#I’m excited for 4 I’ve been wanting to get into it for a while now. uuuuhhhhhhh! silent hope seems neat ? dragon quest monsters too I like h

[thebunnednun]

Toast 6.

Pairing: Aged up!ProHero!Katsuki Bakugou x Ex!Pro hero!Reader x Best friend!Pro Hero!Hitoshi Shinsou

Katsuki has competition for you and his daughter.

Chapter 6: Park Party

You meet with Katsuki for your grandmothers will, He and bestie Hitoshi get into a fight, and your daughter Asuna almost dies. Plus, you get arrested! :D   Good day huh?

Music:

1.Like Him 2.Me and your Mama 3.Fight night 4.Nightmare

Special shout out's to @rosaline756 who is sick AND @elarakive who is the inspo behind our manager. Also to @1chaerry for being lovely.

Her head whipped around to see Rumi and Eri approaching from behind. Katsuki glanced up at the sound, his face flushed as he quickly diverted his gaze. Eri, looking slightly apologetic, gave her a reassuring smile. 

“See, she’s fine!” Rumi called out, her voice carrying over the park's bustle.

Rumi’s expression softened as her gaze flicked to the pair Asuna was with. Once she spotted Katsuki, her eyes narrowed, then widened in recognition, and a brief but friendly exchange passed between him and Rumi. 

“Where have you been?” Rumi asked, her tone tinged with concern.

Asuna shrugged, passing Eri the soda. Eri took it from her with a grateful smile. “I had to use the bathroom and got caught up talking to Crybaby,” Asuna explained casually, brushing off the awkwardness of the situation.

Rumi squinted at her suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. “You took that long to use the bathroom?” she asked, though she agreed after a moment. “Guess we got worried when you disappeared like that.”

Just then, Katsuki’s eyes scanned the park, and he noticed you chatting with some of the other mothers. He straightened up, preparing to leave. "See you," he said to everyone, his gaze locking on Asuna again as he spoke. 

“Bye, Asuna,” he added, his voice softer now.

Asuna smiled and nodded. “Thanks for the almonds,” she replied, watching as he turned and made his way toward the exit. After Katsuki disappeared into the crowd, Asuna’s face lit up with a sudden, unexpected energy. 

“I want to play hide and seek,” she announced enthusiastically.

Rumi blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sudden change of subject. 

“Hide and seek?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Asuna nodded, grinning. “It’ll only be fun if we get to hide from a real pro hero,” she added, her eyes glinting with excitement.

Rumi chuckled, a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re right, that does sound fun.” She paused, glancing at Eri, and then gave Asuna a stern look. “But don’t go too far. Same goes for you, Eri.” The two girls nodded eagerly in agreement, and Rumi, after a deep breath, began to count aloud, her voice booming over the sound of the bustling park.

Asuna and Eri darted off as quietly as they could, weaving through the crowds before slipping behind a nearby tree. Asuna, finally feeling like she had a moment of peace, turned to Eri, her expression serious now. “I’ve been thinking,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to get closer to mom and hear what they talk about—especially you know who.”

Eri raised an eyebrow but nodded slowly. “If that’s what you need, I’m down to help. We just can’t get caught,” she whispered back, a mischievous spark in her eye.

Asuna grinned, teasing her. “Oh, so now you’ve got a cheeky streak in you, huh?”

Eri smirked back. “I’m always down for helping you out,” she said, sounding more confident than she usually did. 

"Let's just make sure Rumi doesn’t catch us."

The girls scrambled out of the tree and each popped an earbud in their ears, calling each other on their phones to stay in touch while they split up. Asuna glanced over her shoulder at Eri, offering a low warning. 

“Stay sharp, Rumi can be unpredictable.”

“And she hears everything!”

It was nearing 12:30 when you prepared to leave, the weight of the conversation with the other mothers lingering in the air. You were just about to turn to gather your things when you heard your name being called. 

You froze. 

‘Oh, God.’ 

You know that voice—

You turned, your heart sinking. Of all the times for him to show up.

The other mothers in the group instantly went quiet, eyes widening as they saw him—a towering figure, blonde hair tousled, his muscular build making his presence undeniable. He was easily 6’4, with broad shoulders and intense red eyes that seemed to cut through the crowd as he walked straight toward you.

“Oh!” one of the mothers exclaimed, her voice full of awe. “Wow, he’s a looker, isn’t he?” The comment sent a flutter through your stomach, something unfamiliar pulling at your chest. You quickly shook off the feeling, mentally snapping back into reality. ‘ Calm down,’ you told yourself. He was just here to drop off pictures. That’s it. Just business. ‘ Rita’s will.’ Nothing else.

‘Are those new piercings?’

You kept your posture composed, the slight upward curve of your lips revealing none of the inner chaos sparked by Katsuki’s sudden appearance. As he approached, the wind caught his hair, making it tousle just slightly, and the taut fit of his winter uniform even with the jacket thrown on highlighted every curve of his muscular frame. His presence alone had a gravitational pull, drawing attention effortlessly.

One of the mothers beside you let out a surprised gasp, her voice tinged with curiosity and excitement. 

“I didn’t know he was your husband!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe.

The word “ husband ” stopped your brain in its tracks. 

For a moment, all thought ceased as you stared blankly ahead. Your mouth opened, a correction poised on your tongue, but no sound came out. The group had gone silent, and their gazes had shifted upward. Slowly, you turned, catching sight of him.

Katsuki. 

He nodded in greeting, his sharp eyes meeting yours briefly before sweeping over you. He seemed to drink in every detail, his expression unreadable but his gaze unwavering.

He stood just a few feet away, watching you intently. The way your coat wrapped around you, snug but stylish, gave you a sleek silhouette that made him take a second glance. Your braids were freshly redone, each one pristine and framing your face in a way that made his heart beat a little faster. The boots on your feet looked both practical and chic, hugging your calves in a way that he found annoyingly captivating.

Then there was your lip gloss—wine-colored, glistening even under the cold, grey sky. It seemed to defy the dreary weather, standing out against the neutral tones of the park. He found himself fixated, his eyes lingering longer than they should. The rest of your makeup was light, subtle, but it enhanced the natural warmth of your features. Or maybe it was just your eyes. 

There was something about the way they flickered, soft and warm, that made him feel strangely entranced.

He couldn’t help but notice a faint pink tinge on your cheeks and nose, likely from the chill in the air, though part of him liked to imagine it was something else—something his presence might have caused. He knew it wasn’t possible; your quirk didn’t allow for it. Still, the idea of it made his chest tighten in a way that was both irritating and exhilarating.

You always had this effect on him, though he’d never admit it. 

The way you held yourself, so calm and collected on the outside, made him want to know what was beneath that surface. And today, in this cold park, with the lingering scent of roasted almonds in the air and the subtle hum of Christmas lights flickering in the distance, he found himself drawn to you once again.

Katsuki isn’t speaking, but his eyes are busy. They flicker between the photos, you, and the distant spot where he last saw Asuna. His gaze lingers on you, absorbing every detail—the way your sweats hug you perfectly, the subtle glow of your eyes, the delicate beauty of your lips. Time hasn't stopped for you, and he can see it in every nuance of your appearance, every quiet moment captured in the pictures between you.

Katsuki isn’t speaking, but his eyes tell you the truth. 

They drift between the photo album resting on your lap, the way you sit beside him, and the direction where he last saw Asuna. His gaze settles on you, lingering on the curve of your cheek, the gloss of your lips, the freshness of your braids. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, as though he’s trying to memorize every detail, to capture this moment and hold it close. 

Time hasn’t stopped for you, and Katsuki can feel its passage in every quiet glance, every unspoken word between you.

You glance up and catch him looking. 

Something flickers across your face—hesitation, maybe, or the weight of something you’re not sure how to share. Katsuki knows you too well to miss it. He sees the slight furrow of your brow, the way your fingers trace the edges of the album, and he knows something’s on your mind. You can feel his gaze, heavy with concern and curiosity, and the silence between you stretches, taut and trembling.

“ Uh ,”

“ I –,”

Both of you move to speak at once, your words tangling in the air. You stop, laugh softly at the awkwardness of it, and gesture for him to go first. He shakes his head, lips pressing into a thin line. 

"No, you go," he says, voice low, rough around the edges. You meet his eyes, a silent conversation passing between you, and in the end, you both pause, hesitant.

Katsuki breaks the stalemate with a frustrated growl, running his hands through his hair before slouching down to meet you at eye level. His expression softens, the tension in his shoulders easing as he tries to find the right words. 

"I didn’t mean to push your boundaries last night," he says, his tone sincere, even if a little rough. 

"But everything else I said...it still stands."

You nod, taking a steadying breath. "It’s been too many years to keep going like this," you reply, your voice soft but firm. Your thumb brushes over the edge of the next page in the album, the decision to tell him about Asuna weighing heavily on your mind. Not yet, you think. You need to talk to her first, to make sure she’s ready before you share this with him. The thought brings a pang of anxiety, but you push it down for now.

You flip the page, and the sight that greets you steals your breath. 

The photograph captures a candid moment of you and Katsuki seated on the front steps of Rita's house. 

The sun bathes the scene in a warm, golden glow, casting soft shadows that add depth to the image. Both of you are mid-laugh, the kind of laughter that comes from a shared joke or a funny mishap, your faces illuminated with unguarded joy. Katsuki's usual sharp features soften, his smile wide and genuine, while your eyes sparkle with happiness, the two of you caught in a moment that feels untouched by the world’s worries.

The series of pictures that follow tells a story of your shared journey. In one, Rita stands in the kitchen, her hands guiding Katsuki as he attempts to recreate your favorite meal. His brows are furrowed in concentration, a stark contrast to the satisfied grin he flashes once Rita pats his shoulder in approval. You can almost hear the cursing and smell the familiar scents wafting from the stovetop.

Another photo shows the two of you back-to-back before a school dance, dressed in your finest. Katsuki’s suit fits him perfectly, his usual scowl replaced with a slight smile. Your dress flows elegantly, his accessories made to match your attire. Both of you are looking over your shoulders, the excitement and anticipation of the night ahead captured perfectly in your matching grins.

You flick your eyes and the next photo is perhaps the most heartwarming of all. It's from a Christmas spent together, surrounded by the warmth of family. The two of you are sprawled out on the floor, amidst a sea of wrapping paper and ribbons. 

The TV is tuned to an American Christmas movie about burglary, the fireplace is well lit and devoid of stockings. Rita has a cup of coffee steaming on the side table, her glasses hanging from her neck while she takes a shot with Mitsuki, who is on the couch wrapped up in Masura’s favorite blanket, while he handles the camera.

You are nestled inside a large box, a playful smile on your sleeping face, as if the box is the coziest bed in the world. Katsuki sits nearby, his gaze fixed on you, a softness in his eyes that rarely surfaces. It’s a look of contentment, of quiet admiration. Unbeknownst to him, the camera captures the moment he leans in slightly, his expression one of pure adornment before he’s caught in the act.

That Christmas. 

The warmth of the fire, the laughter that filled the room, the sense of belonging that felt so fragile and yet so real. The memories are vivid, each image stirring a mix of nostalgia and longing. The next page shows a group photo of the whole family, including you and Rita, all smiles and togetherness. The happiness in that picture feels like a world away from where you are now, and the weight of it hits you hard. 

Tears well up, unbidden, and you blink rapidly, trying to keep them at bay. But the memories, the emotions—

They’re too much to hold back.

Katsuki notices. 

His hand reaches out, hesitating for a moment before resting gently on yours. The warmth of his touch grounds you, and when you look up, you see that same weight mirrored in his eyes. He’s thinking about it too—the time that’s passed, the things left unsaid, the moments you can’t get back. He’s thinking about Asuna, about you, about the family you once dreamed of having.

You can feel the unspoken question hanging in the air, the one you’re both too afraid to voice. 

Where did the time go? 

And can you ever find your way back?

Katsuki's heart is pounding like a war drum as he stares at you, watching the tears roll down your cheeks. His mind races, every instinct screaming at him to do something—anything—to take away your pain. He clenches his fists, digging his nails into his palms before muttering a soft, 

" Fuck it ."

He drops to his knees in the grass in front of you, his hands reaching out tentatively before cupping your face. His warm thumbs, surprisingly soft and gentle despite the callouses from years of training, begin to wipe away your tears. His touch is hesitant but tender, as if he's afraid of breaking you.

"Stop," you whisper, trying to pull back, your voice trembling. 

"I don't want to cry here... not in front of—"

But before you can finish, you're enveloped in a solid warmth, Katsuki's strong, muscular arms wrapping around you. He pulls you close, his grip firm yet comforting, like he's afraid you'll slip away if he lets go. You feel the wetness of his tears falling onto your scalp, and the slight tremor in his body tells you that he’s crying too.

The realization hits you like a wave—

Katsuki Bakugo, the man who rarely showed vulnerability, is breaking down with you. 

Again.

You hesitate, your body stiffening for a moment as you wrestle with the propriety of this public display, with the weight of everything that’s happened: The villain attacks, the memory of holding Rita’s hand as she passed, the countless hours spent as a hero, and the challenge of raising Asuna. 

It’s been so much, too much, and you’ve held it together for so long.

But your heart, your exhausted, battered heart, has had enough. 

It craves the comfort of this moment, the safety in Katsuki’s arms. 

With a shaky breath, you let go of the restraint you’ve clung to for so long. Your arms wrap around his broad back, fingers gripping the fabric of his jacket as you press yourself closer to him. The dam breaks, and you allow yourself to sob, the sound muffled against his chest.

Katsuki holds you tighter, his own tears mixing with yours as the weight of years spent apart, the missed chances, the unspoken words—all of it—comes crashing down. His hand cradles the back of your head, the other resting on your back, his fingers splayed out as if anchoring you to him.

You both cry, your tears mingling with the chill in the air, but for once, the cold doesn’t matter. The world fades away, leaving just the two of you, connected in this raw, unfiltered moment of shared grief and long-buried affection.

He never did stop loving you. How could he? Even through all the years apart, that love lingered, simmering beneath the surface, unspoken but always present. And in a way, you never stopped loving him either. How could you? Katsuki helped give you the most precious part of your life—your best friend for life. The thought sends a pang through your heart, a reminder of something important.

“Oh, shit ,” you whisper, your mind racing. 

"Asuna ."

You sniff and turn your face up toward Katsuki, who’s looking at you with a mixture of concern and something softer—the fucking face that makes your heart ache. 

Before you can react, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and uses it to gently wipe your nose.

The unexpected gesture makes you blink, your cheeks heating as you catch a glimpse of his well-defined abs. The sight is brief, but it lingers in your mind, reminding you how long it’s been since you’ve really noticed someone like that.

Sure, Mina dragg’s you out to clubs, and you’d gone to Class 1-A’s get-togethers to keep up appearances. But it wasn’t the same. The casual flings and fleeting attractions never filled the void.

Even the times you’d helped Hitoshi with his laundry brought a sense of familiarity, but not the spark you felt now.

You blink hard, trying to shake off the thoughts of Hitoshi.

This moment was about you and Katsuki, not the tangled mess of your other best friend asking weird questions.

Wind picks up, rustling the trees around the park, sending leaves spiraling through the air. Both of you react instinctively, grabbing the binders and photo albums before they can scatter. You stuff them back into Katsuki’s bag with hurried hands, both of you laughing softly at the urgency.

"Here," Katsuki says, offering you the bag. His voice is firm but gentle, his eyes locked on yours.

You start to protest, shaking your head. “I can’t—”

“Yeah you can,” he cuts you off, his tone leaving no room for argument. His hands linger on the bag for a moment longer before letting go, and you feel the weight of it, not just physically but emotionally.

You accept it with a small nod, glancing down at the bag. A flicker of curiosity prompts you to unzip the pocket and pull out a binder, the one with the freeze-lock. 

It really is Rita’s will, intact and pristine. 

A wave of emotion washes over you as you thumb through the pages, the reality of it crashing on you.

You close the binder and slip it back into the bag, zipping it closed with a sigh. For a moment, the two of you sit in silence, the distant chatter of children playing blending with the rustle of leaves and the hum of traffic in the background.

"I need to return your jacket from last night," you say, breaking the quiet.

Katsuki blinks, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion for a moment before realization dawns. He’d forgotten you still had his jacket.

“ ���S fine,” he replies, his voice low and soft. “Keep it, long as you need.”

The simple offer carries more weight than you expected, and you find yourself considering again, a small, grateful feeling tugging at your heart. You glance around, noticing the park beginning to clear as parents gather their children, the chill in the air growing sharper with the time going on.

You look back at Katsuki, his gaze steady on you, and he knows you have to say something more. 

You glance up at Katsuki, your thoughts swirling with everything you want to say but can’t quite find the words for. 

"Can we walk?" you ask softly. "It helps me think. There's... stuff I want to say."

Katsuki’s eyebrows rise in surprise, but he quickly nods. Without hesitation, he stands up and holds his hands out to you. For a brief second, you think about getting up on your own, but before you can act, he effortlessly lifts you to your feet. 

It’s so easy for him, like you weigh nothing at all.

The sensation floods you with memories

Training sessions where he’d lift you without breaking a sweat, missions where he’d toss you into the air with perfect precision, the times he carried you on his shoulder and ran headlong into the ocean just for fun.

You even remember that chaotic night when Denki got everyone in trouble with the cops, and Katsuki hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to make a quick escape.

Or that one ill-advised mission to break into Aizawa’s apartment for a surprise birthday party, which, unsurprisingly, did not go over well with the man himself.

Each memory rushes through you in a dizzying wave, grounding you in the present as you find yourself standing on your own two feet. Katsuki slings the bag over his shoulder, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with a quiet intensity.

"Where to?" he asks, his voice steady, a soft contrast to the tumultuous thoughts in your mind.

You glance around, taking in the park around you—the way the golden light filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the grass. The air is cool, the distant sound of traffic mingling with the rustle of leaves. It’s peaceful in a way that makes the weight in your chest a little lighter.

"Just... around," you say finally, motioning toward the winding path that leads out of the park. 

"Let’s just walk for a bit."

Katsuki gives a slight nod and falls into step beside you, his presence comforting in its familiarity. The two of you walk in silence for a while, the only sounds are the crunch of gravel beneath your feet and the soft rustling of leaves.

Every so often, you catch him glancing at you, his expression unreadable, yet there’s something in his eyes that makes your heart ache in a way that’s both painful and soothing.

As you walk, the words you’ve been struggling to find begin to form, the weight of what you want to say pressing more heavily with each step. 

The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled patterns across the path. The silence between you is easy, comfortable, filled with the lingering echoes of shared history. 

Katsuki breaks the quiet first, his voice low but warm. "Did you get home safe last night?"

"Yeah," you reply, glancing over at him. "Thanks for asking. What about you?"

He shrugs, his usual nonchalant air tempered by the softness in his tone. "Crashed at Kirishima's condo."

You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I miss the big guy. He’s always been the best. So respectful and such a positive influence. I’m glad he's around for the younger generation."

Katsuki’s lips quirk into a faint grin at the mention of his closest friend. "Yeah, he’s a good guy."

As you walk past a cluster of trees, you remain blissfully unaware of the two little spies hiding just out of sight. Eri, twenty but still petite enough to blend in as a teen, peers out from behind a thick trunk.

Her long hair is tucked into a knitted beanie lined with a soft, slinky fabric, effectively disguising her. She watches you both with wide, curious eyes, biting her lip to suppress a noise. From her vantage point, she can barely contain her excitement.

Above, Asuna moves through the branches with practiced ease, her movements silent and precise thanks to her training with Shinsou.

She perches on a sturdy limb, her sharp eyes focused on you and Katsuki as you stroll along the path. The rustling leaves mask her presence as she keeps a close watch. Her heart pounds with anticipation, the thrill of sneaking around amplified by the mission at hand.

She flicks away a message from Shinsou asking why she dropped her location without context. His apartment is on the other side of the city, but her focus is here, on you.

"Do you hear anything? " Eri whispers, her gaze darting between the couple below and the large bunny-eared woman who’s scanning the park with a determined expression.

"Not yet ," Asuna responds, her voice barely a breath as she inches closer, her eyes narrowing in concentration. " I’m getting closer. "

Below, Rumi strides through the park, her sharp gaze sweeping across the playground. She peers into the playhouses, her presence immediately drawing the attention of a group of children. They swarm her, giggling and shouting excitedly as they try to climb her, their small hands grasping at her arms and legs.

"Can I have your autograph!?" one child squeals.

"Can you jump really high?" another asks, eyes wide with admiration.

Rumi chuckles, her usual fierce demeanor softened by the enthusiasm of the kids. She ruffles a few heads and signs autographs with a smirk, though her eyes never stop scanning the area, looking for any sign of the two mischief-makers she knows are hiding somewhere.

As you and Katsuki continue your walk, the sounds of laughter and playful screams fill the air, blending with the rustling leaves and distant hum of the city. The warmth of the sun contrasts with the cool breeze, creating a perfect harmony that seems to settle over the park. 

Despite the serene surroundings, there’s a sense of anticipation in the air, a silent countdown ticking toward an inevitable reunion that neither you nor Katsuki are quite prepared for.

Katsuki's voice cuts through the tranquil park air, his words laced with curiosity. "Asuna's an interesting kid," he comments, his tone thoughtful.

You glance at him, the hint of a smile playing on your lips. "What makes you say that?"

He shifts the bag on his shoulder, his gaze fixed ahead.

"Had a conversation with her. She’s got a sharp mind. Quick wit. Reminds me of someone."

Your brows furrow, piecing together the timeline. You think back to yesterday. She mentioned running into some of your friends at the convenience store.

Katsuki continues, his face softening. "Yeah, nosey as all shit. She’s got this energy about her. Like she’s always thinking, always a step ahead."

Your heart warms at the mention of Asuna, a silent guilt swelling within you. You wonder how she’s faring with Rumi right now, considering texting the rabbit hero to check in. But before you can pull out your phone, Katsuki’s next question freezes you mid-step.

"So... how’d firefly get her eyes that color?"

The question is simple, but it hits you like a punch to the gut from All Might. Your foot catches on an uneven part of the path, and for a split second, gravity takes over. 

Before you can hit the ground, Katsuki’s hands are on you, steady and sure, pulling you upright with ease.

" Watch where you're going ," he chides, his voice gruff but concerned. "City hasn't been listening to me about evening out this damn park."

You huff, brushing off the moment as best you can. "Thanks for the save."

"Don’t thank me," he mutters, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

Above you, hidden among the branches, Asuna watches the exchange with bated breath. She almost called out, her heart leaping into her throat, but the scarf over her mouth muffles any sound. Eri nudges her from the earbuds, silently urging her to stay quiet, their mission far from over.

You clear your throat, steadying yourself. "Her eyes are from her father. It’s hereditary."

Katsuki, in the midst of adjusting his boots, nearly trips at your words. His eyes widen as he stumbles, and you’re quick to grab his arm, pulling him back before he can fall.

"Careful," you say, the irony of the situation not lost on you. "You good?"

His expression shifts, concern etched into his features. "I wanted to ask if—" He hesitates, searching for the right words. "If her father... did he hurt you? Is that why you don’t wanna talk about it?"

The air grows heavy between you, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down. You take a breath, the familiar mix of dread and other emotions swirling into a potent cocktail in your chest. "Not exactly," you begin, but he’s already leaning closer, his eyes sharp and intense.

"It’s black and white," he insists. "Either yes or no."

You wave him off, walking a few steps ahead, the distance between you feeling like an insurmountable chasm. "It’s not that simple when you’re in love."

His footsteps falter, and when you turn, his face is a storm of emotions, his hands clenched in his pockets. 

"You were in love with him?"

The wind picks up, rustling the leaves and carrying the sounds of the park around you. 

