in splotches and complained of tingly lips and throat. You called Mei since Izuku was busy freaking out. Lo and behold, Mei Hatsume decided it’d be great to give Noa a damn peanut allergy.

Neither you nor Izuku could believe it. When he was a baby, he was sensitive to regular diapers. Mei programmed some of the kids that way. She would also let you know that she programmed a ‘virus’ that the kids can catch. She didn’t say anything about food allergies. Thankfully, when you arrived, she stopped Noa’s reaction from progressing to give you time to give him the medicine, which is terribly overpriced. There’s no way this can continue without an explanation. Medicine, formula, baby food; all of it is paid out of your pocket without knowing where it is going.

“Mei,” You breathe deeply. “What are you people doing with our money?” Although Izuku insists on sharing his card to ease your financial pressure, you aren’t going to take advantage of it.

She sucks in her lips. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?” You growl. Normally, you don’t act like this towards people who are doing their jobs. However, this is not a normal situation. Mei sighs and smacks her thighs. “Because I don’t know either.”

You pause. “You serious?”

“Yeah.” She looks down and takes off her goggles. “Nothing goes on sale, but I can cover you this time. As a… y’know.” Her voice trails off. It takes you no time to figure out what she means. Back when they changed Noa’s age, Mei was present. This must be her apology or something.

“Mei, why this? I don’t understand how you thought of this on a whim.”

“It’s not random. I take the hereditary profiles from the parents and program them.”

Which parent? Noa favors Izuku over Kaibara. So, which father? He’s Kaibara’s on paper and Izuku’s by nurture. You reach out for her to give you Noa’s U.A. gummy Benadryl. When the box is placed in your hand, a little voice pops up behind you. “Hi, Mm!”

Etsuko appears with her hair in a sad attempt of a braid and cute blue overalls with her father in tow. The dual-colored hero tries to keep up with his toddler until she jumps into your arms. She’s become so sociable since you last saw her. Since Sara, her mother, became sick, she hasn’t been able to take care of Etsuko. When he puts his mind to it, Shouto can raise a child.

"See?" The tyke twirls around in her overalls. You gasp. “How beautiful!” You kiss her tiny hands. One is warmer than the other, very similar to Shouto.

“Daddy did my hair!” She runs her little fingers on her braid. On accident and to her dismay, it comes undone. Her shoulders slump. “Here, I’ll fix you up while Daddy does whatever the hell he was going to do.” She smiles and runs to your squatting form. “Okay, what will you like?”

She twirls her fingers. “A braid?” You ask. Etsuko bounces and giggles. Your fingers run through her thick hair to get rid of any tangles. After a few seconds, you decide to go with the same one you did before. “So, are you having fun with Daddy?”

“Mhm!”

You tie off the braid and kiss the top of her head. One of the support course students coos and brings a mirror to show Etsuko her hair. You straighten up and side-eye Todoroki who has a soft smile. “Thank you, (Y/n). Is it alright if I call you that?”

You suck on your teeth. A few months ago was a momentous day. Not only was it Noa’s first Halloween, but you experienced something you never had before. Other than that, Shouto took care of you and made sure you were safe in your bed. Even though you are, and will always be, pissed about this whole thing, you won’t disregard his help and possibly kind nature. Possibly.

“Sure.”

“Here you go Todoroki! Enjoy my babies!” Mei Excitedly hands him a bag full of God knows what.

“Okay, Etsuko. Daddy’s done. I’ll see you later, alright?” Etsuko looks down. Slowly, she walks to you and gives you a hug. You squeeze her tight. “Thank you for the sugars, baby girl!” You rock side to side while hugging her.

She��s adorable and so well behaved. The only problem is that she caught on to the ‘Mm’ thing. She is the third child to do that. You have a real name, they just choose to ignore it.

“You’re such a cutie patootie! But I have to go give this to Noa so his papa won’t cry again.”

“What is it?” Shout tilts his head. “Allergy medicine. U.A. gave him an allergy because they think it’s a good idea or something. So, he’s with Izuku right now.”

Todoroki nods and suggests, “I’m headed back to the dorms, so I’ll walk with you.”

You roll your eyes but don’t miss the curious frown on his face. With an expression of sweetness, you look down at baby Todoroki. “I’ll allow it since you have this cutie patootie!”

She shyly smiles at you. Todoroki chuckles and leads the two of you out of the classroom and to the hero dormitory. Etsuko, who as you thought, is standoffish, talks your head off the way there.

“I can do this-watch me!” She twirls repeatedly and then rolls on the sidewalk. Both you and Todoroki stare in pretend fascination. She stops and throws her hands in the air. “Ta da!”

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.” Todoroki rubs her head. Her eyes sparkle when she laughs. She runs into his arms happily. For the first time, you see her show affection for him. Perhaps Shouto and Sara can work together properly after all.

The three of you enter Class A’s dormitory. Immediately, a familiar tiny person stands on the couch and stares at you from behind the back of it. Her red eyes are fierce. Every day she’s looking more like her dad. Her hair once was the same color as Sakura's. Now, it is fading to blonde, just not as spiky.

“You!”

“Us?”

“Yes!” She points her finger at you. Mira has her dad’s personality but is a sweetheart at her core. Her specialty is showing you how to do flips and climb on people.

“It’s been a while, sweetcake.” You haven’t seen her in a few days. She stands next to her sitting dad. She’s almost as tall as Noa if you guess right. “Hi, Kacchan!”

He whips his head around. “You!”

“Have you been behaving, Kacchan?”

His ugly gremlin face appears. It’s fascinating. His features morph like clay to make a hideous result for no reason. Without it, he's genuinely attractive. He pushes his Sudoku off his lap. You squeak and run to an elevator to escape him.

“Thanks for walking me, Shouto!” The elevator door closes just in time. You don’t really know Kacchan all that well. What you do know is that you like to mess with him. Even though you are literally playing with fire by doing that.

The elevator doors open to another floor level. It’s basic and resembles the one general studies dorms with the difference being the trim along the walls. You saunter down the hallway, taking everything in and looking for Izuku's door number. Right as you mutter someone’s else's number under your breath, you spot a door open. Nosily, you head over and peek inside through the crack. The room is dark with only a single night light on in the corner of the room. Like the sneak you are, you tiptoe inside.

