#★ ! lily’s treats

[lovetreats]

matchmaking. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

LOVETREATS .ᐟ navi. bnha m.list.

synopsis .ᐟ you and your twins finally moved to the condo mina helped you get—with a surprise little twist finding his way to your doorstep.

content .ᐟ fluffy, fluff. kids. fraternal twins, single mother!reader, older!reader, pro-hero!bakugou katsuki, ooc bakugou katsuki, flirty bakugou katsuki, reader is 33, bakugou is 27, extrenely self-indulgent hehe

word count .ᐟ 2.7k+

chapters .ᐟ one | two | three

tag list .ᐟ open! ask and you shall receive ^^

"This is all ours!?" Harumi shouts in awe. You chuckle and smile softly, dragging your suitcase while walking towards the entrance of the building. You pause for a moment to take in the sight of the building, continuing your walk, when Haruki lightly pulls at the sleeve of your blouse. You give him a smile, and he returns it with a toothy grin.

"No, honey, we own a condo, not the whole building." You giggle when you see her puff out her chest and cross her arms.

"Cooooool," Haruki says. The boy hasn't stopped looking at the tall building since your arrival. "Auntie Mina helped us get this, right?"

You nod at Haruki before reaching out to open the huge doors to enter when they open by themselves. You closed your eyes to relieve yourself from that moment of embarrassment. You brought your attention back to your kids; seeing them all giddy and excited made you giddy and excited. Mina helped you get a condo at one of the most expensive buildings in Musutafu with her connections. You wanted to move away from the small apartment that you and your twins lived in because you felt that it was starting to get even smaller because of your growing children.

And, well, because you wanted to get away from your ex-fiance. The bastard that you wasted five years of your life on. You were 22 when the two of you dated, and you were 27 when he got you pregnant, and, well, you left him. You were supposed to marry him because he proposed to you the day after he knew you were pregnant. But you noticed something. . . off about him that day. His smile seemed hesitant, his shoulders were tense, and his speech felt awkward—nothing seemed right.

Well, you were right.

You caught him cheating on you just two weeks after your engagement. It felt like you were in a TV show with the way everything turned out. You decided to surprise him one afternoon. He knew that you were out with Mina until the evening, but you decided to call it a day and return home because you missed him. You felt some sort of weird tension with him ever since you accepted his proposal, so you wanted to come home to surprise him with some of his favorite sweets.

. . . Oh boy.

You went home, smiling to yourself, excited even. Then you saw the heels. They weren't your size. You froze, your smile completely wiped off your face. It was so quiet, so, so quiet, that all you could hear was your heart hammering in your chest. Then, you heard someone laugh. It was a woman. You slowly tip-toed your way to your shared bedroom, feeling so anxious that you could almost vomit from the terrible and overwhelming feeling.

You realized something. The time when he was hesitant with his proposal to you. You understand why now. It was because he had had another woman all along. For how long? You don't know, and you would really, really rather not know, lest you commit murder.

You heard her laugh again.

Oh, now you just feel angry.

How could he do this? How could he be with another woman when you were pregnant with his child? How could he do this when he was engaged to you? How could he even stomach the fact that he's doing this behind your back? How could he—how could he—HOW COULD HE—

SLAM!

You slamming the door open was enough to even shock the other residents in the building. A shrill shriek, a loud gasp, and then, quiet. You stood there, and the expression on your face was the epitome of rage. Your fiance and a woman are both naked and on your shared fucking bed. You were sure that if you hadn't thought about the child that was in your womb, you would've done something very, very illegal.

"Get the fuck out of this apartment, both of you."

"Wha—baby, no!"

"Get. Out."

The woman immediately took her clothes and bag and scurried along, not even taking a moment to put them on. The pathetic excuse of a man now standing in front of you with his arms up like you were a damn police officer. He was about to speak before you cut him off. "Zip it, you piece of shit. Don't even try to fucking save yourself."

"But—"

"Pack your shit and get the fuck outta here."

"This is where I live too—"

"Well, who pays the motherfucking rent? Oh, that's right, I FUCKIN' DO!"

You were oh so very close to exploding at this point. Your now ex-fiance still tried reasoning with you, but all you did was scrunch up your face in disgust as you walked out of the room and called Mina on your phone. The sweets you got for him are long forgotten.

At the time, you went to Mina's place for a while, waiting for your ex-fiance to pack his stuff and leave the apartment. While you were at Mina's, that's where you let out every emotion possible. You punched her pillows, you ate to your heart's content, and you poured your heart out to Mina. You were angry because now, you feel like you wasted five years of your life on some jackass who was probably cheating on you for months now. But you were also sad because everything made sense. He probably didn't want to marry you in the first place, and he was going to call it quits with you, but then you were pregnant. You were pregnant, and he proposed. Not that you blame yourself, it's just. . . sad.

You were okay with not having him in your lives, and you knew you were more than capable of raising a kid, or kids, alone. You were just. . . upset that one day they're going to go to you and ask you where he is because they're going to see families with two parents. They're going to wonder, 'Why don't we have two parents?' and you're going to have to explain to them what happened.

Haruki and Harumi asked you about him when they were six. You explained to them that their dad was with someone else, and you explained to them the concept of cheating by:

"Well, in certain relationships, there's only two people, right? So, with that in mind, that means both people know it should just be the two of them. They trust each other. When one of them gets with another person behind their back, that's breaking the trust and hurting them. Trust is like a piece of paper, loves; if you crumple it up and try to smooth it out back to the way it was, it won't be the same ever again. That's why. . . that's why Mama isn't with your father anymore, because he lost my trust and hurt me."

They handled it well enough, although you would notice their furrowed brows and pouts whenever someone asked them if they had a dad or another mom. You asked them about it, and they told you it wasn't because they didn't have another parent, but because they remembered your words and got frustrated. Your kids may be troublemakers, but they're smart.

Too smart sometimes. Whenever they felt like something was going on between you and another person, they'd play cupid! They're not even trying to hide it, either.

"Mama, what do you think about Mr. Dynamight?" Harumi asks, her eyes sparkling as a grin forms on her face.

"You two are still in trouble for that."

"Mama likes Mr. Dynamight!" Haruki giggles and starts running away from you with his sister—

Oof!

"MY BABIES!"

"AUNTIE MINA!"

Ashido Mina is your pink and cheerful cousin. You smile softly and walk towards her, immediately opening your arms and hugging the pink-haired woman. Mina giggles and wraps her arms around you, whispering, 'Welcome home'.

"YOU ALREADY MET BAKUGOU!?" Mina shouts in disbelief, she even jumped when you told her about your encounter with the spiky-haired hero.

"Not too loud. . !" you whisper. . . screamed? "Wait—what do you mean by 'already'?"

"Well. . ."

Knock, knock.

You sigh frustratedly, pinching the bridge of your nose with your eyes closed before you open the door to... greet whoever it is. "It's only our first day and we already have a neighbor complaining about noises—"

. . . Oh.

Oh my.

It's him again. Number 2 Pro-Hero Dynamight. But he wasn't wearing his usual attire when he was on the job. He's wearing a black tank top with gray sweatpants, his arms crossed together, and when you focus on his face, the crease between his brows slowly fades.

"Well, didn't expect t'see ya already," he says with a teasing tone in his voice, grinning from ear to ear. You couldn't say anything, too stunned as your brain tried to comprehend that you were going to be neighbors with the Dynamight, the man who doesn't know a single thing about you, other than the fact that you're the mother of two troublemakers trying to play cupid—and yet, the way he held you was so gentle. The warmth you felt from him was so inviting. . .

You felt hands grip your shoulders, pulling you away from the entrance. "Bakugou! Dude! Too close!" Mina chastises him, waving her index finger as if scolding a child.

He furrows his brows, a scowl on his face, "Hah?"

"She's my cousin? And I'm literally right here?."

"So?"

"What do you mean 'so'—"

You stand in between them, laughing awkwardly as you pull Mina away from him bit by bit. "Did you need anything, Dynamight?" you ask, forcing a smile as you struggle to pull Mina further away from the man. She keeps on muttering incoherently. . .

"Call me Katsuki. Was about ta deal with whoever was makin' a ruckus."

"P-Pardon?"

He smirks, "Yer an exception."

"DYNAMIGHT!" Oh dear. Your twins heard everything, left their homework, and now they're off running towards Bakugou. They immediately tackle him with no hesitation, giggling all the way. He catches them with ease, one twin on one arm. "He's our neighbor!?" Harumi squeals in delight, hugging her stuffed toy and wiggling around. "That means—"

"You two should be working on your homework!"

"We couldn't focus from all the shooouuting!"

Bakugou snorts, putting both of the kids back down on the floor. Haruki went on to Mina, while Harumi stayed and hugged Bakugou's leg. He chuckles, ruffling her hair. "Means what, Harumi?"

"Hm?"

"You were gonna say somethin', yeah?"

Harumi thinks long and hard before her face brightens for remembering. "That means you and mama can be together more often!"

They still weren't letting up about you and Bakugou getting together. For some reason, well it's not really a hard guess but, they still kept going on and on about you and Bakugou ending up together. It's been about three weeks since you last saw each other, you couldn't exactly stay in touch since he was immediately summoned for an important meeting. In those three weeks, your kids, whenever you were around, would LOUDLY sigh and talk about how perfect Bakugou would be as your husband.

They kept mentioning 'husband', but not 'dad'.

Hmm. . .

"Oi," he flicks your forehead and you flinch in response, swatting his hand away.

"What're ya thinkin' about, hmm?"

"Nothing you should be worried about."

He stays quiet, taking note of you crossing your arms and avoiding eye contact with him. He rubs the nape of his neck, staring down at the floor as he tries to form a coherent sentence. "Am I crossin' some. . . boundaries, or somethin'? Do I make ya feel uncomfortable?" He almost mumbles when he asks this question. Probably because Mina was still around, although out of earshot. Probably because he didn't wanna fuck up his chances of getting to know you better and, possibly, make the twins' request come true.

"No—no. . . I don't know, you scare me."

"I scare you?"

"Because my kids really, really want to set you up with me, but not to have a dad—I think anyway. They keep mentioning how you'd be the perfect husband for me, but they've never mentioned you being a dad for them. Maybe I'm just overthinking things. . . But also, you're so. . . so—!"

"So 'what'?"

"You're so damn flirty it makes me feel like a teenager having a massive crush. It's so stupid! You're probably just being nice to me anyway—"

"I'd 'ppreciate it if ya wouldn't assume that I was bullshitting when I was flirtin' with ya. You're gorgeous, mama. So what if I do wanna take up Harumi and Haruki's request of spendin' more time with ya?"

You raise a brow. "You still. . . want to?"

"'Course I do." He scoffs.

"You barely know me—"

"That's why I said 'spendin' more time with ya'."

You tilt your head, wondering why he's so adamant about getting to know you. Out of every woman out there, he's choosing to spend time with you. You're flattered, but suspicious. You squint your eyes at him as if it would help with deciphering some secret code hidden within him. Grasping at straws and all, but if it means you're safe from being fucked over, then it's better than doing nothing.

Bakugou stays quiet, wracking his head for anything to help reassure you that he wasn't here to mess around. No words come to his aid. You're a mama of twins; he knows that much. Something probably happened between you and your last partner. . .

"Uh, excuse me? Pizza order for Miss Ashido Mina?"

You snap out of your thoughts, pushing past Bakugou to thank the delivery man and grab the two boxes of pizza Mina had ordered for the night. You usher Bakugou inside to properly close the door, convincing him to stay for dinner (although it wasn't really that hard to do). Your twins shout "Yay!" in unison, running to the table. Bakugou grabs the boxes from your hands without even looking at you. You huff and just decide to go get plates and glasses.

You get five plates and put them down, opening a cabinet to take out five glasses. Mina takes the plates and looks at you for a moment. You turn around, tilting your head, when you see her staring at you with an undiscernible look on her face. You make a gesture while holding two glasses. She smiled, but it was small. Her brows were slightly slanted, worryingly. You were about to ask her what was wrong, but she turned around and went to the table without waiting for you to talk. You furrow your brows, your lips pursed, as you fill each glass with water.

"Thank you so much, Auntie Mina! Goodnight! Goodnight Dynamight!"

Mina hugs the twins with all her might and kisses both of their heads again and again. Bakugou ruffles their hair in response, a small smile on his face.

Mina walks towards you and gives you a gentle hug.

"Don't be too scared, yeah?" Mina kisses your cheek.

"Huh?"

"He's okay," she winks at you, blows the twins a kiss goodbye, and pats Bakugou's shoulder before opening the door and leaving the condo.

Now, it's just the four of you. You can see your kids trying to hold on to their laughter and excitement at seeing the two of you. You looked at them and opened your mouth to tell them to go to bed before they cut you off from even saying one word.

"We'll go to our room now, bye!"

They ran for the stairs; their giggling and little stomps filled the air before it all went quiet again.

". . . I should go," Bakugou mumbles, his hand on the nape of his neck again. It was probably his thing whenever he felt awkward. He turned around and walked toward the door.

"Thanks for the pizza—"

"Are you free tomorrow? Night. Tomorrow night, I mean. . ."

He froze for a moment, turning back to face you again. You couldn't look at him, too flustered to even meet his gaze, focusing instead on the wonderful design of your flooring—

"You takin' me out, princess?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling a wave of nervousness consume you. "Forget I asked," you say, letting out an awkward, breathy chuckle.

"I'm free by 8pm."

". . . The kids are sleeping over at Mina's; it's their monthly sleepover thing, so. . . do you wanna come over? By that time?"

Bakugou smiles at you. You don't think you'd ever get used to seeing him look so soft and gentle.

"See you then, mama."

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[cvnntagious]

Girls | M. Sturniolo

"Fuck your ex-man, I'm the man now / Think I feel bad? He was fanned out." -The Kid Laroi

pairing : Exesbsf!Matt x Fem!Reader

summary : What happens when you finally break it off with your cheating hoe of an ex, only to quickly find out his best friend can easily treat you better?

warnings : use of y/n, drinking, swearing, random ex bf name, slight chris x tara mention (i don't ship them, it's js for the plot), smut, bigdick!matt, gentle sex, body praising, 18+

a/n : this took a long time to finish, so sorry to anyone who was waiting for it. this fic was requested by my friend lily 👅 if anyone has any requests/ideas, feel free to dm me on here or put it in my ask box! (or feel free to just say anything, i get bored a lot so i'll answer fs)

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

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You weren't exactly enthusiastic about this party, unlike most parties you ran around at over the past few years, earning you the title of LA's number one party girl. You usually loved the loud buzz of chatter muffled by the music, and the blinding lights filling large houses. This time was different. You couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling.

