Star Anisa

about me: Anisa | 20's | she/her | my messages are open to any writers, or potential new friends <3 |

~ Hii, I write for fun when I have free time ~

* All of my writing is written in 2nd POV, she/her, AFAB, mostly suggestive, will label otherwise *

most recent post: Road Trip Roomies <- !! SMUT 18+ ONLY !! Last update: 07/17/2026 @ 01:17

^ I spent days writing this, as it's my very first smut that I've done. His by arrangement prt 2 is on a hold for now but it is almost finished! (I did start writing for it trust trust)

~ Bucky Barnes ~

Hello Congressman Barnes

 summary: from that one scene in ThunderBolts...no context needed, we love congressman Barnes here, does mention one of my previous works, can be read without it!

Falling For you

 summary: a tiny imagine/blurb?? You just love falling into his arms

Tea Party

 summary: a tiny imagine/blurb?? of Bucky putting his arm in the washer, and you wanting to drink tea with him

series:

To be With Him:

 summary: you are inserted into all of the mcu movies that have Bucky in it...that's it...including the falcon and winter soldier...your story of how you fit into it all, you literally exist for Bucky, to be beside bucky

Prologue part.1 | Prologue part.2 | part.1 | part.2 | part.3

Recon is what we're calling it:

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

part.6 | part.7 | part.8| part.9| part.10 | [on hiatus]

summary: you and Bucky are usual partners, but what happens when you're snowed in on a mission...inspired by wanting to work side by side with Bucky...

Armando Aretas

Mr. Grumpy

summary: "conjugal visit" with Armando Aretas.

That Boy is Mine

summary: On the run with Mike, Marcus, and Armando. Following the scenes from Bad Boys Ride or Die.

His By Arrangement prt.1

summary: Meeting Armando for the first time.

Brandon Carver

Don't be a Brat

summary: Carver gives you one job. lol that's it.

~ Katsuki Bakugou ~

Sparks

summary: Takes place the last episode of mha.

- Connor Bedard -

Turbulence

summary: On a flight home, you experience turbulence you've never felt before. Lucky for you, the person sitting next to you has experience.

Whole Foods

summary: On a mandatory grocery run, your short self is in need of a taller individual to help you reach the top shelf. Lucky for you there's a certain 5'10 hockey player roaming the aisles.

Ideal Date

summary: part 2 of Whole Foods, but I feel like it could be read without. Cooking class and a walk.

Road Trip Roomies !! CONTAINS SMUT!! 18+ ONLY !!

Summary: Connor and Frank are roommates when they travel. What happens when they meet a famous actress, you. you're the famous actress btw.

| SMUT | 18+ ONLY | my first time writing smut | SMUT | 18+ ONLY | pairing: Connor Bedard x actress!reader | Frank Nazar mention | word count: 5.6 K a/n: Happy Birthday to Connor Bedard! Love you, Bedsy, lemme buy you a drink [non-smut for bedsy - Turbulence | Whole Foods | Ideal Date]

Your acting career is in its prime, you’ve been in 8 successful films, your current TV series has been trending, and now you’ve been on the road, and in the sky traveling. You finally have wrapped for the day, thanking the producers, and the rest of the crew as they start to clear out and pack up their equipment.

One of the producers calls out to you as you pick up your jacket and your purse. “Hey y/n, we don’t know if you’re into sports, but we got you tickets to see the Vegas Golden Knights vs The Chicago Blackhawks they’re playing at the T-Mobile Arena tonight!”

“Oh wow, thank you! Are you going?” you say, grabbing the tickets and reading them.

“No, I wasn’t sure how long filming would take today so I didn’t buy any” the producer shrugs

“You should take mine then” you smile and hold the tickets out

The producer hesitates, “Are you serious?”

“Yea it’s been a long day, I think I’m just going to take the day to unwind maybe explore the Vegas Strip” you place the tickets in their hands

“Wow thank you so much” the producer smiles

“No problem I hope you enjoy the game, what team are you rooting for?”

“The Blackhawks, I’m from Chicago”

“I hope they win then, go blackhawks!”

You leave the building, and check your phone for any updates about your schedule.

Manager: Booked you a reservation at Hell’s Kitchen, you'll be at the Chef's table! Enjoy!

Manager: Booked your flight it leaves xxx at xxx time don’t be late. I’ll meet you in LA. My flight's a bit earlier have some things I need to get done there before you land.

The black SUV picks you up and takes you to Hell’s Kitchen. You arrive, sitting at the Chef's table enjoying the chaos. your dinner is delicious.

After dinner you ask your driver what’s a good place to get a drink, somewhere near your hotel.

"If you want to watch a game there's a sport bar 10 minutes from your hotel miss"

"Sounds perfect, thank you"

Inside there’s a lot of people there mixed jerseys of blackhawks and the golden knights. You find a seat that's not too crowded, you order your favorite drink and lean back watching on one of the many screens.

The subtitles from the live show appears “Bedard to Nazar, Nazar to Vlasic. Vlasic to Bedard and SCORE Bedard hitting it off the post and into the net!”

People in the bar roar with excitement “That shot was nasty” “Bedard is insane tonight”

You keep watching now invested from the energy of the bar. Eight minutes into the third period “Bedard gets a puck to the face, the refs sending him back to the bench”

“He’s still trying to play” people in the bar laughing “he’s bleeding, that kid loves the game look at him”

And you do, you watch as the screen focuses on him, his chin bleeding, the refs guiding him back. You stay until the final goal, you pay your tab. The Blackhawks win 3-2. When your black SUV arrives back at the hotel it’s already 9-10 PM. Your feet are tired, you’re slightly buzzed from the drinks but it’s nothing serious.

You greet the front desk as you pass by them, and head toward the elevators. You hear them before you can see them, the mumbles of people, their steps. As you enter the elevator, a few of them enter with you. You press the button to your floor, and they do the same. You watch the numbers as they go up

The men in the elevator are dressed normally but their energy radiates from them. They mumble and nudge each other until one of them clears his throat 

“Hey sorry my friend here” he says pointing to one of them “he wanted to know if you’re y/n?”

“Yea that’s me” you smile and wave “And what are your names?”

They introduce themselves one by one “Frank” “Alex” “Connor” they all reach their hand out to you and you shake each hand. When you really look at Connor you see the cut on his lip so you ask “Connor as in Connor Bedard? I recognize the cut on your chin from today’s game”

And the other two explode “You watched our game tonight?!”

“Yea you guys we’re great, congrats on the win”

They all say their thank yous harmoniously and laugh nervously. Frank is pulling out his phone “Could we get a picture with you”

“Yea for sure” you smile and fix your hair.

Frank turns the phone and everyone gets into frame he presses his thumb onto the screen taking the photo at least 3. “My girlfriend is a huge fan, she owns everything from your Rhode collaboration.”

“Awh thank you, is she busy? Give her a call I’ll say hi”

“Wait seriously” Frank looks at his phone excitedly. The elevator dings to their floor first, and you follow them out of the elevator. The rings of facetime coming from Frank's phone “What’s her name?” 

“Alexis”

When she answers, Frank positions the phone so you’re in frame “Hi Alexis it’s so nice to meet you!”

“Oh my god I’m sick! No way hiii y/n”

“I have a collaboration with Fenty Beauty coming out soon and I’ll put Frank on the PR list just for you.”

“Thank you so much I love everything you’re in”

“You’re so sweet” you say waving to her “We’ll have to meet at a game some day” you smile and frank says goodbye to her that he loves her and hangs up the phone.

“Thank you so much again”

“Yea no problem, I hope you guys have a goodnight” you press the elevator arrow to go up

“We have a game tomorrow, we can get you seats by the glass, well connor can”

“Really?”

“Yea coach is a big fan of you, i don’t think he’ll mind”

“I would love to go, but I have a flight tomorrow. I really appreciate the offer

“If you’re ever in chicago let us know, we’ll hook you up”

The elevator opens and you walk into the elevator waving to them “it was nice meeting you guys, don’t forget to tag me in that post. Good luck tomorrow and Go Blackhawks!”

As the elevator door closes you can still hear them

“Dude she watched our game tonight”

“Dude she’s sending Alexis PR”

“She’s so pretty in person”

You get to your room and unwind, taking a hot shower, removing your makeup and your bra. You’re laying in bed when you look up the blackhawks on instagram, and follow them _connorbedard, franknazar14, alexiscarmody, and alex.vlasic.

You reload your feed and see franks instagram stories “got to meet the legendary y/n” you like it. And repost it onto your story .And you read the comments.

Blackhawkfan: blackhawks x y/n

Chitownfans: dream blunt rotation

Bedsyluver: crossover i didn’t know i needed

Baldsy98: she’s so pretty

y/nfan4ever: i’m starting a rumor why are her and connor so close

When you notice you’re smiling at the comments you turn your phone off, turn the lights off and go to sleep.

You wake up to your alarm at 7AM, and start your day ,wash your face, brush your teeth and your phone pings.

Manager: Got you breakfast! you have a wardrobe so you can leave comfortable, make up and hair, at 9AM see you soon! 

Manger: Your flight today leaves at 8 PM i sent you the itinerary should be in your email.

As you head downstairs a part of you hopes to see them again, but you don’t. The black SUV picks you up you greet your driver, and you tip him with cash. Your day starts with filming for the press tour

The interviewer asking you “We saw on Frank Nazar's instagram that you met the blackhawks last night how was that”

You’re shocked by the question “They’re great, really cool guys, I’d love to go see a game”

You stop filming by 4PM, and you head back to the hotel to gather your things. The lobby more lively now businessmen and women, a few more casual looking people. You’re scanning for the three guys you met in the elevator but nowhere to be seen. You check out and just as you finalize everything you hear their voices. You turn and see them, Connor is the first to notice you and he waves at you, and you wave back, you start walking towards them and Frank and Alex greet you “y/n hey nice seeing you again”

“I’m just checking out, gotta head to the airport soon”

“We’ll walk you to your car” Connor offers

“I have to call alexis” frank says

“I have to help frank call alexis” alex says and they both walk off

“I will walk you to your car” Connor says

He grabs your bags for you and walks with you outside the black SUV already waiting for you he opens the door for you and stands there

“Have a safe flight”

“Thanks Connor, don’t let a puck hit you in the face again”

He laughs “I make no promises” and he closes your door and waves you off and he doesn't go back inside until the black suv is completely out of view.

At the airport you check your luggage in and go through TSA precheck and wait at your gate. The intercom coming

“flight 6798 is delayed” another 30 minutes go by

“flight 6798 to LA has changed gates to A6" another 30 minutes go by

“Flight 6798 has been delayed”

Another hour goes by and then the intercom comes on again “flight 6798 has been canceled we apologize for the inconvenience…”

You call your manager no answer. Okay thats fine call her again nothing, on the fifth call you give up. You call an uber and head back to the hotel, maybe you can reserve the same room for the night. It’s already 10 PM when you make it, there’s a few people waiting to check in so you get in line, you scroll through your phone, try to call your manager again, and nothing.

You look up wondering why the check in is taking forever and you overhear the conversation.

“Ma’am we apologize but the room you booked states it can sleep four people”

“How can it sleep four people when there are only two beds?”

That conversation goes on for another 15 minutes and you sigh, frustrated, tired, hungry. 

The hotel doors open and in come the blackhawks a few of them walk straight past you others waving at you, Connor and Frank carrying plastic bags. 

“I thought you went to the airport?” Connor asks

“My flight got canceled I’m trying to see if I can get a room for the night”

They look over at the commotion and the line. The silence deafens so you make conversation “What’d you guys get to eat it smells really good”

“Burgers just a few blocks down”

“Come eat with us, seems like it'll be awhile anyways. Once were done you can come back down and figure things out”

“Come eat with us,” Frank says with an easy shrug. “Seems like it’ll be awhile anyways. Once we're done, you can come back down and figure everything out.”

“I should really just wait… I don’t know if they even have any availability-” just then Alex steps over with a grin and takes your carry on and swings the strap over his shoulder

“We can literally hear your stomach rumbling” Frank laughs “We got sweet potato fries” he raises his eyebrows and shrugs his shoulders

Connor tilts his head toward the elevator “Come on”

You don’t even get to answer as the three of them started walking away, not really leaving you with any choice but to follow.

In the elevator you tell them about how your flight had been delayed multiple times, moving to different gates and then ultimately cancelled. 

When you step inside their hotel room, it’s much neater than you expected. 

A few hockey stickers lean against one wall, team issued duffel bags in the corner, a few sneakers lined up by the door.

