#i’m gonna get them little gift bags and write them cards

[pennyserenade]

everyone at my job is getting really depressed about the prospect of me leaving including the customers and it’s depressing me bc i love them all so much too i fear

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

please do something with peter parker for vday. I miss you writing for him

I started writing this one last year for Valentine's Day...forgive me for the long wait

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‘’No, you don’t understand, Ned. It needs to be perfect,’’ Peter explained, turning to his best friend for help.

‘’My longest and only relationship lasted about sixty hours, so I’m not really the one to come to for Valentine’s Day gift ideas.’’ 

‘’Uncle Ben always gave May flowers and chocolate.’’ And Peter always tried to steal chocolate from the box. ‘’But Y/N is Mr. Stark’s daughter, I can’t just buy her flowers and chocolate. She’ll think I’m poor.’’ 

‘’Didn’t you tell me this morning that you only have five dollars in your pockets?’’ Ned recalled, taking one of the homemade cookies his lola had put into his lunch bag and taking a bite. There was one for Peter too, but he was too busy worrying and panicking.

Peter groaned and hid his face in his crossed arms, frustrated and desperate. Being broke was a second problem to his Valentine’s Day plan. ‘’What am I gonna do? Valentine’s Day is in two days. I can’t not get her anything.’’ 

‘’If you go back to the roots of Valentine’s Day, it’s about celebrating love. You don’t have to spend money to show someone you love them.’’ Peter opened his mouth, but Ned spoke first. ‘’Even if she’s a Stark and bathes in money,’’ he added. ‘’She didn’t fall in love with you because of your economic status, she fell in love because of who you are.’’

On the big day, Peter set everything up in his living room. May was on a date with Happy, so he had the apartment to himself — until 10pm. He didn’t have a projector, so he made one with a shoebox and a magnifying glass, and hung a sheet to one of the walls to turn into a screen. He made cheese pastas and brought over the single chocolate cupcake he was able to afford. 

He was nervous, constantly checking his phone waiting for your ‘I’m here’ text. When he finally got it, Peter rushed to the door, smoothing his button up and fixing his hair before opening. If he was this nervous for Valentine’s Day, he didn’t want to imagine the nervous wreck he would be at his wedding. 

Not that he was planning on getting married anytime soon. 

‘’Happy Valentine’s Day,’’ you said with a smile on your glossy lips. 

Peter said the words back and let you in, gulping when his eyes fell on the small gift bag you were holding. You set it down on the table to take off your coat and boots, revealing a pink sweater and a sparkly necklace that cost probably more than anything in May's apartment.

You followed Peter to the living room, excitement bubbling in your stomach when seeing the frozen image of your favorite rom-com projected on the wall.  ‘’You made this?’’ 

Peter gave you a small nod. Projectors were easy to make. He learned how in a science book for kids when he was nine. May was so impressed when he showed her his ‘magic box’. 

‘’It’s not much, but—’’ he started to say, but you shut him up with a kiss. 

‘’Stop it,’’ you said, guessing his train of  thoughts. ‘’This is the best Valentine’s Day gift ever.’’ 

You never had another valentine before him — beside the little boys in middle school who sent you cards and heart lollipops  —, but Peter’s gift came from the heart. It was thoughtful and personal, therefore meant a lot to you. 

After eating the pastas, you handed Peter the gift bag. He was nervous just from holding it. 

He slowly pulled out the festive tissue papers and groaned when seeing a red and blue plush toy. ‘’Spiderman? Really?’’ Peter made an annoyed face. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful, but he was getting tired of the jokes with the Spiderman merch he had no control over. 

‘’Press his chest,’’ you instructed, ignoring his complaints.

Peter gave you a confused look, but listened. ‘’I love you, my Spidey,’’ the toy said.

You watched his expressions shift from confusion to surprise, Peter’s eyes widening when he recognized the sound of your voice. A genuine smile spread across his face, the small plush taking a whole other meaning. ‘’That's your voice,’’ he whispered, still holding the talking Spiderman plush. 

You nodded, the sparks in Peter’s eyes telling you that no expensive gift could have matched this one. He was truly touched. ‘’I know you don’t like when I get you expensive things, so I didn’t get you a new watch,’’ you explained, thinking back at the Cartier watch you hesitated on last week. He would have hated it. 

Turning toward you, Peter enveloped you in a hug to properly thank you. 

Your arms wrapped around him in return. ‘’Even when I’m not with you, you’ll always have something to remind you that I love you.’’ 

—

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[wreckedandpolemic]

can't seem to get it right - matty healy

prompt: secret admirer

day 1 of the lovely @abiiors' valentine75 prompts!! i actually dont think this is very good i am very much a one trick pony in this space However i had fun writing it and thats what matters!!!

no warnings here this is v v short and sweet <3

Nauseated, you swat at the tacky, heart-shaped balloon as it drifts into your vision, ignoring its owner’s affronted scoff and stomping off down the hallway. Matty snickers behind you and you turn your glare on him. He holds his hands up in mock-surrender. “What’d that balloon ever do to you?”

You roll your eyes. “Fucking hate this week. It’s not even Valentine’s yet and this whole fucking place is full of dickheads who think their hormone-fuelled ‘love story’ makes them the centre of the universe. Just an excuse for brands to paint themselves pink and flog you shiny crap that’ll go in the bin after five seconds.” A strange look flickers across Matty’s face, but the bell rings sharply before you can question it. You trudge off to your class — double History, ugh — and don’t think on it for another moment.

The boy that sits across from you in History, Cameron, has a massive crush on you, flirts incessantly, flushes when you turn a smile on him. He’s not hard to look at, sweet-faced and kind, and not totally hopeless with a textbook, either. So, when he blushes and stammers his way through asking you out when you mention not having any Valentine’s plans, you think, this could be fun. “Is it gonna be worth my time?” you ask, leaning towards him and grinning when he flinches. “Convince me.” Eyebrows go up around the table at your challenge, Cameron smiling nervously and stuttering out something that passes for an affirmative. You flash your teeth, predatory. Maybe you shouldn’t play around with boys like this, but it’s so much fun. And they make it so easy.

The next morning, a card addressed to you has been slipped into your locker. The message is short, but sweetly poetic, witty in a way you hadn’t known Cameron could be. It’s unsigned, but the sentiment is adorable, and you make a mental note to get him a gift later. You catch sight of Matty sloping down the hall, and wave him over. “How sweet is this?” you say, smiling cheek to cheek. “Didn’t think he’d actually convince me to go on a date with him, but… Who knows? Might actually be fun.”

Matty’s face falls for a split second, before he rearranges it into smooth blankness that quickly crumples into confusion. “Wait– date? With who?” he demands. 

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Cameron. From my History. He’s nice.”

Matty scoffs. “I’m sure,” he huffs, rolling his eyes. Your face scrunches, displeased. “Sorry, sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m sure he’s a top bloke, and you’ll skip off into the sunset holding hands and pop out a million adorable little blonde babies.”

You splutter a laugh, shoving him gently. “Don’t be a dick. He’s nice,” you repeat, fixing him with a glare. “I haven’t even agreed to the date yet, nobody’s skipping off into the sunset.”

Shrugging, Matty kicks idly at the row of lockers. “Yet,” he teases, and the brief flare of awkwardness between you melts away. “Listen, I really don’t feel like hanging around this shithole the rest of the day. Wanna come smoke?” he offers. You shouldn’t — you really shouldn’t — but that’s never stopped you before. Especially when it comes to Matty and the teasing grin he dares you with.

“Go on, then.” You shoulder your bag and follow Matty out of the gates, the short stroll to your favourite smoke spot passing quickly as you chat back and forth about nothing.

“I can’t believe you’re actually going on a fucking date,” Matty tells you, voice thickened by the smoke pouring from his mouth.

“Oi!” you snap playfully. “Why��s that so unbelievable, huh?”

“Well, you’re hideous, for one,” he says, gasping when you stomp down hard on his foot. “I’m messing, I’m messing! You were the one being mardy about Valentine’s Day, like, yesterday, though.” He shrugs, passing you the last of the joint. 

Flicking away the roach, you blow out rings of smoke. “Yeah, I dunno. Probably won’t go, but it’s kind of nice being chased.” You scoff, leaning back against a tree. “I know you don’t have that problem, ‘cos you’ve got all your fuckin’ groupies.” A sharp edge creeps into your words at the end, and you bite the inside of your cheek to curb it. “But some of us aren’t used to that attention every second of the day, and we take it where we can get it.”

Matty shrugs. “Touche. Don’t think he’s worth your time, though,” he says, tone thick with something you can’t decipher through the weed-induced haze enveloping your mind.

You wave a hand dismissively. “Shut up, you dick.”

After dousing yourself in body spray to cover the weed smell, you let yourself into your house, stopping short at the bouquet that sits innocently under the hallway mirror. Red carnations bound around pink roses and an inexplicable spray of miniature daffodils, a muted pink ribbon tying them closed.

“Hi, love!” your mum shouts, appearing around the corner. “Those came for you while you were out. No name. Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer,” she grins, nudging you as you flush.

“It’s just this bloke from my History.” You wave a hand dismissively, but you can’t help smiling at the bouquet. “Trying to convince me to go out with him for Valentine’s.”

Your mum’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, eyes so wide it’s comical. “You? Valentine’s?” she says incredulously, face softening into a warm smile. “Love, that’s great. You’ll have such a good time,” she smiles.

You scoff. “Steady on, I haven’t said yes, yet.”

Smirking knowingly, your mum pads off into the kitchen, shouting back at you to be down for tea in an hour. You pick up the flowers on your way upstairs, arranging them delicately in a vase on your windowsill and snapping a quick picture. You debate texting Cameron a thank you, but decide against it — he sent them anonymously, after all.

Strangely, though, Cameron’s behaviour the rest of the week is at odds with the gifts that keep piling up. The chocolates aren’t a surprise, and nor is the single red rose laid across your desk, though maybe a little dramatic. But he doesn’t take credit for any of it, nothing in his face even indicating there’s anything he should be taking credit for.

That Friday, the last day Cameron has to convince you, a little, flat box finds its way into your schoolbag. You peel off the ribbon and find a delicate necklace nestled against deep blue velvet. It’s exquisite, a crystal pendant hanging off a thin silver chain. You slide into your seat in History, a little bemused, and smile at Cameron. He smiles back, twirling his hands nervously. “Everything was lovely,” you say, and his brow furrows in confusion. “The card, and the chocolates, and the flowers. I’d love to go out with you.” He breaks into a wide smile, sunlight practically beaming from his face. “But the necklace is too much — it must’ve cost a fortune!”

He blinks innocently at you. “Um, that’s great. I’d, um, love to take you out. But, uh, I didn’t get you any gifts,” he says, biting his lip.

Your head spins as you sift through your memories of the last week, reexamining them through a new lens. All at once, something clicks into place, and you bolt out of your seat. “I’m sorry,” you rush out. “I can’t go out with you. I’ve gotta– I need to go.” You shove your stuff back into your bag, leaving Cameron stuttering and baffled at your back, and dash off.

You find Matty where he usually is, tucked away in a practice room and engrossed in a guitar. Taking a second before he notices you outside the door, you fix the necklace around your neck and smooth your hair nervously. Should you put on some lipgloss? No, that’s crazy, right? It’s Matty. Your heart is racing, your mouth suddenly dry. How were you so fucking stupid? Of course fucking Cameron from History didn’t write that stupid card. 

Taking a deep breath to settle your nerves, you turn the handle of the practice room, and it rattles but stays closed. Locked, obviously. You clap a palm to your face; this is off to a terrible start. Then, Matty looks up, eyes lighting up as they find the pendant at the hollow of your throat, your heart melting at the sweetness in his face.

Matty stands up to open the door. “Hi,” he says, and all the tenseness melts from your body.

“It was you,” you whisper, collapsing into his arms and resting your head on his shoulder. “All of those lovely things were you. And you let me bang on about fucking Cameron all week! Matty, I feel like a total idiot, I’m so sor–” Matty cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, tentative and gentle.

“Knew you’d figure it out eventually, love, smart girl that you are,” Matty murmurs against your lips, and you smile softly, face flushed. He pulls you close, his body warm against yours, and tugs you into the practice room, pressing you up against the door as soon as it clicks shut. 

You lose yourself in his kiss, his hands steady at your waist as you melt against him. His tongue parts your lips and sweeps your mouth, tasting faintly of cigarettes and spearmint gum. Breathless, you break away, a string of saliva briefly connecting your lips, and you giggle quietly as it breaks. “Thank you,” you murmur.

A dopey smile crosses his face. “You’re welcome,” he says, cupping your jaw and pulling you back in, kissing you so hard it steals the breath from your lungs. A quiet squeal escapes you when he dips his head to bite at your neck, and you indulge him for a moment before pushing his head away gently.

“Down, boy,” you say, giggling when he kisses over the necklace at the hollow of your throat.

Matty’s eyes shine hopefully as he looks down at you. “So,” he dips his head to kiss you. “Can I finally take you out?” He punctuates every word with a kiss, butterflies swirling in your stomach.

Widening your eyes, you look up at him with a pout that splits into a smile without your permission. “Well, my Saturday did just free up…” you tease, and he rolls his eyes. “I’d love to.” You stretch to your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Matty grins, his joy practically infectious, warming you through and melting your heart, leaving it dripping stickily down your ribs. His lips meet your neck again, his next words murmured against your bruising skin. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

[via-l0ve]

could you right a fluffy drabble with Ponyboy hosting a chaotic sleepover with greaser gang anf fem! reader please ? ;000 reader is hinted to have romantic feelings for Dally

a/n: i love these types of requests! i did a short prompt at the beginning and then i popped some headcannons at the end. i hope you enjoy :) i was giggling writing this lol.

warnings: swearing

Sleepover (Gang hc’s + slightly romantic Dallas!)

“hey! hey y/n!” You turn around and see Ponyboy running over to you. School had just been let out and you were headed back home.

“hey Pony, what’s up?” you smiled at him as he finally caught up to you. His hair was messy from the slight windy weather in Tusla; he combed it back with his fingers. He gave you a small grin.