It'd only been about two weeks since you broke up with your ex boyfriend, and you'd already seen him posted up with multiple girls, seemingly loving the single life. Not like this was anything new though. It was the reason you'd dumped his cheating ass. Didn't mean it hurt any less though.

When you were invited to this big influencer party by a mutual friend, you immediately knew Cole would be there too. The thought of bumping into him alone was enough to make you reluctant to attend. Even so, you were expected to attend, just like you did almost every other party. Lord did you wish you could just get a break.

As you scoped out the party, eyes scanning the crowd while you slowly inched into it, you took small sips of your cooler. It didn't take long for you to find what you were looking for, your ex sitting on the couch with a girl under his arm as he spoke inaudibly to his friends around him. You had to rip your eyes away from him, honestly just glad you knew what part of the house you'd have to avoid for now as you pushed through the crowd to figure out what could be in the opposite direction.

It took a few minutes for you to make it to the kitchen because of all the people you had to excuse yourself past, but when you finally made it, slightly out of breath from the sweaty bodies thickening the air on the way there, you gawked at the display of large bottles set up all around you. "Someone came prepared." You heard a familiar voice say from behind you, causing you to turn your attention to him with a small chuckle.

"These parties never have the drinks I like, Chris," You replied defensively, placing a hand on your hip as you held your can of alcohol up to show him.

Chris couldn't help but chuckle with you. "Yeah?" He hummed, grabbing the can out of your hand to taste before making a sour expression, sticking out his tongue with a pant for dramatics, "Maybe that's 'cause nobody likes Smirnoffs." He handed your drink back to you with a small burp.

You rolled your eyes at the display, wiping the rim of your drink with your finger to rid it of Chris' saliva. "Clearly I do."

"All this alc in front you and you still somehow find a way to be picky," He replied teasingly before grabbing your wrist to guide you with him, "Come on. Me, Nick, and Tara are chillin' outside."

You couldn't help but giggle at the way he dragged you out of the sliding glass door with him, not caring for the people who'd tried to get your attention along the way to the pool. You smiled as Tara let out a loud squeal at the sight of you, instantly wrapping her arms around you as Chris let go of your wrist. "I knew you'd make it!" She exclaimed as she pulled back, holding your arms to take in your outfit, "And who are you trying to impress, girl? I'm loving this slutty look!"

If that comment had came from anyone but Tara, it would've been offensive. But of course, you knew what she'd meant. You smiled, giving her a quick pose at her words as you stuck your tongue out playfully. "Fuckk man, I guess I was just feelin' extra slutty tonight. You really like?" You played along, holding Tara's hand as she nodded.

"I do too," Nick chimed in, smiling as he placed a hand on your shoulder, "It's so cunt."

You turned to look at Nick excitedly, "Bitch, says you!" You looked at Nick's white and black outfit, topped with his iconic Cheetah print hat.

"What about me?" Chris asked, clearly feeling left out as he turned to us with a drink that had seemingly appeared in his hand.

You giggled. "You look great, Chris."

"Where the fuck did you get that?" Nick asked in a disappointed tone, snatching the drink from his brothers hand. "I thought we agreed you'd only have a few drinks tonight — the party just started."

Chris rolled his eyes, "I have only had a few... And then I'll have a few more later on in the night"

"Hey, where's Matt at?" You cut Nick off before he could say anything as soon as you noticed Matt wasn't with the three of them when you'd made your way over, hoping to stop the brother's argument before it started, "Did he not wanna come again?"

Nick, Tara, and Chris gave each other a look as tension instantly built up high in the air. A silence had fallen over the group of friends as they looked anywhere but at you. "He's... with a friend," Chris finally spoke up, clearly nervous.

You gave them a suspicious look before smiling. "Who? I wanna go say hi to Matt," You replied, your tone as bubbly as before to pretend you hadn't noticed the shift in their demeanors.

"It's-" Nick started, hesitant to finish as he forced out a small chuckle, "I'll just call him and tell him to get over here. I'm sure he wants to say hi to you too." Nick pulled out his phone and dialed Matt before you could even respond, plugging the ear his phone wasn't hovering over to drown out the music as he took a small step away.

You were silent for a moment as you looked back at Chris and Tara, who were both already looking at you for tour reaction. Tara cleared her throat after a moment. "Are you planning on getting laid tonight or what? You haven't been single in, like, two years," She finally said happily, stepping into you to hook her arm around yours and pull you away from Chris.

You chuckled, shaking your head at the way she joked around with you. "Planning on it? No," You looked down at her, unable to help admitting, "But I wouldn't be mad if I did.'

"Perfect! The first time we've been single at the same time," Tara spoke a little louder than she'd intended, "Maybe we can both go crazy in the rooms next to each other." She teased, glancing back at Chris, who was sipping his drink obliviously.

You gasped, "You have to be kidding." You tried hard to give her an unamused look, only to smile at her stupid jokes anyways.

She raised her hands as if to claim innocence while she laughed loudly at her own words. "I am, I am. I swear!"

Almost immediately after, you felt an arm wrap around your neck, putting you in a loose headlock as your drink splashed all over your cute, extremely revealing top. "Don't be over here eyedfucking my brother, Tara." Matt hadn't even noticed the spill. You gasped again, this time not because of a playful joke. He finally looked down to see your drink all over you. "Shit, sorry! I didn't mean to," Matt said from behind you, letting you free from his grasp.

You turned towards Matt with a small groan, looking down at your wet shirt. "Always with the stupid shit, Matthew," You complained, looking up into his tired blue eyes.

"Matthew? What are you, my mother?" He noked with a nervous chuckle, though he really did feel bad for soaking your shirt. "I'll help you clean up... let's go."

You rolled your eyes at him as he walked past you, causing you to follow him back into the house. You placed your hand on top of his shoulder to decrease the risk of losing him as he pushed through the crowd of hot bodies for you, nodding his head whenever he made eye contact with someone he knew. As you guys made your way through the living room, you heard the voice you'd been praying wouldn't all night. Cole. "Matt!" He called out, practically screaming over the music, making Matt slow his pace and flick his gaze up to your ex, who was still sitting on the couch only a few feet away.

Matt glanced back at you as you bumped into him, surprised when he'd stopped in front of the couch. "Come hit this," Cole spoke again, holding up a half smoked joint to Matt.

You poked your head out from behind Matt, scowling at the douchbags face. His eyes widened in surprise, his face twisting in confusion before he looked up to meet Matts tight-lipped expression, clearly unwilling to respond to Cole's offer. "What's up, man?" Cole let out a cocky chuckle as he threw he head back for a moment, "You were just hangin' with us and now you're sneaking behind my back with the girl who dumped me like I was some bitch a few weeks back?"

"Sneaking?" Matt questioned, "We're right in front of you."

"What happened to bros before hoes?"

"Hoes? You didn't date her for two years?" Matt replied begrudgingly, unable to contain his smalk smirk, "I spilled a drink on her... Was gonna clean her up, nothing more."

You looked up at Matt, who had defensiveness radiating off of him as he spoke calmly to his close friend. 'So that's why they didn't wanna tell me where he was. He was with Cole,' You thought, your attention switching between the two as they spoke tensely to each other.

Cole sighed, "Yeah, whatever dude. Fuck her if you want, I moved on." He says, laughing as he looks to his right, where a beautiful girl sat prettily under his arm. You grimaced, wondering if he'd do the same to the girl as he did to you.

You didn't have much time to wonder though, Matt gently slinging his arm over your shoulder before you pulling you back on his way. "Clearly, you whore," Matt mumbled as the two of you walked away, thinking you couldn't hear the way he spoke about his supposed best friend.

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And now here you were, standing in a random persons bedroom as Matt stood in front of you. The hunger in his eyes was apparent, but he moved slow. His hands gently grabbed your waist, his thumbs caressing the skin underneath them in circles. "Lift your shirt. We'll hang it to dry." He urged in a soft tone, tugging at the wet fabric.

Your shirt wasn't the only thing wet though. You thought to ask him if you should hang your panties to dry too, but you were too absorbed in his small facial movements. The way he licked his pink lips. Or how his eyes refused to break from yours. You lifted your arms like a toddler, allowing Matt to curl the bottom of the shirt in his hands and lift it over your head.

"You know I knew, right?" He asked as he turned his back to you, hanging your shirt on the top of the door to the walk-in closet in this large room he'd found for you two.

"Knew what?" You asked. You both spoke questly, just above the sound of the muffled music two floors below, as if someone would hear you.

"He was cheating," Matt admitted, "God, I feel awful. I should've told you."

He walked back over to you, genuine sympathy written all over his face as you furrowed your brows at him. "I just... You're both my friends - or were - I didn't know how to tell you without all the drama," He further explained, sort of rambling before he met your eyes again, "And your heart— I wanted him to be the one to break it. Alone. Without me involved"

"Matt, it's oka-"

"So I could be the one to stitch it up," Matt cut you off, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your neck, "I'll show you how he was supposed to make you feel."

Matt wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him to suck little red marks on your lower neck and exposed collar bone. His soft lips on your neck was enough to have you panting, only to let out a surprised hum when they connected with yours. You lifted your arms to wrap around his neck as he slowly lowered you on the bed behind you.

Matt broke the kiss as soon as you were placed comfily on the bed. "I wish our first time wasn't at a party," He said, a little timid as he reached into his back pocket to pull out a condom, "I'd much rather you were laid up in my bed. I'd prefer if there wasn't the nagging feeling of needing to rush, so I could take my time. I just can't help myself... You do want this too, don't you?" Matt rambled on, looking into something that you'd originally thought would be a one time thing. But it seems Matt has other plans.

You couldn't help but giggle at the way his face flushed like a highschool preparing to have sex for the first time, nodding at his question. "Was this planned?" You joked, lazily pointing at the condom he'd taken out.

"This?" Matt started, looking to the condom you'd pointed at before shying away from it, "Oh, no! I'm just— parties, ya know? I'm a safe guy."

"Right." You lifted yourself so you where sitting on the edge of the bed, Matt standing between your legs. "Take it off," You stuck your finger into his belt loop, tugging him forward gently.

He only gave you and eager nod, following you as you scooted back on the big king sized bad, practically ripping his belt out of the loops once he had it unbuckled. His pants slid off of him the further up the bed he got, revealing the almost pulsating bulge in his loose underwear. You laid your head back on the pillow, Matt hoovering over you with an awestruck look on his face as he scanned your half-dressed form.

Matt slipped a hand under your back, unclipping your bra with one hand as he kept his eyes glued to yours. Embarrassingly enough, he let out a quiet gasp when your bra fell loose, lifting it off your chest with two fingers. Your nipples were already hard with arousal, but if they hadn't been, they would've hardened from the cold air hitting them. "You're perfect," Matt let slip, almost whining at the sight.

The uncomfortable feeling in his boxers only grew stronger when he saw you flushed before him, instinctively reaching down to palm himself to relieve some of that tension. You swiftly grabbed his wrist, stopping his movements. "Just fuck me, Matt, no foreplay needed. I'm already soaked," You told him hurridly, not wanting to waste time. To be fair, he said it himself, there was a need to rush here.

It didn't take long for Matt to free his length from his boxers, your eyes widening at the sight. He was huge. Bigger than you'd ever seen. Not only long, but girthy, and veiny. If you had to guess, he was a good 8½ inches. Beads of precum had already built up on his angry pinkish-red tip, causing him to spread it with his thumb and a hiss.

He looked up, gaze met with your gawking before he reached to remove your short jean shorts. He couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips when he revealed your soaked underwear, feeling pride in how wet he could make you without even touching you where you craved him most. He sat up again, crouching between your legs before leaning in to rub his member against your clothed clit.

You mewled at the friction muted by the fabric as he stroked himself against you, enjoying the teasing. Your hand reached up to caress his tattooed arm that rested on your thigh, forcing him to look up at you. He gave you a bashful smile at the way you furrowed your brows, then sliding his fingers under your panties and pulling them to the side to reveal your small cunt that leaked your juices.

He rubbed himself against you again, this time sliding between your folds. Your clit practically buzzed, cunt aching to be fucked. Matt leaned down to kiss your inner thigh, "You're so fucking sexy, baby, fuck. This perfect body," Matt praised, his tone desperate as he contined to tease agonizingly slow, "How could someone ever think there's something better than this out there?"

"Will it fit?" You asked, not meaning to stroke his ego as you looked down at the way just his shaft spread your lips wide with each stroke between them.

"Will it fit?" Matt echoed, unable to contain his laughter. "I'll make it fit," He assured you, pulling his length back to rip open the mangnum packaging labeled 'large' with his teeth and slide it on effortlessly.

Quickly, Matt went back to stroking his length between your folds, sliding just your tip in every now and then. You whimpered desperately, which only made Matt want to tease you more. He couldn't help himself, he just needed to hear those sweet noises. "Please, Matt. I want more," You pleaded, looking at him with begging eyes as you squirmed more and more beneath him.

Finally, he began slowly pushing himself into you. Your jaw went slack as he stretched you out in ways no one had before, careful not to dive in too fast in hopes to keep it as painless as possible. Your knees bent on either side of him as he groaned. "Fuck, you're so tight," Matt heaved, bottoming out, "I needed this– shit."

You panted beneath him, looking fucked out already. Matt waited for your nod before slowly pumping in and out of you with one hand on your hip as the other pulled your thong to the side. You squinted in pain at first before it slowly turned to pleasure, causing you to let out long moans. Your sounds let Matt know you were really ready for him, picking up his pace as time went on.

Moans began filling the room as your perfect tits bounced in front of your face. Matt lowered himself into them, not stopping his deep, sensual thrusts as he sucked on the skin of your chest between your boobs gently. One hand reached up to take your soft boob in it, kneeding it a bit before he attached his mouth to it. He swirled your hardened bud with his tongue as you moaned, both of your breathing becoming ragged.

You felt that familiar knot in your stomach, tembling a bit under his touch. He took his mouth from your nipple with a 'pop', itting back up straight to see your eyes screwed shit and one side of your face in the pillow under your head as he fucked into you. The image alone was enough to make him bust then and there, but he knew he had to wait. Your pretty sounds grew louder as his pace picked up, bringing you closer to the edge. "Fuck, Matthew! I'm- I'm so close. So fucking close," You babbled out, unable to open your eyes.

"Matthew?" He grunted, chuckling like he'd done earlier that night. Of course, under different circumstances. "I love it." No one ever called him by his full name, and he'd kill for you to be the only one.

Soon after, you reached your climax, practically screaming as you repeated his name like it were a prayer. "Matt," You chanted as he fucked you through your orgasm, cumming himself not long after with a loud groan.