Children’s laughter, the chatter of passing couples, the distant hum of traffic—all of it fades into the background as you lock eyes with Katsuki. His spiky hair is pushed back by his mask, and your braids snap upwards in the gust, creating a tableau of tension and unresolved feelings.

For a moment, the space between you feels like an entire universe, the weight of eight Jupiters pressing down. You see it in his eyes—the belief that he had been your only. The realization hits you like a tidal wave, threatening to pull you under. 

Both of you could stand a million miles apart and it would still be closer. 

Anger flickers at the edges of your thoughts, but it’s quickly doused by you acknowledging the hope that he hasn’t been creeping around town either. This conversation is harder than you ever imagined, the words caught in your throat, the memories threatening to overwhelm.

"You need love to make a baby, not just sex," you snap, the words leaving your mouth before you can filter them.

"I think other people would beg to differ," Katsuki retorts, his voice laced with frustration.

You both stand there, the tension crackling like static in the air. Katsuki sighs, his brows furrowed as he takes a step after you. 

"Wait!" he calls out, his tone softer but no less insistent.

You pause, looking back at him, your expression guarded. His hand reaches out, catching the sleeve of your jacket, tugging lightly to keep you in place. His crimson eyes meet yours, filled with something you can’t quite name—earnestness, perhaps. 

"I honestly just want to know," he admits, his voice low, almost pleading.

"Why?" you ask, the question hanging in the air between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Katsuki’s throat tightens, that familiar, uncomfortable feeling rising within him. It’s the same sensation he gets when he wants to say something important but fears hurting you. 

"I get it," he begins, his gaze falling to the ground. "I understand that you and me—we’re over. I shouldn’t linger on it. But..." He looks up, his expression raw and open in a way you rarely see. 

"You were the only person I’ve ever been with. The only woman I’ve known. So, from the bottom of my heart, I want to know... Is Asuna—"

"Long time no see, huh?"

Both of you whip around at the sound of the familiar sultry voice, eyes widening in surprise. 

There, striding towards you with the casual ease of a cat, is Hitoshi Shinsou.

"Hitoshi!" you call out, your voice filled with genuine surprise and a touch of relief.

Shinsou approaches, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he takes in the scene. His cool, collected demeanor is accentuated by his laid-back outfit—a dark purple tee peeking out from under a long, white thermal shirt, an oversized black coat draped over his frame.

His baggy blue jeans hang loose, a chain glinting in the sunlight with every step he takes. His usual five piercings catch the light, the small silver hoops and studs adding a subtle edge to his appearance.

A knitted cat ear beanie, deep violet and snug on his head, is the most telling feature, Eri’s handiwork, a gift she had made with care. His nails are still painted black, remnants of the day Asuna had experimented with new colors on him. Around his neck is a thick flannel scarf, a mismatch against his typically coordinated outfits.

You recognize it instantly—it’s the one you gave him, a rare splash of warmth in his otherwise dark wardrobe.

Katsuki’s gaze shifts from Shinsou’s nonchalant figure to his hands, his grip on your sleeve tightening slightly. 

"What’s behind yer back?" Katsuki asks, his tone guarded, suspicious.

Shinsou’s smirk widens as he pulls his arms from behind him, revealing a bouquet of flowers.

The assortment of blooms is vibrant, the colors rich and varied, a stark contrast to the muted tones of his attire. He holds them out to you with a small flourish, his eyes meeting yours with a twinkle of amusement.

"For you," he says simply, the words carrying an unexpected weight.

You stare at the bouquet, momentarily taken aback. 

The tension that had been suffocating moments before dissipates slightly, replaced by a confusing mix of emotions. Around you, the park continues in its lively rhythm—children’s laughter echoes from the playground, joggers pass by with the rhythmic thud of their feet against the path, and the rustling of leaves provides a soothing backdrop.

You take the bouquet, fingers brushing against Shinsou’s as you do. 

"Thank you," you say softly, the gesture both surprising and comforting.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow slightly, watching the exchange with a mixture of curiosity and judgement, something he can’t quite place or doesn’t want to acknowledge.

Asuna, still hidden above in the branches, watches the scene unfold with wide eyes, her breath caught in her throat. Eri urges her again, a silent reminder to stay still, though her own curiosity is piqued by the unexpected appearance of Shinsou and the bouquet.

The wind picks up again, carrying the scent of the flowers between you, a brief pause in the whirlwind of emotions swirling around. And in that moment, with Shinsou standing cool and confident, Katsuki bristling with unspoken questions, and you holding the bouquet in your hands, the delicate balance between the past and present teeters, waiting to tip one way or the other.

Katsuki's jaw tightened, his grip on your sleeve loosening only to clench his fists at his sides. His voice, usually controlled despite its rough edges, began to rise.

"So, what? You just happen to be around, playing delivery boy? You always this much of a pain in the ass, or is today special?"

Shinsou’s smirk widened, his expression one of pure amusement. 

"Relax, Bakugou. Not everything's about you," he said smoothly, his eyes flicking lazily over to you and back to Katsuki. 

"But hey, if you want to make it about you, by all means, be my guest."

Katsuki’s face reddened, the vein in his temple visibly pulsing.

"Ya think this shit is funny?" His voice was low, dangerous, every word a growl. "You don’t know when to shut yer fucking mouth, do ya?"

Shinsou shrugged, nonchalant. "Only when it’s worth shutting up for. And right now? Not really seeing the point." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a mocking whisper. 

"Still the same, huh? Sixteen-year-old with anger issues cosplaying as a hero."

Katsuki’s teeth ground together audibly, and before you could intervene, his body tensed, his stance shifting forward. 

"You wanna do this right here? Or ya wanna take this somewhere else?" he snapped, eyes blazing with the intensity of an imminent explosion.

"Stop it!" you shouted, stepping between them, but neither seemed to hear you, their gazes locked in a deadly stand-off.

Just as you prepared to use your quirk to separate them, your phone buzzed in your pocket, the vibration jolting you slightly. You stepped back, pulling it out and glancing at the screen—Rumi’s contact flashing in bold letters. With a frustrated sigh, you answered, retreating a few more steps to hear her over the escalating tension.

"Hey," Rumi’s voice came through, sharp but concerned. "Everything okay?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but above you, Asuna leaned in closer, trying to catch every word of the brewing argument below. Eri’s panicked voice buzzed through the comm in Asuna’s ear. 

"Rumi already caught me! I can’t stall anymore! Dad’s calling!" Eri’s whisper was frantic, almost shaking with nerves.

"Asuna?" you muttered under your breath, your heart sinking further. Meanwhile, Rumi’s voice grew more insistent. "What’s going on? Is Asuna with you?"

"No, she’s—" your words cut off as you saw Katsuki finally snap.

"Go fuck yourself, Shinsou."

Katsuki spat, stepping forward, fists ready to fly. Hitsohi, for his part, only raised an eyebrow, the smirk on his face never faltering. 

"Touched a nerve, did I?" he drawled, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. "You’ve got a lot of sensitivity left for someone who’s supposed to be a pro, Bakugou."

Before the situation could spiral any further, two figures sprinted into view—

Kirishima, his broad frame instantly recognizable, and Mina, her pink hair flying wildly as she ran.

"Whoa, whoa! Cool it, guys!" Kirishima shouted, inserting himself between Katsuki and Shinsou, his hands up in a placating gesture. 

"What’s going on here?"

Mina grabbed Shinsou by the arm, pulling him back with surprising strength. "Seriously, chill out! What are you, five?" she chided, though her voice was more concerned than scolding.

Katsuki did NOT want to fucking see Mina right now.

As the tension began to wane under their intervention, another figure appeared—

Rumi. 

Sprinting toward you all, her expression set in grim determination. Slung over her shoulder, Eri clung tightly, her wide eyes darting between the adults in panic. Rumi skidded to a halt, setting Eri down gently before straightening. 

"Glad everyone’s here," she panted, though her tone was far from relieved.

"Why?" Katsuki asked, his brows knitting together in confusion.

"Asuna’s missing." 

The words hit like a bomb, the weight of them sinking into the air around you all.

You felt your legs weaken as the color drained from your face. Tears welled up in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks before you could even register or stop the motion. Frantically, your fingers fumbled with the phone in your hand, the one linked to Asuna’s tracker. But as you accessed the interface, a cold realization hit you—it wasn’t responding. 

The tracker wasn’t on her. 

It was on you.

"No... no , no , no ," you whispered, panic clawing at your chest.

Katsuki and Shinsou froze, the gravity of Rumi’s words pulling them out of their animosity. Both of their faces paled, their expressions shifting from anger to pure, unadulterated fear.

"Asuna’s missing?" Katsuki’s voice was strained, his eyes wide with horror.

Shinsou’s usually calm demeanor cracked, a flicker of panic crossing his features. 

"What do you mean, missing?" he demanded, stepping forward.

“I mean I haven’t seen the kid in over two hours and she isn’t picking up her damn phone!”

Everyone else seemed to fade into the background as the realization hit home. 

The park, once bustling with life, now felt eerily quiet, the distant sounds of city life drowned out by the pounding of your heart. For a moment, time stood still, the weight of Asuna’s absence pressing down on all of you like a suffocating blanket.

Your chest tightened, each breath shallower than the last as your mind raced, thoughts spiraling into a storm of fear and self-recrimination. 

The hug —The way Asuna had clung to you before you left. 

Her smile —So carefree as she sprinted past the gates and into the building. 

The unfinished conversation about her father lingered in your mind like a haunting echo. 

Was that the last time you would see her?  

The thought sent a fresh wave of nausea surging through you.

‘Is this happening because of me? ’

The question tore at your heart. Your failures as a mother loomed large, every small misstep now magnified into catastrophic proportions. Her asthma. She hadn’t had an attack in months, but that didn’t mean she was safe. You knew how suddenly it could strike, how it could rob her of air when she needed it most. 

What if she was alone?

Your fingers moved on autopilot, logging into the location app on your phone and inputting her information with trembling hands. The voices around you blurred into a cacophony of panic—Rumi's sharp questions directed at Eri, whose face turned a deep crimson as she stammered under the pressure.

"I-I don't know where she is! She was here, and then she—"

Aizawa’s voice, usually so composed, crackled through the phone with uncharacteristic urgency. 

"Eri, stay calm. Where was the last place you saw her?"

Shinsou pulled out his phone, flipping through it rapidly. "She dropped her location to me, but..." He cursed under his breath. 

"It’s expired."

Kirishima waved down a local officer, trying to explain the situation with gestures that grew increasingly frantic. Mina, tears brimming in her eyes, kept trying Asuna’s phone, her voice cracking as she spoke into the receiver. 

"Pick up... please, just pick up!"

This was all too much.  

The noise, the panic, the memories. The time a villain had followed Asuna home, how her quirk malfunctioning had inadvertently saved her life.

‘Could that have happened again?’ 

The idea wrapped around your heart like a vice, squeezing until the world around you began to blur.

Would you ever see her safe and sound again? 

Or was this the beginning of a nightmare that would end with another funeral?

Yesterday, you buried the woman that raised you.

Would you have to bury your daughter now too?

"Fuck no."

You couldn’t hear anyone, couldn’t focus on anything except the paralyzing fear in your chest. Your vision tunneled, the edges fading to black, until Katsuki’s voice cut through the haze, rough and commanding.

“Hey! Look at me!” His hands gripped your shoulders firmly but not harshly. “Breathe. In... and out.” His voice softened slightly, the anger in it replaced by something steadier, almost gentle. “You’ve got this. Come on, do the shitty exercises.”

Mechanically, you followed his lead, your breaths syncing with his as he guided you through the familiar routine. Your mind was still a blur, but you clung to the rhythm, your fingers continuing to work on bypassing the security on Asuna’s phone.

“I promise you,” Katsuki said, his voice low, steady.

“We’re going to find her. I swear it.”

You felt his hands—warm but not burning—gently holding your wrists, pulling them up in front of you. “Look at me. We’re gonna do this together, alright?” His voice was calm yet firm, cutting through the fog in your mind, pulling you back just a little.

His red eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you were transfixed. You could see the determination there, the desperation beneath it all. He was trying. He was really trying.

For you.

“Come on,” he said, his voice softer now, more controlled. “I know it’s shit right now, but you’ve gotta breathe through it. You’re not alone, got it?” His thumbs rubbed light circles against your palms, grounding you. “You’re pissed, you’re hurt, and that’s fine. You get to feel that way. Just don’t hurt yourself because of this.”

The validation in his words hit you like a wave. Your chest tightened, your breaths still coming too fast, too shallow. The fire inside you flickered more violently, and you pulled your burning hands away from him, almost like they’d scalded you.

“I can’t—” you gasped, your voice cracking.

“I can’t stop it, Katsuki. It’s… I need to find her.”

You stumbled back a few steps, the air rushing into your lungs in desperate, greedy gulps. It felt like you couldn’t get enough, like no matter how hard you tried to breathe, it’d never be enough. The world around you was spinning, and you were crumbling.

Katsuki didn’t say anything at first.

He just watched you for a moment, his jaw tightening as he saw you fall apart in front of him. His fingers twitched at his sides, wanting to grab you, to pull you close, but he held back. He knew you didn’t want to be touched right now.

So instead, he lowered himself to better see you, hands sitting on his knees just two steps away.

Fuck anyone who thought he looked silly.

He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence, but he gave you space. His breathing remained steady, deep and calm, like he was trying to show you that you were okay.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly, his voice low, almost a whisper.

“You hear me? I’m not leaving you to figure this shit out on your own.”

You didn’t respond, your body still tensed up, shaking. You could feel the cold of the winter air seeping into your skin, but it was like your quirk was fighting back against it, flames sparking and sputtering under the surface. You were torn between the cold and the heat, between your need to feel control and your fear that you’d lose your daughter again.

“I know it feels like everything’s closing in on you,” Katsuki continued, his voice steady and unwavering, ���but you’ve gotta fight it. And I know you can.” There was a pause, the wind howling around the two of you as the park buzzed faintly in the distance.

“You’re going to find her. I’m not letting you hurt yourself because of some stupid voice in yer head. Not again.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, with commitment. He wasn’t going to let you spiral, wasn’t going to let you fall into that darkness again. You could hear the unspoken worry in his voice, the fear that you might break yourself trying to fight through this.

You swallowed hard, your dry throat burning with the effort. The cold air felt sharp as it scraped through your lungs, and for a second, it felt like you might shatter. You wanted to scream, to cry, to let it all out, but instead, you just stood up taller, pressing one hand to your chest as you punched commands to the phone.

Katsuki shifted beside you, and you could feel him there, like a steady presence keeping you tethered. He wasn’t leaving. He wasn’t running from the mess, from the fire.

Your fire.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” he admitted quietly, his voice soft but firm. “But I’m here. And you’re gonna be okay.”

He didn’t touch you, didn’t force you to move. He just squats there with you, his presence solid and unyielding, waiting for you to breathe, to come back to yourself.

Mechanically, you begin to follow his lead, your breaths syncing with his as he guides you through the familiar routine. Your mind was still a blur, but you clung to the rhythm, your fingers continuing to work on bypassing the security on Asuna’s phone.

"I promise you," Katsuki said, his voice low, steady. 

"We’re going to find her. I swear it."

He takes Hitoshi's flowers from your hands, carefully tucking them into his bookbag before stepping back. Your phone dinged, and your heart lurched as you read the notification: 

Her coordinates.

No sooner than the location hit your phone did Aizawa arrived, running up as Kirishima waved him over. Shinsou was showing pictures of Asuna to the officer, flipping between his wallet and phone, his normally stoic face etched with worry.

"She’s... right here?" you whispered, your voice shaking as you stared at the screen. 

"Her phone is here!"

Everyone looked around, scanning the area with wide, desperate eyes. But there was nothing. 

No sign of Asuna. 

The realization hit you like a physical blow, and the scream that tore from your throat was raw, born of fear and frustration. Stomping forward you looked out into the field of flowers and the ice skating rink before your eyes confirmed it, she isn't here.

You kick a nearby tree, the impact sends a shock through your leg, but it doesn't matter. The pain was a welcome distraction from the chaos in your soul. 

Katsuki makes the others stand back from you, as remnants of your quirk kicked up and your lava began to burn away the base of the tree, socks and boots also melting away with your right foot now exposed and smoking with a foul order entering the air that reflected how nasty you felt inside. 

What you felt fall onto your scalp, however, made you freeze. Your breath hitched as you looked down and let it all into your hand. 

A sugar-coated almond?

Your heart thudded in your chest as your mind raced. 

Asuna’s favorite snack.

Before you could fully process it, a blur of movement in the tree above caught your eye.

Something, or someone, came crashing down, colliding directly with Katsuki.

He stumbled back, hands instinctively going up to catch the figure that had fallen from the branches. Relief and panic warred within you as you watched Katsuki grip her shoulders, holding her steady. Her face was flushed, her breath coming in short gasps, but she was there—

Alive . 

"Asuna!"

Everyone surged forward, voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of concern and relief. Asuna hunches in the center, a mix of confusion and exhaustion etched into her face. Leaves and twigs stick out of her braids, tangled with the soft fabric of her scarf. Her wide, shell-shocked eyes darted from one person to the next, unable to process the barrage of questions.

"Asuna, what happened?" Hitoshi's voice was the first to cut through the din, calm but edged with urgency. His hand hovered near her shoulder, hesitant yet ready to steady her if she faltered.

Before she could respond, Katsuki stepped in, wrapping an arm around both you and Asuna, his protective instincts kicking in. 

"Back off!" he barked, voice sharp as he sensed her growing distress. But even as he spoke, the groaning sound of the tree behind you reached a breaking point.

The tree, unable to withstand the force of your kick and the intense heat from your quirk’s sudden activation, began to give way. Smoke curled from the blackened bark, the air heavy with the scent of scorched wood.

"Move!" Katsuki’s arm tightened around you both, and with a swift, practiced motion, he propelled all three of you backwards as the tree collapsed with a deafening crash. Sparks flew as the ground trembled beneath the impact, sending people scrambling back with screams of terror, the scene descending into chaos as onlookers assumed the worst—

A villain attack.

Your breathing hitched, panic threatening to overwhelm you again. The crowd’s shouts blurred into a haze, their thoughts spiraling into worst-case scenarios. 

Just as the panic reached its peak, Asuna wobbled up onto her knees, hands trembling as she raised them. A shimmering barrier of energy flickered to life around the smoldering remains of the tree.

The glowing shield expanded, encasing the flames and heat, creating a makeshift box around the burning debris. Her face contorted in concentration, her body visibly trembling as she compressed the energy, the barrier shrinking tighter and tighter until the tree was reduced to nothing but a smoldering patch of grass, too hot to touch or even approach.

The tension in your chest eased just a fraction as Katsuki helped you both to your feet. His eyes, usually filled with a spark of defiance, were softened now, filled with a mixture of worry and relief as he steadied Asuna. Hitoshi appeared beside you, his brows knitted together as he reached out to offer support, his hand briefly brushing yours in reassurance.

"Asuna, what happened?" you asked, voice shaky but determined. You had to understand  what had led to this moment.

She opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat. The crowd pressed closer again, their concerned faces creating a wall of noise and questions that threatened to suffocate her. Her breathing quickened, her hands clenching at her sides as she struggled to form a coherent sentence.

"Give her some space!" Katsuki's voice boomed, his towering presence helping to create a barrier between Asuna and the pressing throng. His arms spread wide as he urged the others to step back, his own face set in a mask of calm determination despite the chaos around him. 

Asuna tries to exhale, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but the smoke from the burning tree had already infiltrated her lungs. Her breaths become shallow, wheezing gasps, each one a struggle. She presses a hand to her chest, panic evident in her eyes.

"Asuna!" you called, your voice cracking. "Your inhaler—"

Eri, wide-eyed but quick to react, fumbled in her coat pockets before pulling out the small device. She threw it to Katsuki, who caught it in a swift motion and handed it to you. You knelt in front of Asuna, your hands steady despite the turmoil in your heart, pressing the inhaler to her lips.

"Two pumps," you whispered, your voice soothing. "Breathe out."

Asuna obeyed, taking two short bursts before inhaling deeply. She coughed, the harsh sound reverberating through the clearing, her body wracked with the effort. But slowly, her breathing began to even out, the color returning to her cheeks as the medicine worked its way through her system.

Inside, though, Asuna was still spiraling. 

The sheer number of people surrounding her, the guilt of what she had put you through—it all pressed down on her, threatening to consume her. Her hands trembled as she reached out, clutching your arm as if anchoring herself to reality.

"I’m sorry," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"I didn’t mean to... I didn’t know..."

Your heart ached at the sight of her struggling, the weight of her panic and guilt mirrored in her tear-filled eyes. You pulled her into a tight embrace, whispering soothing words as you rubbed circles on her back.

"Why are you sorry?" you murmured, voice steady despite the turmoil in your heart. "You’re safe now. That’s all that matters."

Around you, the others stood in a protective semi-circle, their expressions a mix of relief and lingering concern. 

Shinsou’s gaze remained on Asuna, his usual stoicism tempered with a softness that hinted at his own worry. Rumi and Kirishima kept the crowd at bay, his reassuring smile doing its best to calm the onlookers.

Mina, tears still glistening in her eyes, hovered nearby, her phone in hand, ready to call for help if needed. Asuna’s breathing continued to slow, her grip on you loosening as the tension in her body began to ease. She was still shaken, the adrenaline crash leaving her drained, but the worst was over.

For now.

The air around you felt suffocating, thick with the weight of the moment as everything seemed to slow to a crawl. 

Asuna’s trembling hand reached out, seeking comfort, and Hitoshi was quick to respond, his own hand steady as he took hers. His voice, quiet and steady, began to hum—a familiar melody meant to soothe her in the way he had done so many times before. The hum reverberated through her, and she tried, desperately, to breathe deeply like the doctors had taught her all those years ago.

But despite her best efforts, the panic didn't subside.

Her chest constricted with each breath, a reminder of how her quirk had taken control of the situation, spiraling out of her grasp. And under the surface, guilt gnawed at her. 'I  should have just trusted you ,' she thought. Should’ve waited to have this conversation with you. But it was too late now, and the reality of the moment crashed into her. 

She had put you through this— again .

Tears fell silently from her eyes as she thought of how badly she had fucked up, the emotional dam that had been holding back the tears finally breaking under the weight of everything. You were there, kneeling in front of her, picking out twigs and leaves from her hair, your fingers trembling as they gently brushed through the strands. 

You don't notice the tears falling from your own eyes, the guilt of what had just happened rushing in like a tide. Your heart twist's with the thought that your quirk had been the catalyst for all this, had triggered Asuna’s asthma and sent her into a panic. And you couldn’t help but think that maybe if you’d just controlled it better, if you had been more careful with your emotions, none of this would have happened.

'If you had done things ‘right’ this wouldn’t have happened.'

Asuna’s tears flowed harder as she caught sight of you crying. 

Her mother, the woman who had always been the strong one, the one who kept everything together—

Was breaking down in front of her. 

It only made her cry harder. Her chest tightened, her panic deepening. The guilt, the feeling of failure, overwhelmed her, and the tears wouldn’t stop.

Katsuki, who had been squatting a little to the side, looking like he was ready to pop off at any moment, felt the shift in the air. He turned to Asuna, who was gripping your arm tightly, and her desperate, tear-filled gaze caught his. 

It was a look he couldn’t ignore. 

One that made his hatred and jealousy falter.

Katsuki knelt down beside you both, and without a word, he reached for Asuna’s hand. His warmth wrapped around both you and her, pulling you closer together. He wouldn’t leave—not now, not when she needed him, not when you both needed him. He wasn't about to abandon anyone, especially not Asuna.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured under his breath, his words directed at both of you. “Your mama’s gotcha.”