Frank sets the takeout bags on the small round table, Alex starts unpacking everything. They got burgers, chicken sandwiches, containers of sweet potato fries, and little cups of dipping sauces.

“Make yourself comfortable” Frank says before disappearing into what you assume to be the bathroom.

You settle in one of the chairs, Connor grabs the TV remote, flipping through channels until he lands on what you think is John Wick Chapter 3.

“This good?” he asks

“Works for me”

The four of you squeezed around the table, there were only two dining chairs they let you take one, Connor took the other, Alex pushed one of the arm chairs, and Frank moved one of the benches that sit in front of their beds. It worked out.

Conversation flowed easily between you and them, you asked them about their game, they talked about their pre game sewerball, their different hat tricks and a funny fight that happened. Occasionally, when a commercial wasn’t playing and John Wick was on the screen, it went silent as everyone focused on that and eating.

It felt strange how easy it was to hang out with them after knowing them for not even a few hours.

Three different ringtones break the silence. Alex checks his phone first “Some of the guys are heading out for drinks.

Frank looks at his own screen, typing a quick reply “Are we?” he asks. Alex shrugs “probably”

Connor glances at his phone when it buzzes but he doesn’t bother picking it up. He just reaches for another fry, eyes still fixed on the movie.

Frank stands first, stretching and throwing away his trash “Bedsy, you coming?” Connor still focused on the movie “I’ll meet you guys later”

Alex raises an eyebrow, and Connor nods toward you “Gonna head down with her first, make sure she gets a room”

Frank and Alex look at each other and smile “Alright. Text us.” The two of them grab their wallets, and head out the hotel door clicking shut behind them.

The room suddenly feels much quieter, you shift on the chair. The constant hum of the air conditioner fills the silence while the movie continues playing in the background

Connor doesn't say anything so you don’t either. You two stay where you are seated and pick at the few fries left in a container. You both are deep into one of the many action scenes in John Wick when you both reach for a fry.

Your fingers brush, you both pause. You pull your hand away first, taking a sip of your drink instead.

A commercial comes on, you push your chair back “I’m just gonna use the bathroom”

Connor looks up from the TV and nods.

You take this time to yes use the bathroom but also to breathe, you’re alone in a hotel room with Connor Bedard. This is fine. This is cool. You’re cool. 

You dry your hands, and open the bathroom door about to step out when Connor is standing on the other side, one hand raised, about to knock, in his other hand your phone. “Your manager is calling,” he says, holding it out.

“Oh” you gently take it from him, answering the call, lifting the phone to your ear. “y/n finally, i’m so sorry…” your manager goes on to explain why you weren’t able to reach her “I called the hotel, and got everything sorted. It’s your original room, you just need to get a room key…” You laugh softly at your manager rambling. 

While you listen to your manager, Connor leans against the bathroom doorframe, his arms folded just watching you. Your eyes drift toward him, as you speak to your manager “I’m okay, got something to eat and I’m back at the hotel…” Neither of you look away and once the call ends, you slide your phone back into your pocket. 

“Everything okay?’ he asks

“Yea my manager handled everything, I got the same room just need to get my room key”

“That’s good, I’ll go down with you” Neither of you move. Wanting to linger in each other's presence. The movie continues to play faintly in the background.

“You know I-”

“So I was-”

You both speak trying to break the silence. Connor lets out a quiet laugh rubbing the back of his neck. You smile at him, the two of you have just been standing there, looking at each other, everything feels much smaller. So you test it and you take a step to walk past him, he doesn’t move, just looks down at you, watching to see what you’ll do. So you recover fast

“Does that still hurt?” you point a finger towards the cut on his chin, “The uh- cut on your chin” your finger just barely grazes his chin right where the cut is it’s mostly scabbed over now.

“Nah, it looks bad but it doesn’t hurt." He says as he looks down at your finger then back to your eyes as he runs his thumb along the cut. “I’ve had uh worse”

“Right” you say nodding your head as if knowing the nature of hockey games. The tension you didn’t realize was there until now has made itself undeniable. You take a second and glance at his lips, then back to his eyes and you swallow. A heat of blush settles on your cheeks, he obviously saw that.

Connor moves his thumb from his chin out towards you, cupping your jaw, his fingertips brushing the curve of your ear, his thumb resting below your cheekbone and he leans in closing the gap.

His lips press lightly against yours, it’s more like a question, testing to see if he read the situation right, and when you don’t pull away his hand tightens and he tilts your face up and presses his lips more firmly against yours.

Slow and deep as your lips meet. Your hands glide up from his chest to around his neck, your fingers threading through his hair cradling his head. Connor melts into your touch, his other hand finds your waist, sliding it up your back, pulling you flush against him. You arch into him as he leans down into you.

Connor I-” you say in between a kiss you start to pull away but he pulls you back in, closer not wanting you to go  “I should head back down-” you say as your lips leave him for a slight second. 

He rests his forehead against your’s his eyes hazy “yea” he whispers his thumb brushing your lower lip “you should”

His hands grip your hips and he lifts you the few steps into the bathroom and onto the bathroom counter.

A sound between a sigh and a gasp leaves your mouth as he steps between your knees, his mouth back on yours and he deepens the kiss into something hungrier. His tongue traces your lower lip, and you let him in barely separating your lips and he slips his tongue in.

You’ve never kissed anyone like this before, the want, the need. Connor’s mouth travels down leaving a kiss to your jaw, then under your ear, then to your neck. The feeling of his stubble scratching against your skin has you pressing your thighs together. 

“Connor-” you say again, but his lips come back up meeting yours. You smile into the kiss laughing a little before you pull away needing to breathe, needing a moment. Connors mouth follows yours back, his head leaning into you more. 

You place your hands on his shoulder, pressing lightly, and he stops. His eyes closed not wanting to stop, but he straightens up. The height difference is little with you on the counter looking down at him and him looking up at you.

His hands slide from your waist to your hips, then onto your thighs, his thumbs pressing gentle circles into the fabric.

“Sorry” he says, breathless “I got uh carried away”

Neither of you move, the silence stretches thin, something flickers in his eyes, regret? uncertainty and he starts to step back. You grab the collar of his shirt pulling him back in

“No…no it’s good” your voice coming out steadier than you thought “I just needed a second”

Connor searches your face, then moves his hands off your thighs, onto the counter to the side of your hips “Hey, listen we don’t have to-”

“I want to” you're quick to say, taking a deep breath unsure of where to go from here. “Do you want to..?”

Connor laughs quietly shaking his head “yea I want to I uh” he moves his hands off the counter and onto your hips “just want to make sure you’re comfortable with all of this”

The way he looks up at you, the eye contact he holds is so intense you hold your breath. You move slowly, placing your index finger under his chin, and pull him towards you with no effort and he follows, a small smile tugs at his lips as he leans in.

“Which bed is yours?” you say softly, titling your head. Connor is quick to lift you off the counter , one arm wrapping around your waist like you weigh nothing. Your legs locking around him on instinct, he pushes the bathroom door wider with his free hand, and carries you the short distance from the bathroom to his bed, the one to the left closest to the window.

He lowers you onto the edge of bed, the sheets rumpling beneath you. You sit there looking up at him as he pulls his shirt off, tossing it onto the nightstand. 

You lean back on the bed one hand supporting you, the other reaching out to him as he steps closer letting your hand roam from his chest down to his abs and he just smirks at you

“Are all hockey players built like this?” you tease playfully

He grabs your wrist and leans down, placing a kiss into the palm of your hand as he kneels in front of you. He doesn't answer your question just laughs and shakes his head, his hands finding your hips again “You’re sure about this?” he says raising an eyebrow 

“Yes Connor, I’m sure” you say, grabbing the golden chain around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. 

“Good” he says as his finger curls around your bottoms tugging them off, the force of it pushing you against the mattress as he slides them down your legs, and tossing them over his shoulder. His hands pull your knees apart and he presses a small kiss on your clit, eyes never leaving yours. He licks and sucks your clit. The sensation makes you want to close your legs around him but the sheer strength of him has your legs pressed onto the mattress.

His thumb finds your clit moving in slow circles as his tongue enters you, eating you out until your wet enough, he presses one finger into you slowly, your soft gasps as he starts to suck your clit again. Connors fingers thick. Then he presses two fingers into you moving slowly stretching you out slowly, then he adds another, he watches your face as he slowly pulls his fingers upwards, and in and out of you the squelching sound of you is music to his ears. Clearly the stickhandling from hockey had other uses

Your head tilts up to look at him as your clench the bedsheet beside you “connor please”

Connor doesn’t stop he picks up his pace “yes” he gasps out watching you come on done on his fingers. “You did so good,” he says, taking off his shorts, looking at you panting, sprawled out on the bed. He moves to hover over you, but you manage to gather whatever strength you have left and push him to the side, and you end up straddling his thigh. His gigantic muscular thigh. Connor scoots back, arm around your waist, keeping you on his thigh, until he leans against the headboard. 

You kiss him again his hand tangling in your hair, the other on your waist, you push him away and his hands are already at the hem of your shirt pulling it up and tossing it somewhere. 

You unclasp your bra, and toss it to the side. Connors eyes never leave your, but his hands move up from your hips to your waist to the underside of your boobs he caresses them. He moves them slowly up cupping them his thumb circling around your nipples, not once does he look down at them he keeps looking to your eyes watching your reaction to his touch. 

As you sink down onto him, his forehead presses into yours, the smooth motion of him filling you completely. A low groan tearing from his throat as you full clench around him. His hands slide down to the curve of your hip tracing lazy patterns on your skin, trying to keep his composure as he waits for you to adjust to him, his hands sliding up and down your back.

Your hands fins his shoulders as you steady yourself, you roll your hips in a slow rhythm. You bite your lip holding back your moans as you pick up speed, bouncing on him

Connors hands find your hips, guiding your movements as he watches you with dark, half- lidded eyes “yes” he breathes his voice rough

He thrusts up into you, the bed creaking with the force of each movement, your breasts bouncing with the rhythm. Each thrust driving him deeper into you hitting that spot that makes your toes curl 

Connor slides his hand between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit, pressing tight circles in time with your movements 

Your hips stutter against his as pleasure wracks you a muffled cry escaping as you clench round him riding out every pulse of it 

Connor groans beneath you, his hand gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you through your orgasm, chasing his own. He follows a moment later a groan tearing from his throat as he pulls out quickly spilling onto your stomach .

For a long moment, there’s only heavy breathing and the warmth of two bodies tangled together

Connor reaches up, brushing the loose strands of damp hair away from your face, he leans over to check his phone “The guys are still out” he murmurs after looking up Frank’s location “We’ve got another hour.

He sets his phone down and buries his face into the curve of your shoulder.

“Mmhmm” you mumble sleepily “I’m too tired to do anything”

Connor props himself up on one elbow, one arm still wrapped around your waist as he presses a kiss to your shoulder “C’mon, lets go shower”

You respond by settling into the pillow even deeper “No I’m comfortable here”

“Alright then” the mattress shifts beneath you, Connor moving to slip his arms underneath you, scooping you into his chest, and carrying you to the bathroom “you’ll be more comfortable after a hot shower” he says 

The steam from the shower fills the bathroom as he adjusts the water temperature. He washes your hair first, gently massaging your scalp as the warm water cascades over both of you. 

He accidentally got soap in your eye and you hit his chest, the shower filling with laughter.

Connor steps out first, grabbing a towel for you “Come here” he says as you step out, he gently rubs the towel over your shoulders and arms before he grabs a robe and drapes it around you carefully tying the belt. 

You lean against the sink as you watch him, quickly running the towel through his hair then wrapping it around his waist.

You both wander back into the bedroom to gather your clothes that are scattered throughout the room. You move to Connor’s bed bending down to grab your underwear when the click of the hotel door unlocks

You and Connor snap your heads towards the door and Connor’s eyes go wide “Oh, shit”

Without thinking, he quickly grabs your carryon bag and tosses it over his bed hopefully landing next to you, then he grabs your purse off the table and tosses it toward you, “Catch”

You barely manage to grab it before he starts frantically scooping every piece of your clothing, your top, your bottoms, your shoes, everything that he sees that’s yours he grabs.

He launches the pile into your arms, he grabs your wrist and quickly pulls you down to duck beside the bed just as the door swings open Connor straightens up.

