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gglitch1dd · 10 months

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The Contract Pt 3

Context: When you broke up with Katsuki, you thought it was the end for you. No marriage. No family. No white picket fence. You had spent so much time on Katsuki and now it all just fell to the wind. But what if a certain green haired hero offered you a contract, offered you the dream life of security and happiness all for the small price of being his wife? Love wasn’t in the plan but maybe it was in the fine print.

Basically: Reader dumps Katsuki and goes for Izuku.

Main Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Warning: Money money money, ATTEMPTED MURDER, the power of an Asain mom's slipper, jealousy is a disease. "Okaasan" means "mother" in Japanese.

“So you must be Mrs Midoriya?”

You smiled gently as you offered her your hand, shaking it firmly with a gentle laugh. “Not yet. Midoriya is my soon to be surname.” You told the real estate agent.

It had been around two months since you and Midoriya had signed everything off and were in a contract of convenience. You had both agreed that it would be good to start fresh, to move in together while everything else- including the wedding- was being sorted. Right now you were apartment hunting and trying to do your best to find the ideal apartment for the both of you.

You stood in the private lounge of the luxury apartment building, where you had been waiting on the Real Estate Agent to appear. Ms Hanako stood proudly in stilettos and a professional skirt with a buttoned up white shirt. She smiled over at you. “Will Mr Midoriya be joining us?” She asked you.

You nodded your head. “Yes, he’s just running a little late but he said he should be here in a minute.” You informed her. Midoriya had a meeting in the last ten minutes that he said he had to go to but he promised that he would be here with you for viewing apartments today, even going as far as to clear his schedule for the rest of the day. “We apologise about that, he gets caught up in work a lot.” You weren’t lying. Midoriya was known to be quite the workaholic. He wasn’t Number One hero for no reason after all.

She shook her head with a chuckle as she lifted up her tablet to her face. “No, no it’s fine. I see here that the two of you didn’t specify a budget that you’re working with.” She said her face scrunched up a bit in confusion before looking up at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows as well, remembering that the two of you had discussed it. “Oh… that’s a mistake on our part.” You told her honestly. “We agreed on-”

“Sorry, I’m late.” Walking into the lounge was Midoriya as he took off his cap and ruffled his hair again. You turned towards him with a bright smile, Ms. Hanako’s eyes growing large at the sight of the Number One hero of the country. Midoriya adjusted the watch around his wrist before taking place next to you. “There was a lot more traffic than I thought there would be down Main.” He reported before putting a hand on the small of your back, looking down at you with a smirk mixed with a smile. “Sorry about that, my love.” He moved to place a kiss on your forehead. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

You smiled up at him with a soft chuckle. “It’s fine, honey, you’re just on time.” You moved a curl out of his face, before turning back to the still shocked real estate agent.

Midoriya smiled customarily, a smile he normally used in public appearances. He nodded his head. “You must be Miss Hanako, our real estate agent?” He asked, looking at you for confirmation.

Quickly she straightened up and bowed at the waist before him. “Mr. Deku.” She let out, her voice slightly higher pitched than she was before. “I didn’t know you were my client, I would have-”

“No, please, it's alright.” Midoriya quickly dismissed it with a chuckle. “Call me Midoriya, I’m off the clock right now.” He told her. She looked up from her bow and straightened up, nodding her head trying not to combust in front of him.

You giggled softly, finding it rather amusing. “She told me that we didn’t specify our range that we were going with.” You told him motioning towards the dark-haired woman in front of the both of you.

That peaked his interest as his eyebrows raised. Then almost like a lightbulb going on, it hit him. “Right…” He let out with a snap of his fingers. “Sorry, I forgot to fill it in when booking for the consultation.” He said with a bow of the head. “My apologies.” You felt his hand snake around you, putting his hand on your hip as he kept you to his side. You felt heat rise up your neck but you stayed as relaxed as possible to not rouse suspicion. Midoriya kept his eyes on Ms. Hanako. “How does 10 sound?”

“Million?”

“Billion Yen.” She let out a squeak at the change in zeros. You turned to look up at him, shocked knowing that wasn’t the price you both agreed upon. He then racked through his head trying to think of converting it. “How much is that? 10 million dollars? I don’t know, somewhere there.” He waved his hand off. “I’m not sure, let’s not put a price on it. If we like it, I’ll buy it.” He dismissed.

You gave him a tense smile as you nudged him slightly. “Honey…” You gave him a pointed look, it was still a bit weird calling him by his first name which is why you rather called him by nicknames instead. Not that you couldn’t call him by his given name, he encouraged it, but you were trying to get used to it on the down low first. “Isn’t that a bit much?” You asked him. “I thought we agreed on just a little less than half that price.”

“Yah but…” He turned to look down at you with a tilt of his head and a smirk. “I want to spoil my fiancé.” He reminded you. You felt a blush go to your face. “Besides, we’re buying, not renting. This isn’t like a yearly expense thing. I don’t mind spending that much.” He told you honestly. He turned back to Ms. Hanako who still seemed shocked. “So is that okay with you?”

She was frozen for a moment glancing at you before looking back at Midoriya. She nodded her head with a quick smile. “Of course, I know just the right apartments for you guys.” She assured with a smile, before motioning with one hand for the both of you to follow her. You did as she was saying, maintaining a close proximity with her as she led you two towards the elevator. “As you both know, we pride ourselves in the safety and privacy of all our residents here. Being near the centre of the city really helps commuting to and from work or any other activities here and the city. We do have many other proheroes and their families that live in our buildings as well.” She notified the both of you, scanning her hand before the elevator opened. You moved into the elevator with her as she pushed the second highest floor. “We actually had Proheroes Dynamight and Red Riot move in just a year ago.” She informed the both of you proudly, making you tighten your grip on your purse. Suddenly, you weren’t feeling so sure about living here.

You felt Midoriya move his hand off of your side and clasping your hand that was closest to him. His large hand encased your smaller one, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb lightly as to try and calm you down and relax at the news that was just told. You tightened your hold on him, squeezing his hand in gratitude. He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Oh yes.” She nodded her head. “Of course, for privacy reasons, I can’t disclose where or which of our buildings they live in but yes.” Midoriya hummed, making a mental note to find out later.

The elevator dinged after a while and Ms Hanako stepped out into the hallway. “We have two apartments on this floor, both designed similarly in making.” She walked over to the door on the left. With a swipe of one of the cards she had with her, she motioned for the both of you to enter.

You looked around with wide eyes at the prestigiousness of the penthouse. The windows were huge with flawless glass panes that let in sunlight perfectly. You looked to your right at the spacious open floor plan. You noticed a second floor above you. Midoriya looked around with a raised eyebrow. “It’s like a slightly larger version of my apartment.” You heard him mutter to himself which only made you choke back a snort.

Ms. Hanako motioned around the apartment with a smile. “This is a two-floor apartment with three bedrooms, 5 bathrooms (three being in-suites), including a study, laundry room, pantry and balcony. Stands at around 6 million.” She stated as she led you through the apartment itself. You looked around with wide eyes, liking the look of it. She took you upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms before turning to the both of you. “These are one of our best apartments for ready and growing families.” She hinted with a wink.

You glanced over to Midoriya who looked over to you. He smirked over at you putting his hands on his hips. “Well, isn’t that great news, sweetheart.” He asked you, dripping in amusement as he kept his green eyes on you. He then motioned to Ms. Hanako. “We’ve been thinking of having kids.” He said with a proud smile on his face.

“Somewhere in the future.” You interjected with a tense smile.

Ms. Hanako's smile broadened as she clasped her hands together. “That’s wonderful!”

“I know, right?”

You gave Midoriya a pointed look when Ms. Hanako looked away from the both of you. He gave you a thumbs up in agreement, making you roll your eyes. After she led you around, she allowed the two of you to roam by yourselves for a moment. The process repeated as she took you to see two other apartments. After a long day of looking at apartments and shopping, you both ended back at your apartment.

Most of your items were already in boxes, sold or ready to be moved out. While the both of you looked for an apartment, you decided you would move in with Midoriya in the meantime. Midoriya grabbed another slice of pizza out of the box with a hum and a smile.

You shook your head in amusement as you leaned against the counter. “You know, for someone who boasts healthy living, I’ve nearly never seen someone who eats as much as you.” You pointed out motioning to him with the same hand that you held your soda can in.

Midoriya flicked his gaze up at you. He shrugged before motioning to himself. “I’m a big man.” He pointed out to you making you chuckle. “I’ve got to eat a lot. Stock up on calories I’ll burn later. All this muscle doesn’t sustain itself.” He nodded his head, almost proud of his reasoning towards you.

You raised an eyebrow. “Muscles or fat?” He looked at you with a gasp and a hand to his chest, deeply offended, making you laugh. There was a knock at your door. You kicked yourself off the counter and made your way out of the kitchen to the door. “Don’t finish the pizza.”

“Well I don’t feel so inclined to listen to you anymore.” He spoke filled with pettiness making you laugh.

You opened the door without checking through the peephole. “Hello- oh.” You froze as you saw who stood in front of you.

Bakugou stood with his hands in front of him. The blond prohero opened his mouth to speak but seemed just as frozen as you. His crimson eyes were stuck on you and your being, feeling choked up and without any words to say. His eyes… they were something you loved so dearly about him and yet as you looked into them now face to face you felt as if they were suffocating you. His tall demeanour seemed to soften at the sight of you. He cleared his throat straightening up in front of you.

“Y/N, I… I know you probably don’t want me in the kids' life but I promise you I will do everything in my power to be the best parent to it.” He told you. Your eyes widened once you registered what you were saying. He thought over what he had just said. “Them.” He corrected himself. “Whatever they are.”

You blinked once. Twice. Three times. “Uh… Katsuki, what are you talking about?” You asked him with a tilt of his head.

Bakugou swallowed down hard as he motioned towards you. “Your… your kid. Our kid.”

“Our kid?” You asked, motioning between you and him. He nodded his head affirmingly. You almost would have found him cute if you were still together and you weren’t mad enough to slam the door in his face. You let out a breath as you leaned against the doorway, your arms folded as you stared at him. Bakugou willed himself to only look you in the eyes, knowing that indulging in the want to look over your figure would only make this situation worse. “Katsuki, I don’t have a kid.”

At first, you saw the wheels turning in his head. His face fell at the statement as he stood in the hallway with wide eyes for a moment. “You don’t?”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t know about you,” You stated, motioning over to him. “especially with all your choices during our relationship,” You saw him close his eyes with a deep sigh as he looked away from you for a moment. “But I don’t have any children that I know of.”

“The kid that was-”

“With me when the building caught on fire? My friends. Not mine. So if we’re done here, I’m hungry.” You turned to go back into your apartment, moving to close the door, however you heard an odd thud when you did. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked down to see Bakugou’s black boots blocking your door from closing. You opened the door more, looking at him heavily annoyed. “Katsuki, please leave.”

“Y/N, please.” He let out lowly as he put a hand to your doorway as if that would have stopped you from slamming the door in his face. He hesitated for a second but you saw his face fall, he looked down to the floor for a moment before looking up at you again. “I know I fucked up, big time. I know it feels as though I’ve wasted your time and you want nothing to do with me.”

“You’re wrong, I don’t feel Katsuki. I know you wasted my time.” You pointed out with furrowed eyebrows. “You cheated on me.”

Bakugou swallowed down hard but nodded his head. That was something that took you a bit by surprise. “I did. I did cheat and I’m sorry. Please, all I ever wanted was for you, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” He motioned to you, your expression dropped as you looked away from him. “to be with me.” You opened your mouth. “Yes, I know what you’re going to say but Eijiro loves you too. You know how much he loves you. Don’t act as if you were oblivious to it.”

You frowned, tightening your grip on your door handle. “I wasn’t oblivious to it, Katsuki, I just didn’t act on it. I respected you enough not to.” You pointed out. You let out a drained sigh as you moved to massage your eyebrows. “I’m tired, Katsuki. Please leave.”

“Y/N wait-”

“Hey, Y/N, sorry to bother you but is it okay if I order another pizza?” You heard Midoriya chirp in behind you as walked into the hallway, being able to be seen by Bakugou. He had his phone in hand as he stared down at the screen. “Cause I really couldn’t resist eating that last sli-” He looked up and his eyes caught on the blond. He perked up. “Oh…” He slowly made his way to stand behind you. “Hey Kacchan.” He greeted.

Bakugou looked at the green haired hero in disbelief. His eyebrows furrowed as his face scrunched up almost in a mix of disbelief and also disgust. “Deku? The fuck you doing here?” He asked motioning to you.

Midoriya motioned back to the kitchen innocently. “Eating pizza.” He said simply. Bakugou gave him a pointed look in annoyance, showing that he wasn’t buying that. Midoriya took a step closer to you, coming up right behind- you making you let out a breath. He moved to encase your hand around the door handle, silently taking control of the situation. You looked down at his large scarred hands that were over yours, so much bigger and experienced than yours and yet held nothing but affirmative action behind them. “What are you doing here, Kacchan?” He asked with a tilt of his head as he furrowed his own eyebrows.

Bakugou let out a breath. He motioned to you. “I’m here to talk to YN.”

Midoriya looked down to you, his expression automatically easing as he looked down at you. “Are you done speaking to him?” You wordlessly nodded your head. He smiled. “Great.” He looked up at Bakugou. “Looks like she’s done talking to you. Goodbye, Kacchan.”

Once again, Bakugou stopped the door from being closed in his face. Midoriya glanced down at Bakugou’s hand that was on the door and then looked back at the blond. You saw his expression darken at the action, a serious frown on his face. “Now hold on, Deku. I’m not here for you, I’m here for her. Now why don’t you mind your own fucking business and go back to eating your pizza.” Bakugou let out with a scowl.

Midoriya didn’t answer for a moment, just staring at the blond for a moment. He stepped out of the way. “You know what, come in for a second.” He said with a serious look on his face. You looked up at him wondering what the hell he was on about. Midoriya however, didn’t look at you as he allowed Bakugou through.

The blond put on a smug smirk on his face as he stepped past you and Midoriya into your apartment. Midoriya closed the door behind him, keeping his eyes on Bakugou. He was silent as he followed Bakugou. “Now, do you mind, Deku. I’ve gotta talk to-” Suddenly dark green tendril wrapped themselves around Bakugou restraining the blond hero. His eyes widened. “THE FUCK YOU DOING!” Bakugou shouted at Midoriya who had a rather emotionless expression on his face as he stared at the blond. You watched as Blackwhip had itself wrapped around Bakugou. Midoriya walked over to Bakugou, picking him up effortlessly. You watched silently as Midoriya marched over to your balcony, opening the sliding door. Immediately you felt your heart drop out of your chest as you watched with wide eyes. “DEKU! YOU SLIMEY FUCK! LET GO OF ME!” Bakugou shouted as his hands flexed at his sides trying to hurt Midoriya to force him to let go of him.

Midoriya marched onto your balcony. Without looking at Bakugou, he threw the blond off your balcony. You gasped as you slapped a hand over your mouth. Midoriya dusted his hands, blackwhip no longer activated as he marched back inside, closing the sliding door. He looked over to you with a smile. “So I can order another pizza right?” He asked you horrifyingly casually as he walked back into your kitchen.

Your heart was thumping in your chest as you looked back at your balcony. You were hoping maybe by some odd miracle maybe you were just delusional but you knew you weren’t. You glanced over to Midoriya, watching as he picked up his phone and started placing another order for pizza.

Noticing your silence, Midoriya looked up at you. He waved his hand down. “Don’t worry, he’s fine.” He stated casually as he shrugged. “It’s not the first time this has happened. It’s rather therapeutic, heals my inner child.” He told you as he tapped another button.

You motioned to your balcony. “What if you killed him!” You shouted.

“Oh I wish.” Midoriya looked up at you with a nod. “He can save himself. His quirk is good for doing that.” He motioned over to the side. “Actually…” He faced the screen of his phone towards you. He lifted up three fingers. Then two. Then one. Suddenly his phone started ringing, KACCHAN. Midoriya swiped accept as he answered the call. “Yes?”

“DEKU, I’M GOING TO FUCKING-”

Midoriya hung up the phone. He looked back at you with a smile. “You see, he’s fine. So what pizza do you want?” You stood in disbelief as you looked at him. You just blinked at him trying to grapple with what just happened. Midoriya looked at you. “I guess that’s a margarita.”

You sat next to Midoriya as the limo moved forward, today was the first time that the two of you would be seen at a press event together. It was another hero gala with a bunch of champagne, awards and slow dancing to make the elitists happy. It was a big deal coming in here as the fiancé to the Number One hero, having to stay by his side as he talked to big figure names like the Prime Minister, the Minister of Safety, the President of the Hero Commission and other board members. It was a serious occasion.

In light of the occasion you were dressed to match. You wore an emerald green dress that hugged your figure before falling naturally down around you causing a bit of a train around. Your sleeves were puffed and came to your elbows but made the look seem sexy without too much skin and underneath all that, red bottoms that Midoriya had gifted you. You let out a breath as you sat with your hands on your lap.

Midoriya let out a chuckle. You looked over to him and his smug self. You looked him up and down suspiciously which only increased the green haired man’s amusement. “And what are you giggling at?”

Midoriya shrugged, he sat in all black but his tie and waistcoat were the same luscious green as your dress and his hair. He adjusted the chain connecting his collar to his breast pocket. “You’re nervous.”

“Aren’t you?”

He shook his head denying it with a small frown. You both would be last to enter the hall as it was customary for the Number One. It only built up the suspense you had. “No. Not really.” You looked down at your lap for a moment trying to get a grip of yourself as your stomach twisted into knots. You swallowed down hard as you tried to focus on your lap, you didn’t notice much of what Midoriya was doing. He slowly took your hands, rubbing over your knuckles gently as he put your hands together encased in his. He gave you a smile, a soft and endearing one. “We’re doing this together, okay. That’s why I’m not nervous. I’m not alone and neither are you.” He reminded you. “You and I are going to walk out of this limo, and pose like we are the hottest couple to ever set foot in Japan-” You couldn’t help but smile and scoff at that, making Midoriya’s smile widen. “-Cause we are, and enter that hall like the world is waiting for us- because it is. We are here together.”

You smiled softly at his words. It was an odd thing about Midoriya that also made him an amazing hero. It was how humble and kind he was. When it came to his words, he could say the most inspirational things to lift one up all with a smile on his face. You tightened your hold on him. “Thank you…” You told him honestly. You hesitated but smiled. “I-Izuku.”