You keep the door cracked slightly. Right as you go to flip the light switch on, there is a sniffle. An ache beats in your chest as your heart clenches from fright. Out from the shadows is Little Ken. His fluffy hair is outlined from the night light and is a dead giveaway. Kenji stumbles out of his small bed, shaking. He hasn’t noticed you in the shadows yet.

He stumbles straight to what looks like an adult bed. You follow him with your eyes. “D-dad…” Little Ken is breathless and shivers. You lean in to look at what he’s doing. You grab your throat and cover your mouth to contain a shriek. On the bed lies Hitoshi. How in the hell did you not see him? Now that you know he’s there, it’s hard to not look at him with his pale ass glowing with the night light.

“Daddy?” Little Ken taps his dad again. “Daddy, I’m scared.” You didn’t wake him up then, a nightmare did. Is that even possible? Did Mei trigger a spike of fear for him or did he actually see something?

The poor tyke sniffles and whimpers. “Ken?”

He gasps and tries to jump on his dad’s bed. “Honey, it’s me. Look, look at me.” The small light illuminates his face. He gasps. “Mm!” Abandoning the mission to wake Hitoshi, Little Ken jumps into your arms and cries. “It’s okay baby. I’m here, I got you.”

After a minute, you wipe his nose with the bottom of your shirt and wipe his face with your sleeve. “Mm…”

“Yes?”

“I peed.”

You go to try to wake his daddy to no avail. Sighing, you go and clean the poor lamb up. After Ken’s cleaned up and changed, he won’t let you go. “Screw it.” On his desk is a lamp that should wake him up. You turn the knob and find that not even light could wake this guy. Izuku freaked out when you woke him up suddenly and the same might be true for Hitoshi if you poured cold water on him.

A black journal catches your eye. Seeing that the owner isn’t waking up, you might as well look through it. The thin paper carries what looks like a schedule or a planner. Your eyebrows raise once you see his shifts. He solely works nights, and it is morning time right now. His schedule is jam packed with loads of things related to hero work and school. No wonder why he won’t wake up; he just came off of a shift and will have training, then after that, he’ll cram in some studying as much as he can.

Hitoshi’s chest rises and falls. His mask lays on his chest like he is too tired to take it off. Ken breathes deeply, resting in the safety of your arms. Hitoshi doesn’t wake up when you carefully lift his mask and put it on the desk. He doesn't react when you take off his scarf, or when you bunch up Little Ken's blankets and put them in his hamper. If you push any more, he may react and panic.

“Angel? You real?" His voice nearly makes you jump. “I’m real.”

“Not a dream?”

“Nope,” you whisper. “Hitoshi, baby boy had a nightmare.”

He grunts then two seconds later, he softly snores. The noise is light. "Oh come on."

Sighing you take care of Ken by yourself. You rock the boy and hum a lullaby you perform for Noa sometimes. Little Ken’s sleepy jingle comes on, signaling that you succeeded. You place him with Hitoshi. By how Kenny is snoring and drooling on his dad’s chest, he’s not waking up anytime soon. Hitoshi looks up at you with droopy eyes. “You sure you’re real?”

“Yeah, now go to sleep.”

It’s strange. You have sympathy for him and are willing to do this despite him having better resources. Does he feel the same way about you? He was once in general studies, so he may have an inkling on what it's like. Plus, he still has friends in his old class. Ignoring those questions and thoughts, you turn the light off and shut the door with a quiet click.

You hum the numbers through the hall and finally find Izuku’s. You knock and the door swings open. “Baby, where were you?” His eyes are frantic and wide.

“I heard Little Ken crying and I went into Hitoshi’s room. I think the little boy had a nightmare since he woke up scared.”

“They can do that?” Izuku whispers, fascinated by the revelation. He slowly puts the corner of his thumb to his mouth, about to bite on it. It's a little quirk of his whenever he's curious or planning. You grab his hand to stop him. “I guess. They can also get hereditary conditions, too.”

Before you can go into detail, Noa’s small and raspy voice calls for you. “Mm?” It tugs your heart to see him like this. “Mama brought you something that’ll make you feel better.”

By Izuku’s bed is a nightstand that holds orange juice, soup, and all the works. “Bubba, he’s got a peanut allergy, not a cold.”

“You don’t know that!”

“I do. I talked to Mei when I got there." Your shoulders slump. "I should've known. I'm his mom, right?" There are so many memories, it's hard to search through them for an answer. He doesn't eat peanut butter that often, but there had to be some clue. Allergies like this can develop and progress over time. You open the medicine package with shaky hands. Why are you taking your time giving this to him? You should've come back here immediately rather than mess around.

Izuku rubs your back. “No one could have known.” Since Halloween, he’s been repentant for how he acted. In his defense, Riko did pass out the punch that she had let out of her sight for two seconds; unfortunately, that is all it took for one of the dummies to spike it. Of course, Izuku felt the effects shortly after he had a couple of cups. The next morning, he called you with a wicked headache from the hangover and Aizawa’s wrath.

It has been easier to get into the rhythm of things with him after that night happened. There are still those thoughts in the back of your head that try to shade on the happiness you feel when you’re with him, but you persevere. That night was confusing and way too much to handle all at once.

You give Noa his chewable pill. “Mm, it’s strawbaby!”

“Strawberry."

“That’s what I said.” Instantly, life comes back to his face. His eyes are brighter, and his voice is no longer hoarse. The spots on his face disappear like they were never there.

“Thank you, Mei.” You whisper. Had she not stopped its progression to give you time to give him his medicine, who knows what would’ve happened. You turn back to Izuku who looks like his soul is entering his body again. Since everything is fine now, you need to bring it up again.

“Izuku, I know he’s your son-”

“Definitely.”

“I don’t know about biologically. He looks like you, but I don’t know if…” Your voice trails off as you look at Noa. “What if he’s Kaibara’s?” You haven’t talked to him in months. Honestly, you haven't really thought about him either.

“I’m his papa no matter what.” Izuku's voice is firm, and his face is soft. You bite your lip. “Just in case, we need to know everything about each other.” You sit on the foot of his bed.

“Other than me being Quirkless, there’s nothing.”

Your shoulders slump. You press the question. “Seriously? Not a thing?”

He shrugs. “Nope. I’m completely healthy.”

“What about mentally?” You clench your fist at the thought. He sits next to you and messes with your hand. “I get nightmares and anxiety sometimes.”