Asuna’s breath hitched at his words. It was the warmth of his touch , his presence, that helped her hold it together, even as the world seemed to be falling apart around her. 

She didn’t want him to leave, didn’t want anyone to leave. Her hands squeezed his, grounding her in the moment. The last thing she needed was to be left alone.

Asuna felt herself losing control again, tears blurring her vision as she caught sight of you crying. It made her heart break all over again. You were always so strong for her, always taking the weight of the world onto your shoulders. 

Now, to see you so vulnerable—so fragile—was a reminder of just how much pressure she had been putting on you.

And then it all came crashing down

The complete realization that she had just put you through all of this—put everyone through this.

Her chest tightened again, and she could barely breathe. Her impulse, usually something she could control, had spiraled out of control, and in that moment, she felt more alone than ever. 

Just then, you felt a gentle squeeze on your wrist, and you turned to find Hitoshi looking at you, his eyes wet with concern. He had seen this before, the aftermath of asthma-related incidents, the fear in Asuna’s eyes, the way it caused her body to tremble.

But this time felt different. The fear was heavier. He hummed again, his voice quieter this time, almost a whisper meant for Asuna’s broken heart.

And then Katsuki’s phone buzzed in his pocket. His face hardened, and he stood, shaking his head as he pulled it out. “I'm calling for help,” he said, his voice strained but still determined. But as he moved to go, Asuna’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist with more strength than she thought she had left. Katsuki hesitated, and then, without a word, he dropped to his knees again, staying by her side. 

She needed him.

And Katsuki knew there was no place he’d rather be.

The chaos of the moment didn’t relent. 

Rumi’s voice could be heard, arguing with an officer in the background. Aizawa, his usually calm demeanor turning more intense, joined in, his voice sharp as he tried to de-escalate the situation. The officer was insistent, asking if you had a heat-related quirk.

When you nodded, your heart skipped a beat. Before you could react, the officer’s voice shot out, demanding you turn around and place your hands behind your back. Your eyes widened, and the pit in your stomach dropped. 

You didn’t understand.

This was a mistake, wasn’t it? 

A quirk accident—nothing more, nothing less. You hadn’t meant for any of this to happen.

But the officer’s words cut through you. 

“Heroes are not above the law,” he said, his voice firm. “You’ve endangered innocent civilians. Damaged city property. Caused a public stir. And as for that little stunt with the tree? It’s technically theft— not including using a quirk without a license to do so.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you stepped in front of Asuna, your body instinctively moving to protect her. Your quirk flared, heat radiating off you, but it wasn’t enough to stop the officer’s advance. 

Your heart pounded as you glared at him, standing firm between him and your daughter.

Rumi stepped forward, her usual playful attitude long gone, replaced by a fire in her eyes. “You’re gonna arrest her for this? Go catch real criminals, you piece of shit!” she shouted, her voice cold with anger, but her stance firm, ready to defend you. Aizawa sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “This isn’t the time,” he muttered.

But you were frozen. 

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—this wasn’t just about a quirk accident anymore.

This was about the fact that you were a foreigner.

A top hero in Japan, yes, but still an outsider in many’s eyes.

You had heard the whispers recently, stories of non-Japanese heroes being falsely arrested on fabricated charges.  It had been a constant topic on the news before your nation wide blackout shifted the focus elsewhere. 

You understood, to an extent, how foreigners could stand out in a different country. But you were still a dual citizen. You had a right to be here, and there was a proper, legal way to handle situations like this. The thought that something as simple as your nationality could be twisted into a weapon was a bitter pill to swallow.

And the worst part? 

Asuna was caught right in the middle of it.

Your daughter. 

You heard Asuna’s soft gasp behind you, and when you turned, her eyes were wide, clear—but terrified . She wasn’t breathing. Not from the asthma attack this time. But from the crushing weight of fear that had settled into her chest.

Her voice, barely a whisper, shattered the air. “ Mom… don’t… please… ”

Her words, heavy with panic and guilt, hit you harder than any blow ever could. Her quirk had solved this, but she didn’t deserve to be the one paying for it.  Anger wells up inside as you turn back to face the officer. You could feel your quirk itching at the edge of your control, threatening to ignite again, but you pushed it down.

For Asuna.

For your family.

You couldn’t afford to lose yourself now. But as the officer’s hand reached out, you knew one thing with absolute certainty- 

No matter what happens, you won’t let anything happen to Asuna.

The tension in the air was palpable, as though everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to shift. Aizawa stepped forward, his usually calm and collected demeanor now tinged with the unmistakable edge of danger. 

He positioned himself firmly between you and the officer, his body language saying everything that words couldn’t quite convey. He wasn’t going to let this go any further.

Not while you were in the line of fire, not while Asuna was still struggling to breathe, and not while his daughter and students were gathered around, watching in various states of tension and concern.

His voice, when it came, was low and dangerous, but underneath it, there was the unmistakable undertone of diplomacy.

“Back off, officer,” he said. “This isn’t your protocol and you know it.”

The words were smooth, yet there was an edge. A promise of consequences should this situation escalate any further.

Just then, you felt a warm, heavy presence behind you, and without having to turn around, you knew Katsuki was there. His energy, always a little soothing, became an anchor for you in that chaotic moment.

You look back to Asuna and Hitoshi, and you could hear him mumbling under his breath, words flowing together too quickly to catch. His quirk, always a little more covert and subtle, worked its magic on the officer in an instant.

The officer’s gaze went blank, his stance shifting from firm to oddly compliant, as if his mind had been wiped clean. 

He blinked rapidly, as though trying to shake off a sudden fog. The change was subtle, but it didn’t take long for Hitoshi’s effect to take hold fully. The officer, now under his control, was completely unaware of what was happening around him.

Rumi, ever quick on her feet, didn’t hesitate for a second. 

She moved swiftly to the officer’s body camera, and with a practiced flick, she ripped it off his uniform. In a blink, the camera was open, and she was extracting the chip with a smooth motion, sliding it into her pocket before anyone could react. 

Then, she handed it over to Katsuki, who didn’t waste a second. With a barely contained smirk, he took the chip from her, and in a single motion, he detonated it, causing a small but satisfying explosion that sent the device into smithereens.

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched the officer’s confusion grow. 

His eyes, now vacant of any understanding, drifted over the scene before him, as though he was seeing everything for the first time, trying to piece it all together. And in that moment, Hitoshi continued to work, murmuring low, steady words into the officer’s mind, keeping him in a state of compliance.

It wasn’t long before the officer’s eyes flickered with a mild disorientation, as if he was waking up from a trance. And then, with a quiet groan, he blinked a few more times, trying to orient himself. 

“Where... where am I?” His voice was thick, as though he had just woken from a deep sleep.

Everyone else seemed to simultaneously shift into action, a sort of tactical calm falling over the group as they began to speak with unsettling sweetness. Aizawa’s voice was the first to cut through the silence, his tone almost tender, though there was still an underlying firmness. 

“It’s just that time of year, officer. You know how it is,” he said, offering a calm smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Pro Hero Obsidian here accidentally sneezed so hard that her quirk activated, and well... let’s just say the tree didn’t stand a chance.”

The officer’s confused gaze traveled to you, as though trying to decipher the explanation.

His brow furrowed, but the words seemed to sink in, albeit slowly. He looked around at the remnants of the tree, the scorched earth, and the oddness of it all, still trying to piece together what had just occurred. His hand wandered to his vest, patting himself down as if looking for answers.

But they were gone. His body camera, his grasp on the situation—everything had slipped from his mind in the haze of confusion Hitoshi had woven around him. 

You took a deep breath, careful not to let your quirk flare up again as you approached him, offering the most sincere smile you could manage under the circumstances.

“I really do appreciate your quick response, officer. Honestly, it’s amazing how fast you were able to rip the body cam off when it caught fire.” You let out a short, apologetic chuckle, trying to ease the tension.

“Quirk’s are a bit unpredictable this time of the year, you know?”

The officer looked at you, his expression shifting from confusion to something resembling disgust. He nodded stiffly, clearly uncomfortable, though he was no longer quite as combative as he had been moments ago. 

“Glad to help ,” he muttered, still patting himself down, though he couldn’t seem to find a clear explanation for what had just occurred.

“Well, I’m sorry again about the allergies,” you continued, trying to keep the situation light. 

The officer gave a curt nod, though it didn’t reach his eyes, and then he asked, almost absently, 

“Can I see your license for the incident report?”

Katsuki, who had been watching everything unfold with his usual intensity, stepped forward and reached into his jacket pocket. Without hesitation, he pulled out his business card, slapping it into the palm of the officer. 

“Here. Should clear everything up.” His voice was cool, nonchalant, as if this was just another day for him. 

“Good rest of your day, officer.”

The officer took the card, his hand shaking slightly, though he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gave a nod and shuffled off, still visibly bewildered, as though everything he had just experienced didn’t make sense, and he wasn’t sure how to process it.

As soon as he was out of sight, you let out a long, shaky breath, feeling the tension in your body finally begin to ease. But just as you were about to relax, Aizawa and Mina closed in on you, both of them wrapping you in a hug.

The warmth of their embrace grounded you, and for a moment, everything felt safe again. You rested your head against Aizawa’s shoulder, letting the stress of the situation melt away, at least for now.

Katsuki, still standing nearby, caught Kirishima’s eye, who was now nudging him lightly. “What just happened?” Kirishima asked, his voice laced with curiosity and concern. He was mostly oblivious to understanding what had just gone down. Katsuki’s gaze flickered toward the retreating officer and then back to his friend. “You don’t wanna know,” he said with a sharp look.

“But it’s all good now.”

Meanwhile, Eri had knelt down next to Asuna, who was still visibly shaken, but she had stopped crying. Hitoshi’s humming continued, soft and soothing, the rhythm lulling Asuna into a more stable state of mind. Eri reached out, her hand gently resting on Asuna’s shoulder, offering her support as her wide, empathetic eyes softened.

And in the background, Rumi, having finished trailing the officer at a distance, was about to take off after him when Aizawa pulled her back with a tug of his scarf, bringing her back into the fold of the hug with a force that was almost comforting. Rumi didn’t resist, leaning into the embrace and sharing a brief, unspoken moment of relief with the group.

The scene quieted, and everything seemed to settle into place. 

Even though the tension had been so thick just moments ago, there was a peace that now lingered. No one had been badly hurt, and the crisis had been averted, even if the situation had gotten far too close to the edge for comfort.

You couldn’t help but feel immense gratitude for the team of people who had circled around you, protecting you and Asuna, keeping you both safe.

For a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered.

Until the distant sound of sirens grew louder, and you felt a sudden jolt of panic hit your chest.

The calm of the moment was quickly overtaken by the flashing lights of an approaching ambulance. 

You barely had time to react before you heard your name being called—sharp, urgent, and cutting through the chaos. You turned to see Elle, your manager, rushing towards you with her usual grace replaced by frantic energy.

She moved with a wild sort of urgency, her high heels tapping sharply against the pavement as she approached. Her face was a mix of concern and confusion, and you couldn’t help but notice how completely disheveled she looked.

Her perfectly put-together business attire, which always screamed efficiency, was now a far cry from its usual polished perfection. Her white blouse was stained with something—coffee or maybe even chocolate, you couldn’t tell—and her black suit was wrinkled and creased from the chaos that had unfolded. 

The flats she wore, which were stylish yet surprisingly comfortable, looked more like slippers than anything suited for a high-stress moment like this. But her hair, once so neatly styled, was now messy, strands of it falling out of its usual neat bun, giving her a wild appearance.

She dropped her briefcase with a loud thud at her feet, and without skipping a beat, she reached for your hands, her fingers shaking slightly. “Is Asuna okay?” Elle’s voice was sharp, but there was a hint of something more at hand. She had clearly been thrown off balance by whatever news had reached her inbox, and now she was here, trying to make sense of the madness that surrounded you both. 

"She, wait, what are you doing here?!"

“I traced your location after something popped up in my inbox,” she explained, her words spilling out in a rush as she tried to catch her breath.

“Also... about Asuna. And the judge ruling over Rita’s estate. But I need to know what’s happening.”

You barely had time to process the words when you felt your pulse quicken. 

You squeezed her hands and gave her a brief, reassuring nod, though the anxiety was building in your chest. “We’ll talk about it in the waiting room,” you said quickly, though your eyes were still darting over to Asuna, who was now being carefully helped onto the gurney by Hitoshi and Katsuki.

Eri stood next to them, holding Asuna’s hand, her face filled with a mixture of worry and determination as she tried to keep her composure for the younger girl.

You were moving before you realized it, rushing toward Asuna and the EMTs, your heart pounding as you made your way through the crowd. But before you could reach them, one of the paramedics stopped you. His hand shot out, trying to block your path.

“You can’t get in the ambulance,” he said sternly, his tone firm but not unkind.

Your chest tightened, and before you even had time to think, the words rushed out of your mouth. 

“I am her mother!” you snapped, the instinct to protect Asuna overwhelming your thoughts. The paramedic froze for a moment, his eyes flickering with a brief moment of hesitation before he took a step back.

Without saying another word, he allowed you to slip past him, Elle following closely behind, her heels clicking against the pavement with an urgency that matched your own.

You jumped into the back of the ambulance, quickly moving to stand next to Asuna on the gurney, your hand gently brushing against hers as you leaned in. Elle settled beside you, her presence comforting you as the doors slammed shut.

The EMTs were already beginning to prepare for transport, and you could hear them talking quietly to each other, their voices a mix of professional calm and worry as you all drove off.

At the park, the scene was slowly beginning to calm down. 

“I’m clocking out for the rest of the day!” Mina declared, her voice cutting through the lingering bustle. The park was mostly empty now, the earlier crowd having dispersed after the commotion. The once vibrant green space now felt eerily quiet, the faint rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic the only sounds filling the void.

Katsuki shot her a hard side-eye but remained silent.

His gaze shifted back to the patch of melted grass, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he scooped up your forgotten backpack, slinging it over his shoulder with practiced ease.

“I got it,” he muttered to Kirishima, his voice low but resolute. “Cover for me.” The words came without hesitation, his focus already shifting toward the next task. Mina, who had been mid-step, paused, her brow furrowing as she processed his abruptness. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped when Hitoshi’s voice broke through, tinged with mild irritation.

“I drove here,” Hitoshi offered, his eyes on Katsuki. “You can ride with me if you want. But I’m leaving now.” His tone was calm, but the underlying urgency was clear.

He wasn’t waiting.

Katsuki was about to respond when Aizawa’s voice cut through the stillness, calm yet authoritative.

“Everyone needs to get back to work,” he said, his eyes softening slightly as they landed on Mina. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but you need to clock back in.” His tone was gentle, offering a quiet reassurance amid the residual chaos.

Rumi, ever the dependable presence, stepped forward with a warm smile. “I’ll finish the rest of her shift with you, Pinky,” she said with confidence, her upbeat nature shining through despite the tension. Mina nodded, her expression softening as she quickly made the necessary call to your agency, ensuring everything was handled.

Aizawa’s calm voice continued, directing the group with steady authority. “Go home and get some rest before tonight’s shift.” Hitoshi nodded silently, his gaze lingering on Katsuki for a moment before he turned and walked away, his hands buried in his jacket pockets. Aizawa shifted his attention to Kirishima. “Finish patrol, yeah?”

“You got it, Teach!” Kirishima responded with his usual enthusiasm, giving a hearty thumbs up. With that, the group began to settle into their new routines. The park, once filled with chaos, was now quiet, the paramedics long gone, leaving behind only the weight of what had transpired.

“Bakugou, you can ride with me,” Aizawa said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Katsuki glanced at him, the tension still palpable in his stance. “When did you become my old hag?” he muttered, his annoyance evident. But he didn’t protest. He knew better. Aizawa, unfazed by the comment, remained neutral. “Come on,” he said, already walking away.

Katsuki sighed, his irritation clear, but he followed. He was sick of the park anyway. As they approached a minivan parked nearby, Katsuki’s face twisted in confusion, then disbelief. The vehicle, adorned with a rearview mirror stick of a black and white cat and about twenty smaller cat stickers on the other side, was a far cry from what he expected.

“This is your ride?” Katsuki asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Aizawa, ever unbothered, shrugged. “You’ll get used to it.” He slid the door open, and with a resigned huff, Katsuki climbed in after him, the door shutting behind them, leaving the park and its now quiet solitude behind.

They drove in silence, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying them as the city center gradually faded into the distance. Katsuki stared out the window, watching the buildings blur together, the vibrant heart of the city giving way to quieter, more subdued streets. The sky above mirrored his mood, a blanket of grey stretching endlessly, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Still no snow.

Aizawa, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, finally broke the silence. His voice was calm, steady, yet it carried a weight that Katsuki couldn't ignore.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

Katsuki’s gaze shifted from the window to the dimming cityscape, the question hanging in the air between them. For a while, he didn’t respond, his eyes following the endless stretch of the grey sky before turning back to his old teacher.

“No.”

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[seventh-district]

it’s the last Sunday before Sunday’s banner ends so i suppose it’s about time for me to finally boot up HSR and pull him home… wish me luck

[monsterbroth]

i woke up early today and am way too energised my brain is like spilling in circles but I still have not the right energy to be coherent or focus on actually doing anything with it

[imfromsixam]

My Dream Teen Sleepover (CC Pack for The Sims 4)

It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to dive back into creating something special for teens, but I’m thrilled to share that the wait is over! I’m excited to introduce you to the My Dream Teen Sleepover CC Pack, designed to bring the ultimate sleepover experience to your Sims' lives.

This pack is all about capturing the fun and cozy essence of hanging out with friends. Whether it's playing a spin the bottle game (decorative), indulging in makeup or skincare routines, or gossiping about high school, this pack has everything your Sims need to create unforgettable sleepover memories.

Enhance your sleepover scenes with this CC pack that includes 26 items. You’ll find a new vanity with a classic movie star look, plus comfort items like a bed, chair stool, and a sleep mat. For décor, enjoy posters, face sheets, magazines, flower and heart pillows, a polaroid camera, polaroids, a polaroid wall hanger, a skincare kit, a smartphone stand, a spin-the-bottle game, and a wavy mirror.

Don’t forget the electronics with a speaker and three versions of string lights for perfect ambiance. Store your essentials in a dresser and keep surfaces stylish with a night table and tulip night table.

Also, I've always wanted to have floor cushions where my Sims could sit, and thanks to Growing Together, I've been able to use the sleepbag functionality to create them.

Ready to turn your Sims' sleepovers into the ultimate teen hangout? Get Early Access to My Dream Teen Sleepover CC Pack now and start the fun!

Don’t forget to share your sleepover scenes and tag me—I can’t wait to see how your Sims enjoy their dream sleepovers!

About this CC Pack

This CC PACK includes 26 items

Activities: Vanity (Requires Glamorous Vintage SP), Face Sheets (Requires Spa Day GP)

Comfort: Bed, Chair Stool, Flower and Heart Floor Cushion (Requires Growing Together EP), Sleep Mat (Requires Growing Together EP)

Decorative: Posters, Face Sheets, Magazines, Flower and Heart Pillows, Polaroid Camera, Polaroids, Polaroids Wall Hanger, Skincare Kit, Smartphone Stand, Spin Bottle Game, Wavy Mirror

Electronics: Stereo/Speaker

Lighting: String Lights (3 versions)

Storage: Dresser

Surface: Night Table, Tulip Night Table

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[seraphdreams]

GOT MILK? | TOJI FUSHIGURO.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. what happens when you invite an unexpected guest into your home? lucky for you, this one cares about your health!

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. fem!reader / milkman!toji, smut, cliche porn trope, size kink, coercion, food play, a bit prey/predator dynamics, 1950s-esque setting, toji’s huge, unprotected “love-making”, mdni <3.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 3.3k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! it’s been a while, hasn’t it? i’m so so sorry i’ve been away from writing :( but trust me, we’re so back !! this is actually my first full length toji fic n i’m so excited 4 you all to read it . . i wanted to keep it light and cliche for all of our pleasure. this took me about two months to write on n off, but !! if you like this n enjoy it, please comment / reblog ! i’ll make you all a glass of seraph’s special milk, thank u ♡ a big shoutout 2 @gh4ul for beta reading ! i love u so muchie!!

fluorescent shimmers of the setting sun pierced through your living room window, beyond pastel curtains, and onto the curvature of your face as if the sun itself used you like its own canvas while you lounged upon the couch. soft murmurs of whichever television show you had fallen asleep watching hummed within the four thin walls of your flat, creating the perfect ambiance for a peaceful late afternoon nap.

it wasn’t as though you had done much during the day, aside from indulging in your boredom with the mundane baking of cookies, taking two batches to get right, alongside tidying your room.

although currently, you slept soundly in a way that came off as daunting to others; torso clad in a thin tank top paired with little pink shorts that could’ve been mistaken for underwear by any onlooker, with your hand rested just below your abdomen, chest rising and falling in the most harmonious synchronicity.

vulnerable, like prey unknowing of its predator.

fortunately, the neighborhood you resided in was safe. some sweet suburban city where everyone knew each other more than they knew themselves, and the thought of anything being remotely out of place sent residents into a frenzy. it was innocuous to assume that not much out of the ordinary took place. or that was the case, until —

knock, knock.

“delivery for y/n?”

stirring in your sleep, you prayed that the owner of the baritone voice that had woken you up was just some figment of your imagination, some effect of unintended lucid dreaming perhaps. yet, upon blinking open unfocused, bleary eyes, and the loud couplet of knocks on the door following soon after, you were pulled out of dreamland and into the vexing reality.

three more firm knocks paired with a gruff tone calling out flatly, “delivery,” was enough to have your body sashaying involuntarily to your front door.

whoever was outside was insinstently persistent. if they had thought to put even an ounce more strength into those compact knocks, your door would have been long gone by now.

“coming!” the dulcet tone of your voice was riddled with exhaustion and you were unsure if the sound had resonated with the stranger on the other end, your internal query being answered once the relentless abuse of your front door had ceased.

you had ignored the fabric of your meager top, not quite noticing the way the strap so slightly dropped from your shoulder, leaving such a beautiful expanse of skin exposed to, and for, anyone. swiftly, you had opened the door for your unexpected visitor.

there, stood some dark haired man, taller and bigger than any other man you’ve known in the neighborhood. he must have had to be over 6’0, with a stature so broad, chiseling muscles barely hidden underneath the thin fabric of his uniform. his white hat tilted upward, and as your eyes descended, you caught his matching suit worn just a bit too taut. it was as if the first two buttons of his shirt were hanging on for dear life to cover what massive mounds his chest was. not to mention, how his thighs were close to breaking free from their confines.

to the right of the struggling buttons, sat a little pin that read “toji.”

he didn’t put any effort into a friendly introduction, the only hint of expression you could trace was the furrowing of his brows at his forehead as he gave you an unreadable stare.

“was told to drop this off here.” toji spoke. he held out a small wired basket with two glass jars of white liquid, seeming to be milk. maybe it had been your fuzzy, half-awake mind, and what little thoughts were up there, but you couldn’t recall a time where you had placed an order for some strange fluid.

was it a thing the neighborhood would do every once in a while?

as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and gave the handsome stranger a soft pout, you spoke airily. “what’s in the jar, sir?”

his demeanor shifted into pure displeasure, not fancying the query your hollow brain came up with. it remained undoubtedly clear that he wasn’t the most amiable of folks.

“it’s milk, darling.”