“I’m throwin’ a slumber party tonight at my house! you gotta come y/n, it’s gonna be so fun! besides, you’re the life of the party, wouldn’t be as fun without ya.” he smiled, obviously excited as he explained at all to you.

“sure, pone i’d love to. what time? the whole gang gonna be there?” you asked, smiling at him.

he nodded. “yep, all of the guys and I. around six probably, think we’re gonna order pizza or something.” he shrugged.

“all of the guys?” i blushed a little. “i mean.. even dallas?” i asked, trying to play it off as if it was nonchalant

he rolled his eyes playfully. “yeah, y/n. even Dallas.” he smirked.

“so you’ll be there?” he asked with a smile.

“wouldn’t miss it for the world.” you responded, smiling at him

“good! it’ll be fun!” he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze and left, leaving you to go home and pack a bag.

Once you get to the house chaos endures

All of the guys are crowded around the table, playing cards and betting their money on stupid bets that Two-Bit and Darry win constantly

“i’m losin’ all my goddamn money cus’ of ya!”

“sorry Steve, not my fault you suck at rummy.”

*throws all of the cards.*

after losing all of their money, everyone decides to make some food (despite literally having ZERO idea how to cook!)

It eventually breaks off into a bake off between

Y/n, Dallas, Johnny, Ponyboy

Steve, Two-Bit, Darry and Soda

Darry was dragged into this and since he knows how to cook somewhat you and dallas were cussing and so competitive because “they can’t have a good one on their team!! ADVANTAGE!!”

So you paired darry with the worst trio imaginable

The kitchen catches on fire because Two-Bit dropped some grease on the stove and everyone started screaming and Steve grabbed a towel and threw it on top of the flame to suffocate it and then the towel got CHARRED and darry had to unleash half of the fire extinguisher onto the stove.

Dallas grabbed you and literally yanked you to the other room bc god forbid you get hurt

darry to two-bit afterwards:

everyone had to take a break after that.

anyways, Two-Bit got banned and became the judge after the small fire and you guys continued to make food.

Ponyboy mistook the salt for sugar and Dallas smacked him on the head after he realized and it was too late because Johnny already mixed it in and you just looked scared bc how tf were you supposed to win now

Little did you know that sodapop and steve literally forgot to put eggs in?? and Darry didn’t catch them??

But anyways Two-bit absolutely GOBBLES up the cookies you guys made and then immediately spits it out because of the overwhelming amount of salt

And he can’t even eat the other cookies because wtf is that

After cleaning up and being very aware of the stove, you all move into the living room and ponyboy goes

“guys i got you all gifts.”

AND THIS MF PULLS OUT MATCHING PJS :(

The entire gang is going 👁️👄👁️

meanwhile you’re literally

“that’s so fucking cute.”

let’s be honest they prolly look like this:

Two bit def wanted the dress

Dallas, steve and darry were all very adamant to not wear any of them

You easily convinced Dallas

“please? we’d all look so good.”

“…fine, y/n/n.”

awww he loves you

sodapop also definitely wore one of the dresses and steve wore the footie pj’s and they matched

you guys went to the DX all dolled up in your matching pj’s and you bought a ton of shit like candy bars and cigarettes and beer and energy drinks

you guys go back home and decide to call three different pizza places and see who can deliver the fastest

(no one thought of the outcome of having like 10 fucking pizzas to eat)

but anyways Pizza Hut was the fastest

Dallas dared steve that he couldn’t chug a beer and eat four pizza slices in four minutes

he did it and the outcome was dallas losing five bucks and steve spending an hour in the bathroom frantically yelling “IM DYING!”

Johnny wants to watch a movie and is indecisive and eventually gets all the boys arguing about what to watch so you and Dallas sit back and eat your candy and watch them all scream and argue over which shrek movie was better (Two-Bit is FRANTICALLY arguing that the third one is superior.)

after they decide on a movie and steve emerges from the bathroom, you pull out facemasks and force everyone to do them with you

you sit on dallas’ lap to put it on him and he’s lowkey blushing and loving your touch but he’s too tough he won’t say anything

but he’s literally looking at you like 🥰

you didn’t tell the guys that the masks were peel offs and you got to watch them all go through the five stages of grief as they ripped the masks off

ponyboy is SCREAMING

literally flabbergasted

Steve is begging sodapop to take it off for him because “it hurts less when someone else does it.”

Two-bit can barley breathe because he’s laughing so hard

Darry is js grunting and i feel like he peeled his off before it even dried so now his fingers are sticky and he’s having a fit

Johnny is the quietest one but he got some in his eyebrow and the YELP he let out when he YANKED IT

Dallas is literally labor breathing “hee-hoo hee-hoo.” lookin ass

you’re literally dying because wtf is happening

after the boys go through their traumatic experience, you all cuddle up and watch your movie.

Darry is the first one to fall asleep and Dallas and you gang up to draw on his face

someone totally drew a dick on Darry’s poor face and when he wakes up and sees this huge weiner drawn on his face he is going to murder

Johnny is out next and he gets the whole treatment of face drawings

i feel like when ponyboy falls asleep steve pours water on his face and he wakes up like moms when their kids wake them up for a drink of water

terrifying.

Two-bit is drunk off his ass bro💀💀 someone get this kid a tranquilizer bc holy fuck

at like 2am he’s talking some shit about interdimensional aliens and it’s lowkey scary

someone put him down.

Steve clocks out and he’s using sodas face as a pillow and sodapop is just enduring it.

Eventually only you and dallas are left and you guys are sitting next to eachother

you pass out and unconsciously cuddle into him and he literally melts

he wraps his arms around you and puts his chin on ur head and passes out

the gang def takes pics of you guys all snuggled up when they wake up

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

can i request a melissa x reader anniversary fic? i would think mel would have some feels after joe and be really touched when reader is thoughtful/romantic. i'd also imagine some spiciness, but that's just me...

I hope this ticks all the boxes foe feels (even if the spice is a little lacking!). I really enjoyed writing this one so I hope you enjoy it too!

A Year Of You

It’s rare that you’re up before Melissa.  In fact, it’s rare that either of you are up before the alarm blares, but today is different.  You sneak out of bed as the silent alarm buzzes on your watch, tiptoeing to the kitchen to set the coffee machine going and setting up the card and flowers you had left hidden in your car the night before.

“You goin’ somewhere?” asks Melissa as she appears in the kitchen doorway, her voice still rough with sleep.  “I heard the door?”

“Nope, not going anywhere,” you smile, moving to brush an errant copper wave from her face and tucking it behind her ear.  Leaning in, you press a gentle kiss to her lips.  “Just making coffee.”

You leave it at that, moving back to the coffee machine and setting out your mugs in front of it.  Hearing her shuffle into the kitchen behind you, you know the moment she sees your little gift by the hitch in her breath.  You hear the envelope of being opened and when you turn around a few moments later, coffee in hand you find her looking at you with a soft, shy smile, tears in her eyes.

“I love you.”

*

You’re not known for being a morning person, so when you roll into the break room that day bearing doughnuts from Melissa’s favourite bakery and a wide smile on your face you get more than a few concerned looks.

“Can’t a girl just be in a good mood?” you ask as you pick your favourite from the box and settle in your usual chair next to Melissa. 

On the other side of your little table Barb offers you a knowing smirk. 

*

As is usual, Melissa swings by your classroom on her way to lunch, only to find it empty.  She checks her phone, but there’s no message.  Shrugging it off, she makes for the break room.

You’re not there either.  With a frown, she moves to fetch your lunches from the fridge, starting to warm them in the microwave.  She glances at her phone again, checking the time and for any messages from you.  It’s not like you have to tell her your every move, she reasons as she takes your lunches over to the table you share with Barb.  “You haven’t seen Y/N, have you?”

“Oh, I saw her heading out right at the bell,” offers Janine as she passes. 

Melissa lets out a huff.  You could have said.  She takes a rather forceful forkful of her lunch and is just about to more than likely burn her mouth with it when you appear in the doorway of the breakroom, looking a little out of breath. 

You grin as you move towards her, taking the fork out of her hand and putting it back in the Tupperware tub before placing a paper bag in front of her.  She looks up, confusion written all over her features.  “You think I’m gonna forget the first place Melissa Schemmenti takes me to eat?”

Her frown only deepens. 

“I know it’s not where we had out first date, but it turns out that even if you ask them very nicely they don’t do a take out lunch menu so this was as close as I could get,” you explain as you collect the Tupperware tubs that contain your own and Melissa’s lunches and turn to the table where Janine and Jacob sit. 

“It’s your lucky day guys, enjoy!”  The surprise on their faces is clear, but they’re not about to pass up a Schemmenti cooked meal, especially when its warm and ready to each. 

When you come back to Melissa, she’s still frowning.  You weren’t sure she’d remember.  You were still tentative friends when she had first invited you out to lunch with her and Barb.  Something had shifted that day, for you at least.  Away from school, she was more open, quicker to laugh and smile. 

Picking up the bag that still sits untouched in front of the red head, you start unpacking its contents, laying out lunch in front of her and Barb before setting out your own.  You watch as she tracks your every move, inspecting the contents of each box you open. 

She finally raises her eyes to your face, the frown now replaced by a watery smile, unshed tears in her eyes for the second time that day.  So she does remember.  You clear away the unnecessary packaging cluttering the table, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you pass, trying not to draw anyone’s attention to her emotional state.  “This was the best I could do for lunch.  But I did make reservations for tonight at 8.”

Finally taking your seat, you smile as she mouths ‘I love you’ across the table.

*

“I owe you an apology.”

You look up at the familiar voice to find Melissa leaning against the doorframe to your classroom. 

“I didn’t know we were doing the whole first date anniversary thing,” she mumbles, dropping her gaze to her own shuffling feet.  “Didn’t know if you’d remember.”

Pushing up from your chair, you cross the short distance between you, taking her hands in your own.  “Oh, I remember,” you grin.  “I was so nervous I was gonna screw it up.  That you’d see I was just some huge, awkward nerd and wonder what the hell you were doing.”

“You’re still a huge awkward nerd,” she says, looking up at you with a smirk.  “But you’re my nerd.”

“That I am,” you grin, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips, whimpering as Melissa immediately seeks to deepen it.  When she finally pulls back a few moments later, you’re breathless and wearing more of her lipstick than she is.

“Dinner is at 8, right?” she asks, pleased when you can only nod in reply.  “Come by mine to get ready first?  I have something for you.”

*

It turns out what she has for you is the dress you saw weeks before when you were out shopping together.  As much as you’d loved it, you couldn’t justify buying it when you had nowhere to wear it to. 

“I might not have been sure we were doing the whole anniversary thing, but I was sure I was gonna give you a reason to wear this.”

*

Freshly decked out in your new frock and feeling a million bucks, you sit opposite Melissa at the same table you did a year before.  The red head has even found the same dress she wore then, looking even more beautiful to you now than ever as she smiles warmly at you.

“Shots to start?” she asks with a smirk, earning a groan of embarrassment from you.

You remember your first date with Melissa Ann Schemmenti all too well.  You were so nervous you could barely even form a sentence, finally excusing yourself to the bathroom to give yourself a few moments to compose yourself. 

In your usual awkward style, you had somehow convinced yourself that messaging her would be the best option.  So you did, apologising for being so awkward and explaining that dates made you nervous.  That dates with beautiful women apparently rendered you speechless but to please give you a chance to get over your nerves, not judge you for downing your first couple of drinks and asking her to be patient while you found the words to describe just how lucky you felt to be sitting opposite such a stunning date.

You had sent the message form outside the bathroom, able to watch her pull out her phone and read it.  Her face had gone through quite the journey as she read your words, first falling at your apology, no doubt thinking you’d not only gone to the bathroom, but gone full stop, only for her lips to then quirk upwards in a smile that only grew as she read the rest of your message. 

That smile gave you hope.  You remember taking a moment to breathe, appreciating her from a distance.  She really was, and still is to you, the most beautiful creature in the room.  And she was there with you.  Wonders would never cease.  You had continued to watch as she caught a waiter’s attention, clearly requesting something before heading back to your table.

“You sure you want to do this?” you had asked, hesitating with your hand on the back of your chair.  “You could have anyone you wanted.”

“Well, I apparently want you, you idiot” she smirked.  “So sit.”

You had, blushing furiously under her gaze.  A few moments later the waiter had appeared, placing a small tray of shots on the table. 

Melissa had placed two in front of you, that same smirk still tugging her painted lips.  “No judging, just waiting patiently for what comes out of that pretty mouth once they’ve kicked in.”

*

“Just so you know,” smirks Melissa as you stand behind her, patiently waiting for her to unlock her door.  “This date ain’t ending the way our first one did,” she informs you as she twists her key in the lock. 

You quirk your head, questioning.

“You think I didn’t see that little happy dance as you skipped down the street when I kissed you goodnight?”

You can’t help but blush.  You had acted like a smitten teen on their first date. 

“Oh yeah, I saw,” she chuckles darkly, pulling you inside and swiftly backing you up against the front door, using your body to close it.  “I might not have got myself a new dress,” she breathes into your ear as her lips find your throat.   “But I think you’ll like what I got to wear underneath.”

[illogicalnordictales]

So I’m on the way to Arkansas with my family, and so, as usual, I’m gonna write the quotes that my sister says.

I’ve done this twice before, first with my dad, and then with my sister.

So we’re doing my sister again, and who knows? Maybe my dad will get an honorable mention.

✨Let’s begin✨

You look at a bag of popcorn and eat 3.

I wonder if you can get no pickles on the Chick-fil-A gift cards.

Nothing like a pre-warmed toilet seat.

Ok, the 10+ Apple Buff helped a little bit.

Nooo! Don’t touch the blanket! AHHHH.

Oh, they’re for McDelivery.

Blippi’s going wild.

Oough, this bed is firm. It’s gonna hurt when I flop on it. Good.

I don’t want the neighborhood Wal-Mart. I want the SUPERCENTER.

Did I ever turn off my Blueteeth?

Ha ha, got your eyebrow.

Don’t take this the wrong way. The woman shaped thing of syrup seems racially motivated.

Mhaha, you wanna be a furry? Heh, castration.

Sometimes I wish I was bald.

It’s like his bald spot glows.

You can have nasal stones, you don’t want a marshmallow to be one of them.