You won’t tell him that you know that. “Understandable, given everything.”

“What about you?” He tilts his head, ready to listen. You inform him of your history openly. With a deep breath, you move to another subject. It’s exciting but oh God. Your eyes dart around and you whisper, “It’s the holiday season, Izuku."

“I’m excited.”

“No! What are we going to do? General studies always have parties and presents and now that Noa’s here, we’re in danger.”

“We’ll be fine-” He assures.

“I’m talking about my wallet, baby! When he gets his hands on those catalogs Riko steals it’s over!” You harshly whisper. Izuku chuckles. “I promise, we’ll be okay.”

“She does it on purpose! He’s going to circle all over that thing.” He’s turning red as he tries his hardest not to laugh.

“They don’t make those anymore.”

You point to his face and glare. “They do to the unsuspecting strugglers and manifest right into Riko’s hands.”

His laugh gains the attention of the kid. “Why are you laughing?” Noa comes over with his Kamui Woods doll in his hand. Before you can say anything, Izuku confesses. “I’m laughing at Mm because she’s being silly. She doesn’t know what you want for Christmas and the holidays.”

“What’s Christmas?”

Izuku tells them everything to his knowledge. You cringe at the light in the boy’s eyes. As sweet as this scene is, there is something still there that presses against you like a thorn. You’d much rather spend time focusing on Christmas and Izuku, however, there is a restlessness that you can’t shake away.

“Can you watch Noa for a second? I’ll be right back.” He nods and kisses your knuckles on the hand he was messing with. He’s a sweetheart and one you’ll never get used to.

“I’m his dad, not a babysitter.”

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You spot Kaibara eating a carrot with his friends. You haven’t talked to him since Noa went missing. Taking a deep breath, you go over to him. “Sen?”

His name is bitter on your tongue. Your stomach churns when he looks at you. He looks the same since the last time you saw him. There is only one small difference, his eyes. They look curious more than anything. Back when Noa went missing, his eyes were fierce with hatred and his grip was bruising your arm.

“Hm?”

“I need to talk to you.”

His friends leave while whispering your name and about the curious situation. “What?”

You get it out quickly. “Apparently, the kids can get hereditary traits and conditions and I want to know if you have anything.”

“Um, yeah? Years ago, I was allergic to peanuts and certain fabrics. I outgrew them, though.” When Noa was a baby, he struggled with Mei’s diapers. Kaibara couldn’t have told you this before?

Your heart drops to your stomach. As it turns out, Noa really is Sen’s. You look down at your feet. You got so caught up in the little family you created, that you forgot it wasn’t real. Why would he be Izuku’s? Sen Kaibara is your assigned partner.

“Okay.” You turn to leave. Kaibara grabs your arm and brings you back to him. “I, uh, back then it was wrong to act that way. I was worried and out of line. Um,” He rubs the back of his neck. “I'm sorry you got hurt.”

He didn’t apologize. You suck on your teeth and go to leave. “Wait!” You stop but don’t turn around. “How is he? I mean, what’s he been up to?”

You immediately stop. You should slap him. “He’s four years old and he likes to cook and draw pictures.”

“He’s four?” He asks, shocked by the development. You nod. “Yep.”

“Damn.” You’re about to leave the hall again until he says something that’s about to make you snap. “Is it alright if I see him?”

Noa has no idea who this guy is. At all. “Have you lost your mind?” You slowly turn to look at him. “After everything you’ve done and didn’t do? You want to meet him?”

He undoes his tie. “I’ve met him-”

“No, no you didn’t. You watched him once for an hour then gave him back. You don’t even know what he looks like!” This dude has some nerve. Even being around him gives you hives.

He takes a deep inhale and runs his fingers through his hair. When he lifts his hair, you note that Noa has nothing of him. Not even his hairline, head shape, nothing. This is a stranger who is quick to change face and snitch on someone who has nothing. Even now with Izuku’s support, you’re fighting and will ultimately have to support yourself completely again. Back before Izuku was kind enough to be there for you, you had the restaurant. He encouraged the heroes to take it from you and leave you broke in an expensive city at an expensive time. A teenager, younger than him, was left alone with his kid.

You want to punch him. He left Noa! Gave him to Kenji, who was a stranger to him, without any warm clothing and in the diaper that gave Noa rashes. How many times must you look at him? Even Shouto got tired of his shit and lashed out. Damn, you forgot about Izuku’s reaction to his proximity to you. You need to leave. Not for Sen’s sake, or even yours, but for Izuku. If he puts his hands on Sen, he’ll suffer the consequences.

It’s bad enough that he had taken your punishments before. And probably still does.

With a shake of your head and a stern conviction, you say, “No.”

You back away while facing him. When Noa was lost, Kaibara showed you his colors and they are shades you don’t wish to see again. That whole experience is a wish that came from the wrong star. Now that you are farther away and closer to the corner of the building, you turn around to walk. You sigh and feel along the glass of the building. It’s better to focus on something that will cool your palms and ground you to whatever will keep you from noticing the sweat.

Soon, you will be facing off against these so-called heroes and the Hero Commission in a society that has seen what happens to people like you. Yet this scares you. Some wormy-eared twat makes your hands shake. Can you really face them if you can’t take Sen on? What is he compared to the world?

The phone beeps in your pocket. You take it out and answer.

“Recovery Girl wants to see you.”

You frown. “Why?”

Even though you can’t see her, you know Riko is shrugging and rolling her eyes. It’s her signature.

“Everyone is getting checked. I’m in her office right now.” In the back, you can hear an aging voice question your friend. “Yeah, yeah, I just told her.”

“I’m on my way. Hey, do you know if it’ll be long?”

“Mine didn’t. It’s just a plain check up.”

At the beginning of the year, you had yours. So, why do it again?

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You enter Recovery Girl’s office and see her slide down from her chair. “C’mere, dear.”

She taps on the bed patiently. You shrug your bag and blazer off. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, I just have to give you a checkup.”

You had a checkup when you first entered UA and at the beginning of the year, before Noa. Is it Shouto? Did he tell her about Halloween? It was a one-time thing. “I hardly need one. Whatever Shouto told you-”

“What do you mean, dear?”

So, it’s not him? You frown and take a deep breath like she tells you. “What am I doing here, ma’am?” She stops and pats your hand. “It’s been requested that the classes have a checkup. Later, you’ll see Nezu and maybe Hound Dog.”