“i didn’t order any milk, sorry.” that same pout remained on your lips as you shook your head for the milkman to end a seemingly quick conversation, but just as you were about to close the door back, the pressure of his strong hand against the wood made your attempt futile.

to your surprise, a miniscule smirk was evident on his scarred features. “no?” his narrowed eyes drank you in from the bottom up as if you were lemonade on a scorching summer’s day. those same eyes skillfully darting from the spill of your breasts in your little top, up to your pretty pursed lips and doe-like orbs.

anyone could tell from a mile away what type of girl you were — the type that toji devilishly enjoys.

it wasn’t often he was presented with a doll such as yourself. sure, he could pick the mind of others increasingly well, could tell just when someone was planning to set him up (like some sort of off-duty criminal) but with you, it was as though not a thought could be lodged behind vacant eyes. everything about you was pure, untainted.

he stepped closer toward you, his foot conveniently placed between the barrier between your home and the outside. “try it for yourself. it’s fresh, and organic.” as he spoke, the glint in his deep gray eyes had overturned into a sly darkness. and when you shook your head at his advance, he only scoffed, peering in closer until he fully stepped foot into your abode.

“oh, c’mon,” vexation laced his tone. “don’t make my job harder than it already is.”

his hauntingly large frame eclipsed yours, the sun casting a backlit shadow behind his silhouette, like something out of a 50’s horror film. at that moment, you were in no position to deny his simple request.

it was just milk, perhaps he wanted an honest review.

your eyes met his, and you swallowed thickly as you hoped that courage would fill the void in the pit of your stomach. “how much for a glass?” softly, your question floated in tense air. a smirk upticks on his face as he reaches into the basket, holding up the larger jar of the two settled in the basket.

“for you, it’s free of charge.”

maybe you should’ve questioned the insubstantial value, for nothing in this economy was truly ever free.

you take the bottle from him, popping open the lid and taking a sip. the unnerving feeling of greedy eyes caused goosebumps to form over your skin. the liquid certainly had a thicker texture to it, possibly an ode to its organic nature; and as you sipped and sipped, you failed to notice the drippage that rolled amply down the side of your mouth to your chest. toji, however, caught sight of it — because, of course he did.

after you had your sample size, you took a manicured thumb to glossy lips, wiping your bottom lip to collect the remnants before taking your tongue to your thumb to lick up the remains.

in that moment, you reminded him of a kitten, some meek animal vastly trusting of the others in its environment.

his smirk grew wider and he closed the door behind him as he stepped closer, now merely a few inches away from your figure. “oh, but miss,” his voice full with anything but a genuine concern for you, he traced his finger along the trail of milk that lingered at your chest. “you missed a spot.”

his sudden touch startled you in such a way that shifted your body to jolt once you felt his cool fingertips. that same motion forced you to completely forget about the open jar in your hand, accidentally spilling an even larger amount of milk all over yourself in the process.

drenched in the liquid, your top became practically see-through with only the sight of your pert nipples showing underneath. it's candy for the eye, toji’s at least.

“you gonna keep that on, princess? you’ll catch a cold.” his voice feigns concernment towards you, as if he pitied the pathetic state he put upon you. in that moment, sheepishness clouds your empty head, and if you could cower away, you would; but instead, you took him up on his suggestion, turning your back to him and doing away with the thin barrier.

“gimme a minute to change.” you shyly said as you looked back at him with a hand barely covering your chest.

how cute you were, so willing to invite a stranger into your home and even strip for him — were you always this welcoming?

before you could scuttle to your room, you felt a firm grip on your arm. toji, now clearly having fun with you, had given you a menacing smirk along with a tsk of his tongue. “you’re still all wet,” he turned you back around to face him in one swift motion. “let me clean you off.” his hand slowly trailed up your arm and to the swell of your breasts where he cupped one in his large, calloused palm. the feeling of his rough fingertips over your bare skin caused you to break out in a shudder. “s-sir, i don’t think..”

he shushed you the moment his thumb rolled over your hard nipple, milk still dripping down your skin. with one hand, he pulled you in tight by your waist, and with the other, he aided himself in wrapping his lips around your nipple. you could only describe his touch as hungry, rough as if the opportunity to take advantage of your vulnerability would slip away into thin air. he locked steel grey eyes with you as he did so. once he got his fill of toying with your sensitive mounds, he switched his sucking motions into little bites.

his deep groans and your soft whines filled the space instantaneously. he’d rotate from one breast to the other until he felt you growing weak in his hold, the squeeze of your thighs telling him everything he needed to know about your desire. and when he felt satisfied with the level at which he teased you, he unlatched.

it felt as if all air had rushed out of your system from the raspy whines you had let out during his ministrations. you took a moment to catch your breath and regain composure as he stood up tall to his original position.

oddly enough, comfortability grew within you, possibly the adrenaline of a handsome stranger feeding your mind with illicit thoughts. “am i all clean now?” your voice comes out shaky, feeble with lust, and as your eyes scanned his formidable appearance, down to the bulge that left his sheer size to anything but the imagination, you grew greedier.

“squeaky fucking clean.” his response comes off as a growl. “how about some real milk as a reward, sweetheart?”

you tilted your head, as a confused puppy would, looking up at him with spacey eyes. “real milk? i thought i was just drinking it?” he smiled at your perplexity, finding you too cute to let go. “that milk,” he pointed at the bottle you set on the counter beside you. “isn’t as organic as it claims. you need the real thing in ya.”

toji fumbles with his belt buckle, unfastening it until he could comfortably whip his cock out. you had never seen something so large, so girthy that it instilled a blend of fear and excitement within you. “on your knees, pretty thing.” he demanded. “gotta make sure my girl grows big and strong.”

you complied, obviously. when someone as sturdy as him tells you to do something, it’s only natural that you do it.

with your weight now rested on your knees, your job was easy. you wrapped a feeble hand around the base of his cock, mouth agape in bewilderment that he could barely fit in the cusp of your hand. toji let out a hiss under his breath once your hand began to diligently slide up and down his shaft. slick dribbled into the rapture of your enclosed fist from just how turned on he was. as you continued to teasingly pump him, your tongue darted to place gentle kitten licks paired with tender kisses to his angry tip. “you’re real confident now, aren’t ya?” he goads, though not necessarily in a mirthful manner.

a soft pout forms at your lips upon hearing his words, urging you to increase your pace by a minuscule amount. once you had gotten familiar with the monster in your palm, you wrapped your lips around the head, slowly inching yourself down his shaft until your nose met the unruly hairs of his pelvis. he was heavy in your jaw, a telltale sign that you’d end up with a strong ache that’d take days to soothe; and the throb of his length only led to the gush in your panties.

as you began to bob your head, toji threw his head back, large hands gripping at your jaw to keep you nice and puckered for him. the sensation of his plush tip bullying the back of your throat causes you to moan, a sound, and a feeling, that toji doesn't miss. you pick up your rhythm, but shortly after, toji starts up his; slamming his cock into your unexpecting mouth with no remorse.

rough ministrations urged you to gag until you came to ignore the feeling and focus on his pleasure, innocent and teary eyes showing through a wall of thick lashes up at him. what a cocky bastard.

“c’mon, you can take more, can’t ya?” he goads, his vocables resonating in a choppy cadence underneath the guise of his groans. “dontcha want milk?”

the mix of saliva and his precum trailed from your mouth as his heavy balls slammed against your chin. you took notice of how his vigorous pace faltered, signally an orgasm just seconds away.

one thrust. two thrust. three.

he’d managed to hold your face to his pelvis as he fucked through his orgasm, a deep groan bellowing through the air while he painted your throat in his seed.

what a liar. he didn’t taste anything like milk.

slowly, he pulls away and spurts the last few drops of cum onto your swollen lips, where he took much needed amusement in your starry eyed gaze.

your heavy pants were like music to his ears, something he wished he could etch into his memory for years to come.

“it’s all messy.” you mewled, licking at the seed that dripped to your lips. his hands were glacial as you felt them on your face while he leaned down to be eye level with you. “oh, i know. lemme take care of that.” he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, drinking in his own orgasm before taking you into a heated kiss.

it was a brief moment, so brief you were too lightheaded to even realize how he manhandled you into the perfect position — bent over to touch your toes.

he pulled away, roughly tugging at your little shorts until they pooled at your ankles. you felt him slide his cock over your panties just before pushing them to the side to line it up with your slit.

all toji wanted to do in that moment was slide right in, but he knew he couldn’t. you just weren’t wet enough to handle all of him. and besides, he definitely didn’t want to deal with a whining princess suggesting that it “doesn’t fit.”

instead, he slid his sensitive cock between your folds. “gotta get you nice ‘nd ready,” he spoke while reveling in the way that his tip catched at your poor, neglected clit. “feel flattered, i don’t do this for everybody.”

each slide jolted your body as the slightest tinge of pleasure coursed within you. it wasn’t enough to get you feeling close, no, but it was ample in gushing more slick from your hole.

“t-toji, sir, please..” you had let out a soft, vexed sigh at the lack of feeling, wiggling your hips to create friction in any type of way.

it reigned pointless, as most things did with toji. he was too busy focused on the sheen covering his cock from just toying with your angelcunt that whatever nonsense you were spouting was irrelevant to him. he continued his motions until the tightening of your core and fluttering of your pussy told him everything he needed to know.

satisfied with the level at which he teased you, he halted. just before you could fucking cum. you let out a frustrated whine that didn’t mean much to him, agitated by the loss of sensation.

in mere moments, he was pushing himself past your walls, stretching you out while your little cunt struggled to accommodate his size. “w-what if it doesn’t fit..?” you managed to babble out in your pathetic state.

oh, if your nosy neighbors knew that sweet little princess down the street was getting her cunt stretched out by the milkman, they would have a conniption.

toji smirked at your concern, ultimately brushing you off while continuing to urge himself even deeper. “let’s just make it fit then.”

the feeling of being stuffed full was unlike anything you’d experienced in the past. your past partners weren’t much to moan at, but toji? he had you grasping at any surface to give you leverage. as soon as he bottomed out, you could feel the tip rubbing so deliciously against the hollow of your cervix, the tinge of pain going unnoticed from how riddled with desire you were for him. with confirmation that he was fully inside, toji began to set a rough pace, strokes deep and firm enough to have you jolting forward with every thrust.

you scrambled to hold onto anything for dear life, afraid that your knees would grow weak and give out underneath your own weight. though, he kept his hands taut at your hips, only speeding up his potent thrusts to taunt you even more for your lack of stability.

fucked dumb within the first few seconds, drool dribbled past your lip, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as you tried to take everything you were given.

with the intense way your walls were hugging around his cock, he couldn’t help but let out something of a deep, guttural groan. you had reached behind you to press a feeble hand to his abdomen, hoping it would ease his ministrations, yet your adorable action only caused the opposite.

he took your wrists in his one hand, pulling you up to hit deeper within your walls. “fuck! ‘s too d-deep!” you cried out, that familiar coil of pleasure tightening within your being, and to your dismay, he only held you closer against his chest, other hand gripping at your jaw while his cock milked your gspot for all it’s worth.

“too deep? this too deep for ya?” toji taunts. “i thought you knew how to take dick, you sure looked like it.”

his grip at your face only tighten an ounce more as he waited for whatever nonsense you could muster out.

“i-i can..! i c’n take it!”

only seconds later did your high come crashing down, sending your body into a flutter of shocks. a sensation so perfervid, it had your mind hazy while you creamed all over his cock.

following suit, in a bout of thrusts, toji was painting your insides with his warm wet seed, only pulling out once he felt you go limp in his hold.

“don’t tap out on me now, you haven’t even paid for the milk.”

[waughymommy]

Diaper Discipline Guide

Emma & Henry

My boyfriend of 4 years has always had regressive and sub tendencies while I’ve wanted to talk more control in our relationship. We tried several bdsm activities including smacking and bondage but the occasional nature wasn’t really doing it for me.

After finding out more online about Female Led Relationships I came across DD, initially dismissing it. But the more I read, the better and better the idea appealed to me. After some planning I decided to confront my partner and say I wanted to add an element of control and domination into our relationship, by saying I hadn’t decided how to do it yet we had a long discussion without diapers being mentioned where he agreed in principle to “lifestyle dominance” as long as it could be kept between them and not impact his job, friends, etc. 

This guide was invaluable to me to plan the rest and it solidified my decision. It took me two weeks to discreetly buy the required supplies, getting them delivered to our apartment on days he was at work. I decided that I wanted a high initial level of DD where he’d be in diapers 24/7 at home.

I decided to start on a Friday night after work. He’d known that I had been preparing for something and I started the conversation by saying my proposal was weird, reassuring him that it wouldn’t be painful/harmful and nobody else would find out but you wanted him to agree to try it for at least 6 weeks.

Although nervous he also seemed excited by the prospect and agreed. We moved to the bedroom where I told him to get undressed before I diapered him for the first time. There was a lot of objections at this stage but I talked him round and the agreement to try it for 6 weeks was helpful.

To make the shock less I started with a medical diaper which wasn’t too thick and let him wear his normal pjs over it. I left him to explore it on his own while going to make dinner. After dinner it was time to tell him all the rules, the main one was that the toilet at home was now banned and he’d be in diapers whenever he’s at home. I kept the baby elements to a minimum and said he’s have to also wear out the house sometimes but I’d make sure nobody could tell and never when he’s at work or with friends/family. I’m not going to lie and say this didn’t involve an argument, especially when he realised that no toilet meant #2 as well but we got through. We ended up watching a movie which was a good way for him to calm down.

He wet his diaper for the first time after the movie which was funny to watch as he was so nervous it was going to leak everywhere. Even though it wasn’t too wet I did change him straight away and made his change extra special too. That night he slept in a diaper for the first time.

Over the first weekend he did get more used to wearing and I allowed him to use the toilet for a bm on Saturday. Sunday however I decided to fully enforce the rules and he messed himself for the first time. I didn’t change him this time and he took a shower. There was a lot of protests again but I said it was none-negotiable. The smell did seem to be the biggest thing that bothered him so I bought some Devrom tablets which had been recommended, it took a few days for them to arrive and a few more of taking them but now his messy diapers hardly smell and the protests have stopped. I’d actually recommend you use these from day 1 to make the transition easier.

The first week was tough but we got through it and I’m happy to say we’re now 7 months in to him being in DD. Over that time I’ve moved to thicker abdl diapers, he wears onesies regularly around the house and the toilet has remained unused by him with only a few exceptions.

We both work mainly from home so I’ve gotten used to checking and changing his diaper but thick diapers + devrom has meant he generally only needs a change after waking up, sometime in the early afternoon and before bed. I’ll also let him change himself if I’m busy or cba. 

The best news is after an initial rocky patch, our relationship feels stronger than ever! He proposed to me 5 months in and I can’t see his DD ending any time soon. I’ve increased elements overtime and now the toilet is banned even when out of the house together. Public wearing did take him a while to get used to but actually it’s easy. 

I’m sure DD is not for everyone and is much more involved and hard work than other lifestyle changes but for creating a caring bond between you and your partner I’ve found it to be great!

[sexlapis]

✧. ┊  5 TIMES YOU SAT ON NANAMI’S LAP

── .✦ nanami kento x gn!reader

s4w, fluff, cuddling, teasing, petnames, hand feeding, ooc nanami, sitting on nanami’s lap

⤷ nanami’s lap is your favourite seat. luckily for you, he is fine with being your…chair.

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[_____] = your name

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1 - NAP TIME

The rain droplets pelleting on the living room windows is what wakes you up, along with the deep chuckle of thunder that follows shortly afterwards.

One second it was all sunny with bright skies and now, it is dim and dark, and the only light in the room emanates from the television.

You do not remember putting this show on. You don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, either.

“Oh, look who’s awake.”

You sit up and there Nanami is, sitting opposite you on the couch, in his comfortable loungewear.

“Hey, I was watching that…” You mumble tiredly. A yawn escapes you. You rub your eyes.

“You were asleep when I came back, you know.”

“Yeah but…” you trail off. “When did you even come back?”

“An hour ago. I was excited to get my ‘welcome home’ kiss but instead, here you were; fast asleep and snoring like a bear.”

“I do not snore like a bear!”

Nanami grins and rests his back on the couch. “Don’t I get my kiss now?”

“…You called me a bear.”

“No, I said you sounded-“”

“Yeah, whatever, that’s the same thing.”

“Well, not r-“”

He’s interrupted by your unexpected crawl across the couch and sitting in his lap, covering the both of you with a blanket.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

“Do i still get my kiss-“”

“Oh shut up.”

2 - OFFICE HOURS

A knock on his door shocks Nanami out of his focus. “Come in.”

His office door opens and you appear, wearing your baggy pyjamas and dragging a blanket across the floor.

“_____…I’ve told you that you don’t need to knock. You’re the only other person who lives here.”

“Yeah, but it seems rude to just barge in so…” you waddle towards his desk where he sits, papers scattered all over his desk, “What are you doing?”

“Just some paperwork. Nothing interesting.”

“Yes, I know that part.” You respond to his last two words. “There’s a calculator…”

He lets out an amused huff. “What brings you here then?”

You shrug. “‘M bored…wanted to see what you were doing.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think my paperwork will entertain you very much, baby.”

“Well…” You start. “I’m not exactly here for the paperwork…”

You’re now stood right beside Nanami and you peek at his empty lap.

Nanami notices. Nanami sighs.

He tucks out of his desk, just enough for his lap to be shown, and he only has to pat his thighs twice before your hopping right into it.

“Comfortable?” You shuffle in his lap, looking for the right position. It’s found, and you lean back to rest your back against his wide chest, blanket covering you legs.

“Yeah, I’m comfy.”

Nanami kisses your temple, and goes back to completing his work, which lulls you to sleep due to how absolutely boring it is.

3 - OVERTIME

Nanami heard keys fiddling with the door while he is on his laptop in the kitchen. He hears a loud, annoyed groan.

Must have been a long day for you.

Shoes are thrown onto the floor, along with your bag and your coat is flung onto the rack.

You trod to the doorway of the living room and Nanami’s sees how tired and disheveled you look.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You only respond with a grumble.

“Hard day?”

Another grumble from you.

“Do you want to tell me all about it?”

A jumpy grumble clambers out of your mouth as you dash over to him and plop down on his inviting lap.

“Ugh, Kenny…these people…”

He rubs circles on you back, gently coaxing the complaints out of you.

“They’re so…they’re just so stupid.”

Nanami can’t help but chuckle at your bluntness and your genuine sadness at your coworkers’s stupidity.

“Seriously, they are! And don’t even get me started on that damn boss.”

So Nanami listens to you rant about your dumb coworkers while he just relishes in having you sit in his lap.

4 - GATHERINGS

On the rare occasion that you and Nanami organise a friend and family gathering, this time in the form of a barbecue, it is a success.

More people than you were both expecting showed up and your backyard was filled with music, friends, family members, chatter, kids running around and the smell of mouth-watering, flavourful meat.

The gathering lasts from noon until late evening, at which most people have left and the only ones who still lingered were close friends.

“Kento.” You walked up to where he sat on the outdoor couch, speaking to one of his work colleagues whose name you have forgotten. Something beginning with a ‘H’, you think?

“Hey, sweetheart.” He pauses his conversation to talk to you. “Are you tired?”

You were tired. You had been preparing the food, offering the food, playing with the kids, speaking to guests and now you feel the weight of all your hard work.

“I did not expect that many people to show up…”

“No, me neither. You did a great job, baby.” He huffs with a shake of his head. He then spreads his legs, more than they already are. “Do you want to rest?”

You are in in lap before he even finishes his sentence. Seriously, he does not finish his sentence.

He smiles at your urgency, admiring how cute you look curled up in his lap, your cheek squished up against his chest.

He takes a knitted blanket and throws it over your body, protecting you from the slight chill in the night air.

Nanami continues to speak to his friend, quieter now that you’re here, and caresses the back of your neck.

5 - BREAKFAST

“Kento, I’m- what’s all this?”

After spending a short time searching for Nanami, you find him outside in your colourful, shared garden. He sits on the garden chair, and on the medium-sized round table is a well prepared, delectable breakfast.

“Hm? Oh. This is breakfast.”

“Breakfast? But Kenny, I-“” You look down at your phone, checking the time, “I have to get to work-“”

“Call in late.”

You frown. “But-“”

“It’s such a nice morning, isn’t it?” He looks to the sky, taking a sip of his tea before looking at you. “Spend it with me.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

It was warm outside with beams of sunlight peaking through the gaps of the blooming blossom tree Nanami is stationed under. A gentle breeze curled through the air, the harmonic birdsong twinkled in your ears and the aroma of sweet-scented pastries wafted under your nose.

It did not take much to convince you.

“Okay. I’ll stay, but remind me to leave in thirty minutes.”

Nanami exhales and smiles, all soft and tender. “I’m glad. Come here, take a seat.”

Your stomach rumbles as you walk to sit in the garden chair opposite Nanami. He stops you.

“Where are you going?”

“Uhm…to sit down?”

“Oh, no, no…come sit on Kento’s lap, sweetheart. I want you to try this danish pastry,” he breaks off a piece so you can have some, “it’s my mother’s recipe.”

Ignoring your heart skipping a beat at how he referred to himself, you sit on his thigh, and he wraps an arm around your hip. He holds the piece of pastry to your mouth.

“Try a piece.”

You open your mouth and allow him to place it on you tongue, you lips briefly touching his fingertips. You laugh a little, flustered as you chew on the sweet treat. He licks his fingertip, the same one your lips touched.

“Do you like it?”

“Hmm! It’s very sweet!” You are glad you said yes to this. Work could handle you being a little late.

“Good.” Nanami shuffles forward in his chair, bringing you closer to the table of food. He kisses your shoulder and runs his hands up and down your waist. “Come on, eat up. You have a long day ahead of you.”

Nanami did not remind you to leave in those thirty minutes.

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[koishiro]

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Kento Nanami

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Satoru Gojo

Gojo has no shame, you should know this. It’s no surprise to anyone when they see the jujutsu teacher just waltz over in his usual long strides and (quite aggressively) places his head on your lap. And if you ignore him? Ohohoho he’d be a menace. From nudging his head on your stomach, to biting the soft plush of your thighs, all for you to run your fingers through his hair.

He enjoys laying on your thighs a little too much since he literally won't get up even if you have to go do something important.

“Satu, I have to get up”

“‘M? Later”

“Don’t you have a class to teach?”

“They can wait”

Suguru Geto

Suguru would be slightly more subtle than Gojo, but still pretty affectionate. You’d often find him reading a book or two later followed by a complaint of how stiff and achy his back and neck were which led you to now, sitting down on your shared couch and contentedly scrolling through your phone until you felt an unfamiliar weight weigh down on your lap.

Temporarily turning your attention to the man now taking place on your lap, a book in one hand while the other absentmindedly toyed with the fabric of your shirt, you stared at him for a moment until your burning gaze tore his attention away from his book, as if you were the one to invade his personal bubble.

“Hm? Yes darling? Are you not considering the pain and backache I’ve been going through for this book? Have some sympathy, I thought this would be better for my posture.”

Yuji Itadori

This boy would be so oblivious, not even realising the effect he had on you. He would be in the middle of talking about Human Earthworm 4 and would first start to lean his body weight on your shoulder before gradually moving down to your lap, even going as far as to readjust you and your position just like a pillow.

It would only occur to him what position he’s actually in when his one sided conversation starts to die off, now realising how his head and hands are tucked between your plush thighs - skin on skin contact.

“O-Oh uhm - I’m so sorry!

Megumi Fushiguro

Don’t expect this to ever happen in public but in the privacy of your own home? Megumi would be severely more touchy when he’s tired so when he’s exhausted? He’ll have no shame. Dragging his feet through the threshold of his dorm, his bag being dragged not too far behind he makes a beeline towards his bed where the outline of non other than his lover was hidden beneath the covers.

Leaving his bag behind, Megumi navigates his way towards the warmth of your body before toeing off his shoes and slipping his way between your legs, arms tucked beneath the plush of your thighs. Asking about his day you had to strain your ears to hear his response

“‘missed you. Wanted to come home earlier but Gojo was an ass. R’lly missed your warmth.”