You don’t like chlorophyll in a cup?

Call me Beyblade. ‘Cause I just let it rip.

EDIT: We’re not home *yet*, but it’s currently nearly 12:50 AM, we’ve only got about an hour and a half left in the trip, so I can’t imagine there will be any more quotes. Hope y’all enjoyed.

[practicecourts]

For the directors cut ask I’m gonna go with the opening scene for chapter 3 of HOH. Because what an opening!

Lily swiped her card to pay for the ‘Satisfyer 2.0’, a red lacy bodysuit, and a baby blue garter. “Yes, it’s a gift,” she told the lady at the counter, who put the set in a shiny black cardboard bag, sealed it close and stuck a shiny paper adornment on the side.

Lily was only too happy to distance herself from the group in the shop to avoid hearing any more explicit accounts of what Petunia and Vernon got up to after they closed their perfectly proper curtains in their perfectly proper home on Privet Drive. Ironically, this opinion was one she shared with Marge, Vernon’s sister. There’s a first and a last for everything, Lily thought as she and Marge waited outside for the rest of the group.

Hi Ray @charmsandtealeaves, Thank you for this compliment!! This is actually the updated beginning of that chapter of HOHFY, so I'm extra thrilled to see you liked it so much. I tend to write too much, so find my rambles under the cut.

So by the time I rewrote this Marge & Petunia as well as the horrible Harpies had evolved into much clearer characters. The Harpies clearly were no prudes, and I feel Petunia probably isn't either, even if she doesn't understand the morals of Harriet, who thinks everyone is free game to her. (i could go into a whole rabbit hole on the different views on successful relationships ah, but I won't)

I had fun imagining how the weird combination of dominant friends of Petunia with a completely different view of proper or succesful relationships would clash with Marge and Petunia themselves, as well as Lily who's kind of left to manage the peace here.

Petunia would absolutely despise having a stripper (she'd just refuse) but her friends are the type to enjoy the discomfort of other's (and I'm not entirely convinced Petunia would be so wholly uncomfortable with them on that subject so surely they were going to get her inside a Christine-le-duc store...

And of course Lily is left to deal with the grown-up stuff (like paying for whatever they've decided to gift Petunia)

I feel it fits her "i'm a responible adult even if you're all crazy immature bitches harpies".

Marge is obviously very constrained (in my head - but as someone who has been on the hen-do of her sister in law, it's not always fun to hear the bedroomgirltalk when it's about your little brother ;-)

director's cut ask game

[emeraldbabygirl]

Does anyone write letters to friends anymore? Like pen pals aren’t a thing anymore are they? Now everyone has internet or something so we just message our friends there and I guess in some ways it’s safer that way cause what if the person you’re messaging is one of those creepy people that pretends to be someone else and then if you send letters back and forth they now have your address. And people are just too scared and don’t like telling where they live which isn’t a bad thing btw.

Idk I have friends all over both in the same country as me and other countries and I just kinda like the thought of writing lil letters back and forth like people used to. Minus tying the letter to the leg of a carrier pigeon 😐 bUT! It is faster online messaging and my hand writing is really bad :( I write too fast and then you can’t read anything. Also I don’t think I have anymore stationary that was never something I did really. But just the idea of having cute paper and using colored pens to write with or getting cute stickers and like sending lil attachments like maybe a picture of a pet or printing a meme off the internet and sending it to a friend I love that idea. Of course sometimes postage is expensive ;-;

BUT ALSO cause like for me I have like clothing that is sitting in my closet that doesn’t fit like I bought online and even tho I picked the biggest size I’m just too big for it, like even if I lost weight I couldn’t get the item over my head or around my shoulders so I was just thinking it would be cute to send to a friend if they like it and write a little letter with it :) it’s kinda fun to think about sending gifts to friends back and forth as long as the mail carriers aren’t assholes 😠

On another note when I was super into Exo back in like 2014 I bought so many Exo things on eBay and I still have the stuff and it might be fun to make a post of it sometime. I bought a mouse pad and a really cool mouse that lights up and changes colors when you plug it in and it’s really pretty but not very practical unfortunately and I have some posters too, some from the Nature Republic shooting and I have some themed rings and necklaces AND MY LUHAN HOODIE STILL FITS! And I have a snapback that I wanted cause I thought I was cool omg I was cringe when I was a sophomore :(

Nowadays I have some bracelets made of that rubber stuff with the group name and member names and other types of bracelets and I have a VAV hoodie and a couple of group t-shirts some I bought from Hot Topic, and I have some posters but I don’t think they’re official but I still like them except my Twice poster is either missing Nayeon or Jeongyeon :( and I have a handful of albums and a lil box with all my photo cards that didn’t come in albums, some my sister gave me cause they came in her orders and she didn’t want them or had double. AND I HAVE A CUTE LIL FAN WITH SUNWOO FROM BOYS REPUBLIC 🥺🥺🥺 I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH I LOVE HIM AND UGH I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM. And I also have the monsta x themed toys the nunugom? I think is Shownu’s (I have the shownu one but I’m not sure if it’s called nunugom or not) I have a medium one and a lil keychain that’s on my bag. But anyway I bought a lot of things just cause they reminded me of Exo members lol.

ANYWAY OFF TRACK BUT IDK I think if you really trust your online friends it might be fun to send cute letters back and forth. YOU COULD EVEN MAKE THEM CUTE BRACELETS LIKE EITHER THOSE LOOM BAND THINGS OR CUTE BEADED BRACELETS OMG. I have made a lot of pretty loom bands bracelets (cringe alert: I made one for each member of Exo except tao and chanyeol cause I didn’t have enough bands of the color I wanted but I was like ‘I’m gonna give these to them at a fansign’ 💀) and I have a couple random beads like the pony beads? And some blocks with letters and flat round ones with letters you know those cute bead sets from the 90’s and 2000’s 🥺 omg that would be so cute I love that idea. BUT I ALSO LOVE THE IDEA OF MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS WITH YOUR FRIENDS Y’ALL I USED TO THINK FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS WERE CHILDISH 😔 BUT FRIENDSHIPS ARE SO WONDERFUL AND WHOLESOME AND MAKING CUTE THINGS FOR YOUR FRIENDS IS REALLY UNDERRATED AND NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED MORE!

I’m sorry this post flew off the track lmao. Anyway :)

[heymacy]

•

[todoscript]

you receive a love letter in your shoe locker from an anonymous admirer

characters: bakugou katsuki, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff. very slight angst.

word count: 3.2k+ total, 400-700 per character

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, feelings of doubt (mostly all fluff though)

author’s note: i’ve been on spring break so i found some time to write this! i absolutely love writing for these six (not like they’re my faves or anything pshhhhh—)

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

he’s already fuming the moment you open your locker and hold out the pastel pink card, sealed by a shiny heart sticker with your name written in smooth calligraphy.

it doesn’t take much for him to realize some other dunce head is trying to make moves on his girl.

and he absolutely won’t stand for it.

he stomps over to you and snatches the letter right out of your hands as you’re reading it.

your complaints go ignored behind him while he inspects the writing with the most livid expression.

you know that ugly face he makes when it comes to his over-exaggerated anger? the one with his eyes all squinted and the corners sharpened upward?

that’s his face as he continues reading, growing more twisted at every mushy sentence this anonymous admirer had the gall to say to you.

at one point, he can’t stand to read it anymore so he crumbles the letter in his fist before igniting it into crisps.

you scold him for causing such a scene and letting his anger get the best of him, but bakugou is still annoyed about it regardless.

“tch, who the hell does this shithead think they are, trying to make moves on you when we’re already together?! i’m gonna kill them when i find out who it is!” he exclaims, hands instinctively sparking with heat that scares off the other students walking by.

you mentally facepalm at this. still, you go about reassuring him that you won’t be swayed and take his hand to walk to the dorms together.

“katsu, you know it’s going to take more than a love letter to make me leave you, right?”

“heh, damn right, it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more that’s for fucking sure,” he sneers, a confident smirk on his face as he knows everyone else never had a chance with you to begin with. they can keep sending those letters and he’d make sure to burn them before they could even reach your hand.

on the way back to the dorms, he makes a conscious effort at pda—arm wrapped around your waist while his eyes glare daggers at any extra that even so much as looks at you the wrong way—asserting his claim over you.

meanwhile, having bared witness to that whole scene, your secret admirer is trembling in the corner. they make note to never send you another letter again unless they want their life to flash before their eyes in a fiery explosion.

KAMINARI DENKI

surprisingly enough, kaminari takes the whole situation more positively than most people expected.

in fact, he’s actually prideful about it.

just as he’s about to head over to your locker so you two could walk to class together, sero pokes his shoulder.

“hey, did you see all those written love confessions in y/n’s locker?” sero whispers behind his cupped hand near kaminari’s ear.

the blond scrunches his nose, confused. “no. what love confessions?”

“the letters that were stuffed in your girlfriend’s locker.”

again, kaminari is still puzzled at this. he realizes there’s only one way to understand what sero means.

when he glances in your direction he’s met with you fumbling around with a pile of letters balanced in your arms. his vision zeroes in on the envelopes, deciphering the fancy stationary and pretty embroidery.

oh. they’re love letters.

“other people are trying to make moves on your girl. what are you going to do about it, kaminari?” sero chimes in with an important question and honestly, kaminari can’t exactly make out a solution. or rather, he feels he doesn’t need to.

sure, he should be a little annoyed over the fact that others are disregarding your relationship.

yet could he really blame them for taking such a liking to you?

you’re pretty, smart, nice—the whole damn package.

he’d be more shocked if you didn’t have any secret admirers lurking around.

kaminari decides to leave his friend’s question relatively unanswered and continues his trek to your locker.

“hey, pretty girl! whatcha got there?”

taken off guard by his appearance, you nearly drop all the letters in your arms.

“denki, you scared me!” you exclaim. “these? they’re just some love letters some anonymous person placed in my locker. don’t worry though! i don’t plan on returning their feelings.”

smiling at how quickly you reassure him, he crosses his arms behind his head. “nah i’m not worried, babe. i don’t feel threatened or anything. it only makes sense that my girl is popular after all!”

you’re pleasantly surprised by how rationally he reacts to the scenario. though, knowing his character, he can’t just seem to leave it at that.

“yep, seems like we’re quite the popular couple!” he grabs your hand, wanting to show each other off as you make your way to class.

the bakusquad sees this as another opportunity to egg him on.

“and just how many love letters have you received since the beginning of the school year, kaminari?”

the blond freezes at the question. kaminari bites back words, but begrudgingly answers.

“...zero.”

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

“heya, babe!” kirishima enthusiastically calls to you, approaching your shoe locker. “ready to go back to the dorms?”

“yeah! in just a second though!” you reply.

as kirishima comes closer, he sees you occupied with some envelopes in your hand.

“what’re all those?” he asks, pointing at the refined stationary curiously.

“ah some letters gifted to me from an anonymous admirer. something about wanting to make their feelings finally known, but i’m not interested in them,” you say, clearing up everything before a misunderstanding could arise.

“oh, that’s cool.”

you quirk a brow at how relatively chill he is at this revelation. you were expecting a bigger reaction at this, but kirishima just simply smiles his genuine, care-free smile.

you don’t think much of it though. shoving the letters in your bag to dispose of later, you walk side-by-side with him to the dormitories.

little do you realize that kirishima actually mistakens this as pure, platonic admiration rather than infatuation.

to him, if they had really wanted to profess their love to you, they’d do it in person where you could see and hear them. not behind fancy penmanship and some pretty paper.

after all, that’s what a true man would do!

but as the days continue to roll by, he’s starting to have second thoughts.

“y/n, i’m telling you, with the amount of letters you keep receiving from them, you gotta find out who this person is!” he overhears mina lecturing you at your desk, going through another pile of notes that were left in your locker from that morning. lately, you’ve been greeted by an astounding number of these things each time you visited your locker.

“mina, there’s definitely no need for me to go out of my way to find this person.”

“aw, but look at all the sweet things they said about you!” mina recites a line from one of many letters. she muses about how the writer sentimentally compares your aura to that of a dandelion wisp in the wind—free and lighthearted yet fleeting and out of reach.

“how romantic!”

you roll your eyes, indifferent, but one side-glance at kirishima from your desk tells you that he’s beginning to interpret the situation differently.

the redhead has to admit that all those things that anonymous admirer said to you were… pretty sweet.

kirishima has always been a man of action—an passionate believer that actions spoke volumes compared to words alone. however, after hearing all of that, he’s wondering how he’s able to compete in that aspect.

he seeks you out during lunch and asks you something beneath a lonely corner of trees.

“y/n, do those kinds of things make you happy..?”

you tilt your head, curious about what he’s exactly referring to. one glimpse back at his demeanor in the classroom earlier with mina gives you an idea.

“do you mean all those letters i keep getting?”

kirishima nods slowly.

“well… i have to admit, it is nice to know that i’m ‘liked’ by other people,” you phrase delicately. “but all those pretty letters and sweet words don’t mean anything to me if they aren’t coming from you. besides, i always thought it’s better to let your actions speak for you, don’t you think?”

hearing your answer, kirishima’s face lights up immediately. before you can properly react, a pair of lips meet your cheek.

you rub the warm skin where his lips touched, flustered for a moment. kirishima grabs your hand, walking you two back to the lunchroom with a newfound surge of conviction in his steps.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

“ooh, look midoriya, seems like someone else has a crush on your girl.”

as midoriya’s tidying up his red shoes and bringing out his slippers for class, his male classmates inform him of the pink envelope held in your hands.

midoriya looks over in your direction. he watches as you peel the letter out of the envelope and begin reading its contents.

he doesn’t miss the slight flustered look on your features, observing how you scan through the writing while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, glancing over your shoulder as if your secret admirer was peering at you from behind.

“you better hold onto her tightly if you don’t want her stolen from you,” one of the boys warns, more so as a joke, but midoriya doesn’t take their banter lightly.

“knock it off, guys. just because someone else likes her doesn’t mean she’s going to leave me or anything,” he says this with as much confidence as he can muster, but his demeanor betrays him.

when he goes past your desk in the classroom later, he can’t seem to meet your eyes.