You scoff and shrug her off. “What the hell?”

She lifts her needle cane as a threat to whack you. You slump your shoulders and follow her directions throughout the checkup. She leans back in her chair and watches you. You try to take a peek at her clipboard. “So…?”

After signing her name, she looks up at you. “The main thing is exhaustion. You aren’t getting enough rest.”

“Gee, I wonder why."

She lightly hits your leg. “Don’t do that. I understand your frustration. I can’t relate to it since they never did this to my generation, but I understand.”

You crack your knuckle. “So, what happens now?”

“I’ll check on everyone in your general studies course and will share these results with Nezu, especially. After your episode when Noa was wrongly set back, Nezu wanted to check on everyone.”

“Even the hero course?”

“They get checkups frequently anyway.” Recovery Girl puts her clipboard on a desk. She inhales deeply then takes steps on her stool to sit on her chair. “Look, what has been going on is taking a toll on all of you. For example,” She points to your chart. All she said was that you were exhausted. What else could be on it?

“This isn't like it was during your last check up.” U.A. does it every so often to see if everyone’s okay. The hero course evidently gets more attention in that area. Unfortunately, it does make sense despite how rude it seems.

“Is it worse?”

“It’s a decline. I can’t say too much about your peers other than it’s a decline. So, for the time being, I need you to check in once a month. At least until the project is over.”

What the fuck is in that report?

“Why that often?”

“Hey, be grateful. Some need to come more often. Consider yourself lucky.”

How can you be lucky? She’s told you that you’re exhausted, which you already knew, but there is probably more in your report than she’s letting on and it is all because of this stupid project. No, maybe you are lucky. Not for making it out lightly scathed, but for this ammunition.

“Class is tomorrow but I want you to go to bed early if possible. That’ll help you some.” As much as you want to, you have other things that need attending to, like Noa. Resting isn’t really possible when you have kids. Noa is calmer now than he was as a baby, but he still needs constant guidance and supervision. Plus, you have school and a job that hides underneath the title of ‘volunteering’. It’s nice that she is thinking of your health, but she is not considering what it means to have a kid.

Instead of telling her this, you nod. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You head back to Izuku, already knowing he’d be filled with questions for your absence. It isn’t that you have much to hide from him except for Kaibara. What’re you supposed to say? Or do you not owe him an explanation and keep it to yourself? Izuku made himself clear when it concerns the bastard. The hero’s dislike towards Kaibara is still surprising since Izuku is known for his compassion and understanding.

You sigh and walk into the room. Izuku is wiping off an orange-colored marker from his face. He shyly looks at you and chuckles. You can’t help but grin at him and the kid who's now crashed out on the bed.

“Had fun?”

“Yeah, kind of. It would’ve been better if he didn’t get a hold of the Sharpie.”

“Oof. Here, I’ll help.” You pick up the wet rag and start to wipe his freckled face. Izuku closes his eyes as you work.

“I just got back from Recovery Girl’s.”

Izuku’s eyes shoot open. “Are you okay? What’s wrong-”

“Nothing! She gave me a check up. Nezu ordered it for everyone.” You frown. He touches your cheek. “Hey, why the face?”

Your shoulders slump. “I…I don’t know. I’m happy they’re checking but I’m upset that it has come to this. I’m mad that Noa has a damn peanut allergy and didn’t tell us until Noa got hurt, and at the same time, I’m glad that Recovery Girl is seeing a decline. I just-” You sigh and shake your head. “I don’t know. I feel bad and at the same time, good.”

You’re happy Noa’s okay and that Nezu seems to be taking the students’ health into consideration, then again, he is also the reason for this. You’re mad that Noa is even going through this, and the prices are bullshit. Plus, Sen is Noa’s father. How disappointing is that? How dumb are you to forget that fact?

Izuku smiles softly. “It’s okay to feel like this.” Your faces are close, completely forgetting everything around you other than each other’s proximity. Izuku is warm and soft. He smells of laundry detergent and permanent marker, a combination you are finding yourself partial to. Seeing Sen Kaibara and Recovery Girl is leaving your train of thought the closer he gets.

“It’s going to be okay, Bun.” His voice, a usually sweet timbre, turns slightly husky. Suddenly, his phone rings. Izuku groans and answers. “Hello?”

He rolls his eyes and sighs. “Shinsou wants to talk to you.”

You clear your throat and answer. His voice is groggy and deep. He must’ve gone back to sleep after waking up for two seconds. “Trespasser.”

“I’m sorry, Hitoshi. I heard Little Ken sniffling and couldn’t help myself.”

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to thank you. Villains were a mess last night, so I was dead tired. I didn’t even hear him.”

You tug on your earlobe a little. “It’s alright, I don’t mind him. He’s quite the cutie. Don’t know how in the hell he’s yours when you’re you.”

With a scoff, he replies with his voice still thick with sleep. Who knows why he called rather than rest. “Whatever. He takes after his old man-dear God. Scratch what I just said.”

“Nope, nope, nope! I’mma refer to you as an old man now.” You can't help but smile and feel warm. Hitoshi is growing on you.

He groans. “Hush,” after a few beats of silence that isn’t uncomfortable, he sucks on his teeth. “Well, I just wanted to thank you for helping me. You do that a lot.”

“Take it as repayment for deterring Eraser that one time. Y’know, when I interrupted and unloaded the kiddies on everyone?”

“He was fucking pissed. He's rarely mad like that but after a while, he calmed down.”

The aftermath was strange. Until now, you didn’t think about it. Snipe gave you detention but never held you to it after that one time. Plus, he let you out early. And Eraserhead didn’t complain to the principal either or you would’ve been dragged to the office. Why did the teachers calm down? What you did was justified but disruptive to their standards.

Unless Izuku Midoriya is covering for you.

“Why’d he calm down?” You ask quietly, fearing for Izuku. This is one of his problems. He has no self-preservation and won't say anything! Although you'd hate to suffer, you don't want Izuku to.

“He deals with two problem children who have done worse. Actually, it’s not just them, it’s everyone. Except me, of course.”

“Mhm, yeah right,” you look at Izuku who is tapping his thighs. “What do you mean everyone?”

“When Bakugou got abducted, everyone knew about the rescue plan. Technically, they should’ve been expelled but he spared them. What you did was nothing.”

