#Best CA Teachers

[minamill]

🔧 Xiu Peng (they/she)

✏️ Devi Kaing (she/her)

[casdeans-pie]

I know it's been said a million times but

I really wish Cas had been human a while longer and been able to stay at the Bunker.

Dean teaching him how to be human would have been so SO good

And listen, I love Dean teaching Cas the romantic human stuff as much as anyone. but I think even better would be all the weird human stuff.

Because, c’mon those two are already so goddamn weird together anyway.

Like, explaining to Cas about 'all that crusty eye gunk' he'll get after a bad night's sleep. Or like, about blowing his nose (Cas's nose does that whistling thing one day and it nearly drives Dean crazy). Showing him how to clip his nails without catching his skin. How to cure the hiccups.

Cause like. Cas knows humans are weird. But he's never had to experience that weirdness firsthand before.

Also it doesn't occur to either of them that Sam could be teaching Cas any of these lessons.

If anyone is going to teach Cas about the weirdness of the human body of course it's gonna be Dean.

[sldindore]

Best Faculty for CA Inter Audit (As Per New Syllabus)

CA Inter Audit: Selecting the Right Faculty Is Super Important. As the new syllabus has been recently launched by ICAI, one need to make sure that it is important for them to get instructors who are updated and have clear understanding on what changes are needed. So, here in this article, we have compiled a detailed list of the top faculty for the CA Inter Audit paper based on which ones usefully deliver their lectures, what feedback they get from students and how effectively are their teachings.

Importance of Choosing the Right Faculty

An audit is a topic that excels in conceptual clarity and applies theoretical knowledge to scenario-based practical questions. What it depends on is the right faculty that can understand you learn better when taught in a fun way. The reason why choosing the right faculty is significant for you:

A depth of Knowledge: Experienced faculty can provide insights that go beyond the study material.

Fresh Knowledge: The new syllabus is not only a change in the ways of teaching but also it is important to know about what changes happen every time so for that we need updated guidance.

Innovative Teaching Methods: Best faculty use new and advanced teaching methods to explain complex topics.

Student Help: Faculties who have a friendly nature and are able to provide good support regarding your doubts can assist you in maintaining a motivation level

Criteria for Selecting the Best Faculty

To help you make an informed decision, we have considered the following criteria:

Experience and Qualifications

Teaching Style and Methodology

Student Reviews and Feedback

Results and Success Rates

Availability of Study Material and Resources

Best Faculty for CA Inter Audit (As Per New Syllabus)

Based on the above criteria, here are some of the best faculty for CA Inter Audit:

Faculty Name

Experience

Teaching Methodology

Student Feedback

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CA Aarti Lahoti

Renowned for simplified teaching methods

Focuses on practical application and case studies

Excellent student support

CA Inter Audit By CA Aarti Lahoti

CA Abhishek Bansal

Expert in Audit and Assurance

Practical and interactive teaching methods

Highly appreciated by students

CA Inter Audit By CA Abhishek Bansal

CA Amit Bachhawat

Known for his thorough explanations

Focuses on practical applications

Positive student feedback

CA Inter Audit By CA Amit Bachhawat

CA Amit Manek

Specializes in Audit and Assurance

Practical and interactive teaching methods

Highly appreciated by students

CA Inter Audit By CA Amit Manek

CA Amit Popli

Known for his clear and concise teaching

Focuses on exam-oriented study

Good reviews for clarity

CA Inter Audit By CA Amit Popli

CA Amit Tated

Expert in Audit and Ethics

Detailed and structured teaching methods

High student satisfaction

CA Inter Audit By CA Amit Tated

CA Anurag Sharma

Known for his clear and concise teaching

Focuses on exam-oriented study

Good reviews for clarity

CA Inter Audit By CA Anurag Sharma

CA Aseem Trivedi

Renowned for his engaging lectures

Simplifies complex concepts

Excellent reviews

CA Inter Audit By CA Aseem Trivedi

CA Chandan Patni

Expert in Audit and Ethics

Detailed and structured teaching methods

High student satisfaction

CA Inter Audit By CA Chandan Patni

CA CS Divya Agarwal

Expert in Audit and Law

Detailed and structured teaching methods

High student satisfaction

CA Inter Audit By CA CS Divya Agarwal

CA CS Mohit Agarwal

Known for his practical approach

Combines theory with practical insights

Positive student reviews

CA Inter Audit By CA CS Mohit Agarwal

CA CS Siddharth Agarwal

Expert in Audit and Law

Detailed and structured teaching methods

High student satisfaction

CA Inter Audit By CA CS Siddharth Agarwal

CA Deepika Rathi

Specializes in Audit and Assurance

Practical and interactive teaching methods

Highly appreciated by students

CA Inter Audit By CA Deepika Rathi

CA Harshad Jaju

Specializes in Audit and Assurance

Practical and interactive teaching methods

Highly appreciated by students

CA Inter Audit By CA Harshad Jaju

CA Hemant Somani

Renowned for his engaging lectures

Simplifies complex concepts

Excellent reviews

CA Inter Audit By CA Hemant Somani

CA Indresh Gandhi

Popular for his engaging teaching style

Interactive sessions with practical examples

Excellent reviews

CA Inter Audit By CA Indresh Gandhi

CA Kapil Goyal

Focuses on concept clarity

Uses interactive teaching techniques

Good feedback for clarity

CA Inter Audit By CA Kapil Goyal

CA Mrugesh Madlani

Known for his thorough explanations

Focuses on practical applications

Positive student feedback

CA Inter Audit By CA Mrugesh Madlani

CA Neeraj Arora

Renowned for his engaging lectures

Simplifies complex concepts

Excellent reviews

CA Inter Audit By CA Neeraj Arora

CA Pankaj Garg

Over 15 years of teaching experience

Concept-based teaching with practical examples

Highly positive reviews

CA Inter Audit By CA Pankaj Garg

CA Pragnesh Kanabar

Focuses on concept clarity

Uses interactive teaching techniques

Good feedback for clarity

CA Inter Audit By CA Pragnesh Kanabar

CA Ravi Taori

Expertise in Audit and Assurance

Interactive teaching with real-life examples

High student satisfaction

CA Inter Audit By CA Ravi Taori

CA Ruchika Saboo

Known for her thorough explanations

Focuses on practical applications

Positive student feedback

CA Inter Audit By CA Ruchika Saboo

CA Sanidhya Saraf

Popular for his engaging teaching style

Interactive sessions with practical examples

Excellent reviews

CA Inter Audit By CA Sanidhya Saraf

CA Sarthak Jain

Popular among CA students for Audit

Engaging lectures with a focus on amendments

Great reviews for doubt-clearing

CA Inter Audit By CA Sarthak Jain

CA Shubham Keswani

Known for his practical approach

Combines theory with practical insights

Positive student reviews

CA Inter Audit By CA Shubham Keswani

CA Surbhi Bansal

Author of popular CA Audit books

Uses charts and diagrams for easy understanding

Known for clear concept delivery

CA Inter Audit By CA Surbhi Bansal

CA Yashvardhan Saboo

Focuses on concept clarity

Uses interactive teaching techniques

Good feedback for clarity

CA Inter Audit By CA Yashvardhan Saboo

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Conclusion

Choosing the right faculty for CA Inter Audit can significantly impact your exam preparation and performance. The above-mentioned faculty members are some of the best in the field, offering excellent teaching methodologies, comprehensive resources, and strong student support. Evaluate their offerings based on your learning style and preferences, and select the one that best suits your needs. With the right guidance and dedicated effort, you can excel in your CA Inter Audit exams.

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 STRATEGIES TO CLEAR CA EXAM IN FIRST ATTEMPT

Cracking a CA on the first try is no child’s play, and having said that, it’s nothing out of reach. There is no “wins slow and steady races” mantra in competitive trials. They need to know what to do with CA first, before anything else. These include – curriculum analysis, understanding the overall weight of the chapters, understanding the examination system and therefore planning is crucial to crack the exams. 