You saw his demeanour soften at you calling him by his given name. “Of course...” He leaned closer to you with a slight smirk on his face. “Future Mrs. Midoriya.” You rolled your eyes as you nudged him, only making him laugh. “Talking about that, you did get all the invitations printed and sent digitalised, right?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “Yes, they are all just waiting for the end of the evening and then they’ll be in people’s inboxes. I’m also going for my dress appointment next week.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? Can I come?”

“No!” You said laughing.

His face dropped in disappointment as he frowned. “Why?” He whined, his mouth in a slight pout as he looked at you very seriously.

“Why?” You asked confused but still laughing. “Cause you can’t see me in the dress before the wedding day. It’s bad luck.” He grumbled at that, only making you laugh some more.

The limo finally came to a stop and you finally heard the loud shouting of the media, preparing for you and Midoriya to exit out of the limo. He looked over at you and you at him. He took your hand and raised it to his lips with a smile, kissing your knuckles. “Let's go take over Japan for a night.” He smirked. You couldn’t help but stifle a short giggle.

The door was opened for Midoriya and the moment he came into view, instantly the cameras started flashing. It was borderline assaulting with how much the flashes were going off and yet he already had his camera smile ready as he stepped outside of the limo. He straightened up his jacket for a moment before offering a hand to you. You took his hand and stepped out onto the red carpet. You smiled up at him, a lovesick smile as he led you down the carpet.

The both of you stopped to take some pictures, Midoriya only smiling at the press for a moment before looking down at you and keeping your eyes on you. You glanced up at him before giggling and moving your head to nudge him slightly. “You shouldn’t be smiling at me.” You told him, looking up at him with a gentle smile on my face.

Midoriya shrugged. “Why not?” He stated, motioning forward for the both of you to head over to the paparazzi to answer one or two questions before moving forward. He looked up at the sea of photographers and instantly they were all shouting his hero name. It was borderline overwhelming. He stepped forward to one of the reporters and there was an instant hush over them to hear the question and his answer.

“ProHero Deku, we’d like to congratulate you on spending the last five consecutive years as the Number One hero of Japan. It’s absolutely outstanding!”

Midoriya pulled on a sharp smirk on his face. “Thank you, it’s still surreal to me. It still feels like that first year, whenever people would call for the Number One hero, I would always be looking for him.” His comment caused you all to laugh as more questions came flying.

“Is Miss L/N your date for tonight?”

Midoriya looked down at you, squeezing your hand as he gave you a look that made you feel as though you were the only thing worth looking at in the world. You didn’t know how he did it. How with just one look that he was doing, he could make you feel so speechless. “Well… as my fiancé, I would be worried if I didn’t bring her as my date.” That one answer brought an uproar of more questions.

“How long have you been together!”

“When did you get engaged?”

“How does it feel like to be in a relationship with the Number One hero, Miss L/N?”

You chuckled as you leaned forward to answer. “It’s an absolute dream. He’s…” You let out a sigh as you looked up at him. His green eyes are always staying on you. “He’s such a pillar of strength to me and I honestly feel so lucky every day. He’s an absolute sweetheart.”

Midoriya raised a hand indicating that the two of you were done answering questions. However, calls for a kiss started to sound, making a flustered look go to your face. Midoriya seemed more amused by it than anything else. He looked down at you with a smirk, making you face him. “What do you say? Should we give the people what they want?”

You shrugged. “Whatever you want…” You stated as he pulled you in against his chest your face close to his as you looked up at him, moving your left hand onto the side of his face, making sure the engagement ring was in sight. “Izuku.” You whispered. “Mr. Number One Hero.” You smirked, being unable to help yourself.

Unprecedentedly he let out a low groan as he pulled you in for a kiss. In that moment everything felt like it stopped as you felt your heart stop too. It was warm and soft and yet eager as he kissed you. It was also over all too soon for your liking and immediately you hid your face from view in embarrassment for a moment as you heard in chuckle. However, you felt underneath your right hand, his heart was thumping out of his chest, racing almost as if it would burst out.

With a wave from the both of you, you joined hands as you made your way towards a waiting hallway before entering the hall. The background of people buzzed around you, making sure that everything was perfect. They adjusted Midoriya’s white signature cape on his shoulders, as well as your dress at the bottom to make sure that there was the perfect entrance for the both of you. You moved to hold onto his arm rather than his hand.

“You’re gonna make us cause scandals, Izuku.” You whispered up to him.

He kept facing forward, a perfect profile as he smirked, pushing a dimple to his freckled cheek. He chuckled, putting a hand over your own, giving it a squeeze. “Good.”

“Announcing his excellency, the Number One ProHero of Japan, ranked Number Three in Asia, ProHero: Deku, along with his fiancé, Miss L/N.”

At that the doors opened revealing the decorated hall to the both of you. Midoriya led the both of you forward, his cape flowing behind him as he walked with you next to him. He had a resting smirk on his face as he walked forward. It was like he knew the presence he carried, the power he had as he walked forward. His eyes seemed to almost hide everything and yet show what you could only assume was all to you. Dangerous poisonous green eyes that would swallow anyone up with a single glance. You tightened your hold on him as you stayed at his side, smiling at other ProHeroes that were nearby.

Midoriya led the both of you around, greeting a various number of highly important people, some you had only been able to see on TV alone. You smiled and acted nice and pretty. You were much more than a pretty face and luckily there was a lot of attention on this new pairing that was you and Midoriya, so you didn’t have to act like just Arm Candy. However, even as you went around the hall you could feel a particular set of crimson eyes on you, it was like they were drilling a hole into you.

You only looked at him when it was time to get seated in order for the event to start. That’s when you saw the furious gaze of Bakugou Katsuki on both you and your fiancé. Bakugou sat in his seat, a silent rage about him as he watched the both of you make your way forward. His gaze of almost disgust and yet also disappointment felt like a weight on your throat. Feeling almost sick at the pressure his gaze had on you, you flicked your gaze to Kirishima. Kirishima looked between you and Midoriya almost as if he could hardly believe it- and yet the moment his eyes met yours, he looked down away from you.

It was only then when he left your gaze did you snap yourself back to reality. You raised your head as you kept to Midoriya’s side. You finally reached the table. He pulled out your seat first, motioning for you to sit down. You smiled as you sat down, him pushing in your chair and then him sitting down himself. There was no time to communicate with the people at your table as immediately the event began.

The event started with acknowledging some retired heroes now turned alumni, and all that they had done for the hero community. Then there were some long service awards going in intervals of five years, which lasted a bit longer than you thought it would. During the whole time you tried to focus on the event and Midoriya sitting next to you as well as Mina who sat next to you. However, it was hard when you felt Bakugou’s eyes on you most of the time. You tried to ignore him as best as you could.

Finally, it was almost time for the break with only one more award to be handed out before the rest of the evening would be mingling, some dancing and dinner.

“We’ve come to that part of the night where we have to celebrate our top hero of the country,” Hawks spoke from the top of the stage, being MC for the night just like he was for most hero events. You turned to look at Midoriya who tried his best not to get flustered at it all, still an element of humbleness to him. “We’d like to acknowledge and award our Number One Hero, ProHero: Deku, the hero of peace and justice for all he has accomplished for not only the five consistent years of being Number one, but for all the efforts he has accomplished for the hero community. From the privacy of Hero only hospitals, greater access to the legislative system in terms of cases and more supportive laws for self defence and quirk usage, Deku has done much for the hero community and this nation. And for that I’d like to call the Number One to the stage.” He stepped to the side clapping his hands as an assistant brought a clear crystal award onto stage for Midoriya.

You clapped along with the rest of the hall. Midoriya stood up, putting a hand up to acknowledge everyone around him. He turned to you before leaving, making sure to give you a peck to your lips. You reminded yourself to keep your expression up to not look as shocked as you were as you watched him leave and go up onto stage. Midoriya climbed up the stairs up to the stage, giving Hawks a hug making the blond’s eyes widen for a moment before letting out a laugh.

Midoriya accepted the award before being ushered to stand at the mic (which was luckily adjusted to his height.) He looked around at the hall for a moment, letting out a breath. “Everything I’ve ever done was to achieve my dreams to become a hero and I am unbelievably lucky to have been able to achieve that. Now, because I know that we,” He motioned at the hall, “all know that I could stand up here and talk us into the next era, I’m gonna try and keep things short. I have to thank first and foremost, my mentor, All Might.” Midoriya paused for a moment, swallowing hard at the mention of the older hero that had passed just two years ago. He lowered his head for a moment before forcing a smile on his face. “I also need to thank all my friends, teachers, fellow heroes, every single worker at Deku Agency and most certainly…” His eyes moved to you despite the bright lights on him. It was almost as if he could find you even in the darkness of the crowd. You smiled at him. “My fiancé, Y/N.” His freckled cheeks pushed up to a beautiful smile. “I don’t think these past few years would have been as vivid and beautiful without you in them and for that, I am forever grateful for you. Thank you.” He bowed his head to everyone, moving back with a wave as he was escorted to the wings away from the spotlight.

“For the time we’ve all been waiting for… Dinner.” Hawks spoke with a huge grin.

The lights of the hall increased some more allowing you to all see much easily. You let out a breath as you turned to straighten yourself out and turn to the rest of the table. You noticed very quickly that a lot of them were staring at you. You looked around at everyone for a moment before picking up your champagne glass.

“THAT RING!” Mina took your glass out of your hands and took your left hand into her own. She inspected the green sapphire engagement surrounded by diamonds. Her eyes widened as she looked down at it with awe. “It’s so pretty! Where did he get it?”

You chuckled as you shrugged. “I actually don’t know, I never thought to ask.”

“How come?” You heard the gruff voice of your ex-boyfriend disturb your conversation. He looked at you with a horrible scrutinising gaze.

You looked over at Bakugou but to his surprise you had forced a smile to your face. “I got swept up in the proposal, I didn’t really didn’t think about it. It was just…” You sighed as you turned to face Mina with a sweet smile. “He had decorated the entire penthouse with flowers and balloons, had all the lights off and had lanterns and fairy lights everywhere-”

“WAIT!” Denki shot out of his chair to move to crouch near you and Mina to hear all the details. “I have to know. You kept this from me and now I expect to know every detail.” He stated, glaring up at you with a pointed look.

You chuckled. “We didn’t want to be in the spotlight and it kinda just-”

“Took us by surprise.” You turned to look up at Midoriya who approached the table once again.

Your smile broadened. “Congratulations, Izuku. You deserve it.” You reached over and took a hold of his hand.

Midoriya hummed with a smirk on his face. He leaned down. “Thank you, my love.” He hummed out, moving his hand to your neck. He tilted your head up to meet his, keeping a possessive hold on your neck. You felt time freeze for a moment as you felt something stir in the pit of your stomach, knotting up and aching for a second. You knew the feeling all too well, but yet you hadn’t felt it in a long time.

You chuckled into the kiss. “For a hero, you know little self-control.” You spoke against his lips.

He smirked, moving back with a shrug, sitting down in his seat. “You can’t blame me, when it comes to you.” He faced back to everybody else, keeping a hand on your thigh. He lifted up his glass of champagne to his lips, taking a much needed sip before his eyes landed on Bakugou. He smiled. “Kacchan, I actually need you to come over to my place soon, I’ve gotta ask you something.”

Bakugou was in no mood to talk to Midoriya nor interact with the green haired hero. Hell, his whole event was ruined by this farce that was happening in front of him. You? In love with Midoriya? You had got to be shitting him. After all that the two of you had been through together, how much you knew about Midoriya and him, and yet here you were sitting next to Midoriya with an engagement ring on his finger. It made the blond feel so angry that he felt borderline sick. Kirishima glanced at the blond, he put a hand on Bakugou’s thigh trying to calm him down.

Bakugou took a sip of his own champagne, putting down the glass aggressively. “Why don’t you just ask it right fucking now?” He shrugged in his black suit. He leaned back. “Since you seem so filled with surprises today, Deku.”

“Katsuki.” Kirishima reminded him quietly to behave.

Midoriya seemed to hesitate. “Are you sure? It’s a pretty private thing Kacchan. I don’t want to put you on the spot-”

“Just spit it out you damn fucking-”

“Would you be my best man?”

The whole table went silent at the question. You tried to keep a calm face as you internally were smacking Midoriya on the back side of the head for such a question. You weren’t sure what he was thinking of, doing this. Denki’s mouth was in a straight line as he too didn’t pull a joke, finding the tension too heavy. Everyone looked at Bakugou. Even Shoto, although seemingly very quiet and sticking to spectating, watching expectantly.

The blond didn’t seem to move for the second, processing Midoriya’s question. He tilted his head, his hands balling up the table cloth and smoke coming out of his palms. “What?”

Midoriya smiled gently. “Will you be my best man?” He looked down for a moment, almost bashful but he then looked at Bakugou as if he was being genuine. “I’ve known you all my life, Kacchan. You’re like a brother that I greatly dislike but a brother none the less. You have done so much for me. You’ve followed me to UA, we’ve worked countless times together, hell, you are even the reason why I can marry the love of my life.” Midoriya glanced at you. You knew what he was doing. It was buried deep in those poisonous green of his eyes. He was riling up Bakugou and it was damn working, almost too well. If Bakugou could look more murderous, he could. “I feel like it is only right as my childhood friend, that I ask you if you want to be my best man at my wedding to Y/N.”

At first Bakugou was silent as he dropped his head trying to will himself not to cross the table and murder Midoriya right before his very eyes. He dragged a hand down his face before you started hearing soft chuckles. You raised an eyebrow as Bakugou slowly started to laugh. Soon the blond was down right hysterical as he put a hand to his head as he laughed. You glanced at Midoriya, wondering if this was him officially breaking the blond, however he didn’t look away, he stayed looking at Bakugou.

Bakugou let out a sigh as he wiped tears from his eyes. He looked over at Midoriya nodding his head. He motioned to the green haired man in front of him. “Fuck you.” Without a second thought, Bakugou stood up from his chair and left the table. Bakugou didn’t look at you as he turned his back on all of you and walked away to God knows where.

Immediately Kirishima stood up to go and follow Bakugou. “Katsuki!” He turned back to the whole lot of you. He bowed his head to Midoriya. “I’m sorry about him, Midoriya and-” It was almost as if your name got caught in his throat. “And Y/N.” He quickly apologised as he went racing off to go follow Bakugou. Now that you were watching it away from being obligated to follow Bakugou’s side, you realised just how tiring it was sometimes.

“Midoriya.” Midoriya turned to his right to look at Todoroki who was looking at him as stoic as ever. He had his silky mismatched hair cascading down his shoulders, but a few strands were tied up behind him. He tilted his head to the side. “May I be your best man?” He asked shamelessly, making Sero snort in amusement.

Midoriya nodded his head with a genuine smile on his face, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Don’t worry, Shoto, I knew he was going to say no. I was going to ask you but thank you. I would love it if you were my best man.” He chuckled in amusement as he made sure that Todoroki knew that he had the position. Todoroki nodded his head, glad that he had gotten himself in as Midoriya’s best man.

“Obviously, I’m going to be the flower girl.” Denki stated as he motioned to himself with pride. You rolled your eyes but chuckled.

“How dare you hide this from your mother!”

“OW! OKAASAN!”

You watched in pure amusement as the tall, large Number One hero, Midoriya Izuku, was being attacked by a white slipper by a woman half his size. Midoriya Inko, who you found out would be your future mother-in-law. She had a furious expression on her face as she swatted her son with her slipper, pulling on his ear so that he couldn’t escape her fury. Midoriya was forced to bend in an awkward position in order to accompany how short she was.

“You didn’t think to tell me that you were getting married!” She chastised as she slapped her slipper against his shoulder. The short round woman frowned up at her son, clearly offended at being left out of the loop.

A beautiful golden retriever scampered into the hallway where you all were. She barked up in happiness at seeing Midoriya however she went over to you, sniffing at your body. You smiled as you crouched down, putting a hand to her head as you pat her behind the ears. She sat down obediently with her mouth open as she panted. You checked her nametag. “Mighty Molly”, you read. She was a beautiful dog and really well trained.

Midoriya let out a small yelp. He furrowed his eyebrows as he sent his mother a glare. “I already told you, Ma. It’s more like an arrangement than me withholding information from you- Will you stop!” He let out annoyed at the constant slipper attacking his shoulder. You knew that if Midoriya really wanted to, he could have easily stopped Inko. He could have easily disarmed the very threatening woman and won the little battle between them, but you knew he wouldn’t do that. He seemed too much of a Mama’s boy to do so.

She let out a huff as she folded her arms and put her slipper back down on the ground. “Arranged or not, this is the person who will take your name and become part of the family.” She reminded him with a pointed look. She slipped her sock covered foot into the slipper and turned to you. She smiled up at you as if she had not just assaulted her son in front of you. “Welcome my dear, I hope you like pork Katsudon!” She let out chirply as she motioned for you to follow her to sit down at the table.

You chuckled and followed her, paying no mind to her grumbling son behind the two of you in the hallway of her apartment. “Thank you and I do.” You told her as she motioned for you to sit. You sat down at the table, happily with a smile for dinner that she had prepared for the two of you. “You have a lovely home, Mrs. Midoriya.”

“Thank you. Izuku grew up here.” She informed you. “And please, don't go by Mrs. Just call me Mama Midoriya if you want, it's what most of Izuku’s friends call me. Or Inko, that’s just fine too, dear.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. You had heard that Midoriya didn’t grow up as privileged as his fellow former classmates and it made a lot of sense to you. As much as he knew he had money now, he wasn’t as flashy with it as your ex was or some of his classmates. She quickly snapped her fingers at her son. “Izuku, come sit down.” She ordered. Midoriya pulled out the chair opposite where you sat but he pulled out a chair for his mother as well. He moved without being asked to grab two bowls of katsudon, laying them down in front of you and one for his mother. Inko facial expression softened and so he sat down without complaint. She turned to you. “So… I heard that the two of you met through Katsuki.” She started.

You nodded your head. “Yes, in an essence.” You watched Mighty Molly position herself beside Inko, lying down on the ground.

Midoriya scoffed as he placed his own bowl at his place and sat down. “Ma, you don’t have to act oblivious.” He points out, putting his hands together. You all said thank you for the food and you could start eating. Midoriya picked up his chopsticks and looked at you. “She knows that you and Kacchan were together.”

You looked over to Inko. She gave you a tense smile making you giggle. She sighed as her shoulders relaxed. “I’m sorry, my dear but everybody knows.” She told you, nodding her head. “However, when I was talking to Mitsuki,” You paused at the mention of Bakugou’s mother. “She always talked about how happy you made Katsuki and how much he tried to make you happy. Honestly, she had been pressuring him to propose right before you two-” She paused as she noticed your slight frown. You swallowed hard hearing that.