Matt pulled out slowly and plopped on the bed beside you as the two of you caught your breath, both staring up at the white ceiling. Matt's length slowly softened, still fairly large, to your surprise.

"Who would've thought Matthew Sturniolo had an absolute chopper?" You teased as soon as you caught your breath enough, finally looking at him beside you.

Matt gave you a quick chuckle, rolling his eyes lightheartedly as he forced himself off the aide of the bed, standing up to grab your guys' disgarded clothing. "Whatever. Here, put these back on." He threw your clothes back onto you, including your now mostly dry shirt.

"I mean, seriously. And he knows how to use it?" You continued on as you sat up in bed. "What's the rush with this?" You picked up your bra, reaching an arm out to put it on.

Matt shook his head in embarrassment. "You haven't go to dance yet tonight," He explained as he slid his boxers back on, "It's what you usually do, and I wanna join you."

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SKY ROCKETS AND ROBOTS - part I

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

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You were once a bright young engineer, fresh out of MIT with dreams as big as the sky. You had a passion for technology, a sharp mind, and a heart full of ambition. Then life happened, in ways you never expected. You met someone, fell in love, and things moved fast. Maybe too fast. A whirlwind romance turned into an unexpected pregnancy, and before you knew it, you were a mother to a beautiful baby girl named Lily.

But your partner? He wasn’t ready. He disappeared from your life, leaving you alone to figure things out. At first, it was overwhelming, balancing work, the responsibilities of motherhood, and the heartbreak of abandonment. But you pulled through. You took up freelance work, designing software and small tech solutions from home, juggling conference calls while nursing, coding through the night after bedtime. You got used to it, became stronger, more resilient. Now, your daughter is five, a bundle of energy and curiosity who’s inherited your love for science and technology.

You’ve come a long way since those early days of struggle, but there’s still a part of you that wonders if you’ll ever find someone who’ll love both you and Lily. Someone who won’t run at the first sign of difficulty.

And then one day, you meet Tony Stark.

🚀

You don’t expect your day to take a turn like this. It’s a warm Saturday afternoon, and you’re at a local science expo — a rare treat for you and Lily. She’s dragging you from one exhibit to another, her little hands pulling on yours with excited tugs. It’s moments like these that remind you why you push so hard. Seeing her wide-eyed and full of wonder makes every sleepless night worth it.

You’re at an exhibit featuring cutting-edge AI when you feel her stop abruptly.

“Mommy, look! That's Iron Man!” Lily’s voice is filled with awe as she points to the tall figure standing a few feet away, surrounded by a small crowd. You follow her finger, and your heart skips a beat.

Tony Stark.

There’s no mistaking him, dressed in a sharp blazer and sunglasses, exuding that signature arrogance and charm you’ve only ever seen on TV. He’s in the middle of a casual conversation with someone, but even from here, you can feel the aura of importance surrounding him.

“Yeah, that’s Iron Man,” you murmur, feeling a bit like a deer in headlights. You hadn’t expected to run into someone like him.

But Lily, being the fearless little adventurer she is, takes off running toward him before you can stop her. You’re quick on her heels, heart pounding as you call her name.

“Lily, wait!”

But it’s too late. She’s already tugging on Tony Stark’s pant leg by the time you catch up, looking up at him with those wide, curious eyes.

“Hi, Iron Man! I like your robots,” she says brightly, as if she’s talking to any random adult. Tony glances down, pulling his sunglasses off to reveal a pair of surprisingly kind eyes as he kneels to her level.

“Hey there, kiddo. You’ve got good taste.” He flashes a grin, and for a moment, you see why people love him so much. There’s something disarming about his easy confidence.

You finally reach them, feeling flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry—she’s… really into tech. She didn’t mean to—”

But Tony waves a hand dismissively, standing up to his full height and giving you a once-over. His gaze lingers just a fraction too long, and you suddenly feel like you’re under a microscope.

“No harm done,” he says, his tone surprisingly light. “She’s got a future, clearly. Knows how to pick role models.”

You chuckle awkwardly, still trying to process that you’re standing in front of the Tony Stark. Up close, he’s even more intimidating, but in a weirdly magnetic way. There’s a spark in his eyes that speaks of brilliance, mischief, and something deeper you can’t quite put your finger on.

“She loves Iron Man,” you say, trying to regain some composure. “She’s been obsessed with building things since she could stack blocks. I can’t seem to keep her away from anything mechanical.”

Tony arches a brow, glancing down at Lily who’s now excitedly talking about the miniature rocket she tried to build last week.

“Is that so?” he says, crouching down again, giving Lily his full attention. “A mini rocket, huh? Did it work?”

Lily shakes her head, her pigtails swaying. “It almost did. But it went boom.”

Tony chuckles, ruffling her hair lightly. “Sometimes that’s how the best inventions start. Next time, try using a lower combustion rate. Less ‘boom,’ more ‘whoosh.’”

You’re surprised by how gentle he is with her, how effortlessly he connects with a child, that you don't have the heart to tell him that it was you who did the major part of the building process. For a moment, you just watch them, your chest tightening at the sight of Lily’s joy. It’s rare for her to interact with anyone like this, especially someone who doesn’t treat her like a kid.

He stands up again, turning to you with a smirk. “She’s smart. Gets it from her mom?”

You flush slightly at the compliment, feeling a bit tongue-tied under his gaze. “I guess you could say that. I was an engineer before…” You trail off, not sure why you’re suddenly oversharing. Something about Tony Stark makes it hard not to.

Before you can say more, he interrupts. “Let me guess — you’re still an engineer. Just doing the mom-engineer thing now. That’s no small feat.”

You blink, caught off guard by how perceptive he is. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I know a thing or two about multitasking. Running a company and saving the world — it’s basically the same as raising a kid, right?”

You laugh despite yourself, relaxing a little. He’s not what you expected. Less distant, more… human.

“Sure, except your robots actually listen to you,” you quip, and Tony grins.

“Most of the time,” he admits. “So, any chance I could take a look at that rocket project? I’ve got a thing for fixing ‘booms.’”

Your heart skips again at the casual offer, but before you can reply, Lily pipes up, bouncing on her toes.

“Can we, Mommy? Please?”

You glance between her eager face and Tony’s amused expression. This is surreal. But there’s something about the way he’s looking at both of you — like he’s actually interested, not just humoring a fan. Like he sees you.

Maybe this isn’t a bad idea after all.

As you walk beside Tony Stark, weaving through the crowd, you can't quite believe what's happening. This kind of thing doesn't happen to people like you. Yet here you are, with Lily practically skipping ahead, chattering excitedly about rockets and robots, while Tony listens with genuine interest.

“So,” he says, glancing sideways at you, “what’s your theory on the combustion failure? Too much fuel or not enough stabilization?”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden technical question. You’d been bracing yourself for more of his charm or sarcasm, but here he is, actually engaging with you on a deeper level. You’re impressed, though it makes sense—he is Tony Stark, after all.

“Stabilization, mostly,” you reply, falling into a rhythm of conversation. “The design was sound, but we didn’t account for the weight distribution. It shifted mid-launch and threw everything off.”

He nods thoughtfully, like he's analyzing every detail. “Classic mistake. I had a similar issue with one of my early suits—though, you know, a little less ‘mini rocket,’ a little more ‘metal suit crashing into a building.’ Same basic concept, though.”

You laugh at the mental image, feeling a bit more at ease. “Yeah, I imagine the stakes were a little higher for you.”

Tony shrugs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Well, let’s just say property damage and I have a complicated relationship.”

Lily turns around, walking backward as she looks up at Tony with wide eyes. “Did you blow up a building?!”

He grins, glancing down at her. “A few, but mostly on purpose. Don’t try that at home, kid.”

Lily giggles, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She’s clearly in awe of him, and it’s hard to blame her. You feel a bit of that awe yourself, though you’re trying not to show it.

“So, where’s this rocket of yours?” Tony asks, glancing around like he's half-expecting it to pop out of nowhere.

You clear your throat, feeling a bit sheepish. “Oh, um… it’s back at our apartment. We didn’t exactly bring it to the expo. I wasn’t expecting to run into… well, you.”

Tony raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing more pronounced. “What, you don’t carry failed rocket prototypes everywhere you go? Amateur move.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Tony taps his chin, pretending to think hard. “Tell you what. Why don’t you two swing by my place later? I’ve got a full lab, and I’m sure we can find something that won’t blow up—at least not right away.”

Your heart skips at the offer. Is he serious? Inviting you to Stark Tower like it’s the most casual thing in the world? You glance down at Lily, who’s looking up at you with pleading eyes, clearly hoping you’ll say yes.

“Are you sure?” you ask, trying not to sound too shocked. “I mean, we wouldn’t want to intrude.”

Tony waves a hand dismissively. “Intrude? Nah. Besides, I’ve been meaning to show off my new toys to someone who actually appreciates them. Kids are way better at that than most adults.” He glances down at Lily, then adds with a wink, “Plus, I’ve got juice boxes.”

Lily practically jumps up and down. “Mommy, can we go? Please, please, please?”

You hesitate for a moment, weighing the surreal situation. But something about Tony’s easy demeanor, the way he’s connected with Lily, and even the way he’s made you feel comfortable makes it hard to say no. It’s not every day you get a chance like this, and you know Lily will talk about it for weeks if you turn it down.

“Alright,” you say, giving in with a smile. “I guess we’re going to Stark Tower.”

Tony grins, looking genuinely pleased with your answer. “Great. Let’s make it a field trip.”

🚀

An hour later, you find yourself walking through the sleek, high-tech halls of Stark Tower. The whole place feels like something out of a futuristic movie, and you can’t help but feel a little out of place. But Tony, ever the showman, makes sure neither you nor Lily feel that way for long.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he says with a grand gesture, like he’s introducing you to some royal palace. “I was going for ‘modest,’ but you know, things escalated.”

Lily’s eyes are practically bugging out of her head as she looks around, taking in the shiny surfaces, the impressive tech displays, and the overall coolness of the place. “This is so cool,” she breathes.

You can’t help but agree. “Yeah, this is… incredible.”

Tony leads you both to his lab, where holograms flicker in the air, and sleek machines hum quietly in the background. It’s every bit as impressive as you’d imagined—maybe more so. He walks over to a workbench, tapping a few buttons on a console until a holographic blueprint of a rocket hovers in front of him.

“Alright, kiddo,” he says, crouching down to Lily’s level. “Let’s see what we’re working with. Tell me about your rocket.”

Lily beams, launching into an enthusiastic explanation of her project, complete with wild hand gestures. Tony listens intently, nodding at all the right moments, occasionally throwing in a comment or suggestion.

You stand back, watching the two of them interact. It’s surreal, seeing Tony Stark—the Tony Stark—so genuinely engaged with your daughter. He’s patient, encouraging, and—despite his usual sarcasm—there’s a warmth in the way he talks to her that catches you off guard.

As Lily finishes her explanation, Tony stands up and looks over at you. “Sounds like you’ve got a real prodigy on your hands.”

You smile, feeling a swell of pride. “She’s pretty special, yeah.”

Tony taps his chin thoughtfully, then flashes you a grin. “You know, I don’t usually offer internships to five-year-olds, but I could make an exception.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Maybe in a few years.”

“Fair enough,” Tony replies, still grinning. “But seriously, if she ever wants a tour of the lab—or you do—just say the word.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by the offer. “You’re full of surprises today.”

Tony shrugs, nonchalant. “What can I say? I’m a generous guy. Plus, I like hanging out with people who don’t try to sell me on their latest ‘groundbreaking’ invention every five minutes.”

The three of you spend the next hour tinkering with the rocket design. Tony gives Lily some gentle guidance, teaching her a few tricks of the trade while making sure to keep things light and fun. You can tell she’s having the time of her life, and honestly, so are you. You’ve never seen her this animated, this confident.

As the afternoon winds down, Tony walks you both back to the lobby, hands in his pockets, his usual easy smirk back in place.

“Well, that was fun,” he says. “I’ll have my people send over the specs we worked on. Maybe next time, we can tackle world domination.”

You chuckle. “I’ll let you know if we’re free for that.”

Tony winks at Lily, who’s practically buzzing with excitement. “And hey, kid—next time you’ve got a rocket that goes ‘boom,’ give me a call. We’ll fix it together.”

Lily grins, waving enthusiastically. “Okay! Bye, Iron Man!”

As you leave Stark Tower, you can’t help but glance back at Tony one last time. He gives you a casual wave before turning back toward his lab, and you can’t shake the feeling that today was more than just a chance encounter.

It feels like the beginning of something. Something new. Something… different.

And you can’t wait to see where it goes.

🚀

Over the next few weeks, your life takes on a surreal, almost dream-like quality as Tony Stark begins to weave his way into your world. What starts as a few casual meet-ups, mostly centered around Lily’s fascination with all things tech, turns into something much more.

The first time he invites you both back to Stark Tower, it’s under the pretense of helping Lily with her latest invention—a robot that she’s determined to build from scratch. You sit back, watching as Tony patiently explains complex concepts to your five-year-old daughter, all while making it fun for her. There’s a tenderness in the way he interacts with her that surprises you. Tony Stark, the world-renowned billionaire with a reputation for being difficult, is kind and patient with a child, in ways you never would have expected.

You’re impressed, of course. But more than that, you find yourself drawn to the man behind the Iron Man persona.

It starts with little things. The way Tony catches your eye when Lily says something particularly cute or brilliant, the small smirk he gives when he knows you’re trying to hold back a laugh. He makes a habit of throwing sarcastic comments your way, but you soon realize it’s his way of flirting—teasing you in that playful, witty way he’s known for.

"You know," he says one afternoon while you’re watching him help Lily with a mechanical arm for her robot, “I think I deserve some kind of award for this. ‘Best Teacher to a Mini-Engineer.’ Maybe a medal. Or a statue.”

You smirk, folding your arms across your chest. “Oh, absolutely. I’m sure the world’s been waiting for a bronze Tony Stark to grace Central Park.”

He grins, that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. “I knew you were smart.”

It’s in these small moments that you find yourself opening up to him. You’ve always been independent, not allowing yourself to lean on anyone for help, but Tony’s different. He’s been through his own struggles, carried his own burdens, and while you’re still cautious, you find comfort in the fact that he gets it. He doesn’t judge you for being a single mom or for the sacrifices you’ve had to make. If anything, he admires it.

"Raising a kid and working as an engineer?" he says one night over dinner—yes, dinner. He’d invited you and Lily over for what he called "a Stark special," which turned out to be takeout pizza and some ridiculous dessert made by his AI assistant. "That’s a superhero gig right there."