“Bedsy!” Frank calls out while kicking his shoes off. “Where were you? The guys were waiting”

Connor rubs the back of his neck “ I- uh…had to take a shit, my stomach’s been killing me”

Frank makes a disgust look on his face “ain’t no way you stunk up our bathroom”

Connor shrugs, reaching for a t-shirt and pulling it over his head

“So did y/n make it back alright” Frank says as he suddenly pats his pockets

“Yeah” Connor says, reaching for a pair of shorts, and tugging them on under the towel.

“Ah shit, forgot I gave Vlasic my wallet” Frank says turning around, slipping on his slides “I’ll be right, and when I get back” a slow grin spreads on his face “we’re talking about what you two did when we left”

Connor freezes, as Frank laughs before disappearing down the hallway.

As soon as the door clicks shut you stand up from behind the bed, throwing your shoe at Connor. He catches it and walks toward you “I’m sorry” he whispers “ I panicked”

You sit at the edge of his mattress staring at him with a deadpaned face “you panicked?!”

You’re about to say something when the hotel door clicks again. Connor’s head whips toward it “holy shit” he says as he gently pushes you back onto the mattress, pulling the comforter all the way over you. 

He moves onto the other edge of the bed, switching off the lamp, and sitting directly in front of the person-shaped lump beneath the blankets.

Frank walks back in “Dude, you'll never believe it. Vlasic was literally outside”

Connor sits crossing his legs and laughs “crazy dude”

Frank narrows his eyes “You good bedsy?”

“Yeah” Connor stretches dramatically, as he lays onto the mattress, throwing an arm over his eyes  “just tired”

Frank shrugs “Alright, I’m gonna shower” he rummages through his suitcase, something catching his attention

“...Connor” Frank holds up a bra between his two fingers “dude, come on”

Connor peaks beneath his arm “What?” Frank shakes his head “If you’re gonna have a girl in here, make sure her stuff doesn’t end up in my suitcase. Are you trying to get me killed?

“The hell are you talking about?” Connor sits up, as Frank tosses the bra at him, it hitting Connor in the chest.

Frank stares at him like he lost his mind “I seriously thought you had a thing for y/n” Connor looks away “I swear she likes you” frank laughs.

Connor looks at him “You think?”

Frank points at him “Dude, we left you alone with her twice” he spreads his hands dramatically “

“Ain’t no way Connor Bedard hottest in the league right now, fumbles y/n l/n, get yours eyes off the puck for a second bedsy”

Connor smiles “you really think she’s into me?”

Frank blinks “Dude don’t be stupid” he shakes his head and grabs the rest of his stuff disappearing into the bathroom, a few moments later the shower starts running.

You take this as your chance to slip out from beneath the blankets, taking a breath of fresh hair, Connor looks over. Your eyes meet as you both burst into quiet laughter. You reach over to grab your bra

The bathroom door swings open “hey did-” Frank stands there holding your phone. He just stares. Everyone freezes. “...left their phone here-”

Your hand slowly picks up your bra from beside Connor. Connor rubs the back of his neck. You shove the bra underneath the blanket and look up at Frank with the sweetest smile you could managed “Hey Frank” 

“Hey y/n” he tosses your phone, Connor catching it and placing it on the nightstand. 

“Bedsy..” Frank laughs, shaking his head “I cannot believe this is actually happening right now”

Connor sighs “Frank…go shower”

Frank still chuckling to himself “alright alright” and he disappears back into the bathroom. Connor walks over to his suitcase digging through it, he brings you back a a shirt, and a pair of shorts 

“The best I got for you” you pull them on. The shirt swallowing you whole, hanging mid thigh, the shorts are a different story, you have to roll them several times just for them to stay up. You plant your hands on your hips and look at him 

“Serously?” you say. Connor’s smile widens “You look cute”

Frank leaves the bathroom with a towel hanging around his neck “Aww Bedsy, and little Bedsy” he grins as he climbs into bed, folding his hands behind his head. 

“Alright you two had your fun, none of that while I’m here” 

Connor’s face turns red “I-we weren’t- dude, come on” Frank just grins as he closes his eyes.

You crawl back onto Connor’s bed, you and Connor settling into bed. 

“Goodnight you two, no funny business I mean it” Frank says turning in bed.

In the morning, multiple alarms blast throughout the room. Connor groans first, still half asleep, his hand finds your waist giving it a sleepy pat before he drags himself toward the bathroom.

You sit up slowly watching him go inside the bathroom. As the door closes you look over at Frank. He already pushed himself up on one elbow a grin on his face “so… you and Connor Huh” he wiggles his eyebrows.

You lay back down groaning “it’s too early for this” 

“Didn’t take you two very long to you know…” 

You laugh throwing one of Connor’s pillow at him “shut up, frank”

Frank catches it easily, laughing before he tosses it back.

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_connorbedard sent you a message.

You panic. Oh shit oh shit. You toss your phone back onto your bed as if it burned you, looking around the room. Is this a joke? Is this real?

You dive for your phone on the bed. Opening Instagram swiping to the messages a series of DMS, you and your friends sharing reels, and his DM sits at the top.

Connor Bedard 2 new messages

When you open it you see an attachment, a picture of a steak, with broccoli and roasted sweet potatoes.

CB: went back and bought a steak, what do we think?

This is so real oh shit. okay. Act natural. Be normal. 

you: looks good, nice sides.

That was good, nice, simple. Normal enough. Right? You send it and you wait. 

You wait for a few minutes and no answer. You decide it’s best to just wait, he’s eating his dinner. You lock your phone, and put it down. You go clean up your kitchen, making sure your doors are locked, tidying up your apartment. 

Then finally you lay back in bed. And still nothing. That’s fine, it's fine. You doomscroll on TikTok or even Twitter. And when you circle to instagram you think about sending him reels you think he’d like but maybe that’s weird.

So you do what any sane person does, you look through your own instagram feed, making sure everything looks nice, checking through your highlights, archiving certain stories, unarchiving other pictures.

Alright one last look and then you'll go to bed. You open the messenger portion of Instagram and there it is.

Seen 

Connor Bedard had left you on seen. The slight devastation weighs on your chest. And you sigh, charging your phone and setting it on your nightstand. You toss and turn trying to sleep. But sleep felt like it was never going to come, until it did randomly.

You woke up to your alarm blasting at 6:30 AM, feeling no where near rested. You don’t bother to check your phone, you just turn the alarm off. 

Lucky for you, you had to go to work, which helped you not check your phone every 10 seconds to see if he finally replied to you.

When you got home from work, you placed everything down and went straight into cooking, for if you didn’t you’d sit and rot the rest of the day away. The food was nothing special, just something fulfilling. And then an idea pops into your head, you plate it nicely in a way that you wouldn’t really eat it but nice for a cute little instagram story and then you hit post.

You prop your phone up opening youtube, scrolling to find something to watch while you ate, and then the notification came

_connorbedard liked your story.

Connor Bedard 2 new messages.

The food you stabbed onto your fork and almost put in your mouth falls back onto your plate. You open his messages.

CB: oh shit my bad i thought i replied 

Replied to your story -> CB: looks good what is it 

You: Leftover pasta I had in the fridge, just made it look fancy

CB: so you’re not just a steak expert your a whole chef

You: it’s leftovers from a cooking class I took lol, nothing special

CB: cooking classes? Which one?

You: Sur La Table I like the instructor, he does them on Thursday nights

CB: lemme go to the next one with you 

You choke on your food, basically dying. WITH YOU. You reach over and grab a glass of water sipping it in between coughing. Your fingers move quickly, go to the maps app and getting the address

You: I’m going to the one this Thursday if you’re free

You: 900 North Michigan Ave Chicago, IL 60611 that’s the address 

_connorbedard liked your message.

CB: see you thursday

You like his message and jump out of your seat. Oh wow, okay you’re going to a cooking class with Connor. Connor Bedard. Be so normal about this right now. This is so normal.

The days roll by slowly, aggravatingly slowly. Just 3 very slow days until Thursday. You decided to start sending Connor stupid reels you think he’d find funny, he just reacts to them and that’s about it.

You take what you can get, an interaction is an interaction. Thursday finally comes, after work you’re quick to go straight home, and get yourself together with the work air leaving you looking dull.

You tie your hair up nicely with a few face framing pieces, and you wear something appropriate for a cooking class but still very cute. You look at yourself in the mirror before you’re out the door. 

The bus stop isn’t too far from your apartment. You’re used to public transportation, it’s cheaper than getting a car, and then having to pay for a parking spot at your apartment. You greet the bus driver as you step in and there you go. On your way to the cooking studio.

Usually you would have texted Connor confirming he was still going, but a part of you just hoped that you didn’t have to and he’d still be there. 

Off the bus and walking down the street to the cooking studio a sigh of relief hits you as you see Connor standing outside the entrance, he has one hand tucked in his pocket, and the other holding his phone. He glances around and once he sees you he locks the phone and slides it into his pocket.

“Hey you made it” you stay standing in front of him

“Yea I uh did”

You smile at him, it’s a little awkward than your first interaction with him but it’s a cute awkward. Connor moves first, reaching out and pulling the door open

“After you” he says, using his other hand to gesture you in.

“Thanks”

As you two enter the building, you lead him upstairs into the studio space. As you two climb each step the smell of garlic and fresh bread fills the air and your stomach rumbles. 

The chef recognizes you and greets you warmly “y/n! Back again! My star student has brought a friend!

“Hi Chef, this is Connor. Connor this is Chef Vito”

“Welcome Connor! Go follow y/n she’ll get you situated, perfect timing we’re doing partner work today.” Chef Vito says waving his hands enthusiastically, as he moves on to greet the other people who’ve walked in.

You move aside to grab an apron off of one of the hooks, and Connor follows you doing the same. You get situated at your usual station, Connor standing next to you looking at everything.

As more people pile into the room. Connor picks up the recipe card 

“Wow Lemon herb chicken, with roasted vegetables and fresh pasta”

Connor looks between the ingredients and you and before you can speak you gets cut off by the 

“Hello everyone! Welcome and thank you for attending Sur La Table. I saw a few familiar faces today, beautiful beautiful. I love seeing you all come back. Now today as you see on the card on your station we are making Pollo al Limone con Verdure e Pasta Fresca or Lemon Chicken with Vegetables and Fresh Pasta”

Chef Vito begins talking about the importance of safety and cleanliness as he does at the start of every class. Then he starts demonstrating the first steps. You and Connor follow each step and slowly but surely all the ingredient prep comes together.

You and Connor stand at the stove watching the pan heat up. Chef Vito in the background saying “Once the oil shimmers, you are ready to place the chicken, gently of course place it gently, it’s already dead it cannot hurt you”

Connor moves to grab the chicken, and places it into the pan. The immediate sizzle of the oil is satisfying until the tiny droplets of oil jump out from the skillet splash onto Connor’s arm. He gasps quietly, his arm flinching away. He looks at the stove as if it purposefully attacked him and he backs away. 

“You good?” you ask trying not to burst out in laughter at him. You watch the chicken, stepping into the open space that Connor left

“It attacked me” he says as the oil in the pan continues to pop. You grab the tongs, and flip the chicken over. A beautiful golden brown shimmering. Connor moves strategically, hiding behind you but looking over your shoulder.

Chef Vito gives more instructions to which you try to focus on but you can feel the height difference, and the heat that radiates off of Connor and presses into your back as he hovers over you.

While you stay at the stove now working on the vegetables, Chef Vito has instructed the other person to work on the pasta. You let Connor be on pasta duty since you’ve done it multiple times already. 

You glance over at him, Connor is very focused, his tongue pressed lightly out in concentration as he kneads the dough, following every single one of Chef’s directions.

“Hey can you throw some more flour on here” Connor asks you his head turning toward you

“Yea give me a second” you say, placing your wooden spoon down. You look around at the station and reach across Connor, your chest brushing against his arm as you reach for the flour that was placed in front of him. You take a small amount and sprinkle it onto the board 

“Good?”

“Good, thanks” and you two are back to work. You go back to your pan of vegetables, pushing them around, they glisten back at you, the smell of them just makes you hungry.

Chef Vito interrupts your vegetable focus “A great chef always tastes their food, so go on give it a taste, maybe it needs a little more seasoning, you’d never know until you give it a bite”

You stab one of the vegetables with a clean fork, lowering the heat. You blow on the small piece before putting it in your mouth. Connor looks at you he raises an eyebrow 

“I don’t know it’s missing something” you say pointing the fork at him. 

“Lemme try,” he says.

You don’t think you just stab another piece, blow on it and then you’re bringing it over to Connor. One hand hovering below in case it falls and you feed him.