Toji Fushiguro

This man has no shame. If you’d be sitting a centimetre too far for his liking you best know he’s gonna clamp his large hands down on you and drag you to where he likes. He’d even go as far as to lift your legs over his own thighs and (like a cat) paw at the skin of your thighs.

So when you happen to pass by his chair while he’s in the middle of a slightly less than exciting conversation he was having with a name he couldn’t even remember of course his first instinct is to reach out and pull you down, caging you between his two arms - his hands nicely warmed between your two thighs before they ventured and groped at any available skin.

“Stay nice ‘n pretty f’me kay? Don’t wanna make this guy uncomfortable do ya? ‘N keep your pretty mewls to yaself until we get home hm?”

Toge Inumaki

Bby boy just wants to be comforted okay? Is that too much to ask for? He’d already be so comfortable around you that he wouldn’t think twice about what he was doing.

You both could be lying down outside, one or both reading a book and after a while of resting in the same spot for hours on end he’d struggle to find a comfortable spot and the next best thing to a patch of grass? His lover of course. Toge would slowly shift his way towards you so you’d end up as a mesh of bodies resembling a ‘T’. A few squeezes to your thighs every now and then followed by a series of onigri ingredients,

“I should do this more often, you’re much more comfy than any pillow I’ve owned. My own portable neck pillow.”

Kento Nanami

This wouldn’t happen often at the start of your relationship with Kento considering he’s never had to (quite literally) lean on anyone before but it never bothered you, you knew before you threw yourself into the relationship that he’d take some time to warm up and you were right because slowly after months of quick pecks and fleeting touches - the unfamiliar weight of your boyfriends head leaned on your shoulder. The tired eyes and dark bags beneath his eyes said all you needed to know.

“Tired?” With a grunt of agreement, clearly too tired to even lift his head, you lead him down to rest on your lap where he stayed without complaint until hours later when the sun shone through the living room curtains and the blanket you managed to reach and place over top you both before swiftly joining him lay on the floor long forgotten. Nanami would all but bury his face deeper between your thighs - chasing the warmth they emanated while his hands found closure beneath them.

“Please, don’t move. At least not yet.”

[misspygmypie]

Meet & Greet... and more? Pt. 3

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader Words: 2509 Click here for Part 2

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Lando was pacing around the McLaren motorhome, his nerves turning his usual confident stride into a jittery shuffle. Every few moments he’d glance at his phone or look up at the entrance, eagerly anticipating Y/N and Noah’s arrival. Oscar leaned casually against a nearby wall, clearly enjoying the spectacle. 

“Lando,” he said with a grin, “you’re acting like you’re about to meet the King or something.”

Lando shot him a glance, a bit embarrassed. “I know, I know. It’s just… I’ve been looking forward to this for so long. It’s going to be great to finally hang out with them again.”

Oscar chuckled and shook his head. Just then one of the team assistants approached the two of them. “Lando, Y/N and Noah have just arrived. They’re in the hospitality area waiting for you.”

Lando’s eyes lit up and he immediately straightened up, his nervousness transforming into a burst of energy. “Great, thanks” he smiled at the assistant and then turned to Oscar, who was still grinning. “Come on, you’re coming with me. I need moral support.”

Oscar followed, chuckling softly. As they made their way through the McLaren motorhome Lando’s steps were hurried and awkward. He glanced over at Oscar who raised an amused eyebrow at his friend but kept his mouth shut and just when they approached the hospitality area, Lando’s excitement got the best of him.

He was so focused on the approaching meeting that he didn’t see a small plant at the edge of the path. He tripped over it, stumbling forward with an exaggerated flail of his arms. For a brief moment he looked like he was about to take a dive but managed to catch himself at the last second.

Oscar burst into laughter, shaking his head. “Well, you’ve certainly made an entrance.”

Lando groaned awkwardly as he straightened himself, trying to regain his composure. “Fantastic. Just what I needed,” he said, brushing himself off.

He found Y/N and Noah chatting near the refreshments table, their laughter filling the space and he felt his heart race as he approached them, a broad smile spreading across his face.

“You made it” he called out, his voice a little louder than he intended. He extended his arms for a hug, his face beaming.

“Lando! It’s so good to see you” Y/N stepped forward and gave him a warm hug, while Noah followed suit, his small arms clinging onto Lando’s legs.

“I’m so glad you could come,” Lando said, holding onto the lingering hug with Y/N a bit longer before stepping back and crouching down to embrace the little boy as well. “I’ve been counting down the days. I hope you’re ready for a fun weekend!”

Oscar, standing slightly to the side, watched the reunion with a grin. He wanted to give them a few moments before interrupting but eventually decided to say hello as well.

“It’s great to see you both again. I’ve been looking forward to catching up.”

Y/N smiled warmly. “It’s good to see you too, Oscar. Noah’s been excited about the weekend!”

Oscar leaned down a bit so Noah didn’t have to look up so much. “How’s my favorite little car enthusiast doing?”

Noah’s eyes lit up as he replied, “I’m really great!”

The Australian chuckled at the boy’s enthusiasm and ruffled the 4-year-old’s hair before turning back to the young woman and his teammate. 

“Well, I’m gonna get some breakfast. Enjoy the day, Lando and try not to trip over any more plants, okay?”

Lando shot him a mock glare as Oscar gave him a playful salute and wandered off. The Brit decided to ignore his friend and turned back to his two guests. “Now follow me, I’ve got something special planned for you!”

Noah’s eyes grew even wider. “The surprise?”

“That’s right,” Lando said with a playful grin.

Lando led them to a private area of the paddock that was sectioned off from the usual hustle and bustle. As they got closer Noah noticed a sleek kids version of a McLaren parked in the center of the area. The car was customized with vibrant colors and designs that matched Lando’s race car and it even had Noah’s name printed on the side.

“This,” Lando said, “is for you, Noah. It’s a special car that you can take for a spin around a small track we’ve set up just for today. It’s a little gift to thank you for being such a big fan and for coming out to the race.”

Noah’s mouth dropped open in awe. “This is amazing! Can I really drive it?”

Lando nodded, chuckling. “Absolutely! I’ll be right here to help you get started. And don’t worry, it’s all safe and ready for a fun ride.”

With Lando’s assistance the boy hopped into the car. His face lit up while Lando walked him through the basics of driving and soon Noah was zooming around the mini track with a huge grin on his face. Y/N watched from the sidelines, her heart swelling with happiness at seeing her son’s joy. Lando stood beside her clearly enjoying the moment as much as they were.

While Noah gleefully drove the car around the small track, his laughter echoing through the area, Y/N and Lando found a quiet spot to catch up. 

“So, how have you two been?”

Y/N smiled warmly, appreciating the chance to chat with Lando. “We’ve been doing great. Noah’s been so excited about this trip, it’s all he’s talked about since I told him.”

Lando’s eyes softened as he watched the boy drive around. “He’s really loving it out there. It’s great to see him so happy.”

“Thank you for making it so special for him,” Y/N said. “It means a lot to both of us.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I just hope he’s having as much fun as I am watching him.”

There was a brief pause as they both observed Noah, who was now expertly maneuvering the car with a look of pure concentration on his face. Lando broke the silence, his tone gentle. “If you don’t mind me asking, how’s Noah’s dad doing? I remember you mentioned it’s just you two.”

Y/N sighed softly. “Noah’s dad... well, he actually left us shortly after Noah was born. It’s been just Noah and me since then.”

“That’s awful, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s been tough at times,” Y/N admitted, “but we’ve made it work. Noah is my world and we’ve found our way together.”

Lando nodded, his gaze returning to Noah. Seeing the bond between Y/N and her son stirred something within him, making him wonder what it might be like to be in a father’s shoes.

“He’s a strong kid, and it’s clear he’s got a lot of joy in him. You’ve done an amazing job raising him.”

Y/N’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked at Noah, who was now beaming with pride as he completed another lap. “Thank you, Lando. It hasn’t always been easy but seeing him so excited and having experiences like this makes it all worth it.”

Just then Noah hopped out of the car, his eyes sparkling with happiness. “Mommy, Lando, that was so much fun!”

“You did an amazing job out there, bud,” he padded the kid on the back, “I’m glad you had fun but it’s time for me to get ready for qualifying.”

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Lando had arranged for Y/N and Noah to have special access to the Paddock Club so they could watch the action up close. With their passes in hand they followed the team’s guide to a prime viewing spot overlooking the track. As the drivers lined up for the start of the qualifying session Lando’s car was easy to spot among the others, thanks to its vibrant McLaren colors and the bright neon yellow on top. Noah bounced in his seat, his eyes glued to the track. “Look, Mommy! There’s Lando’s car!”

Y/N smiled and nodded. “I see it. Let’s cheer him on and hope he does well.”

Meanwhile, Lando sat in his McLaren, feeling an unusual wave of nervousness that he rarely experienced. Normally racing was his element, a place of comfort and focus but today was different. 

Come on, Lando, focus, he thought, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he settled into the driver’s seat. He cast a quick glance to where Y/N and Noah were situated, their faces bright with support. I don’t want to let them down.

Lando’s hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his gloves and took a deep breath. The thought of Noah’s eager eyes and Y/N’s warm, encouraging smile filled him with both excitement and pressure. 

He shifted his gaze back to the track, the roar of the engines growing louder as the first qualifying round approached its start. The session began and Lando’s car sped through the circuit. Despite his nerves his driving remained sharp and precise. As Lando completed each lap, Y/N and Noah cheered loudly, Noah waved his flag shouting, “Go, Lando!” His enthusiasm was infectious and Y/N joined in, clapping and cheering along with the rest of the crowd.

When the session neared its end the tension was at its peak, Lando was pushing hard for a top spot and the final laps were crucial. Y/N and Noah held their breath as Lando crossed the finish line, completing his last qualifying run.

The screen displayed the results and Lando’s name appeared in top position. Y/N could hardly contain her excitement, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Noah, who was practically vibrating with energy. “We did it, Noah! Lando’s done an amazing job!”

Noah’s face beamed. “I knew he could do it! We should find him and tell him he did great!”

“Absolutely" Y/N nodded. When they finally found him he was surrounded by his team but his face lit up when he spotted the two of them.

“Hey, you two! How was the qualifying? Did you have a good view?”

Noah, still buzzing with excitement, practically launched himself into his arms. “You were amazing! We were cheering so loud!”

Lando laughed, the nervous tension finally melting away as he hugged Noah tightly. He then turned to Y/N with a smile. “Thank you for coming and cheering me on, it means a lot to have you both here.”

“Are we going to have dinner now?” The 4-year-old demanded to know.

“Actually, that’s exactly what I wanted to ask you," Lando’s smile grew even wider. "I was hoping you both would join me for dinner after all the media duties are finished. It would be great to spend more time together.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “That sounds wonderful.”

“Great! The hotel has a fantastic restaurant that I think you’ll both enjoy. Let me just wrap up a few things here and then we can head out.”

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As the evening went on Lando, Y/N and little Noah were seated comfortably at a corner table providing them with a bit more privacy. 

Noah had been his usual energetic self throughout the meal, eagerly sampling different dishes and asking Lando endless questions about race cars. But as the main courses were cleared away and the desserts were brought to the table - rich chocolate cake, creamy tiramisu and a delicious looking fruit tart - Noah’s eyelids grew heavy.

His head gradually drooped and he settled into a more comfortable position. Not too long after he was curled up on Lando’s lap, his breathing steady and relaxed as he drifted off to sleep. Lando didn’t mind at all, in fact he found the weight of the small body resting against him peaceful and comforting.

They continued to chat, their conversation flowing easily as they enjoyed their desserts. Lando found himself sharing more about his life outside the track, his interests, the places he’d traveled and the rituals he had before races. Y/N spoke about her experiences as a parent, the joys and challenges of raising Noah and her own passions and hobbies.

The conversation drifted naturally, touching on everything from favorite books and movies to their dreams and aspirations. With Noah peacefully asleep on Lando’s lap, they both felt a sense of intimacy that allowed them to open up in a way they hadn’t before.

After they had finished their desserts Y/N glanced at the time on her phone and sighed. “I suppose it’s time to get some sleep but I want to thank you again, Lando. Today has been really wonderful.”

“The pleasure was all mine. I’m glad you two were able to come visit me.” 

Y/N gently stirred Noah, intending to awaken the boy for their short journey to the room, however, Lando stopped her. “Let me handle this,” he said softly. “He looks so peaceful, I’d hate to wake him.”

Lando carefully lifted Noah into his arms, cradling him to his chest. Though the little boy stirred slightly he remained asleep, nestled comfortably against Lando’s chest, his small arms wrapping themselves around the man’s neck. Lando adjusted his hold to ensure Noah stayed cozy and secure all the way up to their room.

After Noah was finally placed in their hotel bed and Y/N made sure he was comfortable, adjusting the blanket to keep him warm, she turned to Lando with a tired but genuine smile. “Thank you for everything tonight.”

Lando’s heart swelled as he looked at her, feeling his heart skip a beat being so close to her. There was an almost palpable tension between them, a pull that made him want to close the distance and kiss her. His gaze lingered on her lips for a moment. He could feel the desire but he decided against it, sensing that it might not be the right time.

“The pleasure was all mine,” he said softly with a warm, reassuring smile. “I’ve enjoyed every moment of today and I can’t wait for more fun tomorrow. I hope Noah sleeps well and that you get some rest too.”

With a final, lingering glance at her, Lando took a deep breath and turned toward the door. His footsteps were quiet as he made his way out of the hotel room. He closed the door behind him and paused for a moment before sighing deeply and finally making his way to his own room. He felt a pang of sadness at having to leave her for the night.

Lando remembered the fun they had shared, helping Noah with his food, hearing Y/N’s laughter over silly memories he shared and the peaceful moments with Noah curled up on his lap. The idea of spending more time with them made his heart melt. He could already envision future dinners, playful moments with Noah and deep conversations with Y/N. He realized he was not just falling for Y/N but falling in love with the entire idea of being a part of their little family.

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Click here for Part 4!

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[multifandomfanficss]

Don’t Stop My Heart

Tyler Owens x Reader

Prompt: You and Tyler take a road trip up to Iowa to catch some of the last tornadoes of the season, but he takes the teasing a little too far.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of car crashes, swerving, shitty ex boyfriends. No use of Y/N.

A/N: Hello! I didn’t proofread this one as many times as I usually do. I’m coming off a 4 and a half month writers block so I really just wanted to write and post while I was excited to do it. My job has been draining me as of late, so I’m trying to write when I get the impulse. I have so many Tyler ideas and no time to write them. Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

It was still fairly early, the sun was still rising. Last night you’d planned an impromptu trip up north to Iowa. It was about a 7 hour trip from Oklahoma, so you were on the road before 6. You were hoping to get there around noon. You didn’t love getting up that early, but Tyler promised he’d drive you and you could sleep in the truck. Tornado season was pretty much over aside from an isolated storm or two, but Iowa had been having very unusual storm activity all week. Tyler couldn’t resist hitting a couple more tornadoes in late August when the season was supposed to be pretty much over with.

You stayed awake for a little bit. You wanted to watch as you crossed into Missouri.

“Missouri welcomes you.” Tyler reads out loud.

“Yes! Finally!” You giggle.

“I didn’t realize you were such a big fan of Missouri.” Tyler comments.

“Oh, I’m not.” You pause, looking out your window.

“First you’re hypin’ her up, now you’re gonna disappoint her.” He jokes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure Missouri’s fine, but I’m more excited about that.” You point to a Hardee’s down the street.

“Really? We’re crossin’ state lines and you’re gonna make me take you to Hardee’s? You can get Carl’s Jr. anytime you want back home. That’s basically the same thing.” He argues.

“Take that back! You’re just saying that because you’re a Texas boy! You’ve never had the luxury of Hardee’s.” You joke.

“If Carl’s Jr. is better, I’m not letting you pick where we eat for the rest of the trip.” Tyler puts on his turn signal and sighs.

“How is that fair? I’ve never eaten at this location. What if it sucks?” You laugh.

“You picked your Hardee’s hill and now you’re gonna die on it. Now keep your trap closed and tell me what’s good on the menu.” Tyler makes a pretend threatening face towards you as he pulls into the drive thru.

“How am I supposed to not talk and at the same time tell you what’s good?” You tease back.

“Hi welcome to Hardee’s, may I take your order?” The drive thru speaker cuts you off. Tyler shushes you and you giggle.

After getting your food you start unwrapping the straws and putting them in both drinks.

“Whatever score we give this we need to give it extra points to account for how good the curly fries would be if they were serving lunch.” You try to bargain, taking a bite.

“No, you can’t just change the rules after we already got our food, that’s cheating. Just because you’re from the north, doesn’t mean you can cheat me.” He argues. He continues driving, leaving behind the paved roads of the small town.

“You’re acting like I’m Canadian!” You giggle.

“Well, Upper Midwest is basically Canada. There’s literally a town in Iowa called Toronto!” He smirks, taking the last bite of his food, continuing to drive through the middle of nowhere Missouri, back onto the gravel roads through the soybean fields.

“Shut up!” You playfully hit his arm. He jokingly swerves and your stomach flips. You gasp air. “Tyler, knock it off.”

“You’re the one who hit me.” He pleas innocent.

“I didn’t hit you that hard.” You defend.

“I thought you were gonna sleep on the drive.” He says, smirking.

“I might later, I’m not tired.” You answer, falling for his bit. He does a big fake yawn.

“Well if you’re not tired, I might take a little nap.” He lightly swerves again.

“Tyler, this isn’t funny!” You plead.

“What? Oh. Do you mind watching the road? We woke up so early and I’m pretty tired.” He jokes before swerving again. He’s taking the joke way too far. Once was one thing, twice was too much. You start hyperventilating.

“Tyler, STOP!” You yell, tears starting to come to your eyes.

“Woah woah woah, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m sorry. I’ll stop.” He has a concerned look on his face. He knew he had taken it too far.

“It’s not funny.” You cry.

“You’re right, it’s not funny. I would never-a done it if I’d known it would make you feel unsafe. I do it all the time on chases and that don’t seem to bother you. I didn’t realize-“

“That’s different! The roads and the fields when there’s no storms are different! We’re on an actual road! What- what if there were other people?! What if you hit somebody?! What if a sherif saw?!” You say, obviously still panicking. Tyler decides to pull over.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was way outta line, but we’re in the middle of nowhere. There’s no cars or tractors around. We’re safe.” His voice is soft. “Just breathe, Darlin’. Just you and me.” He takes your hand, rubbing small circles in it. “I feel bad. I wanted a reaction outta you, but not like this. I never want you to feel unsafe with me.”

“I know.” You were still struggling to breathe. Tyler places your hand on his chest to feel the rise and fall of his breathing. He hopes you can sync yours with his own.

“Take it easy, sweetheart. You’re okay. Feel me breathing? We’re both okay.” He places a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry… it’s not you. When I was in high school I had a crazy ex boyfriend who used to swerve in town just to scare me because he knew I was afraid of car crashes. He almost killed us a couple times, I think. I guess no matter how much time’s passed, dumb high school bullshit still affects me into my adult years.”

“Hey, that’s not okay. It’s not dumb bullshit. It’s trauma.” You lean over the console to be closer to him and he wraps his arms around you. “I would never put you in danger like that for the sake of a joke.” You could tell his blood was boiling on the inside, but he was trying to keep himself calm. He didn’t want to upset you more. He knew this was about you feeling better, not him.

“We gotta get going if we wanna try to make it by 1.” You wipe your tears.

“I don’t care how long we’re pulled over. Hell, we can even turn around if you’re not up to anymore. I don’t care about the chase. I care about you.” He moves your hair out of your face. “I can call the rest of the team and tell them to turn around right now or go without us.”

“What happened to Mr. If You Feel It, Chase It?” You joke, trying to lighten the mood. He looks into your eyes. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him so serious.

“The only feeling that matters is the one I get when I’m with you.“

Tears start creeping up again. These tears aren’t bad, though.

“Tyler, I’m in love with you.” It just slips out, like the easiest confession you’ve ever made in your life. You both knew there was something there, but neither one of you were willing to say it. It had always been heavy flirting, awkward mornings after cuddling in the only bed left at the motel, a drunk kiss or two.

After a moment of staring in silence Tyler kisses you. Everything happened in slow motion, but in truth it was probably just the adrenaline slowing everything down. Tyler wasted no time in kissing you. It was the quickest decision he’s ever made. You don’t know how long the kiss was. Whatever it was, it wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough. You’d swear off oxygen for the rest of your life if it meant this moment never had to end. You’d been pinning after your best friend for so long and finally the moment was here.

“I’m so glad you said something because you’re one of the best navigators I know and I really didn’t wanna risk losing you from the team by telling you I was in love with you.” Tyler laughs.

“Is that the only reason you didn’t tell me?” You ask.

“No, I was scared. Losing you from the team would be a bummer, but I couldn’t lose you from my life. We see a lot of loss in this business. Whenever I thought about it, the thing I couldn’t stand to lose most was you.” He runs his fingers through your hair, moving to cup your cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

It was nice to finally say it. You’d waited a long time to tell him.

“Let’s get back on the road. This time just don’t stop my heart.” You give a small laugh.

“You’re safe with me.”

“I know. You’re not like those other guys, Ty.”

You hold hands and rest on his other arm as he drives. He’s lucky he’s good at driving with one hand because he’s happy to see about 30 minutes later you’ve finally fallen asleep. Today was going to be a long day, but Tyler knew forcing the team to wake up so early was worth it. He may have had to bribe Boone 20 bucks to drive the other car up with Lily, but at least he didn’t have a third wheel sitting in the back seat. Tyler didn’t get a lot of alone time with you. Now he had 7 hours of it. It was worth it.

[atomicami]

bull ride

contractor!abby anderson x joel’s daughter!reader

- summary: you spend the night out at a bar and decide to challenge yourself on the mechanical bull to impress abby. when abby sees you from the crowd, she ends up giving you something else to take a ride on. (part 4)

- content: smut MDNI, porn with plot, no outbreak/modern au, contractor/engineer!abby, texas living, no sarah, joel and jerry are both alive, jerry is not a doctor, reader has a business degree, family & work drama, bar setting, some alcohol consumption, truck sex (bit of a quickie), fingering (a!receiving), strap usage (r!receiving), strap sucking, abby referring to the strap as her cock, basically save a horse ride a cowgirl tbh 🤠

- author’s note: hi everyone… i know i’ve been very inactive this year but this part has actually been sitting in my drafts since march so i figured i’d at least post it for the few people who’ve been waiting this long to read it, i hope y’all enjoy it

previous parts: quick fix, surprise visit, charity work

It’s been a week since the bake sale, meaning that it’s also been a week since Abby last had her hands on you.

You’d be lying if you said that this week was flying slow for you right now, because to your surprise, seven days flew by like seven minutes, and before you knew it, it was officially Saturday.

You’re sitting in your room by your dresser, fully dressed from head to toe in the finest Western apparel that you own, finishing the touches on your makeup in the mirror. You then look down at your phone for a moment, still eyeing the last text that Abby had sent you.

She invited you to go to Wild Randy’s tonight, and while you were excited to see her again, you were dreading it at the same time.

It was mainly because Wild Randy’s was the go-to place for you and Joel, and as bad as you want to sneak off with Abby again, you knew that you’d also have to make sure you wouldn’t get caught by your dad either.

You take a few deep breaths before standing up and adjusting your belt, then grabbing your phone and bag before exiting your bedroom.

“Dad! I’m ready to go!” you call out as you strut down the stairs. Given that you always take longer than him to get ready, you figured he’d be sitting on the couch waiting for you, but to your surprise, he wasn’t there.