You laugh, shaking your head. “I’m pretty sure saving the world in a metal suit still beats making school lunches and fixing leaky faucets.”

“Hey,” Tony says, his tone light but serious, “you do both. No suit needed.”

That night, when you leave, you find yourself thinking about him long after Lily has fallen asleep. There's something about Tony that lingers. Maybe it's his charm, or maybe it's the way he looks at you like you’re more than just a mom balancing a million things—like he sees the person you were before all the responsibilities took over.

As time passes, the two of you fall into an easy rhythm. You, Tony, and Lily have your little routine now, with frequent visits to Stark Tower becoming almost a weekend tradition. What surprises you most is how seamlessly Tony has integrated into your life—and not just with Lily. He asks about your work, your passions, the things you’ve had to put on hold since becoming a single mom. He pushes you to take up some of your old engineering projects, even offering his lab space if you ever want to tinker.

“You could use the space when I’m not around,” he says one evening, nonchalant as ever. “There’s always room for another genius around here.”

You laugh it off, though your heart skips a beat. “I’m pretty sure one genius is enough.”

Tony arches an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “You’re right. With you here, we might be over capacity.”

As the weeks turn into months, you realize you’ve grown used to having Tony around. He’s no longer just the famous billionaire who showed up at a science expo one day. He’s become a friend, someone you can talk to, someone you can rely on.

But there’s more to it than just friendship. You feel it in the way your heart flutters when he leans a little too close during one of his sarcastic quips, or the warmth that spreads through your chest when he smiles at you—really smiles, with that soft, almost vulnerable look in his eyes. You find yourself looking forward to the moments when it's just the two of you, standing on the balcony of Stark Tower late at night, talking about everything and nothing while Lily sleeps soundly in the guest room.

One evening, after one of those long, late-night talks, something shifts. You’re standing on the balcony, the city skyline stretched out before you, the cool breeze brushing your skin. Tony’s beside you, quiet for once, just watching the city lights. There’s a rare stillness about him, and you feel the weight of it, like he’s on the verge of saying something important.

“You know,” he says after a long pause, his voice quieter than usual, “I didn’t expect this.”

You glance at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He turns to face you, and for a moment, he’s not the confident, sarcastic Tony Stark. There’s something raw in his expression, something vulnerable. “This. Us. You and Lily.” He swallows, as if the words are difficult for him. “I’ve spent so much time being Iron Man, or the guy who fixes problems, that I forgot what it’s like to just… be with someone. To care about people who aren’t expecting me to save the world.”

Your heart skips. His honesty catches you off guard, but you can tell it’s not something he shares often. And suddenly, you realize that you feel the same way.

“You’ve been… different for us, too,” you admit, your voice soft. “I wasn’t looking for anyone, and definitely not someone like you, but…” You trail off, unsure how to finish the sentence. How do you explain that Tony Stark has become more than just a fixture in your life? That you’ve started to fall for him, for all his quirks and complexities, for the way he’s seamlessly become part of your world?

Before you can find the right words, Tony steps closer. His eyes hold yours, that familiar spark of mischief still there, but tempered with something deeper. “I think,” he says, his voice low, “you and I are a pretty good team.”

You smile, feeling the weight of what’s unspoken between you. “Yeah,” you whisper. “We are.”

And then, without another word, Tony leans in. The kiss is soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But when your lips meet, there’s a spark, an electric current that runs through you both, confirming what you’ve known for a while now.

This is real. This is something worth holding on to.

🚀

The decision to make your relationship with Tony Stark official doesn’t happen in a single moment—it’s a gradual shift, one that feels inevitable after months of stolen glances, lingering touches, and nights spent talking on his balcony. But when it does happen, it’s perfect in its simplicity.

It starts one morning in his penthouse, a few months after that first kiss. You’ve been spending more time there, with Lily (who Tony affectionately refers to as "the little genius") practically making his lab her second home. The three of you have fallen into a comfortable rhythm, a little makeshift family that somehow feels like it’s always been meant to be.

On this particular morning, you wake up tangled in Tony’s sheets, the warmth of his body pressed against your back, his arm draped lazily over your waist. You turn your head slightly, smiling to yourself as you hear the soft hum of his breathing. For a man who seems to have the weight of the world on his shoulders, he looks surprisingly peaceful when he sleeps.

As you shift to move, Tony tightens his arm around you, pulling you back against him with a sleepy grumble. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You chuckle, your voice hushed in the early morning quiet. “Trying to escape before your little apprentice wakes up.”

He groans, burying his face in your neck. “Let her tinker. She’s practically running the lab anyway.” His lips graze your shoulder as he speaks, and you feel a familiar spark of heat ripple through you at his touch.

“You’re terrible,” you murmur, though there’s no real bite in your words. You’ve gotten used to Tony’s brand of affection—playful, but with an edge of intensity that never fails to make your heart race.

“Mmm, terrible, but irresistible.” His voice is still thick with sleep, but there’s a hint of mischief in it, the same mischief that always makes your pulse quicken. He shifts slightly, his hand trailing from your waist down to your thigh, fingers brushing lightly against your skin in a way that’s both teasing and possessive.

You turn in his arms, meeting his gaze. His eyes are half-lidded, but there’s a familiar hunger there that sends a thrill of anticipation through you. “You’re definitely full of yourself,” you say, though your voice is softer now, breathier.

Tony’s smirk grows, his hand slipping beneath the sheets to pull you closer. “And you love it.”

Before you can respond, his lips capture yours, and any thought of protest melts away in the heat of the kiss. His hand grips your thigh, pulling your leg over his waist as he deepens the kiss, the familiar intensity building between you. It’s slow at first, a lazy sort of desire, but it doesn’t take long before you’re both lost in each other, the rest of the world fading away.

Later, as the sun filters through the curtains and you’re both tangled together in the sheets, a comfortable silence fills the room. Tony’s fingers are tracing absent patterns on your arm, and you can’t help but smile at how natural it feels, how easy.

“Have you thought about… telling people?” you ask softly, your head resting on his chest.

Tony raises an eyebrow, though he doesn’t seem surprised by the question. “Telling people, as in the media?”

You nod, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable. Being with Tony Stark comes with a certain level of exposure, and while you’ve been okay with the low profile you’ve kept so far, part of you wonders what it would mean to go public.

Tony is quiet for a moment, then he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze. “Hey, I don’t care what they say out there,” he says, his voice firm but gentle. “If you want to keep things private for now, we can do that. But if you’re asking if I’m ready to go public…”

His thumb brushes over your cheek, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Your heart flutters at his words, warmth blooming in your chest. “I don’t care about the media,” you admit. “I just… I want to make sure we’re ready. That Lily’s ready.”

Tony’s expression softens at the mention of your daughter. “Lily’s already got me wrapped around her finger. I’d be more worried about how I’m going to survive that.”

You laugh, but the sincerity in his words brings a lump to your throat. Tony’s relationship with Lily has grown in ways you never expected. He’s been patient, playful, and completely devoted to her. And seeing them together has only deepened your feelings for him.

“Okay,” you say finally, smiling at him. “Let’s do it. Let’s go public.”

When the news breaks, the media goes into a frenzy. The headlines scream about “Tony Stark’s New Flame,” and “Iron Man’s Mystery Woman.” Paparazzi photos of you and Tony walking hand in hand through Central Park with Lily are splashed across every tabloid and news outlet.

To your surprise, the response is largely positive. While some outlets speculate about Tony’s past relationships and his infamous bachelor reputation, most seem genuinely intrigued by the idea of Tony Stark settling down, especially with someone who isn’t from the celebrity world.

The tabloids nickname you “The Genius and the Heart” and seem fascinated by how “normal” your life is compared to Tony’s glamorous lifestyle. There are articles praising you for balancing being a single mom with your engineering career, while others focus on Tony’s softer side, now that he’s seen as a father figure to your daughter.

You try to ignore most of the noise, but Tony, of course, has fun with it. One morning, you catch him scrolling through a gossip site, shaking his head in amusement.

“They think I’m domestic now,” he says, pretending to be offended. “I mean, can you imagine me, Tony Stark, settling down with a family?”

You roll your eyes, sitting beside him on the couch. “You do realize you’re proving them right by reading that, right?”

He grins, tossing his phone aside before pulling you into his lap. “Let them think what they want. I’ve got everything I need right here.”

The moment you realize how much your relationship with Tony has changed comes one evening when you’re back at the penthouse after a long day. Tony’s in the kitchen with Lily, helping her with a science project that’s somehow turned into an impromptu baking session. The sound of Lily’s giggles fills the space, and you’re watching them from the doorway, a warm smile on your face.

Tony’s crouched down, talking to Lily as they decorate cupcakes—his version of “science.” You’re about to step in and join them when you hear it. Lily looks up at Tony, eyes wide with excitement, and says, “Can I put the sprinkles on, Daddy?”

Your breath catches. It’s the first time she’s ever called him that, and for a moment, you freeze, unsure how Tony will react.

But Tony doesn’t miss a beat. He smiles, ruffling her hair and handing her the sprinkles. “Go for it, kiddo. Just don’t get too carried away.”

Your heart swells, a mix of joy and disbelief washing over you. Lily’s words hang in the air, and when Tony glances up at you, there’s a softness in his expression that takes your breath away. He’s not just playing a part—he’s become a part of your life in ways you never imagined.

Later, when Lily’s asleep, you and Tony find yourselves curled up on the couch, the weight of the day settling into a comfortable silence. You rest your head on his chest, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his arm.

“She called you ‘Daddy,’” you murmur softly, still processing the moment.

Tony’s hand tightens around yours, his voice quiet but filled with warmth. “Yeah, she did.”

You glance up at him, searching his face for any sign of hesitation, but all you see is a man who has found his place—who has chosen to be here, with you and Lily.

“Are you okay with that?” you ask, your voice a little unsteady.

Tony looks down at you, his eyes filled with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. “I’ve never been more okay with anything,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m all in. With both of you.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but they’re tears of happiness, of relief. You reach up, cupping his face as you pull him into a kiss—slow, tender, and filled with all the emotions you’ve been holding onto for so long.

When you finally pull away, Tony brushes a thumb across your cheek, his smile soft but full of promise. “So, what do you say? Think you can handle me as part of the family?”

You laugh, your heart feeling light. “I think we’ve been handling you just fine.”

And as you settle back into his arms, you know that this—this—is exactly where you’re meant to be. Together. A family.

Forever.

okay, this was so cute to write <3 I love writing Tony as a softie, because I know deep down he is one.

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THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (blurb 2)

the wedding bells ring!!

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dior.n.goodjohn still in shock that the baddest baddie is off the market 😫 congrats to my best friend, partner in crime and the most talented woman on earth

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aubreyyang I LOVE YOU I cant wait to have u as my maid of honour

oliviarodrigo stop the last photo turned out so good!!

olliebearman who's that baddie in the first slide wow

-- dior.n.goodjohn ur so luck that she walks you like a dog

-- user1 BYEEE she clocked him w that one

aubreybearmanxx THE CONTENT WE ARE ABOUT TO RECEIVE

user2 her having the girls but also Ollies little sister in her bridal party is everythingg

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dinobeganovic_ letting the man have one more wild night (we knocked Oscar into the ocean) before being tied down forever (we confiscated his phone because he kept trying to text Aubrey)

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aubreyyang my mans devoted what can I say 😘

-- olliebearman love you babe

-- landonorris can't believe their letting kids get married

-- olliebearman ur like 5 years older than me

-- landonorris I said what I said

-- aubreyfanpage22 they went public and now they have no shame 😨

oscarpiastri anything for my brothers big night

-- user3 girl the f1 friend group is another level

user4 OH THEYRE ALL SO FINEEE

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lilymhe big day for my best girl

Aubrey, the first time I met you, you were 17 and out of your first relationship. It pained me to see someone who held so much love in their heart to be hurt. Now, 6 year later you've found the man of your dreams who treats you like a queen. I'm the proudest big sister 🤍

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user4 im crying sm they're perfect for each other the haters can shut up

morganfreeman my little girl is all grown

-- aubreyyang MORGAN THANK YOU FOR COMING

aubreyyang lily ilysm words cant describe how grateful I am for your wisdom and company its helped my relationship so much

alexalbon our daughters so old

-- user5 this is so wholesome

--pastryboii33 ever since Oscar made that joke the grid has become an interconnected weave of familial ties

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user6 OH THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL

aubreyyangfan1 the real ones know the soft launching days

user7 aren't they kinda young

-- olliebearmancontectts they're 24 and 26 so no not really

lewishamilton congrats!

terribearman welcome to the family!

-- aubreyyang ty mama bearman xx

user8 just watched their wedding video AND I SOBBED

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user9 ABSOLUTE ICON

f1tracks00 the sheer amount of fame at this wedding

-- user10 who was there

-- f1tracks the whole grid, aubreys current and past costars (Morgan freeman, Michelle Yeoh, dallas liu, Mckenna grace, the whole Percy jackson cast) and like hella celebrities

charles_leclerc shoutout to LEC for catering the dessert

-- alexandrasaintmleux babe not the smalls promotion rn

alexandrasaintmelux the most beautiful bride

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scuderiaferrari congrats to the prince and princess of Ferrari!

-- user11 wow she is so ethereal

-- olliebearman ikr

-- user11 BYE WHAT R U DOING HERE

aubreyyang my handsome groom

ollieyangg92 the way ollie was crying when she was walking down the aisle

-- user12 AND THEIR VOWS LOVE REALLY EXISTS

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❛ ♡. gif credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍. ❜

★ ⎯⎯ prince aemond and his betrothed take a stroll together in the royal gardens, though a bit more happens on this ‘stroll’ than he had previously anticipated.

𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: i don’t really know what this is, but i was heavily caffeinated & wanted to write something with mostly fluff in it, so… happy reading & enjoy ! ♡

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: mdni, suggestive themes, slightly dark!aemond, profanity, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, first kiss (reader), period-typical sexism, misogyny (women are more than breeding machines, aemond!), innocence kink, breeding kink, possessive & obsessive behavior, pet names, romance, fluff—any grammatical errors are my own -- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1.7k

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒.

aemond could recall the way you smelled by memory—like freshly ripened strawberries, white roses, sweetened vanilla, your hair was always luscious and soft, like the white satin dress you chose to wear today due to the summer heat in king’s landing.

or maybe, you wished to seek him out and gain more of his attention?

if aemond were to be honest with himself, it worked—oh, how it worked.