Following are some points you need to know if you want to crack CA in the very first attempt.

1. Familiarize yourself with CA Pattern and syllabus

Knowledge of the entire curriculum should be considered and one should be familiar with the CA program. It is important that candidates are aware about the 3 stages of examination and the subjects included. Check out the comprehensive syllabus for CA. 

2. Chalk out the plan

Making a plan is the art of cataloging possibilities. Developing and executing a plan are two different things. Be sure to create a realistic plan and blend the planning with execution.

3. Knowledge of important topics

List the chapters in descending order of weightage and prioritize them accordingly. Pay close attention to this step, as it is important to focus on important chapters. Also, not this does not mean selective study. CA exams require a complete in depth understanding of all the topics. 

4. Use the best materials

Students keep stacks of books for almost every subject out of fear of missing out. Rather than being intelligent, reference to too many factors adds to the increased level of confusion, which becomes apparent during the analysis. Stick to the ICAI Study material and the faculty whom you are referring to in particular subject.

5. Practicing papers

Studying previous year’s papers and mock test papers from previous years is something that completes one’s preparation. When done while studying the chapters, it acts as an eye-opener that really gives the exam flavor and when the chapter is studied and practiced, it just seals the deal. Sooner or later, question papers are a must.

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[nestavadavat]

Loving life because I get to ask myself "does my teacher ship destiel"

[ca-2024]

Mastering the Art of Time Management for CA Classes: Tips for Success

Introduction

Time management is a crucial skill for any student, especially for those preparing for the CA Intermediate exams. One of the most effective ways to manage your time is by leveraging the best video lectures for CA Intermediate. These lectures allow you to learn at your own pace, ensuring that you make the most of your study time.

The Role of a Good Teacher

A good teacher can make a significant difference in a student’s learning journey. The Best CA Teacher not only imparts knowledge but also guides students, helps them understand complex topics, and motivates them to perform their best. A good teacher can also provide valuable tips and strategies for effective time management.

Choosing the Right Coaching Class

Choosing the right coaching class is another critical aspect of mastering time management. The Best CA Coaching Classes in Pune offer a structured curriculum, regular assessments, and personalized feedback, which can help you manage your study schedule effectively.

Conclusion

Mastering the art of time management for CA classes involves a combination of using the right resources, learning from the best teachers, and choosing the right coaching classes. With these tips for success, you can effectively manage your time and achieve your goal of becoming a Chartered Accountant.

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[ulurn1]

[sillygoofyqueer]

@ca-the-nerd your wish is my command!!! Okay so AU where A-Yuan has been adopted by music teacher Lan Zhan who is also composer Lan Wangji but doesn't really do much composing outside of a hobby anymore, because of the kid. ANYWAY, everyone has always asked A-Yuan who his mama is, and so obviously A-Yuan has asked Lan Zhan, and Lan Zhan (who has actually explained adoption as best he can to a four year old) is like "uhhhh...I'm working on it." So A-Yuan just assumes that Lan Zhan is tryna pick out the perfect the perfect mama for him, and also goes on the lookout for a possible mama! Completely unrelated to this situation, A-Yuan is in love with this show called "Evil Inc." that portrays actor Wei Wuxian as the Yiling Patriarch, a competent and would-be scary villain if he was not surrounded by silly henchmen that accidentally muck up his plans in their attempts to be helpful! (He loves them all anyway, ushering them along like how a mama cat looks after her kittens). The four year old toddler watches this show EVERY DAY, sees this guy being the nicest man to the ones who are stopping him from taking over the world, starts telling anyone who asks that the Yiling Patriarch is his mama. At first, everyone's like "awwh, is he now?" and laughs it off, but then he starts drawing pictures about it and everything and then the teachers are like "this is getting annoying", turn to Lan Zhan and are like (smug and RUDE because booo bad nursery) "we know you're an adoptive father all on your own but you have to teach your kid about lying." Lan Zhan of the Lan clan family with many rules against lying is so offended because his child does not lie, so he decides that he'll MAKE A-Yuan's desire a truth! Cut to Lan Zhan staring at Wei Wuxian's Instagram or whatever and being like "hmmm...am I about to do this?" and Nie Huaisang, who is there for moral support (and also to hide from his brother after spending so much money on a game), is like "yes you are." Lan Zhan messages Wei Wuxian being like "this is likely an unconventional message for someone of your calibre to receive, but I was wondering if you could pretend to be dating me because my son (picture attached below) is telling everyone that the Yiling Patriarch is his mother and everyone is accusing him of lying. He is not a liar, he just wishes to fit in." Meanwhile, Wei Ying, who scrolls through his Instagram messages sometimes for the shits and giggles, receives this message, sees the kid and is like "I would literally do anything for this precious kid." Cue him responding to Lan Zhan as if he isn't a famous actor and consequently coming up with a whole plan for Wei Ying to come down and hang out with them just to PROVE THE HATERS WRONG!!!! Also so Wei Ying can get a break from his hectic life. Just pretend to date for this kid's benefit, hang out in public together with A-Yuan, go to parent events together, start hanging out in private, fall in love- Waaaiiit.....that wasn't part of the PLAN!

[nekoashiii]

Can I request high school au with Caleb, where reader and him has been friends since kindergarten and have been pinning over each other for years, to the point all their friends know asides from them, until one day, Caleb asks reader to be his girlfriend and go to prom together?

Meant to Be, Since We Were Three

Note: here you go anon, hope you like this ╰(￣ω￣ｏ)

The first time you met Caleb, you were five years old, sitting alone on the swings at recess. Your tiny hands gripped the chains tightly as your legs kicked at the air, but the swing barely moved. You frowned, frustrated.

“Why isn’t it working?” you muttered under your breath.

“‘Cause you gotta go back and forward,” a voice said beside you.

You turned your head to see a boy standing there, messy brown hair falling over his forehead and bright purple eyes watching you curiously. He had a small gap in his front teeth and dirt smudged on his cheek, like he’d been playing in the sandbox.

You pouted. “I am going back and forward.”

He shook his head, then suddenly climbed onto the swing next to you. “Nah, like this,” he said, pushing off with his feet. His swing moved easily, gliding higher and higher as the wind rushed past him.

You watched him in awe. “Whoa.”

“See?” he said, grinning as he slowed down. “Now you try!”

Biting your lip, you copied him, leaning back and kicking your legs forward. The swing finally lifted, sending you up, and you let out a gasp.

“I’m doing it!” you cheered.

“Told ya,” the boy said proudly.

For the next few minutes, the two of you swung side by side, giggling as you raced to see who could go higher. Eventually, your legs got tired, and you let the swing slow to a stop.

The boy jumped off his swing, landing in the dirt with a small thud. Then, without hesitation, he held out his hand to you.

“I’m Caleb,” he said.

You blinked at him before taking his hand and shaking it firmly. “I’m (Y/N).”

Caleb’s smile widened. “Wanna go build a sandcastle?”

You beamed. “Yeah!”

That was all it took for the two of you to be friends. Within minutes, the two of you were running around the playground together, climbing the monkey bars and pretending the ground was lava. Caleb let you take the last turn on the slide, and you shared your animal crackers with him even though they were your favorite.

And when the school day ended, you really didn’t want to go home.

“Can we stay?” you whispered, standing next to Caleb while the teacher lined everyone up for pick-up.

He looked up at you with the same hesitant frown. “I dunno. My mom will be mad if I don’t go home.”

You sighed, kicking at the ground. “Yeah… me too.”

Still, neither of you wanted to leave. Because in just one day, Caleb had become your best friend.

By the time you reached middle school, your friendship with Caleb was still just as strong. Maybe even stronger.

You always walked to class together, sat next to each other at lunch, and partnered up for every school project. You were a packaged deal—wherever one of you was, the other was close behind.

But at some point, things started changing.