You suck in your lips. “Oh, I forgot how much of a rebel Deku is.” Izuku tilts his head in confusion then shrinks back.

Noa goes up to Izuku to show him a new drawing then goes to you. Not wanting to ignore Noa, you hang up the phone with Hitoshi after a bid goodbye cheekily. You put Noa’s new art on the wall. “This okay, Izuku?”

“It’s perfect.”

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ONE MONTH LATER

With one heavy tray in one hand, and the other holding the foldable stand, you make your way to a table of uniformed teenagers. They talk among themselves but loud enough to grate your ears. No one with common sense or life experience that doesn't involve hanging onto their daddy’s gold that he stole sits at the table. The lilt in their voices is bothersome enough to gain the attention of your regulars.

You don't roll your eyes or try to think of ways you could smack them without it looking purposeful. Especially when you need the cash.

The seasons have passed, and a new holiday is beginning. Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year, is in four days. In a short span, you have to work extra because of it. Thankfully, Christmas Eve, Christmas, and New Year are the restaurant's days off. However, your entire winter break is booked. Alas, people like this come with the grab.

You don't make a sound other than the clinks of plates being set on the black table. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Don’t I know you?” You turn around to see one squinting at you. “That one class! How’s it been going anyway?”

“I couldn’t put my finger on it!” The guy to the side closest to you inspects you like you’re a test subject. You blink a couple of times. “It’s been a struggle, obviously. To hell with the customs, tip me.”

It’s not normal to tip in Japan. However, Yona put a jar on the counter for you. God bless them, some people tip. Not hundreds, obviously. Sometimes it’s a few coins here and there. Nonetheless, you appreciate every cent.

Right as you go past the counter, one of the students calls for you. Quickly, you go back. “We thought you’d like to see this.”

She pulls out her phone with a Deku symbol on the case. A surge of pride blooms in your chest until you look at the screen. Alas, that one good feeling towards him was not meant to be. On her phone is fucking Deku with Noa, shopping in different stores arguing! You gasp and cover your mouth. They went everywhere like that. The student even caught them glaring at each other when they were eating a damn melon pan!

You try to act ashamed and not laugh with the others at Izuku and Noa’s antics. It’s bad enough that Noa is bounced between you two, now this is what you have to show for it. You clear your throat. “I apologize for that.”

Your shoulders shake with the force of your laughter threatening to burst through. “He’s adorable!” She compliments. Her manicured nail taps the screen on Noa’s face. In other pictures, he smiles wide and has sparkles in his eyes.

Amid these warm feelings of fondness and pride, another emerges. This isn’t the first time someone has recognized you or Noa. Have you been careless about showing everyone’s face on the internet? You pinch yourself and deeply inhale. Not willing to lose the light atmosphere or spend more time thinking why you have these instincts and questions about something unnatural, you smile brightly and remember Ken, who is puzzled about Christmas gifts.

“Hey, if you had limited cash, what would you get a family member?”

The girl looks shocked, her light grey eyes wide. “Can you not get Deku’s son anything?”

Another girl gasps. “That’s so sad...”

Your eye twitches. “I can get him gifts. This question isn’t for me, it’s for a friend. He’s trying to get something for his kids who are a little older, preteens, I think.”

One of them, a blue-skinned guy with pale blond hair, crosses his arms. “Hm…” he taps his fingers along his bicep. “I don’t know. I never had that problem.”

You nod. “Thanks anyway. Enjoy your meal!”

Groaning, you slide down the kitchen wall. This will only last for two seconds but it is absolutely needed. You watch Kenji do his magic on the stove. On the tiny table in the corner is a notepad you’ve been writing in for Ken. He has no idea what to get his kids. According to him, they have everything already. If that’s true, why not do something with them? Or make something special just for them, even if it is made with human remains.

You crawl over to it and write that down on the pad of paper. Ken isn’t made of money, so he’ll have to be frugal about this. “Girl, get out here!” Yona snaps. Lately, she’s been on edge which is odd for her. You groan and get up, ready to fight the crowd all over again. In the end, it’ll be worth it.

It’s beautiful. The jar is full of more than loose change. You close your eyes and think of things Noa could get. Yeah, he needs shoes and jeans, and he’s been into sweatpants lately. He doesn’t need any more toys since your room needs to be gutted of them. This is Christmas, though! He likes art, books, and cooking supplies since he’s grown out of the toy kitchen. Then there is Izuku. He deserves something, too. You started this thing in April and Izuku’s been involved since around then.

It should be special, something heartfelt and meaningful. Something about All Might? Shoes? You groan and count the money. You place the earnings into your bag behind the counter. Suddenly, more people come in. Taken back since the restaurant is closing, you look at Yona. She tells the hostess to seat them. Yona wants double time. Unfortunately, you’re not going to make it to curfew. You can only pray that you can somehow sneak in and get past the dog hero.

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This is horrible. It’s Christmas Eve and you had no time to shop. Yona acted psychotic these past few days and worked you to the bone. Had it not been winter break, you would’ve been in so much trouble for breaking curfew. Every time you were late, the dog hero caught you sneaking in. Thankfully, Snipe, of all people, told him of your ‘volunteer work’, so he let it slide. Who would’ve thought that Snipe would bat for you? At least he did to a certain degree.

Here you sit, not a present in sight. You worked so much that you didn’t get to shop. Thankfully, Izuku’s schedule was near clear, so he got to spend a lot of time with Noa. Even though that’s great, it doesn’t stop the guilt. You were working hard to get Noa a present and now you have nothing to show for it. There was no time. Stores are closed so you can’t go out to get one.

You try not to cry when you look at the small Christmas tree in Izuku’s room with all the presents underneath it. None of them are from you. What’s worse is the Christmas party that Ema planned is today. A Secret Santa is tonight and you got Riko. Should you just give money? Maybe you can rewrap something and pretend it’s new? Maybe something of yours! An old sweater and you’ll call it vintage.

Right now, you will think of Noa. You cut out recipes from old magazines that Noa has yet to try. The ones that he has made are glued to the construction paper with Deku stickers underneath. Of course, all of them get five out of five Dekus. Your lip wobbles when you take the stick glue and glide it onto the papers so they stick. After so many pages, you add a few more for Noa to fill out with his own creations.