“tell me, darling—is the color of your lily-white dress an indication of your virtue?” he mused, causing your cheeks to flush and become dewy from the early afternoon sun, blooming flowers surrounding the two of you.

you couldn’t speak, too embarrassed by your betrothed’s sudden teasing—besides… how scandalous would it be if someone were to eavesdrop on your conversation with the one-eyed prince?

aemond smirked, amused by your shy reaction.

‘twas not as if you were in private, no—the prince demanded your presence once he had finished with his morning training, wishing to take you on a stroll in the royal gardens of the red keep, knowing how much you adored the sight of flowers.

still, no matter how scandalous your dress seemed to others, the heat in king’s landing was quite stifling—even more so with aemond carefully observing you, his amethyst eye sharp and intense as he walked alongside you, not paying any attention to the flowers around you both.

aemond was content to just simply gaze down at you, his own pretty, little flower—soon to blossom into a woman grown, as soon as he would take you under his protection as his lady wife, as far as traditions go.

he made you incredibly nervous—with his long strands of silver hair, his sharp yet handsome features, his prominent nose, his lithe but strong frame, his tall height (which towered over you), those soft, naturally curved lips of his… seven above, you could go on and on!

unbelievably, you seemed to have his full, undivided attention, which made your heart flutter—having the prince all to yourself?

you felt as if you were in some sort of dream—perhaps, you were.

especially with the way aemond treated you—respectful and kind, though you could always see a darkened gleam in his one-eye, as if he were holding himself back from something.

it made your soft, inner thighs slick with arousal—it also had you praying to the seven above each and every evening before bed, begging for forgiveness for your depraved thoughts of your betrothed.

in any case, aemond was much, much worse than you.

aemond could not seem to control himself around you, his cock hardening by the second the more he spent his time with you—alone.

“my sweet lady,” he murmured, interrupting your compliments of the colorful flowers, as he allowed you to do most of the talking as you two walked together, side by side.

aemond was never big on conversation, he never had been, preferring to stay silent and keep his thoughts concealed to himself, in fear of being mocked as he was when he was just a child.

you paused, looking up at the prince—his one natural eye was amethyst in color, the other a sparkling sapphire gem he’d stuffed into his left eye socket when he was just a boy, after his eye had been stolen by his bastard nephew.

however, as you looked up at aemond, there was only one word in your mind—beautiful.

still, he was touched that you didn’t seem afraid of him—in fact, you seemed greatly insulted when he would wear his leather eyepatch around you, claiming it unnecessary and that you wished to see your betrothed whole—every single inch of him.

perhaps, that was the moment aemond one-eye fell irrevocably in love with you.

a moment of silence passed—not uncomfortable, just two soon-to-be lovers gazing at each other.

“may i kiss you, my lady?” he questioned, watching your doe eyes widen, your pink, plump lips parting open slightly in surprise.

“k-kiss me?” you stammered, so sweet and innocent and his.

you didn’t have it in your heart to deny him—in fact, you wanted nothing more than to feel his plush, curved mouth upon yours—desperately.

you nodded, eagerly giving him your consent.

aemond chuckled, quiet and breathy, amused by your sudden eagerness—his shy girl no longer.

immediately, without waiting another second, the prince moved to cup the sides of your flushed face with both of his big, calloused hands, before bending his knees slightly and capturing your lips in a needy, passionate kiss—hearing you release a soft, breathy moan of bliss.

aemond hummed, pleased.

unexpectedly, you kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm, though a bit clumsy, making him think to himself that perhaps this was your first kiss—your first kiss with a man.

the thought excited aemond, which also caused his cock to ache with need—to feel your wet, tight little cunt wrapped around his cock, squeezing him like a vise, right before he would start fucking into your warmth at a frenzied pace, mad with lust for you.

you were a soft, sensitive little thing, with a heart made of glass, meant to be protected, loved, spoiled… and aemond was the perfect man for the role.

he’d cherish you like his queen, love you with every breath he took and beat of his heart—the kind of love that would be told for centuries to come—legendary.

after several seconds of growing accustomed to the way your lips molded together—so perfectly—aemond easily slipped his tongue into your mouth—exploring its delicious sweetness.

strawberries, white roses, and sweetened vanilla.

your scent, your taste—it all filled his senses, making his cock strain even more inside of his leather breeches, while he continuously kissed you more and more, like a man starved until he thought he could never stop.

clearly, you did not wish to stop either.

your soft hands clawed at his back, tugging on his long strands of silver hair, clinging to his lithe form with desperation—a need so strong, aemond had half the mind to bend you over the nearest bench, lift up your pretty, satin skirts and fuck you from behind like a wild beast in his rut.

after several longer moments, you pulled away, gasping for air, though your lips still continued to gently brush against his, both of you panting and sharing the same breath—lips kiss-swollen and desperate for more from one another.

aemond’s eyes were heavy lidded and filled with lust—his amethyst eye practically dilated black and his sparkling sapphire eye shining dangerously with the need to touch you, to fuck you, to spill his seed deep inside of your womb—so deep, you’d be carrying his son by morning.

nevertheless, aemond was a gentleman—he could be patient, though that didn’t stop his depraved thoughts of taking your maidenhead on your wedding night, which was quickly approaching by the days—thank the gods.

soon, you’d be his wife—his lady targaryen.

his and only his.

“perhaps, we s-should return b-back inside, my prince? ‘tis nearly lunchtime… the queen mother requested my presence—she wishes to go over the flower arrangements for our wedding,” you spoke breathlessly, your voice slightly shaky from the intensity of the kiss you both shared.

aemond hummed, nodding his head once in agreement, his face returning back to its usual stoic expression—though his cheeks were still tinted pink and his cock was surely leaking inside of his breeches now… as if he were a little boy once again!

how fucking ridiculous, that he had gotten hard after just simple kissing—however, technically it wasn’t just ‘simple kissing’, not when he was so hopelessly in love.

instantly, aemond offered you one of his lean arms, a silent offer to escort you to his dearest mother’s private solar… and maybe even indulge in some of the ladies newest gossip about your upcoming nuptials—if only to spend more time in your presence.

aemond could not give less of a fuck about what any of the simpering, aggravating noblewomen had to say or gossip about—he only cared for you and what you had to say.

therefore, he would endure the torturous boredom of the ladies of the court, even if he thought each and every single one of them were poisonous, nasty creatures.

be that as it may, aemond would only do such a thing to remain by your side for the rest of the day… and to harshly glare threateningly at any lady who even looked at you the wrong way.

it seemed, the longer aemond spent his time in your gentle presence, the more he grew obsessed—your beautiful and relaxing voice, your sweet smiles, your gentle touch, your naïveté.

seven hells, you were the most breathtaking creature he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing, even with only his one-eye.

when aemond did observe you, which was quite often now as he couldn’t bear to tear his eye away from you, he’d notice the little things about you—causing his world to stop and revolve only around you.

you, you, you.

snapping out of his lovesick thoughts, aemond glanced down at you as you looped your own arm around his offered one, making his blackened heart give a tiny flutter as you smiled so prettily up at him.

“shall we, my sweet lady?” he questioned, his voice a low rasp, controlled and steady, but he did try his best effort with being soft with you, not wanting to scare you off and have you believe the vile rumors spread about him from the court gossipers.

he knew he had quite the temper, the targaryen madness, they called it.

you giggled, “of course, my prince.”

fuck, aemond was quite certainly fucking doomed by having you as his future lady wife—so sweet, caring and loving, the way you seemed so docile and yearned for children of your own… you’d make a lovely mother to his sons, that he was certain.

just as a lovely mother to his future heirs, you’d also make the most perfect wife, he decided.

obedient, doting, gentle, tender and loving—aemond could not wait to make you his little wife, and have his firstborn son swelling inside of your womb.

until then, aemond would portray himself as the perfect gentleman (as usual)—that is, until your wedding night arrives.

fin

[adokyoguen]

Can you write a fic where Muzan sees the reincarnation of his late wife who he married when he was a human.

★۰ ໋࣭ muzan x reader.

omg I really liked this request so much that I wanted to do two parts, lol

this will be before Muzan finds the reincarnation of his late wife okay? I hope you like it and I'll be posting the second part soon :)

note: any grammatical errors made, please ignore. English is not my first language so I ask for patience :((

Muzan was never affectionate, at least the upper moons never noticed a feeling of empathy or an ounce of happiness in muzan. Everyone described him as spiteful and insensitive, he sees no value in humans. To his subordinates... he never showed respect.

But what no one knew was that a long time ago, Muzan actually had a family, he didn't have children, but Muzan has a wife, or rather, he did. She died a long time ago, he didn't even remember her face anymore, like, it was more than a thousand years alive as a demon... how could he remember? But he remembered all the effort she had put into giving her husband as much comfort as possible. Muzan was currently in the Infinity Castle, testing some experiments, but it seemed like something was wrong, the man felt something draining his energy. Even if it was 0.1%, he could feel it.

Was this some effect of the experiment? No... Muzan knew very well what he was messing with, and no side effects involved mental fatigue, especially from the first Oni that existed. Maybe it was his intrusive thoughts about humans that ended up leading him to you. He really hated humans, he wouldn't hesitate in the slightest to take one's life, but with you... was it different?

When he turned into an oni, you were there, in fact neither of you two understood very well what had happened to Muzan, but you never treated him with indifference... you had a pure heart, too pure to live in this world cruel, too pure to be rotten.

On the one hand, he would have immensely wished that it had been him who had killed you, it would have been much more dignified than a simple death from natural causes, at least for you. It's ironic to say that Muzan fell in love with you precisely because of your pure heart, since the man was totally the opposite. Even if you were here, Muzan wouldn't be the same caring husband he was years ago, but deep down, he would know that you would never give up on him.

Muzan sat on the chair, trying to clear his mind to return to the experiment, he cursed you deeply for appearing in his thoughts just when he was busy with something that could revolutionize the lives of oni's.

But then... there you were.

Muzan raised his head after feeling a presence in the same room as him, the man knew that Nakime wouldn't put anyone in the infinite castle if it weren't for Muzan's own request, so why is he feeling watched?

The answer was you.

For some reason that even he couldn't describe, you were there, exactly as you were buried, for a split second, he might have thought he was going crazy, but he didn't want to think about it. Muzan got up from the chair and approached his late wife, you looked so... cold. He didn't show any hint of emotion in his eyes when he raised his hand to touch your cheek, that touch wasn't a form of affection, it was just a test to see if he could feel your skin.

And the answer was no, the hand instantly passed across her figure. How were you here? Had he cursed his soul or something? Haven't you rested in peace all these years?

— Y/N?— Muzan calls you, hoping that you could respond.

Hope, this word is something he hasn't had for many years, of course his greatest hope was the blue Spider Lily Flower, but he never felt hope in the human race. But well... you're not human anymore, so he didn't care about his momentary weakness.He watched her hand come up and land on his hand, which was flying across his cheek. Muzan felt his senses scramble when you gave him a smile, that smile he thought he would never see again.

Muzan never left his cold expression, after years of being an oni and killing people... he no longer felt anything inside him, and at that moment, it was the same. His thoughts were interrupted with smoke filling the place, Muzan hurried to move the container that was causing this away from his table, so that the smoke would stop.

His gaze turned to you, but you weren't there. The man looked at the room he was in, looking for any sign of his presence, even though he felt that there was no one else with him. Muzan sat in his chair again, looking at the blueprint he was studying on his desk.

Brugmansia suaveolens of course... how did he not think of that before? The man took his notebook from the table, where he had notes about the variations of plants on the planet.

Brugmansia is a genus of seven species of flowering plants in the nightshade family Solanaceae. They are woody trees or shrubs, with pendulous flowers, and have no spines on their fruit. Their large, fragrant flowers give them their common name of angel's trumpets, adjacent to the nickname devil's trumpets of the closely related genus Datura.

Side effects of Brugmansia include nausea, vomiting, dry eyes, increased heart rate, dizziness and visual hallucination.

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paper airplanes.

tadashi hamada x reader

★You finally get to attend your dream school at SFIT in San Fransokyo. It seemed like a dream come true with a wide city to explore and new friends at your side. But they always say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover and boy did San Fransokyo have the most deceiving appearance

tw-depression, injuries, vigilantism. characters are all college aged adults (minus hiro). san fransokyo looks cute but is basically gotham. angst, fluff, romance.

afab! reader plus she/her pronouns!!

chapter [1]

Chapter 2: First Day

You laid there for a minute before rolling out of bed, the cool air of the room raised goose bumps along your skin as you left the warm confines of your comforter.

The gentle jingle of your phone's alarm jolted you awake. The soft music ever so slightly grating at the hour it went off in.

For a second you wondered why you had agreed to go out to a cafe at a relatively early time on the weekend, right after spending the day prior traveling and unpacking luggage, but you knew once your day started it wouldn't be so bad.

After finishing your morning preparations you met Lily in your shared living space. She adorned a pastel sweater over a white tank top and handmade beads draped between the two belt loops of her jeans. On her right hand was a small collection of silly bands and a variety of rings covered several of her fingers. The colors of her outfit shined brightly against her warm skin and mismatched clips in her hair held back heaps of dark curls.

"You ready?" She asks as she grabbed her hand painted tote bag and stood up from her seat on the couch, "I think if we go now we shouldn't have too much of a hard time with lines".

You nodded and collected your belongings as well, leaving the comforts of your dorm to join Lily in her ideas for the day.

Fortunately there were multiple bus stops in various places around campus, allowing you and other students to better navigate the city. Your student ID doubling as a bus pass also makes the journey just that much simpler.

The two of you made your way to the nearest bus stop, chatting lightly about your classes and plans for the semester. When the bus arrived, you both boarded, flashing your student IDs to the driver before finding seats near the back. The ride was smooth, and you took in the sights of the city as you traveled.

After a short ride, you arrived at the stop nearest to the Lucky Cat Cafe. Stepping off the bus, you were greeted by the lively atmosphere of the neighborhood, filled with various shops and restaurants. The cafe itself was charming, with a warm, inviting exterior and a sign that read "Lucky Cat Cafe" in bright, friendly letters.

As you walked in, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods welcomed you. The interior was cozy and inviting, with wooden chairs and tables, colorful artwork on the walls, and a counter filled with an array of tempting treats. You and Lily found a table by the window and sat down, eager to enjoy your morning together.

The menu was posted online so you were able to browse options without awkwardly standing in front of the counter, a true blessing as you didn't feel like standing in the way of people attempting to put in their orders.

"I think I know what I want, what about you, Lily?" She nodded and grinned, her eyes scanning the menu on her phone.

"Yep, I think I'll go for the matcha latte and a croissant. What about you?"

You glanced at your own phone one last time, making sure of your choice. "I'm thinking of getting (order)."

