#baku writes

[luvymelody]

NAME : katsuki bakugou , boku no hero academia

SONG : apple cider , beabadoobee

SUMMARY : y/n gets hit with a quirk, making their mostly stoic facade disappear, turning into a more clingy, more flirty in a way? wc : 1.8k

(y/ns quirk is practically earth-bending. its not really important tho so like dont worry)

(set around the time where they have dorms and hero license)

y/n smiled in the chair as they sat, patiently waiting as they tapped their feet on the floor and recovery girl looked around their figure, looking for any injuries.

"so, i don't see any injuries. i only see the personality change."

"they are okay though, right?"

bakugou asked, arms crossed as he leaned on the wall near the door of the nurse's office as he looked down to the ground, his eyes gazing up to the smiling y/n.

"yeah they are. i believe it's made them the opposite personality they are, simple thing really- it'll last for about a week. for now, i think it's best you act like everything's normal. say yes to whatever they say. i also don't believe they'll remember anything the next week-"

-

"katsuki!"

"yeah i know, idiot!"

bakugou yelled out, using his quirk to jump up into the air to avoid the villains running to tackle him, using his explosions on the villain coming his way. y/n stomped the ground as the ground made a crumbled path towards a group of villains, sending them into the air and todoroki froze them in air using his ice.

there was a villain hiding in the alleyway near the fight, watching his group being beaten by just three measly high schoolers. yeah they might be in the hero course but they were still teenagers!

"i think.. we're done.."

y/n breathed out, their hands resting on their hips as the two other guys went to stand with y/n, walking towards them.

"god, i did most of the work."

bakugou said, panting slowly as todoroki breathed out ice. y/n glanced around the area, seeing civilians taking photos of them on the sidelines of the streets.

"katsuki, your turn to take photos with civilians."

"hah? no way."

"me and shoto did it yesterday, your turn."

"argh, you're useless!"

bakugou yelled out, begrudgingly stomping his way to the civilians as they squealed, hitting each other and fixing themselves up in their phone cameras.

y/n watched as bakugou walked away, admiring him in a way. y/n's class saw them as the quiet, but powerful and strong person. y/n didn't mind it as todoroki was the same. but rather, y/n admired bakugou. even if they were friends and seemed to be considered 'close'. it's not like you can't admire your friends, right?

y/n's eyes glided back towards todoroki, but then suddenly a dash of colour came into their view, as they looked towards it and turns out, there was a villain aiming for bakugou, who didn't see, still walking towards the civilians as they didn't notice the villain either, too focused on bakugou.

without thinking, y/n's feet dashed towards bakugou, pushing him out of the way as the villain's hand latched onto their face, their eyes fluttering shut as y/n passed out on the ground.

bakugou stumbled forward, turning around and seeing y/n on the floor, their eyes closed and the villain standing over them. bakugou respected y/n in a way, they were strong, stronger than the whole class, even bakugou could admit. there was admiration that bakugou felt for y/n, he was also fearful of possible feelings that he felt for y/n, pushing them down.

"..who do you think you are, you villain?!"

bakugou yelled, his hands behind him as he launched himself towards the villain, his hands latching onto the villain's shoulder as bakugou sent him tumbling to the ground.

"what did you do to them, hah?"

todoroki ran to y/n, crouching down and checking their pulse.

"they're just passed out."

todoroki said to bakugou, who looked back at him and then bakugou looked back down to the villain on the floor, his knee digging into the villain's back.

"what's your quirk? and you better tell me straight or else."

-

y/n walked down the hall with bakugou by their side, y/n linking their arm as they held bakugou's arm who's hands were in his pockets.

"katsuki! are you hungry?"

"mhm yeah. do you want me to make you something?"

"oh yeah please!"

y/n became nicer, more clingy with everyone, but mostly bakugou. bakugou felt his chest warm up at the tone of voice y/n used to call his name, 'katsuki!' .

they made their way together to the kitchen, as bakugou made his way to the fridge and cabinets, taking some ingredients and setting them on the counter.

"do you want me to help, katsuki?"

"just sit there and look pretty."

bakugou said, setting down the egg carton on the counter, before walking over to y/n, picking them up by the waist, both hands firmly on the side of their waist as he lifted them up to sit on the counter next to the stove.

y/n payed no mind to bakugou's touch, smiling wide as they swung their feet, their feet not touching the ground.

a good thing about this quirk effect was how sweet y/n was. bakugou was used to the nonchalantly y/n, pretty y/n sitting there like no one was bothered by how pretty they were, even if they acted so stoic all the damn time.

another good thing was bakugou could make this into his advantage, try to make y/n feel giddy in a way. it's not like they’ll remember anything, right?

bakugou grabbed an egg out of it's place. grabbing four and cracking them into a bowl while separating the whites and the yolk.

"can i mix the yolk?"

y/n asked, twindling their fingers as they waited for bakugou's response as he looked sideways to look at them.

"yeah, here."

bakugou handed y/n the bowl of yolks while also handing them a pair of chopsticks, watching y/n mix the yolks while they stuck their tongue out a little in focus. bakugou forcing his eyes to look away to put rice into the rice cooker.

-

bakugou watched as y/n ate their omelette, eating his omelette calmly as y/n practically swallowed the whole meal in 3 bites. quickly finishing it as they waited for bakugou to finish his.