“good morning, izuku!” you greet him mirthfully. however, midoriya fails to return the greeting with the same enthusiasm.

“g-good morning, y/n…”

it’s hard for you not to notice that something is up by the way he heads straight to his desk afterward without another word.

throughout class, midoriya finds it a challenge to concentrate on anything but that letter you received that morning. his mind stumbles into the hole of bad possibilities—ones of you leaving him, those sweet words from your anonymous admirer making your heart flutter more than he ever has.

“—zuku… ‘zuku… izuku!”

he gets pulled out from his thoughts by your voice and turns to see the concerned look on your face.

“you okay? you haven’t touched your pork cutlet bowl this entire time.”

he stares down at his food, untouched since he sat down. “oh sorry, i guess something’s just been on my mind today.”

your brows knit together. “it’s about the letter i got today, isn’t it?”

midoriya stares at you, debating whether to deny your statement, but knows it’s pointless to try when it must have been obvious.

you take his silence as confirmation and grasp his hand that lays flat on the table.

“izuku, look at me,” you tell him and watch as his eyes slowly trail to you. “you know i wouldn’t leave you over some silly letter, right? no amount of words they can say to me could ever make me think differently about you.”

at this, a comforted smile spreads on midoriya’s face. he nods and squeezes your hand as a sign he took your words to heart before chowing down on his food, the uncertainty inside him disappearing.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

“another one?” you inquire to yourself in disbelief, opening your shoe locker to discover a rose-colored envelope waiting for you atop your slippers.

“dang, y/n, that’s like the fourth one this week!” uraraka comments, peeking over your shoulder.

“ooh! i wanna see what they wrote for you this time!” mina approaches from behind. you allow her to grab the delicate letter from your fingertips.

she over-exaggeratedly clears her throat, unwrinkling the paper by pinching at the sides. “‘you are the one who brought me sunshine when i only saw rain.’”

“aw! how sweet!” uraraka clasps her hands above her heart, seeming almost moved.

though the girls are all smitten by the love poem, you bite your tongue, hoping to suppress the urge to gag in front of them.

your boyfriend shinsou is on equal wavelength as you, witnessing the scene unfolding so early in the morning. he’s grown tired of replaying this spectacle for the past four days now.

his eyes navigate to the note and envelope in mina’s hand. by the script and the use of the same stationary, shinsou can tell the love letters you’ve been receiving are all from the same person.

“damn dude, you got some serious competition.” overhearing the girls, kaminari jabs at shinsou’s sides teasingly. “so, you gonna do anything about that mysterious guy trying to go after your girl?”

the violet-haired boy shrugs. “why should i? it’s not like i feel threatened.”

kaminari whistles at his confidence.

shinsou says he doesn’t care about it, putting on a level-headed and indifferent facade. but that was honestly far from the truth.

in actuality, he’s a bit pissed.

what kind of person goes around sending anonymous love messages to someone who’s already in a relationship? what the hell do they hope to gain out of doing this?

shinsou more than trusts you won’t be swayed by them, no matter how many times those notes discourteously greet you every morning.

you never bring up the topic of the letters whenever you two are alone, not wanting shinsou to be bothered over it and create a hassle. all in all, he’s grateful for this, and also for the fact that you make a point of never taking any of those letters seriously and dump them into the trash bin whenever the chance arises.

however, he can tell by your body language that the whole situation bothers you and makes you uneasy.

so, during one incredibly early morning, he decides to do some scouting.

he plays off his odd punctuality by saying he left something in the classroom yesterday and wants to get there early to look for it.

lo and behold, he finds a male student hovering around the lockers—suspiciously darting his head back and forth to be on the lookout for any other students.

little does he realize he’s already been caught red-handed.

“hey you.” shinsou abruptly calls out to him and the boy nearly jumps. “what are you doing here?”

the boy panics at his question, fumbling with his answer while hiding something behind his back—what shinsou presumes to be another one of those cheesy letters.

“u-um, just want to get to class early!” he sputters.

“is there any special reason you’re standing in front of my girlfriend’s locker then? ’cause last i checked, the lockers for general education students were located on the opposite side.” shinsou emphasizes his words with a bite of malice, arms crossed.

“i just lost my way is all–” the student suddenly stops mid-speech, his words and actions forcibly coming to a halt. all thoughts are overturned in the presence of shinsou’s quirk.

“i’m going to make this quick and easy for you to understand. not only are you going to forget about this conversation, but you’re also going to stop handing my girlfriend those love letters.” shinsou bends down to the boy’s height, staring at the abyss in his expression.

“and i’d also appreciate it if you kept your eyes off what’s mine.”

it’s safe to say, your influx of letters had been effectively cut off after that day.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

todoroki is no stranger to finding love letters from avid admirers and fans in his shoe locker before and after classes.

in fact, an unprecedented number of them had begun taking up all the space there after his impressive performance at the sports festival.

when he started dating you, however, he had made a clear declaration that he wouldn’t be accepting anymore of them.

but to be on the opposite end of having to watch you unlatch the door of your locker to have letters and notes practically tumbling out, todoroki wasn’t exactly sure what to make of this feeling that made his stomach twist into knots.

he notices the alarming amount of them and concludes they’re all from various students in different grades and departments.

“y/n, you’re getting pretty popular,” uraraka says, eyeing the stack of envelopes. “must be your dance performance from the culture festival! i remember you did get a lot of cheers in the crowd.”

“guess all those cheers came with a lot of fanboys, huh?” the invisible girl, hagakure, teases.

you jokingly nudge at them to stop with the teasing, but pause when your eyes cross todoroki’s. he’s giving you a look you can’t decipher—one that edges between troubled and apathetic yet you can’t tell which it is.

you send him a nod, silently acknowledging his presence as he waits for you to finish your business so you could head back to the dorms together.

watching you dispose of the various piles of letters has todoroki contemplating about what uraraka and hagakure commented on. about how popular you were getting and how your admirers have been bold enough to profess their reverence for you despite your relationship status.

todoroki’s not entirely sure what to make of this information. he doesn’t linger on it for long though when you finally approach him, your sneakers slipped on and your backpack securely hanging off your shoulders.

“ready to head home?”

a smile finds his lips at your appearance. he softly utters his response.

during the small distance to the dormitories, todoroki reaches for your hand and intertwines your fingers together. as seemingly minor the gesture is at this point of your relationship, it’s a detail you mentally take note of.

usually, when it came to publicly displaying physical forms of affection, you were the one to initiate it. you have to admit, seeing the assertive side of todoroki is like a small breath of fresh air.

as you continue your short journey home, a couple of male students walking by greet you enthusiastically. though you wave back to kindly acknowledge them, you feel the grip on your hand tighten, followed by a slight tug closer to todoroki’s side.

that alone is enough for you to realize something is definitely troubling him.

“sho, is there something wrong?” you ask, steps still walking in tandem with him.

todoroki’s voice doesn’t waver in the slightest as he replies, “no, why would you think that?”

“you’ve been awfully possessive all of a sudden,” you note, “is this because of those letters from earlier?”

“...maybe.”

you quirk a brow, amused. “is that a yes or a no?”

now todoroki is silent. your steps come to a halt. not parting your laced hands from his, you turn to look him in the eye.

“sho?”

“it’s just… when i realize that there are other people looking at you the same way i do, i get… uneasy.” his gaze drops to the ground as he confesses this, hand squeezing yours. the uncomfortable churning in his stomach settles a bit now that the words are out, but he finds it hard to ease the atmosphere.

this is where you picked up from where he left off. your hand goes to his cheek, gently cupping it so you can tilt his head up at you.

“oh shouto, you have to know that you’re the only one for me and i don’t plan on looking at anyone else but you,” you assure him. todoroki stares into your eyes, and in them, he can’t find any hesitance or flutter of doubt.

at this, he lifts your twined hands and grazes your knuckles ever so softly against his lips, wondering whatever troubled him so much to begin with.

[sobsicles]

claire's not expecting them to be at the door. she blinks at the sight of four men all huddled on the stoop with flowers and what appears to be bags of food flowing from their arms. jack is peeking above a bouquet, beaming at her.

"who's at the door?!" jody calls from the kitchen, her voice muffled by the sound of grease popping and the clanking of pans and spatulas meeting over and over.

"god," claire calls back, because she likes to think she's funny.

there's a beat of silence, and then jody's sticking her head out the kitchen. the moment she sees them, she breaks out into a grin and saunters over, shoving the spatula in claire's hand as she chatters away.

"what's going on out there?" donna asks as claire escapes back to the kitchen to poke at food jody is apparently willing to burn just because the winchesters decided to show their faces today of all days.

"judgement day," claire says dryly.

donna shares a look with patience. "haven't we dealt with that already a few times?"

"only by association," claire admits, "but i wouldn't put it past them to bring it along with 'em now. the boys are here."

"oh, isn't that nice?" donna chirps, already popping up from her chair. "i didn't know they were stopping by today."

"wonder how sam's doing," patience agrees, wandering out the kitchen right along with donna. claire can hear everyone cracking up and talking in the living room.

trust the winchesters to shake things up just by showing up. can't have one goddamn day, can they? well, that's not true. in their case, as far as claire is concerned, they're shitty for showing up and shitty for not. someone has to knock 'em all down a peg or two, so she might as well be the one.

"what did that chicken ever do to you?" kaia asks teasingly as she sidles into the kitchen and stops by the stove, hip-checking claire out of the way to take over.

"the boys are here," claire informs her.

kaia raises her eyebrows. "like, the boys as in the winchesters, or is this a milkshake pun?"

"i can only be so gay, sweetheart," claire says, shooting her a flat look.

"raise the bar a little. could be gayer. you can always be gayer," kaia teases, reaching out to sneak her hand around claire's hip, her eyes bright with amusement.

"you know what? you're right," claire agrees and immediately tries to cop a feel while kaia laughs and dances out of range.

jack appears in the doorway. "hello," he says, whispering for some reason. "claire, i need your help."

"no," claire says, not even glancing at him. she continues to try and put her hand up kaia's shirt, just to see her laugh.

"can i borrow twenty dollars?" jack asks.

"no. aren't you god?"

"yes, but i don't get paid to be."

"well, sucks for you. borrow money from cas," claire mutters, settling in behind kaia as she focuses on the food on the stove, swatting lazily at claire's roaming hands.

"he'll just borrow money from dean."

"borrow from sam."

"he'll just borrow money from dean."

"borrow from—wait, why does it matter if it's from dean? just borrow from him."

jack huffs. "i can't. i need the money for dean. i have a card, and i read online it's customary to give money with a card. also, will you sign it?"

"you got dean a card?" claire asks, craning her head around to stare at jack skeptically.

"yes."

"don't tell me it's for what i think it is."

"mother's day," jack confirms unironically.

claire wheezes out a laugh. "oh my god."

"there's a pen in the catty on the fridge," kaia says, clearly amused.

"yeah. yeah, this is—yeah." claire chokes on more laughter and stumbles towards the group of pens in the magnet container on the fridge. she waggles her fingers at jack, clearing her throat, lips twitching. "hand it over, beanstalk. you're a fucking genius."

"oh! thank you," jack declares cheerfully, passing over the card. "so, can i borrow twenty dollars?"

"hell no," claire says. she braces the card against the fridge and swallows down a laugh. sam has already signed it. this just gets better and better. happy mother's day, old man, aka the secondary source of my mommy and daddy issues. you're going for gold with this double-whammy, she writes.

"but i need it," jack insists, staring at her with wide eyes.

claire shrugs. "tough break, kid. what, cas doesn't give you an allowance? is it just me, or are dads getting stricter these days?"

"i didn't think about it in advance," jack admits sadly. "i want to do it right for the holiday. it's mother's day, claire."

"i'm well aware. sorry to break it to you, kid, but last I checked, your mom's as dead as mine," claire tells him, her voice flat. he frowns and she forces herself not to feel bad. everything that sucks for him sucked for her first, so her sympathy levels are a little drained. "father's day will roll around eventually, and you've got a long line of those, so wait your turn."

"i've already done something for my mother today," jack says slowly, his eyebrows furrowed. "i visited her in heaven."

claire snorts derisively and passes the card back over. "must be nice."

"it was," jack agrees, completely missing the point. "i really can't borrow twenty dollars? i'll pay you back."

"nah," claire says. "who cares anyway? wait, why is dean the mom?"

"well, castiel is my father."

"ah, so it's about them having the hots for each other, then? really, kid, you coulda just made dean your step-dad."

jack blinks. "they have the...hots for each other? you mean sex. they have sex?"

"you know what?" claire points at him with her free hand. "i'm not gonna burst your bubble on that one. you've got enough issues on your own without wondering if mommy and daddy still have a spark, so I'm gonna leave that alone. i've got five dollars. take it or leave it."

"deal," jack says immediately.

money is exchanged, and jack looks like he's on cloud nine. claire's just stoked to see the expression on dean's face when he gets the card. it's a homemade card and everything, nothing like the two claire, kaia, patience, and alex got for jody and donna.

claire helps kaia finish up the chicken, which promptly gets set aside to wait on the rest of the food in the oven. sam wanders in at some point to drop off the food they brought. dessert, by the looks of it. pies and cakes that go in the fridge. it's kind of them, but claire would shoot herself in the foot before she ever admits it.

she lets kaia tug her into the living room where everyone is already at, rolling her eyes at how cheered everyone seems just because the winchesters happened to grace their doorstep. really, they all suck.

but also—and claire will never admit this, not even to save her own life—it's nice to see 'em again. it's nice that they've come to celebrate the day in jody and donna's name, giving them flowers and such. it's nice that they hang around for a bit and don't bring the world crashing down on everyone for the duration of their stay.

and, well, it's nice to see cas, too.

he perches up next to the couch that claire is squeezed on with alex, donna, kaia, and jack. kaia is practically in her lap, but claire is secretly glad for the excuse. while everyone talks and has conversations across one another, cas focuses entirely on her.

another thing claire will never admit is how reluctantly pleased by that she is. it warms her. stupidly, it turns soft and gooey in her chest that he automatically gives her his undivided attention over everyone else, even jack. but, then again, it's not cas' day, so she doesn't have to look too close to that feeling. it's mother's day, so it's not about him.

when the food is ready, they reconvene in the kitchen, and that's when they crack out the cards and gifts. claire is practically vibrating with laughter before jack has even brought his card out. before that, though, she smiles softly and strokes kaia's thigh under the table as jody and donna read their cards and chuckle at the messages, their gazes warm and their smiles sweet. they look happy. they deserve to be.