Maybe it was when you noticed how much taller he had gotten, or how his once-messy brown hair looked good in that effortless way. Or maybe it was when you started catching yourself staring at his purple eyes for too long, feeling your heart race when he laughed. His voice had gotten deeper too.

Whatever it was, it was weird. And kind of scary.

But you weren’t the only one going through it.

Caleb was going through it, too.

He didn’t understand why it felt different when you smiled at him now, why his stomach flipped whenever your hands accidentally brushed. He didn’t understand why he got so mad when another guy made you laugh, or why his face burned when Zayne teased him about being in love with you.

Love? No way.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

But all your friends could see the truth.

“Just admit it,” Zayne glanced up from his book to look at caleb one day at lunch, watching Caleb steal glances at you across the cafeteria. “You like them.”

“I don’t,” Caleb muttered, stabbing his food with his fork.

“Then why do you stare at them like a lovesick puppy?”

“I don’t!”

Caleb had no response. He just turned red and focused on his food, ignoring his friend.

But deep down, he was starting to wonder if he was right.

By the time Caleb reached his senior year, his feelings for you were something he could no longer ignore. They had been there for years, buried beneath layers of friendship and habit, but they had grown roots so deep that no amount of denial could erase them.

It wasn’t just a crush. It wasn’t just lingering glances or the occasional stuttering heartbeat when your fingers accidentally brushed.

It was in the way he searched for you in every room without thinking. In the way his day felt off if you weren’t beside him at lunch. It was in the way his name sounded different when you said it, softer, warmer, like something worth treasuring.

Caleb had always been your best friend. He had always been by your side. But somewhere between childhood and now, the simple joy of having you near had twisted into something deeper.

And it terrified him.

Because if he admitted it—if he said it

—there was no going back.

Still, despite his fears, there was one thing he couldn’t ignore.

Prom was coming.

And if he didn’t do something now, someone else would. Why would they not, You looked like an absolute angel.

The thought made his stomach twist. He could already imagine it—someone else holding your hand, standing beside you, making you laugh. Someone else watching the lights reflect in your eyes, dancing with you in the soft glow of the prom room.

It made his hands clench into fists.

It had to be him.

So, one afternoon, with his heart pounding harder than it ever had before, Caleb finally made up his mind. He was going to ask you.

The day he did it, the air was thick with the scent of spring—freshly cut grass, warm pavement, and the faintest trace of cherry blossoms from the trees lining the courtyard. The setting sun cast everything in a golden hue, and for once, Caleb wasn’t thinking about anything else.

Just you.

He found you sitting on the bleachers behind the school, exactly where he expected. It was your usual spot, a place you always ended up after classes—away from the chaos, where you could just exist without the noise of the world pressing in.

You hadn’t noticed him yet.

For a moment, he just stood there, staring, trying to memorize you in this moment—the way the wind toyed with your hair, the way your fingers absently traced patterns on the worn wood of the bleacher.

You were beautiful, And he was hopeless.

Caleb took a deep breath, steeling himself, and then climbed up the steps, taking a seat beside you.

You glanced at him, smiling without hesitation, like you had been waiting for him.

And that was all the encouragement he needed.

So, with every ounce of courage he could gather, Caleb turned to face you fully, his hands tightening into fists against his knees. His heart was trying to beat out of his chest, but he forced himself to speak anyway.

“Go to prom with me.”

You blinked, the weight of his words sinking in like ink seeping into paper.

Prom. With Caleb.

Your best friend since childhood. The boy who had been by your side through everything. The boy with deep purple eyes that always found yours in a crowded room. The boy you had spent years secretly yearning for, too afraid to ask for more and ruin what you had.

And now he was asking you. Not as a joke. Not as a backup plan. Not with the easygoing smirk he used when he teased you.

He was serious.

You could see it in the way his fists clenched against his knees, the way his jaw was set like he was bracing for something, But most of all, you saw it in his eyes.

You had dreamed of this moment, wondered what it would be like—if he would ever look at you the way you looked at him. If you first boyfriend could be caleb, If asking people out was just as romantic as it seemed on shows you watched, And now here he was, sitting inches away, offering you everything you had ever wanted.

And the answer had never been more obvious.

“Yes.”

The word left your lips before you even had time to second-guess it. It was so easy, like breathing.

Caleb’s shoulders relaxed, his hands uncurling, his entire body unwinding like a coil getting released. His lips parted slightly, as if he hadn’t been sure—as if he had doubted himself even a second—that you would say yes.

Instead, you reached out, taking one of his hands in yours, fingers threading together like they had always belonged that way.

“I’ll go to prom with you,” you said again, softer this time, just in case he needed to hear it twice.

Something flickered in his expression, something relieved.

Then, a slow grin broke across his face, the kind that reached his eyes, bright and unguarded, the kind that had always made your chest tighten.

“Good,” he said, squeezing your hand, voice lighter now, steadier. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

And just like that, the space between you shifted, something finally falling into place.

The night of prom arrived faster than either of you expected.

It felt surreal—like a dream that had been unfolding for years but was only now coming into focus. You and Caleb, dressed in beautiful attire, were walking side by side, but it felt different than any other time before. There was a subtle electricity between you, a quiet excitement, as though the entire world had paused to watch the two of you finally cross that invisible line you’d both been dancing around for so long.

You had never seen him like this before. Caleb, always relaxed and carefree, was a little on edge tonight, his usual confident smile a little shakier, his movements a little stiffer. But he looked incredible—his dark hair styled neatly, his purple eyes bright with anticipation, and that navy suit he wore seemed to fit him just a little too perfectly, as if it had been made for this night alone.

And you... You had never felt more gorgeous in your life.

Your dress—deep blue, flowing to your heels and elegant—seemed to shimmer in the light, its fabric catching every movement, every step. Caleb’s eyes never left you as you entered the venue, and you couldn’t help but feel the warmth spread across your cheeks, knowing how different everything felt now.

You and Caleb had always been close. And now there was a deeper understanding between you two that made every shared glance, every soft smile, feel like something more.

He offered you his arm, a playful glint in his eyes, and you took it, letting him guide you through the crowd in the grand hall the prom was being held at.

You both made your way to the dance floor, and as the first slow song began, Caleb hesitated for just a fraction of a second. You could feel his uncertainty in the way he tightened his grip on your hand, but you smiled up at him reassuringly.

“Relax, Caleb,” you whispered, “I’m right here. i wont melt into the ground”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I know.” He stepped closer, his free hand settling on your waist, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background. You rested your head gently against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

You could hardly believe this moment was real.

"I always wanted to dance with you," Caleb murmured, his voice low and warm, his breath brushing the top of your head. "But I never thought it would be like this."

You glanced up at him, catching the tenderness in his eyes. "Me neither."

In that moment, everything felt perfect.

The music swirled around you, but it was just the two of you—Caleb and you. Your heart fluttered, every step bringing you closer, both literally and figuratively. You never thought a moment like this could be so simple, yet so profound.

"Caleb," you whispered, your voice barely audible, "I can't believe we're here together."

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with his usual look. "We’ve always been here," he replied softly. "Just had to figure it out."

His hand moved to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your skin. You closed your eyes at the sensation, the warmth of his fingers on your cheek making your heart race.

And then, just when you thought you couldn’t feel any closer to him, Caleb pulled back slightly, his gaze intense. “I’m so glad you said yes to me,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper in the music-filled room. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t.”

You smiled, your heart full.

His eyes softened, a mix of relief and happiness painting his face. “We’ve been friends for so long, but this... this is what i always wanted.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You had always known it too, but hearing him say it out loud made it real in a way nothing else could.

“me too,” you whispered back.

The song continued, but in that moment, you didn’t need anything else. The people outside the dance floor didn’t matter. All that mattered was you and Caleb, here together, sharing this perfect night.

And when the music slowed, and the lights dimmed, Caleb leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in the softest kiss.