"what do you wanna do, pretty?"

bakugou mumbled, putting their dishes in the sink, thinking 'class rep is gonna do them anyway'. y/n heard his voice, smiling softly.

"i'm sleepy, can we have a sleepover in your dorm?"

bakugou nodded, bringing his hand towards y/n's as he clutched onto it, bringing y/n to the elevator.

-

the next day, it was a friday. class 1-a got excused from class early to rest. it was a friday anyway. nonetheless, the class cherished the rare wide smiles that y/n was giving them, doing whatever they could to make y/n smile bigger.

"guys! i say we have a movie night tonight!"

mina said, her hand in the air to direct the classes attention to her.

"what movie?"

"let's binge watch all the harry potter movies!"

"hell nah cuh"

-

eventually, the whole class agreed. mostly everyone set up the comfy area of blankets and pillows, making a little oval around the large couch that sat infront of the large flat screen tv that the dorms had supplied for the students.

bakugou only agreed to come to sit next to y/n, as close as he could, and no one could comment on it because y/n wanted to sit next to bakugou!

y/n sat in the floor, their back leaning on the couch as kirishima sat on the couch behind them, y/n between his legs. bakugou sat on their left, the closet people to him were kirishima and y/n. y/n’s legs were under a blanket to create warm underneath, bakugou also under the blanket close to y/n. y/n held onto bakugou’s hand, playing with his fingers as bakugou watched y/n’s hands work.

no one could see anyway, bakugou thinks a bird just got murdered, but he doesn’t know, nor care really.

y/n gingerly intertwines their fingers, rubbing their thumb along bakugou’s own. y/n places a leg between bakugou’s legs, getting impossibly close to him as bakugou lets it happen, getting closer to y/n aswell.

“what you doing, dumbass?”

bakugou whispered, not letting anyone else but y/n hear his voice, it was slightly raspy in a way, he had never talked in such a soft tone.

“jus’ wanna get close to you..”

y/n admitted, looking up into bakugou’s eyes. thank god the lights were off and the tv was emitting a small bit of light, bakugou’s face was burning, but maybe y/n could already tell by his sweaty palms. he’s had to wipe his hands on the blanket several times already.

y/n looked around to their classmates, leaning into bakugou’s ear as they placed a hand over their mouth to cover their voice. at the same time, bakugou placed his hand on y/n’s lower back, leaning his ear towards them.

“can i sit between your legs?”

y/n asked, leaning back out with a soft smile adoring their lips. bakugou couldn’t resist, not saying anything but just moving the blanket and tapping the space between his legs.

y/n smiled widely, quickly getting up a little bit and sitting down between bakugou’s legs. y/n leaned back on bakugou while he wrapped his arms around y/n, holding onto their waist and he liked the way it slightly squished under his rough hands. bakugou placed his head into the crook of their neck, snuggling his nose into the side of their neck as y/n giggled, telling bakugou ‘that tickles!’ .

bakugou rested his chin on y/n’s shoulder, getting comfortable as y/n rested their full body weight on bakugou.

“you’re lucky i like you.”

bakugou mumbled, it was nearly silent, but since it was right next to y/n’s ear, they heard all of it. y/n’s smile disappeared, their face being replaced with embarrassment and a burning hot face. y/n turned their head to the right, facing their head away as they were flustered.

"hah? are you embarrassed, pretty?"

bakugou let go of y/n's waist, rubbing at their hips as they placed their hands on bakugou's thighs, avoiding bakugou looking at them.

"do you not like me?"

y/n gasped, whipping their head around and hitting bakugou on the chest as he yelped slightly at the sudden action.

"of course i do. why do you think i hang out with you more than anyone else?"

y/n mumbled the last bit, looking back at the movie like they've been paying attention.

"you're gonna watch the movie now?"

"i've been watching the whole time, what do you mean?"

y/n quickly said, their hands crossing above their chest as bakugou leaned into them, his chest touching their back.

"you want me to stop?"

y/n didn't answer straight away, but eventually,

"no.."

bakugou heard the small mumble, as he hid a chuckle and a smirk by digging his face into their neck, which made y/n smile at the ticklish feeling, which made them laugh quietly, smacking bakugou softly to get him to stop.

[leclerking]

Norris out in Q1 the same weekend he was proclaimed first driver

[awkwardbakugou]

movie theater date!!

[lost-in-fandoms]

Maxiel soulmates AU in which people get numbers (numbers, dates, timestamps, coordinates...) on their wrist for important events in their soulmate's life.

For a long time Daniel's parents think he's broken.

They don't use quite those words obviously, but they're worried enough to make him think that there's something wrong with him. It's not unusual to not get soulmarks when you're very young, not many important things happen to toddlers, but when he turns eight and there's still no sign of any, they take him to a doctor. The doctor tells them not to worry, that maybe his soulmate is a late bloomer, or maybe a couple of years younger. They'll come.

When he turns ten, they take him to a specialist, who does all sort of things to him, from drawing blood to reaction tests to even a brain scan, but turns up empty handed. They'll come, is all she can say.

Daniel doesn't really care. He's eleven now, and he thinks all this soulmates stuff is a bit dumb. If you were meant to be with someone, why wouldn't the universe make it easier to find your way to them? Why would it put any sort of numbers on your skin instead of just a pair of coordinates and a date and a big old "MEET HERE" above it? Plus, plenty of people are happy without their soulmate. Some people can't afford to run after the numbers that appear on their skin, and they still find love. Daniel doesn't even want a soulmate anyway.