With your decisions made, you both approached the counter, confident and ready to place your orders. The barista turned around, and you recognized him instantly as the guy who helped you find your dorm. His warm smile made your heart skip a beat.

"Hey, welcome to the Lucky Cat Café! What can I get for you today?" Tadashi asked, his friendly demeanor putting you at ease.

You exchanged a quick, surprised glance with Lily before placing your order. "I'll have (order), please."

"And I'll get a matcha latte and a croissant," Lily added, her eyes briefly flicking between you and Tadashi.

As Tadashi started preparing your drinks, Lily leaned in and whispered, "He seems really nice."

You nodded, watching Tadashi skillfully handle the various machinery. "Yeah, he does, he actually helped me out the other day."

Once your drinks were ready, Tadashi handed them over with a smile. "Enjoy! Have a great day."

You and Lily found a cozy corner table, settling into the comfortable chairs. As you sipped your drinks, you couldn't help but steal glances at Tadashi, who was now attending to other customers with the same genuine warmth.

"I want to make video games, really, I know whatever about job security but...honestly, that's just what I want to do. Right now I'm in computer science but with a focus on game design." You folded in parts of the napkin as she continued. "After graduation I'd like to go to SFAI and learn more about the artistic side of games, y'know, so I'm more well rounded."

"So," Lily began, her eyes twinkling with curiosity, "What made you choose SFIT?"

"Well I chose SFIT because of how many different pathways and options there are, I want to learn a lot of things from a lot of places, and I felt like SFIT was the best for that. What about you?" You asked, and began fidgeting with the paper napkin on the table.

Her explanation was unique from what you've heard from other students at SFIT, and you wondered if that played into her acceptance. "SFAI? Our rival? That's actually a pretty cool take. What made you want to get into game development?" At this point you were almost done with your masterpiece as you folded even more of the napkin.

"I don't want my life to be boring, if I'm going to work a nine to five until I die I would at least like to be happy doing it and making video games just fits that for me. What about y- oh, you're actually pretty good at that." She referenced to your napkin turned airplane.

"Oh, yeah, I learned the best method I think from a high school physics class, now they're just a fun way to pass time." She grabbed the napkin and examined it, "It won't fly good because it isn't made of paper, but still looks kinda neat," you added but she threw it at you anyway, just for it to fall short on the table.

"Yeah, you're right, but it is still pretty cool." She giggled as you balled up the napkin in preparation to toss it.

As you and Lily finished your drinks and pastries, you noticed Tadashi approaching your table with a friendly smile.

"How was everything?" he asked, genuinely interested.

"It was great, thank you," you replied, returning his smile.

Lily nodded in agreement. "Yeah, the matcha latte was amazing. We'll definitely be coming back."

Tadashi chuckled. "Glad to hear it. If you ever need any recommendations or help around the city, feel free to ask."

"Actually," you said, seizing the opportunity, "do you have any suggestions for places to check out?"

Tadashi thought for a moment, then mentioned a nearby park, a popular bookstore, and a few other interesting spots. As he talked, you couldn't help but notice the genuine enthusiasm in his voice.

"Thanks, Tadashi," you said. "We'll definitely look into those."

"No problem," he replied. "Here, let me give you my number. If you ever want a local's tour or just need some help, don't hesitate to reach out."

He handed you a small piece of paper with his phone number scribbled on it. You felt a flutter of excitement as you took it, carefully tucking it into your pocket.

"Thank you," you said again. "We'll definitely keep that in mind."

With that, he gave a small wave and returned to the counter. You and Lily gathered your things and headed out of the café, feeling a little more at ease in the bustling city.

The bus ride back to campus was filled with light conversation and laughter as you and Lily shared your thoughts on the café and Tadashi’s recommendations. Once you reached your stop, the two of you walked back to your dorm, the campus now alive with students going about their day.

Back in your apartment, you both headed to your respective rooms to relax. After changing out of your street clothes you sank into your bed, enjoying the softness of your comforter after the busy morning. Taking out your phone, you decided to text Tadashi to make it easier for him to add you to his contacts.

"Hey Tadashi, it's (y/n) from the Lucky Cat Café. Thanks for the recommendations! :)"

You hit send and placed your phone on the bedside table, feeling a sense of anticipation for his response. As you settled into your room, you reflected on the quiet day, content with the promise of new connections and the anticipation of what was to come.

Y'all I'm so sorry for ANOTHER short chapter with low amounts of Tadashi, we will get there TRUST! Plus, I just moved, it's finals week, I'm changing my major, work week for cheer started, I have new projects at my job, and overall am absurdly busy lol so please be patient with the quality and quantity of my writing so far. I don't like setting up the beginning of a story so it might be slow until I get to the parts I'm excited about.

If you have any recommendations or ideas please lmk!! I would love to hear from everyone :) ♡

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Lovestruck Ajax!࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

call it unjust or prejudiced, but you’ve always found those with hydro visions a bit conceited, whether they know it or not. but that’s mostly due to childe’s fault. [drabble but more like a ramble] i just finished the fontaine story (no spoilers in the drabble!) and i just love him

‎ܓ perhaps it was thanks to the cruel hands of fate that you have had the displeasure of meeting such a man. his laughter was obnoxious, his eyes as deep as the sea; his smile is that of a fox’, and his bravado is so tall, you ought that its fall would be more cataclysmic than the fall of the great jade chamber.

༊ but if you chalked it up to fate, then perhaps you would think that celestia fancies itself a citizen of fontaine with its love for drama and theatrics.

༊ truly, there was nothing truly pleasant about the man they call ‘ajax,’ ‘childe,’ ‘tartaglia.’ his names don’t matter, he’s annoying all the way.

༊ at first you thought him quite handsome, save for the soulless blue eyes he has. you’ve bumped into him near the northland bank when you were browsing the books at the wanwen bookhouse, and you’ve chat with him a couple of times.

༊ you met again at the wangsheng parlor where he was particularly acquainted with the funeral director’s stoic secretary or whoever he was.

༊ by the tenth time, you wonder if you’re being stalked by the man with how often his face pops up even when you’re in sumeru, inazuma, monstadt and any of the seven nations!

༊ if you managed to find the land of khaenri’ah, you wouldn’t be surprised to see him there, ‘browsing the many places.’

༊ he would strike up a conversation without fail, always with that grin that makes you wonder if he’s practiced making such a stupid face in the mirror.

✎⟆ “oh, [y/n]! what a coincidence, i was just visiting mister zhongli! what brings you at such a grim place?”

✎⟆ “fancy seeing you here, my friend! it’s— it’s almost as if we’re fated to meet.”

✎⟆ “s-since you’re here anyways, why don’t i treat you to some dinner?”

༊ each time you find a reason to leave, you managed to get dragged back with promised words like a sumpter beast following a baited stick! not to mention how often he trips over his own words like a man trying to formulate a lie on the spot! ᝰ

༊ he doesn’t even hide the fact that he’s following you at times! even at the desolate deserts of sumeru, even in the dangerous plains of tatarasuna and somehow even found you in the chasm?!

༊ to have been found so intriguing that a harbinger of all people would be stalking you! it unsettled you to no end how much he loved stalking you! what does a sinister figure want with you!?

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˚◞♡ unbeknownst to you, childe was simply truly enamored with you and your little adventures.

˚◞♡ he’s grown to love how powerful and formidable you are when it comes to fighting. (even if your enemies were mere slimes!)

˚◞♡ he’s been meaning to ask you out directly on dates but your unsettled features and worried expressions made you look so adorable that he couldn’t help but tease you.

˚◞♡ he’s never had trouble with talking to people, but it seems he finds himself stumbling over his own words; perhaps it was because you were his weakness but the smile on his face never seems to fall with you around.

★⟆ “childe..”

✎⟆ “ajax,”

★⟆ “right, ajax, childe, tartaglia.. how did you find me here?”

✎⟆ “oh haha! i frequent this place a lot. you know, it’s quiet and peaceful. great for pondering,”

★⟆ “you.. frequent the chasm’s underbelly..?”

˚◞♡ bleegh! he’s so quirky and wacky, a harbinger not fluent with the language of deceit? say it ain’t so!

˚◞♡ he’s given you bouquets of rainbow roses, calla lilies and even mistflowers!

༊ it’s sweet and all but how did he get into your house?

˚◞♡ leave it to ajax to solely revive the tradition of courtship just for you to return the same fervor. bouquets, dates and ‘fated’ meetings are no issues so long as he gets to be with you.

[marauderseraconfessions]

people who favor literally any adult in the hp fandom need to accept that all of them all have flaws and stop trying to scale things down or victim blame.

sirius- bullied snape and continues to do so as adults, saw harry as more of james than his own person AT TIMES. does that mean you can’t like him? NO. does that mean he’s a horrible disgusting human being? NO?? Did Sirius do A LOt of good in his life including giving his life to protect his godson and help towards defeating voldemort? YES does that mean he’s a person with flaws? YES. did “snape deserve to be bullied”? NO??😭

snape- bullied students, joined DEs, and called lily a slur. Are all of those things unacceptable? YES! Did he have good qualities, especially as he matured and left the DE and risk his life in order to protect his students ? YES. Does him having flaws mean you shouldn’t like him? NO. Does it make sense why a lot the bad things he did take place? YES. does it justify those? NO. Did he deserve to be bullied and ultimately lose his life in double service and spy work? NO???😭

Lupin- Pushed a lot of things under the rug, worked in a position where he risked children, and tried to excuse bullying because of their age, are any of these things acceptable? NO! was he a a generally good person, sacrifice his life and contribute a lot towards the order? YES. Does this erase the bad things he’s done? NO. Did he deserve to be outed in the maurderers era shrieking shack incident by his friends? NO????😭

Molly- She favorited specific kids of hers, didn’t support the twins dreams, and had a werid (misogynistic?) stigma towards hermione and flur? YES. But overall she was a good and loving mother that would end anyone in order to protect her children and their spouses? YES. Did she overcome the werid stigma towards hermione and fleur? YES. Do her bad calls cause her to be a horrible person? NO.

Minerva- Similar to snape she favored her own house, send kids to the forbidden forest, and treat neville unfairly? YES. Was she still a really good head of house who fought for her students? YES. Does her wrongdoings make her a bad person? NO.

Dumbledore- Did he purposely send harry to an abusive home, not do anything about it when there were clear signs, leave everyone in the dark, make snape strike a deal over the safety of HIS order members, risk many students safety like every year, abandon his family which resulted in death, raise harry to die and have him fight dangerous adults almost every year, ask snape to kill him, allow the most unqualified people ever to teach, ignore the shit out of a mentally unstable teenager, let sirius rot without fair trial nor even thinking twice about the possibility of his innocence, and probably even more we’ve yet to know about? YES. were all of these horrible? YEA💀 did he mean any of these with malicious intentions? NO. Did he do this for the creator good? YES. does that mean he was aware of the people he hurt? YES. do i like him? FUCK NO. does that mean other people are able to look past this and continue to like him? YES.

many ways to summarize like every and any adult in this franchise has done some shit but that doesn’t mean you can’t like the character.

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[veeluvss]

My Girl, Lily Prentiss (3)

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"I knew you'd still be here," Rossi sighed, stepping into Emily's office. "Hi Dave," Emily sighed, putting some hair behind her ear. "How are you doing?" "How would anyone be doing right now?" she snapped but then felt bad. "Sorry, I just," she took a deep breath. "How about you head home? Get some rest so you can think clearly," Rossi suggested. "I can't do that," she said, holding up her file. "Work to do." "Have you eaten?" "No, I'm not hungry," Emily replied. "Emily," Rossi said gently, he came around her desk and closed her laptop softly. He sat one leg on the desk, lifting himself up and turned to the raven-haired girl. "This is going to be so much harder if you don't look after yourself," Rossi told her. "I'm fine." "Don't bullshit me," Rossi said, so calmly. Emily couldn't help but laugh. She leaned back in her chair and turned to him. "I know it hurts. I know it's hard. You need a clear head to get the quickest and best result in finding her. Go home and rest." Emily groaned and nodded. "I can't believe I let this happen. If I'd known they were treating her like-" Rossi stopped her with his hand. "I know. That's why you need to protect her now."

That night, Emily slept heavily, the stress of the day exhausting her. She dreamt of Lily, now. Being her own. She dreamt of waking up to her brunette baby beside her in bed after a nightmare, holding her close, and smelling her hair. She dreamt of taking her girl out to the park, on a walk or out to dinner to treat her. She dreamt of her girl's laugh, her cry, her smile. She dreamt of her having Lily back, as her own.

"Right, if I'm Lily, where would I go?" Morgan asked, standing around the table.

The team had concluded that Lily had originally run away from home however, the lack of contact had been disturbing. The last she was seen was getting in a black SUV outside a gas station, 20 miles from her home. There were two people in the front of the car and Garcia, for the life of her, couldn't trace them or the vehicle. "I'd find someone to love me," Tara said, honestly. "Skyla told me that Lily regularly told Tori she didn't feel loved." "Is that not what she was trying to do online?" Morgan asked, writing it on the board nonetheless. "A young girl reaching out for validation on her body is very different to finding someone to love her," JJ explained. "Perhaps she had a boyfriend." "All of her chats I could find were all her deals, none of them even slightly resemble a relationship," Garcia shrugged, tapping on her laptop. "Could she have had a boyfriend in person?" "Her teachers doubt it, she spoke to no one. When she was in school that is." "What about out of school?" "Again. Everyone agrees they've never seen her with other people." The group went silent, all deep in thought. "Has anyone spoken to her biological parents?" Reid asked, suddenly thinking. JJ nodded, "Prentiss is there now."

Keeping her hands at her side, Emily walked through the prison. She waited for the guard to push open the door then clenched her jaw. Harold Addams. The sight of the man in front of her made her unbelievably angry. He destroyed her life. "Prentiss, Prentiss, Prentiss," he sniggered, folding his arms across his chest. "Long time no see." "Addams," she said sternly, sitting in the chair opposite him. "What did I do to deserve such a pretty reward hm?" He asked. Emily felt sick. "Where's your daughter?" "Lily? Well, shouldn't you know that?" "She's been missing for three days. Where is she?" Prentiss wasn't playing around. "How would I know? I'm locked up." He was answering questions with questions. "Have you been having any correspondence outside these walls?" "Only with you beautiful lady," he glistened, leaning forwards. Emily scoffed, "usless."

Garcia sat in her tech cave, searching through every bit of this girls life. She'd unsealed records, she'd logged into all her accounts, read her messages, her emails, her bank statements. Lily was loaded with sugar daddies and in a normal instance, Penelope would be jealous. She hummed as she tapped away on her computer, trying to find even a trace of some sort of dodgy deals behind the scenes. She groaned, picking up her laptop and heading to the round table. Reid was there with JJ, scoring through the printed documents.