"okay, last one," claire announces, grinning at jack. she's starting to think she likes this kid if he's an agent of chaos like this.

and okay, maybe she hates him a little in abstract, but in detail, she finds that she does actually like him. you kinda just wanna put him in your pocket without meaning to, she's learned. there's too much to explore with the whole psuedo sibling thing and parents that aren't parents, as well as parents that are but didn't choose to be, only he did choose one of them, and it wasn't her. it's complicated, but underneath it all, there's a vibrant love there that she can't look directly at. sometimes, she despises that she's included in it; yet, just the same, she's thankful that she is.

"oh hell," dean mutters, swinging his gaze between alex and patience. "one of you...ya know? did we miss something?"

claire snorts.

"what? no," alex replies, grimacing. "i have no idea what claire's talking about. claire, what the hell are you talking about?"

"jack?" claire prompts in a wheeze.

"here you go," jack chirps, holding out the card to dean, beaming. "happy mother's day."

the expression on dean's face is somehow even better than claire imagined. she howls with laughter while sam buries his face in his hands, his shoulders jerking. cas squints at jack, and jody's eyebrows fly up at the same exact time that donna grins.

"is this a joke?" dean sputters.

"no, no, nope," claire chokes out, nearly fucking crying with laughter. "happy mother's day, dean."

"you gotta take it, man," sam agrees, clearing his throat and biting back a smile as he bobs his head dutifully towards the card.

dean fixes sam with a flat look and snatches the card. "you're all so fucking—sam, you signed it?!"

"happy mother's day," sam says, his mouth pinched, visibly trying not to laugh.

"do you like it?" jack asks earnestly. "i made the card, sam signed it first, and claire provided the money."

"i—" dean stares down at the card, then heaves a sigh and looks up at jack. it's clear to him that—out of everyone—jack is clearly taking this very seriously. he offers him a weak smile, then swallows. "yeah, s'great, kid. thank you. sam, you are dead to me. claire, i will be spending this on something you hate. cas, this is somehow your fault."

"yup, sounds like a mother to me," jody declares, holding up her beer with a smile.

"welcome to the club," donna agrees, holding hers up as well. "everyone else annoys the shit out of you, but you love 'em anyway."

dean sighs and clinks his beer to theirs.

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Estocolmo

Hannibal x Reader

Masterpost

Warnings: Smut 18+ thigh riding, fingering, oral, daddy kink, plot to make up for my first attempt at writing smut.

Word count: 6.8k

Chapter One

“Fucking hell.” You sighed as you looked at the still tall stack of essays that needed grading. “I’m never getting through this.”

Your stomach grumbled, signaling it was time for a break. Stretching, the quiet was interrupted by the sound of your bone’s protest from sitting in one position for hours. It was nights like these you had regretted your choices. Sure you had known Professor Jacob loved to torture his students with too much work, but when you took the job as his assistant you assumed that he’d shoulder some of the weight. A ridiculous thought now that you’ve experienced working with him. Why should he even think of grading an assignment when he had a perfect little lackey doing it for him? That was a non question. He had been strict about the work not leaving his office, which meant you had accidentally fallen asleep in his office more than often than you would have liked. The pile of work never seemed to diminish. 

Walking out the office, you thought briefly of the joy you would feel when you’d never have to see it again. These long corridors would be a thing of the past in just a few, short months. Then you’d probably go to the city and struggle for a while but at least you would be free from here. As much as you prided yourself for getting through the first round of college, the walls of the building gave you more of an annoyed feeling than anything. 

Pushing open the door to the teachers lounge, you made a beeline for the fridge. The leftover pizza already seemed like a feast until you noticed it was nowhere to be seen. “Hannibal,” you whined to the empty room as you closed the fridge. 

“Yes, darling?” 

You startled, immediately turning around to face him, a mischievous smile was plastered on his lips. Usually your missing dinner meant to head over to his office. It wasn’t typical, but the two of you had managed a comfortable friendship between the shared late nights. Though, you suspected he’d stay longer than necessary to accompany you in the empty building. “Would you mind telling me where my dinner went, handsome?” You asked, raising a brow at him.

“Old pizza can hardly be considered dinner. Come,” he motioned to sit next to him at the table, “I’ve got a better meal prepared for you nonetheless.”

“Or maybe you just need to learn to appreciate the simple things,” you quipped as you took your seat.

“And you, the finer.”

You gave him an obvious look over, “I’d say I appreciate you plenty enough.” 

Being so forward wasn’t usually in your cards. However Hannibal had always been a gentleman and it had been fun to tease at him a bit. He never complained, often just acknowledging what you said with a raised brow or chuckle. Still there was always some truth in jokes and you’d be lying to say that he was anything less than tempting. Especially in the dark grey suit and dried blood red shirt of his. ‘No’ wouldn’t come to mind if he ever offered.

“Naughty, Miss LN,” he chided you, “What shall we do with you?”

“What do you want to do with me?”

“Eat your dinner,” he said, humor in his voice as he shook his head.

You choked back a comment about him just wanting to see your mouth stuffed, deciding it was too much of a push. Instead you just opened the lunchbox he placed in front of you. Hannibal watched you expectantly as you took a bite of the meat.

Closing your eyes, you savored the bite. It had been a while since you had something home cooked. “Han... I’m going to miss you most. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you. Delicious, as always.”

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” He went back to work on his own stack of papers as you ate. “Though, I’m not sure I’m ready to allow you to live off street food once we part.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to find me another man that insists on throwing away my perfectly good food to serve me home cooked meals.”

Hannibal left some remarks on a paper before pushing it to the side. “You could always come learn a few things. Maybe I’ll rest better knowing you know how to make yourself a couple of decent meals. Any guesses for the meat?”

It was a strange guessing game, but you indulged him, he was just eccentric. “Oh, definitely human,” you teased, making sure to pick up some spinach and artichoke in the next bite, “Probably had a boring name like David.”

“Close. It was Richard,” he corrected. 

“Beef, it was the Rolex of all farm animals hand picked by you and I’m very grateful you shared some with me,” you smiled at him, “So how are things going with Baltimore?”

“I’ve found a beautiful home. The office, however, seems to be harder to find.”

“I’m sure you’ll find the perfect one.” Your phone started ringing. Grabbing it from your pocket, you looked at the screen. Mom. “They’re making this unnecessarily difficult,” you sighed to yourself. 

Hannibal looked at you with peaked interest as you shut off your phone and pushed it away. “Is something troubling you?”

“My parents aren’t taking too kindly to the no contact rule. It’s the tenth call today.”

“You’ve cut them off?”

“I thought about what you had said,” you shrugged, “I’m tired of always having to get them out of troubles and be their ATM when I don’t have enough for myself. It’s just too much on me right now. Between school assignments, Jacob’s work pile, and my other part time, it’s all just suffocating. They keep trying to use my grandfather’s death as a leverage to make me feel bad about not talking to them now, but they just want some money. I don’t want to feel guilty about this but I can’t help it.”

“Don’t,” he placed his hand over yours, “You deserve to feel taken care of and appreciated. They aren’t providing you with that now. Especially now when they use the death of the person who raised you as leverage,” he shook his head, making a disgusted sound, “It’s for your own well-being that you take some time to breathe and be young. They provide too much stress…” Hannibal fell silent. “I’ve suggested this before but i-“

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze before pulling away. “I’m not taking your money. We’re friends. Money complicates things. Muddies the waters.”

“Friends help each other,” he reminded you, “I’ve already told you I wouldn’t want any payment.”

“But I’d still feel like I owe you.” You shook your head, “It wouldn’t feel right to me. I’m fine. I promise. Though, if you’re so willing to help me with something, I wouldn’t say no to those cooking lessons. They could be fun.”

He spared you a smile, “It would be my pleasure to teach you what I know.”

“And I’d never deny your pleasure,” your mouth spoke before you could think about it, “Sorry.”

“I don’t deny myself pleasure either,” he said, amused. “You’re fine. Now, how about we meet on Sunday? I’ll have time to figure out a full meal and gather all of the ingredients.”

“Great!” You ignored the heat that still lingered on your face, “I- um, do you need me to bring anything?”

“Nothing at all, I’ll make sure to take care of everything. All you need to do, sweet girl, is bring yourself and an appetite.”

You stifled a pleased smile at the term of affection. “I’ll make sure to do that,” sparing a glance to the clock, you frowned, “I should probably get back to work on those essays.”

“Why don’t we work on them together?” He suggested. “My colleague is notorious for drowning you in his work. I can help you sort through it all and you can have a restful Saturday without Micheal’s added stress.”

“I really can’t ask that of you. You already have enough work as it is.”

“We’ll work together. First your work, then mine. What happened to never denying my pleasure?” 

Your eyes widened, but you laughed all the same. Maybe a while more in his company wouldn’t be so bad. “Fine. Hold me to my words, but it’s only going to cause you a headache. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. These new kids are… something else.”

“They’re nothing,” he stood, grabbing his papers in one hand, “Meet me in my office. We can be more comfortable there and I may have stowed away a bottle of wine.”

“What would I do without you Doctor Lecter?”

-

“You have arrived at your destination,” the robotic voice informed you as you parked.

You took in the mansion of a home. It was too big for someone that lived alone. The thought made you shiver. Homes should be filled with life, not empty space. Then again, he was a fan of dinner parties, extravagant ones at that, so you supposed there was life in those walls on occasion. The home itself reminded you of the houses in old movies. Ones where the lightning would strike at just the right moment as a warning to stay away. But this was real life and there was no lightning, just a sun setting on a near perfect day. 

Without a warning telling you to keep away, you grabbed the gift bag and stepped out of your car. He had said to bring nothing, but you couldn’t resist a simple gift. The ties in the bag had taken out a decent chunk from your pocket, but he deserved them. Between agreeing to give you cooking lessons and helping you out with grading every so often, the simple pieces of fabric meant nothing. Besides, it was a two way gift, he’d get more of the patterned ties he was fond of and you’d get to see him in the darker colors you liked on him, knowing he’d feel compelled to wear them to show you his gratitude.

Knocking on the door, you waited a couple of minutes before he emerged. “YN, just in time. Please, come in,” he stepped to the side, “I’ve looked forward to this all day.”

You smiled and stepped past him. “I have too. Entertained myself a bit today by finding you a gift.” 

“Darling, you shouldn’t have.”

Nervousness bit at you slightly, a bit self conscious they’d be too cheap for his taste. Too late to back out of it, you handed over the bag. “You’ve always been so kind and I really appreciate everything. Let me do something for you.”

He set the bag on the nearby table, laying out the ties to get a better look at them.  “They’re all lovely,” he ran a finger across the fabric of a maroon one, “Fond of me in darker colors, YN?”

“What can I say?” You shrugged, “We catch ourselves spending a lot of time together. Why not make you a decent piece of eye candy?”

“Inappropriate,” he chided you, before signaling you to follow after him.

“You just wear them so well, Doctor Lecter.”

Shrugging off his navy suit coat, he draped it over a chair, making quick work of rolling up his sleeves. “Ready to get your hands dirty, my little sous-chef?”

“What are we making?” You asked, looking at his kitchen wide eyed. It was definitely bigger than your measly studio apartment. 

“Frisee aux lardons, duck with a pomegranate-citrus glaze. I took the liberty of preparing a blood orange sorbet for dessert.”

“I have a proposal.”

“Yes?”

“We don’t do any of that and just have dessert for dinner.”

“No,” he gave you an amused glance, “There’s more pleasure in waiting for things. Why don’t you start washing up the vegetables and I’ll start preparing the duck?”

You stuck your tongue out at his back but set to your work. “This is what I get for befriending a charming old guy.”

“Keep going the way you are and our next meal together will be langue d’Agneau en papillote.”

“That can’t be a threat if I don’t know what that means,” you quipped, setting aside an endive. 

“It means, darling,” he pointed his knife at you, “The fondness I feel for you is an inconvenience. Nonetheless, it’s welcomed.”

You smiled at him brightly, as you brought the washed vegetables over to him. “I’m fond of you too, but you gotta stop flirting and teach me how we’re gonna cook Daffy here.”

He motioned for you to grab a cutting board and a knife of your own. The two of you worked in quiet harmony, occasionally he’d tell you exactly why he was doing something a certain way or just give you simple instructions and let you have a hands on feel of exactly how to prepare something. It was nice to see him in his element. Hannibal seemed much more content in his kitchen than any where you had seen him at the college. Eventually he set his work to the side and washed his hands. 

“You’re cutting them too thick. Thinner is better for this dish.” He stepped behind you, “Do you mind?”

“Go ahead.” You attempted to move to the side, but Hannibal had already caged you in between himself and the counter. His cologne was different from the one you were accustomed to him wearing, but the subtle spice of it gave a more homey feeling to him. 

Hannibal grabbed your hand that had yet to  let go of the knife. He made sure to show you how to cut them the right thickness. “See? A little thing can unbalance everything.”

“Hm,” you hummed, catching yourself relaxed against the man, his frame strong against yours, “I don’t see much of a difference. Pretty sure this is just your variation of a putter.”

“You assume I have hidden motives,” He acknowledged, looking down at you, “And if there were any?”

Taking the bait, you pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw. “I wouldn’t be too upset.”

His head dipped into your shoulder, taking in a breath. “What happened to not wanting to bring on complications in our friendship?”

“We only have weeks left with each other,” you shrugged, “There wouldn’t be any complications. Not really.”

“We really should get back to making our dinner, darling,” he sighed, almost seeming reluctant to pull away, “What else did you did you do today?””

It took you a second to respond, still shaking off the embarrassment. You weren’t sure what had compelled you to do that. When you looked up at him you grimaced. Grabbing a napkin, you carefully wiped away the lingering lipstick. “The ties were the more interesting part of the day, I didn’t plan anything eventful. Honestly most of my day was taken with trying to recall the shop you mentioned that carried the ones you liked.”