The day after he turns twelve he gets his first soulmark. It's just a small 2 on the inside of his wrist, but his mom cries over it. Daniel bites at it when he's alone in his room, before it disappears, wishing his soulmate could feel it.

They come more often after that, mostly random numbers and dates, but one day, when he's sixteen, a pair of coordinates. He tells himself he doesn't care, he's just curious, but he still looks them up. Turns out it's some place in northern France and, without his consent, his brain starts conjuring an image of his soulmate: a pretty french girl, with a long brown braid.

He's in Italy when he gets the second pair of coordinates, after a few years of just incomprehensible numbers, and for a moment he doesn't know how to react. She's in Italy too. Not that far away from him actually. He could probably take a train there, or a bus, if he wanted to.

But he doesn't want to. He has things to do, and he doesn't care about his soulmate anyway.

The coordinates keep coming from time to time, among the numbers. They're almost always scattered around Europe (France, Spain, Italy, Belgium....) and even when he knows he could probably get there in a reasonable amount of time he never goes.

He has gotten into the habit of recording all the soulmarks he gets in a small notebook his mom had given him years and years ago, just out of curiosity. Sometimes, when he's feeling particularly lonely, he goes through the pages, rubbing his finger over the recorded dates and numbers.

Sometimes he wonders what she gets from him. Did she get the date of when he got into a kart for the first time? Maybe the coordinates of the first race he won? The number of his first Formula Renault car?

Some other times he tries to make sense of all the numbers he got (2, 18, 3, 24, 30, 110, 1...), wonders if she maybe moves around a lot and those are the numbers of her hotel rooms, or her address, of her seat on a flight. Usually he remembers he doesn't care before he can find any pattern to it.

One thing that he was not ready for when he finally reaches Formula 1 is how many questions about soulmates he was going to get. Reporters are of course always asking if he has "found her yet", but even the drivers are nosy, asking if he plans on getting to her next coordinates, or if he has figured anything out about her. Sebastian tells him about the time he had found his soulmate, when they were both still in high school. She had gotten a timestamp, something Daniel has never gotten, and when the time had come she had found herself sitting next to Sebastian on a bus. There had been no date, but it hadn't been necessary. They had both just known.

Daniel tries his best to never talk about soulmates with Sebastian again.

He still writes all the dates and numbers (he recently added a 33 to his collection) in his notebook, but, as he tells anyone who asks, he's here to race, not to go on a wild goose chase. If it happens it happens, if not, he'll still be happy.

Max is both quieter and louder than Sebastian. He's awkward and a bit shy, but when Daniel manages to make him laugh for the first time he's so loud Daniel almost startles. Max has a bracelet over his wrist, covering the spot where his soulmarks must appear. Daniel doesn't ask about it.

In Spain, after the race, Daniel finds the day's date on his wrist. It looks a little bigger than usual, maybe, but he doesn't know what that could mean. He doesn't really care. It's funny though how many people seem to be having an important day that day.

Max asks about his soulmate only once. They're in Malaysia and they're both drunk and Daniel is starting to consider if it's morally and physically wrong to get both him and Max another shot when Max brings it up.

"Your soulmate..." he says, finger almost touching the 2 on Daniel's wrist. Daniel tenses, doesn't know if he wants Max to draw back or draw closer, but Max does neither thing, just hovering there. It feels like standing a little too close to an old cable TV, and Daniel drags his arm away.

"What about her?" he asks, harsher than he meant to be. He sees Max stiffen a little, but doesn't really care. He doesn't want to have this conversation, especially not here and not now.

"Do you think you will want to find them one day?" There's something in Max's voice, something too complicated for Daniel to decipher. If Max is still able to have a coherent conversation about soulmates, it means Daniel is going to have to get him that shot.

"I don't care," he says, hoping Max gets from his tone that the conversation is over. When he sees him frown and open his mouth again though, he knows he's going to have to deviate further.

He pushes his shoulder against Max's, jostling him before slinging his arm around his neck, subtly pointing at the people around the club.

"Besides," he murmurs directly in Max's ears. He feels him shiver and press closer, so he raises his voice slightly. "Why would I need some French girl, when there's plenty of available ones here, yeah?"

He feels Max freeze against him, but he's already pushing off, laughing. As far as he's concerned, this conversation is over. He has drinks to drink and girls to kiss. He's a winner today, who cares about all this bullshit anyway?

Max never asks again.

From time to time, Daniel feels him looking, but Max is always looking at him anyway. It's easy to ignore when his wrist is the object of his focus.

Things start seriously going downhill during 2018. The car is unreliable, the team's focus has clearly shifted to Max, Daniel feels rejected and disrespected. Things with Max are still mostly good outside the track, but in the garage the tension is rising and rising. Daniel knows it's going to snap, everyone knows it, he just isn't expecting it to snap because of him crashing in the back of his own fucking teammate.

He's never felt like this, livid with rage and so much disappointment he doesn't even know how to deal with it. He's mean in the interviews, angry in the debrief, snappy with Michael. When he sees Max walking towards him while he's trying to leave the paddock, a hole in the shape of his fist left behind, he glares hard enough to make anyone run. But not Max, of course. He tries to talk to him, tries to explain, again, why it wasn't his fault. Daniel just tells him to get lost, barely stops himself from raising his fist again.