It was hard not to think about. It was hard not to think about having to apologise to his parents as to why you had broken up with their son and having to omit the truth. It was hard hearing all about how much of an amazing couple the two of you were only for it to have ended in shambles, ended with the two of you away and split up from one another. It was hard learning that Mitsuki was pressuring him to propose to you when you had called it off.

It wasn’t your fault.

Inko softened, her face apologetic. “I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to…”

You shook your head forcing a smile to your face. “No, it’s okay.” You let out a bit of a forced laugh. “Mitsuki reminds me a whole lot of her son. The two are more often than not, very much at odds, despite being so similar.” You pointed out.

Midoriya nodded his head in agreement, mouth full of delicious Katsudon as he did so. Inko agreed with a giggle. “Honestly, I don’t know how Masaru manages both of them.” She stated amusedly. You agreed as well, tasting her food. You perked up at the taste of the meal. You looked up at Midoriya who was basically devouring the bowl in front of him. You smiled at the sight. You understood why he loved it so much if this was how his mother cooked it for him. Inko looked between you and her son. She smiled dearly. “I hope you know that my son…” She started softly as she looked down at her own meal for a moment before looking at you. “He’s a good man.” She nodded her head with a smile. “I know he’ll treat you well. He does get really busy sometimes and I often get worried for him, but he does everything wholeheartedly. I don’t know what made you say yes to him,” Midoriya gave his mother an offended look that she ignored. “but I am glad to see that he has someone, even if the two of you have nothing romantic going on. I just pray that you’ll be good to each other. I was worried he would die a rake.”

Midoriya paused for a moment, finally stopping his inhalation of food. “Excuse me, ma, but I’d like to remind you that I am ranked the top eligible bachelor in Japan.” He reminded her. “Well… I was ranked before the whole fiancé thing.”

She turned her head to him sharply with a pointed look on her face. “Most eligible bachelor and yet you could only have a long-term relationship by having it arranged.” She threw back at him.

You snorted as you covered your mouth at what she had said to her son. Midoriya opened his mouth but quickly closes his mouth and his eyes at the same time, holding his tongue. No doubt he was gonna say something that would probably get him kicked out of the apartment. You shook your head, not surprised one bit.

You let out a sigh and looked over to Inko. You gave her a genuine smile as you sat up straight. “Mama Midoriya,” You started as you took her attention towards you. “I won’t lie and say that the reasons your son and I decided to get together weren’t selfish in some sort of way, as any contract is. It was to get something out of it… but, I can promise you know that when I signed it, I took my new role as your son’s future wife very seriously.” You looked at her straight-faced, as transparent as you could be. Inko smiled in relief and continued to listen. “I don’t believe in forever. Not anymore. However, I do believe in commitment and communication. I promise to you that I’ll do my best to be a good wife to your son and care for him in a way that would never have you feel as though he isn’t being taken care of in whatever capacity he allows of me. You’re a good mother and you raised a good son. I am honoured to be welcomed into the household that you built, ma’am.”

Inko was looking at you with a wobbly smile as big fat Midoriya tears lined her eyes. She looked to her son with the same brink of emotions as she did to you. Midoriya let out a soft chuckle. “Are you okay, ma?” She nodded with some crippled whimpers, covering her face, but you already saw the rivers start to flow from her eyes. Midoriya put down his chopsticks and put a hand to her back. “Ma, don’t cry. You’re gonna make me cry.” He told her. “We don’t need Mrs. Fujita complaining about flooding again.”

“B-b-but Izuku…” She let out with a soft whine as she sniffled.

Midoriya eased, just before he could get up he saw you take out a tissue from your bag and get up yourself. You crouched near Inko, handing her a tissue with a smile on your face. He paused for a second before easing at the sight. Although your action had good intentions, Inko only started crying harder which you found adorable. She shared a lot of similarities with her son now that you thought about it.

After dinner (and seconds from your fiancé), you had learnt a lot from Inko. For starters she had given you the recipe to her katsudon which was a must have apparently. Then you also found out the story behind the golden retriever. Mighty Molly was a service dog, specifically a mobility assistance dog for All Might. So far she did a lot around the apartment even though being off duty since All Might died. The Midoriyas had decided to keep her and just adopt her as a regular dog, even though her services were not needed anymore- and ever since then she had been living with Inko.

Inko was also not very shy of trying to embarrass her son at every waking moment. She had a photo album waiting to show you all the naked baby photos of Midoriya and him in his All Might onesie. Midoriya refused to be part of such antics and decided to wash dishes and save himself the shame. She told you all about how much of a troublesome teen he was when he entered UA and all the apparent lovers he had (which Midoriya was shocked to know of some he was sure he had hidden from her).

The two of you also talked about the wedding preparations. You talked about the flowers, the venue, the food and the cake tasting that the two of you still had to go do. You also told her a bit about your dress (which you tried to keep as minimalistic as possible due to Midoriya’s big ears). Midoriya and you had already agreed about a lot of the things on the wedding and one of the things Midoriya didn’t mind was the vision you had. He wanted to make the day as memorable and happy for you as possible, so he didn’t mind most things. The only real hard definite want that he had was that he wanted to wear a white suit. Which you thought was perfect.

The absolute best thing about Inko was how easily she adapted to the image you were thinking about and quickly she pitched in ideas you hadn’t even thought of. To say that you should have just hired her as your wedding planner would be an understatement, but she was more than happy to be on board and make sure that everything would run smoothly on the day of your wedding.

“Okay Izuku, you make sure you don’t eat all of this okay. Y/N deserves to eat my cooking too, so no hogging.” She reminded him as she handed him a picnic bag filled with containers of food.

Midoriya chuckled and nodded his head. “Yes, Ma.”

She let out a nod with a hum before turning to you. She gave you a gentle hug which you happily reciprocated. “You take well now dear. I’ll see you soon. You make sure if he does anything stupid, you just use your slipper on him. It works like a charm.”

You chuckled. “Of course, thank you again Mama Midoriya.” You stated.

Midoriya took your hand and motioned a wave to her. “Bye ma! Bye Molly!”

“Bye Izuku!” She waved, Molly giving him a bark from inside.

You followed Midoriya towards the staircase, heading down them back towards the ground. You looked up at him with a gentle smile, sticking close to him as the chilly hair nipped at your skin. “Your mother is nice.” You told him honestly.

He looked at you for a moment. He grinned. “I’m glad you think so. She really seems to like you.” He informed you. “Although if you hear your name circling around some old ladies Facebook group, don’t worry. She’s probably just bragging about how great her future in-law is.” He shrugged as he said it nonchalantly, making you laugh.

“I’m glad I got mama’s approval then. I don’t need to be swarmed by old ladies. I already have the paparazzi to deal with.” You joked.

He let out a sigh. “They’re all vultures, honestly.” He stated truthfully with a shake of his head.

The two of you finally made it to the bottom. It was dark at the bottom but it wasn’t a long trek towards the car. You couldn’t wait to get back to the apartment, bundle up and snuggle on the couch with Midoriya’s rabbit, Angelica Nina. She was a really good cuddle buddy now that you had effectively integrated yourself into her life.

“Y/N…” You turned to look at Midoriya. He didn’t have a particular emotion on his face. “I know I work a lot and I’m probably still going to be busy until the wedding but please tell me if you ever feel like I’m disappearing.” He didn’t look at you but he seemed to have a worried expression on his face. “I don’t want to make you feel as though I don’t have time for you or I’m not taking you seriously. Please just snap me out of it and I’ll-”

“Izuku, you’re the Number One hero.” You let out interrupting him. “I know how serious you take your job and just how much you sacrifice to keep it. Believe me, if there’s anyone who understands how draining and how much attention a hero’s work needs from you, it's me. So please, don’t ever feel bad about having to focus on it sometimes.” You told him honestly, knowing how much heroes needed partners who understood how demanding the job was and could be. You hesitated for a moment. “But…” You took a chance and tightened your hold around his warm hand. “Thank you.” You spoke softly as you kept your head facing forward, ignoring the heat to your face. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He glanced down at you. He smiled, encasing your hand in his own.

-Glitch1d

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thebucketpail · 1 year

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A little blurb based on this thought that I had

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 1

Pt. 2 Ao3

This is not ideal. Danny thought deftly as he stared in shock at the absolutely massive problem he had just created for himself. He blinked slowly, trying to bring his brain back to speed. Definitely not Ideal.

Not even one week in Gotham, that was all it took to make such a big mess, thank you very much Fenton Luck. Danny had been accepted into Gotham U, having qualified for practically a full ride scholarship, and started next week. He had been in town to get settled for about three days when he was walking back to his apartment from a nearby Batburger.

Unfortunately a certain clown mistook him for a Wayne and well… yeah, he needed help with this.

“Hey Danny what’s up?” Sam’s voice rang as the call finally connected.

“Sam I think I have a problem,”

“What? Your roommate’s too Hot?΅ she joked

“No- no it's not my roommate-” he squeaked out. Shit how would he explain this? Logically Sam would be perfectly normal about it, probably even ecstatic, considering he did just-

“I killed the Joker” Danny blurted plowing past the sputtering noises coming from the other end of the line, “I didn’t mean to, i was just walking back to my apartment and he jumped out of an alley and tried to kidnap me, and you know I hate clowns and he caught me off guard, and well humans are a lot more squishy than ghosts and I think I used a bit too much force, but yeah.” he paused for a breath, “I killed the Joker, At least I think it's him. Ancients, Sam the bats are gonna kill me for this”

The tinny laughter he got in reply did nothing to calm Danny’s fraying nerves.

“Sam don’t laugh what am I meant to do?’’ He hissed

It took a few more moments for Sam to collect herself before she responded. “I’m sorry Danny, that's just so you of you to manage killing the Joker your first week in Gotham. Holdup, I'm gonna get Tuck real quick.”

As the sound of shuffling and footsteps filled the receiver, Danny tried calming down. Breathing deeply he walked over to examine the body. Yep, he thought, definitely the Joker, that pasty face and greasy green hair were hard to mistake, even for a non-Gothamite. Danny wrinkled his nose at the acrid stench rising from the smoking crater in the clown’s gut. You can never be too sure though, so Danny reached over to check for a pulse. Nothing.

The distant bickering died down as Tucker’s voice rang from Danny’s phone.

“Duuue, did you really?”

Danny took a shaky breath, raising the device back to his face, “Y-Yeah, he’s dead,” God please don’t let him come back to haunt me. ”Tuck what do I do?”

“Honestly man, I think you should just leave him, someone will find him eventually,” Tuck replied, the nonchalance oozing through his voice.

“I don’t know, I feel like we should tell someone or something-”

“Holy Shit!” Danny froze at the new voice coming from behind him. “Is that really him?” Red Hood asked incredulously. Ancients that's THE RED HOOD. Danny is so double dead.

“Tuck, I think someone found out,” he whispered into the mic, not taking his eyes off the imposing Figure that was the literal RED HOOD.

“It’s probably fine,” but Danny cut him off with a strangled yelp as Red Hood turned to face him Muscles tensing, shifting from shock to Ancients Danny hoped that rage wasn’t directed at him. That hope slowly dwindled as the vigilante stalked toward him, hand drifting toward the holster at his hip. Danny gulped.

“Did you do this?!” Hood seethed, and Yup Danny was going to die again today. What should he say? ‘Yes mr red hood sir I killed the Joker please don’t kill me’ no, no he should not say that. So he settled to let out a strangled squeak and a small nod.

Danny couldn’t breath as Hood crouched to assess the body. I didn’t breathe when Hood stared him down. No Danny didn’t even breathe when a distorted laugh rang through the air, or when Tucker and Sam anxiously screamed at Danny to respond.

“I Can’t believe the Fucker’s finally dead,” Hood breathed, kicking the dead clown for good measure. “What’s your Name Kid?”

Finally Danny let a relieved sigh escape his lips, he Probably wouldn’t die again tonight.

“Um, Danny?” he said tentatively, his voice rising toward the end making it sound more like a question. Hood just laughed more.

“Well Danny, do you like burgers? I've got to thank you somehow.” Dany was in shock. What. the actual. Hell. slowly he nodded because what else was he supposed to do when RED freaking HOOD offered him food for killing a literal terrorist on accident. “Good, I have to make a few quick calls but don’t go anywhere.” and he walked a few paces away, leaving Danny in Shock and confusion.

Slowly he raised the forgotten phone to his ear. “Uuuuh Guys…” he waited a moment for the yelling to die down before continuing, yeah, this might be interesting.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #red hood #danny killed the joker #it was an accident okay #he forgot humans are squishy #oh god is hood going to kill him?#nope just take him for bugers and a milkshake #buckets writes things?

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wynnyfryd · 2 months

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Trailer park Steve AU pt. 55 (12.2)

part 1 | part 54 | ao3

A cop picks him up just outside Dinwiddie, two and a half miles from where he left his car on the side of the road. She’s plump and squat, with red hair and a midwestern accent, like Mrs. Henderson if she grew up in Minnesota.

“Wisconsin,” she corrects. “Hop in, I’ll take you to Lorraine’s.”

“Thanks, Officer…?”

“Greene.”

Steve accepts the offer because his fingertips are so cold they’re starting to burn through his leather gloves, and as she drives them to the diner in town he explains the flat tire — debris flying off an eighteen wheeler, a crazy loud clang followed by a flapping thud-thud-thud, the smell of burnt rubber as he eased onto the shoulder only to remember that he never replaced his busted tire jack.

“Coulda been worse,” Officer Greene shrugs, looking at him with a small grin and tapping a gloved finger against her temple. “Coulda hit ya in the noggin.”

“True," Steve chuckles, "could’ve gone four for four on the concussions.” He has to cover his laugh with a fake cough because he gets a flash of concerned crazy eyes in response, which is pretty fair, actually. Sometimes he forgets the details of his life all sound insane. “Uh. Sports," he amends. "I play— yeah.”

The rest of the drive is quiet. Steve watches the woods, the shadows reaching like blunt fingers over the hills, and the snow turns to freezing rain and pools in all the potholes as they splash down the sad main street, past a junkyard and an old schoolhouse, past boarded-up windows and short, stubby buildings full of failing small businesses. Lorraine’s is a hole in the wall at the end of a neglected strip, half the bulbs on the sign blown out so it just reads Rain’s in flickering yellow light, and Steve thinks that's fitting because this place is shit. This place is shit, and he feels like shit, and he’s going to have to drive home to his shitty trailer and see Eddie’s van parked across the street or maybe it still won't be there at all and he— he fucking—

"Easy," Officer Greene says. "You'll chew a hole through your lip doin' that." She parks the car and turns to him, squinting. "You okay?"

Steve pinches the end of his nose.

In the diner, she slides into the booth opposite him and insists on buying him coffee and a short stack, because, "Well, no offense, young man, but you seem like you may be goin' through it a bit."

Steve winces over his coffee, cradling the warm cup with both hands. “Yeah, well,” he sniffs, “my, uh…" Your what, exactly? "I got dumped.”

He doesn’t know why he gives her the details — the empty bed, the sticky note. Sorry. Something in her eyes makes him feel like he can trust her, and when they finish their meal she reaches over and lays a hand over his. Tells him it sounds like he’s got a lot of other people who love him; tells him he should think about giving one of them a call.

With a lump in his throat and fresh tears in his lashes, he fishes quarters from his pocket and trudges over to the phone. Dials one of the few numbers he knows by heart.

“Hello,” Claudia greets, “Henderson residence.”

A truly ugly noise escapes him, wet and thick with phlegm.

“Hello?” she tries again. "Dusty, is that you? Are you okay?"

Steve’s not about to cry where all the waitresses can see. “Hey, Ma,” he croaks when he feels like he can breathe. “It's Steve. Can I... do you mind if I stay with you for a bit?”

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part 56

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ruh--roh-raggy · 6 months

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Home Sweet Home (William Afton x Wife! Reader) - Pt. 1

Hello hello! So, I'm fully insane about this man rn. I can't help it. The brain rot has taken over my life and here we are lol. I wanted to write something that really focuses on the domestic fluff side of Reader's life with William, of course there will be some smut thrown in there too because I simply can't help myself 😂😂 Reader and William have just bought their first house together. This story follows their week long escapade of unpacking, making their home perfect, and going down memory lane. Lots of super cute stuff, chapters containing smut will be updated with proper warnings. If you enjoy this story and would like to be added to the tag list, please let me know!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, MDNI, 18+ CONTENT AHEAD, smut marked with divider, age gap (reader in 30's William in 40's/50's), some swearing, face sitting, cockwarming, size kink, a singular (1) spank to readers ass, slightly dom! William, praise, Will just wants to give his wife some tender TLC after a long day of lugging boxes around (if I missed any please let me know!

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Word Count: 3,538

Part 2

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“I want to paint the living room green, I think it would look nice with our couch.” William drove down the road, a soft smile on his face as he listened to you ramble on about all of your plans for their new house. Business at the pizzeria had skyrocketed, which meant that he could finally give his pretty little wife the front porch, white picket fence house of her dreams. You should be pulling in about a half hour before the moving truck is scheduled to arrive, allowing the two of you time to empty out his trunk. You stood at his side with a giddy smile on your face, William thumbing through his key ring to find the new shiny gold addition to his collection. He slides the key into the lock, chuckling at your excited squeals as he pushes the door open. He grabs you by the wrist, stopping you from running inside ahead of him.

“Isn’t there some old wives tale about carrying your wife over the threshold of a house?” He mumbles out the vague details he could remember. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck with a giggle.

“It’s for good luck. Why? Do you want to carry me inside?” You smile coyly up at him.

“Well I’m not going to be the one bringing bad luck into our house.” He proclaims proudly, jabbing a finger into his chest. You let out a shriek as he scoops you up in his strong arms. You press a kiss to his scruffy cheek as you pass through the door. “Well, Mrs. Afton, welcome home.” He smiles down at you.

You spun around the empty living room floor, broom in hand as you did a quick sweep before the furniture got brought in. “Oh, Will, I'm so happy. Our own house.” You beam up at him. Your husband breathes out a chuckle, sweeping you up in his arms as he places a kiss to your forehead. Both of your attention was drawn to the windows as the moving truck rumbled into the driveway.

“Don't lift anything too heavy.” He orders with a firm point of his finger. “I hired movers so you don't have to struggle, if I see you doing too much you're going to be in big trouble later bunny.” You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around him as you place a kiss to his chest.