[teddypines]

Drop off's and pick up's

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Summary: A week of drop off's and pick up's for the younger's Wayne.

Y/N is around 5-6 years old.

Note: This wrote itself when i was supposed to work on a different story. Small disclaimer, i have no idea how the American school system works or the one in the DC comic's, so it's all based on the school system i know. And yes i did use a picture of a 1967 Chevy Impala, because there were no fun ones of the batmobile.

Art/picture is from Pinterest, credits go to whoever made it.

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Drop off and pick up were never the same in the Wayne household. Sometimes Bruce would do it, other times Alfred did it, or Dick and Jason picked the others up. Even Cas or Barbara did it every once in a while. They tried putting routine into it to help Y/N, but that didn’t really work with all the mixed scedules and unexpected events. The older ones made sure they got to school by themselves, but Y/N was still a bit too young for that. So the Drop off and pick up struggle continued,

Monday

Y/N waited by the door with her bag, Alfred packed her lunch and a snack, and Fleepy. Her brothers, besides Damian, had already left for school but she was still waiting on Bruce. “Daddy!! Hurry!!” She yelled as Bruce stumbled through the hallway. “Yes, I'm coming, pumpkin, just give daddy a minute.” Bruce answered as he struggled to put on his shoes. He looked at the waiting Y/N and Damian, sighing he quickly takes out the car keys from his pocket. “Here, go and wait in the car, I won't be long.” He instructed them. 

Y/N listened and grabbed her jacket before going to the car outside. She unlocked the car and quickly got in. Damian following closely behind her. Putting their seatbelts on when Bruce got there. “Let’s get you two to school.” Bruce smiled at Y/N.

“You'll pick me up too?” Y/N asked, wanting to make sure who to expect at pick up. “Yes, I'll pick you up today.” Bruce answered with a nod. “Yeeey!! Daddy pick up!” Damian just rolled his eyes, but understood Y/N liked to know things before hand, he liked it too.

Tuesday

“It was the heat of the moment. Telling me what my heart meant! The heat of the moment showed in your eyes!” Both Y/N and Jason sang. Jason picked her up from school today, which meant bonding time after. Since Y/N was still a bit too young for Jason’s bike he ‘borrowed’ one of Dick’s cars. Damian went home with a friend from school, so Alfred would pick him up later.

The two of them were just singing as Jason drove them to the best burger place in Gotham. “And now you find yourself in '83. The disco hot spots hold no charm for me. You can concern yourself with bigger things. You catch a pearl and ride the dragon's wings.” Jason sang, looking at Y/N as they stopped in front of a traffic light.

“ 'Cause it's the heat of the moment. The heat of the moment. The heat of the moment showed in your eyes!” Y/N sang back with a big smile on her face. The two of them having so much fun that even Cas and Steph would be jealous of the fun they had.

After burgers the two of them went to the record store and Y/N got to pick out a cd for her collection. She chose ABBA, a bit to Jason’s dislike. He didn't get her love for the Swedish band, wanting her to try and listen to one of his personal favorites, but okay. When they left the record store on their way to the bookstore for some comic's,- Bruce called and ruined their fun a bit, wanting Y/N home in the next 30 minutes. So Jason had no choice and had to take Y/N home, but she didn’t mind, she had fun with her brother and that’s what mattered more to her.

Wednesday

Pick up was a big mess on wednesday. Drop went okay, Bruce brought her and Damian to school with the promise that he would pick her up too, or Dick would be there instead. Damian had to stay longer because he was a grade or two higher then her and he would go home with Tim.

But now here Y/N sat, next to her teacher, at 4 p.m. Her teacher tried to reach someone, but no one answered. Tim and Damian had suddenly disappeared from class too, so that was suspisious. This of course made Y/N upset but it wasn’t like this didn’t happen before. She opened her backpack and pulled out the emergency number and handed it to her teacher. “My uncle Clark, for emergencier.” She explained and went silent again. 

Clark was there in no time, but normal human time as to not be suspicious. The teacher didn't need to be more worried then she already was. Clark was a bit worried about Y/N too, so instead of taking her back to Wayne manor he just said ‘Fuck it, sleep over in Kansas.’ And with that Y/N spent the night in Kansas with the Kent’s.

Thursday

Since Y/N spent the night in Kansas with the Kent's, Clark dropped her off at school, making sure to be at the school on time and to not be noticed while flying back and forth. Lois made Y/N lunch for the day, not wanting her to be depended on the teachers or the crappy school lunches. Giving both Y/N and Jon something extra in their lunches to make the little emergency feel more like a special short sleep over.

At pickup Alfred showed up, when Y/N asked what happened he didn’t have a clear answer. Trying to talk around the questions Y/N had and doing his best to distract her for the time being. Just saying everything will be explained at home. Nothing was explained when they got home.

Friday

Shit hit the fan Thursday afternoon so instead of going to school Y/N spent the day in the hospital. Sitting by Bruce’s side as Dick and Alfred tried to take care of everything else. Turned out that Bruce, as Batman, got into a bigger mess than he could handle alone, even with the help of his Robin's. He has two broken ribs, a concussion and a broken arm. All some villain of the week’s fault, they were stronger then expected so everything went tits up. Of course they told the doctors that Bruce had a work related accident. Something about falling down the stairs, because the elevator not working at Wayne Enterprise.

Going home that night was hard since both Damian, Y/N and Tim , not wanting to leave Bruce’s side. Jason and Dick finally got the three home once they fell asleep on Bruce’s hospital bed. It was a tight fit on that hospital bed, bur Bruce would be in discomfort if it ment for his kids to be comfortable and safe. Bruce gave his eldest boy’s a tired smile as they went home, making them promise to at least get Y/N to school on time next week with him not being able to drive. He didn’t want to deal with the angry teachers if Y/N didn’t go again because of him. 

<----------------------------------------------------->

That weekend the whole family made sure to go to Bruce and visit him a lot. Sometimes not even leaving or only leaving when one of the nurses told them it was really time to leave their father alone to sleep. They made sure the press didn't know a lot about the accident and that Dick knew what to do for Wayne Enterprise until Bruce got better. The older siblings had a lot on their shoulders, but with the help of Alfred and the Kent family everything went as good as it could get.

Y/N made a promise on sunday to be on her best behavior the next few weeks for drop off and pick up. As long as it was Alfred or Barbara who picked her up at the right time and the right place. So there wouldn’t be any confusion, emergencies or waiting. Making sure to at least visit Bruce 3 times a week in the hospital until he got better.

[delaware-lemme-smash]

Can I request some headcanons for All Might, Aizawa and Nighteye taking care of their s/o when their sick? I have a wicked cold right now and this would be just amazing. Thank you so much for the work you do

Absolutely I can! Hope you feel better!

Characters: Yagi Toshinori/All Might, Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead, Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye

Contents: gn!reader, sickness, medicine

Yagi Toshinori/All Might

Toshinori is a little out of his depth the first time you come down with a bug. He's used to playing the big damn hero, swooping in and saving the day, beating the bad guys, and rescuing innocent civilians. But then the civvies et handed off to paramedics, doctors, family and friends. He's never had to look after someone for more than the few minutes it took to rescue them.

He's been in hospital himself with his injuries after the fight with All For One, which does kind of give him the reverse perspective, but it's not quite the same.

When Toshinori is unsure, Toshinori goes over the top. You'll be sitting on the couch, swaddled in a blanket, snoozing or trying to watch TV to distract yourself from your headache and stuffed-up sinuses. Meanwhile, Toshinori will be trundling in and out of the room, offering you endless cup soft tea, chicken soup, extra blankets, more Lemsip.

It's a little much, and each time you refuse one of his offerings, he sidles back into the kitchen and anxiously calls Recovery Girl.

"What is it this time, Toshinori."

"They didn't want the chicken soup! What do I do?"

"Oh, for the love of... Put them on the phone, Toshinori."