He's had enough. Of the car, of the team, of Max. He wants to be left alone. Obviously though the universe has decided that he's not suffered enough for a day, because when he finally gets to his hotel room there are numbers on the inside of his wrist. Coordinates.

Without really meaning to, he finds himself looking them up. Closing the tab, opening it again, carefully putting them in, once, twice, three more times.

Baku. The coordinates are in the paddock.

He feels nauseous. His hands are shaking when he goes to grab his notebook. Everything suddenly makes terrible sense. Not getting soulmarks for so long, the coordinates all around Europe, the karting numbers. Spain 2016. The 33.

He turns the pages, hoping the numbers will change, hoping he is making it all up. Irritatingly though, Sebastian had been right once again. He just knows. His soulmate isn't some pretty girl waiting for him in France.

His soulmate is Max Verstappen.

[yusa-lisaxyuta]

Bakugou Fluff

ok its suggestive Fluff but not nsfw !!! I promise!

moaning during a kiss drabble <333 [x fem!reader] (ur hubby n wifey ugh)

You both sigh together in unison, the sweet sound of your front door clicking closed being music to your ears. You smile at each other briefly, kicking off your shoes and walking towards the kitchen together, a routine you two developed over the years. You turn on the faucet and start washing your hands as always, smiling at the welcome feeling of your husband's strong arms wrapping around your waist. He stands there, pressing the occasional kiss to your neck as you dried your hands.

"I had fun tonight ya know," you start, placing your now-dry hands over his. He swats them off, mumbling as he moves to take your place in front of the sink. "You'll get 'em dirty again, Dumbass," he says, trying to ignore the anticipation in his chest as he awaits the rest of your words.

You just scoff and shake your head, sitting on the counter behind him as he finishes up. Once done he slots himself between your thighs, holding you close. "You're cute like this, y'know Katsu? Always been the best at plannin' ahead...It fits you, y'know," you mumble into his hair, playing with the short stubble on the back of his neck. You both feel the skin of his face heat, an embarrassed yet accepting grunt coming from his throat as he tries to play off the loud beating of his heart. "Yeah yeah, talk your shit. Just make it fast, it's almost 10... 's time f'bed," he mutters,holding you tighter despite his words.

You smile softly in return, tilting his chin up so his eyes meet yours. "I know," you whisper, barely getting the words out before kissing his lips lovingly, his hand instantly reaching for yours as he kisses back. He sighs softly, letting you pull away when you're ready.

"Fuck, you taste so much sweeter today..."

His hands grip your hips as he yanks you closer, standing slightly straighter as his breath brushes against your lips. His eyes scan your features closely, skills honed from years of hero patrol.

"Kats- mmnh.."

Your words were silenced by his lips once more, the action pulling the softest whimper from your mouth. The grip he has on you tightens, his hands swiftly moving to your ass as he lifts you from the countertop. He carries you to your shared bedroom with ease, opening and closing the door all without his lips leaving yours. After what felt like an eternity, you feel the soft sheets under you as he finally lays you down on the bed, pulling away as you both gasp for air.

He didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

"Best decision ever..," he whispered, your lips meeting his again. The sloppy make out session continued awhile longer, his hands and lips making your thoughts fuzzy with each passing second. You moan quietly against his lips, the blonde pulling away soon after. You both lay there panting like dogs in the summer heat, faces equally flushed. There was just something about seeing you breathless, pinned so perfectly beneath him- it broke his resolve in ways he could never comprehend. His eyes darkened as he took in every detail, even the slight sway to your breasts with every deep breath you take. He finally leans back, yanking his shirt over his head with a low growl. You grin, your eyes scanning over each and every scar visible on his perfect body.

"So much for goin' to sleep, Kats?"

He growls in response, pinning you down roughly.

"Save it," he rasps, eyeing you like prey. "I plan on calling out tomorrow anyway. Now shut up 'n lemme fuck you like there is no tomorrow..."

[ofmermaidstories]

i need bakugou katsuki to need me.

[silverhairsimp]

Soccer Practice

I took my dogs for a walk around this park that had so many soccer teams practicing and this idea came to mind. I have't written anything in over a year and just pumped this out in 30 minutes, so please me nice to me 🥹 This was supposed to be a quick little drabble and here we are at 1.5k words. not proof read.

PS: shout out to @saradika for the banner access <3

Pairing: Kiri x Kat x Reader Summary: Your husbands take your daughter to soccer practice, but what happens when their little girl starts growing up and getting too independent for her dads? Content: Reader & Kat have a biological daughter. Kiri, reader and Kat are married. Fluff, fluff, fluff. I hope this makes your heart happy.

You remember when she first found a love for the game. It was unlike anything you had seen before. You first found her running around in the playground with her friends after school, kicking that tiny ball back and forth. If you’re being honest, she wasn’t very good right off the bat, but who is? When it came time to talk about joining a real soccer team, her nerves got the best of her. “Do I have to, mommy? It’s scary… what if I mess up” she had been so afraid of not getting along with the girls on her team, or not being good enough. But her dads were right there to reassure her. “Yer my kid, aren’t’cha?” Katsuki would put his hands on either side of her as he sat her on the counter, giving her that little pep talk, “Y’know what that means, right?” She rubbed her eyes with her little hands and nodded her head, “means I’m gonna be the best..” she’d mumble and the grin on her dads face was unmatched. “Got that right, squirt. Now c’mon, go get your daddy and we’ll practice in the backyard.