“I promise I won't work too hard.” You fidget with the hem of his shirt. “I just want everything to be perfect.” You sigh with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

“I promise it will be, we have the whole week to get everything exactly how you want it.” He smiles, his thumb rubbing languidly across your waist. You excitedly threw open the front door, directing the movers inside before clamoring out to the truck yourself. William trailed after you, keeping a close eye on your excited figure. Your husband loved how passionate you were about everything you did, but you also had a tendency to overwork yourself. He sighs as he sees you struggling with a box, gently taking it from your hands and propping it against his hip. He glances around the trailer. “Here.” He nudges a box with his foot, one he had made a subtle marking on to signify it was one he packed light enough for you to easily carry. “Take that one, we’ll go put these in the bedroom.” He hops down from the back of the truck, taking your box from you and wrapping his hands around your waist to lower you safely to the ground. You practically skipped up the porch steps, scooting past the movers as you raced up to the master bedroom. Your mattress sat in the middle of the room. The white, sheetless bed was a stark contrast to the nearly black hardwood.

“We’ll need to go get a bed frame.” You sigh, setting down the box before collapsing on the mattress. William groans as he lays down by your side.

“I’m sure we’re going to have to get a lot of things.” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him. “We’ll take care of everything, doll, don’t worry.” You spent the rest of the afternoon sliding furniture around downstairs while the movers brought in the rest of the boxes. The sun had already set by the time everything was brought in. You collapsed onto the couch with a tired groan, finally kicking your shoes off as you sank into the worn leather of the cushions. William sits beside you, lifting your feet only to drop them back in his lap. You let out a pleased hum as you feel his strong hands knead into your aching muscles. “Day one is officially over.” The two of you exchange a sleepy high five. A soft smile spreads across your lips as you take a moment to look at your husband. His gold, wire framed aviators sitting low on his nose, his large calloused hands massaging your feet with the utmost care and delicacy. You were William’s entire world.

“Honey,” he perks up at your soft voice, calling out to him, “how about I throw something together for dinner so we can get to bed.”

“I don’t think we have any groceries bunny.” He rebuttals with a chuckle. “Are you up for a drive? We could go pick up some pizza.”

“But it’s so cold.” You pout.

“I’ll go grab you one of my coats, sweet girl.” He cups your cheek, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he passes by you. You let out a soft hum as you buried your face into the soft fabric of your husband's coat, the comforting smell of his spicy, musky cologne, machine oil, and cigarettes filling your nose. He had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, allowing you to cuddle into his side as he drove up twisting back roads. The radio crackled softly, whatever song was playing was barely audible over the car's loud blower. You rested your hand on his thigh, William glancing down quickly, the sight of your wedding ring glinting in the soft light bringing a smile to his lips. He loved the fact that you were all his, his pretty wife, his little bunny. He loved how sweet and delicate you were. He had been hardened by years of working in his workshop and other strenuous jobs he had throughout his life, he barely registered this evening was brisk let alone cold. But he definitely wouldn't complain about you cuddling into his side for warmth, how your cheeks and the tip of your nose dusted pink from the chilly night air, how your fingers trembled as you tucked them under his thigh. He shuddered softly as you pressed your lips to his neck, the buzzing, yellow light from the pizza shop's sign illuminating the cab as you and your husband exchanged a look filled with need.

“Hurry back.” You shoot him a coy smile as he stumbles from the car.

The smell of warm crust and greasy pepperoni filled the car, the pizza nicely heating your lap. William’s arm draped over your shoulder, you allowed the rumbling car ride to rock you into his side. Your eyelids grow heavy as you try to keep yourself awake, a sleepy smile crawling across your features as you pull into the driveway. You sighed as you looked around at the mess of moving boxes, your dining table tucked away into a corner that would be too much work to get to. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch doll, I’ll be right back.” William’s hand quickly slips into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as he passes by. You flop back into the cushions, letting the pizza box rest next to you. Even with the short amount of time you’ve spent in the house you could tell how different it was from your old apartment. You and William had moved to the middle of the woods in Hurricane, your nearest neighbor at least ten minutes down the road. There were no sounds of your neighbors talking quietly through the walls, no footsteps of the dog that lived upstairs. The house was completely silent, outside completely pitch black. You jumped as William’s feet started to thud down the stairs. He pushes into the living room with a groan, dragging your mattress behind him. He drops the bed in the middle of the floor with a dull thump, twisting side to side in order to stretch out his back. “I’ll go grab some pillows and blankets.” He smiles at you.

“It’s just like our honeymoon.” You laugh as he pulls you up from the couch. He tilts your chin up with his finger, capturing your lips with his.

“Oh, trust me,” he starts in a sultry tone, “I wish I could spend this entire week in bed with you.” You dropped down onto the mattress, a soft sigh falling from your lips as he massages your shoulders. You smile at him as you watch him disappear upstairs, returning a few minutes later with a box full of your bedding and some pillows. Deciding you weren’t up for the challenge you left the sheets in the box. You piled your comforter and a few throw blankets onto the bed, you crawled in before your husband joined you with the pizza. You two sit side by side, your head falling to rest against his shoulder.

“It’s no Freddy’s.” You grumble at your lackluster pizza. William chuckles in response to your pouting.

“How about we swing by and see Henry tomorrow, I’m sure I can sneak you a piece.” He winks with a lopsided grin.

“That sounds perfect.” The two of you chat quietly as you eat your dinner. Your new house feels too big for just the two of you. You laid on your back, staring at the exposed wood ceiling, you blinked a few times to adjust to the all consuming darkness after William had turned off the light. You felt the blankets shift as he crawled into bed next to you. His silhouette outlined by the soft, pale light of the moon that streamed through the window.

“We should get a dog.” He suddenly whispers, making you giggle. “I don’t want you to get scared all by yourself.” He teases.

“Maybe that’ll get you out of that workshop earlier.” He playfully rolls his eyes as he wraps an arm around your waist.

“You know, there’s nothing stopping you from coming to visit me.” He argues with a slight shrug.

“Except that everytime I do I end up sprawled naked on your workbench.” You smirk at him, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the soft material of his tshirt.

“Occupational hazard.” He responds quickly. You both laugh as you cuddle into his chest. He cards his fingers through your hair, his lingering gaze studying your features. “You’re so beautiful, bunny.” Your eyes flutter shut as his lips brush over yours.

His hand paws at your thigh, dragging your leg over his waist as he crushes you against him. You cup his face, deepening the kiss, his beard tickling your palm as you melt into him. Your legs lock around his waist as he rolls on top of you. His large, calloused hands wrap around your sides, pushing your hoodie up and over your head in one swift motion before his lips connect with yours again. You shivered slightly as the cold night air hit your naked body. He practically purrs at the sight of you, his lips hovering over your neck. Your fingers slid into his hair, a small squeal escaping your lips as he bit down hard on your sensitive skin. You bite your lip, letting out a soft hum as he pushes his hips into you, his already growing bulge noticeable through your thin shorts. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me today, could you rabbit?” He smirks against your skin. You practically drooled over the sight earlier. William had a box resting on each shoulder, his skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. He paused as he caught sight of you leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest as your eyes raked over him. He smirked, knowing that playful glint in your eye. He smiled as he noticed your cheeks reddening from your position laying below him. He hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts, placing featherlike kisses down your stomach as he eases them down your legs. You moan softly as you feel him nip at the skin of the inside of your thighs. Your back arches off the bed as he brushes his thumb over your sensitive clit, a broken moan leaving your lips. With how busy you had both been due to the move it had been a while since the two of you had been intimate. Your skin was already on fire from the small touch alone, William smirked as he watched your reaction closely. Your hands fisted in the blankets as he tossed your legs over his shoulders, his hot breath bouncing off your already soaked core. His arms slip around your hips, holding you firmly in place as he dove into hungrily lap at your folds. You moan out his name, already attempting to squirm away from his assault. He growls, dragging you closer to him. His fingers dig into your thighs with a bruising force, sure to leave marks behind. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue swirls around your clit through your lace panties. He ate you out like a man starved, your soft gasps and quiet moans echoing in the empty room. You whined, tugging on his hair. “What’s the matter bunny?” He pushes your panties out of the way with his fingers, his skin growing slick with your arousal.

“I need you.” You whined, looking down at him with pleading, teary eyes. William gives in immediately with a soft chuckle, never one to deny you what you wanted. He tugs down your panties, placing soft kisses to your legs as he removes your final article of clothing at an agonizingly slow pace. He slides an arm under your back, pulling you on top of him as he collapses into the mattress. Your hands landed on either side of his head as you lost your balance, you blushed as you realized you were sitting on his broad, strong chest. He brushes your hair behind your ear before both of his hands wrap around your thighs.

“Come sit, bunny.” He coos, your face burning at his casual command. William absolutely loved whenever you sat on his face. However, he was well aware he would have to warm you up to the idea whenever he suggested it. You were always worried you were too heavy, you hadn't shaved, or you hadn't showered, and your husband always reassured you that none of those things were going to pose any problems for him. His beard tickled the inside of your thighs as you hovered over his eager mouth. His hands squeezed at your hips, groaning as your soft skin squished between his fingers. You cry out as he pushes you down onto him, his tongue lapping at your clit before he shoves his way in between your folds.

“Oh, fuck! Will!” You moan, your hips moving on their own. You let out a soft sob everytime his nose bumps against your clit. He growls, pressing hard into your hips as you try to wiggle away, his assault on your already sensitive cunt threatening to push you over the edge mere minutes after he starts. “Baby, it's too much.” Your voice shook as you tried to plead with him, years slipping from your damp eyes onto your cheeks as the coil of pleasure in your core wound tighter. William’s eyes were hazy as they met yours, his face smothered in your thighs as he greedily sucked your clit into his mouth. You tug his hair, making you groan against him. “I'm gonna cum.” It was all too much for you to handle, your body losing its rhythm as your climax threatened to rip through you. William let out an affirmative hum below you, knowing you were close by the slowing of your movements. He decides it's time for him to take over, determined to make you cum on his tongue. His fingers dig into the curve of your ass as he gradually increases the pace of your hips. You yelped as one of his hands suddenly connects with your skin, the mixture of pleasure and slight pain causing your soaked cunt to throb. Broken moans and whines rumbled effortlessly from your mouth, the fine tuned roaming of his hands paired with his expert tongue knowing just how you wanted to be touched to fall apart in his hands. William never got tired of making you finish. The way you would fall absolutely silent and still for a moment, mouth hanging open as no sound dared escape, your body taking time to catch up to the immense pleasure you were feeling. Now was no different. William felt his cock twitch at the sight of your eyes rolling back in your head, that brief moment of absolute silence making his ears ring before you screamed his name. He forced your hips to keep moving, never allowing your pace to slow as he felt your thighs shaking against his cheeks. You practically collapsed as he finally pulled his mouth off of you, a firm hand on your lower back keeping you upright as you shakily moved yourself back onto his chest. William reaches up to caress your cheek, wiping away tears that streaked down your skin. Your eyes felt heavy, you struggled to keep them open and on your husband as you came down from your high.

“Do you want to lay down?” He asks in a soft tone. You nod, collapsing into the mattress with a happy sigh. You hear the soft shuffling of William getting undressed before he gets under the blankets with a groan. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as he moved closer, his fingers ghosting over your waist before your pulled back against him. You can't help but giggle slightly as you feel his erection pressed firmly against your back.

“You want some help with that?” You press yourself into him, his breath catching in his throat at the contact as he tries to stifle a growl.

“You can't even keep your eyes open bunny.” He chuckles, you smile as you feel it rumble in his chest. You let out a dismissive sound, giving him a slight shrug. “How about we compromise?” You glance over your shoulder at him, curiously raising an eyebrow. Your eyes slide shut, letting out a soft hum as you feel his rough hands roaming over your skin. His fingers dip in between your thighs, gently coaxing them apart. You gasp as you feel his member prod at your entrance. “I could always fill you up before we go to bed.” He offers with a smirk, your face instantly flushing at the thought of cuddling up with your husband, trying not to squirm too much as he impaled you on his thick cock. You give him a nervous yet excited nod, the sight of you looking at him so sweetly as you chewed on your lip making it hard for him to not flip you over and pound you into the mattress. William assisted you holding your legs open, one massive paw wrapped around your thigh to allow him room to attempt to fit inside of you. You gripped tightly onto the sheets as he slowly began to push inside, the stretch from making it barely past his tip intense due to the lack of prep. “That's it sweetheart, just relax.” He purrs in your ear, pressing his lips to your shoulder. Another roll of his hips makes you whimper, feeling him slip slightly deeper into your fluttering cunt.

“Fuck, ‘s too big, ‘s not going to fit.” Your words slut as you tried to focus enough to speak. His pace was agonizing, you could feel every inch of him and every thick vein sliding over your velvety walls. You let out a shuddering breath as he finally bottoms out in you, the tip of his cock pressed snugly against your cervix. You felt like you would break in half at the smallest wrong move, even your slight shifting as you cuddled up with William had the edges of your vision going fuzzy.

“Such a good bunny, taking all of me so well.” His lips trail over your neck, you feel him smirk as you clench around him, repeatedly kissing and teasing what he knew was a rather sensitive spot of skin.

Your fingers intertwined with his, his strong arms wrapped protectively around as you're held flush to his chest.

“I love you.” You say quietly, feeling sleep trying it's hardest to pull you under. He gives your hand a soft squeeze.

“And I love you, sweet girl.”

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crybabycrry · 24 days

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☆loser!ellie hcs pt.6☆

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

warnings: modern au, loser!ellie, fluff, slightly suggestive🔥(not really🤥), established relationship r n ellie, not explicit whether the r is fem or masc, all of these are just self inserts, some silly and random, the last one is a little not.., anyway…i think that’s it? yeah?

note: was feeling silly(literally everyday)lately and cooked these up

daily clicks. don’t buy tlou. read this. and this. help palestine

☆ ellie loves little intimate moments between the two of you, and they don’t even have to be like 😈, just like a kiss, or holding hands, cuddling, doing things together. it just makes her feel closer to you, and love you even more then she already does if that’s eve possible tho??

☆ i’ve talked about this before but, i saw this pin in a thrift store a little while ago and it was an ‘i ❤️ my gf’ pin and i just know if ellie got her fingers on that she’s pinning it onto her bag or jacket and walk around with it high and proud.

☆ ELLIE WOULD DEFINITELY SING ‘my kind of woman’ by Mac deMarco TO YOU. OMGGGGGG do I even need to say anything else she just loves you so very much that she can’t even put in words so she sings you that song and GHDHDBB

☆ ellie loves hugging, like she might actually die if doesn’t get to hug you every time she sees you. it’s really cute too, because like, idk, but i just need her to hug me. and the hug won’t be too tight like a normal hug, but she’ll hold you for so long omgggg. the two of you could be somewhere like a party and she hug you and not let you go until she thinks she’s had enough hugging(literally never) and she’ll just wobble side to side, slowly and, UGHHHHHH

☆ ellie loves to lay on top of you, specifically on your back. like you could be laying down on the bed or the couch and ellie would just lay on top of you. and maybe some humping no because who wrote that👀🤷‍♀️😅.

☆ i feel like ellie loves yelp, she loves to leave a good(not always) review of a restaurant or wherever she was. and she’s just be so brutally honest that it might even come of as rude, but it’s okay because she’s just a girl🎀

☆ definitely sends you these through out the day or just when she’s feelin extra silly and goofy🤪😜😝

☆ i just know ellie loves to play indie horror games. like they’re so fun and scary. and she could be like playing them, with you right next to her and she’ll say “this isn’t even scary” and then next jump scare she screams like she’s being stabbed to death😹

☆ yk that fairy trend on tiktok from like a million years ago, where you pretend to fly like a fairy but like only show your feet. i can 💯% see ellie doing that. like she’ll have a whole ass secret fairy acc and everything. she was a fairy🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️ yk what I’m talking abt??

☆ personally i can see ellie working at like best buy or the home depo, wearing one of those vests with her name on it, and it’s so cutee. like one day you just came in looking for something and went up to ellie for some help and she helps you because obv like your so hot who wouldn’t??? and then would spent an hour explaining something to you…🤤🤤in her soft raspy Ellie voice🥵🥵😼

☆ I feel like Ellie definitely does the dad pose without knowing she’s doing it

☆ ellie definitely film’s little blog of what she is doing and sends them to you. she probably used to make them on snapchat when she was younger and they have her baby voice and she cringes at herself but you find it very cute🫶

☆ prefers tap water over filtered water.

☆ takes screenshots of things she thinks she’s going to need in the future/or needs to remember and just forgets abt them and then complains abt not having any storage on her phone.

☆ HEAR ME OUT OKAY HEAR ME OUTTT🙏🙏🙏 i feel like ellie definitely has some CRAZY hear me outs… like ummm the green and the brown m&ms, uhh wtv her name is, nala, mrs. potts from beauty and the beast(1991)………., this girl also dk her name, the tooth fairy for the rise of the guardians.., lola from the shark tale… dick me down no who said that???😅😰 ANYWAY ummm that was definitely not me speaking… i have more, BUT i going to stop RIGHT here for your own safety..

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Rockets Pointed Up at the Stars (Pt 1/2)

Inspired by this braindead rejected soulmates au post by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2. More art at the end!

Part II

Tim slumped down on the edge of an apartment building, leaning his weight against the rooftop’s fence. The alleyways below were deserted, criminals retreating to get a couple hours of sleep before sunrise. A perfect setting to catch a breather before ending his patrol for the night.

The Red Robin suit still felt wrong on him. He thought waiting a week to get accustomed to it would help, but he might have made a mistake when he tried to adjust it to be as close to his Robin uniform as possible without it being obvious. He’d have to remember to alter it further the next time he got the chance, to see if wearing something entirely different would finally make him stop checking the shadows for Bruce. Patrolling Gotham alone felt too much like admitting he was really gone.

Just as he was about to move on, the rooftop access door slammed open.

Tim nearly jumped out of his skin as he whirled around, ready to either apologize, attack, or flee, when he met familiar glowing green eyes.

Subconsciously, he let himself breathe easy as he took in the other’s appearance.

Phantom was an anomaly at the best of times. A phantom thief by definition, the criminal had simply appeared one day to cause chaos—lingering only to taunt his pursuers as he made a daring escape with whatever priceless treasure of the month. His motives were unknown, as was virtually anything about him besides his calling card (a green sticky note with nothing but ‘BOO’ written in permanent black marker), appearance, and a meta ability to phase through objects.

Of course, one couldn’t be a phantom thief without a detective rival (or so the thief in question claimed). For some reason, Phantom had outright declared not Batman, but Robin for the role. Tim couldn’t count how many sleepless nights were spent chasing after him, face red from a mixture of exertion and embarrassment. Because it wasn’t enough for the admittedly good-looking criminal roughly his age to run circles around him. No, the jerk had to go out of his way to flirt with him the whole time.