"Doesn't it make you wonder why Emily was so connected to her?" Reid asked, as Garcia sat down. "It was a failed undercover mission, Em was trapped in there with Lily as her only mental escape," JJ explained, shrugging. "She was only seven, she didn't understand," Reid siad, frowning. "That's the point," Garcia said. "It's like me looking at all these baby animal pictures," she smiled and sent them to the screen. She cooed at the fluffy baby cows with flowers in their mouths. "Yeah, her break, her way to realise there was still innocence there," JJ explained.

"Why do you think they used the little girl though?" Tara asked, coming into the room also. "People show a more vulnerable side with kids," Spencer said. "Statistically, 68% of abductions are more successful if a child is involved to lure them in." "So they used Lily as a way to get women to them?" "Yes. That's what they did." Emily confirmed, coming in the room. "They would look after her, bathe her, treat her like a princess and then if she did the slightest thing wrong, her dad would rip them away - rape them so she could hear them and then hand them back all bloody and bruised. If the women did something wrong, he'd beat Lily in front of them." "Jesus," Rossi groaned, taking a seat. "Emily, what role did the brothers have? These cases keep-" "That's it! The brothers!" Spencer said suddenly, standing up. Everyone looked at him. "Richard Addams and Thomas Addams. Look here," Spencer said, grabbing a piece of paper he discarded. It was chats between LILLIL, URB0YISR1CH and TOMCATDADDYRAT. It looked like normal texts to the naked eye but now with an idea on the names, Spencer began circling certain parts of the conversation: 'Gas', 'Law and order', 'back' , 'love', 'daddy's girl'. Every second word made a sentence on it's own. The boys were giving her a meeting place.

"Guys..." Reid said. "They were telling Lily to be at the gas station at 3am in order to avoid the cops and they could stay hidden. They want her to feel the love, the one her daddy gave her." He read out, like a robot.

"What does that mean?" "That means they're just as bad as their father." Emily spat out. "Find who these boys are Garcia," she added, walking away. "Now!"

Emily paced up and down her office. This wasn't possible. Richard was dead. Emily had killed him. She had no idea how it was possible. She remembered hearing Lily's screams and Richard's groans in pains. She could hear Thomas screaming for his brother to move. He begged him to move, to breath. Thomas was praying his brother wouldn't die - not like this. Lily scrambled into Prentiss' lap, assessing her brother with the agent. "Richy," the small girl whimpered, touching the blood pouring from the boys chest. "Get her out Prentiss!" Emily heard one of her team members say and she nodded. She grabbed the girl's weak body. Lily clung to her, hiding her face in her neck as Emily shielded her from the gunfire. They ran through the warehouse, Emily trying her hardest to remember the way out.

Eventually, she escaped into the sunlight and dropped to her knees, cradling the crying girl in her arms. "It's okay sweetheart," she whispered, brushing Lily's bloody hair from her face. Her blonde hair, now splattered in red. "Emmy's got you."

Emily had shot Rich in the chest, they both watched him bleed out. It wasn't possible he was alive now. There was a knock on her office door and she just opened it. JJ stood there, wringing her hands together. Emily let her in, closing the door behind her without saying a word. "We've spoken to Thomas's foster parents, since he turned eighteen, they haven't seem him at all," JJ told Emily. "Okay." "Garcia is running their information, trying to find out anything she can on the boys." "Okay." "Em," "He's meant to be dead." Emily said, staring out of the window. "I killed Richard Addams and now he has come and taken my baby away," she whispered. Her hand rested on her chest and she felt the pain.. "We'll find her Em, and the boys too. They won't get away with this," JJ said, she rested her hand on Emily's shoulder, offering support. "Damn right they won't," Emily said. She turned abruptly and walked out the door, leaving JJ behind in her office.

Tara and Morgan were back at Lily's house, looking for any sort of sign she knew her brothers. They'd searched everywhere they could think of until Morgan got a call from Garcia. "Please tell me you have good news Baby Girl," "She keeps talking about a cabinet." Garcia said. "'I keep special pictures locked in the cabinet for you,'" Reid quoted through the phone. "Okay, what does that mean pretty boy?" "I think the pictures might be some sort of coy. Maybe its information, is there any sort of cabinet there?" Reid asked. Morgan looked around her room, phone at his ear. "Not an obvious one." "What about anywhere else in the house? The Bathroom?" "Why would she keep secret things in the family bathroom?" Derek asked but walked towards it nonetheless. "Nobody will think to look there," Garcia added. Morgan shrugged and investigated the cabinet. Then he saw it, the pill bottle with writing on both sides of the label. Instantly he peeled off the sticker, looking on the back. It was an address. Tara was over his shoulder.

"Let's go." They said together.

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matchmaking. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

LOVETREATS .ᐟ navi. bnha m.list.

synopsis .ᐟ pro-hero dynamight likes to do one (1) type of pr event, and that's going to schools and talking with kids. when dynamight visits your twins' school, the twins hatch a "perfect" plan between dynamight—bakugou katsuki and you—their mother.

content .ᐟ fluffy, fluff, kids. fraternal twins, single mother!reader, older!reader, pro-hero!bakugou katsuki, ooc bakugou katsuki, flirty bakugou katsuki, shy reader lmao, marupok ka bai, reader is 33, bakugou is 27, extrenely self-indulgent hehe

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Bakugou Katsuki is usually not the biggest fan of anything related to public relations. He feels as though it's a waste of time trying to look good for the public, maintaining a spotless image and a fantastic reputation, just so that some random people will think positively of you. So what if they do? All he wants to do is be a damn hero. The other shit that's apparently needed to be done is extremely unnecessary in his eyes; sometimes it even feels fake.

But there is a silver lining.

The PR shit that his PR manager makes him do—he hates everything—except going to schools and talking with kids. Sure, they can be little brats, but kids are kids. They're usually more honest and upfront, not really caring about what other people think. The questions that the kids would ask would never be left unanswered (can't say the same for interviewers and reporters, though). This man is pretty honest with his answers too (though with some, he keeps them brief or vague).

So, on a random Wednesday, his PR manager (who finally caught on that he likes being around little gremlins more) told him that he'd be visiting a school around 10 AM. With events like these, it's always a surprise for the kids, because Bakugou absolutely forbids announcements of any kind, not wanting the kids' experience ruined by the paparazzi and rabid fans. The only ones who are informed are the school staff.

It's 10 AM, and Bakugou Katsuki waltzes into the school in his Pro-Hero costume. His PR manager and personal assistant were just right behind him. They met with the principal of the school, a small old lady with a soft smile on her face. She greeted them as well as thanked the Pro-Hero for giving some of his time to entertain the kids. She led them to the first classroom of the day, the old lady knocking on the door before stepping aside, gesturing for the Pro-Hero to stand in front of the door and wait for it to open.

The door opened, and he was greeted by a mature woman with a small smile on her face. "Class, someone's here to talk with you for a little bit. . ."

When Bakugou stepped inside the classroom, the kids immediately shrieked with happiness. Both boys and girls flail their arms wildly and stand up, some even kicking their seats in the process, to go and rush over to the explosive hero. Bakugou picked up one kid, a little boy with a wide, toothy grin on his face.

No one understood how Bakugou Katsuki and his extreme personality would have such patience and understanding with kids. He's rough and gruff, with an attitude that can either make you cower or want to try to fight him—and yet, here he is, standing front and center of a classroom with a rare smile on his face.

"I'm picking up the kids—I'm already at their school—Mina, we can talk about that condo later—why are you so excited. . . ?"

You walked briskly to where the playground area was in your kids' school, more focused on the conversation you were having with Mina, your cousin. You kept walking, seemingly in a sort of trance, or rather, muscle memory, because you've been doing the same routine since they started preschool. It's as if your legs had a mind of their own at this point. But something was amiss. You slow down when you realize there aren't any children playing around and laughing and screaming. Haruki and Harumi weren't there. Your heart skipped a beat.

Luckily for you, there was another mother who was walking away from the playground area, seemingly calm. She has a kid who's in the same classroom as your kids. You were about to walk towards her to ask what was going on when the woman took notice of you, noticing the panicked expression on your face. "Don't worry, dear, the kids are inside talking to a Pro-Hero. I've been informed by a friend of mine who's already inside the school. Our kids are in the same class as hers; they're fine."

Relief washed over you, your shoulders releasing some of the tension they've been holding since your realization and your assumption (though no one can blame you). You nodded and smiled, mouthing a 'thank you' before walking as fast as you could to the entrance of the school.

You opened the double doors of the school, looking left and right before pausing for a moment. You walked straight ahead before turning left, your eyebrows raised in slight surprise when you saw parents gossiping in (somewhat) hushed voices. You heard the words 'Pro' and 'Hero', along with the name.

'Dynamight'.

You couldn't help but slow down, listening to the mothers and fathers gossiping about the Number 2 Pro-Hero. They talked about how surprisingly calm he is around children, how he answers whatever question he throws at them, and how he would even smile sometimes. You make a quiet sound of amusement before going back to your task at hand: seeing if your kids are really inside their classroom.

Lo and behold, there they were. Haruki and Harumi stood tall and proud, shouting out their names to the Number 2 Pro-Hero, Dynamight.

"What're yer names?" he asks the two kids, who were standing with determined expressions on their faces.

"Haruki!"

"Harumi!"

They shouted their names with bright, wide eyes that looked as if they were sparkling, their cheery tones making Bakugou chuckle. "We're twins!" Harumi linked her arm around her brother's, eyes closed as she smiled wide at the blond.

"Yeah, twins!"

Bakugou leaned back against the back of the chair their teacher provided for him, crossing his arms on his chest, his foot tapping the tiled floor. "Whaddaya wanna talk 'bout, squirts?" he hunched over, uncrossing his arms and clasping his hands together. The twins looked at each other as though they were communicating with one another, their brows slightly furrowed, like they were serious and focused. They looked towards Bakugou, who was waiting patiently for them to come up with their questions—

"Are you married!?"

Bakugou was taken aback, his eyes widening slightly as he raised his brows. It wasn't the first time he was asked this question, but it always got him. Kids usually ask about his fights and his quirk, even wanting a little demonstration of how he controls it so well. The very, very few kids who ask this question are either extremely curious or have a crush on him.

"Nope."

Just like that, the twins had huge grins on their faces, nodding to one another before facing the Pro-Hero. Bakugou quirked an eyebrow, straightening his posture and crossing his arms once more. They looked like they were planning something. Haruki and Harumi walked away from their seats, their focus on the door. "Where are you going, kids?" their teacher asked, confused but also curious. She's known them for a few months now, and in those few months, she's learned that these twins always had a knack for stirring up some chaos.

When the teacher opened the door, Harumi bowed before peeking outside and looking left and right to see if their mother was there. Harumi's face brightened when she saw you, and she immediately rushed towards you. Haruki followed afterwards, giggling loudly. "Mama!"

You stumble when you catch them, giggling as they hug you tightly. Before you could ask them if they were okay, though, they immediately grabbed your hands and turned their heads facing the opposite of you, pulling you towards the classroom. Your eyes widened as your affectionate expression turned into a more confused one. "Hey, what's going on?" you ask them gently. They turn their heads back to face you, innocent-looking smiles on their faces. But you know better; they're your children, after all. You knew they were up to something; the smiles on their faces and the shine in their eyes were already a dead giveaway.

And well, since you know them like the back of your hand, that also means they will absolutely not relent on taking you into their classroom. You sigh in defeat, letting them drag you over to their classroom in giddy excitement. When you finally enter the classroom, your eyes immediately lock with Bakugou Katsuki's scarlet eyes. They were so intense and full of fire. You see him eye you up and down before maintaining eye contact once again. Oh. . .

"Marry our mom!"

Your attention snapped away from Bakugou and went to the twins, who were grinning as if they had just made a perfect match of a couple. "Haruki! Harumi!" you scolded, although you couldn't really scold them properly, not when you're all flustered and embarrassed and ohmygod—

Dynamight was laughing—Bakugou Katsuki was laughing. You don't know if you should be honored or even more embarrassed than before. The twins were giggling themselves. You were just standing there, in front of a lot of kids, their teacher, the school's principal, and the parents, just outside the classroom—

"You squirts want me to be yer mama's husband?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"YEAH!"

"Kids!"

Now you were embarrassed to the third power, good lord.

After that whole fiasco, you retreated back outside the classroom, your head hanging low. The parents were all teasing you to hell and back, and all you could do was cross your arms and grumble incoherent words. When the whole event was done, you wanted to wait for the Pro-Hero to apologize. All of the kids and their parents were mostly gone now, leaving only you and your twins, waiting outside the school, sitting on one of the benches.

You were a little nervous, though. It's not exactly every day you could meet a Pro-Hero in the higher ranks, much less the Number 2 Pro-Hero. It's also not exactly every day you lock eyes with someone so intense and handsome—oh god, no, stop.

"Why're you three still're?"

Your head turns in the direction of the voice, and you start to feel all flustered and embarrassed again. You stood up and walked over to him, trying to maintain eye contact but failing miserably. "I wanted to wait for you to apologize. . . my kids can be too much sometimes—" you cut yourself off when you realized how close in proximity the two of you were. Did he walk closer without you noticing. . ? Or did you walk too close. . . Oh, great, you're even more nervous now.

"And. . . um, thank you for uh—thanks for doin' this for the uh. . . kids, yeah."

You hear him chuckle, and it makes you feel fuzzy. 'Oh my god, what's going on with me!? Why am I acting like such a teenager who's freaking out over their crush!? This is crazy. . .'Sure, you've had your fair share of crushes on Pro-Heroes before, but this was the first time you felt like a schoolgirl trying to have a nice conversation with her crush.

You snap out of your thoughts, with his fingers snapping in front of you and his face right in front of yours.

"Don't be sorry 'bout the kids. It was cute," he tells you, his voice deep.

Bakugou catches the twins out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep their laughter down and their hands on their mouths. He smiles softly before returning his attention to you. "Besides, 's not a bad suggestion."

"W-what?"

"Marryin' ya."

The kids shriek and squeal, running towards the both of you. They spin around yours and Bakugou's legs, intentionally making the space smaller and smaller and. . . oof!

"Yer kids are pretty good with the whole matchmakin' thing, huh?"

Your hands were on his chest, and his hands were on your waist. You already experienced their matchmaking thing before, although they would never go to this extent. You concluded that they were more adamant about Bakugou being with you because, well, he's Dynamight.

"I'm thirty-three. . ."

"So? I'm twenty-seven."

"You're actually considering it."