“Dad? Where are you?” you call out for him again, entering the kitchen to find it empty as well. You roam around the house for a bit before entering the garage, seeing him still in his work clothes working on blueprints. “Dad…are you not coming?”

Joel looks up at you, frowning once he sees you ready to leave. “Oh, shit…it’s Saturday isn’t it?” he says, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry kid, I know we go to Randy’s every Saturday but…work’s just been tyin’ me down lately.”

You nod to your dad in acknowledgment. “Well, we can skip tonight if—“

“No, no, no, s’alright,” he says, quickly cutting off your words. “You go. There’s always next weekend right?” he looks down for a moment at his workspace before looking back up at you. “Are you gonna drive yourself there or…?”

“Oh, um it’s okay Dad, I can text Dina for a ride.” you take a few steps closer to him before continuing. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” you ask him, receiving a nod from him in response.

“Okay, well…don’t stay up too late, we have to go to the hardware store next week to start getting supplies for the Mitchell home.” you remind him as you walk your way to the door.

Joel clicks his tongue at you in response. “Thanks for remindin’ me, kid. Don’t have too much fun out there, alright?”

You smile and nod back at him before leaving the garage. Even though you felt bad that your dad couldn’t come, you can’t help but feel relieved about it either. With your dad out of the way, you’d be able to get some time with Abby without the risk of getting caught by him.

You pull out your phone to send a text to Dina telling her to pick you up, and in less than ten minutes she was already honking at your door. While checking to make sure you have everything, you exit your house before locking it, walking down the porch to see Dina inside her car with the windows rolled down.

“Hey, you!” she shouts out, leaning forward over her steering wheel. “Ready for Randy’s?”

“You bet I am!” you shout back to her as you hurriedly get into the passenger side of her car and sit down.

The ride to Wild Randy’s was pretty quick, given that there’s never a rush hour on Saturdays. Aside from the twenty minutes it took Dina to find an available parking spot, the two of you were now quickly settled at the bar.

“So tell me, how’s it going with you and Abby?” Dina asks you as you both sit yourselves down on the bar stools.

Before you can respond to her, Jesse ends up cutting in from behind the bar with two beers in his hand. “Wait a second, you’ve been having a thing with Anderson?” he asks you, popping open the two bottles before handing them to you and Dina. “Didn’t you say that your dad doesn’t want you around her?”

You nod to him in response. “Yeah, and I mean I’ve been doing that for what, four, five years now? But I needed her to come over a few weeks ago to fix an outlet in my living room and it just like…happened, you know?” you explained, taking a sip from your beer.

Dina quickly gulped and set her bottle back down on the bar. “Wait a minute…is that why you were acting so weird during movie night?”

“Yeah…” you tell her with a nod, taking another sip out of your beer. “Anyways, she told me she was going to be here today so…” your words drift off as you turn your head around in search of her, and you are quick to catch her entering the bar with her group of friends. Not only that, but her father was also nowhere to be seen.

It was the first time you saw Abby like this, outside of work and not in her work clothes for once. She was wearing a pair of jeans instead of her usual cargo pants, a pair of western boots instead of her usual work ones, and her tool belt was ditched for a leather belt with a metal buckle on the center. She also had on a tight button-up that showed off her muscles, and to top it all off, a cowboy’s hat that rested over her braided blond hair.

You hate to admit it, but she was looking pretty damn good right now.

Dina suddenly snaps her fingers at you to get your attention, causing you to swivel your chair back around. “She’s there right now isn’t she?” she asks you, receiving a nod from you in response.

“Yeah, I want to go talk to her but…” your words drift off again as you turn back to see her. As you check her out, you notice from the corner of your eye some movement going on towards your left. You fully swivel your chair around this time to get a better look. It appeared to be a group of employees carrying out a large mechanical bull inside an inflatable ring, while another employee stood next to them, giving them orders on where to position the machine.

“Jesse,” you call out to him, swiveling your stool back to face him. “They’re bringing back the bull?”

Jesse looks up briefly to see the mechanical bull being set up before looking back down and pouring some contents into a cocktail shaker. “Yeah, we’ve been getting so many requests to bring it back up after our last bull broke down last year,” he explains as he continues preparing the cocktail for the customer in front of him.

You briefly look back at the bull for a moment, then look over to where Abby was. At that moment, an idea instantly sparked in your mind. What better way could there be to catch Abby’s attention than impressing her by taking a ride on the mechanical bull?

The sound of a loud microphone tap shakes you out of your thoughts, and you look over to see the bar’s owner standing in front of the bull with the microphone in his hand. “Ladies and gentlemen!” he calls out, quickly grabbing the attention of all the patrons inside the dimly lit bar. “I’m pleased to announce that we now have our brand new and improved mechanical bull back into our bar!” he announces, quickly receiving cheers and applause from the customers. “Now who in here…” he says, pointing a finger around the bar. “Is gonna be the first one to be brave enough and take her for a ride?”

You look around the bar to see several amounts of people already preparing themselves for the challenge. Part of you wanted to not do it, but a bigger part of you wanted to ride that damn bull like there was no tomorrow. You were willing to do it, just for the sake of impressing Abby. Neither of your dads were here right now, so who knows when you could get another opportunity like this? It was either now or never.

“I’ll do it!” you shout out, quickly raising your hand to get the owner’s attention.

Dina quickly grabs your hand and pulls it down to your lap. “What are you doing? Are you seriously gonna ride that thing?” she asks with concern.

You open your mouth to respond, but you’re cut off by the owner shouting at you. “You right there! Come on up here!”

You look over at the man before back at Dina. “I guess I am now,” you tell her with a shrug, hopping off of the bar stool and approaching your way towards the ring.

As you walk away from the bar, Jesse comes to Dina from behind, leaning into her side. “I’ll bet you $20 that she won’t last the full five minutes.”

You watch the owner squint to try to get a better look at you as you get closer to the inflatable ring. “Well well well, what do we have here!” he says as you make it to the ring, now standing next to him. “If it isn’t Joel Miller’s daughter herself. You think you’ll be able to handle the bull, Miss Miller?” he asks, pointing the microphone towards you.

You grab the mic from the owner and hold it closer to yourself. “Well, I guess we’ll have to see but…I think I could handle her,” you tell him with confidence before handing the mic back to him.

Numerous amounts of patrons clap and cheer you on in response. As the owner continues to speak to the audience, you step into the inflatable ring, watching as your boots sink inside. You look at your surroundings for a moment, seeing all of the customers placing their bidding money into a hat and passing it around the bar. The hat goes around past Abby as well, and you could’ve sworn she had slipped a hundred-dollar bill in there for you. Her eyes then meet with yours for a moment, and so does that stupid smirk of hers.

“Alright Miss Miller, you have five minutes up on the clock now, if you can make it to the end, you win the bidding money, got it?” the owner explains to you.

You nod at him in acknowledgment. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

You then turn back around so you’re facing the bull. You take a few steps backward as a head start, then quickly run forward and hop on top of the bull. Your hands quickly grab onto the handles, and you keep your legs wrapped around the sides of the bull. Lastly, you position your hips on the bull by pushing them forward, keeping yourself as close as possible to the saddle.

The bull was quickly activated as soon as you sat down, and so was the timer. The machine began to rock back and forth, slowly to start. Once you felt like you were getting the hang of it, that’s when the speed began to go faster. Your grip on the bull progressively gets tighter and tighter the more that the speed increases. It eventually escalated to the fullest speed, the bull now moving and spinning around like crazy. Time has never flown by slower for you than at this moment. On the inside, you were getting so dizzy to where you were going to be sick. But you couldn’t express that. Not in front of the audience. Not in front of Abby.

Regardless of it, you refused to let go. You held onto the bull like your life depended on it, waiting for the timer to count down to zero. Five minutes felt more like an eternity to you right now, but you soon start to feel relief once you hear the audience begin to count down.

Ten, nine, eight…

You lock down your grip on the bull’s handles.

Seven, six, five…

Your legs remain secure on each side of the saddle, and your hips push forward against it. As much as you were trying to hold onto the bull, you couldn’t help but imagine your hips pushing forward on Abby’s str—

Four, three, two, one!

The timer goes off, and the bull begins to slow itself down. As the machine comes to a stop, you instantly loosen your grip on it. You let out a breath of relief as you look up, watching all of the patrons cheer and applaud you. One of the employees approaches to help you, and you carefully hop off the bull before exiting the ring.

“I have to say you did phenomenal on that bull there, Miss Miller.” the owner tells you through the mic, handing you the bidding money. “Anything you wanna say to the audience?”

You take the money from his hands before taking the microphone. “Well, first of all, thank you all for bidding on me, and second…” you pause for a moment before continuing. “And I don’t mean to self-promote but…if anyone here needs any construction help…be sure to contact my dad’s company, Miller Contracting. We’re the best in all of Austin.” your eyes scan around the audience before your gaze fixes on Abby. You keep your eyes on her for a little bit, smirking at her before looking back at the audience and walking off, a last set of applause happening as you do so.

You make your way back to the spot where Jesse and Dina remain. “See? Told y’all I’d beat that thing,” you say, flaunting your bidding money in front of them. Jesse leans forward on the bar to get closer to you. “Mind if I get a cut of that?” he asks, trying to grab the money from your hand.

You move your hand away from him and shake your head. “Hell no, I won this fair and square,” you tell him, clutching the money close to your chest. “Besides, didn’t you bid against me anyway?”

Jesse scoffs, still leaning forward on the bar. “Yeah, but I still have rent to pay,” he replies before taking his weight off the bar to assist another customer.

You simply roll your eyes at him and chuckle in response as you count your money. “Don’t be so dramatic, it’s not even that much—“ your words quickly cut off once you notice something unusual on the hundred-dollar bill. You pull it out of the thin stack, seeing a note attached to it that reads:

“Meet me at the parking lot in five. —A”

You smirk to yourself upon reading the message, not even realizing that you were doing so until Dina points it out. “She wants you to go see her, doesn’t she?” she asks, crossing her arms at you.

You simply nod at her in acknowledgment. “Yeah, she does…” you reply, reaching to the bar to grab the rest of your things before saying goodbye to Jesse and Dina. Upon leaving, you look over to see Abby on the other side of the bar. You watch as she pays for her beer and leaves from the other exit. The thrill and excitement starts to consume you already in seeing her again.

The cool air hits you once you exit the bar. You roam around the parking lot in search of her until you hear a faint whistling sound from behind. You turn around to see Abby’s prominent figure from a distance leaning on the side of her truck. You don’t approach her quickly though. Instead, you take your time walking your way towards her.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t the bull tamer herself…” Abby says, taking her weight off the truck. “You looked good up there, you know…riding that thing.”

You smirk and take a step closer to her. “I’m glad. Wanted to put on a show for you there,” you tell her quietly, and she leans in to give you a kiss, the rim of her cowboy hat slightly brushing over the top of your head as your lips briefly connect.

“You know…” she tells you quietly, slightly separating her lips from yours. “I’ve got something else that you can take a ride on for me…”

“Oh yeah?” you whisper back to her. “And what might that be?”

“Why don’t you hop in my truck and find out?”

And with that you take a step back, letting Abby unlock her truck before opening the passenger door and entering inside. Upon opening the door, you couldn’t help but notice that the windows in Abby’s truck were slightly darker than the last time you saw it…did she seriously get her windows tinted?

Abby holds the door open for you, and you quickly climb inside and hop onto her lap before she closes the door and locks it, now confining the both of you inside. Your thighs wrap themselves around Abby’s lab and you push your hips forward over her crotch, just like how you did on the bull. You could practically feel the bulge of her strap under all that denim.

Abby lets out a soft groan at the sudden friction. “How about you get it wet for me first, yeah?” she says, reaching down to the lever on the bottom part of the seat and pushing it back to give you some space on the ground.

You don’t even think twice about it, instantly dropping down to your knees and unzipping her jeans before pulling the thick black strap out of her boxers. After seeing the sight of it, you were pretty shocked. You didn’t get a good look when she fucked you last time, but now that it’s in your hands, you’re amazed that you were able to take the immense length of Abby’s strap.

Your fingers wrap around the large piece of silicone before you lean into it, lips instantly wrapping around the tip. You gently suck onto the tip for a moment, then slowly work your way down to the base of the strap. However, your mouth couldn’t last being down so deep, so you briefly pull it back up to the tip before going back down, repeatedly continuing your movements thereafter.

Abby lets out a quiet groan as she feels the base of her strap rubbing against her clit. Replacing your mouth with your hand, you look up for a moment to see her head slightly tilted back, her cowboy hat obstructing her view as well.

You keep stroking her strap with one hand, spreading your saliva all over from base to tip to distract her. As you do that, you use your other hand to gently shift the harness to the side and sneak your fingers into the crotch of her boxers, instantly finding access to her wet pussy before sliding two of them inside.

Abby notices the sudden shift of movement and looks down at you. “What the hell are you—oh fuck—“ her words get cut off with a quiet groan as you begin to curl her fingers inside of her. “Oh fuck yeah, k-keep doing that…”

You smirk back at her as you continue to pump your fingers inside her, now fully diverting your attention away from the strap for a moment. Your other hand moves to keep the harness of the strap pushed to the side while you finger Abby’s pussy, and you look up to keep an eye on her every movement—the way her hands grip the seat of the truck, the moans and whines escaping from her mouth, and how her eyes were tightly shut and the head was thrown back in pleasure. You’d be lying if you said that the way she looked right now wasn’t turning you on because you can just easily feel your arousal pooling in between your thighs as you do this to her.

“God, fucking hell—go…go faster…” Abby whines out to you, tightening her grip on the seat as she manspreads herself farther on it to give you more space. You simply nod in acknowledgment, speeding up your pace inside her in a desperate effort to get her to cum.

You can visibly see her breaths getting deeper, and you can practically feel the way her cunt began to contract around your two fingers, knowing that she was getting close. Within moments, your fingers get instantly coated with her release as she cums around them with a loud groan. Her breathing soon slows down as she recovers from her orgasm and she looks back down at you. Your gaze stays fixed on hers while you slide your fingers out of her pussy and place them into your mouth, sucking them clean while you get a taste of her release.

“My god…” Abby pants out, still trying to catch her breath. “No one’s ever made me cum that fast before…you’re good at this too, you know.”

You smirk back at her as you sit back for a moment, briefly resting your weight on the back of your boots. “Looks like you’re not the only one who’s good at making a quick fix, Anderson.” the blonde simply shakes her head at you in response before patting her hand on her lap. “Your turn now, angel. Get on up here.”

Without hesitation, you slowly lift yourself from the floor of the truck and climb onto Abby’s lap in the passenger seat, her large hands quickly roaming up and down your hips as you do so. You watch as she scrunches up your skirt around your hips and brings one of her hands down to the crotch of your underwear, smirking once she senses the wetness underneath it. “Looks like she’s pretty eager to take a ride, don’t you think?”

You nod quickly in response, and you lift yourself to hover over the strap. Abby helps you out by shifting your underwear to the side and spreading your puffy folds open. You grab the strap with one hand to align it with your entrance while you grab onto Abby’s shoulder with the other to support yourself as you go down.

The tip meets with your entrance, and you whimper at the sudden stretch. Your grip on Abby’s shoulder tightens as you try to maintain your balance over her lap. And then, little by little…you begin to sink down her strap, all the way until your folds were pressing over the base of it.

Once the entire length was inside you, you used your other hand to grab Abby’s other shoulder for balance. The feeling this time was a little more difficult to handle in comparison to how Abby had fucked you at the bake sale. You weren’t bent over, nor did you have the support of the counter either. You were completely sat upright, in the confined passenger seat of Abby’s truck, with her strap so far inside you that she could visibly see the tip poking out of your lower stomach. It sure felt overwhelming, to say the least.

“Fuck…you look good for me like this…” she mutters out quietly as she runs her thumbs down your stomach, gently pressing onto the bulge that was being formed from her strap. She watches as you continue to stay upright, now squirming in her grasp as a response to the pressure she was giving to your stomach. “You know…it’s not gonna feel any better if you don’t move.” she continues, now bringing one hand further down to rub your clit. “Take a ride on it, princess…It’ll feel good once you start moving.”

Your eyes flicker down to the watch that was wrapped around Abby’s left wrist. You glance at the time.

10:39…10:40.

You take a deep breath and tighten your grip on Abby’s broad shoulders. As her hands remain planted on your body, you begin to lift yourself up before going straight back down. You repeat the process, now developing a slow pace on her strap.

Abby smirks as she looks up at you, watching every moan and whimper escape from your lips as you fuck yourself on her cock. “There we go, that’s it…atta girl…” her praises and coos continue, now leading you to move at a faster pace. As you begin to ride her faster, Abby notices how close your head is getting to the ceiling of her truck every time you go up. While keeping one hand planted on you, she quickly takes off her cowboy hat and places it on your head, fixing up the rim so she can still see you. “Prettiest cowgirl I’ve ever seen,” she mutters out quietly, placing her hand back onto your hip as you keep riding her.

As you keep riding Abby’s strap, you take a glance out the window, making you slow down to get a better look. You see some people leaving the bar and walking their way back to their vehicles, and your heart begins fucking racing when they pass by Abby’s truck, completely oblivious of the events that are happening inside it.

“Hey,” Abby squeezes your hip, causing you to direct your attention back to her. “They’re not seeing any of this, you know…” she pauses for a moment before continuing. “But I bet you want them to, don’t you? It’s obvious you enjoyed throwing on that little show back there at the bar earlier, so would this be any different?” she asks, leaning in to kiss you. “Would it be any different if those same people saw a pretty cowgirl like you slutting herself out for me like this? Riding my cock and making a mess all over my lap? Hm?”

You whine back at her, shaking your head. “Yeah, I knew you’d like that, my filthy little cowgirl…” she responds with a smirk. “But you see, that’s why I have all of my windows tinted now…because I don’t want anyone to see what’s really mine.”

Your pussy practically throbs at her words. You were so distracted by what Abby was saying to you that didn’t even realize that you had stopped riding her. Your arousal was now just soaking up her cock and jeans. Abby looks down at her lap and smirks before looking back up at you. “I didn’t tell you to stop now, did I?” she asks, giving you a smack on your ass. “C’mon, cowgirl…keep fucking riding me.”

Your pace now begins to quicken this time, and you move your left hand to the armrest that was above your head, gripping it as you keep your other hand on her shoulder. “F-fuck, Abby…f-feels so good….” you moan out to her, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as the tip of her strap presses onto your cervix while you ride.

“Oh yeah? Does it feel good, princess?” she asks, admiring how you were starting to go dumb on her cock. “That’s it, keep riding me, just like that…Ride me just like how you were riding that damn bull.”

Abby’s words had your stomach doing fucking flips. You tried your best to maintain your fast pace as you rode her strap, but your legs were quickly starting to give out. “A-Abby, help me…please…”

“Aw, you poor thing, getting tired already now aren’t you?” Without any warning, Abby tightens her grip on your hips and begins to slam her cock right into you. You yelp in surprise as your left hand flies from the armrest back onto Abby’s shoulder, and you continue to push your hips down as Abby keeps thrusting inside you. “C’mon cowgirl, be a good girl and cum for me now…”

Your cunt begins to clench around her strap, indicating that you were about to cum. Abby looks down at your pussy, watching in awe as a white ring began to quickly form on her strap. Her thumb meets with your clit, quickly rubbing it as you continue to cum all over her cock, whimpering and moaning out her name as you do so.

As you finish riding out your orgasm, your pace begins to slow down and you rest yourself on Abby’s chest, panting deeply as you try to catch your breath. Before Abby pulls herself out, you grab her left wrist again and glance back down at her watch.

10:43…10:44.

“Four minutes,” Abby says, looking down at her watch. “Looks like you made a new record.”

You playfully push her arm back as she brings her hand back onto your hip and slowly pulls her strap out of your fucked out pussy, causing you to whine at the loss of it. Keeping you in her arms, Abby trades places with you and carefully rests your limp body onto the seat while briefly she gets onto the ground. She peeks through the fogged up windows, making sure that the coast was clear so she could get out of the truck.

As you watch Abby hop off her truck, your eyes start to feel heavy from the exhaustion before quickly fluttering shut for a moment. As your eyes were closed, you could feel Abby’s large hands move your body around before the sudden warmth of her tongue makes contact with your sore cunt, causing you to involuntarily jerk away.

“Hey, relax…I’m just cleaning you up a bit,” she mutters out to you. You simply nod in response, eyes remaining shut as your body eases in and relaxes into her touch again. The gentle movements of Abby’s tongue and lips on your pussy easily removes the tension in your thighs, making you feel as if you were now sinking into the leather of the seat. You then start to feel some shifting of your clothes along with the sounds of the truck doors opening and closing right before you briefly fall into a state of slumber.

The sudden rumbling movements of the truck cause your eyes to slowly flicker back open. You wake up to find yourself lying on your left side in the passenger seat, but now with the seatbelt secured over you. The dim lights of the truck are no longer present, only the faint brightness of the music player on the dashboard is the only thing illuminating your vision right now. The sounds of the few cars on the road surround you, along with the country music quietly playing inside as well. You look up to see Abby with her gaze fixed on the road, with one hand planted firmly on the steering wheel while the other simply rested over on the center console.

You rest your hand on top of hers, and Abby quickly notices that gentle touch of yours, briefly glancing down to look at you. “Hey there…” she says with a smile before looking back up at the road. “You were out for most of the ride, feeling any better?” she asks, gently enclosing your hand into her large palm.

You shift around in your seat, no longer feeling as sore as you were before. “Yeah, a little…” you tell her, resting your head back on the seat as you watch her drive. “I had a really good time tonight, you know…” you tell her, to which she smiles in response.

“I did too,” she replies, quickly looking over to you again. “Felt nice to finally escape from our dads for once.”

The speed of the truck soon starts to slow down before coming to a halt. Your heart instantly sinks to the pit of your stomach, and your smile begins to fade. You knew what this meant.

It meant that you were back home. Your time with Abby was now up.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and sit up completely to look over at the sight of your house. All of the lights were shut off, except for the faint blue light of the living room TV, and you could easily see your dad’s head tilted to the side, indicating that he was now asleep.

You let out a sigh. “I…I don’t want to go back in there,” you say, turning your head back to look at Abby. She simply sighs and gently rubs your shoulder. “I know you don’t, angel…but we can’t risk it. As much as I can’t stand your dad, I don’t want him to get worried about you either.”

Your head hangs low now, nodding in acknowledgment. Abby’s hand gently holds your chin to lift your face. “You know this won’t be the last time, right?” she asks you, to which you nod again.

“I know, I just…I’ll miss you, Abs…who knows when we’ll see each other again?” you ask back, looking up into her soft blue eyes. She nods back at you in response. “It’ll happen again soon, okay? Just know that I’m always gonna have you on my mind, alright?” she says before quickly leaning in to kiss you, the rim of her hat on your head brushing over her hair this time as she does so.

You instantly kiss her back before pulling away to grab your things from the ground. You take a deep breath and open the door, exiting the truck and closing it. Your boots now meet with the concrete of the sidewalk, and you walk your way to the front door of your house. Before you go in, you look back to see Abby watching you from her truck, and you two give each other a final wave before she drives off to park into the driveway of her house.

As the lights of Abby’s truck shut off now, you turn back to the door to unlock it. You slowly open the door just enough to squeeze yourself inside before closing it and locking it again. You turn around to see Joel fast asleep on his recliner while the TV screen illuminates the whole room. Without making a sound, you tiptoe on over to pick up the remote from the coffee table and shut off the TV. You set the remote back down and turn over to pick up a throw blanket from the couch to tuck your dad in before heading upstairs to your bedroom.

The door creaks slightly as you enter inside. You slowly close the door before letting out a sigh as you set your bag down on the ground before kicking off your boots. You take off Abby’s hat and set it on top of your dresser before the rest of your clothes come off of you and to the ground until you’re down to your underwear. You pick up a random oversized shirt from your dad’s company and throw it on. As you’re taking off your makeup, your phone buzzes on your bed, and you reach over to pick it up.