The old hole puncher goes through each of the different shades of paper. You bind them together with several strands of yarn. The cover of the makeshift recipe book has a drawn heart under the title, “Noa’s Recipes!”.

You sigh and try to smile. It’s Noa’s first Christmas and he’s been buzzing with excitement the whole time. Although you are here now, you missed out on so much. It doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Everyone else will be getting shiny new toys while he gets a homemade book. Izuku went out and got him new things, so he’ll be fine, right? You exhale deeply and close your eyes. Now that Noa’s gift is settled and placed in a candy cane gift bag, you need to go to an actual candy cane: Shouto Todoroki.

You put the bag underneath the small tree and clean up your mess, all the while not giving the pathetic gift a second glance.

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Right as Shouto exits his room, you wave him down. “Can I ask you for something? It’s a gift.”

“What do you need?”

Your secret Santa is Riko, who is a fan of his. You smile to yourself at this request you have. It’s an odd one. “Can I have your sweater? Maybe with cologne on it? It’s for Riko and she’s a fan of yours.”

You follow him into his room which is surprisingly very traditional-looking. “Want to choose?”

You go to his closet and pluck the black turtleneck from the hanger. “This one.”

You hand it to him to spray which he does willingly.

You shift your weight on your feet. “You know you don’t have to do this, right?”

Shouto hums. “I want to. I like Christmas.” He hands you the soft material. The fragrance is lovely enough that you press it against your face. “Do you like it?”

“Oh yeah. Riko’ll love it!” You fold the sweater and thank him. “Are you coming tonight?”

His face is soft with a small smile. “I am. I like parties.”

“Really? You are a party animal, eh?”

“Not really. I’ve learned to love festivities. It’s…different from what I’m used to. Being here opened a lot for me.” Shouto turns around to his closet and plucks the sweatshirt that you put back in the closet. It’s light blue with an emblem on it that you can’t place. The hero sprays his nice cologne on it. Since Riko’s gift is settled, there isn’t a reason to give you another sweater, yet here he is.

“This is for you.”

“Uh-Shouto?”

Without room for debate, he places the fragrant fabric in your bent arms. “Merry Christmas, and happy holidays, (Y/n).”

What the hell are you supposed to do? You didn’t come here for this. You only went to him because Riko’s a fan. When this project started, she wanted him as a partner until he who shall not be named was paired with her and hurt her. Whatever happened between them was enough to land her in therapy and ruin his reputation. She’s getting better as time goes by and is still a fan of Shouto’s.

He doesn’t have to help you, especially when the way you two met was pretty BAD. Shouto decides to surprise you anyway by agreeing and even goes beyond to give you a gift as well. He’s showing signs of not being completely like his dad and devilishly handsome brother. Instead, he has changed his ways by participating.

You press your face against it and smell it. “You smell good, Shouto. Thank you for this.”

A very faint tint of pink rests on the apple of his cheek. His left cheek hides the subtle blush behind his scar. Looking at him, you smile and can’t help but think about gently caressing the left side of his face.

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The room is loud with laughter and conversations of all sorts. Hanging from the walls are Christmas lights and garland along with mistletoe in strategic places. Treats and several dishes are on the tables and tons of presents are under the large tree. The tree itself is something to behold. Lights all around, fake snow, ornaments that the kids and students made, candy canes, and of course, the star. It all shines brightly in the spirit of Christmas. It’s practically a cut out of some kind of magazine or social media.

Izuku puts his Secret Santa gift under the tree and you do the same with Riko’s. Both of you decided to give Noa one gift at the party and do the rest later. You didn’t tell Izuku what you made Noa. All Izuku knows is that you feel terrible about the whole thing. Although that’s true, you won’t let it ruin Christmas; you’ll wait for the twenty-sixth.

On the kids’ heads are Santa and Elf hats, and reindeer antlers paired with red noses. Ema thought it’d be cute for a group picture. She tried to get them to do some caroling, but Hana had stage fright and nearly fainted at the thought. When seeing that, Ema dropped the idea. That didn’t stop her from using the costumes.

You put on reindeer antlers while Izuku and Noa wear a Santa hat. Everyone gathered around for the jolly holiday is something you didn’t think would happen. How could you? Although, you’re still bitter and are silently judging the heroes. Now that general studies have most of their partners here, you wait for the heroes to help or provide some kind of relief. Though, with the way they’re looking at you, something says that it’ll be a bumpy road.

“Riko, here’s yours.” You hand her the box with her name on it. She points to herself. “You got me?”

She excitedly opens her gift. “Wha-ah!” She gasps and pulls out Shouto’s sweater. Riko puts it to her face and squeals. At her expense, your classmates laugh. Riko’s had a tough year and to see her resemble her old self is a refreshing sight. Despite there being responsibilities and children to take care of now, this feels so nostalgic. It’s tight on your heart and nearly tear jerking. How long has it been since you’ve felt like a regular high schooler?

“Alright, alright. (Y/n), Merry Christmas.” Sakura, of all people, hands you a red-wrapped box with a yellow bow on it. Immediately, dread settles inside you. Out of everyone, you’re Sakura’s secret Santa? Seriously?

“Thanks,” you peel the wrapper off and lift the lid. Your frown so deeply that it may stick. You lift the paper, her picture, from the box. There is no other content other than her photo. It’s in black and white and posed like an old Hollywood starlet portrait. The sound of everyone’s cackling is deafening. Izuku has his hands up, signalling for you to remain calm. “What-wh-why? Just why?”

“There’s more, (Y/n).” Sakura rolls her eyes and snatches the picture from you. You sigh in relief. Sakura places a ballpoint pen in her mouth to remove the black cap. The cap rests in her mouth as the pen glides along the corner of her picture.

“Here you go.” She places your gift in your hands is the cursed image. On the corner is her signature and a little note.

‘Merry Christmas or whatever. I’ll try to remember you! XOXO- Sakura’

“Treasure it, because I’m going to be rich and famous. You’re the only one in the world with a one-of-a-kind picture.” she pinches your cheek.

Suddenly, right there on the couch, Noa’s body jingles. Both you and Izuku look and see him stretch into a five-year-old boy. His tummy glows through his Santa shirt. You go to him and lift it enough to watch his belly. On the screen is a chibi Hatsume waving her hand with the words ‘My baby is five!’ under her.

“I-Izuku!” you point at Noa who smiles back at you. “You’re a whole new year, buddy!” Izuku twirls him in the air.