He hummed in appreciation, “You also managed to pick out two I have had my eye on. I’ve got new suits coming in soon that will pair perfectly.”

You beamed at that, happy he did actually like what you had chosen. “Lucky guess. It was difficult remembering the ones I had seen you wear.”

Hannibal made to grab some ingredients and set them on the counter near the stove. “Have your parents tried calling you this weekend?”

You sighed, sure you didn’t have to tell him the truth but you wanted to, he had a compelling thing to him that made it easy to just speak. “I sent them money for rent. Which was honestly the dumbest thing I’ve done in a while.”

“It wasn’t idiotic,” he stated, setting to work on making the pomegranate sauce as you watched, “They’re you’re parents. It’s only natural you worry about them. Though, I do worry they’ll think of you as a person that doesn’t stick to her word.”

“I know, I really meant to, but the thought of them out on the street. It’s not my responsibility, but I’m just so used to being their adult.”

“It’s difficult to detransition. You worry for them as they should worry for you.”  He checked over a pan he had been heating, “That’s perfect. If you could please..” Grabbing the plate with the duck you set them on the pan. “With duck it’s important to render off the fat. A low heat is necessary.”

You nodded, “Low and slow, got it... You know, I’m not sure they worry about me at all. I mean- I know they don’t. It should hurt, but it’s just a fact of life.”

“They didn’t give you an opportunity to be a child. When you were supposed to be in the most carefree moments of your life, they burdened you with the responsibilities of an adult.” He held out a spoon with some of the pomegranate sauce for you to taste. “Any pain the notion inflicted on you has been killed with time.”

“There are still moments though. Suppose that’s common enough, isn’t it Doc?” You leaned in, allowing him to feed you, “That tastes amazing. I really should have paid attention.”

“It’s simple, I’ll write it out for you later.” Casting the sauce aside, he set a pot of water to boil. “Very common. We aren’t too dissimilar when it comes to how quickly we had to grow up. Very different reasons, but the fall out isn’t much different. Our paths left us in places where we’re very much alone.”

“What happened?” You asked, realizing that he had known a great deal of your family and you had known nothing more past how his day had gone or his preference of coffee. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I don’t.” Hannibal went to fill two glasses with wine. “I was very young when my parents died. My father had implemented in me that, if anything were to happen, I was to take care of my mother and sister. Which meant I had grown fiercely protective of Mischa when the time came. Soon I was acting more as her father than a brother.”

“Where’s Mischa now?” You asked, knowing at the very least she had to be in her late twenties.

His lips set into a frown, he took a quick drink. “Lost her sometime after. There was a lapse of judgement on my part and she suffered because of it. My days have often been shrouded by the thought that I could have done better by her. The ways I failed burdens me significantly.”

You rubbed his arm sympathetically. “I couldn’t even begin to imagine that pain.”

“It’s something I never wish to experience again. Losing someone you love so dearly, it changes a person.”

“I’m sure you tried your best. You’re a good man. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that when you were so young.”

“You think too highly of me,” he patted your hand on his arm, “Far better than I deserve. Still if my childhood had taught me anything, it’s to value those I hold dear. Such as yourself.” 

“I’m glad we found each other. Even if it is for a short while.” You watched as he stepped back into the rhythm of cooking. Maybe you weren’t any help to him but watching him work was comforting. 

He raised a brow, “Just because the amount of time we physically see each other will diminish, doesn’t mean we need to completely break apart. I’d like to have you at my dinner table later in life.”

“I’d like it if we kept in touch,” you replied, looking at a small box on the counter. The small black beads glimmered in the light, calling at you to take a peek. A neat row of recipe cards in his impeccable penmanship, numbered as high as 120 but there could have been more. “That’s sweet,” you mused, looking at the back of a card, noticing a couple had business cards on them, “You keep track of your friends’ favorites like this?”

“Friends, acquaintances, business partners. It’s difficult remembering everyone’s preferences. When I have dinner parties I like to make sure there’s a bit of something for everyone.”

“Hm, well I’m sorry I don’t have a card for you to have.”

When everything was said and done, you helped Hannibal set up the plates to have dinner. The conversation became light as you laughed along to the better memories of Mischa. From his smile it was easy to see he adored the usually shy girl. You never pressed on to find out how she died, simply choosing to bask in his soft smiles and laughter instead of entertaining curiosity. It was easy to see he rarely talked about her and you were grateful that he found that much comfort in you.

Some time later he was sitting at his harpsichord, playing a self composed melody as you browsed his shelves. There was an almost familiar calm in the air, like this was a usual happening and it would simply just happen again. A naturally reoccurring moment. You found comfort in his presence too. 

You looked up from the shelves when you heard his sigh. “I can’t seem to master this melody,” he stated, “The ending never sounds right.” The annoyed demeanor contradicted his lax look. At least lax for him. His vest and suit jacket had been discarded a while ago leaving him with a popped button, loosened tie, and rolled up sleeves. “I may just leave this one in the air.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” you said, walking over to him, “Though we can be our own worst critics. I know I’m mine.”

“It sounds… forced. Almost as if it’s reluctant to work with me.”

“Forced things just need time.” You placed your hand on his shoulders, digging in your thumbs to relieve the tension you felt. A soft groan as he let his head lull back to rest against your stomach. “Time is all you need sometimes. I thought you would have learned that already, old man.”

He opened his eyes, raising a brow at you. “Always with that mouth.”

You smiled down on him fondly, something- probably the wine in your system -thought about pressing a kiss to his forehead right then. “What can I say? It has a mind of its own.”

“I do prefer when it’s otherwise occupied,” he stated, closing his eyes again.

Your fingers dug a little deeper at that, caught off guard. “And yet.”

Hannibal played a couple soft notes, seemingly testing the waters for his next attempt at getting it to sound right. “And yet.” The first melody seemed almost innocent, but was followed by a second seemingly stalking after it. “Would you mind putting on a record? It seemed I’ve grown bored with music of my own.”

“Sure thing, Han.” Giving his shoulders one final squeeze you pulled away from him. At the record table you browsed through his selection. Hannibal was still composing as you decided to go with a record that looked more worn than the others, figuring something well loved would help him out of his frustrated state. Setting it on the platter, you gave it a brief once over with the anti static brush, knowing he’d probably be attentive to that type of thing, and dropped the needle. The music filled the air as you took in the melody. “Very you.”

He let out a soft chuckle, abandoning the harpsichord, in favor walking over to you. “Very me, indeed.” Hannibal took the record sleeve out of your hand, setting it down on the table. The music’s build up reached. “Would you give me the honor?” His hand was stretched out toward you.

You gave him a sheepish smile, “Afraid I’m going to have to disappoint. I’m not much of a dancer.”

“I’ve been told I’m a wonderful teacher,” he pressed, a charming smile on his lips, “We all start somewhere. Let me be yours.”

A soft laugh bubbled from you as you took in his look of boyish excitement. “You’re not allowed to complain when I step on your toes.” You placed your hand in his. 

He gave a gentle squeeze to your hand. “If you’re too terrible, I’ll show you the way I taught Mischa. You can stand on my toes as I try to help you commit the movements into muscle memory.”

“Handsome and a comedian.”

“I try my best.” Hannibal gave you a gentle spin as he pulled you closer. A kiss was pressed to your hand before he placed it on his shoulder. “Now, just follow after me,” he instructed, placing his hand on your hip.

The moment could have made you fall for the man as you danced with him throughout the room. Toothy smiles and teasing winks were sent your way the couple of times you stepped on his toe. Soon enough, you figured out the pace and learned how to follow through with his unspoken plans. Still, ever the novice, you managed to place your foot in a way that sent you both stumbling to the floor.

Hannibal held you close to his chest, ensuring you didn’t get hurt in the fall. “Oh my sweet girl,” he laughed, “we are going to need more practice.”

You hid your face against his neck, ignoring the fact that he could feel how hot your face was getting. “You want more of that?”

“You were doing perfect, YN,” he stroked your hair sympathetically, “One misstep isn’t something to be embarrassed about.”

Taking a deep breath, you shifted off of the older man, opting to sit beside him on the floor. Hannibal followed suit, leaning back on his elbows. “I really am going to miss seeing you regularly,” you admitted, reaching out your hand to push back the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. 

“We spend much of our time together,” he acknowledged as he looked at you curiously. “In the kitchen-“

Your eyes widened slightly, “We don’t need to talk about that i-it’s fine. No hard feelings.”

“Romantically or physically?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Do you see me as a romantic or physical conquest?”

“I, um,” you opted to look at your fumbling hands, “I’m honestly not sure about romance… especially considering… everything and my experience when it comes to romance. Never really thought past- I’m talking too much.”

Hannibal’s hand tilted your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Oh? What happened to the confident girl in the kitchen? Don’t go shy on me now.”

“I was high on your cologne, you can hardly blame me,” you rambled, “It pairs with mine nicely I think.”

His thumb stroked absentmindedly at your jaw. “Such a sweet little thing you are… Now, tell me, YN, what couldn’t you think past?”

“You,” you offered lamely, “Mostly nights when I needed to relax. You’d cross my mind. I’d wonder how you felt. How’d you do things. Maybe you’d like to leave bruises only you’d ever know about…”

“There’s something special in knowing what others don’t,” Hannibal acknowledged, “I do enjoy my lovers wearing my marks, hidden from others view and only acknowledged by myself. As it should be, I’m certain you agree.”

You swallowed thickly at the implication of being marked as his solely. The idea of having normal conversations with him at the college with evidence of him knowing you well burned against your skin. Maybe you’d see if you could convince him into one particular fantasy Friday night had conjured. 

He rested his thumb against your bottom lip, bringing you back to him. “I’ve had thoughts of my own… I wonder… Have you ever wrapped a hand around your own neck?” Hannibal smirked at the way your lips parted in surprise as he felt the heat rise to your face, caught in a way you hadn’t expected. “Sweet girl, were you desperate for me?”

You went to lick your bottom lip out of habit, instead finding the pad of his thumb. “Yes, sir.”

“Darling,” he sighed out softly, almost disappointed, “we could have sorted you out this entire time, if you’d only ask politely. There would have been no need for you to imagine, creative as you might have been. You always put everyone’s needs before yours, but where does that leave you?” Hannibal his thumb pressed against your lips lightly, humming in satisfaction when you let him in, already so compliant. “All you have to do is ask. What would you have me do tonight?” A soft pop sounded in the room as he pulled his thumb back, smearing your spit onto your lips and chin. 

“Just tonight?” The words rolled out of your mouth thoughtlessly. 

A soft laugh. “Maybe more, if you behave.”

Hannibal threaded his hand into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. Leaning closer he took a deep breath, taking you in, before leaving a simple kiss against your neck. His warm breath fanned across your face as he kept you in anticipation. Finally he graced you with a feather light kiss, so quick you weren’t sure you even noticed. You didn’t have time to feel ashamed of the whine that had escaped when he started to move away. Following after him, you caught him in an urgent kiss, threading your own hands in his hair to make sure he’d stay close. Hannibal bit at your bottom lip, his tongue sliding in the second you gasped. You ignored the sting and slight coppery taste. 

Sure you had had your fair share of ventures. It was only natural to crave the attention for the night or a couple hours. However, Hannibal didn’t feel like any of your past partners. His kiss was unrelenting and passionate. Quickly he learned exactly how to kiss you to ensure you’d moan into his mouth. You weren’t sure how long had been spent like this. Lips on lips. Someone’s wandering hand trailing down the other’s body. The growing need. Every movement slowly became bolder. Hannibal took the time to pull you onto his thigh, closing the distance between you even more. He kissed along your neck until he found a spot that made you buck against him. 

“Please,” you sighed out, not really knowing exactly what you wanted, but having faith that he’d give you just what you needed. 

Hannibal leaned his forehead against yours, “Are you sure about this, darling?” 

It wasn’t time for contemplation though, everything was already set into motion. He had just asked out of politeness. His hands moved to your hips, he dragged you against himself in a way that clouded your mind. “You’re very convincing,” you said with a shuddered breath. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you matched his rhythm. At the moment everything in the world was him and you couldn’t find it in you to mind. 

“You came to me,” he pointed out. His hand tugged at your shirt and you allowed him to pull it off. Fingers raised goose bumps along your skin as he followed the fabric of your bra to unclasp the material.  

“Could you blame me?” You kissed the side of his jaw for the second time this night. The lipstick mark left behind wasn’t as embarrassing when you were half undressed on his lap. A blush blossomed in your chest as you watched his darken eyes take you in.

Hannibal kissed along your chest. His hand made its way into your pants, drawing slow circles on your clit. Your soft moan and jut of your hips urged him for more. Before you could ask, he thrusted two fingers inside of you, the pace changing every so often as he took in your reactions. You leaned your head against his shoulder as you grinded against his hand. Soft whimpers were muffled by the fabric of his shirt. 

“Come on sweet girl,” he used his free hand to pull you off of his shoulder by the hair, “you shouldn’t be hiding. Look at me when I’m touching you. Don’t you want to be my good toy?”

You nodded meekly, unable to make a smart comment when you saw a smirk settle on his lips as a too loud moan took its place. 

“That’s it, no one can hear you,” he teased as he worked at the spot harder, his thumb rubbed at your clit. “You seem very close, what if I…”

As he went to move his hand, you grabbed his wrist to stop him. “No, no, no. Please, I’ll be good for you.”

He chuckled, but didn’t say a word as he brought his pace back up. Instead he chose to revel in your soft sounds and the way you had to focus to keep your eyes on him. Finally, he decided keeping you on the edge was enough and allowed you to cum on his fingers. 

“Clean up your mess,” he said as he thrusted his cum coated fingers into your mouth, “There you go, good girl.”

You watched him as you sucked his fingers clean. Bringing a hand down you palmed cock through his pants, fully intending on returning the favor. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“I’m afraid that status isn’t going to change anytime soon.” Hannibal kissed your pouted lip. “Don’t worry, I fully intend on taking care of you. Come, let’s make you more comfortable.”

As he stood, Hannibal offered you his hand to help you up. You followed him through the home to his bedroom, a place you didn’t think you’d end up but were more than pleased to see. Still you weren’t exactly taking in the sights when you were pulled into a rougher kiss as he led you toward his bed. A not too gentle push to your chest landed you on top of it. Leaning back on your elbows, you watched as Hannibal took his time undressing you fully. 