You watched with a smile on your face as Eijiro and Katsuki, your two husbands, kicked the ball back and forth with your daughter. When Katsuki would push her too hard, Eijiro was right there to pick her back up and reassure her everything was going to be just fine and that she’s going to do great: “Your still learning, sweets. Don’t get too worked up about it, just keep goin’, okay?” Eijiro was so good with her. And while your daughter might biologically be Katsuki’s, she’s got Eijiro’s personality and his big heart to match.

When the time came for her very first competitive soccer practice, she was so nervous. Trying to keep a brave face as you sat her on the counter next to the sink in your bathroom and styled her hair in two braided pony tails. “Your dad’s are gonna take you today, okay baby? I’ll have dinner ready to go when you get home. Sound good?” You asked her and she nodded her head, quietly asking for her favorite after such a big day. You made her a promise to her her favorite on the table as soon as she walked in the door and agreed she could take a bath after practice too. 

The three of them were loaded up in the car, your six year old sporting a little pout with bleary eyes almost the whole way. It didn’t go unnoticed, but neither of her dads wanted to bring any more attention to it as she tried so hard to keep it together. When they finally pull into the parking lot in front of the giant field, she unfolded her tiny hands and waited for one of them to open the door and unbuckle her seat belt, immediately looking to hold both their hands as she walked in to find her team. 

“There they are, you ready to go?” Eijiro would lean down and ask her. She’d give him a little frown and squeeze his hand a little tighter, “You’ll stay, right? You’re not gonna leave me here alone?” He’d wrap her up in his big strong arms and “Promise we’ll be right here on the sidelines watchin’ ya… See? Dad even brought the chairs.” It used to take her 20, sometimes 30 minutes to work up the courage to get on the field, no matter how much encouragement the two of them would give her, she was still so nervous. 

Her coaches were great, doing their best to integrate her into drills that she felt comfortable with, encouraging some of the other girls to ask her to pass. The first week definitely wasn’t the easiest, but she always had her dads, and you, encouraging her to just show up everyday. 

As the weeks went, she got more and more comfortable, started making more friends and was overall enjoying it so much more than she had before. She couldn’t wait for practices. Now, when you styled her hair in her bathroom, she’d rave about all the girls she was going to ask to pass with, who she was going to score on and you had to remind her to not talk about ‘breaking anyones ankles’ like her dad told her to do. Of course, Katsuiki’s defense was that he meant for her to do it to the other team… not her own. 

There was a very clear switch in her demeanor. When they drove to practice that day, she wore a smile on her face, wouldn’t stop talking about how excited she was and upon pulling into that same parking spot they always had, she was reaching for her own seatbelt. “Dad!! Open the door!! Hurry up!” She’d tell Katsuki as soon as the car had come to a stop, not even put into park yet. He’d have to gently remind her no to tug on the door handles like that and they still had 15 minutes until practice started. “I know! But I wanna go! My best friend said we were gonna shoot on the cage before practice starts!” He and Eijiro exchange a look, silently wondering when and where this ‘best friend’ came from and how just a few weeks ago they weren’t sure she even liked soccer anymore. 

Eijiro was the one to get out first, opening the door for her, only for her to jump out on her own and make a b-line for the open gate in the fence. “Look both ways!!!” He’d shout at her when she ran through rows of cars without looking first.

Instead of holding her hand on the way in, they’d each hold their own chairs, wondering: “When did she get so independent?” Eijiro would ask. “She gets it from her mother.” Katsuki would respond with a smile on his face. “Kinda makes ya feel like we’re not needed anymore…” 

They’ve both got a gloomy look on their face, their little girl had grown up before their eyes in a matter of weeks… It was a hard pill to swallow, and as they sat and watched her practice with a proud smile on their face, they couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad that their baby girl doesn’t need them like she used to. 

On the way home, she babbled on and on about her practice. “Did you see that goal I scored?! Or when I passed the ball through that girls legs?! That was so cool, wasn’t it dad?”  They’d both nod their heads, each letting her know how proud they are of her and to keep up the hard work. 

You could tell something was different when the three of them arrived home that night. Your daughter was glowing, raving about all the same things she had in the car to her dads. The latter sat quietly at the dinner table, moving around the veggies on their plates. When she cleared her own plate and padded off to the bathroom to take a shower, because she was ‘too old to take baths anymore’ you couldn’t help but ask: “What’s gotten into you both?? She had a good practice didn’t she?” “That’s the thing…” Katsuki would start, “it was so good. She doesn’t need us anymore.” “What on earth are you talking about?” You’d question with an huff and your hands on your hips. “He’s right, she doesn’t even need us to walk her in anymore. She just runs in on her own.” Eijiro would add with a pout on his lips, the same one your daughter would sport when it was time to get ready all those weeks ago. 

“Don’t you two think you’re being a little melodramatic?”  You’d cross your arms over your chest and shake your head with a smile. “Just because she’s growing up, doesn’t mean she isn’t going to need you both.”