“Abby: I’ll be thinking of you.”

You look up from the screen to your right, seeing her broad silhouette in the bedroom window across from yours. The two of you stare at each other for a bit, until you wave her off and get into bed, to which she does the same right after.

Not only was this the first night the two of you had officially spent alone together, but it was also the first night where you both just couldn’t take each other off of your minds now.

And all you could do was just wait until your path meets with hers again.

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Soft Launch; Hard Launch - Quinn Hughes x ofc

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Title: Soft Launch; Hard Launch: A 500 Follower Celly

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (ofc) 

Warnings: Though most of this is fluff, there is a really nasty comment left on a social media post and mentions of poor self body image.

Summary: 4 times Quinn soft launched his relationship with Sarah, and one time he did it for real.

Word Count: 2,900

Comments: The idea of writing a 4+1 fic for my 500 mark has been rolling around my head for a while, so when I hit 500 followers about a week ago, I thought I'd try my hand at it. Many thanks to @aloragrace and @captainlexaproluvr for looking over this piece and calming my fears about doing new things. I’ve never written in this format before, but I quite like the way this turned out.  I’d love to know what you think!

I'm just bowled over and so excited! Thank you all so much. Knowing people enjoy my writing has been so fulfilling to me. I’ve wanted to write since I was about thirteen, but never had the guts to publish anything for people other than my friends to read. Now that I have and know that people like it, it feels a bit like I’m giving my little inner awkward teenager the best gift she could ever ask for. Thank you for your encouragement, kindness, and support! I can’t tell you how much it means to me.  

If you did enjoy this Snapshot, please let me know by commenting, reblogging, or sending in an ask. Your encouragement and comments truly inspire me to keep writing. 

Soft Launch; Hard Launch: A 500 Follower Celly

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot 

1.

The first time Quinn put Sarah on his social media was after they got home from the family reunion. The Monday after she left, he was looking back through his photos while he waited for her to get off work. He found one from their beach day he’d completely forgotten he’d taken. Sarah was kneeling over a tide pool with a few of his cousins, pointing to something in the water, while they looked into her face with rapt attention.

Even though her face was mostly hidden from view, she looked beautiful in that casual way he loved so much. Her hair was up in a bun, and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts along with her orange swim top.

Do you mind if I put this on my stories? he asked later that night, once she'd texted that she’d arrived home safely and would call as soon as she changed.

“I don’t mind,” she told him after they said their initial hellos, caught up on each other's day, and he asked again. “I’m a little surprised this is the first photo you want to go with,” she admitted. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d want to go with something more…” she trailed off, unsure exactly how to phrase what she was thinking. She’d only glanced at it, but from what she remembered, the photo wasn’t anything special. It was from the tide pools, and though it fulfilled the mission of showing her without showing her whole face, she didn’t look excessively beautiful or anything. In fact, the first thing she’d zeroed in on were her stomach rolls. Echoes of girls calling her too fat to be with NHL superstar Quinn Hughes rang in her mind. 

“I like it,” he defended before she could find the right words or slide down the slippery slope of body image woes. “You’re doing what you love.” 

It melted something in her that he looked at that photo and saw her passion. “That’s really sweet, Quinn.” 

“So it’s okay?” 

How could she say no now? “Yeah. It’s okay.”  She reminded herself she wouldn’t see any of the things people were saying about her unless she sought them out, which she had no intention of doing.

He put it up with nothing more than an orange heart in the corner as soon as they hung up from the FaceTime call.

Less than a minute later, Eunice raced into Sarah's room. She was so overly excited, she ran into the door jam, bouncing off of it before regaining her balance. She thrust her phone into Sarah's face. “Quinn put you on his stories!” 

Glancing at the screen, Sarah smiled. “Yeah, he just asked me if he could put that photo up.”

“Oh my god. This is so dreamy,” she gushed, turning the phone back around to look at the picture again. “You look so pretty.” 

2.

The second soft launch was on his main feed at the end of the summer, though he still didn’t show her face.

It wasn’t until they got home from Hawaii and all shared their photos that Quinn realized just how many pictures his mom had taken. He was used to her snapping pictures of them - it was a very common occurrence to look around at any given moment, especially on vacation, to find her brandishing a camera to document everything she could.

He’d never appreciated it more until he was looking through the shared album and saw all the moments his mom caught. There were photos of him and his brothers and him and Sarah once she got there. There was even a video of his and Luke’s shock at their girlfriends’ arrival.  

His favorite picture she took was from the beach outside of their vacation rental. Anxious for a quiet moment together, Sarah pulled him outside to watch the sun set.

The rest of the family was inside, debating something about dinner. They had been on a kayak and hiking tour that day, and he was so tired, he was beyond caring. As long as some kind of food was provided, he’d be fine.  

His mom must have walked out onto the back porch to snap the photo. 

 The sun, sinking into the ocean in front of them, turned them into shadow as Sarah leaned her head on his shoulder. It was the kind of photo people put in vacation advertisements, and when he’d seen it, he knew it had to be included in his end of summer review.

He uploaded it with a carousel of six other photos before captioning the post, One for the books. 

After receiving sixty notifications in the first five minutes, most of them from people he didn’t know asking who the girl in the 5th photo was, he muted the app.

It wasn’t until he looked at the comments that evening and saw, I think this must be that fat bitch he was dating during the season. I was hoping they’d broken up since he didn’t stay in Vancouver this summer and she did, that he disabled comments all together.

He’d been so angry that someone who didn’t know either of them would say anything like that, he had drafted a reply before realizing he was about to engage in a reactionary argument with someone he didn't even know or have any emotional ties to. He wanted to correct them, but knew he should really get PR help to do that. 

When they talked about social media for the first time in their relationship, Sarah explained how the comments from these so-called fans made her feel. Even though she knew they didn’t know her as a person and didn’t have any place in their relationship or lives, it was difficult not to let them get to her. 

He knew the feeling well. He’d gone through the same thing when he accepted the captaincy. The pressure to perform had been so immense, it had turned him into a snappy, short-fused, irritable person until, at the advice of some other captains in the league, he started putting his phone down regularly. 

3. 

The third came when it was his turn to sit for a 32 Thoughts podcast episode with Elliott and Kyle, and they were shooting the breeze before the actual interview began. 

“We missed you at dinner,” Elliott said, referencing a banquet that the league had hosted the night before for all players and press on site for the whirlwind pre-season media tour.

Without really thinking about it, Quinn found himself explaining, “my girlfriend's family lives here, so Jack and I had dinner with them last night.”

“She's not here?” Elliott asked. 

“No, she has stuff going on back home so she couldn't be, but it was nice to see them.” Some players brought family to the media tour, but not many. It was a short stint, shorter than most road trips during the season, so most didn’t bother.

Their producer, Shanna, flashed a red light, letting them know it was time to start the formal interview. Kyle counted down, “three two and one,” before introducing Quinn and starting with the questions. 

At the end of the recording, both Elliott and Shanna asked if he wanted them to cut his talk about his girlfriend and her family from the episode. Usually, they left those anecdotal conversations in, especially on the youtube videos, but this one was a bit more nuanced. 

“I think it should be fine, but can I talk to her about it and get back to you?” 

“Of course,” Shanna said, smiling. “It’s not slated to go up for a few weeks, so just let us know by the 17th.”

When he'd asked Sarah about it that night after arriving home, she seemed unconcerned. 

“I think that's kind of up to you.” She knew from their FaceTime conversation the night before that Quinn, Jack and their agent had eaten at Rachel's house, so there was no risk of someone posting photos and making the connection they were with her family.  

“I mean, people have been speculating you have a girlfriend, right?” she asked. 

“Yeah.” It was more than speculation at this point - most people knew he had someone. They just didn’t know who she was. 

“And people who found my instagram already know I’m from Nevada, so I don’t really see what the worry is.” 

He’d expected her to be more worried about it, but now that she was responding to him with cool logic, he had to admit she had a point. 

The next day, he messaged Elliott along with his agent to let them know they could keep the anecdote in the recording. 

When it hit the airwaves, Sarah purposefully didn’t check any of the messages Eunice sent her for a few days. Eunice had taken it upon herself, and continued at Sarah’s request, to report big gossip to her so Sarah wasn’t tempted to go on the blogs or fan accounts. 

Most responses were sort of victorious bragging, posting about connections with Sarah’s instagram “about me” section where she talked about being from Nevada, feeling that this interview proved them right. 

4. 

The fourth time wasn’t planned. 

When Quinn got home from their first regular season road trip, the apartment was dark. It was past two in the morning, and Sarah had a therapy appointment at eight, so she hadn't waited up for him. 

In his trek through the apartment, he paused by the dining room table. Until Sarah moved in, walking into the apartment after a road trip was often the worst part of the whole thing. He was always glad to be back in his own bed, but nothing seemed to exasperate his singleness more than coming home. Not only was he going from being surrounded by the team to being totally alone, he was coming home to an empty house. The combination of the two felt stiflingly lonely.

The mess of textbooks, highlighters, and notebooks left out on the dining room table was such proof of someone else living in the house, it made his chest feel full. 

In a spur of the moment act, he snapped a picture of the dimly lit chaos and posted it to his Instagram stories. No caption, no explanation. Just the simple proof that he wasn't alone.  

“Why did you put a picture of my books on your instagram?” she asked the next day after getting home from her appointment. 

He shrugged, “I liked it.”

The season before, anytime she would study at his house, she would clean everything up, organizing it all back into her bag before going home or coming to bed. 

Now, her books often stayed out on the dining room table on weekends. He offered to convert one of the spare bedrooms into an office for her, or let her use the office he had a computer in now, but she turned him down. 

“I like studying out here,” she'd said, glancing up to look out of the windows. “If it bothers you, I can put everything away.” 

“It doesn't bother me,” he'd said, leaning down to kiss her temple. “I just want you to be comfortable here.” 

She had beamed at him and turned her head to brush her mouth over his. 

5. 

Quinn waited until the one year anniversary of the day he and Sarah met to officially announce their relationship. 

He knew by that time that they could go the distance. He'd seen her through every month and every season and saw no major red flags. Not to mention the fact that everyone in his life liked her, and her family and friends seemed to like him.

Over the course of the year, he'd moved pictures he liked of Sarah and pictures he liked of them together into a favorites album he simply called S. So, in late January, he put together a post and sent it to his PR rep to look over. After they sent it back with some edits, he showed it to Sarah. 

Sarah, who for her part, knew this was coming but wasn’t quite sure what to expect, was taken a bit off guard. She knew Quinn read a lot and was thoughtful with his words, but reading his simple summary of their relationship made her melt. 

He’d included 5 pictures of her that were interspersed with 5 pictures of them together. The first photo was that perfect, golden hour sunset selfie. The rest were all photos she knew he loved. She’d seen some of them, and some of them, she hadn’t. There was a candid shot of her laughing with Jack and Luke that she hadn’t seen before as well as a picture she never knew he’d taken of her sitting at the dining room table with her laptop, looking pensively at the screen, fingers poised to type. There was the photo of them in front of their Christmas tree, and one of them laughing so hard, they were falling all over each other on a beach in Hawaii.

Under the photos, he’d simply written, The best year. and tagged her in the final photo - the dreamy picture Kaitlyn had taken of them under the mistletoe. 

“Quinn,” she breathed, looking up to find him smiling expectantly at her.

“You like it?” he asked. 

“I really like it,” she said, fighting back the tears that pushed at her eyes. 

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

He was ready for the world to know that not only was he taken, he was taken with her, and not afraid to say it, but he knew it would likely open up another door of criticism she’d never been exposed to before. 

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I’m ready.” 

The fact that Quinn wanted the world to know, without a doubt, that she was the one he was with made her heart race. 

They didn’t have to hide anymore. To her, it was the last, final cementing block in their relationship. It spoke of his faith in their future and his dedication to staying with her. He wouldn't put it out for the world to see if he had any doubts. 

He posted it right before practice two days later so he could work the anxiety of it off. 

When he got back to his locker an hour and a half later, he had 1,654 likes and over 200 comments. At first glance, they all seemed positive. Not that what random strangers thought of him meant much, but it was nice to know his fans were happy he was happy. 

Bonus scene: 

On the afternoon of the anniversary of their one year of meeting, Reece stopped Sarah as she walked into the building after work.

“I’ve got a delivery for you, Ms. Roberts,” he said, walking with her over to the security desk. 

Before he’d even picked them up, Sarah knew it must be the large bouquet of flowers that were an absolute riot of color - purple and yellow, red and pink, white and green. 

Quinn was out of town - playing in Toronto at that very moment, in fact - and she knew he must have sent them in place of being there in person. 

“Thank you, Reece,” she said, accepting the flowers and a card from him before heading upstairs. 

Trying to manage the vase, card, and her school bag, as well as press the button in the elevator, resulted in her accidentally slopping a large amount of water down her front. Thankfully, the large bouquet hid the spill from anyone else in the elevator, and she was the only one to get off on the top floor. Upon entering the apartment, she set the vase and card on the bar and went straight up to change. 

It wasn’t until she wandered down to make dinner during the second intermission and saw the bright flowers that she remembered the card. 

Her full name was on the envelope in someone else’s writing, and the front of the card was completely blank, so when she flipped it open, she was surprised to find Quinn’s handwriting filling most of it. 

It’s been one year since I took refuge in the aquarium, only to stumble upon a beautiful woman giving a talk about octopus and took the chance to ask her out. Back then, I just thought she was one of the most beautiful people I’d ever seen. Now I know that not only is she beautiful, she’s smart, kind, supportive and so driven she inspires me to do better. I don’t like to think what my life would be like if she’d turned down my offer for lunch, or I didn’t get up the guts to talk to her. This time with her has been a whirlwind and the best year of my life. 

I wrote this for the caption of the post that went up today, then realized the only person I really wanted to read it was you. 

Happy one year of meeting, Sarah. I’m so glad you took a chance and went out with me even though I was more than a little awkward. 

I love you. 

Love, 

Quinn 

Moved to tears by his thoughtful words, Sarah snapped a picture of the flowers to put up on her stories, adding the caption, Love you, @_quinnhughes, before texting him.

I love you. I can’t believe it’s been a year. Here’s to a million more.

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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 29/10✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@xyuki-iris ha chiesto: I LOVE YOU'RE ART ALSO GOOD FOOD But I have a what if What if Redson found Mk having a panic attack over something serious about him being Trans.

Ouch poor baby Red Son would totally support MK and try to calm him down

@ashmeertheimp ha chiesto: First of all your story is glorious and congrats on getting lmk at the very top. Second does Mk want to work on his relationship with Nuwa. I think Nuwa did truly love Mk but she also loved everyone else on earth equally. Mk has forgiven Mac who actually made an effort to hurt Mk (past mistakes) while Nuwa was opposed but still didn't stop Mk from not fixing the pillar of heaven.

I always felt like after S5 his relationship with Nuwa is similar to the one Steven had with Rose after S5 of SU. So it's- complicated

@audioandart ha chiesto: mayhaps a silly question, but towards the very start of the mk shadow peach stuff when mk first shadows into the wall. He says "why is everything *more* flat". Is this implying he already sees the world as 2d the way we do or am I perhaps missing something? 😅 (I love your work! Have a good day 🫰)

ahah yeah I was!!

@fake-anjel ha chiesto: Your comic makes me stay awake at night thinking of the next cap, making theories and making imaginary scenarios and imaginary gacha reactions to them for some reason. I was wondering... If Wukong and Macaque have a child (hypothetically, and by the biological way) wich one would be the oven for the bun? You have a fan from Brazil<3

Well, I would say Wukong, but here comes the question: a Stone Monkey, born from a stone, would be able to reproduce themself? There are no other like the four celestial primates and MK, so I would assume that they weren't able to- reproduce normally. Also if they would does it mean the womb is a stone as well???

@sollythesalt ha chiesto: Just asking if Wukong is trans do his female organs also count as part of his un-glamored form or does he stay with his male ones when he drops his glamour? Also what does his glamour include in your au just out of curiosity?

No under the glamour and shapeshift he still has female organs

@dandy-doodles ha chiesto: I'm VICIOUSLY consuming your comic rn - It actually came across my feed from a reblog. Never watched the show before. Loved the comic so much I binged the entire series and now I'm sat with the task of reading JTTW. This hyperfixation is your fault I love you for it. @ivoronical ha chiesto: Hi! I don’t know how tumblrs asks work because I’ve never used them before, but just wanted to say that your art is ✨fabulous✨ and you’re shadowpeach bio parents au has convinced me to rewatch the show entirely. It’s also made Macaque one of my favorite characters and because of that I am halfway through making a cosplay of him completely from scratch and I’m very excited to finish it:) Anyways I’ve rambled enough. Have a nice day!!! @starzz-twi ha chiesto: Can I just say how much I adore your art! It inspires so much that I might try drawing lmk again 🫶🫶🫶🫶 @artemismoorea03 ha chiesto: I hope you know that your Bio Parents AU fills every waking moment. I swear I only get on Tumblr anymore to see if you've posted something. I eat up any art you post regardless of what fandom it is and I just have to tell you that your art tastes like a blue raspberry icee (the best kind). I hope you're having a fantastic day ♡

AWWW TYSM TO ALL OF YOU!!!!

@sakuralotus03 ha chiesto: What will family gatherings be like now that MK has 4 parents? Like his birthday or end-of-year celebrations. I want to see more of the dynamics of the 4 parents interacting and talking about their one and only child.🐷🤓☀️🌙

oH CHAOTIC INDEED

Anonimo ha chiesto: How does it feel to be one of those artists that like 70% of the fandom knows about

wait is that a random number or???

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will we maybe see Macaque interact with Bai He or Mei?? (I'm starved of DarkHorse/EnderDragon/NightFlare Duo and Raspberry/Black Cat Duo) But I am interested if you might make them interact! :D Anyways, I love how your art got better by each comic, you can see the improvement from the slight sharpness of the shapes in the first comics and the now softer lines.

mmmmm I will maybe I'll do some small scenes

Anonimo ha chiesto: Past Wukong working out: I'ma get so strong. Ain't no one beating me Present Wukong working out: I'ma be so good at hugging my son and husband.

AWWWWWW WHAT A GOOD BABA!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello! I wanted to ask if we'll see just how sensitive Macaque's hearing is in your Au in a future comic maybe? Like... a thunderstorm happens or something when he's around FFM watching Mk and Wukong train or something that affects his hearing badly? But either way, love your art and style! :)

mmmm don't know if I have a scene planned for that...

Anonimo ha chiesto: Does Wukong and Macaque know about the other 2 Celstial Primates, Red-Hoarse Baboon and Lomg-Armed Gibbon, in your Bio Shadowpeach parents au?

I think so? In JTTW he knew so I would assume the same?

Anonimo ha chiesto: Will Macaque use his future vision at any time again in this comic? We now know in this Au he hasn't used it in years. But maybe will he use it again soon? I bet he won't but I still wanted to ask :)

not unless he is forced to

Anonimo ha chiesto: I’ve been listening to a song from a Pokémon movie: Always Safe by Cynthia, and I think of the Shadowpeach bioparents Au everytime

AWW that's beautiful the lyrics omg!!!

@notjustonefandom1 ha chiesto: So, I've been thinking about MK's staff. After he got it do you think he develops a habit of clasping his hands together, especiallywhen stressed or threatened? With the fluidity and energy he moves with, I think it would take a while for him yo find a chance to Summon the staff, especially if he isn't fast at it yet, so he just starts keeping his hands pressed together in preparation.

ooooohhh that's a cool idea!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Where does the Macaque has white fur head canon come from? I'm new to this fandom and I'm still learning things and I see it everywhere

I honestly have no idea but I guess either because Japanese Macaque are white furred or bc he died.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Ok so this may be a sensitive topic and definitely doesn't need to be answered so TW Did mk ever go through a depression thing after trying to die to save the universe in the last season in your au? A in like what if Wukong and Mac find out he used to SH?

hish. I'm not probably the right person to answer this. Probably he did had depression tendencies but didn't recognize them until someone pointed them out.

Anonimo ha chiesto: This ask os Going to be a little weird But Can I See Macaque Pining Wukong on the wall?In a Flirty way?(pretty Please?) I love Your Art so much!👑❤️‍🔥💎

Ouh.. *cleans forehead from sweat* is getting hot in here... maybe?

@autism-autobot ha chiesto: Wukong: OH BUDDHA, HE CALLED ME BABA!!!!! (SCREAMS WITH JOY) What DBK heard over the phone with his brother: OH andhdbrjjsm (feral monkey screeching)

Poor DBK gotta deal with the gossip now

@alastair-1205 ha chiesto: OMG THE MOST RECENT PART IM CRYING But I also love how Mac's first instinct is just grabbing Wukong and being like: "get out of hearing range before we freak out, get out of hearing range before we freak out, get out of-" you know? It's very funny but also builds on past comics since they woke MK up last time smth like this happened and I'm just !!!!!

GOTTA MAKE THE BABY SLEEP

@eerieqloss ha chiesto: OSISJJWJSJSJWWN OKAY WAIT SO IS MK GONNA START CALLING THEM MAMA AND BABA INSTEAD OF THEIR NAMES CONTINUALLY OR WAS IT JUST THAT ONE TIME

It wont be a one time!

Anonimo ha chiesto: I hope you are resting as you should Always remember to take your time, rest first, then work, ofc as far as possible 😅. I have a fun question (if you have the time ofc 👉🏻👈🏻): will we see Feral MK again? But you know, like another kind of "demonic learning" that maybe wukong or Mac will teach him to control or see that it's not bad as it looks

For now i want my baby to either be happy or traumatized not angry.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I feel like i remember you asking about happier shadowpeach songs for your playlist, but I can't find the post anymore. But if you're still looking, Livingston's new song Glow reminds me of them and also made me think about the eclipse scenes in the comic.

Several of Livingston's other songs also give me shadowpeach vibes, but I think about them so much that I might just be seeing them everywhere at this point.

Oooh true a lot of his song fits really well!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: This is the only instance where having a kid really did bring a couple together.

TRUE LMAO

Anonimo ha chiesto: Soo...Wukong and Mac in the DBK Palace I have a question in my mind!!!! Actually I hope you to see it and draw it.. if you don't wanna it's okay! What if DBK & PIF flirt with each other or smt like this u know in front of shadowpeach?! They will probably look to each other and then blushing hard

HAHAHHA poor souls they would totally think of wanting to kiss each other but can't because they are emotionally constipated.

[kentoxo]

friction | reader (f) x crush!nanami pt.14

pairing: reader (f) x crush!nanami

synopsis: [AU] you have always had a crush on nanami. since the day you were hired as his personal assistant, you've been right at his side combating numbers and making money within the finance department for the company you two worked for. but, things take a turn when nanami catches wind of your feelings, and rejects you. little did he know the weight of his mistake.

warnings: angst, heartbreak, sexual tension, jealousy (future smut)

a/n: AHHH IM BACK YALL, IM SO SORRY I WAS GONE. life was doing its thang, but i have returned! here is a nice, warm part in attempts to apologize for my absence xo this might not be checked for spelling or anything so pls forgive me. its late and i have a baby cold but i wanted this part to come out already!

all parts: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt.7, pt.8, pt.9, pt.10, pt.11, pt.12, pt.13,

December | Tokyo, Japan | Tuesday (after work)

“Haibara, he likes me!” You screech into your phone. Your pillow was at the mercy of your ecstatic chokehold. “The Nanami likes me!” 

You had spent a good portion of your night talking with Haibara. He truly was the only one who you could share your excitement with, considering his friendship with Nanami. He was the only one who understood the stiff blonde and appreciated how you managed to sway his feelings. But, on that same note, he knew you pretty well and was the best at teasing you. 