Connor looks at the piece, before he leans forward and takes a bite, his head nodding as he dissects the flavours. The eye contact you two make as he chews is something that feels intimate, the heat flushing to your cheeks but mentally you blame it on the hot kitchen.

“It’s good, maybe more lemon?” Connor says. You don’t answer him back, just turn around back to the stovetop.

“More lemon” you mutter to yourself, as you grab the lemon juice drizzling it over and giving it another stir.

The meal comes together piece by piece. The finished product is beautiful. Chef Vito shows everyone how to plate it and claps his hands together.

“Well done everybody! Look at how beautiful your plates are! Now the best part of cooking is eating. We have tables available inside, or if you prefer, you’re welcome to eat outside on the balcony. Take your time and enjoy!”

You and Connor take your aprons off placing them back on their hooks, when you two rach your station again Connor carefully picks up your two plates and looks at you

“Where do you wanna sit?”

“I usually eat on the balcony, if you’re okay with that”

“Yea”

You lead Connor out to the balcony. It’s decorated cutely with string lights and it overlooks Chicago in a beautiful way. The sun has just started to set the clouds painted with hues of orange and blue. 

You pick your usual corner, Connor placing the plates down, and pulling your chair out first and then settling into his. You both pull out your phone and take pictures. Usually you spend the time to post it but you just slip your phone back into your pocket, Connor doing the same.

You and Connor both meticulously create the perfect bite a piece of the chicken, a piece of a vegetable and some pasta. You two lift your forks with silent cheers and then you two eat.

The flavours bursting on your tongue and you nod your head satisfied 

“now that’s amazing” Connor says covering his mouth slightly as he chews

“Right? Chef Vito is the best his recipes are to die for”

“And you do this every Thursday?”

“Most Thursdays, just depends on what he’s making”

You and Connor enjoy the meal, talking about the process of making it. He asks you what other recipes you’ve made in class before. Time goes by fast, your plates are cleared, and the quiet stretches as you two just watch the view. The ambience of it all is peaceful. 

You notice at least half the class has left and you glance at him once before looking down at your plate, using your fork to glide along the remaining juices from the food.

“You got any plans after this?” you ask him

“No, you?”

“No, probably just go home after this” you say shaking your head softly

Before Connor can speak again Chef Vito approaches the table “Did you guys enjoy the food?”

“Yes it was so good, your recipes are always amazing” you say smiling at him 

“Oh no no, you two did all the work, it is not me, it is you that makes the food amazing! y/n it’s nice to see you again. Bring your friend again next Thursday. We're doing a special for couples. It is date night, yes!” Chef Vito looks at the both of you nodding his head enthusiastically 

“Thank you, we’ll be there Chef” Connor smiles and says.

 “I see you next Thursday then!” Chef Vito smiles and moves onto another table.

You blink a couple of times processing what Connor had just agreed to. You look up at him about to speak, but Connor is quick to stand up, picking up your guys plates and putting them in the bin with all the other dirty dishes. He walks back to the table just standing there waiting for you.

“You ready?” you ask him as you stand up and grab your purse

“Yea”

You two wave goodbye to Chef Vito, Connor follows behind you as you two head downstairs, leaving the building. You open the door, stepping out waiting for him. The two of you just stand there for a second not sure where to go from here looking around taking in how much time has passed since.

You take out your phone, taking pictures of the golden hour aesthetic beaming across Chicago. Connor just watches you as you take your pictures.

“Have you ever been on the Riverwalk?” he asks

“I don’t think so, I haven’t really had time to explore Chicago just yet”

“If you have time the uh DuSable Bridge isn’t too far from here”

“The DuSable Bridge?”

“Yea it's a great place to start the Riverwalk, right into the action of everything, good view. It’s like a 20 minute walk that way” he says pointing down the street.

“Alright lead the way then”

Connor starts walking a few steps ahead of you leading you down the street, he slows down his pacing noticing how far behind you are. As you two walk together you notice that Connor always takes the spot closest to the street. If someone is coming up quickly behind you two, his hand finds the small of your back very briefly, gently guiding you to the side so they can pass.

At every crosswalk Connor reaches for the button first, already checking for traffic before you two start walking again. He’s attentive and aware of his surroundings so much so that he shifts closer, placing himself between you and anyone that he sees acting strangely.

And when you finally make it to the DuSable Bridge, Connor is leading you down the Riverwalk to get the best view as the sun finally sets and the city lights glow. You stand there for a second just taking in the view, before taking your phone out and taking pictures. 

You get a few candid photos of Connor showing it to him, and then he’s taking a few of you. The two of you take a second just scrolling on your phones, checking for any notifications that the two of you missed from being immersed with each other's presence.

You pocket your phone first, just watching Connor. “I should head back home, I don’t want to miss my bus”

“Oh, I could just drive you home? It’s kind of late to be taking the bus you know?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yea it’s not a problem. My car is parked back that way” He says pointing down the street somewhere.

And just like that you two were walking back down the street together.

“I parked right over here” he says digging into his pockets for his car keys and unlocking the door, he moves to the passenger side opening the door for. He hands you his phone with the maps app already open and you type your address in and hit go. Connor is quick to turn music on, and adjust the air conditioning in the car “if it’s too cold just let me know” he says as he places one arm back, behind your seat and he starts backing out. 

You watch as the city slips by, the skyscrapers coming and going, the city lights blurring. At every red light, Connor steals a glance at you, his fingers tap absentmindedly against the steering wheel, matching the beat of the song playing. It’s a comfortable silence after a long day.

Your apartment building comes into view and you’re already mentally preparing for your time with Connor to be over. He pulls up to the curb and shifts the car into park. He turns the engine off, and he turns toward you

“Hey thanks for taking me to the class, Chef Vito is a cool guy” he says

“No problem, I’m glad you liked it, thank you for showing me the DuSable bridge” you unbuckle your seat belt and turn towards him. 

Connor gives you a small shrug “Figured everyone should see it at least once you know”

A bit of silence fills the car neither of you moves to get out, so you ask the question you've been dying to ask

“So are you actually coming next Thursday? Or will I be letting Chef Vito down gently?” You tilt your head

“I told Chef we’d be there, so we will be there” 

“Alright then, I’ll see you again on Thursday.” You smile

The eye contact that you two were making during that entire conversation makes the air inside his car feel so much smaller. You look away, first eyes drifting to his lips, then back to his eyes. Connor notices and slowly leans in, you mouth slowly, closing the distance inch by inch 

“What are you doing” you say softly almost like a whisper

“Just seeing where this goes” he says, closing the distance. His lips meet yours gently at first, but you deepen the kiss to which he responds by resting his hand lightly against your cheek as he kisses you back.

The center console of his car digs into your rigs and you pull back “Want to come up?” you ask leaning back.

“Yea’ Connor says as he’s already unbuckling his seatbelt, and unlocking the doors. He gets out of the car first, and walks around opening the passenger side door before you can do it yourself.

The two of you are walking into your apartment building.

~ Hiii to all my new followers, I just wanted to say wow, thank you so much for all the love with Whole Foods. I'm actually really surprised at the amount of love for it. If you haven't read Turbulence, you should or don't up to you ~

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You had just moved to Chicago, settling into your new apartment near West Loop. The timing of everything was crazy, new apartment, flying out of state to go visit family it was like a mini vacation. 

Here you are, fridge empty, no snacks in the pantry, nothing. So a trip to Whole Foods is your main priority. The walk wasn’t too bad- a good 10 minutes away. When you finally reach Whole Foods you check your phone.

You scroll through the grocery list you made- just a few items you need to make something, to have just anything. 

Broccoli, tomato, sweet potatoes

Berries, Pears, Dates

Chicken, steak

Maybe pasta

Slowly but surely, you crossed everything off one by one. Now you’re just walking around aimlessly in the store, seeing if anything new catches your eye, if anything looks yummy to snack on, and there it is a garlic and chive goat cheese spread.

And instantly it’s in your basket, and to pair with it, you think sweet potato chips. You’re walking down the chip aisle, excited to try the combination you envisioned in your head to be amazingly satisfying, the crunch of the chip mixed with the creaminess of the spread. It’s just perfect.

You spot the chips on the very top shelf. Not a problem, you think and you reach up, stretching onto your tiptoes. Your finger manages to graze the bag, and you push the bag even further.

“Fuck” you mutter to yourself, glancing around the aisle. It’s empty. Great.

Your shoulders slump, and you walk slowly, peeking your head out to see who’s in the next aisle over a few elderly women short like you, a grandpa here, and a family too busy handling their own kids. You're searching for someone taller than you, approachable.

A few aisles later, you circle back to the produce section, exchanging your spread for a much colder one, and you spot someone. A guy standing by the pre-packaged food, looking down at his phone like he was searching for something.

He’s wearing a white baseball cap, a plain white shirt, black shorts, and, surprisingly, a pair of slides and white socks.

Huh. Socks and sandals. They don’t look that bad on him. The most important thing is that he looked tall, way taller than you. So you approach him.

"Hi, excuse me... do you think you could help me reach something off the top shelf?"

He looked up from his phone, glancing around before he answers you "...Uh, sure."

He slips his phone into his pocket and follows you back to the chip aisle.

You point toward the shelf.

"It's just those sweet potato chips. I pushed them too far back for me to grab."

He reaches up without even stretching, pulling the bag forward, and hands it to you.

"Here you go."

"Thanks."

You place the chips into your basket before glancing into his.

Three containers of avocado and a pack of dates…interesting

He noticed you looking and laughed.

"Uhh, just grabbing a few things...you've got a lot more groceries than I do. They all fit in that basket?"

"Just barely," you smile. “ I just got back from visiting family, so I had to do a mandatory grocery run… gonna make a steak for dinner”

"Oh cool that sounds good"

“Yea can’t go wrong with a good ol’ steak”

"How do you make it? I've been trying to cook more."

"It's honestly super easy—"

Before you could explain, a couple excited voices echoed from the end of the aisle.

"Oh my God!"

"Connor!"

You both turn, two kids, wearing a Chicago Blackhawks jersey with BEDARD 98 stitched across the back come walking toward him waving their hands.

"No way, it's actually Connor Bedard!"

The guy who helped you grab your chips lets out a soft sigh as he smiles waving at them 

"Hey, guys"

"Can we please get a picture with you please?"

"Of course."

You blink….Connor... Bedard? The name meant absolutely nothing to you…

"Here," you offer, setting your basket on the floor. "I can take the pictures for you guys"

The kid excitedly hands you his phone and stands next to Connor.

You snap a couple photos of each of them standing beside him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Thanks, Connor!"

"Good luck this season!"

The two kids wave goodbye, looking at the photo on the phone, still talking about how they met Connor Bedard and how unreal it is.

"Soo...you’re an athlete?" you say as you pick your basket up again.

“Yea I play hockey for the Blackhawks ”

“Oh very cool” you smile and nod your head

"You don't watch hockey?" he looks surprised 

"Not really…sorry" you say scratching the back of your head.

You see the kids peek again around the aisle pointing at him. Connor lets out a small laugh.

"They're always so excited."

"I think you made their day."

He rubs the back of his neck.

You smile at him “It was nice meeting you Connor, thank you again for the help”

“Yea no problem, I didn’t get your name?”

“Oh right” you laugh “It’s y/n”

“y/n” he repeats “the uh steak how are you gonna cook it?”

"Well, I always season my steak first, get a really good crust on it, then baste it with butter, fresh rosemary, and garlic," you explain. Connor listens with genuine interest, occasionally glancing over at you as you two walk through the store, grabbing a few more items.

Your basket grows heavy the next time you place it down to grab something. He picked it up for you, and he ends up carrying your basket along with his as you both walk over to the meat section.

You stop in front of the display case pointing through the glass 

"Sirloin is a solid everyday steak. It's leaner, flavorful, and usually pretty affordable. Ribeye has a lot more marbling, so it's richer and more tender. Tri-tip is great if you're feeding a few people, and chuck roast is what I'd grab for something like pot roast since it gets incredibly tender after cooking low and slow."

Connor nods thoughtfully, following your finger as you point out each cut.

“I usually go with a sirloin but when I want to treat myself I get this” you smile tapping at the glass in front of another package “Filet mignon, ridiculously tender, highly recommended”

"So you're basically a steak expert."

"I wouldn't go that far," you said with a grin. "I just really like cooking. And I watch a lot of Food Network"

Your conversation with Connor drifted naturally, you just kept talking and he just kept listening. You talked about using cast-iron skillets versus grilling or even smoking meat, letting the steak rest before slicing into it. You both talked about different sides that you like paired with your steaks. 