He hadn’t even thought about how Phantom would react to there being a new Robin. But looking at him now, a small part of Tim couldn’t help but feel selfishly glad. From what he could see of the furious expression on his shadowed face and glowing eyes, it wasn’t hard to see that Phantom was taking the change about as well as Tim was.

“I leave for two weeks, and suddenly there’s a new Batman and Robin?! What the fuck, Detective—you’d think to at least have the decency to tell a guy, but nooo, I had to find out through goddamn Victor Fries!”

Tim blinked, “Didn’t Mr. Freeze retire after someone brought his wife back?”

Phantom paused his fury, shrugging a bit. “Nora keeps track of everything happening in Gotham in case something her husband did to save her comes back to bite them.”

“Huh.”

“Anyway! It took me going after Victor to ask why there was a new Robin for me to hear that the actual Batman was dead, Gotham went berserk for a while as every other guy tried to take up the position, and somewhere along the lines you got the grand idea to add ‘red’ to your name! Which makes no sense, since you practically lived for that mantle and I would’ve bet that you’d take it past the grave if given the chance.”

Tim winced. As per usual, Phantom’s words hit home in more ways than intended.

The thief stopped short, the glowing of his eyes intensifying as he looked over Tim’s new identity. Tim didn’t move as soundless footsteps strode forward, not even pausing as Phantom phased through the chain link fence to sit a couple feet away from him.

He could count on one hand the number of times Phantom had done this. One second they’d be exchanging insults, and then suddenly the criminal would stop and stare, feeling like he was gazing into the depths of Tim’s very soul. Each time, he called off their chase, insisting that Tim take a break and talk to someone about whatever was troubling him. It was uncanny how he could somehow tell when Tim’s negative feelings were overwhelming his rational thought—Batman himself would use Phantom encounters to measure Tim’s wellbeing at times.

Looking back, it was odd how Phantom would insert himself into every aspect of Robin’s life, but back off the second he sensed something was wrong. He’d call attention to whenever Tim was particularly anxious, once even physically dragging Bruce over to ‘talk to your son when he’s sad’, but never offer any comfort himself. But here they were, Phantom obviously seeing something Tim could never hope to conceal, with no Bruce nearby to summon and make things better.

Tim’s throat clogged at the reminder of yet another little thing Bruce might never get to do again. He couldn’t be dead, not with how many times Tim checked the body and struggled to recognize the man who’d become like a father to him.

“...I…I know we’re not exactly friends, Detective. But if you need to get something off your chest, I swear to never use it against you.” Phantom fidgeted with his cloak. From this close a distance, Tim could see the faint glimmer of sparkling purple constellations embroidered on the inside. For some reason, the sight of the soft fabric never failed to calm his nerves.

(It reminded him of a time long ago, when he held a gel ink pen and asked a mystery person to quit whatever they were doing that left his arms covered in star charts that didn’t match anything in the Earth’s night sky.)

He didn’t dare force himself to speak, for fear he might break this tentative peace. Thankfully, Phantom seemed to be taking initiative that night.

“...did you know that I used to be a teen hero?”

Tim’s head jerked upright, meeting Phantom’s eyes. It was impossible to tell exactly what expression he was making behind the mask, but he got a sense of bitter nostalgia. “You never talk about your past.”

A scoff, “Yeah, ‘cause it’s depressing as fuck. Not exactly the sort of thing you can talk about causally.”

He chewed his lip, thinking. “Your suit…minus the cloak, it looks reminiscent of a uniform.”

Phantom fiddled with a cylinder hooked on his belt. It was the only piece of tech visible on his person, a modified soup thermos that somehow served as a near infinite item storage. Impressive, if not odd.

“Yeah, the cloak is more of a blanket than anything else. I added it on when I got tired of looking at the same clothes I used to save my hometown in. It…I didn’t become a hero for fame. It was more trouble than it was worth, honestly. You guys nowadays have so much better support systems than when I was in the business. Makes me wonder if…” he trailed off.

“...why’d you stop?” Tim asked gently, more than willing to throw himself into this new mystery now that he knew it was there.

“It was too much. Everyone wanted me gone, even the people I was protecting. I was hated for my powers, for not always being on the scene when I was needed, for not ending fights faster and for the property damage my villains caused. I didn’t live in a place with metahuman protection laws. The few people that knew my secret identity got tired of superhero life and ditched the first chance they got.” He sighed, “I was hurting, and was desperate for a way out.”

Tim frowned, “So you moved to Gotham and started stealing?”

Phantom snorted. “Nah, I was fucked up for a while after I ran away. It’s funny, one of my rogues was the first to track me down and drag me to a hospital to get my injuries checked. Like a dozen of them got together for an intervention, I thought I was finally losing my grip on reality. I spent a couple months recovering, then took one of them up on a suggestion to try causing trouble for a change. Not anything super bad, but…”

“...enough to feel more in control?” Tim suggested. It wasn’t uncommon for people in bad situations to commit minor crimes, both for the adrenaline and the power rush. Tim himself had once poured his whole soul into tracking and photographing Gotham’s nighttime birds. A hobby that was more than a bit cringe-worthy in hindsight, and definitely creepy considering how much effort he put into stalking his idols. Honestly his young age was the only reason he didn’t get put on a watchlist when he revealed himself to Bruce. That, and the whole I-know-your-secret-identity thing.

“Oof. Yeah, that’s a way to put it. Being hated hurt less when that’s what I was aiming for, y’know?”

Tim tilted his head. “I never hated you.”

A derisive laugh, “Uh-huh. And you loved being led on goose chases when there were more important ways to spend your time.”

“I’m serious.” Tim shifted so that he was better facing Phantom. He didn’t know why, but couldn’t stand the thought of Phantom leaving tonight convinced he was universally hated. “You only make a scene on quiet nights, and you always slowed down for me whenever I had to stop and intervene on some other crime. And you only target the private collections of rich people. Not anyone whose life would be ruined by something getting stolen. You even go out of your way to make sure the guards on duty don’t get in trouble, even when it puts you in a strategically worse position. And…”

He hesitated. Bruce wouldn’t approve…but then again, there was that weird relationship he had with Selina.

“And it was fun. To chase you. It was challenging and frustrating, but your appearance meant that there was nothing else to worry about that night. We could just run regular patrols.”

Oracle was the one to make the connection. Tim didn’t know where along the lines it became an accepted fact, only that Bruce was more comfortable about Robin patrolling alone when Phantom was making a move. A miracle considering what happened to the last one.

Phantom blinked, frowning a bit before his eyes went wide, a shaky smile forming on his lips. “Thanks…it was fun for me too. Kinda the whole reason I kept setting up scenes for Robin to find.”

Tim laughed. The sound startled both of them—he didn’t remember the last time he genuinely smiled like this. It had to be sometime before Bruce was gone, at least.

“So…” Phantom hopped down on the railing of a balcony below, balancing precariously in the way that only he could. He looked up at Tim with an easygoing smile that did little to hide the concern underneath. “As your self-proclaimed favorite rogue, wanna tell me what’s up with the sudden change?”

He shifted a bit, grin fading. “Well…Batman died. He was facing Darkseid and got hit. After the chaos died down, Nightwing took up the mantle and made Batman’s son the new Robin, to help him grieve or something.”

“I don’t know where to start with that.” Phantom adjusted his hood, briefly revealing tan skin underneath. “You sound like you didn’t have a say in it. Wasn’t Robin yours?”

Something bitter worked its way up through Tim’s chest. “It was a borrowed title anyway. I only took it up to help Batman, so it makes sense that I was dismissed—”

“No.”

“—after huh?”

Phantom strode up to him, poking a finger at his knee. “You love being Robin. You don’t have to justify losing your identity. It could’ve been taken in the name of world peace for all I care, that doesn’t make it any less shitty. You just lost someone super important to you, and your connection to them was taken because someone thought your grief was less important. I don��t care who the current one is, you are just as much Batman’s son.”

Tim couldn’t help the small sob that escaped. Or when it doubled, and tears started burning at his eyes. He rubbed at them in an attempt to stop them before they could make his mask go hot and sticky, but was startled out of it by a soft weight being thrown over him. He looked up to see Phantom leaning over him, securing the hood of his cloak over Tim’s own head.

“You looked like you needed some comfort. It’s weighted.” Phantom shrugged.

“...thanks.” Tim pulled it closer, more than happy to latch onto yet another new focus. “How do you move so easily in this? It feels like I’m being hugged by gravity.”

Phantom chuckled, and it was at that moment Tim suddenly realized the other was floating in the air over him. Since when has he been able to fly?

“I use intangibility a lot, but it’s not my only power. It felt like overkill to use more than that in my heists. So I didn’t.”

Tim groaned, “You were going easy on me this whole time?”

“Oh, definitely not. I’m sure you’ve noticed, but intangibility is arguably the most pain in the ass thing to counter. I’m being annoying on purpose.”

Phantom grinned, and Tim couldn’t help but analyze the full sight of him. Everything from his teeth to his ears was pointed, a sharp contrast to the wispy white hair that flowed smoothly in a nonexistent breeze. The most attention grabbing was a glowing green mark resembling a gash across his chest, roughly in the place where a hero would wear their logo. The sight of it made Tim’s own chest ache.

“I don’t think Batman is dead.” He said suddenly.

“What makes you say that?” Phantom asked, reclining on empty air.

It wasn’t denial, not calling him insane or lost in grief. For the first time since his fight with Dick, Tim felt as though he could breathe again. “I know it sounds crazy, there’s no proof—”

“Woah woah woah,” Phantom reached forward, gently pulling Tim’s hands away from where he had started pulling at his hair. “Slow down. Walk me through your thought process.”

“It just…it doesn’t feel right. Not that I can’t believe it if he died, but this specifically doesn’t feel right. I’d feel it if Br-Batman was dead…there was a whole cloning facility where Batman’s body was found.”

That seemed to spark interest in Phantom’s eyes. “You think the body was a clone?”

“Why would someone as powerful and precise as Darkseid drop everything and kill someone he was in the process of cloning? Why was he even trying to clone Batman specifically? We’re missing something, and I think Darkseid is using everyone’s grief to cover his plan.”

Phantom propped his chin on his hand, deep in thought. “Darkseid…I’ve heard that name before. Does he have something to do with time or space?”

Tim practically sagged in relief. “He can travel freely through both, and has a host of other abilities that give Superman a run for his money.”

He snapped his fingers, “Ah, that Darkseid! Yeah, if he wanted Bats dead there wouldn’t be a body left. I’d bet my collection he’s lost in time somewhere.”

“Thank you!” Tim gestured wildly, “You’re officially the first person to hear me out. Like, is it really so hard to believe?”

“No probs, Detect-o. It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve heard, by far.”

“Exactly,” Tim huffed, leaning back and sighing. “Now I just have to convince the Justice League so they can go back in time and grab him.”

“Why not just get him yourself?”

Tim glanced over to where Phantom hung in the sky. “Unless you’re also hiding time powers in there, we kinda need the League to get to him. Plus I don’t even know when in time he is.”

“Lucky for you, I know a guy,” Phantom grinned. “The Master of Time messaged me this mornin’, something about stopping Batman from breaking the time space continuum. It’s why I’m back in Gotham so soon.”

“You…know the Master of Time.”

“Yep!” He popped the p.

“And they messaged you.”

Phantom hummed, “You can imagine how it went when I tried to confront Batman a couple hours ago. The new Robin’s a menace, if I was any slower you’d have to deal with a Phantom shish kebab.”

Tim winced. It was never fun to be on the wrong end of Damian’s katana. Still, he focused back on the insanity at hand. “So you’re saying you can just go back and rescue Batman right now?”

“Now that I know what’s happening, yeah. Clocky probably already has a portal ready for me. Batman will be back before you can say ‘Gotham’!”

It was inconceivable. To think, the living nightmare of the past weeks would be over, just like that. His brain was screaming at him that this was some sort of cruel setup, that there was no way Phantom was telling the truth. There had to be a catch somewhere, some kind of punchline in the sick comedy that was the life of Tim Drake.

But his heart, the part of him that just wanted his dad back won out.

“What’s stopping you? You’re not usually one to wait for a window of opportunity.”

Phantom rubbed the back of his neck. “No, but I distinctly remember waiting for a certain vigilante. I was wondering if…you’d like to come with?”

Tim’s jaw dropped. “You’re inviting me, a vigilante who has attempted to arrest you dozens of times…to travel back in time to save Batman, another vigilante who has tried to put you under arrest.”

“Emphasis on tried,” Phantom joked, before turning serious. “I mean it—it’s your family. Besides, it could be fun. You come with me on a time heist, instead of sitting back here worrying your pretty head off with all the ways things could go wrong. And you get to tell everyone else ‘I told ya so’ when you save Batman on your own.”

He tried to work his mind through what Phantom was offering. To be able to fix things, maybe not go back to the way they used to be (Damian might actually kill him if he ever wore Robin again) but to have Bruce back. It wasn’t even a question.

No matter how smart Tim was, how he tried to plan things in advance the way Bruce did, he never stopped being the lonely kid who would sneak out at night to shadow his heroes. When Phantom reached out to offer a hand, Tim didn’t hesitate.

“You’re wrong, though.”

Phantom blinked, firmly gripping Tim’s hand without hurting him. “About what?”

“I wouldn’t be saving Batman on my own. We’d be doing it together.”

A fanged grin matched his own, blinding him to the swirling green portal that formed around them. Before Tim could so much as wonder if he maybe should’ve messaged someone about what he was setting off to do, they were already gone.

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This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it got a bit long so I decided to split it up.

I really love this au, but I noticed that everyone has a tendency to hone in on the angst so much that the characters behind it get a bit lost in the process. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I wanted to try my hand at writing the misunderstandings without making either of them at fault.

(Insert rant about how the whole point of soulmates is that this person is a match for you, so even if you fundamentally are not good for each other you still get where the other person is coming from. There's so much more angst potential in not being able to hate someone no matter what they do to hurt you, but I digress.)

But yeah, let the boys heal and be happy! Also this is the closest I've gotten to actually writing romance and that's not saying much XD

Here's the design I drew for Phantom Thief!Danny. Feel free to drop an ask, I'd love to ramble more about this :D

#dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc art #danny phantom #tim drake #red robin #brain dead #rejected soulmate au #danny x tim #i wrote this instead of studying for my midterm that's tomorrow #remember me fondly #my art #my fic

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⋆✮theodore nott-pt 4✮⋆

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

you were running out of concealer, and it was showing. the purplish blue bruise less inconspicuous than the day before. theo had no chill when it came to hickeys- even though you guys weren’t official yet, he saw no problem in marking you his. one could say it just happens in the moment, and honestly why would anyone blame him- especially when he had you pressed up against the wall, head tilted back, mouth parted open, eyes closed and your neck and collarbone exposed. he just can't help himself.

it was becoming a daily routine, everyday right after last period you'd walk past the same empty classroom and everyday you'd hear someone whisper your name from behind the door. not very long after you'd be unbuttoning theo's shirt while he picked you up and sat you onto a desk. your fingers would tangle between theo's fluffy curls while his lips littered kisses and hickeys. soft pants from the both of you filled the air, and your were more than glad that theo did his little magic and muffled the room's noise to the outside. the sound of theo ripping your tights made you gasp out loud as you gave theo a light smack on his shoulder, while he muttered a 'i'll buy you new ones.’ soft kisses planted into your inner thighs and as soon as he was on his knees, he got down to business- ate you out like he didn't have breakfast in the morning. euphoric- that's how you felt every single time this man was on his knees, stars were starting to form in your vision. squeezing your eyes shut, fingers gripping his hair and the edge of the desk, you reached your climax and theo was all over you again, fervent kisses with teeth clashing and soft giggles in between.

obviously you guys hadn't been caught yet, but even if you did, i doubt that it would stop the two of you. this whole thing between you and theo hadn't been out in the open yet, so every moment between you two in front of the group was seen as an interaction between two "friends". it wasn't the best thing however it wasn't the worst. the thrill of getting caught and no one knowing egged on both of your antics, but not being able to grab theo and kiss him in front of the girls that cannot keep their eyes off of him, took a lot off self control. then again having this little secret meant that no one could have a problem with it- what they didn't know couldn't hurt them right?

unsettling thoughts would cross your mind so frequently, that you found yourself asking the question 'what are we?’. not dating but talking, talking but not progressing- what the hell was going on. you wanted it to work out you really did, so why didn't he just ask you out? and just like that your wish was granted- be careful what you wish for tho.. it was romantic you'll admit it- the candle, the flowers, the chocolates, the black lake glistening in the moonlight and the warm breezy air blowing your hair. it was literally a scene out of a romcom and you felt like you would literally MELT for the man right then and there. everything was perfect- so why was there still this iffy feeling? i'll tell you why- despite all of this lovey dovey, will-you-be-my-girlfriend stuff, our man Mr Theodore Nott asked to STILL keep it a secret. now why on gods green earth would he ask that? obviously you wouldn’t let this ruin you mood, you were on cloud nine girl!! but that bridge was fast approaching, and you were gon have to cross it at some point.

months pass by, and you've both still kept it a secret, but boy has it taken a toll on your side. keeping secrets, lying, it's never been your thing and you hate doing it to the people you love and care about. was it all worth it, was it worth the lack of energy and excitement? your secret link ups with theo got more frequent over time obviously- and maybe it was just because your friends just didn't hang out with you because you'd always run off, to him, for him. your lack of energy doesn't go unnoticed, and obviously it's brought up. just not in the nicest way. you're accused of not putting any effort into the relationship, and this sets you off-you see literal red.

‘i don’t know what you’re talking about theo.’ you sigh, standing up.

‘i’m talking about the 0 effort you put into our relationship,’ he says pacing across his dorm room and rubbing his temple. ‘every time we get time alone it’s like as if you can’t wait to fucking go back to your friends or some shit, what the fuck is going on.’

‘what’s going on? what’s going on?’ you seethe, walking right up to him. ‘i’ll tell you what’s going on. it’s that i can’t take this fucking secret thing further. there i said it, i CANT do it.‘ you wave your hands up in surrender.

‘so what, that’s it?’