He sheepishly hands the phone to you, explaining who it is. When Recovery Girl finds out you just have a cold and aren't wheezing your last, she's even more exasperated than before. She scolds him to stop smothering you and just let you rest, much to your relief. As nice as it is to have Toshinori clucking around you like a big mother hen, offering you ten cups a tea an hour was getting to be a bit much. You felt bad having to refuse him.

It's much nicer just to have him hold you in your blanket swaddle on the couch, while you watch TV and cheesy movies that don't require any brain power to enjoy.

Please do occasionally ask him for things—soup, more tissues, an ice pack for your head—because it will make him feel needed. Toshi's got a hero complex.

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Aizawa's a teacher, so he's hardly a stranger to people being unwell. Teenagers might be not be the walking disease vectors that little kids are, but a school is still basically one giant petri dish, so he's not going to freak out when you're not well.

Don't worry though, he's not going to demand that you Plus Ultra! your way through your illness.

I know Aizawa comes across as a bit of a hardass, especially when it comes to his students, but he also prizes rationality. And logic dictates that when you're sick, you need rest so that your body has the time and resources it needs to fight off the illness.

He won't expect you to be up and at 'em while you're a snot-riddled Kleenex-fiend or while you're throwing your guts up. If you try to go to work, he'll make you call in sick. If you refuse, he'll do it for you, using his best Teacher Voice to browbeat your boss into submission.

"What kind of strategy meeting do you expect to have when they have a fever of 102?"

It is Aizawa, though, so he will expect you to look after yourself as much as you're able while you're sick. He's not going to be tenderly mopping your brow and telling you what a poor dear you are, or spoon-feeding you chicken soup just because you have a cold.

So, if you're the type to act completely helpless or like a little kid when you get ill, whining all day about how bad you feel, you won't get a lot of sympathy from him.

Also, if you refuse to take any medicine (barring medical/religious reasons) or do anything to relieve your symptoms, it frustrates him, because he sees it as martyring yourself for no reason.

"It's an aspirin, not poison."

He can't really call in sick to look after you—he is basically an essential worker—but he will make sure there is someone nearby who can respond to you in an emergency if you get worse or run out of medicine. And he'll have his phone on and check in with you throughout the day.

When he is home, he cooks or orders in, feeds the cats, tidies away your tissues. He pushes your hair back out of your face, calloused palm feeling for your temperature.

"I'm not used to looking like the well-rested one between us two."

The pair of you lay on the couch like a couple of bugs in cocoons. He in his sleeping bag, you in your blanket burrito, covered in cats.

Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye

Sir Nighteye comes across as so stern and imposing that at first you might be tempted to hide your illness from him. You don't want to bother him with something as small and inconsequential as a cold or a stomach bug. He's a busy guy!

Too bad, Mirai's a very perceptive man even when he's not using his Quirk. If he can put together a plan to dig out a Yakuza gang and spend years being the brains behind All Might, then he can work out that you've got the sniffles.

Much like Aizawa, he's full to the brim with logical, practical advice about how to handle your illness. None of those old wives' tales about putting a slice of onion in your sock 'to suck out the impurities'.

He's a little less slammed than Aizawa, and can delegate to his sidekicks for a day or two while he stays home to keep an eye on you if you're really under the weather.

Despite his stern front, Mirai is a man who cares deeply for the people close to him, and he's not above tending to you.

However, there is one slightly odd thing—he keeps the TV tuned to stand-up at all times. You catch him watching the news on his laptop where he's working away at the kitchen table.

"Mirai, why don't you just watch it on the TV? Also, why has it been tuned to Tokyo Comedy Central for the last two days?"

Mirai looks at you, deadpan, and says solemnly, "Laughter is the best medicine."

Crickets.

"But it hurts to laugh," you protest, the wheeze in your voice clear.

"Very well. Laughter in conjunction with cough syrup."

[daymarenightdream1]

One plus one equals two (c:)

warnings: none.

pairings: Jock!Satoru Gojo x Nerd!female reader

summary: The top student tutors the star quarterback. You just have to get through the next few weeks, just make it to summer break, and you can forget this whole nightmare ever happened…

wordcount: 1.6k

“God, you’re so- you’re such a- Will you just give them back!” you blurted out indignantly, clenching your fists as you stopped trying to reach for your glasses.

Gojo rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at you as he lifted his arm even further out of your reach (as if you ever had a chance of reaching your glasses before). “Oh, come on, sweetheart,” he mocked you. “You’re not trying hard enough,”

“If you tutor him, and he passes the final, I’ll give you bonus credits for this class. It’ll be well worth your while, and my best student can help my laziest student pass my class, at the very least.” Mr Nanami pressed his glasses up his nose as he shuffled some papers around on his desk.

“But, Mr Nanami, I really don’t… I don’t think I would be the appropriate tutor for him.” He hates me, you refrained from saying. “As flattered as I am…” you attempted to say.

Mr Nanami stared at you for a moment before returning to his papers. “Nonsense, y/n, you’re the top student in my class, in the whole school to be quite frank. Mr Gojo would be quite lucky to receive tutoring from you.”

“But…” A sense of panic started to build in your belly.

“I don’t want to hear any more on this, Miss l/n. You are the most appropriate tutor for Mr Gojo. I’ll see you in tomorrow’s advanced class.”

So now, you were stuck tutoring Gojo in your own home, not wanting to disappoint your favourite teacher. Satoru would consistently show up hours later than you had asked him, forcing you to tutor him until the late hours of the night. He’d always be leaning on your doorframe, that stupidly smug grin on his face and a hand in his white locks.

“Evening, four-eyes,” He’d say as he barged past you, booking it to the kitchen and helping himself to your snack cupboard.

“Gojo, you’re late. Again.” You would scold. “I asked you to come by 6 o’ clock at the latest.”

“Oh, it’s fine, I’m not that late, and anyway, practice ran over,” he babbled as he stuffed a sweet scone into his mouth and chewed it messily, crumbs spreading all over your counter and floor.

You seethed. “It’s nine thirty, you fat ass,”

“Oh, I’m a fat ass, am I?” He smirked as he glanced at you. Gojo loved staring at your “fat ass”, as you’d so eloquently put it. But he couldn’t exactly say that outright. “Well, I learn from the best, and you’ve got the fattest ass in-”

“Okay!” A heavy feeling sunk over you. He always found a way to make you feel insecure, which you made a point to hide from him. It was like he could smell your vulnerability, like a shark to bloody water. You knew you weren’t the skinniest, but you’d never thought of it as an issue until Gojo’s incessant comments started all those weeks ago. “That’s enough from you, smarta-” He shot you a gleefully mischievous look, “Just sit down, Gojo.” You plopped into the chair next to the island, opening your thick textbook to the appropriate page. You sighed deeply and pressed the palms of your hands into your eyes.

Gojo was leaning back in his chair, whining. “I don’t get it. Why is x even allowed to exist? I thought math was all numbers, not letters,”

You sat back in bitter frustration, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You’d never met such a lazy student. It wasn’t that he was incapable. He just refused to study. All these weeks would come to nothing, no bonus credit, putting up with Gojo’s bullying, and months of suffering, all for naught.

The final was one week away, and he simply refused to apply himself.

“Gojo,” you bit at him. “We’ve already discussed this. You need to read outside of our lessons, otherwise it will not make sense. You’ll be lucky to get a D at this rate.”

He huffed. “You’re the tutor. Aren’t you supposed to teach me?”

“I can’t teach you if you don’t try, and you’re not trying hard enough, idiot.”

And that was how you got into this situation, Gojo pinching your glasses straight off your face and bobbing them above your head. He wasn’t exactly short, and you weren’t exactly tall. Humiliation ate at you as you bounced on your feet, trying to grasp for your glasses. You hated him.

“I need those to see, Gojo, please give them back!”  