Eventually you two slowly made your way through the rest of the store, reaching the checkout lanes. 

Connor set his basket onto the conveyor behind yours, and as the cashier began scanning your groceries, his eyes wandered over the items you'd picked out.

You're looking at the screen mentally noting how much you're spending. As the total flashes across the screen and the cashier is stacking your basket, you're moving to grab your wallet out of your purse when Connor says “it’s all together” and the cashier just nods and starts scanning his few items adding them to yours.

You glance over at him with your wallet now in hand “What- what are you doing?”

Connor just casually slides his card toward the terminal, paying for everything. 

You blink a few times “Why’d you do that? You didn’t need to do that?”

Connor just laughs, looking over at you with a sheepish smile. “ I know, I wanted to… consider it a thank you for all the advice”

As the receipt prints and the cashier finishes bagging the items. Connor is quick to reach them, grabbing them by the handle and carrying all three of them, his eyes ushering you to start walking.

The two of you stepped outside together, the sunsetting. 

“Let me carry at least one of them” you reach for one, and he moves it away from you 

“They’re already in my hands, just lead the way where’s your car?”

“I don’t have a car I walked here”

“Oh” Connor shifts the bags from one hand to the other handing you yours, he rubs the back of his neck, glancing around before looking back at you.

“Thanks again for the advice about the steak”

“Thank you for grabbing my chips”

You two just stand there for a moment looking at each other then glancing around as people walk by and the sunset starts to set even more.

“I should get going, don’t want to walk around in the dark with my hands full”

“Right…”

“It was nice meeting you Connor, good luck with the steak and your hockey season” You smile at him one last time before walking to your apartment.

Back at your apartment you placed the groceries on your counter, organizing them and putting them away. You take a long hot shower not believing the interaction you had at a Whole Foods. Then it dawns on you. You finish your shower and eagerly step out wrapping a towel around you.

Grabbing your phone lying on your bed, you type into instagram Connor Bedard. And you follow him. Nothing happens, you’re not sure what you were expecting to happen within less than 5 minutes. So you look him up on YouTube. Connor Bedard several videos pop up

My Path to Chicago | Connor Bedard

Every Single One of Connor Bedard's NHL Goals...So Far

CONNOR BEDARD End of Season Highlights

You spend the next 2 hours watching his highlights and Every Shift episodes when your phone hits you with the 20% or low power mode option. You sigh and stand up, plugging your phone in to charge, and you go get properly dressed.

You head to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing the garlic and chive goat cheese spread along with your sweet potato chips that were in the small pantry.

The combination is just as you pictured, and you enjoy them happily. You go back to your room to check how much your phone charged, and you see the instagram notification

_connorbedard sent you a message.

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You make it through TSA with a relieved sigh, you look behind you at the line that had doubled in size. You stand beside the conveyor belt as the bins of your stuff slowly roll towards you.

You slip your shoes back on, and shrug on your zip-up hoodie over your shoulders. You reach for your carry-on as it rolls down. You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, as you pull your suitcase behind you.

The airport is already buzzing around you. There are families gathered around departure screens, children tugging excitedly at their parent’s hands, and business travelers weaving through the crowd with coffee in one hand and rolling luggage in the other.

You check your boarding pass for your gate F28 you say to yourself, repeating it as you glance up at the overhead signs reading each one until you see it F28.

You follow the signs and weave through the terminal until your gate finally comes into view. You pull out your phone at 08:00. Exactly thirty minutes before your flight leaves, and right on time for boarding.

Usually you arrive at the airport insanely early, thinking that waking up at 5 AM would be enough time, but being stuck in traffic for an hour proved you wrong. You decided not to stress over it considering when you got there the TSA had only 10 people in line and by the time you left there were 20-25 people lined up. 

None of that matters now you made it through TSA, your gate exists and you made it on time, and you can sleep on the plane and forget that stress ever existed.

You glance at your boarding pass again 16E (middle seat) you sigh to yourself “great, this is great” you mutter under your breath.

You walk over to the windows overlooking the runway. So many planes, and you watch as the baggage crew in the bright orange vests go from one aircraft to the next. It’s cloudy outside, overcast probably just the morning settling in, and you yawn.

You stare out the window until you hear “Now boarding group four. Group four please line up on the right side of the pillar. If you are not in Group four please remain seated until your group is called”

You straighten up, grabbing your suitcase as the line begins to form. A few minutes later, you scan your boarding pass for the gate agent, and you walk through the jet bridge.

You breathe in the recycled cabin air the second you step onto the aircraft

“Good Morning” one of the flight attendants says with a wam smile.

“Good morning” you smile back as you slowly make your way down the narrow aisle, quietly counting the row numbers 

10…

12…

14…

16.

You notice that the guy in front of you stops in the same row. He has a black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, and he’s dressed comfortably in a black hoodie and matching sweatpants. He slides his backpack off his shoulder and steps into the row, sliding into the window seat with ease. He tucks the backpack beneath the seat in front of him leaning against his seat, the brim of his cap covering most of his face.

You lift your carry-on suitcase and place it in the overhead bin and slide into the middle seat next to him, tucking your backpack beneath the seat in front of you and you fasten your seatbelt. You pull your headphones over your ears as the aircraft slowly fills with passengers. 

Someone struggles to fit their suitcase into the overhead bin, a flight attendant helps an older couple find their seats, and just a few rows ahead you can hear a child crying.

A few minutes later, the cabin doors close with a soft thud. And the safety demonstration beings, and once it’s finished the captains voice comes over the intercom 

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for choosing Blank Airlines today. Welcome aboard our Boeing 737-900 with nonstop service. Flight time today will be approximately four hours and forty-four minutes."

The man beside you quietly reaches up and adjusts the air vent above his seat before settling back against the window. He slips one earbud in, leaving the other dangling loosely over his hoodie.

You lean your head back against the seat, getting comfortable for the planeride. 

"So far," the captain continues, "our route looks smooth but we may experience some moderate turbulence later due to weather, so when the seatbelt sign is illuminated, please remain seated for your safety."

You’ve flown enough to have experienced some turbulence, it’s a few bumps. Nothing serious.

The plane begins to push back from the gate. You turn your head to look out the window as the terminal slowly drifts away. The engine begins to roar, the plane picks up speed and a few seconds later, the wheels leave the ground  and the steady climb through the clouds fades into the familiar rhythm of cruising altitude.

Beside you, the man by the window glances over. You look away from the window, tugging your hood over your head and closing your eyes, the gentle hum of the engines, combined with your lack of sleep, is just enough for you to drift asleep. An hour or two later...

The plane gives a small shake, typical turbulence. Then another small shake. You keep your eyes closed, taking a deep breath.

Then the captain's voice crackles over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're beginning to pass through the weather system we mentioned before departure. We'll be experiencing some turbulence, so we've turned the seatbelt sign back on. Our flight attendants will remain seated until it's safe to continue cabin service."

You hear it through your headphones, the turbulence wasn’t so bad, you raise the volume on your headphones and sink further into your seat.

The aircraft bounces lightly once or twice before it smoothes out again. You’re finally about to fall asleep when the plane drops.

Your stomach lurches into your throat, the overhead bins rattle violently, and a chorus of startled gasps fills the cabin. Your eyes fly open and your hand shoots out and grabs the forearm of the man beside you.

Your fingers tighten around the sleeve of his hoodie. The plane shudders again before it starts to level out. 

Reality catches up with you, and you immediately let go, bringing your hand to your chest  “oh my gosh, I’m so sorry” you say as heat rushes to your cheeks “I’ve never felt turbulence like that before” 

The man looks down at the spot where you grabbed his arm, and he looks back at you. He doesn’t pull away, just gives you a small, reassuring smile. “It’s okay.” His voice is calm and quieter than you'd expect “That one was….pretty rough”

You let out a nervous laugh “yea it was” you sink back into your seat, taking a deep breath as the cabin settles, leaving behind the occasional light vibration.

You fidget with the seatbelt, trying to take your mind off of what just happened. Then you unlock your phone, scrolling aimlessly through your downloaded songs.

You switch songs, lock your phone again, unlock it again and pick another one trying to keep your mind occupied.

The man beside you notices your nervous rhythm, he hesitates before he speaks “Do you fly often?” he asks you.

You look down at your phone then lock it again as you glance over at him “a few times a year”

“So this isn’t your first flight”

“No, but it is my first flight that’s tried to throw me out of my seat.” you smile sheepishly

The man laughs, a genuine laugh that’s quiet but warm “I don’t think the turbulence is quite there yet” he says

“Let’s hope it doesn’t get there” you steal a glance toward the window, it’s nothing but gray clouds, and you immediately look away. The man notices “Sometimes it helps not to look”

You laugh nervously and smile “right don’t look, thanks”

He pulls down the window cover. “I’ve made the same mistake”

“Really?”you tilt your head, he just nods “I fly a lot” he shrugs

You’re about to ask him a question when the plane jerks sharply to the side, a startled squeak escapes before you can stop it and your hand latches onto his arm again. Your eyes scan the cabin quickly before another jolt of the plane causes you to shut your eyes.

“I thought the turbulence was over”

You keep your eyes shut as you focus on controlling your breathing.

The man looks down at your hand gripping his sleeve, unsure of what to do. His fingers twitch slightly against his sweatpants. Then almost awkwardly he turns his hand over and gently rests it on top of yours. He doesn’t hold , or squeeze your hand, just lets it be there. 

“You’ll be okay” his voice is barely a whisper. Another bump rocks the plane and he gives your hand a little pat “It’s just some rough air” 

“Yea just some rough air” you nod. You settle back into your seat, your hand still gripping onto him like he’s the only thing keeping you safe from the plane plummeting to the ground. 

The turbulence begins to fade, and the violent jolts become gentle bumps and the ride smooths out altogether. The ding of the seatbelt sign going off allows you to slowly loosen your grip, and you slowly pull your hand back into your lap.

You both let out a breath neither of you realized you were holding. You tap on the seatback screen, the update showing Estimate time remaining: 1 hour, 12 minutes.

You groan dramatically “Another hour”

The man besides you chuckles “It should stay smooth like this the rest of the way” he says

“Good” you mumble with a tired sigh “Because I need to sleep” you say, adjusting the hood over your head settling deeper into your seat, folding your arms across your chest, you let your eyes drift shut.

Within minutes, your breathing evens out in a slow rhythm. Your head begins to tilt to the side, and you jolt awake just enough to catch yourself before it drops completely. A few minutes later, it happens again 

The man besides you notices, a smile twitches on his lips as he watches your silent battle with exhaustion. He looks away pretending not to notice as he debates what to do.

He hesitates, then he’s shifting in his seat, straightening his posture and angling his shoulder just enough to offer you something steady to lean against.

Your head dips again, you catch it again, and on the third time, your body finally gives in. Your cheek rests gently against his shoulder.

He freezes, slowly glances down for the briefest moment, the corners of his lips soften into a small smile and a few minutes later he’s closing his eyes. The soft hum of the engine lulling you both to sleep.

The gentle thud of the landing gear beginning to lower, wakes you up, you shift your body a little, you're comfortable, that’s weird. You open your eyes, blinking slowly. And your heart nearly stops. 

You feel weight against your head. The man beside you, his head somehow came to rest lightly against yours. You close your eyes again unsure of what to do. You fell asleep on his shoulder, and then he fell asleep on top of you, you can’t wake him up, that would be tude. You get lost in your train of thought, when you feel his head lift first.

You freeze, keeping your eyes closed. “fuck he’s awake now.” you think to yourself

He blinks a few times, trying to orient himself before realizing exactly what happened. He doesn’t wake you up. He slides the window cover back up, watches as the plane hits the ground with a firm bump and the engines reverse, slowing the aircraft down.

The captain's voice comes over the speakers once more.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Chicago. Local time is 12:47 p.m. Please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened until we've reached the gate."

You decide now is the best time to “wake up” and you shift again, raising your head off his shoulder. You turn to him and your eyes meet.

His cheeks flush at the proximity

Before you can apologize he says “we just landed”

You smile and pull away clearing your throat “Oh good, we survived” You stretch in your seat, unlocking your phone a few messages from your roommate Mia.

Mia: Have a safe flight! <3

Mia: Did you land yet??

Mia: Text me when you’re on the way home

You: Just landed, i’ll be home soon :)

You lock your phone as the aircraft finally comes to a stop, you glance at the man beside you, catching the small glimpse of his screen, dozens of notifications lighting up before he turns it face down and slips it into his pocket.