‘i don’t know, do you want it like that? theo we can’t even talk until we’re behind closed doors, it’s like we’re trapped. you say i put no energy and effort into this, but maybe it’s because i use it all up lying and making excuses for us. it’s not working out..’

the argument only ended with tears and slammed doors. nights that you used to smoke with theo on, turned into nights you sat by yourself, leaning your head against the window, accompanied by only your thoughts. every day going to lessons and acting normal was truly a test, especially when theo would still catch you with his longing eyes across the room. it was so hard but you couldn’t give up, you owed yourself at least that much. your heart yearned for the boy, for the way he would brush your hair out of your face, for the way he would look at you- like you were the prettiest girl in the world, for the way he’d play with your hands every time you slept. it was getting harder and harder by the day, and theo wasn’t finding it any easier. he also longed for how your fingers would play with his hair, for how your nails would scratch down his back. so it wasn’t long before the both of you snapped, and there you guys were making out in the corner of the empty corridor. your top two buttons undone and theo’s hands firmly planted at the sides of your waist, lifting your shirt up a bit as his fingers pressed into your skin. you felt his lips slowly travelling to the middle of your neck, your head leaning back against the wall to allow him as much skin as you could. his lips trailed back up again, finding your jawline as he pressed kisses along. the scene caused the majority of the students walking by, to avert their eyes and fasten their pace down the corridor.

i think it’s pretty much official now.

#i think pt 4’s come to a natural ending.. right.. #id like to confirm that there will not be a pt 5 xoxo #because i genuinely would not know what to write, but hopefully you guys enjoyed the (very unplanned) series♡ #lots of love xoxo

taglist: @iamgayforyourmom1510 @lovelyygirl8

#slytherin #slytherin boys #theodore nott #theo nott smut #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott smut #theodore x reader #theodore nott x reader #theo nott imagine #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x slytherin!reader

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radiopixelctive · 6 months

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What does The Crumbling Tower of Pizza look like in Spice'd?

#pizza tower spice'd #pizza tower au #pierrot mozzarella #SpiceGal (pts)#Sam the Hamster (pts)#Giovanni (pts)#mr. Green (pts)#Fierrot (pts)#Neddy (pts)#Nelly (pts)#The Impartial (pts)#PurpleBell (pts)#George the janitor (pts)#shitpost #and don't tell me there's too much people #there is the same number as in the original but only 2 more people have been added (if not counting the toppins)

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purple-goo-writes · 6 months

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Punk Hazard pt 2

Part 1

"Clocky...what's wrong with me? What did they do to me?" It hurt so much, so much. Something was wrong! Wrong Wrong Wrong WRong! "I do not know Daniel...but you can not stay here any longer."

Danny, now Punk Hazard, was not expecting to be sitting in a safe house, what looked to be a refurbished warehouse, and to be fussed over by various of the older members of the Rogues as Captain Cold called them upon introducing them to Punk. Yet, here he was sitting on the couch as James, who was apparently the Former Trickster, fussed over him while Captain Cold, or Leonard Snart as he was told to call him, bustled around the kitchen with Heatwave. Killer Frost had dipped after they escaped the heroes and Mr. Snart talked about introducing him to the Rogues. Maybe he should have done the same. But, Mr. Snart had promised him non-reanimated food.

Though he had looked rather concerned when Punk asked if it was going to try and eat him. Apparently food didn't do that here. Good to know.

James seemed content to know that his scars while glowing an eerie green/blue weren't hurting him and that he had no injuries after his tussle with the Flashes. Glider was amused when Punk commented that James was rather motherly for a former villain, "Yeah, he's just like that. Think fussing over us keeps him from relapsing at times."

"Definitely not used to an adult caring for me...Usually, they want to rip me apart molecule by molecule." Punk commented only to blink in confusion as the warehouse went silent, even the kitchen was silent as Heatwave and Leonard stopped to stare at him. "Guessing that's not normal?"

James made a strangled noise while Glider pats his shoulder to calm the man down, "No?!? Who does that to a kid?!" "I think you need to start from the beginning, kid," Captain Cold sighed as he handed the mixing bowl to Mick. He probably shouldn't be holding anything for this.

Twenty minutes later, Leonard wondered if Barry would forgive him if he froze a few government facilities solid. Probably, the guy was just as soft-hearted as he was when it came to kids. "Okay, let me get this straight...see if I have all the facts.." "...Pretty sure chair arms aren't supposed to bend that way."

"Your parents were mad scientists and worked with an evil government agency-"

"Not necessarily mad-"

"Found out you were a meta-"

"Technically I wasn't-"

"And decided to work with said government agency to rip you apart and find out how you tick-"

"Viviscected is the correct term for it."

"Along with other experiments which fucked with your biology and powers even more. And now you are on the run after ransacking their labs."

"Yeah pretty much.."

"Right you are one of ours now-"

"I'm not sure that's how adoption works-"

"Do you need a new name? I think you need a new name. Not just your rogue tag."

"He's not listening is he?"

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc au #punk hazard #punk villain danny au #so this was supposed to lead to him meeting the yj #but Leonard took over #dad! leonard snart #danny is so adopted nw

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albatmobile · 1 month

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parent teacher conferences and other places to meet a pornstar pt. 2

[1] [2] coming soon: [3] [4] || ao3

𓅪 Rated: E | 8k includes: cam girl AU, teacher AU, masturbation, public sex, caught, fingering, voyeurism, come swallowing, facial, deep throating misunderstandings, confessions

𓅪 cam girl fem!reader x jason todd, cam girl fem!reader x roy harper, cam girl fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

After your wild night out, you’re not expecting to be approached by Roy- Mr. Harper, you correct yourself.

“It doesn’t feel right with me knowing,” He paces into your classroom as soon as you open the door for him.

“Well, hello to you too, Mr. Harper,” You rub at your temple, feeling a headache stirring.

You follow behind his quick gate, stopping yourself just barely from laughing as he plops into the small kid chair that sits in front of your desk. You move to sit behind your desk, noting how you’re suddenly an inch or so taller than him in your position.

You’re wearing a tight, white v-neck, long sleeve bodysuit over top form-fitting professional pants, red heels and your signature glasses. The low-cut top leaves Mr. Harper at eye level with your lofty cleavage, something he evidently becomes distracted by. He shakes himself from it quickly enough, though, to focus back on your confused face.

He seems to disregard your words as if too lost in his own head.

“I’m sorry,” He finally says. His guilty green eyes peer up at you.

“For…?”

You’re quickly losing patience and he’s quickly losing confidence.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” He begins quickly. “The tip was a mistake. I was going back and forth on it, but again, I seriously didn’t mean anything by it and I-“

“Mean anything by what?” This dude is not making a lick of sense. What tip?

His eyes search yours for something, but you only offer him confusion in return. He seems to notice and continues on with his ramblings, “I swear I didn’t know it was you at first. Once, I did I just-“

He continues to babble and you find yourself tuning him out.

Your hair keeps falling in your face and this is already the second time you’ve pushed it back behind your ear but it’s obvious it won’t cooperate. Maybe if you’d been paying more attention, you’d notice the way Mr. Harper’s eyes linger on the hair tie you have around your lithe fingers. Maybe you’d even notice how he trails off, mouth agape as you tie your hair up and out of the way.

When you go to stand to put an end to this, he pops up as well and it’d be hard not to notice his-

“Mr. Harper,” You trail off uncomfortably as you eye the growing situation in his pants. You can’t help but be reminded of the voyeur in the alley last night. “What exactly’s going on here?”

He quickly grabs a folder off your desk to cover himself, something you grant him the consideration of ignoring as you edge closer to the door.

“Jesus,” He uses his free hand to run a terse hand through his fiery locks. “I’m not trying to- Look. I just,” He trails off in frustration. “I know what you do,” He says, sounding the calmest he's been ever since this weird conversation started.

You freeze, hand on the door as you face the disheveled man in front of you. You don’t necessarily think he poses a threat, but you don’t fucking know and he obviously knows what you are.

Knows what you do.

You’re fucked. You’re fired. Sayonara, bitch- that’s how this always ends.

You mentally prepare yourself for the tough road ahead, figuring ending this conversation is the first step to fucking moving on, but he won’t even grant you the mercy.

“Then say it,” You urge defensively, hand curling more around the handle with each passing second.

“avid_reader,” He says, watching as your hand tightens around the door handle.

You’re debating just leaving him there in your classroom, but your shit is all still on your desk. You probably should leave him in here and go get help, but you don’t. What would you even say, anyway? ‘Hey, I’m a cam model on the side and this dude who jacks it to me just figured everything out. Please help?’ Yeah, that’s not going to work.

Instead, you stand there feeling tidal waves of embarrassment and anxiety washing down on you.

“You’re not the first person to figure it out,” The words snap out from your mouth before you can stop them. You cross your arms across your chest as a means of comfort, but it only puffs out your cleavage even further. You sigh, dropping your arms as you approach the redhead. You don’t mean to but you stop closer to the man than you’d meant, leaving him to back against the desk behind him as you continue forward. “If you want to transfer Lian, I understand,” He’s shaking his head, eyebrows furrowed like you’ve got the wrong idea, but you continue. “Just please don’t tell,” You plead with him. “I can’t afford to lose this job again.”

He looks completely stupefied by how this is unfolding.

You half expect him just to walk out the door as you’d planned to do not even seconds prior, but he doesn’t. If anything, he seems relieved (?) by your reaction.

“Why do you even need the side job?” Out of all the things to come from his mouth, you’re definitely not expecting that.

“Technically, if we’re talking pay, this is my side job,” You gesture to the classroom around you halfheartedly. “35k a year doesn’t exactly pay bills, or well, much of anything at all,” You snort humorlessly. “Again, I totally understand if you want to transfer Lian, though.”

His mind still looks like it’s reeling from the reveal and his dick still obviously is too as it remains half-mast.

His voice is gruff as he stares down at your smaller form. Even though he’s the one being cornered, you still somehow feel like the prey.

“Why would I do that?” He asks quietly.

There’s an obvious heat behind his eyes, one you’d have to be dumb not to miss. It’s clearly not escaping either of you that your close position is reminiscent of your infamous scene.

You watch as his lips open, then close as if debating whether or not to take it further. His eyes are half-lidded, almost like he’s high on your presence alone.

He gulps, watching your eyes trail across his every minute reaction as if it might stop at any second.

It has to stop.

It’s one thing to be a cam girl and it’s another to suck off one of the parents in the classroom. Yup, nope. Not doing it.

You grant him the satisfaction of staying a finger-width away from his chest for just a moment longer.

“I don’t have time for this superfluous conversation, Mr. Harper,” You send him as stern of a look as you can manage.

“Damn, you’re killin’ me here, babe- Miss,” He says your name again and watch as his breathing sputters under your slitted gaze.

“It’s best we keep this completely professional. Just because I…” You trail off knowing he gets the point. “Doesn’t mean we can ignore the circumstances I’m under. I really care about these kids and I wouldn’t want anything to jeopardize this position.”

You know he’s holding off on a comment about the position you’re both currently in in favor of backing away in understanding. “Totally got you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable at all.”

You sigh in relief. Out of all the confrontations you’ve had about this topic, this has definitely been the easiest. Dare you say that Mr. Harper even seemed like a pretty cool dude. If you weren’t his daughter’s teacher, you’d definitely-

No, you can’t allow yourself to think like that.

“Thank you for, you know,” You hesitate, “not ratting me out.”

“Never,” He assures you with the most seriousness he’s displayed since you’ve met him.

You move, opening the door for him and getting blasted by whatever delicious cologne he’s wearing as you see him out.

He hesitates as if he wants to say something, but you beat him to the punch.

“Have a good day, Mr. Harper,” You grant him a small, genuine smile before shutting the door behind you.

You know he hasn’t moved and you know he knows you haven’t moved. The two of you stand there on either side of the door reveling in the last dregs of whatever the fuck that conversation constituted as.

Finally, you hear the tell-tale sign of his sneakers squeaking against the linoleum and you finally allow your heels to clack back over to your desk. You slump in your chair, head in your hand wondering what the fuck you’ve just gotten yourself into.

➸💋➸

You received your annual invite to the Wayne Holiday Gala months ago, though you honestly had considered not coming this year. However, after your run-ins with Jason, you decide to show up.

You end up spending most of the night with the kids in the daycare area. As unappetizing as it may sound to some, making small talk with the stuffy Gotham elites in the other room definitely sounds like the shittier end of the bargain.

You’re in the middle of a makeover session, which seems to involve a lot of poking and pulling when you hear it.

“Oh, no fucking way,” Your body stiffens at the familiar voice. “This is so rich.”

“Mr. Harper,” You say without turning around. You thank the little kids around you for the glitter bomb they’ve set off on you as you rise. Your form-fitting, high-slitted dress unfurls as you do so, revealing the extravagance of your gown. (x)

He cleans up very nice.

You try to hide how you check him out, but it doesn’t seem to matter too much as he’s preoccupied with raking his eyes up and down your curves. You watch as his freckled cheeks turn red.

“How’d you know?” His voice is extra scratchy tonight and it’s doing things to you.

“You’re the only one of my parents who curses like a sailor no matter who’s in the room,” You gesture down to the kids who’ve made you look like you’re going to Coachella rather than a gala.

The little girl closest to you keeps trying to tug at your hair, but Mr. Harper sits down and offers her his long locks in your stead.

“Are you,” He trails off, looking away from your eyes to fiddle with his black tie. “Is it okay that I sit here with you?”

It��s a vulnerable question after the clear shift after him approaching you in your classroom all those a few weeks ago.

“I don’t own the place,” You shrug as you sit back down with crossed legs beside him. “So, what are you doing here tonight?”

“My friend’s back in town and said he might be here tonight, so,” He trails off as he motions to his cornflower blue tux. It’s fucking ugly as shit and somehow it couldn’t look better on the muscular man.

“Where’s Lian?” You ask, blushing as soon as you realize you’ve asked.

Roy, however, seems pleased by your question. He points over to the other side of the room where she’s playing some combo of hide-and-seek and tag with a group of kids.

“She loves these kinds of things,” He says. “She wouldn’t let me miss out once she heard we’d been invited.” Lian catches your eye and waves excitedly before she’s pulled back into the game. “What about you?”

His voice lulls you into an easy smile, “Didn’t expect to see me here?”

“I didn’t say that,” He jests back as he tries to navigate the minefield that is this conversation. “You look good,” He says finally, though his eyes are forcibly focused on Lian.

You follow along as she gets chased around to avoid being tagged. The smile that’s adorned your face ever since he came in the room has yet to dull, something you’re sure he notices as his cheeks burn red.

“Thank you,” You say quietly. It’s your turn to blush when you feel his eyes finally shift back to you. You make the hard decision to focus on the kids running around rather than on his stunning, verdant eyes. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

It seems like your words have given him the confidence to… well, you’re not exactly sure, but he definitely seems more cocky now. However, a tiny voice interrupts before he gets a chance to respond.

“Go!”

“No, you!”

Your head turns to the gaggle of well dressed kids currently shoving each other your way.

“Excuse me!”

“Hello,” You smile at the cute display.

“They said you’re a princess,” A small girl in a tutu sidles up to you, wringing her hands behind her back as three other girls stand behind her shyly.

Before you can think of something to say, Roy swoops in.

“She’s 100% a princess,” Roy winks at you playfully. “Right, princess?”

You snort, trying not to be affected by the wink, “Right.”

You’re covered in shitty body glitter in a gown that anyone else’s here easily dwarfs. You feel far from a princess. Hell, the only reason you’d even been invited anyway had been because of your mom’s legacy.

The kids convince you to play heroes and robbers. Roy watches from the sidelines as you use a pink bow and arrow toy to stave off the waves of robbers that now includes Lian. Soon, she drags her dad to play, convinced that he needs to show you how to use the arrow for some reason.

“You’re not lining up the arrow right,” He says as he comes up to stand behind you.

“Mr. Harper,” You can hardly contain your eye roll, “it’s plastic.”

“Is this okay?” He asks as his hand hovers above your own.

Is it?

“Yeah,” You say before you lose the courage.

His firm chest presses against your back as he guides your hands on the bow. His soft hands trickle along your skin effortlessly teasing you all the while.

“You know, we’re not at school,” You startle at what he murmurs against the shell of your ear. “You can just call me Roy.”

You hesitate.

Is this crossing a line?

It’s just a name, you reason before giving in, “Alright, Roy.” You know he’s smiling big and a curious glance behind you proves it’s even dorkier of a grin than you’d imagined. “Don’t make me regret this,” You huff, settling back around the bow with his gentle guidance.

“Never.”

You release the arrow and, for once, it actually hits the target. The kids go nuts like you’ve just told them they get candy every day forever.

This is exactly when he shows up…

“Figures I’d find the two of you here.”

You startle, turning around with the toy bow and arrow still poised in your hands to find, “Jason.”

“What’s up,” He looks highly amused, though his only tell is the blatant mirth behind his emerald eyes.

Roy removes himself from around your smaller form to face your friend, who also seems to know Roy.

“I thought you didn’t come to these things anymore,” Roy says, confusing you even more.

“You know Jason?”

Roy backs away with an unreadable gaze as he shoots back a question your way, “Have the two of you met before?” It sounds pointed, like he somehow knows you guys fucked in the alley.

Your eyes flicker over to the darker haired gentleman, wondering if Jason didn’t want him to know. He’s smiling like he’s in on something you aren’t, though, so you take it as a sign you can divulge.

“A couple of times,” You respond nonchalantly.

“A couple of times?!” Roy repeats in disbelief, shooting Jason a look he has no choice but to laugh at. After this, Jason and Roy seem to be holding a conversation with their eyes alone.

You hand off the bow and arrow to the little girl who asks to use it before turning your attention back to the men who seem to have come to some agreement without ever having spoken.

“I should’ve known the horndog dad she was talking about was you, Harper,” You look embarrassed to have been caught talking about Roy, but Roy’s too embarrassed that his flirting’s been so obvious. “So,” He drawls with his hypnotizing deep voice. “What’ve you guys been up to?”

“Just this mostly,” You gesture to the glitter and toys scattered around. Your heels are starting to kill your feet, so you make to sit down again.

Both men, much to your amusement, help you down before sitting beside you. The kids immediately come up and try to play with his hair like they were with you and Roy, but it’s too short. They ultimately resort to makeup and more glitter, leaving you to wonder just who the fuck was giving these kids body glitter?

The three of you amuse the kids for a bit longer before Jason signals the two of you to follow him.

Roy tells Lian he’ll be right back and to stay in the childcare area while he’s gone. You watch after the two of them, not feeling Jason’s calculating eyes on the side of your face until you turn and meet them.

“What?”

He just shakes his head with a light smirk. An attendant walks by with a fresh tray of champagne flutes and Jason asks for them to stop and takes the tray from their hands. You raise a questioning brow when he hands you one before downing a glass.

Yeah, you could stand to get fucked up.

You smile, following suit as you down the glass, then another. Soon, Roy sidles up beside you and joins in on a few. Jason easily out drinks you and you’re not trying to get to the point where you’re too drunk. Right now, you feel a pleasant, tipsy hum vibrating across your tingling skin.

Roy takes the drinks slower but still downs one or two.