He cackled as he watched you jumping, nose scrunched in frustration, grasping wildly. Over these past few weeks, he found that there wasn’t anything he loved as much as teasing you. There was something about pushing your buttons that set him ablaze, a fire building in his stomach. He would never tell you this, but part of the reason he was doing so badly in math class was because of you. Your sweet and spicy perfume, the way you would focus so intently, scribbling away in your notebook. You were just so… delectable. He would spend the hour sneaking glances at the front row of desks, imagining his hands around your waist, your neck, wherever he could reach. If you’d been any other girl, it wouldn’t have been hard to ask you out. But you were so uptight, so distant, and his usual allure seemed to do nothing for you. He had no idea how to woo you, so (stupidly), he decided to irritate you instead.

“God, you’re so- you’re such a- Will you just give them back!” you shouted.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart,” he mocked you. “You’re not trying hard enough,”

You groaned in frustration. “Fine, I’m sorry, okay?! Just give me my glasses back!”

A dangerous idea sparked in his mind. “On one condition.” He leaned against the island counter.

“What.” You spat out at him.

“One kiss.”

Silence.

You barked a sudden, mocking laugh. “Are you kidding me?” What was he thinking? He hated you, and you hated him. Was this some weird attempt to insult you?

His confident smirk faltered for a second. “These wouldn’t be hard to break, you know.” He formed a fist around your glasses.

“No! Stop! Fine!” you huffed.

Just one kiss, one quick peck, and then you could get your glasses and kick him out of your house. It was already midnight, and he was well past his welcome. “Just… one kiss, yeah? No funny business?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out quietly. “One little kiss,”

“Fine, do it then,” You shut your eyes and heard the clink of your glasses on the counter.

The air stretched taut. You were standing there, eyes closed, waiting…

And then, all of a sudden, you felt as a hand grasped your jaw with one hand and tilted your face up, the other digging into your waist as his lips collided with yours and kissed you roughly, months of buildup spilling over into the way he held you. He pressed your lips open with his own, tasting you, taking what he wanted. He kissed you like he was starving, tongue pressing against yours. You moaned into his mouth, your hands tingling. You’d kissed one or two boys in the past, but it had never been like this, never felt like this. Your lower belly clenched as Satoru tilted your head and slanted his mouth to get better access, then kissed you deeper, kissed you till you couldn’t breathe. His hands trailed up and down your torso, increasing pressure and squeezing fervently at your waist, your hips, wherever he could reach. His legs tangled between yours, and you stumbled backward, knees weak, until you reached the wall a few feet away. He broke away for a moment, gulping down air raggedly before quickly returning to your lips. Gojo rested a hand behind your head, stopping you from knocking your head against the wall and kissed you long and hard, teeth and tongue clashing.

Satoru finally, finally broke away, leaning an arm over your head, panting as he stared at you, pupils blown. “You drive me crazy,” His blue eyes were darting between your lips and your eyes. You felt the press of his muscled abdomen and thighs, his large biceps flexing as he squeezed your hip. You felt hot all over, electric bolts rushing up and down your skin. You were utterly ruined, panting like you’d finished running a marathon.

You looked, really looked into his eyes, sharing breath as the two of you just stared at each other, the heat of the kiss settling over you. What… was that? You thought.

“You still haven’t finished your questions,” You blurted out, totally flustered.

He groaned and laughed as he rested his forehead in the crook of your shoulder.

You didn’t want him to leave anymore. “You’re such a bad student, Gojo.”

His head shot up and his retaliation formed on his lips, but he didn’t have a chance to spit it out before you pulled his face into yours, kissing him once more. The two of you spent a long time pressed against that wall, tasting each other, taking your time.

Satoru pulled away, pecking your lips once more. “One plus one equals two kisses,”

You huffed a laugh. “At least you know how to count after all these weeks,”

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I’ll need more lessons. Lots more…” He smiled against your lips as he pressed them open once more. Even if he failed his final, you didn’t really care anymore.

[coffeeshades]

credits to the gif maker!

LOVE IS COMPLICATED - PART XI

—this must be the place

summary: two idiots who got their shit together and now love each other unconditionally.

pairing: pedro pascal x actress/singer!reader.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: 18+ (minors dni). filthy smut, p in v, unprotected sex, lots of fluff, cursing, age gap, mentions of alcohol. no use of y/n, if i missed something please let me know!

a/n: hello besties, dual pov so watch out for that, and reminding everyone this is a work of fiction so just sit back and relax and enjoy! but if this isn't your thing, move along :)

masterlist!

January 18th, 2024

Los Angeles, CA

January was a whirlwind. Awards season came faster than either of you could’ve anticipated. After years of grueling work, both of you were at the pinnacle of your careers. The Golden Globes were just the beginning, and somehow, you found yourself receiving best actress nods at every award show that followed. Each time your name was announced, you were stunned—as if each award was a surprise gift wrapped in disbelief.

Pedro? He was right there beside you, proud, beaming, like he’d won every accolade himself.

And in a way, he had.

The Emmys came next. Pedro was dressed like a hot English teacher—a title you bestowed on him while posing for photos on the carpet. He blushed at your words, but his imagination clearly ran wild through the entire ceremony. You’d catch his mind drifting, the corners of his mouth twitching with thoughts you could only guess.

But when the time came, he lost his category. You turned to him with an exaggerated sad face, eyes wide, and before he could even fake another mournful look, you took his face between your hands and whispered in his ear, “You might be an Emmy loser, but you’re my Emmy loser, baby.”

He chuckled softly, a mix of amusement and adoration, his hand resting on your thigh, fingers tracing absentmindedly. “Maybe we can celebrate the loss later,” he teased, and you grinned, your shared laughter barely masked by the applause surrounding you.

February 25th, 2024

Los Angeles, CA

Pedro wore Prada that night. A crisp white button-down shirt, half the buttons undone, his chest peeking through like a prince stepping off a ship in some romantic novel. His hair was so much longer, curling softly around his ears, a curl decorating his forehead, and when you both arrived, you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“You look dreamy,” you’d whispered, your hand lingering on his arm.

You shared a tequila shot for luck before the ceremony, a ritual that seemed to work for both of you. When Pedro’s name was called, you watched in awe as he walked up to the stage, shock evident on his face. He was adorable, overwhelmed, and completely unprepared, but still effortlessly funny.

"And thank you to my love for being my biggest supporter," he said during his speech, eyes finding you in the crowd. "I love you."

The audience roared with laughter as he joked about having a panic attack. You covered your face with your hands, laughing with him, but your heart swelled with pride. When your category came not long after, you got up there, thanked everyone, and finished with, “And last but not least, thank you to now SAG Award winner Pedro Pascal for also being my biggest supporter."

Later that night, you posted a picture of the two of you holding your statuettes, captioning it, “a couple of winners,” a nod to the moment and your shared triumph.

March had rolled faster than anticipated. The Oscars themselves were here, and there you were, sitting in the middle of Hollywood’s most glamorous circus, your name announced as a Best Actress nominee. The whole thing was surreal—like, pinch-me-I’m-dreaming kind of surreal.

Pedro sat next to you, gripping your hand for dear life. He had been holding it for the last half hour, unable to let go, which made you wonder if he was comforting you or himself. Maybe both.

You gave him a quick glance. He was calm on the outside, but you could tell by the subtle way his thumb kept moving over your knuckles that his nerves were bubbling underneath too. You squeezed his hand back, your silent way of saying, Hey, we got this, right? Though, in truth, you weren’t sure who “we” were anymore. You hadn’t breathed since they started announcing the nominees.

And then it came—the moment. The envelope opened, the pause, the suspense that felt like it dragged on for an eternity, and then... someone else’s name. Not yours.

The applause in the room felt both deafening and distant, like you were watching it all through a fog. You let out the breath you’d been holding since they called your name and tried to steady yourself. You smiled, clapping for the winner because, hey, they deserved it. But inside, you were thinking, Well, damn.