“I didn’t sign up for this ‘growin’ up shit—” “Language, Katsuki. And you kinda did when you knocked me up. That’s sorta what happens… look at the three of us, from high school, to college, to married with a kid. We grew up too.” Eijiro would argue that you weren’t helping because now all he’s thinking about is when your little girl gets to be a high school and college graduate, and they’re going to have to walk her down the aisle someday. “All I’m trying to say is that she’s always gonna need you, both of you. She’s learning to figure herself out and she found something she loves and enjoys. You both should be proud of her for that.” You stand between them and place a kiss on each of their lips as they each loop an arm around your waist. They are proud of her, beyond proud even. But as they sit here with you between them, listening to your little girl as she turns on the shower, they can’t help but think about how they are so lucky to have you. You really had been the glue that tied them all together, and you truly are the best mom in the world. The more they think about it, it’s only a matter of time before they’re both begging you for another one, and this time is Ei’s turn. 

[il-predestinato]

Charles: "Prepare the other helmet with the darker visor please." Xavi: "This is the darkest visor we have." Charles: "Okay, copy." Max: "The sun is becoming lower and lower. It's quite annoying." GP: "Yeah, understood. Do you want your tape?" Max: "No, it's okay. Just annoying." GP: "Understood." "So - Verstappen and Leclerc on the same page there." 🚫☀️

Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen | Q1 | 2023 Azerbaijan Grand Prix

🎥: F1TV (team radio)

[maxpadelchampion]

watched quali late today but I think the recap is: max continues to be homotron 3000, checo sleeper agent activated, CHARLES LECLERC POLE POSITIONNNN, and lando, as always, continues to be TRASH

[its-all-papaya]

Omg Landoscar and I can’t remember the number but “in relief”, maybe one of them gets in a bad crash and the other rushes to the hospital/thinks the other is dead, thought they didn’t get to confess their love 👁️👁️

hi bestie, i fucking did it again. have 3.3k of honestly kind of ouchy landoscar? the relief is there, but there are other things too. it got out of hand.

send me a ship and a number and i will write a kiss

29. in relief | landoscar | 3.3k

Oscar’s in the garage when it happens. His engine’s acting up, and it’s a miracle they’ve made it this far into the season without a flukey mechanical failure, but it doesn’t save the frown he directs at his mechanics anyway. It’s free practice, someone is saying to him, we can fix it before tomorrow, and Oscar is halfway through crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child when someone says oh, shit loudly from behind them. It’s worse than they realized, he thinks, he’s going to have to sit out qualifying and start P-fucking-20. And of course it’s his car, because it’s always Oscar’s things breaking lately – his rib, his engine, his-

“Jesus,” someone else says, and Oscar finally checks over his shoulder to see what the fuss is about.

The pit wall is gathered around a screen together, everyone’s shoulders overlapping, and there’s- god, he can’t quite see, but there’s definitely too much smoke to be routine. His brain is almost through sorting the chaos when he realizes, “That’s-”

“Oscar,” someone says, a hand low on his back, hooking around his waist, guiding him back the other direction, “don’t-”

“I’m not,” he says. And he’s not. His eyes are already squeezed shut, chin tucked against the high neck of his fireproofs like he can hide away from it. Because through the smoke there had been a lot of orange, too much to just be flames. And the only other papaya car is a foot to his left.

read it all on ao3 <3

[merakiui]

fighting the urge to write yet another prompt with the fish, but i genuinely think this one could fit jade (and his monstrous appetite) so well. orz once more, i would like to know what everyone thinks in the poll below. :D

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I only saw one ship with shinso so I was juat curious what you thought of him in general? I normally find him interesting buthis fanon sort of persona almoat to me has more substance than the canon character.

I like Shinso! He's one of my favorite characters from UA! I think all fanon interpretations of character will have more substance than the canon material because in fanon hundreds (if not hundreds of thousands) of people have been analyzing and iterating on a character who was probably only worked on by like twenty people? (Like from the creator to writer rooms if applicable to editors and directors by the time we get into other mediums, etc).

I think his backstory is very interesting because he's one of the few UA students who experienced quirk discrimination for having a quirk that was considered villainous. That's a very interesting idea to put into conversation especially up against Toga given her own experiences (which is why I had a scene with the two of them talking about it in the Bonded series). I think any character can be analyzed to be more complex than they are, but Shinso does have a lot of material to work with despite his limited appearances, and I enjoy him a lot.

[scarlet-traveler]

Every time Eijirou arrived at the little coffee shop a couple blocks from campus, the cute blond would be there.

That in and of itself wasn’t strange—it was a coffee shop, Eijirou was bound to see other fellow college students there, looking dead to the world as they got their caffeine fix for the day. What was strange was that the guy was always there when Eijirou got there not long after the cafe opened, when the scent of fresh-baked goods still hung heavy in the air and the rest of the world was still trying to get another hour of sleep.

He’d become part of Eijirou’s morning routine by this point: he’d arrive around 6:30 AM, greet whatever tired-looking college-aged kid was working the counter that day, order a french vanilla cappuccino and whatever pastry caught his eye, and settle at his favorite booth near the back of the shop where he would have peace to draw and a perfect view of the pretty blond as he did his own work.

The other guy always stuck close to the exit, sipping from a travel coffee cup rather than one of the shop’s mugs as he worked on his laptop and the assorted papers scattered across the tabletop, completely in the zone of…whatever he was doing. Something super complicated if the graphs and equations Eijirou had spotted on some of the pages as he came in were anything to go by. He must’ve been majoring in the sciences or something. Pretty and smart.

Eijirou hadn’t initially planned on watching the blond every morning. He hadn’t! Curiosity at the other early-riser had just grown into a few glances as he drew in his sketchbook between bites of breakfast, and soon it had become open (albeit sneaky) staring as he tried to learn as much about him as he could without actually interacting with him.