By the time the three of you are done, the tray of 10 glasses is completely empty.

From there, Jason takes you and Roy around the parts no one else dares venture, ultimately stumbling upon Bruce Wayne’s office.

“Holy shit,” You gasp as you walk into the ornate room.

The entire room is covered in deep, rich wood and is filled with shelves upon shelves of old-looking literature. It looks like what the two cheap sets you’ve been on were trying to emulate but could never come close to.

Your fingers trail delicately across the fabric spines of books that adorn the wall-to-wall bookshelves in appreciation.

“Yeah,” Jason sidles up beside you to pull out the copy of ‘The Happy Prince’ you’ve been eyeing. “Haven’t been in here since I was a kid, but it still holds up to what I remember,” He stares down at your pick before handing it off to you. You hold it delicately, something he chuckles at. “You’re not going to fuck it up; trust me, he wouldn’t notice even if you did. Old man doesn’t have time to read anymore.”

“Oh?” You say, not sure what else to say.

Jason merely nods, “I used to sneak in here or the library after patro- bedtime,” He coughs as he corrects himself. “Wilde is one of my favorites.”

You feel the all-telling stare of Roy from behind where Jason has you trapped against the shelf. When you turn around, however, he pretends to be preoccupied with the random knickknacks on the desk.

“Who’s your favorite, Roy?”

He looks up from the paperweight he’s holding as if surprised to be addressed by you, “John Knowles is always good. Can’t go wrong with Ray Bradbury.”

You nod in approval, missing how Jason’s eyes flash mischievously as he glances between the two of you.

“‘A Seperate Peace’ has always been one of my go-to’s,” You add shyly.

You don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s because you’re not at the school, maybe it’s the fact you’re far away from the party, but you actually feel nervous around Roy right now. What’s making it worse is that Jason seems to notice. Much to your chagrin, he ups the ante between the two of you as if finding amusement in seeing the two of you blush so profusely.

Jason suddenly moves from beside you and off somewhere in the corner to fiddle around with an antiqued globe. You watch, trying to ignore Roy in your peripheral, as the top half of the globe opens to reveal crystal glasses and containers.

While Jason pours the three of you more drinks, you and Roy get to talking about, well, just about everything. The cadence and ease at which the two of you switch from topic to topic is incredible. You feel like you’ve known the redhead forever by the time Jason’s handing you a heavy, intricate glass.

You thank him, quirking a brow at his knowing smile. He just shakes his head, “You two are fucking hilarious, you know that?”

You don’t.

A quick look at Roy proves his confusion as well. However, one glance at his friend leads to another one of their eyes-only conversations that seems to bring Roy in on the joke. You, on the other hand, are left to flounder in front of your attractive company.

“And why is that?” You finally bite.

Roy seems content to sip at his glass with raised brows as he watches the scene unfold.

“I’m just surprised you guys haven’t up and fucked already.”

You and Roy begin sputtering at the same time. Luckily, Roy seems to gather his bearings fast enough to respond so you don’t have to make a fool of yourself.

“Jay, what?”

You and Roy still, looking at Jason to gauge the seriousness of his words. Roy then looks down at you to judge your reaction.

You know you shouldn’t fuck him. You really shouldn’t fuck him.

You can’t fuck him but…

“Guess it’d only be fair,” Roy snorts at Jason’s words, but you don’t understand. “I don’t mind sharing with friends.”

The three of you return to a silent stare down of who’s going to be the first to make a move.

Fuck it. You’re tipsy and horny and there are two attractive as fuck men in front of you. This is definitely a far cry from the boring night you thought you were in for.

“Are you sure, Jason?”

Roy’s breath catches audibly in his throat once he realizes you’re seriously considering it, “Princess, you’ve had a lot to drink. I don’t think- I wouldn’t want you to feel like this is,” He trails off, eyes searching yours.

He’s cute and thoughtful, okay? How can you not fuck him now?

With Jason’s blessing, you push forward, corralling Roy against the desk until your chest is flush against his.

“Takes more than liquor and a few glasses of champagne to count me out, Mr. Harper,” You realize too late you’ve used the wrong name, though it doesn’t seem like he minds in the slightest. “Sorry,” You start, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t be,” He bites his lip. “It’s really fucking hot,” His hands close around the mahogany desk behind him as if keeping him from ravishing you right then and there. “Gotta admit, though, it’s been a few years since I’ve done anything,” He begins the tell-tale signs of his signature rambling, but you cut him off with a deep, slow kiss. It steals the rest of the words from his mouth as your body melts against his. “You don’t care that I’m out of practice?”

You slowly wipe at the spit you’ve left on his lips before allowing your eyes to flicker up and meet his. He’s already looking at you when you do, like he can’t believe this is actually happening.

“Not at all,” You smirk lightly at his surprised look as you turn his words back on him. “It’s hot.”

He groans at your words as if he’s holding himself back from flipping your position and fucking you against the desk. He doesn’t, though. Roy sits back against the desk and lets you do whatever you please.

“Really?” He stares down at your wandering hands with wide, uncertain eyes.

You nod, biting at your bottom lip, “I can help you practice.”

His jaw drops and you can’t help but laugh alongside Jason.

“Can I touch you?” His deep voice rumbles across your skin, further spurring the stammering beat of your heart. You nod, but it’s not enough for him. “Tell me you want me.”

You smile up at him, “I want you, Roy.”

“Fuck,” You watch as his dick twitches against the pants of his ugly suit. “Jay, are you sure you want to share?”

He’s sitting in the large chair behind the desk behind Roy, palming himself through his pants, “Just fuck already.”

Jason looks absolutely sinful. His thick thighs are spread temptingly in the head chair with his button-up completely unbuttoned to reveal his toned stomach. His suit jacket remains on, as well as his tie, though it’s loosened and strewn lazily across his shoulder.

Roy exhales sharply before flipping your position in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, you’re being lifted onto the desk with Roy slotting between your thick thighs before your mouth is overtaken by his. You arch extra for Jason, who’s behind you and break away from the redhead to turn around and lean down slightly to kiss the other man.

Jason’s rough thumb runs along your jawline as he flicks his tongue teasingly against yours. Meanwhile, Roy’s hands roam your body tentatively as if he’s scared he’ll do something wrong.

“Jason,” You breathe against his soft lips as you pull apart, “tell him he’s not going to break me.”

“Tell him yourself,” Jason huffs like he can’t believe you pulled away to say that. Soon, he’s shoving his calloused hands into your dress to cup your lofty tits and expose them to the room. You gasp, something he uses as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, though his hands eventually move, finding Roy’s hands and moving over top of them to sink them into your skin.

“Shit,” Roy groans as he finally allows himself to divulge in your curves.

He throws off his blue suit jacket, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt before focusing back on you. His eyes linger over your tits as if memorizing them.

It’s cute.

Your finger beckons him hither. Your half-lidded eyes slip close as two sets of hands and mouths descend upon you in all the right places.

Jason moves to stand behind you at the desk, caressing up and down your exposed skin. His mouth leaves slick kisses along your neck, stopping to suck every few seconds to draw airy moans from your plump lips. Meanwhile, Roy’s mouth attaches to your collarbone, moving lower to suck your tits into his mouth with an appreciative whine as his fingers explore lower.

“Jay,” Roy’s voice breaks, leaving you to moan in response. His fingers trickle close to the top of the slit of your dress, begging to go further. “I don’t think she’s wearing any underwear.”

Suddenly, they’re on each other, kissing over your shoulder with a clashing of tongues and teeth. It’s aggressive and honestly, some of the hottest shit you’ve ever seen. You spread your legs even further before allowing your fingers to trickle up to your pulsating clit, but Roy stops you.

You look at him in dazed confusion, just wanting some fucking relief, but he won’t allow it. “Please,” You beg, shifting your hips flush against the bulge in his pants, but he refuses to relent. “I need you to touch me.”

“Say my name,” He says darkly, fingers hovering right above where you’re desperate for it.

You meet his wanton gaze head-on, whimpering as Jason leaves hickeys across your shoulders. You so desperately want to buck into Roy’s hand, but his firm grip on your hip prevents you from doing so.

“Roy,” You moan, using your cam voice.

He seems to notice because his resolve seems to crumble. “So good, baby,” Roy starts to ramble. “You’re so fucking sexy. You want to get fucked?”

Jason’s breathing sputters against your ear as he finally allows himself to unzip his pants. His hard member rocks against the top of your ass and lower back with his hands reaching around you to tease your nipples. You arch backward against him with a loud cry.

“Please,” You’re not even necessarily answering Roy’s question. You just need something, anything from either of them and you need it right now. You squirm in the hold, bucking and writhing for any kind of contact you can get, but both are playing hard to get.

“Should we give her what she wants, Harper?” Jason ignores your pleas completely.

You mewl when Roy finally rubs his thumb against your aching clit. However, the contact is gone as quickly as it began, leaving you just as desperate as you’ve felt this entire time.

“I don’t know, Jay,” Roy responds sadistically. “Maybe we should make her wait a little bit longer.”

If they’re going to tease you, you’re definitely willing to do the same.

If they weren’t going to touch you, you’d just have to touch them. You waste no time in latching on to Roy’s sweaty neck, nipping and sucking hickeys into his collection of freckles as you mouth along his exposed shoulders.

“How are we doing this?” Jason asks gruffly, stirring excitement in your lower stomach.

Regardless of all the talk, you knew neither would be able to resist much longer.

Roy bites his lip, eyes trailing down your exposed body with his bottom lip bit cheekily as he considers the question. “I’m going to bend her over this desk, fuck her ass up,” Roy gauges your reaction and, when he sees no hesitation, does just this. “Feel free to join in, I don’t care,” He says to Jason as he rubs his clothed erection against your arched ass as if testing the waters, “This alright, beautiful?”

Roy’s cock against your ass, or the dangerous look Jason has in his eyes as you come eye-level with his leaking cock.

“Answer him,” Jason demands cooly. He lifts your head with an assured grip as he draws your gaze from his twitching cock to his dark eyes.

Your body responds earnestly to all the stimulation, moaning his name with a broken, “Yes.”

The tip of Jason’s tongue pokes out to lick at his lips. You watch as his eyes flicker to Roy behind you with palpable desire as he brings his leaking tip against your pliant lips. He slips in with a groan, hands falling to the edges of the desk, curled white-knuckled to prevent himself from completely ravishing your throat right then and there.

“So good,” He praises. His thumb trickles at the corner of your mouth gently while his hips snap slowly but roughly into your mouth. “Now, show Roy how good you are.”

You groan around his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he picks up the pace. At the same time, you feel Roy lining himself up with your cunt and suck Jason more ardently.

Roy’s cock pushes against your tight entrance, slipping in slowly with an appreciative sigh from both of you. You feel him bob up and down from within you as soon as he settles. A quick look behind you proves how his orange locks cascade deliciously in front of his flushed, freckled cheeks.

“You feel so good inside me,” You wiggle your ass around his thickness, spurring an accidental snap of his hips. The sharp momentum sends you forward into Jason who merely cups your face and draws you up for a deep, edging on rough kiss that leaves you backing helplessly against Roy for relief. “Fuck!”

He finally offers it, probably knowing he wasn’t going to last for shit anyway.

His hands caress and spread your cheeks as he sputters out uncoordinated, breathy thrusts into your tight heat. All the while, he spews the absolute most obscene things you’ve ever heard.

He wraps your hair around his hand, forcing the rhythm on Jason’s dick as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. This only lasts for so long before you feel the shakiness in his thrusts.

“Jason,” Roy calls out from behind, “I need to tap for a second.”

Jason merely rolls his eyes, drawing you from his cock to his mouth for a lewd, terse kiss that leaves you breathless. You watch as his muscular form moves around the desk to settle behind you by Roy.

“You still good with this?” Jason asks, still a ways back from your ass that’s arched over the desk.

You look at him from over your shoulder with a playful glint behind your eyes, “Just fuck me already, Jason.”

Jason wastes no time in pushing his tip in. He remains like this, creating lewd noises as his tip bobs shallowly in and out of your slick cunt. “Please,” You beg after he continues like this for another beat. “I need you deeper. Jay, please!”

He chuckles darkly, “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

It’s all the warning you get before he pushes into you fully. He remains seated as you squirm against the large intrusion with desperate gasps and moans spilling from you as you do.

Jason’s thrusts start out innocent enough, exploratory in a sense. They soon grow more desperate and harsher as he responds to the wanton cries you produce each time he bottoms out inside you.`

Soon, Roy’s tapping back in and the fun truly begins.

That’s how you end up bent over the desk in your dress and heels, holding on to the edge of the desk for dear life as both men taking turns fucking in and out of you. It’s completely sadistic how they use your body just the way you need, drawing noises and reactions from you that you’ve never experienced before. If this had been a stream, you know you’d rake in a record amount of tips- how could you not when you looked this wrecked?

You see yourself in the window in front of you, staring at your tits as they bounce in time with the varied thrusts. Eventually, they seem to catch on to what you’re doing and meet your unfocused gaze in the reflection as they make a mess of you.

“Shit,” Jason groans when his tip catches against your entrance as he slows down the pace once again to tease you. It works. You’re left mewling and bucking helplessly against his firm grip that keeps you in place from doing so.

Roy decides he wants you to get a taste of him and take the position Jason had earlier for you to suck him into your mouth. His member is slick and tastes like your pussy, only serving to make you moan wantonly against his thickness. The vibrations only amplify when Jason smacks your cheeks in quick succession, then moves to cradle and soothe them.

You feel completely and utterly used.

Soon, Roy’s breathing sputters in just a way that Jason knows to pull out. He begins to jack off over your jiggling ass as Roy slips inside of you once again. Their lips connect and you watch their sensual kiss through the reflection on the glass as you feel pressure mounting within you.

Your tongue lulls out without you even realizing it.

Jason, however, does.

“Two guys in your pussy isn’t enough for you?” Jason questions darkly as he makes eye contact with you. “You need a cock in your mouth too?” You bite at your bottom lip, giving him all the answers he needs. “Tell me where you need me.”

Like he doesn’t already know.

“I need your cock shoved down my throat,” You maintain eye contact through the reflection in the window as you respond coquettishly. “Will you fuck my throat, Jason?” “Say please,” He retorts in a dangerous voice that leaves you bucking back against Roy’s dick with a breathy moan.

“Please, Jason?”

“Good girl.”

He complies easily, choking you with his length as he thrusts against your pliant lips.

Roy doesn’t last much longer after you beg Jason to fuck your throat again“Fucking, damnit,” Roy curses, pulling out of you before you can even comprehend what’s happening. “Man, what the fuck?”

You pull off Jason’s cock with a lewd ‘pop’ as you look over your shoulder.

Roy’s got one hand cupped under his dick to collect his come, with the other running aggravatedly through his hair. It’s definitely not the ending you were expecting and you can’t help but laugh. He’s such a fucking loser and it’s only making you more and more attracted to him for some reason.

“Yeah, that’s what everyone wants to hear from a pornstar they bang,” His words only make you laugh harder. He smacks you lightly on the hip, motioning for you to turn over so you can press your bare body into his firm chest. “Give me a sec, babe. I’ve got you.

“I’m actually quite flattered to be called me a pornstar,” You jest as you wiggle into the new position.

“Well, what would you consider yourself?”

“A random bitch who does porn.” He looks at you like you’re insane, “Your video got in the fucking millions, dude.”

He draws another easy laugh from you, “'Dude’ is seriously what you’re calling me right now?”

“No,” He starts lowly, “but feel free to start calling me Mr. Harper more often.” At this, his dick slightly twitches back to life, leaving you to roll your eyes.

You inadvertently gasp when he drops to a crouch, now eye-level with your pulsating cunt. You inadvertently attempt to close your legs, but he won’t allow it. He pries your thick legs open with greedy eyes and a firm grip, preventing you from shutting them again. You groan, arching against his restraint in anticipation of what’s to come.

Jason runs a calloused hand through your hair that’s splayed out across his father’s paperwork. He then collects as much of your hair as he can and grips it, using the hold to force your head back onto his dick. His one hand remains in your hair while the other trails down from your tits to rub at your clit.

Your appreciative moans vibrate around his large member, drawing the most erotic noises you’ve ever heard from the man.

Roy’s tongue finally trickles out, teasing you with light licks along your folds, then pressured kisses to your inner thighs.

“‘M so fucking lucky, babe,” He groans against your cunt as he finally picks up the pace. His tongue seems to know all the right places and all the right pressure to get you bucking against his smirking mouth. “I’ve dreamed about this shit,” He meets your half-lidded gaze as he licks a long, thick trail from your entrance up to your clit. “Fucking you just like this, getting to taste your sweet little pussy,” As if to prove his point, he mouths along your cunt, slurping your juices into his already dripping mouth. “Forced me to sleep in underwear so I don’t have to change my sheets every night, princess.”

“Roy,” You push further against his tongue, hips sputtering against his skillful appendage for more. Your head falls backward, taking Jason back into your mouth with a forcefulness that has him tightening the grip in your hair.

“That’s right, baby,” He says lowly. “Say my name just like that.”

He eats you out, only removing his mouth to shove a finger inside of you when you’re getting close again.

You let out an embarrassing cry, leaving Jason to remove his cock. He smacks your flushed cheeks with his cock so he and Roy can both hear the full extent of you coming undone.

“Please,” You beg, arching off the desk. “Right there, Roy- fuck!”

With two different people working your pussy, you know you won’t last long.

Jason’s calloused pad against your clit and Roy’s expert tongue is all too much. You’ve never had it feel like this before- not even close. All the while, Roy continues to use moves you’ve never felt, but damn do you want to feel them again.

Preferably soon.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. I need your come on my fingers,” He says your name like a demand.

You have no choice but to obey when he finally manages a second finger.

You come against Roy’s expert tongue. Your hips sputter sporadically against his curled fingers inside of you, all while you force Jason back down your throat, effectively giving you the best orgasm of your life. When you finally catch your breath, you lift yourself weakly onto your elbows. The sight that meets you makes you laugh as both men are standing in front of you, ready for another round.

Fuck.

This round is hazy and steamy as the three of you find a new, sensual rhythm that drives you crazy.

They continue taking turns fucking into you with sloppier movements, taking turns kissing you and each other as Roy plays with your clit and Jason plays with your tits. At some point, Jason places his calloused hand on your lower stomach in a way that makes every thrust feel so much more intensified. You know you won’t last long.

Your hips snap tantalizingly against Roy’s thrusts. against his fiery hair with reckless abandon as you feel another orgasm drawing near.

“That’s it, baby,” He coos as your face scrunches up in absolute pleasure. “There we go. Give it to me, I want your come all over my dick. Good,” His fluid thrusts milk out your second orgasm of the night.