Seatbelts click open, several people standing up despite the aisle being blocked. You stay seated, and so does the man beside you. You both just wait, there’s no rush. 

“I don’t know how people do 12 hour flights, I can’t barely do 4 hours” you mutter mainly to yourself 

“Yea…long flights aren’t my favorite” he says

“Do you fly often?” you ask

“I do” is all he says

“For like work?” you tilt your head.

He nods once “Yeah” you wait to see if he wants to elaborate…he doesn’t. You turn your head noticing the line has moved enough that your row is up next,  you reach under the seat in front of you and grab your backpack, sliding it on as you reach up, grabbing your carry-on luggage and rolling it in front of you.

The flight attendants thank each passenger as they leave “Have a wonderful day.”

“You as well”

You step into the jet bridge walking halfway through it, and then you pause looking behind you. The man you sat next to, not too far behind you and you wait for him. He’s looking down at his phone, he almost walks past you before you stop him 

“I never got your name,” you say. He looks up from his phone, pockets the cellular device, and smiles sheepishly

“Connor”

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you”

“You too” is all he says as the two of you fall into step together toward baggage claim. Connor breaks the silence first 

“Are you traveling for work?” he asks

“I just came back from visiting family. And you?”

Connor glances ahead before answering 

“Yea work”

“You’re a man of many words” you say sarcastically.

 He just laughs quietly “So I’ve been told” 

Baggage claim comes into view, and you two join the crowd that’s already gathered around the carousel. Neither of you speaks, as you watch the suitcases clatter onto the conveyor one by one. 

You watch as everyone grabs their suitcases, worried that you haven’t seen yours yet and finally your suitcase appears around the corner and you point at it excited “oh my gosh I thought they lost my luggage” 

Before you can step forward to grab it, Connor is already moving. He reaches over the carousel, easily lifting your suitcase off the belt before anyone else’s can knock into it. He sets it upright beside you, extending the handle “There you go.”

Your fingers brush briefly as you take it from him “Thank you”

“No problem” neither of you move for a second.

You shift your backpack higher onto your shoulder “It was nice meeting you Connor” you smile at him 

“You too.”

You take a few steps away before turning back, heading toward the exit. You hear someone shout Connor’s name but you don’t think anything of it, it’s probably his family or something.

As you disappear into the crowd, Connor watches you for another second. Someone calls his name from across the terminal. “Connor!” He looks up and offers a quick wave to a family that’s walking past.

The little boy that called his name beams excitedly, waving back before his parents continue toward another gate.

You’re settled into the back seat of your Uber, texting your roommate.

You: Just landed, i’ll be home soon :)

Mia:Finally!! How was the flight??

You: Flight was rough, the turbulence was horrible

You: I was so scared that I grabbed the guy sitting next me, I grabbed his arm twice

Mia: HAHAHA

Mia: omg y/n you did not! Please tell me he wasn’t weird about it

Mia: was he cute?? What’s his name?

You: He was actually so nice, his name was Connor

Mia: Aww, you made a friend at the airport that’s so sweet

You lock your phone and look outside the window, the city rolls past, traffic, coffee shops, people walking their dogs. You’re back home. 

45 minutes later, your keys jingle as you unlock the door to your apartment. You kick your shoes onto the rack, dragging both suitcases inside.

“I’m Home!”

You don’t get an immediate response, just some shuffling and then Mia your roommate bursts out of her bedroom

“You’re home!” she wraps you in a quick hug “So tell me more”

“His name is Connor, and he was nice”

“That’s it? You spent 4 almost 5 hours with the guy and all I get is Connor the nice guy?”

You laugh, as you walk to your room placing your backpack down, and grabbing a container of disinfecting wipes, Mia follows you to ask more questions “Well what did he look like?”

“Uh he was tall, dark hair, wore a black hoodie, sweatpants, baseball cap” you say as you start wiping down your suitcases.

“Oh wow, very descriptive” your roommate watches you with narrowed eyes “Did you get his number?”

“No” you say as you finish wiping your luggages, rolling them into your room, Mia following you again

“What about his instagram?”

“No”

“TikTok?”

“No”

“Fine, what's his last name?”

“Uhhhh”

Mia gasps dramatically "You're telling me you sat next to a cute, tall man and didn’t get anything? Not even his last name?”

“Who asks people for their full name? That’s like weird. Anyways, I’m going to shower.” You say, hands on your hips. “You can ask me more when I’m done.”

Mia leans against your doorframe. “Fine, and just so you know, dinner is almost done it’s finishing in the oven, and once you’re fed, you’re telling me in detail what happened with Connor.” She walks backwards and closes your door.

The hot water washes away the stale feeling of the airplane air. You missed the water pressure of your shower, enjoying the spray for a few extra minutes before you step out and wrap a towel around you.

You dry your hair, and put on an oversized T-shirt and pajama shorts. You walk out of your room, to two plates already set up, the food steaming freshly out of the oven. Your stomach growls and you slide yourself onto one of the barstools at the kitchen island.

“Mia, you are amazing,” you say after taking a bite. You tell Mia what happened on the plane with Connor, how the turbulence scared you, how you held onto him, and how he grabbed your suitcase for you. By the time you finished your story, your phone started vibrating repeatedly against the countertop.

You unlock it 12+ notifications from Celine your childhood best friend. Your eyebrows knit together, as the notifications for from 12 to 15 to 20 to 25. You open the messages slowly 

Celine <3: ANSWER YOUR PHONE 

Celine <3: Y/N THIS IS NOT A DRILL

Celine <3: Y/N WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE DOING RIGHT NOW 

Celine <3: HELLO??? THIS IS SO IMPORTANT Y/N!!!

Before you can respond she’s sending you screenshots. You look at the first photo. It’s a photo of your head resting against Connor’s shoulder while his head leans lightly against yours, both of you asleep.

The next photo is from the airport. Connor is looking at you while you’re laughing at something he’d said.

Another photo is Connor lifting your suitcase off the baggage carousel, the next one catches the exact moment your fingers brush against his as he hands you the handle. The eye contact in this photo is almost intense. 

You stare at the screen, enjoying the way Connor looks at you in these photos. Then Celine is text you again 

Celine <3: YOU SAT NEXT TO CONNOR BEDARD ON AN AIRPLANE??

You: who?

Celine <3: WDYM WHO?

Celine <3: CONNOR BEDARD

Celine <3:NUMBER 98!! THE CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS

Celine <3: Y/N DO YOU KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU ARE?!

Mia looks over your shoulder at your phone, reading your messages, her eyes widen and her fork clatters onto her plate “y/n no” she grabs your phone. “Your Connor IS THE CONNOR BEDARD”

“He is not my Connor, first of all,” you say, grabbing your phone back.

“I can’t believe you don’t know who Connor Bedard is” Mia lets out the loudest groan you’ve ever heard from her 

You pull up Google on your phone and search him up Connor Bedard

Overview “Connor Bedard is a Canadian professional hockey player who is a centre and alternate captain for the Chicago Blackhawks of the National Hockey League”

Your eyes widen, and you nod your head slowly, looking at the pictures of him “Yeah, that’s the guy I sat next to on the plane…”

Mia has grabbed her own phone now going through social media and she gasps “y/n look!” She turns her phone to you.

The airport photos have spread everywhere, they have thousands of likes, hundreds of comments 

“Who’s the mystery girl?”

“Awww Connor looks so happy”

“Is that Connor’s girlfriend??”

“Connor has a girlfriend?!?!”

“They’re so cute!”

“Does anyone know who she is??”

You scroll through the comments on Mia’s phone and then you see it 

theonlyceline: OMG that’s my friend! @ yourusername

“Oh fuck she tagged me” you look at Mia and Mia nods slowly

“Celine fucking tagged you” Mia screams cheering in the air “y/n do you know what this means!”

You blink a few times “Do I know what this means? No Mia, why would I know what this means?!”

Your instagram notifications start going off, hundreds of people trying to follow you. Thankfully your account is private. You lock your phone, turn it faced down and move to sit on the couch, rubbing your temples.

 Mia is scrolling through her phone again. “This is insane! They’re calling you Connor’s secret girlfriend, his mystery girl, even airport girl" Mia laughs as you groan on the couch. “This can’t be happening,” you say, turning on the TV. 

You’re scrolling through channels when you get to ESPN and Mia jumps off her stool “DO NOT CHANGE THE CHANNEL THAT’S HIM!” Mia points at the TV screen.

“The Chicago Blackhawks play the San Jose Sharks tonight!!” she says sitting next to you on the couch.

You watch as the players skate across the ice during warmups while commentators discuss the matchup. Everything moves so quickly. 

“See number 98! That’s your Connor!” Mia points toward the TV again.

You watch as Connor glides effortlessly across the ice, stickhandling the puck through a line of cones, snapping shots into the back of the net during warmups. He’s focused, confident, definitely different from the quiet guy who awkwardly patted your hand during turbulence.

Before the game beings, the broadcast cuts to a live interview outside the Blackhawks locker room. 

“There he is!” Mia says standing up “y/n LOOK!”

Connor stands in front of a backdrop covered in sponsor logos, already dressed in his game-day suit. One hand rests in his pocket as he listens to the reporter finish their questions 

“Connor, before we let you go, we have to ask about the photos that have been circulating online today. The fans have been talking about the woman you were seen traveling with after your flight this morning. Have you seen them?”

Connor smiles politely, almost like he knew they’d ask these questions. He nods once. 

“I’ve seen people talking about them” he shrugs “But I’m just focused on tonight’s game.”

Connor glances briefly toward the locker room before looking back at the report, he offers another small courteous smile “That’s really all I’ve got”

The reporter laughs lightly, knowing they aren’t going to get anything more out of Connor.

“Fair enough. Good luck tonight”

“Thanks” Connor gives a quick nod before heading off camera, ending the interview before anyone can ask another question.

Mia throws herself back onto the couch “That’s it?! That’s all he says” she groans.

You laugh “I’m sorry what we’re you expecting him to say”

“Literally anything!” She groans again. You look back at the TV as the players line up for the puck drop. Mia explains some of the rules as the game goes on by the second period Connor scores and the arena erupts, and you don’t even realize it but you’re cheering with Mia too.

The Blackhawks go on to win 5-2. After the postgame coverage ends, the two of you clean up the kitchen.

Back in your room, you plug your phone into its charger and crawl beneath the blankets. You lay there staring up at the ceiling thinking about everything. It doesn’t feel real.

You reach for your phone and you scroll absentmindedly through social media, looking at the photos, the comments, reading that people are trying to figure out who you are. It’s unbelievable.

You go to Connor’s profile on instagram, and you tap Follow. 

You: so this is what you do for work

You read your message twice, and immediately regret it. You toss your phone onto your nightstand and you bury your face in your pillow kicking your feet against your mattress. You lay there waiting checking your phone for any sign that he dmed you back 

5 minutes

10 minutes 

You sigh, he gets DMs from multiple people, you probably got lost in it-

Connor Bedard reacted to your message.

You’re a little too quick to click on the notification, Instagram opening up 

Connor Bedard is typing…

You watch as the three little dots blink on the screen.

They disappear.

Then they Return.

And a smile slowly spreads across your face.

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader word count: 4.2k notes: takes place during the final season of MHA, uses she/her, listen to sparks by coldpay while writing, apologies for typos

"Dynamight!" you yell, using your quirk to launch yourself, your hands out in front of you as you push against his chest, shoving him. You twist your body, and just by a hair, you miss Shigaraki's hand. But he's too fast, and counters with a kick that goes straight towards your ribs. Your arms move fast enough to block the impact, but it's too strong, and you get slammed towards the ground

Your eyes clench as you brace for the impact, and your body twists and turns as it hits the pavement. You're left breathless, clenching your ribs in pain. The ground is cold and rough, and when you open your eyes, it's blurry, half-lidded. You do your best to focus, forcing yourself to stay awake and not collapse. You scan the area, everyone's hurt, trying their best. Your mentor, Mirko, Edge Shot, Best Jeanist, all in your line of sight, as you lift your head more than you see him,

Bakugou lying flat on the ground. Your heart skips a beat, "no it can't be," you think to yourself.

Your eyes widen, and you force yourself up, hands gripping the pavement as you push yourself up, and the rest of the world goes white around you as you launch yourself towards him.

You see it briefly, his All Might card, you pick it up before your legs give out, and place it in his hand, your hand on top of his "Oi! Dynamight get up!" you look at his body, your hand moves to his wrist feeling his pulse point and you gasp, your free hand moving to your lips and tears forming in your eyes.