“You don’t play fair,” you complained, shifting yourself higher on the bed, away from him, “I like a pretty view too you know.”

He smiled, looking down at you fondly, “Very well, but only as a reward for earlier. I know you struggled.”

You smiled at that, shaking your head, “Come here won’t you?”

There wasn’t any time wasted when he settled on top of you, you didn’t have his patience. Your hands worked on his tie and buttons as his lips and teeth trailed across your chest. A subtle grind against your pussy had your thighs squeeze his waist. Pushing his shirt off, you felt down his chest, still surprised by how muscular he seemed to be underneath it all. You wondered if he’d stop you as you reached for his belt.

“That’s enough. I don’t think you’ve earned it just yet.”

An annoyed huff was all you could manage. 

“All in its time, darling.” A surprisingly gentle kiss was dropped on your cheek. “Can you manage waiting a while longer for me?”

You resisted the urge to nuzzle against him, unused to such soft displays from past partners. “Yes, sir...”

“Always such a sweet, polite thing.” 

Hannibal kissed and bit his way down your body, ensuring there would be evidence of him the next time you saw yourself in the mirror. He allowed you to thread your fingers in his hair, giving him a soft push down when he took too long marking you in one spot. It wasn’t much longer until Hannibal was level with your thighs, he pushed them further apart. A moment passed without anything before you remembered his rule. Willing yourself up you looked down at him, catching a wink before you were rewarded with a broad lick. Hannibal sucked your clit, pressing your hips down when you grinded against him. 

A helpless noise was the most you could do.

He bit your thigh, his fingers immediately making their way back inside of you, targeting the spot he had quickly learned turned you to putty. 

“You really are beautiful like this,” Hannibal acknowledged, “Completely at my mercy. Desperate for anything I’m willing to give you.”

There wasn’t any time to think up something to say as Hannibal’s mouth replaced his fingers, silencing any words that weren’t his breathy attempts of his name and pleas. Teeth grazed against your clit and a soft moan of his own was enough to pull you closer. 

“Please, daddy,” you begged, too far gone to be embarrassed by your slip, “I’m close…”

Hannibal was merciful, helping you finish as quickly as you had asked. Maybe at another time he would have teased and made you hold on longer but there was only so much patience he had. Especially when there was such an eager lover begging him. You watched him, dazed, as he came back up, his hand gripping at your jaw.

“Open.”

Doing as he wanted, you opened your mouth, instantly receiving a mix of the still lingering wine he had drank at dinner and you. He watched as you swallowed.

He let out an almost dreamy sigh. “So pliant.” 

Hannibal kissed you, finally allowing you to get your way as you pushed off the last clothes. You pumped him in your hand, working up the courage as you shook off the daze he had left you in. He was definitely the most talented partner you had had.

“We don’t have to go any further,” Hannibal reassured you, kissing the side of your mouth, “I’m perfectly sedated watching you.”

You shook your head immediately, not wanting him to think you were hesitant. “I want to, college guys aren’t so giving, just needed some time to clear my head.” As if to prove your point you gave him a squeeze, that made him thrust into your hand on instinct. “I just feel bad you’re doing all the work.”

“I prefer it,” he groaned quietly, as you thumbed at the slit. Hannibal rolled so that you could be on top of him, “But if you insist…”

A soft laugh. “That was hardly the fight I was expecting,” you muttered teasingly, kissing his jaw. 

“My patience is running thin.”

At that you straddled him, your hand lining him up with you. His hands held you steady as you sunk onto him. The both of you moaned softly when he was fully inside. Hannibal slowly grinded you against himself as you adjusted to his size. Hands against his chest, you started riding him in earnest. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praised you, his fingernails digging harder into your hips. 

“Yours,” you whimpered, too enthralled in the feel of him to pay any attention to the weight of what you were saying. His groans underneath you encouraged you more than anything. “All yours.”

Hannibal sat up, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you firm against him. His soft kiss was a contrast to how roughly he was working himself into you. You couldn’t find it in you to care that he had taken control again. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him do as he pleased, just enjoying the way his hands and lips would travel across your body. Teasing, pinching, biting everywhere he could reach.  Your chest alone would be covered in marks left behind by Hannibal. That would be a problem for the future you to deal with at the moment you were too preoccupied with begging him for more. He’d slow his thrust whenever he felt you close to the end, chuckling lowly at the whining sounds you had made.

“Give daddy one more sweet girl. I know you can.”

You moaned loudly, giving Hannibal exactly what he wanted. When he wanted. Drained, you fell limp against his shoulder. Every small sound you made broadcast directly to him as he used you for all your worth. His arms tightened around you when you tried to pull away from the over stimulation. 

“Daddy’s close,” he promised, his accent thicker than usual, “I’ve taken such good care of my girl. Be good for me.”

Nodding, you dug your nails into his shoulders. You could be good. He had been so good to you after all. Still your vision blurred and it had taken a while longer for him to finally go still inside of you. 

Hannibal kissed the side of your head, before pulling you to lay down against him. His thumb wiped away the stray tear that had managed to fall. “You did so well for me. Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

You sighed sleepily, curling into his side more comfortably, “I’m alright. Just want you.”

“We’ll take care of you later,” he promised, seeing how tired you were, “You should rest, darling. I’ll be right here.” His hand rested on your hip, thumbing at forming bruise gently. Between the soft touch and his quiet humming, it didn’t take long for you to find sleep. 

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fate brought me to your mini College Student Keiji hc and I never knew I needed this side of keiji. I never simped for him or payed him lots of attention (the stupidity, I know this now), but I love how you wrote him in timeskip!! I wanted to know if you could do more college!keiji hcs in the future. Actually I’ll ask properly-when you have time and a chance, can you please do more college!keiji hcs that elaborate more into his daily life and shenanigans? (maybe why he decided to get those hot piercings too?) SORRY FOR BEING SPECIFIC, I just loved the writing! It’s nice seeing him with more to him than just the books and dark academia vibe!

thank youuuu I’m so glad you liked it!! I’m definitely gonna be doing more college hcs for other Haikyuu characters so if you’d like to request for more, you’re more than welcome! I hope you like this one

college!keiji hcs

| Keiji is not proud to admit, but he can’t count on both hands how many times he has been close to being arrested by the police. He would like to say that his friends are to blame, but really he is just as much to blame. (The Taco Friday incident both highly iconic and banned from discussions)

| Avid ice eater. He gets shit from Tetsurou and Shoyo who both like to make fun of him by gifting him a bag of ice for his birthday — jokes on them, he finishes it by the end of the week — He just likes the numbing feeling of eating the ice and likes the way it tastes. (Is a water elitist and won’t drink certain brands of water)

| Keiji takes Art, Law and the study of Classics. The last two are heavy content, and definitely stresses him out when he gets too caught up in his brain. Thankfully he has great friends who will drag him from his dorm (they have once physically tied him up in tape) and help clear his mind.

| One of the many ways is by smoking a little green. When Keiji was first offered he completely panicked and was thinking of all the ways he was going to jail and how his life would be ruined and would be forced to sell his body behind a 7/11 for slushie.

| He now is one of the most prominent stoners in the group, second to Shoyo and Satori. Weed helps calm him down, stops the overthinking and lets him have the best sleep ever. It also is when he is coerced (not really because he usually starts the drama) into participating in the dumbest of shit. He likes to complain but secretly he loves it.

| He still overthinks and some days are worse than others. Thinks that his friends don’t really like him, that they’re only pitying him. Thinks that everyone will still see him as boring, plain Keiji. Fears one day he’ll wake up back in high school and all his progress will be wiped away.

| Of course those fears are wiped away when Kotaro comes running into his room and physically lifts him from his bed because it’s movie night and they were watching the princess and the frog and he needs to hug Keiji when Dr. Facilier shows up.

| Keijis tattoos and piercings mean a lot to him. They were the first step of his new persona and he was both scared but excited. He was questioned a lot by everyone. His friends were all concerned but they stopped the questions and were supportive when they saw how mesmerised and happy Keiji was.

| Mans has the highest pain tolerance. Breezes through every tattoo and piercings. Has the audacity to say ‘oh that didn’t hurt as much as I thought’ when getting a tattoo on his ribcage.

| CRYSTAL BOY KEIJI. Has tarot cards all over his dorm room and his crystals are everywhere. Open the kitchen cupboard for a cup, you’ll find an Amethyst there instead. In the bathroom looking to wash your hands, you mistake the soap for rose quartz. His crystals are the equivalent of his children. Kotaro and Yuji were playing around with one of his crystals, dropped them and watched as their life flashed before their eyes.

| Nobody talks about May 13th. Dubbed as the reckoning of Keiji Akaashi.

| ASTROLOGY BOY KEIJI. Our favourite Sagittarius. (has his sign tattooed behind his ear) ABSOLUTELY will bring up people's signs as to why they're being bitchy that day. Has multiple astrology apps on his phone that he will pull out during an argument. If he feels like being petty he will outright say ‘you're a Virgo? We can’t be friends’ Sends everyone their horoscopes for the day.

| Likes to roleplay warrior cats with Kenma. Shoyo and Takanobu walked in on the two of them on their hands and knees hissing at each other with cat ears and tail. Immediate trauma and needed to be consoled when they were attacked by the two of them.

| Coffee addict? No. Energy drink addict? Absolutely fucking yes. Has an actual wall of energy drinks in his room. Is extremely proud of himself. Is in competition with Shoyo, Kenma and Satori over who has more energy drinks. (Nobody drives with Satori purely for the fact has backseat has been overtaken by empty cans)

| Has scared little children with his tattoos and piercings.

| Keiji, Shoyo and Kenma are a triple threat when they’re all dressed up. Pulls the most bitches out of everyone in the group. Much to their friends' disbelief because they’re also the biggest gremlins ever.

| Bleached his eyebrows and dyed them purple. Was dared to whilst high. Tetsurou dared him. In return for no reason at all Kotaro dyed his ass in support. Nobody dared him and nobody knows why they encouraged his behaviour.

| Nobody would expect it, but whenever he studies Keiji likes to listen to phonk. He can’t explain it but it helps him study better. Everyone get the surprise of their life when he was handed the aux cord.

+ BONUS

When Keiji got his first tattoo his parents didn’t talk to him for four months. Ignored his presence and acted like they didn’t have a child in the first place. Their reactions had made Keiji regret what he did and he was almost tempted to get a tattoo removal appointment. But his friends had been there to talk with him, to help him understand that he had no reason to change who he was becoming. That it wasn’t his problem but his parents who needed to understand and learn. That he was not the problem.

Overtime Keiji grew comfortable into his own skin, slowly coming out of the box that he had been confined in.

His parents slowly became more accepting and understanding. They understood that they were at fault when the three of them sat down and talked. There are still some difficulties that they are yet to sort through but Keiji can see the change in his parents.

His tattoos are his safe place and one of his ways of self-expression. No distinct style but Keiji loves that, his body is a chaotic mess of ink to anyone who doesn’t know him. But each tattoo, no matter how obtuse, has a special meaning and memory.

(He has eight tattoos along his left arm. Small chibi animals that represent his friends. When they saw it, they all burst into tears)

+ BONUS PT.2

| Keiji Akaashi Playlist (he religiously plays this 24/7)

+ BONUS PT.3

| Keiji has three styles. (Plus when he’s a gremlin in a dirty hoodie and sweats)

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The Honeymoon Suite

Into the Rush - Finale 

Pairing: Snowboarder!Tom x Reader

A/N: Here it is, the last chapter, im so happy, but also a little sad. This is much more slice of life than I usually write and it’s honestly been such a fun little project for me. I hope you guys enjoy the finale xx

Summary: Tom’s eager to compete again, but he could never do it without (y/n) at his side

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(y/n) had arrived on the plane with a genius plan to sleep through the whole ride, but unfortunately her nerves had gotten the better of her. So she stayed awake the whole ride while Tom slept on her shoulder. She envied his ability to sleep so easily, he’d passed out pretty much as soon as they’d taken off and stayed asleep until they landed. When he did wake up he had way too much energy for (y/n)’s liking, and it was obvious that he had something planned though he wouldn’t say what. (y/n) feared that it would disrupt her plans to go to sleep as soon as they entered their hotel room.  

(y/n) yawned as they padded through the hotel lobby, her head falling on Tom’s shoulder while he talked to the receptionist. Her eyes fell closed, she thought she might be able to pass out right there.

“Stay awake love,” Tom kissed her head before pushing her head off his shoulder, “We’re gonna head up to the hotel in just a minute and you can go to sleep.”

“I’m trying,” she yawned again, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“Here you are Mr. Holland,” the girl at the desk placed two key cards on the desk in front of the, “Enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you,” he smiled back, taking the keys and wrapping his arm around (y/n)’s waist, “Alright bunny, let’s get you to bed.”

“Thank god,” she groaned, “I hope they have comfy beds.”

“Oh we’ve got the comfiest bed I promise,” he grinned as they entered the elevator.

(y/n) watched him punch in the button for the top floor, “Wait what’s our room number?”

“Shh, you’ll see in a minute,” he smirked.

“Tom,” she whined, “Come on, I just wanna go to bed.”

“And I am getting you to bed as fast as I possibly can my love,” he assured.

She sighed as she waited for the elevator to carry them up. Tom was smiling the whole time, obviously excited for whatever was about to happen. Finally the door opened and he led her down a wide hallway, stopping in front of a door that read ‘Honeymoon Suite’ in big cursive letters across the door.

She giggled, “You got us the Honeymoon Suite?”

He nodded, smiling proudly, “Yeah, romantic right?”

“Very.”

He opened the door, revealing a large hotel room with a massive bed that looked like heaven to (y/n). She tossed her things onto the ground and ran right to the bed, falling face first into the comforter. Tom laughed and set his things beside hers.

“Look, chocolates,” Tom picked a small gift basket up from the middle of the bed, “And champagne.”

“We can open it after you win,” she didn’t move from her spot and her voice came out muffled and barely discernible.

“They called us Mr. and Mrs. Holland,” he chuckled, reading over a small note attached to the basket, “Don’t fall asleep yet, you told me to make sure you do your skincare.”