Your breathing sputters as you release on his hard length, squeezing down as you spasm around him until he’s forced to pull out. You’re still twitching in Jason’s arms as Roy spatters his come across your pussy and lower stomach.

“So fucking good,” You groan, allowing Jason to support the majority of your weight as you slink against his toned chest.

Roy stares at your fucked-out form in disbelief. He notices your smirk and blushes, beginning his usual rambling that you can’t help but be enamored by.

“If you want, my roommate won’t be in for most of the night,” Jason snorts, you assume, at Roy’s attempt to get you back to his place.

You surprise everyone in the room, yourself included, when you ultimately agree, “Alright.”

➸💋➸

You wake up with a headache in an unfamiliar room.

There’s a random drum set in the corner, as well as various band tees and posters littered across the walls.

Memories flood back to the forefront of your brain as you stare at the picture on the nightstand and groan.

Mr. Harper. No- Roy.

You hear the shower going from somewhere close by and use it as a chance to look around and gather your bearings.

You remember the office sex, driving back with Jason so Roy could put Lian to sleep. You remember coming back to Roy’s place and fucking, changing into one of his loose shirts, then watching some dumb movie on his bed with tequila. After that, though, the memories all carry a hazy edge.

You find your dress lying across the desk in his room and silently pad over to it. Underneath the satin fabric is his partially opened laptop that dings out a familiar tone as if on cue. You change back into your evening gown, looking at your phone that lights up with a notification reminder about your stream later tonight.

It’s too much of a coincidence for you not to sit there and debate snooping. Ultimately, curiosity gets the best of you as you open the screen fully.

What you find stops your heart.

He currently has tabs pulled up about some sort of mechanical issue with a motorcycle engine, the other tab is about nearby kids museums and activities. It’s the flashing tab all the way at the end that sends chills up your spine.

It’s your cam page.

Not only that, but it’s his chat log with you, showing the last message he sent.

inmyarsenal: have to stop coming by your streams. tAke this as compensation- no refunds :)

Holy shit, he’s a stalker.

Holy shit, you walked right into it.

The shower’s still going when you finally find yourself able to move again. You waste no time in rushing out of his room, searching desperately for an escape. The front door is too close to the slightly opened bathroom door for you to be able to sneak out of. You turn around and find a balcony, sighing when you realize this is your best bet.

Fire escape it is.

Donning last night's dress and remnants of body glitter, you slip out onto the balcony for your first and worst walk of shame ever.

No, actually, it gets so much worse.

“Well, this is a new one.”

You startle, turning to face Jason who’s smoking, “Jason?” You’re entirely confused. He’s Roy’s roommate??? You move over to the ledge where he’s standing and look down at the ten flights you’ll have to traverse down in your heels with a sigh.

It’s going to be a long day.

“He slept on the couch, you know,” Jason says, taking a drag before offering it to you. “Nothing happened after the movie. I promise.”

For some reason, you believe him, but that doesn’t mean you’re not still seriously disturbed by what you’ve found. For fuck’s sake, Roy had watched your stream before the parent teacher conference knowing it was you and tipped you after. It’s entirely fucking creepy and way too contrived to be a mistake.

The pounding in your head takes over your senses as you take a hit of the cigarette. You sputter as soon as the smoke hits your lungs, immediately wishing you hadn’t taken the shit at all. Thankfully, Jason holds in the laugh you can tell is bubbling in his throat, something you appreciate.

Inside, the faucet squeaks off and you quickly realize that if you’re going, you better go.

You hand back the cigarette and shuffle down the first few stairs before looking back at Jason, “You never saw me.”

By the time you get to the bottom, you look up to find the man’s already gone.

You need a fucking aspirin.

A/N: this issss not editedededd :( lemme know what you think, tho!

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Well... aren't you a pretty doll? Pt 4

Army Soldier Midoriya Izuku x Secretary Reader

Context: After having spilt your drink on the man, you finally meet him for dancing.

Note: Set in the 1940s/1950s

[PART 3] [Well… aren’t you a pretty doll- Masterlist]

“One… two… three… smile!” The picture was taken as you stood next to Midoriya with a bright smile on your face. He pulled you in for a hug, bright smiles on both of your faces. You couldn’t have been happier. Today was your wedding day and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world to marry the man you loved more than anything in the entire world.

He placed a gentle peck to your lips, finally being allowed to do so in public now that you were both married. Midoriya had the brightest smile on his face as he looked down at you. His eyes were filled with nothing but love for you right now as you stood in your white wedding dress. It had belonged to your mother but just had some few adjustments to suit the modern day and suit you even more.

“Alright, you two.” Bakugou let out with a roll of his eyes, despite how annoyed he seemed, the man was dressed in his best uniform, formally pressed and his hair done just for the occasion. “Enough with all the lovey dovey hum bug.”

Eijiro chuckled as he had an arm around Mina as she stood next to him. “Aww, let them be, Katsuki. You only get married once.” He spoke from experience as he had Mina at his side.

“Come to think of it,” Midoriya started speaking as he looked down at the watch on his right wrist. “It’s time we best be going, doll.”

You hummed. “Alright then.”

Your dashing husband (something you felt giggly about just saying), put his hand to the curve of your back before putting his other hand up with a smile and a wave. “We’ll be heading off now.” He stated as you both started heading away from the front of the chapel and towards his car.

“Enjoy the three days off!” Kaminari shouted, the moment you looked away Kaminari, Sero and Sato made gestures and wiggling eyebrows that made Midoriya roll his eyes but smirk. “We’ll see yall soon! Have fun!”

“You treat her right, Izuku!”

Your green haired husband ignored the words from his friends as he helped you into the car, and the both of you were off. You couldn’t believe you were married. Just sitting next to him now was a dream come true. A year ago, you would have never believed that you were married to the man of your dreams, that you signed the certificate and changed your name to Mrs Midoriya.

Midoriya had a resting smile on his face, one that hadn’t left the entire day and you couldn’t exactly blame him, he was excited and so were you. Excited for this new life together you would be living.

He soon parked outside the new little home you had both bought. Nothing fancy but it was perfect for a start. You giggled as you saw it. “There it is!”

Midoriya laughed as he stepped out of the car first before moving to get you out from the passenger seat. Your feet were barely on the ground for five seconds before Midoriya swooped you into his arms making you shout in surprise. He had a big grin on his face as he kicked the car door closed and moved towards the front door.

“Sorry, Y/N but I always wanted to try this since I was a boy.” He told you excitedly as he brought you up the two steps of the porch up to the front door. He moved to unlock the door, holding you with one arm for a moment, catching you off guard at such strength. Once the door was opened, he went back to holding you in his arms. He looked down at you. “Time for me to carry you through the threshold of our first home together, doll.” He spoke lowly, his eyes on you and nothing else.

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck and you smiled. You put your noses together. “Together.”

He couldn’t help the full blown grin on his face as he kissed your lips for a few seconds making you melt in his arms. He separated with a soft chuckle before carrying you across the threshold into your new house. You looked around at your home. It was nowhere as big as your parents house, but you loved it even more. This was the home you and your husband would occupy. The thought made you warm inside.

Midoriya carefully put you down onto your own two feet. “So what do you think? Spruced it up myself.” He told you.

You turned to him with an excited look on your face. “Oh Izuku, I love it!” You told him honestly as you quickly moved around to check the ins and outs. You picked up the skirt of your dress as you went walking to the kitchen. The setting sun cascaded a dark orange glow around the house. “The kitchen is wonderful!” You told him honestly. “I have counter space.” You walked back into the entrance hall by the living area with a smile. “Oh…” You put a hand over your mouth. “We can entertain our friends here for poker nights!” You motioned to the dining table as you looked at him. You quickly looked towards the back. You gasped. “YOU GOT ME-”

“A washing line.” Izuku chuckled with his arms folded as he watched you in fascination to how excited you were over a small house that you could now call all your own.

You let out an excited squeal as you went back over to him. “Now I don’t have to hang clothes inside anymore.” You told him happily. “Was that a hen house I saw outside?”

“Mhm.” He nodded his head. “They’re coming in tomorrow and next thing you know, we’ll be having eggs in the morning.” He had his hands on your hips as you smiled up at him as though he gave you the world, which you felt like he did. He took you gently, guiding you further into the house to the bedroom hallways. “Then there’s our room and the spare.” He motioned to the left and to the right.

You turned your attention to the room on the left, the spare one. It didn’t have much inside other than some of your and his boxes from when you had your things moved here. You looked around at the blank room that had so much potential. “What are we going to do with this one?” You asked. “Is it storage?”

“Well…” Midoriya started as he walked slowly over to you, moving to stand behind you, his head moving to rest on your shoulder. “It could be junior’s room.”

You turned to look at him with a face that felt like it had been right in front of the fire. You raised an amused eyebrow at the green haired soldier. “Junior?” You asked with a soft giggle. “My, my, Izuku. I thought we just got married five minutes ago?”

He chuckled as he buried his pink face in the crook of your neck. “I can’t help it doll.” He let out lowly with a kiss to your neck. “With you in my life, I couldn’t help but think about it.” Slowly he took you by the hand and pulled you over to the master bedroom.

You looked around with wide eyes at the room. A bed for the both of you, a dresser too with side tables too. Before your husband could open his mouth and speak, you turned around and started pushing him outside. “Out.”

“Huh?!” He asked surprised.

“I need to get ready, and I can’t do that if you’re here. Out, out you large man!” You hearded him out of the room with light shoves before closing the door in his face.

Your poor husband was probably so confused but you had to calm your racing heart. Your mother had told you about what would happen on your wedding night, she had told you about the likes of any committed relationships between two grown consenting adults. So you knew that now was the time for something you had decided to wait for marriage to do. You took a deep breath as you got to work on undoing your dress.

It took some shuffling, tripping, a five minute pep talk and your best perfume before you cleared your throat, opening the door. “Izuku.”

You didn’t even have to wait long as not more than three seconds later, your man appeared in the doorway. “Am I finally allowed in doll, cause-” Midoriya stopped talking as his eyes landed on you.

You sat on the bed with your hands on your knees. You weren’t sure what to do as you sat in a short nightgown. You tried to fight off embarrassment as you looked away from him. You cleared your throat as you shuffled. “W-well?”

Midoriya was speechless as he took slow steps closer to you. His pupils were blown out, leaving small slivers of green. He let out a stuttered breath as he cupped your face in his large hands. “You look gorgeous, Y/N.” He told you gently, making you smile. “Are… are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you genuinely.

You put a hand over his own. “I am.” You nodded your head. “However, Mina told me that I might just make a mess. I’m not sure what she meant but I’m sorry if I do.”

Izuku paused before the side of his mouth twitched in a smirk as his eyes went half lidded with a dark veil of lust over his eyes. “I think you’ll be alright doll.”

You both jolted out of bed at the loud abrupt sound. You gripped the mattress as everything started to shake. Before you could even respond, Izuku quickly got out of bed and went to grab your dressing gown. “Honey, we got to go.” He told you, his voice trying to be louder than the distant bombings.

You shakily got out of bed but stumbled into his arms. “An air raid?” You asked.

He nodded his head, and when you looked up at him, you were surprised. The look on his face wasn’t one like yours. It wasn’t fear nor anxiety. It was almost as if a switch flipped. It was a dull empty look in his eyes that you had never seen before. Midoriya held you as you just managed to slip on your gown but then another bomb fell nearby making you shriek and by instinct cover your head.

Midoriya picked you up, sweeping you off your feet and started racing out of your bedroom. He opened the back door and looked up at the sky. Planes flew over head, the dull flags of your enemies painted at the bottom. He frowned but raced down the steps to the backyard fence. You saw some of your new neighbours that you had just got to meet a week ago after your wedding, were going down the alley at the back of your houses.

You saw Kirishima and Mina, the large redhead motioned to the both of you, still shirtless from bed and Mina had her curlers in and was in her night gown. “Come on!”

Midoriya carried you as you raced to the bomb shelter that was nearby for your block of the neighbourhood. He slid down the dug out where an officer in uniform stood with the door open. He motioned for all of you to come inside. Midoriya placed you down on your feet, allowing you to enter with him as you and other neighbour’s stood together huddled in the bomb shelter. Just as Kirishima stepped in, with Mina in front of him, another one went off.

You gripped onto Midoriya who held an arm over your head and kept you against him, a serious look on his face as the shelter shook for a moment at the sound and impact. You felt tears in your eyes, but you held him for dear life as the lights flickered.

“Izuku, we just got married a week ago!” You stressed as you stood in your army secretary uniform.

Your husband combed his hair back. “I know doll, but it’s gotten real serious now. They are calling out everyone to head out.” He told you honestly. If he could stay here with you, he would. The week that you were married was heaven on earth. It was a week where he could forget he was a soldier and the two of you were just two young people happy and in love. Just twenty-one and happily together. However, the bombs were horrible last night and in the early hours of the morning after the bombs had stopped, a call came. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

And that was the reassurance he told you even as you stood by the train going to wish him off. You frowned as you hugged him for dear life, your arms wrapped around him, afraid he would slip fade away. He placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He whispered.

You buried your face in his shirt and nodded. “Come back to me.” You whispered.

“I always will.”

“Don’t get yourself killed, Izuku.”

“I promise I won’t, doll.” He moved to tilt your head up to look at him, a gentle smile on his freckled face. “We’ve got the rest of our lives together.” He reminded you. “And everytime I look at this…” He pulled out a silver locket, a locket that revealed a picture of you. You eased at the beautiful item. You had got him the locket as a wedding present but you didn’t know that he would put that photo there. He smiled at the look on your face. He pointed down to it. “I’ll remember what I’m fighting for.” He reminded you.

You sighed but nodded your head. You held your hands towards yourself, knowing that if you didn’t you’d never let go of him and end up following him onto the train. He gave you a tip of his hat as he turned to board the train. You felt fear wash over you as tears flooded your eyes. “Remember I packed you and your friend’s scones! Eat while you can!” You called after him as the train let out a chuft as all the men started boarding.

He smiled at you as you watched him disappear on. You tried following the few glimpses of him further as he entered another cart where you saw other soldiers you knew. Midoriya chuckled as he peaked out the window at you. “I promise I will, doll.” He called out to you.

“Also sleep while you can! A delirious man is a dead man!” You called out to him. “I put your rosary in your pocket so don’t forget about it! Pray every night, Midoriya Izuku, I mean it!”

A loud chuckle came as Kirishima put an arm around Midoriya, with a sharp smile on his face. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll keep him alive for yah!” he told you. You gave him a grateful smile. Mina let out a nervous sigh as she looked up at her husband. Kirishima gave his wife an air kiss. “I’ll see you soon Mina!”

Mina looked up at her husband as she clutched at her necktie in anxiety.

You looked back up to Midoriya and tried giving him somewhat of a smile, just for him. He looked at you with a gentle one but then you saw it slowly start to dissipate. He frowned for a moment before he pushed forward. “BOYS!” He shouted at the new cadets that were far too green to be sent to war yet but they stood on standby. Some of them jolted at being called out from a higher ranking officer. “Lift up my wife please!” He motioned towards you. They quickly scrambled over to you, making your eyes widen. “And don’t you dare grab her behind! Any one of you get smart ideas and I’m making sure there’s an extra seat on this train just for you!” He shouted making some of the other soldier on board with you laugh.

You were lifted up onto two shoulders and hosted up halfway closer towards your husband. He took off his hat as he basically pushed half himself out the window, Kirishima and Sato holding him so he didn’t fall out. With one arm he pulled you close to him and pulled you into a needy kiss. You ignored the cheering from soldiers and the heat on your cheeks as you held his face in your hands. For that moment, there was just you and a man who didn’t want to go to war, didn’t want to fight in this hellish bickering of leaders, but he was going for you.

The train let out a whistle and he separated from you. Tears lined his eyes as he looked down at you. “I’ll write to you everyday doll. Everyday that I can! I promise you!”

You were put down back on your feet as you held your hankerchief with his initials on it. You tried to wipe the tears but you gave up. You waved to him. “I’ll be waiting!” You told him.

Mina stood beside you as you finally took a few steps back just as the train let out steam, ready to leave. “I haven’t told Eijiro.” She finally revealed.

You looked at her wide eyed. “You haven’t!” You asked shocked. “Well Mina you have to tell him now! You don’t know how long he’ll be gone.”

She glanced at you and then at the train. She let out an angry groan but quickly ran up. “Eijiro! EIJIRO!”

“HUH?” Kirishima peaked his head out as he looked to his wife. Her pink curled hair framed her beautiful brown face. He smiled as he waved his hand. “Bye Mina!”

“NO! Eijiro!” She let out frustrated as she looked up at him. “I’m-“ The train let out another whistle as the gears creaked as the train started to move.

“WHAT!” He shouted as he squinted to try and read her lips.

Mina broke into a brisk jog. “I’M PREGNANT!” She shouted up at him as she ran next to the train.

“You’re-” Kirishima’s big ruby eyes widened in shock, as he looked at her bone pale. His hands gripped the window tightly as he nearly leaned out the window the entire way, his red hair blowing in the wind. “YOU’RE WHAT!?”

“YOU’RE GOING TO BE A DADDY!” She shouted as she stopped running, halting at the railing that forbid her from going any further. She took a few steps back as she watched her husband disappear as the train kept chufting on. Tears went to her eyes as she covered her mouth.

You walked up to her and pulled her into a hug. “It’s okay. We’ll be okay.” You assured her.

“What did she say?” Midoriya asked him as him and Sato finally pulled him back into the train cart.

Kirishima looked as if he was out of his body for a moment as he shakily sat down on the leather seat with wide eyes. Bakugou raised an eyebrow wondering what got the redhead so spooked. He let out a stuttered breath. “I’m going to be a daddy.” He let out unsure.

At that news, Midoriya looked at him surprised before laughs spilled out all around. Supportive pats on the back and shoves were sent Kirishima’s ways. “Congratulations, Eijiro!”

Kirishima put his hands in his hair. “And I left her all alone.” He let out pale. “I know she’s a strong woman and hell would rather freeze over than her give up on something but…”

Midoriya saw the fear in his eyes, not at being a father but at leaving his wife and unborn child alone during such an important and scary time in their lives. He leaned over to his friend that was opposite him. “Eijiro.” He put his hand on Kirishima’s shoulder. The redhead turned his ruby eyes to look up at the green haired man. Midoriya gave him a smile. “We are leaving behind some strong women, they’ll be just fine. But you’ve aught to remember, we fight for them. We fight for our wives, and our families. That’s why you’re here and she is back there. No one likes war, but we fight to save those we love.”

-Glitch1d

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