Then the noise settles back into your ears, and you blink away the tears, and you see it, the strands, you look up at Best Jeanist stitching up Bakugou's heart, and Edge Shot is mending him, giving him internal CPR. Your senses come together, and you use a part of your quirk to heal him as they work, "E-edge Shot, keep going." Your quirk surges through Bakugou's wrist and into his body, connecting to Edge Shot in the process as you repair him.

Best Jeanist looks at you, eyes shocked. "You understand," he says quietly, his voice thin, "If you transfer too much..."

" I know," you cut him off, grunting from the pain.

You feel the effects of your quirk working immediately, the pain surging throughout your body. You stay quiet, bearing the pain as much as you can. Sweat forms at your forehead, your breath is staggered.

"y/h/n...enough," Best Jeanist says sharply. You shrug him off your shoulder.

"He's going to live, he has to," you say with a strained voice. You move your hand from his wrist to his chest. You can feel the strain it's taking to heal both of them. Your arms and legs are burning, and your arms start to tremble. The tears start to form from the pain.

"Just a little more, he'll come to it, I know he will," you say as the tears fall onto his chest, the pain becomes unbearable, and your body forces you to crumble to your side, your hands fall flat on his bicep and forearm. The vision in your eyes starts to dim. "Edge Shot...keep going." Your head starts to lull back and forth as you start to lose consciousness, then your eyes close, and everything goes dark.

Your mind awakens first to the booms in the distance, but they're his. His explosions. You push yourself to move your body, back lying flat on the ground, groaning at the aching pain. And slowly you open your eyes. The sky is grey, you hear another boom in the distance, and you force yourself to sit up, and you see the bright explosions of them fighting in the air.

You hear the others speaking, but their voices are all mumbled, shouting at you maybe. You push against the ground, driving yourself up and forward using your quirk. Following the explosions, you falter in the sky, the strain in your body telling you to stop, but you don't; you keep going until you see him, Edge Shot shriveling up. You let your body fall down onto the building with a thud and a wince.

You crawl to him, and you cradle him in your hands, healing him some more. "Edge Shot...d-did you save him?" The excruciating pain surges through your body, and you cough up blood, you hold him closer to your body as you give what's left in you to heal him, and you pass out with a smile on your face. "Win...Bakugou" was the last thing you managed to breathe out.

~ Days later ~

Your head is pounding, you can't move your body, and you hear the hum of machines and the occasional beep of a monitor. You try to open your eyes, but they won't budge. You lay there wondering what the end result of it all was, hoping you saved Edge Shot.

You hear a door open, click shut, and shuffling in the room, doctors? nurses? You think.

"Look at these scans, massive tearing across the ribcage and sternum. Her chest muscles are practically shredded." An unfamiliar voice states, a nurse?

"And the organ damage...I've never seen a regenerative backlash this severe. Her left lung partially collapsed, liver function is unstable, and her heart keeps falling out of rhythm." Another unfamiliar voice, your doctor?

"She transferred too much biomass"

"No, it's more than that, she forced her body to sustain two critical patients at once....Bakugou should have died, and Edgeshot used himself as a living surgical fiber. S-she kept both of them alive while her own nervous system burned itself apart."

"What about the internal bleeding?"

"Contained for now. Barely...Recovery Girl said another few minutes using that quirk and her body would've shut down permanently."

A long silence follows

"Did she know that would happen?

"Based on the quirk stress readings? Yes, she didn't hesitate."

You hear their footsteps come closer, the movement of fabric, small clinks of metal, and the beep of your monitor. They're doing their usual check-up. You can't move or do anything, and you're left with your thoughts. You grow impatient just lying there, and eventually you drift back to sleep.

A couple more days pass, and finally you open your eyes, it's bright, the shining hospital lights, and the sunlight from the window shining at you, you squint adjusting to it, and you groan, sitting up, you look around the room, it's empty, a few chairs surround your bed, on the counter you see small gifts, and cards maybe your parents were here.

Just then, your door opens, and in comes Kirishima. He stands there at the doorframe, "y/n! You're awake!" he says with excitement tinged with relief. He moves back, gesturing, and in comes your parents, and his family following behind. They all greet you, ask how you're doing, bombarding you with questions, leaving you with no room to answer. "Bakugou?" you say, your voice hoarse and dry. Your mom is quick to call the nurses and get you water. She helps you drink it, and you look at Eijiro, waiting for an answer. He just nods his head a silent yes as nurses flood your room.

You sit back more comfortably as the nurses and doctors run their tests, asking you questions, updating you and your family about your recovery and what the future looks like for you. Your mom and Ms. Kirishima are teary-eyed as they hug each other. You laugh to yourself, even if the movement hurts your body, it's all a blur as you look out the window, the sky is blue, and you watch as a bird lands on a tree, and you smile. You're alive, Edge Shot and Bakugou are alive, and you saved them.

One night in the hospital, you're sleeping or at least trying to, the nightmares are the worst, visiting hours are over, but you hear the door open, thinking it's one of the nurses, you keep your eyes closed not wanting to answer questions anymore.

A chair scrapes and settles beside you, and you hear him, "tch...you idiot." It's Bakugou. Your heart skips a beat, and you hope the monitor doesn't catch it. You do your best to keep your breath steady. "You're an absolute fucking idiot. I-I didn't ask you to do this," his voice waivers slightly.

You open your eyes, meeting him. He's a lot closer than you thought he was. For a slight second, you see it, a flush in his cheeks. You move to sit up, but you wince, and he's quick to stand up. "Don't move, you idiot"

You sigh, just turning your head and looking at him. "I knew you'd win," was all you said as you let your eyes finally close.

"Tch, of course I was going to win....thanks to you..."

~ a few months ~

You're still not fully recovered, the doctors say it'll take up to a year or two, depending on your strength. They cleared you to go home, with different medications and a list of things you're not supposed to do. You bow slightly, thanking the doctors and nurses. Your parents are already walking out the door, and by the time you catch up with them outside, you see your parents talking to someone. You walk up to them, "Hello, Mr....." you say, looking up at the man, tilting your head slightly.

"Mr. Bakugou," he says, "Your dad and I work together....they told me you saved our son. Thank you y/n" and he bows his head towards you.

Your eyes widen, you just met Bakugou's dad and you bow politely "I- I was just helping where I could sir, that's all." When you raise your head, heat rises to your face, as you look past him over his shoulder Bakugou and his mom are walking towards you. You turn around as your dad talks to Bakugou's and you suddenly are very interested in the flowers, a mixture of white, pink and yellow ones planted in front of the hospital.

A shadow blocks the sunlight and when you look up Bakugou is standing there he glances at the flowers, then back to you "You're not going to blame me for ruining your hero career. Physical Therapy starts on Thursday at noon. Don't be late," he says sternly, leaving you no room to argue, and then he walks away.

Thursday comes around a lot faster than you thought it would and suddenly you're in a room with Katsuki, both of you trying to regain control of your torn bodies.

He's already mumbling "she's not going to blame me for something, I didn't ask her to do, that damn idiot."

"I wasn't going to blame you, I knew what I was doing" you say to him your chin in air

"Oh yea? So WHY DID YOU DO IT IDIOT!" his usual yelling coming back, as if things went back to normal.

"BECAUSE I WANTED TO" you stand your ground. Your voice not nearly as loud as his, you step closer to him, more in his face and you say

"Listen here DYNAMIGHT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ASKED ME TO GO TO PHYSICAL THERAPY WITH YOU!

"IT'S GREAT EXPLOSION MUDER GOD DYNAMIGHT" He yells back

And that's what therapy looked like for you two, Bakugou had suggested heavily to have sessions together since your injuries generally matched his and because of his guilt, recognition of how far you went to save his life, and this is his own Bakugou way of saying thank you.

Your first day back at school, you look a lot better than before. You enjoyed staying with your parents a little longer than you usually would, but you were excited to be back at the dorms tonight. You were walking down the hall to your classroom when you see Bakugou and Todoroki rush past you, a crowd of first-years chasing after them, squealing, "You're the greatest! Please snap a pic with us!"

You were going that way anyway so you take your time walking down and you can hear Bakugou's loud voice yelling "Expel' em! Expel'em all!

You laugh to yourself as you finally made it to the classroom, Iida was scolding the crowd, as Bakugou and Todoroki hid behind him.

Iida noticed you first, and stepped aside "Ah, Y/N! Please, come in" Bakugou glanced over at your footsteps, the second he realized it was you and slightly shifted away from the aisle.

As you walk down the row you smile looking towards Midoriya. When you reach your seat beside Bakugous, you quietly set down a small bento wrapped neatly in pink fabric.

"Tch, you actually remembered" he grumbled looking at it. "You're the one who asked for it yesterday." you say as you sit down in your seat.

"y/n y/n ~ what's that? Do I get any?" Denki asks you

"I can make you some Denki..." you rub the back of your head "I made Bakugou spicy tofu yesterday and he said he wanted more today..."

Just then the crowd at the door screams with excitement "WWHAAA ARE Y/N AND BAKUGOU DATING?"

You flinch at the volume of their screams, and several first-years start to crowd the doorway harder despite Iida pushing them back. "Please stop yelling in the hallway!" he says.

"That's makes sense she saved him, we saw the broadcast, she was using her quirk to heal him, even if it hurt her" one of the first years says

"Wow y/n is so cool!"

"She helped save Edge Shot too!"

"Bakugou must be lucky-"

"GET OUTTA HERE" Bakugou barks toward the doorway. A few of the first-years scattered, others just stared harder into the room. Then Kirishima walked into the room, waving at you.

"Yo! y/n-nii did you save me some" kirshima walks into the class room waving at you. You move, grabbing another bento wrapped in cute fabric from your bag and placing it in his hands. "I did, your mom told me you missed my cooking when she was over yesterday." You laugh

Kirishima laughs with you "Aw, seriously? Thanks!"

Denki stares in horror and shock, "No way! BAKUGOU AND KIRSHIMA GET ONE! LUCKY PUNKS"

Beside Denki, Mineta is trembling violently " The handmade cloth wrap...the warm homemade lunch...romance manga was RIGHT-"

"SHUT UP!" Bakugou yells. You quickly raise your hands, "It's seriously not like that. We just go to physical therapy together, that's all

Denki's face drains of all colors "Y-you got to physical therapy together?"

Mineta looks like he's going to pass out "shared recovery sessions...supportive rehabilitation"

"R-recovery Girl paired us because our injuries are similar." You sigh, giving up on de-escalating the situation.

Suddenly, the room goes quiet, and the mood shifts for a second. Everyone in the room remembers what they saw during the battle, a silent acknowledgement of what everyone went through.

Bakugou glances at you briefly, his expression unreadable.

Then, Mineta ruins it instantly, "That somehow sounds even more romantic!"

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Bakugou yells, standing up from his chair fast that it screeches backwards.

Everything unraveled after that slowly but surely 

“So, this is where we’re rebuilding today.” Aizawa sensei said

“Yes,sir!” everyone said enthusiastically

You looked around at the area, the debris, and the metal structures. Everyone was helping out somewhere. You looked down at yourself, and your hero costume felt different, more vulnerable. You made a mental note to get it redesigned. 

You couldn’t use your quirk, or lift anything too heavy. Aizawa sensei had you move lighter things, help spot people, and direct them. You were walking through the construction site holding some aluminium, watching New Jeanist use his quirk, he noticed you a nod of acknowledgement. You watched him as you walked forward, thinking about the day.

Then suddenly your shoulder bumps into someone. 

“Ah sorry! I should’ve been paying attention” you say quickly. You look up, and see Bakugou's blonde hair, he’s not staring at you with an annoyed glare, he’s looking past you, his expression quieter than usual. Softer.

You follow his gaze.

“...Edge Shot?!”

Edge Shot stands there, on the wooden planks he’s smaller, not as small as when you cradled him in your hands but recovering.

Your chest tightens at the sight of him, you crouch down in front of him, eyes scanning him making sure he’s real. “I’m glad to see you up and walking already?” a genius smile falls on your lips.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m gradually recovering. I have hands now” he says. You blink before looking down at his tiny hands. Bakugou crouches beside you without hesitation, his good arm resting on his knee. His voice drops slightly when he says “Will you go back to normal?”

His question is careful, and gentle. It catches you off guard every time you hear him sound like that. It’s so different from the sharp tone he uses with everyone else. But it’s the same voice he uses late during physical therapy sessions, when he's helping you stand after your legs give out despite only having one good arm, or quietly telling you not to overdo it when he sees yourself exerting more energy then you should.