He flashes you a toothy grin. "You bet I am."

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[thebisexualteen]

Yeah u know some Lily and Marie stuff

《Marie》

I can see Marie actually knowing she's Penumbra's favorite(Cause Penumbra treats her differently from her sibs[But she doesn't know about Lily tho so she's still figuring out])

Tho she can keep a secret

Marie steals and wears Penumbra's clothes and goes to Penumbra with a happy look(Look we got an mini version of Penumbra[Marie looking at Penumbra like "Aunty Cori look at me, don't I look so beautiful :D"])

Holds Crescent's finger normally

If she's mad, then she'll give u the death stare(Which is actually cute)

Sometimes she'll sleep on 1 of the twins or Crescent

Everytime her sibs are fighting with Penumbra or the others, she's watching it like it's a damn movie or series and gets so interested in it

★Lily★

Keeps alot of secrets because she's trustworthy

She brings her sketchbook everywhere she goes now(To draw designs)

When she's creating clothes, she normally does it when no one is in the same room as her, she does it quickly just incase someone comes in the room(If it's Solari, then she doesn't mind)

Occasionally asks Solari about ideas(Aka clothing ideas for her to draw)

She's smart enough to not fight with Penumbra or the others since she's watching the fights and watching it go so horribly(With Marie lol)

Doesn't yell that much unless she's fighting with her sibs(Stops yelling and fighting when Crescent tells them to stop fighting)

"Wow my new family is better then my old one :D"

@insanelyadd

[hannahsliteraryhaven]

Snow Flower and the Secret Fan

by Lisa See

★★★★☆

**Possible Spoilers Ahead**

I feel as though this is a hard book to review, as the story felt very linear and flat. There wasn't really anything major happening and even when one sort of major thing happened, it still didn't feel hugely problematic, especially as the characters just continued with their lives after that incident. But this isn't necessarily a negative comment; I still read the entire book, so it kept my interest throughout. And admittedly, how exciting can a tale be when women spent the majority of their lives in one room and were rarely permitted to leave the house…

You start the book with a prologue from the protagonist Lily, who is now 80 years old and is looking back over her life (and, from what I understood, also writing an autobiography). What follows is the linear story of her life, but most importantly, it focuses on her laotong, Snow Flower; an arrangement in Chinese culture that brings two girls together to form a life long bond.

Snow Flower is often thinking of flying and birds, metaphorically indicating her wish for more and to escape the confines of what is expected of her, whereas Lily is much more grounded to tradition. As you can guess, this causes a bit of contention between them when Lily discovers Snow Flower is being mistreated by her husband. Instead of being a true friend and support, she simply pushes for Snow Flower to keep producing sons, not knowing what else to say - Lily only has her limited life experience and knowledge to fall back on.

Just one misconstrued message by Lily from Snow Flower was enough for her to cut off all contact with Snow Flower for the majority of the remainder of their lives. It's only in hindsight, in her old age, that Lily realises she wasn't a good friend to Snow Flower and that she shouldn't have been so forthright with Snow Flower about keeping to tradition and being a good wife.

What the book does well is share the customs that were observed in the 1800s, most notably, foot binding. See goes into pretty graphic detail of the pain and horror of foot binding, and shares the fact that 1 in 4 girls died from sepsis from this practice, which I was unaware of. As a historical fiction book, it is truly fascinating to learn about the Chinese customs of the 1800s, most of which were disadvantageous to women of course. Women were seen more as a burden, only good for producing sons, and were often treated terribly.

It is quite a poignant tale, that may cause some people to reflect on themselves, their friendships and traditions, and how those traditions/beliefs/customs, in some ways, tie them down. All in all, I don't regret reading this book.

[miracuofficial]

𝙈𝙄𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙐𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙎 [ 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 & 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙎 ] .. ⋆ ✦ ₊˚★﹟

KANG HYERIM, professionally known as HYEMI, was born on April 4, 1999, in Seoul, South Korea, to a construction worker by the name of Kang Han-jae. Her mother is a former clerk. She’s the first born out of two. Her sister, Hye-jin, passed away from a fatal car accident at the age of 14. After the incident, Hyemi’s mother became an alcoholic and was later diagnosed with BPD, leaving her father to hold the roof over both of their heads. Hyemi struggled to finish school but with the help of her teacher and counselor, she was able to get through the rest of her school career.

Hyemi decided that she wanted to become a k-pop idol when she finished school in 2018. She had never really looked into it but she knew she’d have to do training. She didn’t mind it because it would take her mind off of everything she was going through. Hyemi wanted to help her father with bills and such so she also applied for local jobs while training. Once Hyemi became an idol, she was afraid of leaving her father behind but he assured her that he would be fine. They called everyday and still do up until now, to check on each other. When Hyemi received her first check, she purchased her father a brand new apartment. Since then, she’s sent him money to pay for all of the bills.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: HYEMI (혜미)

BIRTH NAME: kang hye-rim (강혜림)

POSITIONS: leader, main vocalist, lead dancer

BIRTHDATE: april 4, 1999

ZODIAC: aries

BIRTHPLACE: seoul, south korea

ETHNICITY: south korean

NATIONALITY: korean

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🐻‍❄️

LANGUAGES: korean (native) — english (46%) — japanese (72%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 162 cm (5’4”)

BLOOD TYPE: A

FACECLAIM: jisun (fromis_9)

VOICE CLAIM: chaewon ( le sserafim )

VOCAL CLAIM: haewon (nmixx)

DANCE CLAIM: chaeryoung (itzy)

KIM NARI, known by her stage name LILY, was born on March 10, 2000, in Namhae, South Korea, to a nurse mother and the CEO of a hotel named ‘Seoul-Moon Inn’. Lily is an only child but has a family cat named ‘Nami’. In school, Lily was always known to be the sunshine. She treated everyone with care and like they were the most special gem in the world. She participated in soccer up until she graduated. She could’ve continued her soccer career but later decided she wanted to be an idol because of her love for singing and anything musical.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: LILY

BIRTH NAME: kim nari (킴나리)

POSITIONS: main vocalist, sub rapper, dancer

BIRTHDATE: march 10, 2000

ZODIAC: pisces

BIRTHPLACE: namhae, south korea

ETHNICITY: south korean

NATIONALITY: korean

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🌸

LANGUAGES: korean (native) — english (56%) — japanese (71%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 165 cm (5’5”)

BLOOD TYPE: B

FACECLAIM: liz (ive)

VOICE CLAIM: arin ( oh my girl )

VOCAL CLAIM: liz (ive)

FUJITA NAOMI, professionally known as NANA is the lead rapper and dancer of MIRACULOUS. She was born on May 20, 2000, in Kobe, Japan to a music producer father and a surgeon mother. She has a brother by the name of Fujita Kaito who is a known chef in Kobe. Nana no longer has a relationship with her father since he left to fulfill his dreams instead of continuing life with his family. That wasn’t even the worst part, though. Nana was the one to find that her father was having an affair with a woman whom he worked with. She didn’t know what else to do because she was still young at the time so she mentioned it to her mother. It became a big deal in the Fujita household. Her father would beg her mother to let him stay until he was able to get up on his feet so there were arguments just about every night.

When their father finally left, Nana’s brother became overwhelmed by the change since he was so close with his dad. He started locking himself in his room, only leaving to use the bathroom. They rekindled their bond when Nana started coming into his room to check on him. At times, she would sit with him or just simply hug him for a good 20 minutes before she went to grab the dinner plate that she made for him. Currently, Kaito tries to visit his sister whenever he can but it’s not easy seeing as though he travels a lot because of his job. But whenever he does, they have meals together or go out somewhere fun. He’s been introduced to her members so sometimes he’ll cook a meal for everyone at the dorm.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: NANA (나나)

BIRTH NAME: fujita naomi (藤田直美)

POSITIONS: lead rapper, lead dancer, face of the group

BIRTHDATE: may 20, 2000

ZODIAC: taurus

BIRTHPLACE: kobe, japan

ETHNICITY: japanese

NATIONALITY: japanese

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🦕

LANGUAGES: japanese (native) — korean (89%) — english (62%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 165 cm (5’5”)

BLOOD TYPE: O

FACECLAIM: momo (twice)

VOICE CLAIM: momo ( twice )

RAP CLAIM: yuki ( purple kiss )

DANCE CLAIM: momo ( twice )

DAISY CHO, professionally known as IVY, was born on May 15, 2001, in Melbourne, Australia. She was born to a math teacher who is her mother and a IT manager. Ivy’s mother helped her move to Korea when she began her training. Her choice was first denied by her father but her mom later convinced him to allow it. Ivy knew she wanted to be an idol because of all of her favorite artists and seeing them perform. She performed in her school talent show and quickly became known across the whole building.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: IVY (아이비)

BIRTH NAME: daisy jolene cho

KOREAN NAME: cho eun-hye (조은혜)

POSITIONS: lead vocalist, visual

BIRTHDATE: may 15, 2001

ZODIAC: taurus

BIRTHPLACE: melbourne, australia

ETHNICITY: korean

NATIONALITY: korean-australian

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🐘

LANGUAGES: korean (native) — english (native) — japanese (77%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 165 cm (5’5”)

BLOOD TYPE: A

FACECLAIM: jooe (momoland)

VOICE CLAIM: minnie (g-idle)

VOCAL CLAIM: minnie (g-idle)

IKEDA KUINA, or known just by her first name, KUINA was born on January 13, 2002, in Kyoto, Japan. Her father is a chef and her mother is a baker. They have a family business in the food industry. Kuina rapped on the streets of Kyoto in her early high school years. Sometimes she would get tips, even if she wasn’t rapping to make money. She has a little brother who is 14 years younger than her. She calls him very frequently and makes sure he and her parents are taken care of back in Japan.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: KUINA (쿠이나)

BIRTH NAME: ikeda kuina (池田くいな)

POSITIONS: main rapper, sub vocalist

BIRTHDATE: january 13, 2002

ZODIAC: capricorn

BIRTHPLACE: kyoto, japan

ETHNICITY: japanese

NATIONALITY: japanese

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🦩

LANGUAGES: japanese (native) — korean (96%) — english (74%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 165 cm (5'5”)

BLOOD TYPE: B

FACECLAIM: rei (ive)

RAP CLAIM: rei (ive)

VOCAL CLAIM: rei (ive)

ELIANA RIVERA, professionally known as ELLIE was on November 9, 2002, in Honolulu, Hawaii, USA. Her mother was a floral designer who now owns her own flower business in Wisconsin. Her parents separated, so Ellie’s father left when she was 6. She has an older sister named Dahlia. Ellie never knew the Korean language that well even though hee mother always spoke it around her and her sister quite often. But when she discovered she wanted to be an idol, she began studying it and really taking in whatever her mother would say to her when she spoke Korean.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: ELLIE (엘리)

BIRTH NAME: eliana marie rivera

POSITIONS: lead vocalist, lead dancer, visual

BIRTHDATE: november 9, 2002

ZODIAC: scorpio

BIRTHPLACE: honolulu, hawaii, usa

ETHNICITY: korean-mexican

NATIONALITY: american

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🌷

LANGUAGES: english (native) — spanish (native) — korean (91%) — japanese (77%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 162 cm (5'4")

BLOOD TYPE: A

FACECLAIM: (young) jessica alba + jennie (blackpink)

VOICE CLAIM: natalia dyer + sofia carson

VOCAL CLAIM: karina (aespa)

DANCE CLAIM: redy (1million studio)

WANG SUYIN, professionally known as STELLA, was born on April 22, 2003, in Shenzhen, China. Her mother is a private school teacher and her father is a police officer. Her parents divorced but she still got to see her father. Stella has two brothers, one that’s older than her and one that’s younger. Her aunt lives with her mother to help her and until she can get back up on her own feet. Stella was originally a fan of BTS and loved seeing them perform. Her mom used to take her to concerts so Stella was used to the Korean environment and the language. She began studying when she was younger and the knowledge stuck with her until she realized she wanted to perform as well.

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋.

STAGE NAME: STELLA (스텔라)

BIRTH NAME: wang suyin (王素银)

ENGLISH NAME: stella wang

POSITIONS: main dancer, vocalist, maknae

BIRTHDATE: april 22, 2003

ZODIAC: taurus

BIRTHPLACE: shenzhen, china

ETHNICITY: chinese

NATIONALITY: chinese

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: ⭐️

LANGUAGES: mandarin (native) — korean (94%) — english (74%) — japanese (44%)

୨୧ ‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

HEIGHT: 162 cm (5'4")

BLOOD TYPE: A

FACECLAIM: ningning (aespa)

VOICE CLAIM: ningning (aespa)

VOCAL CLAIM: ningning (aespa)

DANCE CLAIM: yeji (itzy)

[whitneydaniell]

by: Colleen Hoover Published: Aug 2, 2016 Genre: Romance, Fiction, Contemporary 386 Pages, Audio Book (HH:MM) 11:11

★★★

GoodReads Synopsis:

Lily hasn’t always had it easy, but that’s never stopped her from working hard for the life she wants. She’s come a long way from the small town in Maine where she grew up — she graduated from college, moved to Boston, and started her own business. So when she feels a spark with a gorgeous neurosurgeon named Ryle Kincaid, everything in Lily’s life suddenly seems almost too good to be true.

My Review: *** SPOILERS ***

I'm glad that Lily left and did not try to "fix" Ryle. I loved that Allysa told her, "If you take him back I will never speak to you again." I loved their friendship. Pretty much the only redeeming value of this book.

Ryle does not need a relationship, he needs a medical professional to diagnose, prescribe, and treat him.

I get the idea of Lily trying to be stronger than her mother and leaving this abusive relationship however, she wasn't any smarter than her mother (no shade, CoHo). Why not have her go to the police? Document the abuse? Especially once she finds out that she is pregnant. Documenting the abuse would have guaranteed that he never get joint custody and would have given grounds for supervised visits. Who is thinking of the unborn child here? Not Lily.

Atlas, was he needed as the white knight? His savior complex is borderline manipulative (if not outright).

I don't want to overlook the opening scene of Lily and Ryle on the roof, going over who had the worse day because this really showed us who Ryle is when no one is looking. He was angry before we even knew him to be abusive -- red flag? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he just had a really bad (one) day, that is a thing. But what I hated most was, it took so much for Lily to really see who he was before she made changes.

CoHo if you're going to write a book about triumph over domestic violence, then go balls to the wall. Don't write the victim to be meek and understanding, in so many eloquent words, Lily should have told Ryle, "You've got the right one but the wrong day!" If you know you know. But instead, everyone else needed to validate to Lily that she should leave before she made an effort. Lazy.

Final Thoughts: Who named these people?