“You’re quite excited for someone who won’t give him a chance yet,” Haibara teases you. You frown at his words, hoping he’d react like you did. “Why don’t you just let him win you over already?”

“Because!” You reply sharply, jabbing your finger in the air. “He has to earn it, especially after what he’s put me through.” 

Haibara lets out a sigh, “and if he decides to change his mind?”

You huff at his distasteful question, “he won’t.” 

Haibara lets out a small snort, “didn’t realize you knew Nanami for as long as I have. My bad.” 

Sucking your teeth, you sprawl your limbs out on your bed, your eyes distantly staring up at the ceiling, “you know I don’t know a whole lot about him… but he’s different towards me now. There’s something there that wasn’t there before.” 

“Can’t argue with that one,” Haibara admits reluctantly. “I’ve never seen Kento act like this. He’s always been to himself.” 

You smile triumphantly at his words, “it feels like I like him more because of that.” 

“Don’t start,” Haibara taps at your confidence a bit. “Anyhow, let me leave you. I’m gonna order take out and watch a drama.” 

You pout but nod to yourself, “thanks for the chat, Yu. Have a good night!” 

“You as well, Y/N.” Click. 

You toss your phone to the side, a wide smile lingering at your lips. Nanami has intentions to conquer you. And it wasn’t like you were going to deny him, despite prolonging his torture. He could write his confession and pass it to you like in grade school, and you’d still check the ‘yes’ box. Your stomach felt queasy at the thought of his re-attempt, considering his first confession still remained in your mind. 

Albeit how that bad night went. 

Inspired by Haibara (and the growling of your stomach), you get up to order yourself a bit of food as well. As you waited for the order, you fix up your hair so the delivery person didn’t think you were a hobbit. While you adjusted your face, your phone began to ring in your bedroom. You rush to fetch it, your stomach tossing with excitement for the food. But when you blindly picked up, Nanami’s raspy voice came into sound. 

“Good evening, Y/N,” Nanami hums quietly, “how are you doing?” 

You felt yourself stiffen, “a-ah, good evening, Nanami! I’m well– and yourself?” 

“I’m doing well, thank you,” Nanami replies, his voice as smooth as butter. “What are you up to tonight?” 

You awkwardly pull at your holiday PJs and smile embarrassingly to yourself, “‘m home. Just finished ordering some dinner. Is um, is there anything you need, Nanami?” 

“Ah–” Nanami’s voice halts, the breath that follows filled with hesitance. “I didn’t want to alarm you, but I am at the lobby of your building.” 

You jumped, goosebumps raising all along your arms. “U-um, can I ask why?” 

“I, um…” Nanami’s voice streams off for a moment, heavy breathing ensuing. You assume it was because of the cold, and potentially the exhaustive walk over to your house. “It is a little embarrassing to admit, but my night is not going well.” 

“Oh?” You were surprised. You’ve never seen too much of Nanami’s emotions until recently, upon his acknowledgment and confession of his newfound feelings for you. It was strange to hear the twinge of sadness in his voice, and his reticence to admit his woeful feelings. “Is everything okay?” 

“Everything is okay,” Nanami confirms, “but the thought to come see you felt right.” 

A streak of red appears on your cheeks, “a-ah! Is that so…” 

“Of course, feel free not to invite me in,” Nanami hums quickly, “I can understand the inappropriateness and suddenness of me appearing at your building. I apologize for springing this onto you.” 

It’s true. You two were not dating, and weren’t near being official by any stretch. Nanami, just previously, was your boss, the person you looked up to. He signed your pay stubs and was the person who validated your work and relied on you to do his job well. He is not at the point to come to you and cry on your shoulder. It was simply the status quo not to do wifey things for someone who hasn’t even given you the title of girlfriend yet. 

But, this was Kento Nanami we were talking about. 

“Come upstairs,” you hum. You hang up, and look back to make sure your apartment was clean. Seeing that it was spotless, you quickly check yourself in the mirror, making sure your hair looks nice. Although you lamented not putting on at least some makeup, you were at that point in life where either he likes you as you are, or doesn’t and spares you that horror. You pull down your black sweatshirt, immediately realizing that it was not yours, but the one you borrowed from Tae. 

You let out a sigh. You washed his sweatshirt with the rest of your laundry, and then just assumed it was yours as it was in the pile. You rush to the kitchen to make a note to return the sweatshirt. As you finished the sentence, a quiet knock was heard at your door. Your feet quietly tip tap over, gently unlocking everything. As you opened the door, you were met with a bag of food in your face. 

“Hold this,” Nanami sounded, his large hand dangling the delicious smelling food before you. Your eyes lingered on Nanami, before looking over at the delivery man right behind him. 

You quickly put the food on the coat rack, and bow at the delivery man, “let me grab the money, please give me a moment.” As you prepare your stride, a cold hand grabs your forearm. You turn around to look up at Nanami, who gives you a small smile. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Nanami hums. He turns to the delivery man, takes out his wallet, and pulls out a large bill. “Thank you very much. Keep the change as your tip.” The delivery man beamed at his large tip, bowing contently at Nanami before rushing down the stairs. 

You could only stare at Nanami, as he let go of your arm to let himself in. He locks the door behind him, and begins to strip off his winter garments. He was… wearing glasses. You ogled at him, your heart strings being pulled at. His jaw was clenched, his breathing getting used to the sudden warmth of your home. His hair was once again messy, his body ornate in comfy clothing, very contrasting to his usual office get up. 

Nanami notices your eyes, and smirks, “never seen a blind man, Y/N?” 

“A-ah, I’m sorry for staring,” you quickly apologize, “I don’t see you in glasses often.” A strand of his hair lands on his forehead. 

“Ah, well,” Nanami’s entire body faces you entirely, and he pushes up his lens with his middle finger, “wearing contacts at night increases the risk of forgetting that they’re still on. I usually remove them the moment I get home.” 

Here’s the Nanami you know best, “that’s a good point.” 

You two stand in a bit of awkward silence before you look up at Nanami and gesture to the living room, “would you like a cup of tea?” 

“That would be wonderful, thank you.” 

He takes his seat on the couch while you bring your food over to the kitchen island. You quickly ignore it to put a water-filled kettle onto the stove. “Honey, sugar?” 

“Hold on both, thank you,” Nanami hums. 

You nod, quickly paying attention to your food. You look over at him awkwardly, “are you hungry? I had no idea that you would be coming, I would have ordered more food…” 

Nanami quickly raises his hand, “please, my visit was completely unprecedented. You couldn’t have prepared for it.” 

You quietly stare at him. You could see the distance in his eyes, his hands resting on his knees. One of his legs bounced with some sort of anxiety, his thumbs twiddling around one another. You noticed that he barely kept his gaze towards you, looking back down after each brief silence. It felt like there was a bubble around him that he wasn’t quite ready for you to pop yet. 

With a small smile, you bring out two plates and carry it with the bag of takeout. You join him on the couch, and quickly begin to unbag your food. Nanami only watched as you began to divide your food in half. He quickly sits up and holds your forearm gently, stopping you from continuing. “There is no need, please enjoy your meal, Y/N.” 

“Food always makes me feel better when I don’t really feel the best,” you hum quietly. You gently remove his hand from your arm and give him a curt smile. “We don’t have to talk about it.” 

He looks at you, grimacing a bit. You squeeze his hand reassuringly before putting it down to continue separating the food, “I hope you like stir fry with rice, ‘cause that’s what I got.”

Nanami could only stare at you with awe. There was something there that he couldn’t quite explain. A feeling. A semblance of safety, and some sort of nostalgia. As you divided the food in your comfy clothes, he couldn’t help but feel like it should have always been this way. He watched as you cut up a few of the vegetables and meat, and added extra gravy to his plate. 

“Y/N,” he starts with another futile attempt. 

You look over at him and smiled, “I have soda and beer. Which do you fancy more?” As you waited for his answer, you noticed the food was just warm. “Ah, let me microwave these a bit.” 

You carry the plates over to the kitchen and begin to microwave them, finding the opportunity to prepare his small cup of tea upon the boiling of the water. You prepare the herbs and bring it to him, the greens steeping in the water. He takes it from you gently, his eyes still glued to you as you go to the fridge and look over at him. “Have you decided?” 

He blinks for a few moments, “a beer, if you don’t mind.” 

You grab two beers and pop the caps with the bottle opener on your fridge. You join his side once again and place his beer on the available cup holder near him. Nanami’s hazel eyes stare at you, with your hand eagerly holding your beer, waiting to toast. He quickly puts the tea down and takes the beer in his hand, earning a few giggles from you. 

“Are you anxious, Nanami?” You asked, your voice breathy. “I have some oils I can burn if it’ll help put you at ease.” 

“No, no, it’s not that at all,” he begins quietly before he clinks his beer bottle with your own. You both take a swig. His Adam's apple protrudes alluringly, his bottom lip shining with the carbonated booze. “It’s just that…” Before he could finish, his eyes burned down at your sweatshirt. 

You join him and look down, searching for a stain, “ah, did I spill something already? I just washed this, and it’s not even mine…” 

“This isn’t your sweatshirt?” He had a hunch, but he wasn’t looking forward to being right. 

You nod, “it’s Tae’s, the barista you hired? He lent it to me when I was starting to get that bad cold I got recently.” 

“Ah.” It was the only word that came out of Nanami’s lips. He silently grabs your beer and puts both drinks down on the coffee table. As the ringing of the microwave sounded, you watched as Nanami stripped off his own sweatshirt (a beautiful navy blue shade) and put out one of his hands. You stare puzzled before you notice he begins to flick his middle finger, requesting the sweatshirt you were in. 

Obediently, you strip the sweatshirt off, feeling your cheeks warm from the Hello Kitty shirt you had underneath. But Nanami pays it no mind, his hazel eyes unwavering as he fixes his sweatshirt before pulling it over your head. He lets go, allowing you to pull down the sweatshirt. The immediate smell of green tea and hinoki wood intoxicates you, the scent of Nanami taking you over. You could get drunk from his smell, unable to contain the feelings in your heart. 

“Please feel free to ask me for warmth whenever you are cold,” Nanami instructs, his eyes satisfied with your new look. He reaches over your face, and pushes a strand of loose hair to the back of your ear. “This color suits you nicely.” 

You can feel your face go completely hot, “y-yeah?” 

“I’d like to see you wear my dress shirts someday,” he says with a cheeky smile. You then jump, your face completely flushed. Nanami searches your face, confused by your reaction. But he quickly bites his tongue, realizing his words slowly. “A-ah, I’m sorry Y/N– that was highly inappropriate.” 

“It’s fine! I think the food is ready!” You escape by rushing over to the microwave, slowly bringing over two steaming plates of food. You put both plates down and retrieve the remaining plastic utensils and condiments from the bag. Fixing his plate, you quickly gesture to his plate, giving him the go to eat. 

As he picks up the plate and fork, you quickly grab a few napkins from the bag and place it by him on the table. “I hope it’s not too hot,” you murmur quietly as you pick up your own plate. “I’ll wait for you to eat if you want it to cool down a little.” 

Nanami shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips, “I can eat hot food, Y/N, don’t you worry.” 

“I have to worry about you, Nanami,” you say simply, “can’t do much about it now.” 

In this turn, Nanami felt his own heart skip a beat or two. He couldn’t help but stare at you adoringly. Despite not being able to talk about his woes, you didn’t force it out of him either. He never realized the power of companionship until he was here, eating half of your full meal, in your extremely warm apartment while you were in your PJs. He had always thought ethereal women always remained in the books of fairy tales. But then here you were, eating your food with your plate almost a little too close to your face so you didn’t spill and soil his sweater. 

“Mm!” You hummed with a mouth full of food. Quickly chewing and swallowing, you looked up at Nanami, “please tell me how much you gave the delivery man. Let me pay you back before you go.” 

Nanami looks down at you and shakes his head, silently turning to his food to begin eating. “Technically I am eating the food, therefore I owe for the meal as well.” 

You snort, “I offered you half, Nanami. So with your logic, I owe you half.” 

Nanami puts his plate down quietly. He picks up a napkin and dabs his lips clean before taking a swig of his beer. “Y/N, every time I come to your home, there seems to be a trend where bad things happen.” 

You look at him, your expression puzzled, “how do you mean?” 

“As in, every time I’ve come to visit, something unexpected happens, typically leading to something unideal for you,” Nanami says quietly. 

“Ah, please don’t say that,” you say in a sad tone, “it’s purely coincidence that everything has happened the way it has.” 

“Right, but now I think it’s true,” Nanami hums, looking over at you. There was an unwavering seriousness in his expression, his hazel eyes warm yet convincing. “It’s nothing bad, truly, but it is quite dangerous.” 

“What is?” You reply in a whisper. 

He leans over to you, his face beside yours, “my feelings for you are developing in such a way where I might accidentally skip a step or two in this relationship.” 

“H-huh?” You let out in a stammer. 

He backs away, but takes your hands into his own. He gives your hands a light squeeze, his smile capable of curing all woes you could have. “I have no intentions to rush this relationship,” Nanami begins, “once I make you mine, my intentions are to go at your pace completely. But I need you to understand that my feelings for you have progressed further than the current state of our relationship.” 

You eye him, feeling your face burn to a crisp. “A-are you trying to s-say that you…” Your eyes fall down to your legs, your heart unable to take this much feeling in the air. 

Nanami quickly chuckles, “maybe not that far, but I’m realizing now that I really do need you in my life. Because if you can make me feel better without addressing my sadness directly, then I believe I’ve always needed you in my life.” 

You felt your mind go stupid, your heart going into emotional cardiac arrest. “Nanami… anybody would do this for the person they care about.” Your voice was weak, quiet. You were always ready to undermine yourself. But Nanami will never be taken by it. 

“Right, but I’m glad I’m being cared about by you,” Nanami hums, “I don’t care about anybody when my eyes and heart are set on you.” 

You weren’t sure what was in the air, but considering Nanami’s hold on your hands and his adoration-filled eyes, you weren’t prepared for what was going to happen next. 

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Red Lights - Lost the Breakup Part 1

Ex!Lando Norris x Reader, Oscar Piastri x reader

“You’re not exhausting.” He couldn’t stop himself. “You’re like a sip of cold water on a hot day. You’re the feeling I get sitting on the grid, waiting for those red lights. You’re exciting and terrifying and I’m sorry I waited so long to say it but…” 

A/n: Hiiii guess who's back pookies, I totally not have an anatomy paper to write and procrastinated by writing this

Next Part

“Being in a relationship while being in F1 is exhausting.. That could just be me though. “

Lando  said the words so offhandedly that you’d almost missed them, but the meaning couldn't be interpreted any differently. You were exhausting. You could see his PR person gently hit his arm at the statement and he quickly changed the subject. 

The silence in your shared hotel room wrapped around you and before you knew it you had begun to pack your suitcase. Lando wouldn’t be due back for a few hours at least and that was enough time to pack up and get to the airport. 

Your phone buzzed as you were wheeling your suitcase to sit next to the door of the room. 

OP81:  I know you saw the interview. Are you ok? 

Y/n : No.

Y/n: Did you know that he felt that way? That I’m exhausting and he’s not in love? 

OP81: I was as blindsided as you. I thought you guys were great. He always talked about how he couldn't imagine life without you. 

OP81: Have you spoken to Lando? 

Y/n: No and I'm not planning to, I’m about to head to the airport. 

OP81: Need a ride? 

25 minutes later you are sitting in the passenger seat of Oscar’s hire car on your way to the airport. He hadn’t said anything the whole ride, just peeked at you periodically as you stared at the passing cars on the highway. 

“If you’re planning on jumping out, just know I already put the child lock on… and besides a guy who thinks you’re exhausting isn't worth jumping onto the highway” He says, glancing over again. 

“Duly noted.” you say, not even glancing towards him. 

“What are you going to do when you get back to Monaco? It’ll only be two days and Lando will be back, do you have somewhere to stay?” There’s a hint of worry in his voice. You realise that you didn’t know he cared that much. 

“I’ll figure something out. I’m sure I can stay in a hotel for a few days.” 

“You can stay at my place, if you want?’ Oscar suggests, “I’ve got more rooms than I know what to do with” 

You nod slightly, “That would actually be really good, I don’t think I can face being in our flat right now.” 

Oscar smoothly pulls up at the departure gate. He pulls the suitcase from the back for you. He looks at you, his expression blank but his eyes showing a hint of concern. Oscar pulls a set of keys from his pocket. 

“Here, I’ll text you the address.” He presses the keys into your hand. “Just…”  His hand comes up to wipe across his face, “Take care, y/n” 

You nod and pull Oscar into a hug. “Thank you,osc”,  you begin to tear up, “for everything. I know he’s your friend.” 

“He may be my friend but you’re my friend too,” He says into your shoulder, “ You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”

Oscar leaves a gentle kiss on your cheek, and heads towards the car. You give him a tight smile and wave after him as he drives off. 

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It was thankfully early when you arrived at Oscar’s Monaco flat. You really didn’t need any more attention on your relationship than you’d had in the past 4 hours. 

After the flood of twitter and instagram notifications regarding the comments Lando had made, it had been easier to deactivate your social media than have to look at the messages from Lando’s fans. Some were nice, sure, but the majority, or what felt like the majority, were people saying that they knew you were never good enough for him. That you’d been using him for attention or money. 

There were two messages from Lando. 

Lan: Oscar said he took you to the airport

Lan: Don’t you think you might be overreacting? 

Oscar’s flat was quiet, aside from the humm of Monaco nightlife. You never understood why New York was “the city that never sleeps” when Monaco was constantly alive from early morning cafes to midnight casino’s to the drunken groups stumbling back to hotels at 4am. 

You hadn’t left the flat for two days by the time Oscar got back on Monday morning. Curled up in bed, sporadically getting up for cups of tea before stumbling back to bed to continue the routine of crying and staring at the ceiling of the spare room. 

He knocked gently on the doorframe, leaning against it with an unreadable expression. 

“I won,” He stated. 

Your head snapped towards him at the sound of his voice, “Osc” You rasped,voice hoarse after days of crying. “What?”

“I won,” He repeated, “for you.” He cleared his throat, as if he hadn’t intended to say the second part. 

“For me?” You questioned. 

“You’re not exhausting.” He couldn’t stop himself. “You’re like a sip of cold water on a hot day. You’re the feeling I get sitting on the grid, waiting for those red lights. You’re exciting and terrifying and I’m sorry I waited so long to say it but…” 

He trailed off. “I’m sorry. I know this isn't the right time.” He turned and retreated into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

You stared at the ceiling of the room. How could you have not noticed? Every interaction with Oscar flashed in your mind. First meeting him while out clubbing with Lando after hearing so much about Lando’s new teammate; To late night runs to get ice cream cause Lando didn’t want to ruin his diet, that became habit on a Thursday night as Oscar needed his ‘secret weapon for the weekend; to the words Oscar had just breathed into your room.

You’re exciting and terrifying and I’m sorry I waited so long to say it but…

But what?

[charmedreincarnation]

Dream life before the EOTS challenge

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Hello beautiful people! I totally get it- as the end of the school year approaches, I understand there's this huge push to finally tap into our dream lives before the beginning of the next school year. But here’s the thing, I don’t want you all to get too caught up in the timing. Instead, I’m excited to share with you a mix of my favorite techniques that can truly help you tap into your dream life, as we should!

Consistency is going to be your best friend here, and naturally, feel free to adjust these to better suit your preferences. I’ve got this strong feeling that this challenge is going to be particularly impactful for those who thrive on methodical approaches and have been searching for their calling for some time now. the journey to your dream life isn’t about rushing or meeting arbitrary deadlines. It’s about finding what resonates with you, applying it with dedication, and allowing your things to unfold in its own way. Use this for anything… your dream life, shifting, the void state, it does not matter ! Just Remember, the journey to your dream life isn’t about rushing or meeting arbitrary deadlines, please be kind and patient with yourself !

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What we will be using this challenge

1.I am 100% sure technique

2.living in the end

3.reverse psychology techniques

4.Questions technique x SATs

5.optional* lucid dreaming

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1.This is inspired by @gorgeouslypink ‘s challenge but…

Every morning, as soon as you wake up, either say or write or think "I am sure that I will [insert desire]. Anytime you think of your desire, think or repeat that affirmation to yourself as a reminder. You don’t have to do it a billion times. Once is enough and move on with your life. Another tip is, one of my first shifts was by using the 5 sense method while listening to music. Affirming while listening to your favorite song or sound is basically a hack to get you into your desired state.The key is to do it while listening to a song that makes you feel euphoric and in the morning to revise your mind while it’s in theta state ! Just during those times !!! don’t parrot affirmations if it stresses you out

2. You should be "living in the end" in whatever way inspires you. I encourage you all to create your vision boards on Pinterest if you're a visual person, and really immerse yourself in the joy of knowing this is your life. Those are your pictures.

If you're more of a writer, script your success story that you'll send to me, or write a thank you note to your favorite blogger. In the draft, mention how you used this technique along with whatever else you're doing. Write with the conviction that it's real.

For those aspiring to be YouTubers, film a mock video. If you envision yourself becoming a TikToker, start drafting video ideas. And if your dream is to be an actor, do practice runs of your favorite script, if you’re going to be an entrepreneur, draft your business ideas and proposals and draw inspo from your favorite successful entrepreneurs!

Guys, fulfilling yourself and living in the end should be fun! Embrace your inner child, remember how easy it was to believe in Santa Claus even when you were with your mom buying gifts. To become famous like the kids on Disney, all you had to do was desire it and practice making the Disney sign with a wand. Let's bring that love back to manifesting.

3.If you're someone who likes vaunting or affirmations, instead of just parroting affirmations, use the reverse psychology method! Talk about how tired you are of succeeding, how you want to wake up in your CR not your DR, how you're tired of waking up in the void, how lucid dreaming every night by accident ruins your sleep schedule, etc. Do some of the vaunting in front of a mirror, I don’t know theosucholgy about it but vaunting with convections in front of mirror looking straight into my own eyes always brought me results in days.

4. Before bed, think about what you want, imagine being there, and start asking yourself creative questions. Really picture yourself in that situation and take part in it as you answer. One at a time, slowly, we'll get into each question by thinking up answers and feeling like we're really there.

The whole point is to immerse ourselves in the reality of this state as we paint the portrait. Ask yourself whatever questions, then imagine that scene. It doesn’t matter if you do 40 or just 1. Ask yourself what it’s like to enter the void state every night and have a scene of you living your dream life doing whatever you want. Ask yourself what it’s like to be a girl who shifts reality while people fight over resources in the 3D, and imagine yourself in your WR (Waiting ROOM) or DR (Desired Reality) living your dream life. Ask yourself what it’s like being someone who is wealthy in the top 0.001% and imagine a scene of buying expensive things, checking your bank account, and making lunch with finer ingredients. Again, it should be fun; it doesn’t matter how specific or vague the questions are, how long or short the scene is, whether it’s one scene or 100 scenes. Fulfill yourself in SATS (State Akin to Sleep). Whether we do this before a nap, after you wake up, or before you go to bed, it does not matter. Pair this with a nice Subliminal with good music if you desire

5.Combine this with anything from my lucid dreaming guide that resonates with you, or just assume you’ll have a lucid dream and read all the ways you can shift/manifest/or enter the void through in my LD guide!

I know how busy everyone is; this shouldn't take a lot of time, nor should it feel pressuring or like a task. We all deserve our dream life and, most importantly, we all deserve to feel fulfilled as we embody the people we truly are. During this challenge, be kind to yourself, remember why you’re doing this and who it’s for—it's for you. Be persistent and have patience, not just to be a good follower of the law but to be good to yourself! We all can do it; I know it.