Pretty Blond (the name Eijirou had decided to give him for the time being) never really paid attention to his surroundings, earbuds in and blocking out everything around him. He also made a lot of faces as he worked. Most of the time he had a concentrated pout on his lips, but sometimes it would scrunch up into a frustrated scowl, his eyebrows angled downward and the barest hint of teeth showing past his lips as he angrily typed, or he’d have a wide triumphant smirk after puzzling through a hard problem that made Eijirou’s heart flutter in his chest the slightest bit. He liked seeing that face.

There was one morning as he’d been sketching that that smirk had grown on the blond’s face, the guy even lightly pumping his fist in triumph, and Eijirou suddenly had the thought to immortalize that look forever.

He stopped the still-life drawing of his croissant he’d been working on, and he flipped to the next page of his sketchbook and started drawing as fast as he could, determined to get as many details down as he could before that smile left his memory. It wasn’t his best work, the face slightly lopsided without his usual guidelines, and he hadn’t bothered erasing where he’d made mistakes, but that proud smirk shined up at him out of the page so he couldn’t hate it.

It became a thing after that, to use Pretty Blond as a drawing model every morning. Eijirou had been wanting to practice drawing people more, so what better way than to reference the guy that had so thoroughly grabbed his attention over the last few weeks?

Which brought him to today.

Eijirou hunched over his sketchbook, taking peeks at the blond every few seconds as he drew. He’d arrived a little later than usual, but the blond was still there at his usual table, and Eijirou had internally breathed a sigh of relief of not missing him.

The blond wasn’t making any faces today, and he wasn’t working on the multitude of papers he usually had either. Only his travel mug and a book sat on the table, and the guy had his head propped up on his elbow, a fist smushed into his cheek as he read. Early morning sunlight filtered in through the window behind him, casting his face in slight shadows while seeming to make his ash blond hair appear like it was on fire.

It was a beautiful sight, and Eijirou was doing his best to capture it in simple graphite.

Glance up, adjust the blond spikes—

Glance up, deepen the shading across soft cheekbones—

Glance up, add the tiny mole on the left side of his mouth he’d just noticed—

Glance up—

Eijirou breath hitched, his pencil freezing.

Pretty Blond was looking back at him.

Time was frozen as they stared at each other across the coffee shop, Eijirou’s eyes wide and the blond’s own unreadable, but it kickstarted back into action when the blond flicked his eyes downward toward Eijirou’s sketchbook before going back to his face, an eyebrow cocking.

Even with several feet between them, Eijirou felt his blood run cold from that gaze. Shit, had he noticed him staring? Did he know Eijirou was drawing him? He had to if his gaze had found the sketchbook so quickly.

Unable to hide it, Eijirou shakily lifted the sketchbook and flipped it around so the half-finished sketch was facing Pretty Blond.

Immediately the blond’s eyebrows rose in surprise, and he even sat up straighter as he looked at the drawing. But…he didn’t look mad. He was just staring, but his intense gaze darting across the page still made Eijirou fidget nervously in his seat.

It’s not until the blond’s gaze met Eijirou’s again that he finally set the journal back down. The eye contact lingered, the other’s gaze scrutinizing, and Eijirou was trying to figure out how to beg for forgiveness for this huge overstep in boundaries when the blond propped his head on his fist again, almost identically to how he was before, and he waved lazily at Eijirou in a ‘go on’ gesture.

Eijirou blinked. He…he was letting him finish the drawing?

As if hearing the question out loud, Pretty Blond glared as if Eijirou had said something stupid before nodding at the sketchbook.

Eijirou scrambled to grab his pencil then, and he could feel heat rising to his cheeks as he got back to work. The light had shifted some as the sun continued to rise, but he could make this work.

As he glanced over at the blond again, he had that smirk on his lips as he watched Eijirou. He quickly dropped his gaze to the sketchbook, his entire face burning.

Damn that smirk.

It was maybe half an hour later when Eijirou finally finished, and he still had another twenty minutes or so before he needed to be at the art studio on campus. Before he could leave though he tore the finished sketch from his journal and stood, crossing the invisible barrier across the coffee shop to approach Pretty Blond’s table. He looked just as surprised to see Eijirou coming, pausing where he had been putting his book back into his backpack.

Eijirou stopped on the other side of the table, and before he could chicken out he thrust the drawing into the other’s hands. “Here. It’s only right that you keep it.” His now free hand then went to the back of his neck, scratching it awkwardly as a sheepish grin pulled at his lips. “I’m really sorry for just drawing you like that, that was probably super creepy and I should’ve asked first.”

Fortunately the blond didn’t look too creeped out, instead taking the drawing and examining it further. Eventually he shrugged, and he dug out a pen from his bag, scribbled something on the corner of the page, and pushed it back across the table toward Eijirou. “Keep it. Just buy me a coffee next time and we’re even.”

Eijirou picked up the sheet to see what he wrote: in a neat scrawl was the name Bakugou Katsuki—Pretty Blond’s name? He liked it—and below it was—

Eijirou’s heart skipped a beat. Was that his phone number?

His eyes jumped up to Bakugou, who was watching him expectantly. Instantly, a wide smile spread across Eijirou’s lips. “Yeah, sure man! Same time tomorrow?”

“Sure.” Bakugou finished putting away his things before standing and slinging his bag over his shoulder, and with a wave over his shoulder he headed for the door. “Later, Shitty Hair.”