At that moment you just stared at Bakugou capturing this side of him. Edge Shot meets his gaze steadily “I never intended to settle for less.”

A small silence settles between the three of you. You smile faintly, looking between them.

The days after that started to blend together. Your routine consisted of physical therapy with Bakugou, which usually started with him acting annoyed the second you entered into the room 

“You’re late.” he scolds you, you see the tick on his forehead 

“I’m literally five minutes early” you say, putting your stuff down.

“Tch. still slow”

Despite that, he’d steady your elbow when your balance faltered like it was instinct, even when you told him you could manage, he’d pull a chair out for you before your legs gave out. He was different when it was just the two of you. Quieter. Softer around the edges, not nice, but understanding of what you sacrifice for him.

There’s days where your nerves feel like they’re exposed wires under your skin 

“Again.” he says firmly, anytime you want to quit

“ Bakugou I can’t”

“It’s Katsuki, and yes, you can.”

You glare at him, even though your flustered you mask it with annoyance “wow very motivational”

“Tch, I’m serious y/n” and his red eyes lock onto yours “ Don’t stop now. Your body is healing”

Outside of therapy, life started to feel normal again. Studying with Kirishima, Mina, and Denki. 

“Denki, stop eating over my notes!” you scold him

“It wasn’t me!” he says immediately

Mina snorts while Kirishima tries not to laugh.

Then bakugou walks in the room, carrying a bag with drinks and the entire room changes

“Why are you idiots screaming?” he says setting the bag down and passing the drinks out 

“You brought her favorite” Mina says with a grin, eyeing the drink in his hand, that he just placed beside you

“Yeah? And?” he says with a look of offense on his face.

Around others, his tone goes back to normal, sharp and louder, but there’s still something gentle when it comes to you, small things he does. He waits for you to stand before leaving a room, he slows down his pace making it seem normal. 

You do small things for him, without saying anything or making a big deal out of it

By the time graduation arrives, recovery no longer feels impossible to you.

Standing there in your uniform, surrounded by your classmates that hold a tighter bond to you than you thought, and you glance toward Bakugou, he feels your eyes on him immediately “Tch, don’t get all emotional on me now” 

“Wasn’t planning to” 

~ 1 year later ~

It’s been exactly a year since the war. A year since you nearly destroyed your own body trying to save Bakugou and Edge Shot. And in that entire year, you never used the healing part of your quirk again. It was temporary at first, just until your body fully recovered, just until the nightmares stopped, and just until you stopped flinching every time someone near you got hurt.

Instead you focused on getting strong through combat, speed, flight control. Rebuilding yourself into something powerful without sacrificing yourself. 

The sessions with Bakugou ended months ago, and after that you only saw him in passing. Crossing hallways at agency buildings. When you would hang out with Kirishima, Denki and Mina, he’d complain that everyone was late, but he would sit beside you. He never stayed too long before getting a work call.

He was busy, it’s like he was chasing something that you couldn’t quite figure out.

You never asked, didn’t want to pry unless he mentioned it. 

But today, when you walked into work, your agency receptionist handed you a bouquet. You were confused at first, wondering if you were supposed to deliver these, but then you looked at the arrangement closely. The pale pink camellias, white peonies, the soft yellow carnations, and the green ornamental grass. It’s the same flowers you were staring at the first time you met his parents, in front of the hospital. 

There’s a small note tucked beneath the ribbon.

Don’t do that shit again, idiot.

-K

You stare at the handwriting, then look at the date on the note, and your chest aches in a way that has nothing to do with your old injuries. Today’s the date, exactly one year since you saved him.

Every year on this date, flowers arrive. They varied, sometimes arrangements sent directly to your agency, making your coworkers tease you, sometimes small bouquets left outside your apartment door.

Each one was beautiful, different, thoughtful, but still very him. Just flowers, and every year without fail a short note that was signed the same way -K.

~ 8 years later ~

“Yo! y/n- nii something for you at the front door! I left it on the counter. Kirishima knocked on your door before walking away.

You and Kirishima ended up getting an apartment together, your agencies were close together, and your parents thought it would be safer for you to live with someone else despite you being a pro hero. 

You opened your door, yawning kirishima in the kitchen cooking “late patrol again?” he questions you as he flips his eggs in the pan 

“Yea something like that” you say brushing through your hair and looking at the bouquet. 

“You got a secret admirer I should know about?” he asks you “every year you got a bouquet, are you secretly dating someone”

“You would’ve met them by now kiri, it’s nothing to concern yourself with”

You kept every bouquet Katsuki Bakugou ever sent you. At first, you told yourself it was because they looked like expensive arrangements and you didn’t want to waste them. Then after the third year, you stopped lying to yourself.

The first bouquet sat on your kitchen counter for weeks, while you researched how to properly dry them without ruining them. You preserved every petal you could, and arranged them in a glass vase tied with the same soft ribbon.

The second bouquet stayed in your bedroom. The third arrangement you encased in resin, a sculpted piece that sits on a shelf in your office. The fourth bouquet you pressed flower by flower between heavy books until they flattened perfectly. The fifth became potpourri. The sixth bouquet you kept in your office at the agency.

Your sidekicks noticed that, their eyebrows raised, “You have a secret admirer, you get flowers delivered every year on the same day?”

“I don’t have a secret admirer, don’t you have paperwork to do!” 

The seventh was your favorite. You dried every flower individually, pressing them carefully before arranging them inside a glass frame. In the center, surrounded by the faded petals, were all of his notes 

Don’t do that shit again, idiot. -K

Don’t overwork yourself, idiot. -K

Keep up the good work.-K

Take care of yourself. -K

You keep that frame on your nightstand beside your bed. Sometimes after an exhausting patrol you stare at it, the notes, the flowers, and suddenly you have enough energy to shower, eat, and then knock out beside them. 

By the third year of getting flowers you started sending him something too. Every Thursday morning you wake up earlier, and make him a homemade meal. You start with his favorite spicy tofu, along with vegetables, and other nutritious foods. You wrap it every time in the same pink fabric, and it’s sent straight to his agency every Thursday at noon. 

The first time it arrives, his assistant hesitates before knocking on his door “Sir, you have a delivery” they say carefully

Bakugou doesn’t look up from his paperwork “Tch, Leave it there” twenty minutes later, it’s open on his desk, the note you wrote right on top of container 

Eat, made it extra spicy 

y/n

Nothing poetic, nothing dramatic.

You continue this pattern, in a way it was a routine like your physical therapy sessions with him, there was something nice about it knowing you two were eating the same lunch. You changed the menu so he wouldn’t get tired of it. Steamed fish with vegetables, Beef rice bowls, sometimes sandwiches when you had the morning patrol. 

Your notes were simple, you didn't want to crowd him.

It was an unspoken thing you two had going on.

to be continued...

maybe...

idk yet...

a/n: my beloved Katsuki Bakugou and my first ever anime x reader! Let me know what you guys think, another part, another character? I will say I am writing one for the new "more" episode they release, but I wrote this entire backstory instead :D felt right, I don't want to write him too ooc and was like maybe if you saved his life, like how he was with edgeshot, you know? ANYWAYS enjoy ~

pairing: Armando Aretas x Reader word count: 1,045 notes: I apologize for any typos. There are mentions of weapons (guns, knife). This kind of takes place in Bad Boys, it's a specific scene, but then it veers from that. Enjoy the read!

“Zwwaaayy- Looooo,” you sauntered up to him with an arm wrapping around his shoulder. His body tensed at the sudden contact. “I heard that Taglin is about to come into a lot of money, and I want in,” you whispered softly in his ear. 

Zway-Lo nods his head slowly, before slowly looking at you. You pat his shoulders before you take a few steps, without looking back you take your knife from its holster around your thigh and throw it precisely in between his legs. “You know how to contact me” was all you said as you walked out of the building. 

Zway-Lo: time:00:00  location: Miami Harbor 

You made it to Miami Harbor, an hour before the scheduled meeting time, scouting the place out, learning the entrances, exits, and any security. As you were scouting the loading dock, the click of a gun grabs your attention, you slowly turn your head and there he is Lee Taglin himself. “y/n hands where I can see them, I’ve heard all about you”

Your hands slowly make their way up “Good things I hope” you say with a cheeky smile. One that he didn’t take lightly to, he grabbed both your wrists placing them behind your back and zip tied them together, his gun never leaving you, as he looked away to his men giving them silent orders. 

You turned your head counting the men, clearly outnumbered you knew you’d have to wait for your opportunity to escape. Taglin turned back to you, a hand grabbing a fistful of your hair “You y/n are just what I needed to sweeten the deal, come on” he says before letting your hair go and pushing you forward. 

His gun stayed hovering behind your back, as you all walked onto the loading zone of the harbor “on your knees” he says, “and don’t do anything stupid.” Taglin left, and another man replaced him with a gun hovering behind your head. You knelt there for 20 minutes before everyone had come, you watched as people piled in, you saw Zway-Lo look at you and the men behind him, 

But one man had you enticed, he walked in carrying himself with a predator-like demeanor, intimidating to most but intriguing to you. As you analyzed him your head slowly tilted to the side, he was around 5 '10 maybe taller, his skin a deep bronze, and when you realized his physique was strong, muscular, and intense, your eyebrows raised ever so slightly. You could tell just from his haircut and the way he dressed he kept things efficient and he himself was just intimidating. 

You watched the clattering of the metal falling, and the money falling to the ground, the exchange from him and Taglin.

“This is what you get to keep” tagline said pointing at the man

“What did you say, we had a deal”

“Renegotiating, oops” Tagline said as he shrugged his shoulders and pulled out a gun pointing it at the man. Taglin’s men shifted all their guns to that one man.

“I’ll even throw in the girl,” Taglin said, as one of the men pulled you up off the ground and shoved you into the man. Your shoulder pressed against the man’s chest, his hand instinctively wrapping around your waist lightly helping you as you regained your balance. Your eyes glancing at him and then to the men behind him. Just as quickly as you high kicked one of Taglin’s men in the head, he pulled his karambit knife and finished the rest of them. “Oops” was all he said.

As Taglin was choking on his blood, the man grabbed his head “come here, look at me” the man pressed the gun to Taglin’s head and boom “ I don’t renegotiate” he said before he dropped the body and stood up. He looked at you, his eyes scanning you. He whistled to one of his men, he whispered something into his ear. His henchmen then lightly guided you to the empty space outside of the loading zone. 

You stood there with his henchmen, overhearing the mumbles from the others, you stared up at the stars awaiting his return. You heard his boots as they clunked against the pavement “leave us” he said to the henchmen. You looked at the man, a gulp falling down your throat, up close he was even more handsome, his facial features are sharp, symmetrical, and his strong jawline framed with his groomed goatee, and his freshly cut hair.

He watches you analyze him and says nothing, he walks behind you, and you feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, his height overbearing you. “Relax” was all he said “What’s your name?” you ask ,as he cut the zip ties that bound your wrists together. “Armando Aretas” he says, placing his knife back into his holster.

You turn around facing him, eyebrows furrowed. “Aretas? Isabel never told me she had a son” You look up at him, his eyes returning the confusion, neither of you says anything just looking at each other, gauging the other.

“How do you know my mother?” He breaks the silence. The wind from the sea breezes against your skin, goosebumps forming on your arms. 

“She does business with my father, I’m Y/N Ramirez" you say shivering, using your hands you run your arms, hoping the friction warms you up. He notices, and starts guiding you back into the harbor building. “Stay here,” he says. He leaves you instructing each of his henchmen. You watched as a few more of his men appeared and disappeared as they carried the bodies out. 

The clunking of Armando’s boots catches your attention as he approaches you. “Come with me” was all he said to you before walking past you expecting you to follow him. 

And you did, you stayed a few steps behind him, the gravel crunching against each step you both took. He stopped in front of a motorcycle, and he grabbed his jacket, holding it open for you. You slid your arms through. “Where are we going? You asked. “Somewhere we can talk in private,” he says as he zips you up, he places his helmet on you, before grabbing a spare and placing that one on himself.

to be continued...

im so sorry i have not updated anything, honestly i got writers block with continuing stories, and some unexpected things have kept me busy and i ended up taking an unexpected hiatus. i again apologize and hopefully in the next month or two i can get something posted for you guys!

Hi everyone, just wanted to give you a quick update, I will be focusing on finishing Recon is what we're calling it! It will be 10 parts exactly and hopefully around 1-3K word count! I appreciate all patience that has come with this series. While I focus on writing the last few parts, please send in any requests!