Before you could even process the mix of relief and mild disappointment, Pedro turned to you. His eyes were gentle but mischievous, the exact combination that both made you feel better and also a little nervous. He tilted his head, looking at you like he was about to drop the world’s most important line.

“You might be an Oscar loser,” he said, grinning that cheeky grin of his, “but you’re my Oscar loser.”

It took everything in you not to burst out laughing, because of course he would say that. But he leaned in and kissed your forehead, so sweet and sincere, that you felt your heart melt just a little. Leave it to him to make losing feel like a win.

You rolled your eyes, more at how much you loved him than anything else. “Nice one, P. I feel so much better now,” you teased, shaking your head.

"You did the same to me; I had to."

"That's just cruel."

You elbowed him, laughing despite everything. Because at the end of the day, you realized something—you hadn’t lost at all. You were sitting there with the person who made you laugh when you needed it most, who held your hand through the stress and teased you when you least expected it. And that, as far as you were concerned, was the best kind of win.

•••

The next few months were filled with so much love and so much laughter. Pedro went with you to every concert you had scheduled, sitting backstage or in the crowd with your friends, watching you command the stage. It became your new routine, traveling to different cities with Pedro beside you for each show.

June arrived, and with it, Pedro’s filming schedule kicked back into full gear. This time, though, it was a little different. Instead of the usual months of long-distance calls and late-night texts across time zones, he was filming in New York. That meant he came home every night to your shared brownstone.

It felt wonderfully domestic.

One evening, you were curled up on the couch, the windows open to let in a soft breeze. You could hear Pedro moving around in the kitchen, humming to himself as he tried to figure out what to make for dinner. He had arrived early today and insisted on taking care of it. The scent of garlic and olive oil was already beginning to fill the room.

You smiled to yourself, getting up to join him. “Need some help, Chef?” you teased, leaning against the doorframe as you watched him stir something in a pan, his brow furrowed in concentration.

He looked up, a grin spreading across his face when he saw you. “I’m handling it. Don’t worry, I’ve got everything under control.”

You raised an eyebrow, walking over to peek into the pan. “Uh-huh, that’s what you said last time."

“Okay, first of all, I told you that was ‘blackened’ for flavor,” he shot back, pointing the spatula at you. “And second, tonight’s different. I’m on it.”

You laughed, moving closer and slipping your arms around his waist from behind, resting your head against his back. “Mmm, smells good though. Maybe I’ll give you a pass this time.”

He leaned into your embrace, his free hand coming up to hold yours around his middle. “Only a pass?” he teased, turning his head slightly to catch your eye. “I was aiming for full marks.”

“You’ll have to earn that,” you replied, your voice playful as you squeezed him tighter. “What’s on the menu tonight?”

He twisted around in your arms to face you, a mock-serious expression on his face. “You are looking at a masterful creation of... stir-fry.”

“Fancy.”

“Very. It’s gourmet,” he said with a grin, pulling you closer. “It’s got vegetables and everything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh; the ease between you was just so comfortable.

It wasn’t about the food or the dinner itself—it was about the quiet rhythm of life you’d found together, the simple joy of these little moments. The kind of comfort that only comes from knowing someone so well and loving every bit of it.

As the food sizzled away on the stove, Pedro pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hand still resting on your back. “I like this,” he murmured.

“What, my expert critique of your cooking? Because I can keep going."

He laughed softly. “No, I mean…this. Us. Coming home to you every night. It feels right.”

A smile spread across your face as you tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “It does, doesn’t it?”

He nodded, his eyes soft as he looked at you. “I could get used to this.”

“Well,” you said, grinning as you stood on your toes to kiss him, “good thing you’re stuck with me.”

He kissed you back, his lips warm and familiar, lingering just long enough to make you lose your train of thought. “Best decision I ever made,” he murmured against your lips, pulling you closer.

You smiled into the kiss, feeling the warmth of him seep into you, grounding you in the moment.

“Alright, mister. Let’s eat before your gourmet stir-fry turns into another ‘blackened’ creation.”

“Noted,” he laughed, turning back to the stove with you still wrapped around him.

July 25th, 2024

San Diego, California

The morning had a slowness to it that Pedro liked.

The two of you were still wrapped up in the sheets, limbs intertwined in a comfortable, familiar tangle. The sunlight crept lazily through the curtains. He felt your body stir next to his, your warmth pulling him further out of sleep. His lips found the curve of your shoulder, soft kisses trailing across your skin, while his fingers lazily traced patterns on your back.

"You nervous for today?" you asked, your voice still sleepy but carrying a smile that he could hear.

Pedro groaned slightly, his morning voice raspy. "A little," he admitted, his face half-buried in the pillow.

"You’ll be great. They’re going to eat you up," you said, teasing but reassuring, your lips brushing his neck. "Anything I can do to help?"

He smirked, his eyes still closed as his hand found its way down the small of your back, pulling you closer. "Actually, yeah… I’ve got a couple ideas."

You laughed, straddling him, your hair falling over your face as you leaned down for a slow, lingering kiss. The kind of kiss that promised more, the kind that was a language only the two of you spoke. Pedro’s hands moved with familiarity, tracing the lines of your body as if he were memorizing you all over again.

He discarded yours and his clothes too. Your perfect breasts in his face as soon as you straddled him again, knees on either side of his thighs as you sat down on his cock. His head fell back on the soft pillow as you dug your nails into his broad shoulders.

For a while, it was just your steady breathing as you rode him, smooth and constant. Your moans—a delicious symphony to his ears—filled the room, mingling with his own groans of pleasure. And then both of your movements became more urgent, and he held you down to his chest, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss.

"Fuck," he cursed, his hands gripping your back tightly as he pushed himself deeper inside you.

"Need-need you deeper."

He heard you say, and with a low growl, he complied. "Lay down."

You quickly got on your front, head turned to the side, ass in the air, and he entered you from behind. He filled you, slowly, centimeter by centimeter, stretching you in the most delicious way.

"Yes, yes, yes."

It fueled him to see you and hear you so fucked out and desperate for more.

"Goddamn," he breathed, pulling out before gliding in again, this time a little harder, a little deeper. He repeated the motion several times, each time pushing you into the bed harder and harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. It's filthy. His hands dug into your hips. Your moans grew louder—consuming him, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

You were close; he could tell by the way you were clenching around him. He cannot take it anymore. It's stupidly, brilliantly too good. Too intoxicating. He leans forward, chest pressed against your back, skin slick with sweat. "Come for me, baby."

He sees your eyes go blank as you reach your peak, your body shuddering with pleasure. The sight of you unraveling beneath him pushes him over the edge, and he follows right after you, his hips turning erratic, heat spreading inside him, and his release mixing with yours.

You don't move, and neither does he. He stays buried deep inside you, both of you trying to catch your breath and come back down from the euphoric high you just experienced together. The only sound in the room is heavy breathing and the occasional whisper of a kiss against your skin.

•••

Later, the chaos of Comic-Con surrounded him, but Pedro was good at playing it cool, even if he didn't really feel like it. He’d been in the industry long enough to know how to handle the intensity of the spotlight, but today, something felt a little more electrified. It could’ve been the crowds, but as soon as you arrived and caught sight of him, you couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Oh my god, what did Marvel give you?” you said, grinning up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye. “You look ten years younger—I’m scared.”

Pedro chuckled, turning a little and glancing down at himself. “It’s all smoke and mirrors, babe. You know that.”

"Right. Smoke, mirrors, and a little bit of Marvel magic."

You stole a quick kiss. "I'll be right here when you're done, P."

He loved how you could always ease him with just a few words. No matter the situation, no matter how chaotic or overwhelming things got, you had this way of cutting through the noise and grounding him. It was something he never took for granted, especially in moments like this—before the whirlwind, when he needed to remember who he was underneath it all.

"Now, get out there and win them over, handsome."

•••

Summer turned into fall; life became a blend of filming and fleeting moments of domestic bliss.