“It’s Kirishima, actually!” he called after Bakugou, but he only received a middle finger in response before he was out the door, the little bell over it ringing as it swung closed.

The next morning saw the same schedule: french vanilla cappuccino, a blueberry scone today, and heading to his booth in the back. Only this time, he wasn’t alone.

Bakugou was already sitting in the booth, his laptop and papers out, but there was still room on the tabletop for Eijirou’s own things. He looked up as the redhead approached, and Eijirou had the pleasure of seeing a real smile grace his lips. It was small, but it was there.

“Hey man!” Eijirou returned the smile with a wide one of his own. “Still want that coffee?”

Bakugou nodded and handed over his travel cup. “Black, no cream, two sugars.”

“Got it!” The order was made in less than a minute, and he slid the cup across the table as he slid into the other side of the booth. “So, would you be cool with being my muse again?”

Bakugou smirked over the lid of his cup as he took a sip. “You’re asking this time?”

Eijirou’s face burned. Bakugou may still be pretty, but he was sassier than he expected. “C’mon man, I’m trying to make it right! It wasn’t manly of me to do that and-“

Bakugou was waving him off before he could finish, the smirk still playing at his lips. “I’m just fucking with you. Do what you want. You want me a certain way?”

“Nope!” Eijirou grabbed his sketchbook and flipped it open to the next blank page. “Just stay how you are.”

~

Fic written for @krbkevents KRBK Month 2023 Day 21: Coffee Shop! Also on AO3, let me know what you think!

[hel-phoenyx]

Hospitals have never been my thing, even before the accident.

Dad couldn't stop saying the public hospital was shit, that we should go to clinics if we needed anything, that is was underfunded, understaffed, under the water. He's right, but he seemed to blame more the hospitals themselves than government funding.

Truth be told, I had one hell of a bias before then, even though I had to bring Kriss here for her giving birth. She was in pain, I was the only one here and the public hospital was the closest to reach. Not to mention I was sixteen and only driving a motorcycle so long drives were out of the question for both of us.

They took care of her accordingly but I saw how bad they were doing. How tired the doctors look. How left behind some patients could be. It didn't help the bias.

And then, right after, I got into that accident.

I wasn't the only one hurt. A lot of people had to be brought to the hospital that day.

I lost my right hand, but I know it could have been far worse without the help of the ER staff. I almost died that day, that's something prone to make an impression. And there's something I'll never forget. The smile of the doctors taking care of me.

I never saw that smile when dad brought me to clinics.

Since that day I'm prone to think people that still have the energy to work in public hospital are truly there for their patients. Well, those I saw, anyway. That's why I come back there regularly, for my check-ups. I don't need a lot of care, now that the wound is fully scarred, but you never know what my prosthesis might need.

End of context, this is why I am in those white corridors today. I just got out of my appointment, Domi and Oli are waiting for me outside, we're supposed to get a treat after this. Domi was supposed to see the guys at Planned Parenthood anyway. But I'd like to get a coffee before. Even one of those crappy hospital coffees.

Haven't slept all night because thesis and the two menaces are always throwing me worried looks when I drink more than three in a row, so, I've started hiding my true caffeine intake.

I wasn't expecting to see him at the cafeteria.

I wasn't expecting him to wave at me, either.

"But if it isn't Tyrfing ! How are you doing since last time ?"

I have a little smile.

"Hello, doctor Claro."

He's the one that took me into his care when I lost my hand. A man always smiling, with ice blue eyes adorned with dark circles. Probably around forty or fifty, but his hair is white as ghost. Stress, probably. We ran into each other a few times since then, but since my visits got rarer, I started seeing him less. Didn't expect him to still remember me.

Since he waved at me, it would be polite to at least join him. I take my coffee and go say hello, and he pull out a chair. Well, the message is clear. Does he do that with every patient ?

"Didn't expect to run into you today. Isn't your department downstairs ?"

"Day off, and I needed to see some of the patients I sent to colleagues, check if everything was good. I have time, today, don't worry."

I raise an eyebrow.

"You see your patients even when you're off work ?"

"Well, yeah. Healthcare doesn't sleep."

That man's dedication to his work astonished me at sixteen. It does even more now that I'm in my twenties. Sometimes I think every doctor should be like him, and then I see the dark circles.

This is not about the people nor the workers.

I smile.

"This isn't a good work ethic, doctor, you would kill me for the same thing."

"Not kill, I have sworn Hippocrates, he laughs. But I have to admit I wouldn't recommend that rhythm. The wife is already on my back for this and I don't blame her. What about you ? Life's good I hope."

"Eh, still a student. Thesis is fucking me over, but I still can see my friends."

"Oh, I don't look fondly upon those years. What doctorate ?"

"Deep-sea creatures."

"You're not doing politics anymore ?"

"Dropped out. I tried, but I couldn't help but get angry at so many things I didn't have the energy to be angry about. I still get some classes, tho. A friend in politics is giving me his slides."

Because said friend is trying to prove to me right-wingers are right every day, but hey, not gonna go into details, I don't need to talk about the homoerotic rivalry right now.

We may be friendly, right now, but we don't know each other so well, as much as he is easy-going and easy to talk to.

[abushelandablog]

THESE ANGLES HAVE RUINED AND REVIVED ME GOD SIR LEWIS HAMILTON THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

[saintminseok]

Checo had enough of them, he's just letting them be at this point