Then, another jingle sounds. On the other side of the couch, Mira also grows. Kacchan cackles loudly. “Fucking Deku! He’s no longer the oldest in the class!”

Izuku uncharacteristically glares at Kacchan. “Yes, but he did reach it first.”

“For a boy. She’s the first girl. Plus, she’s taller.”

Dear God. How long has their rivalry with the kids been going on?

“She is not!”

“And she can read!”

“So can Noa. He can also add!” How ridiculous. He can count and is learning to write his name.

“Mira can subtract-” Before Kacchan and his old friend can continue their lies, you get between them. “Will you two stop?”

Eijrou laughs heartily and pulls you away. “It’s alright, (Y/n). It’s a friendly competition between two dads.” You look back at the two and see them still going at it, albeit playfully. None of the arguments are true, just exaggerated accomplishments.

Noa and Mira look at their respective dads in amusement and awe. Hitoshi comes up to you with Little Ken. The tyke gives you a drawing that is adorned with macaroni noodles and crayons. You ‘oo’ and ‘ah’ over it. His grin is wide and cheesy.

“Thank you-”

“Here.”

Hitoshi hands you a cappuccino mug with dark rims at the top and bottom of the cup. Compared to Sakura’s gift, this is gold. “Thank you guys!

“It’s all you deserve.”

“Compared to what I got from Sakura, I’ll take it.” You look around to find the punchbowl. Thankfully, Hansuke was not allowed to be anywhere near it, so he didn’t have a chance to be evil. No repetition of Halloween today, thank God. That day was such a whirlwind it’s not even funny.

“Actually, I’ll use it now.”

Hitoshi smiles with closed lips. “Glad you like it, brat.”

“No, no. Sakura is the brat. Look at the junk she gave me!” You huff and pet L.K.’s head. You go to leave but the little boy follows you. “Oh?”

“I wanna go, Mm.” You shoot him a grin. “Your company is always welcome.”

Finally at the table with Christmas novelty cups and punch, you dip up some for the kid and yourself. Suddenly, the mug changes color. Your eyes are wide when you see that the innocent mug developed the pictures of you and Hitoshi. You look up and find him smirking. You glare at him. The mug rests in your hands but you can’t bear to look at it and the images on it. If you do, you’ll immediately remember how everything felt and went.

“Kenji, over here!” Noa waves at the purple-haired child. Seeing Noa and the rest including him makes you warm inside. Although this is a minor thing, you are proud of Noa and how inclusive he is. Little Kenji is younger and smaller yet he welcomes him.

Little Ken hands you his cup and runs over to your son. You down both cups and frown when you see that those pictures haven’t disappeared from the mug. Quickly, you put it in the sink and wash it. If you can get this crap dry and put away, it’d be great then you could go back to the party without thinking about how Halloween went.

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The party ended late. As promised, Noa is allowed to stay up past his bedtime to open the presents his parents got him. Tonight has been lovely and so, so, warm. Even though it wouldn’t have meant much to anyone else, to see Noa not bothered by the differences in his gifts to others, made your heart swell. You aren’t much but at least you can say you’re raising such a sweet, gentle, and kind boy.

Noa happily shows you the present you made him. With droopy eyes, he goes on and on about his plans for a souffle.

“Do you even know what a souffle is?” Izuku picks up Noa’s wrapping paper off the ground. “Yes! It’s this!” Noa shows Papa the picture of the souffle on one of the pages of his new recipe book.

Izuku raises his eyebrow. “A souffle?”

You shrug. “It’s something fun, right?” you pat Noa’s head. “Beats confetti cake.”

“Really?”

“Beats chocolate cake.”

“Blasphemy!”

You snort and roll your eyes. Noa continues to play with everything he received. Papa gave him hero figurines, remote control toys, clothes, and art supplies, he even got him matching shoes of all things. Izuku is next to you on the bed, leaning on his palms behind him.

“You spoil him, Izuku.”

“I just thought that he deserves it. He’s a wonderful boy.”

“He’s a handful.”

Izuku tuts. “He’s a normal kid. Besides, I think he’s grown nicely.” Noa has grown a lot. He isn’t a perfect child and still has his off days, but they are mild and few. “He’s a lot like you.” you point out. “His behavior before was all Sen. I didn’t do that.”

Izuku cackles at your expense. “Yeah, right!”

“I’m serious! The boy got that from y’all.”

“Why are you lying to yourself?” Izuku lays back and laughs. You suck in your lips to stop from laughing. “Whatever.”

Noa yawns and his sleepy jingle follows right after. You sigh and stand up. The clock reads way past midnight, and the snow flurries begin to paint a beautiful white picture for the morning.

“Do you want to or should I?”

“I’ll clean up here while you help him.” Izuku gets up and begins to put stuff away. You gather Noa’s things and take him to the bath. He’s covered in sticky stuff, markers, and sweat. A bath and a good brushing are definitely needed.

Noa waves a figurine in his hand. "Can I take my All Might toy?” Izuku nearly broke his neck to look at Noa. “Yes!”

Noa has only met All Might a few times and wasn’t impressed apparently. Now that he’s asked to take the All Might figurine to his bath, he may have a change of heart. Izuku’s proud smile takes up his sleepy face.

In the girls’ bathroom, you help him bathe. He’s mature enough to do it on his own now but he still needs help with his hair. Thankfully, Izuku has the proper products he needs.

After washing up and combing his locks, you settle him into bed. “He needs a haircut.” Noa’s asleep before his head hits the pillow. He’s had an exciting day. Izuku straightens out his own bed. He’s in his night clothes, having changed into them when you were gone.

“Well, I better get going.” you too need to clean up and crash. “Why?”

“Izuku, it’s late.”

“Spend the night here. I’ll walk you back to your room tomorrow.” Izuku’s eyes look so kind yet determined. He is set on having you spend the night. Funny, it’s usually the other way around concerning this. Now you know how Izuku felt the first time.

Your eyelids are heavy and you can’t stop yawning. Still, is it okay for you to sleep here? “Are you sure?”

“Definitely!” he springs up and lifts the covers for you to go in first. You watch as he goes around and fluffs up pillows. “I didn’t bring anything.”

“That’s okay! I mean,” he straightens up, a red flush to his cheeks prominent. “Y-you can wear my clothes if you want.” the red tint that settled on his cheeks bloomed to grow all over his face and ears.