Pedro’s schedule took him to London for Fantastic Four, and you had your own projects to attend to, which meant falling back into the familiar rhythm of long-distance. It was tough—long nights filled with texts and video calls, stolen moments across time zones—but somehow, the two of you made it work. You'd promised you would.

One night, as you lay together in bed before your next trip, he whispered, “I’d rather have you 3 days a year than anyone else all the time.”

You smiled.

Weeks later, Pedro went back to New York after a short break and found solace in the little routines.

He loved coming home to you.

He found himself doing little things for you. He’d never been much of a "chores guy," but there was something solid about washing dishes while you hummed in the next room, or folding laundry. It made up for the time he spent away, the guilt he sometimes carried for being gone so much. Doing these little things felt like his way of making sure you always knew how much he loved you, even when he wasn’t physically there.

One night, after a particularly long day for you, you flopped into bed. He was finishing brushing his teeth in the bathroom. As he walked into the bedroom, he noticed the exhaustion in your eyes. You were sprawled out on the bed, your blouse slightly rolled up. He pressed a knee against the edge of the bed and hovered over you.

You looked up at him, your voice a soft whisper. “You’re the only calm thing in my life.”

Pedro’s heart swelled at that, his mouth instinctively forming a smile. “And you’re the best kind of chaos in mine,” he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. But beneath the joke was something deeper—a truth he felt in every fiber of his being. You had become his home.

He crawled back down slowly, peppering you with gentle kisses along your neck and sternum. You unbuttoned your blouse as he continued to trail kisses down your body. Each one a promise.

He bit your hip playfully, leaving a faint mark, and when the red faded, he did it again.

You laughed, the sound light and full of affection. “Always leaving your signature.”

“All part of the service."

•••

As fall settled, Pedro found himself reflecting on everything that had led him to this moment—this life he had built with you. All his lonely days, all the times he had doubted whether love like this would ever find him, seemed like a distant memory now. Everything he had been through had led him to this.

And there wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t grateful.

As he watched you move around the London flat he had rented, his home for the next few months, catching you mid-laugh or lost in your own world, he felt whole. Complete. Every piece of his life had finally fallen into place.

And he knew, without a doubt, that there would never be a time when he had enough of you. You were his everything, and he would always come back.

Always.

a/n: the end!! sad because i'm gonna miss them so much :( but happy to have finished this the right way. thank you everyone who reads, likes, reblogs and leaves a kind message <3

[rustygem]

: ̗̀➛ “DOUBTS.” | v. ratio

彡 prompt: dr. ratio discovers that his lover is more insecure than they let on.

彡 warning(s): self degradation/loathing (from the reader).

彡 notes: gender neutral reader. maybe ooc! ratio. this was partly a vent lmao. all dividers are by cafekitsune!

THE day you started dating Veritas Ratio was the best day of his life. He always considered you to be his equal in intelligence...and good looks too. Your more lenient personality, however, was in contrast to strict personality. But, you still taught your students well.

Granted, to Veritas, you really should be a little less merciful. You’re a professor, it's not like you're teaching preschoolers. If one of your students is stressed out, instead of coddling them, help snap them out of it.

Other than that, you’re a genuinely good professor. As stressed out as some of the students might be, they’re still learning. To Veritas, the way you teach shows that you’re confident in yourself and your teachings.

Although, outside of your job, lately you’ve been acting unusual. Veritas has noticed you hesitating to hold his hand. The way you’ve been kissing his cheeks instead of his lips, your refusal to look him in the eyes when talking to him.

Now Veritas Ratio doesn’t know how to comfort people. And when it came to you, he would give you a hug or a kiss, but that was about it.

Only because your concerns were the usual stress of work, so he wasn’t worried about you. He knew you were strong when it came to being a teacher, and that’s what he loved about you.

He thought to get you a coffee before your next lesson, as you are a hard worker. Of course, hard workers need energy and a relaxing drink. Especially when they’re in the presence of idiots.

So when Veritas hears you crying in your classroom, mumbling the cruelest words to yourself…his heart starts to ache.

Calling yourself a nuisance, nothing but a burden.

He’s damn near offended. If anyone else was caught talking like this about you, he’d have no problem insulting them back.

But…it was you saying these awful things about yourself. Why?

As you spotted him walking towards you, you wiped your eyes with a few tissues.

"Good morning, Veritas." You mumbled a soft 'thank you' as he handed you your coffee cup. You did your best to give him a smile, but you were only met with a glare in response.

"You know I despise lying, my dear." He leaned closer to you, your lips almost touching, as if he was about to kiss you.

“So, why don’t you be truthful?” The man with purple hair moved his head back, drinking his own coffee.

You were silent as you sipped your coffee, tears brimming from your eyes again.

“...I’m sorry, Veritas." Your voice was barely audible, until after you spoke again. “I…just felt like I’ve been of no use to you recently.”

Exhaling from his nose, he frowned. "I’m still failing to see how you could ever view yourself as a nuisance, [F/N]."

Oh, he heard that? Wonderful.

Getting up from your seat, you stared at your coffee cup. “I don’t feel like I’m your equal. That I’m below you.”

What. Were you serious? You were his lover. Of course you were his equal. Were you actually foolish? You were simply one of the most intelligent people he’s ever met, both academically and emotionally. You had a good heart as well. You were an honest person.

How could you speak about yourself this way? Absolutely not. He won’t hear it.

“Answer me this,” Veritas took the coffee cup out of your hand, setting both his and yours cups down on your desk. Staring into your eyes, he continued. “Have I ever told you that you were beneath me?”

“…No.” You mumbled.

“Have I given the impression that you’re bothersome, or a nuisance to me?”

“No, but–”

“Do you think I would be in love with you if I considered you to be worthless?”

No response from you.

Walking closer to you, he grazed your cheek. “So please, tell me where you got these thoughts from, sweetheart.”

Scrunching his eyebrows, Veritas thought for a moment. The first thought that came to his mind made his jaw clench.

“[F/N].” He said firmly, maintaining eye contact with you. “Has anyone said anything to you?”

Taking in his words, you broke eye contact with him. It was true that people talked about you behind your back. But, you’ve been feeling like this for a while…all your co-workers did was just make it worse.

“These thoughts have been sitting in my own mind for a long time, Veritas.” You stared at your shoes. “Nobody needed to say anything.”

Moving your chin up to make you look at him, his gaze softened. “Then let me tell you this.”

Taking your hands in his, he began. “I’m with you because I love you. Simple. You are forever my equal, and I have never imagined myself being with anyone but you.”

While his voice was nonchalant as ever, every single word still heartfelt, and came from a place of love.

Seeing your lips almost twitch into a smile, he continued, “Or should I remind you it was me who confessed to you?”

Yeah, that happened. Veritas Ratio told you he loved you. He didn’t expect you to feel the same way, forget starting a relationship with him.

Seeing tears almost well up in your eyes, he kissed your temple. “I love you, [Y/N], and that will never end. Am I understood?”

Nodding your head, you wiped your eyes. “Yes, I understand. I love you too, Veritas.”

With a satisfied hum, the genius reluctantly separated himself from you and picked up his coffee cup.

“Good, now get yourself together, my dear. You have a lesson in 5 minutes.”

[puppycheesecake]

OC Connections CAS Challenge 👥

Looking to populate your world? Flesh out your character? Are you just bored and want to fuck around in CAS? Then have I got a challenge for you!

Pick an OC and then make their:

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Mom and/or Dad

👺 Evil Twin

👯 (Non-Evil) Fraternal Twin

💕 Best Friend

🔪 Mortal Enemy

🍎 Favorite Teacher

🏠 Least Favorite Neighbor

💍 Crush (past or present)

💼 Coworker

🐈 Pet

🎸 Favorite Musician

🦄 Childhood Imaginary Friend

👷‍♀️ Worker They Say Hi To Everyday (mailman, barista, etc.)

📺 Star Of Their Favorite TV Show