Although the offer is nice, it feels like a step and one you’re not ready for. “No thanks.” You get into his bed and lie down. “I didn’t bring a toothbrush either, so don’t complain.”

“You didn’t when I stayed at your place that one time.” with a flick of a switch, the light is off with only the moon to guide him to bed. He nestles into the covers and lays down. “Are you comfortable?”

“I-”

“Do you need anything?” he pops up hurriedly. “I can get you something if you want!”

You grab his arm. “Izuku, stop. I’m fine.” you bring both of yourselves down to the bed that is way softer than yours. “Although I do feel dirty.” you laugh when you see the shade of his face. In the moonlight, his face is visibly tinted. “Please calm down.”

Izuku gulps. “I’ve never had a girl in my bed.”

“We’ve slept together before.”

His breath hitches and he clears his throat. “I mean, yeah, but this is in my bed. My room. It feels different.”

“Being a host is a big responsibility.”

He chuckles. “You’re a wonderful one.”

“Hardly.”

“I mean it. You’re wonderful.” he says the last part quietly. You turn to your side to face him with a solemn expression. “I didn’t get you a present.”

“That’s okay.”

“I feel bad, Izuku. Tell me-tell me what you want.” he rolls to face you. “Honestly, nothing. But,” his crooked finger traces your hand. “If you really want to, I’d like to hold your hand.”

There is something about the way he says it that throws you off. You know he means using your quirk. Does he remember his dream all those months ago? The prospect of him knowing almost makes you groan in embarrassment.

“I don’t have my meds, it may go out of control. If it does, promise you’ll snap me out of it.” It's a fear that remains with you to this day and will most likely stay.

“I trust you.”

With a deep breath, you say, “Go to sleep then, Izuku. I’ll meet you there.” you pet his head, feeling the soft curls underneath your hand. In minutes, Izuku drifts away to his dream, waiting to see you. Before you go to him, before you are overwhelmed with the calm scent of lavender and surrounded by violet, you notice that you aren’t afraid. In fact, you are completely calm. Your jaw drops and a mist gathers into your eyes. You feel safe, a luxury you could never buy. Stability and security were robbed from you growing up and here you are, for the first time, truly safe. With Izuku’s arm around you, lightly snoring and a little drool trickling down to his pillow, you know he’d save you if anything happened.

When you were surviving with Yona and Ken, rejected from shelters that were filled with victims of the wars and denied entry to those who had unsavory histories, it was hard to live. Struggling is all you’ve known, even before Shigaraki. Now, you lay in the arms of someone you deeply care about and can’t wait to see in person or a dream. You cover your mouth and cry, even enjoying the sound of his snoring. You softly touch his face and smile with wobbly lips.

You close your eyes and smell lavender.

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You adjust Izuku’s jacket. His hand goes to yours to stop your fiddling. “Love, we’re right here, there’s no reason to fix my jacket-” The door opens, revealing Inko in her usual apron. Inko smiles so bright, it’s nearly blinding. You shyly wave at the kind woman. “Hi, Ms. Inko. Thanks for letting me spend New Year here.”

Christmas went by just as fast as it came. It is such a strange thing, to feel content with the small gift you gave him. It wasn’t much, not anything at all. To spend a dream with him was more of a present to yourself than to him. Nevertheless, he woke up happy and peaceful. The subtle bags under his eyes from relentlessly fighting crime, studying, taking care of Noa, and everything else, seemed to fade instantly. His blinding smile came back tenfold when he lifted his head from the pillow. His green curls were erratic and some smooshed, a thin string of drool and the red lines on his face let you know you did a job well done. Izuku Midoriya is very kind to you and Noa. Now here he is inviting you to spend the New Year with him and his mom. At first, you were going to refuse, but then Ms. Inko was insistent. She’s such a kind woman.

Izuku lets you go in first, quickly following you with Noa in his hand. The kid bounces up and down excitedly. He immediately runs to his grandma. Noa’s previous concern about her not liking him has disappeared. Thankfully, she welcomes him with open arms. His smile is big and bright. “You’ve gotten so big, Noa!”

“He’s a year older.” you rub your hands together then the jewels of your new bracelet. Izuku and Noa tag teamed on your present. It's shiny and no doubt expensive.

Inko gasps and smiles. “Congratulations, Noa! And you two as well.”

You finally take the time to smell the fragrant cooking. It is enough for a drool to gather in your mouth. “You guys sit in the living room. I got started on dinner late.” Izuku asks his mom if she needs help, which she denies.

“Hey, wanna watch a movie?” Izuku’s eyes light up. “We can watch whatever you want.”

“What’s your favorite movie?” Is it gory porn? If that’s the case, then it’s out of the question. “Oh, it’s an oldie.” He gets on his knees in front of the TV stand. He gives you the disk. “I thought your favorite would be gory porn.”

“What?!” both you and Izuku freeze. He stutters and waves his hands around. “No, no! She means zombie movies!”

You bite your lip and cover your eyes. Your face is warm from embarrassment of Inko discovering a dirty inside joke and trying to hide the laughter. Izuku continues to stutter an explanation to his horrified mother.

You three are cuddled on the couch, bellies full from the feast Inko made. The round clock on the wall shows that it’s past eleven and close to midnight. Despite the comfort you feel while snuggled up on the couch with Izuku, you try to stay awake to see the New Year. Thankfully, you’re not alone. Noa is knocked out and Izuku is fighting the same fate.

“Why do you like old movies?” The picture he chose is a dumb one. It is in black and white with a cheesy plot and effects. He shrugs, temporarily tensing up. “My dad and I bonded over movies like this. I just thought it’d be fun to do that with Noa, too.”

“He did like the movies you picked.” Both his and Noa’s eyes were glued to the screen about an hour ago. “It’s gonna be a thing with you two.” you yawn, hoping time speeds up so you can at least say you saw the clock strike twelve. “As long as it’s not gory porn.”

Just then, Inko makes a squeak. Izuku groans. “Dear, please.”

“Okay, okay.” You rest your head on him again. Your eyelids are too heavy to hold open. Izuku breathes deeply, his shoulders moving with him. Right before you drift away, there is what feels like a kiss on top of your head.

Inko comes up and waits until midnight. Right when the clock strikes, she snaps a picture of you three on the couch. She smiles with watery eyes.

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