She groaned, “God damnit.”

“It’ll only take a minute,” he took her hands, pulling her off the bed with a smile, “Come on, you’ll want to see the bathroom anyway.”

She sighed dramatically and threw her bag onto the bed, “Tom I can’t even sleep for that long, every second I’m awake is a second wasted.”

“Well you can sleep all day if you want, you don’t have to come to check in if you don’t want to.”

“Thank god,” she yawned as she padded towards the bathroom, “Holy shit,” she gaped at the bathtub.

It was a massive in ground tub that took up nearly a quarter of the bathroom.

Tom smiled from the doorway, “You’ll never go skinny dipping with me so…”

“Later,” she promised, “After I sleep.” 

“Of course bunny, I know you need your rest,” he kissed her cheek and leaned on the edge of the tub while she got ready, “You can’t sleep all day though, we have to go to bed pretty early tonight so we can be up tomorrow.”

“I know, I just need a few hours, you can wake me up when you get back.” 

“Alright, I’ll probably lay with you until I have to leave.”

“Okay but no kissing, I’m going straight to sleep.” 

He sighed dramatically, “Fine, fine, we’ll just cuddle.”

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(y/n) was still passed out when Tom returned to the hotel. He sat down beside her and placed a hand on her head, smoothing over her hair before he woke her up.

“Wake up bunny,” he shook her lightly, “I brought food.”

She stirred, rubbing her eyes sleepily, “Tom,” she yawned, “Hi.”

“Hi,” he kissed her quickly and sat a bag in her lap, “I brought you some salad.”

“Yummy,” she smiled at him, “Everything went well at check in?”

He nodded, “Yep, I’m all set for tomorrow.”

“Oh good,” she dug into her salad with a big smile.

“I picked something else up too,” Tom set a brown paper bag between them with a mischievous smile.

She frowned, “You know I already have a vibrator right?”

“It’s not a vibrator,” he flushed as he pulled a small glass bottle from the bag, “It’s bubble bath.”

“Bubble bath?” she laughed.

He nodded, “Yeah, I mean maybe like oils or something would have been more romantic, but I thought a bubble bath would be fun.”

“The bubble bath will be much more fun,” she agreed, “We can bust that out after I eat.”

“Good plan bunny,” he couldn’t help stealing another kiss, “Do you still want to go watch Haz later?”

“Of course! But I think we’ve got time for a little bath between then.”

He nodded, “Yeah, we don’t need to be up there until 3, we’ve got plenty of time for a nice, long bath,” he kissed her cheek before he hopped out of the bed, “You finish eating, I'll go get the water running, I’m sure that thing takes awhile to fill up.”

“Good plan.”

Tom took the small bottle of bubble bath and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving (y/n) to finish her meal. By the time she joined Tom in the bathroom he’d already had the tub filled, and nearly overflowing with bubbles.

“How much bubble bath did you add?” (y/n) questioned.

“I-I just dumped the whole thing in,” he flushed, “It might have been a bit too much.”

She bursted into laughter, “Tom you’re only supposed to add a little bit.”

“Well the bottle was small,” he bit back, “And this tub is huge.”

“We’ll make do,” she swiped some of the bubbles onto her finger and wiped them onto his nose, “It smells nice.”

“I bet it smells even better in the tub,” he hummed, grabbing the edge of her shirt, “Would you care to join me inside?”

She nodded, “We should bust out some of that champagne.”

“Really? It’s hardly noon, and I thought we were saving it for when I win.”

“We’ve got two bottles, we can save one for later. It’ll be romantic,” she dragged a finger down his chest, “It’s not like we’re gonna drink the whole bottle, just a glass or two.”

“Why don’t you hop in then and I’ll go grab the champagne?”

“Thanks Tommy,” she grinned and stripped her clothes, setting them in a neat pile before she climbed into the bath.

She sank into the warm tub with a smile, letting the warm water and bubbles envelope her. Tom returned to the bathroom with two champagne flutes in hand, he set them on the counter and popped open the champagne. There was a loud pop and the cork went skidding across the floor while he poured them both a glass.

“Bring that over here,” (y/n) giggled.

“Here you are my love,” Tom handed her a glass and began stripping his clothes, “Move over.”

She rolled her eyes and sipped at her champagne as he climbed in the tub behind her, “This is good.”

“Really?” Tom questioned as he slung an arm around her, dragging her into his lap, “Oh yeah it is, very sweet.”

“Maybe we can top off the bottle later.”

“Good idea,” Tom pressed his lips to her shoulder, starting to trail kisses up her neck, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she reached one of her hands behind her, threading her fingers through his messy curls.

“Careful now bunny, you’re gonna make me spill,” he lips curled to a smile against her skin.

“Well maybe you should just grip the glass a little tighter Tom,” she purred, “Cause I’m gonna do a lot worse than just play with your hair.”

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Tom and (y/n) had ended up polishing off the bottle of champagne before they even left the bathtub, leaving them with a decent buzz as they stumbled out of the hotel. They took an Uber to the mountain, giggling to themselves and trying to coach each other on how not to seem drunk when they got there.

“There’s Collin,” Tom pointed towards the crowd of people gathering around the barricade where the event was taking place, “Walk in a straight line.”

“Oh my god Tom I’m buzzed not hammered, I can walk just fine,” she giggled, holding onto his arm while they walked.

“I don’t know, you seem a little sloppy to me,” he teased.

“You seem a little sloppy,” she bit back.

“Tom! (y/n)!” Collin waved them down as they arrived, he stood right up at the barricade with Damien and Ivy, “Harrison is up, come watch with us!”

“Oh god, Damien,” Tom rolled his eyes, “Fucking prick.”

“It’s fine, we’re just here to watch, we don’t have to talk to them,” she tugged at his arm, “No fighting alright?”

“Right,” he nodded, “We’re just here for Haz.”

“Where have you two been all day? Caught up in the bedroom?” Collin snickered.

(y/n) rolled her eyes, “No Collin, we were caught up in the bathtub.”

He started laughing while Tom took a hold of (y/n)’s waist, “Doesn’t matter what we were doing, we’re here to watch Haz now. How did he look during warm ups?”

“Great, I think he’s got this.”

“Wait, which one is Harrison?” (y/n) squinted, trying to make out the figures at the top of the mountain.

“In the blue bunny,” he kissed her cheek.

“Oh I see.”

Three short beeps signaled the start of the race, Harrison weaved between the flags and swept through the finish in a matter of seconds. They all cheered and Harrison beamed at them, sweeping in to say hi to his friends before he had to leave again.

“There you two are,” he said, “When did you guys get here?”

“Right before you went on,” Tom beamed at him, “You looked great up there mate.”

“Yeah that was crazy, I can’t believe you go so fast,” (y/n) giggled, “And you won! That’s so awesome, I’m so glad you won Harrison!”

“Well it's a tournament so I haven’t won yet but…” he trailed off, narrowing his eyes at them, “Are you drunk?”

“What?” (y/n) went wide eyed, “No, no, we’re not drunk, we just had some champagne before we came, but we’re definitely not drunk.”

“Just a bit buzzed,” Tom corrected.

“Alright,” he chuckled, “I’m glad you two are enjoying yourselves, I’ve got to get back up there but I’ll see you in a bit,” he waved to them as he walked away.

“You two had the right idea, I should have gotten buzzed before I came too,” Collin complained.

(y/n) giggled, “We’re just trying to keep warm.”

“It’ll die down quick,” Tom assured, setting his head on her shoulder, “We’ll be fine by dinner.”

“Oh yeah, dinner,” she giggled, “Collin you should come with us, we were gonna go to dinner with Haz after he wins.”

“Count me in,” he beamed, “I love a good victory dinner.”

“Me too,” Damien smirked, “Ivy and I-”

“No,” (y/n) interrupted quickly, “You definitely aren’t invited.”

“Oh what’s the problem sweetheart?” he smirked, “I thought you and Tom worked things out.”

“Tom and I are great, it’s just that everyone hates you,” she deadpanned, “And all you ever do is try to start fights with Tom, it’s kind of weird.”

Everyone was quiet as Damiens cheeks flushed red. Tom was shocked and amused, he figured it must have been the alcohol making her more confrontational than she usually was. He knew any other time she would have just ignored Damien, figuring it was best not to give him any attention at all, but if she wanted to yell at Damien for a little bit he certainly wasn’t going to stop her.

Damien gritted his teeth, “I think maybe you’ve been spending a little too much time with Tom lately sweetheart.”

“I’m not spending too much time with Tom, he’s my boyfriend,” she glared at him, “And will you knock it off with the pet names? It’s so creepy.”

“Well I’ve got something else I can call you if you’d like,” he glared back.

“Go ahead, do it,” she challenged, taking a step towards him, “See what happens Damien, I’m not on the fucking snowboarding team, I won’t get in trouble if I hit you.”

“Alright, I think that’s enough of that,” Tom dragged her back to him, “Why don’t we go watch the competition somewhere else yeah?”

“Good call,” she scoffed, letting Tom pull her away.

He started laughing as they walked, “God I can’t believe you did that.”

“Well I didn’t want him to come. I’m sick of him being an ass to you all the time.”

“Oh well thank you for defending my honor bunny,” he kissed her cheek as they moved to the opposite side of the crowd, “But I don’t want you getting into fights, especially not with Damien.”

She frowned, “Why? You don’t think I could take him?”

“I know you could, but you’ll get kicked out if you get into a fight and I need you here tomorrow,” he squeezed her against him as the next race started, “Come on, let’s scope the competition for Haz.”

The races dragged on and on with (y/n) and Tom cracking jokes to each other while they waited for Harrison to come back up. They watched as he made it past the second round, and then the third, which brought him to the finale. The tournament had been dragged out to about three hours at that point, and they were both starting to lose their buzz, which was making Tom a bit antsy.

“This is the same guy Haz was up against at the last competition,” Tom explained, “They were super neck and neck, Haz just barely got the edge on him last time.”

“Do you think he’ll do it again?”

“I hope so, but I think it’s too close to call today.”

She nodded, leaning on the barrier while they waited for Harrison to start. Tom set his hand on her back, gripping her shirt while he waited. Finally the three little beeps came and the two boys went flying down the hill. Tom held his breath, anxious to see his friend victorious. Harrison had it in the beginning, but slipped around the middle of the course and ended up falling just a second behind. Tom swore as they came to a stop, but (y/n) still cheered like a good sport.

“That’s so shit,” Tom rolled his eyes.

“He still got second,” (y/n) jabbed his side playfully, “Don’t pout, it wasn’t even your race.”

“I know, but I wanted Haz to win,” he huffed, “He would have if he hadn’t slipped.”

“Yeah well that’s what happens when you slip,” she giggled, “Come on, we should go find him, I’m getting hungry, and I’m sure Harrison is too.”

“Well I still think it’s shit, Harrison’s definitely better than him.”

“Tom come on,” she groaned, tugging at his arm, “We still need to congratulate him either way.”

“I know, but he’s still got some press to do before we say hi.”

“Press?” she frowned.

Tom laughed, “Well yeah, didn’t you notice all the cameras?”

“Y-Yeah, but I just thought they were filming the competition though.”

“They do, but they do little interviews too, I’m sure they’ll want to talk to Haz for a bit.”

She blushed, “Are they gonna talk to you too?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m coming back from an injury with two first place trophies, it’s pretty impressive,” he gloated, “And you know what I’m gonna tell them?”

“What?”

“That I did so well because of you and then I’m gonna pull you up there and give you a big kiss,” he nuzzled his nose against hers and winked, “Come on, let’s go find Haz.”

“B-But won’t that be on tv?” she flushed as she followed after him.

“Yeah, I’m not sure what network though.”

“Isn’t your family going to see that or something?”

He laughed, “Yeah, it’s not like they don’t know about you bunny, I talk about you all the time.”

“I-I know, but shouldn’t they like, meet me in person first?”

“They’ve seen pictures of you, they know that you’re here, they know how serious I am about you, it’s not weird (y/n),” he assured, “If you don’t want me to mention you then I won’t though, it’s not a problem.”

“I just want to make sure their first impression of me is good…”

“Darling I promise my whole family is going to adore you,” he cupped her cheeks and planted a sloppy kiss on her head, “Almost as much as I do I’m sure.”

She blushed, “Alright, I’ll try not to be super awkward about it.”

“It’ll be cute,” he assured, “Look, it’s just what Haz is doing now, nothing too major.”

He pointed to where Harrison stood, talking to a few cameras in front of a large black background. Harrison smiled ear to ear as he spoke, laughing and joking around with the people doing press.

“See? Nothing too bad,” Tom squeezed her shoulders.

“Alright, but if I look stupid on TV I’m blaming you.”

“You won’t look stupid, all you’ve got to do is stand there,” he assured, “The camera loves me bunny, you’ve got no reason to worry.”

Harrison waved to them as the interview wrapped up, eagerly wiggling his way out of the press booth, “Are you two still pissed?”

“Of course not, we sobered up just in time to watch you lose,” Tom grinned.

(y/n) hit his arm, “Don’t be a dick Tom. You did great out there Haz.”

“Oh thanks doll, nice to get some support,” he sighed, “It was a bit of a rough run, but I’ll get him next time.”

“Yeah, yeah, second place is still really great,” Tom flashed a cheeky grin at him, “It’s too bad you were competing today though, you almost missed a fight.”

“A fight?” he frowned, “You and Damien?”

Tom shook his head while (y/n) blushed, “Nah, (y/n) and him started going at it, she tried to hit him.”

“I did not try to hit him,” she rolled her eyes, “I just threatened to.”

Harrison laughed, “You should have done it, I’m sure he deserved it.”

“Actually he wasn’t even being that big a dick, just trying to tag along for dinner,” Tom smirked at her, “Don’t worry though, (y/n) made sure he wouldn’t try that again.”

“Good, the last thing I need is Damien fucking cracking jokes all night,” he scoffed, “I am hungry though, we should get going.”

“Oh thank god because I am starving,” (y/n) drew her words out dramatically, “Tommy call an Uber, quick.”

“Well we need to pick a restaurant first, and find Collin,” he kissed the side of her head, “But we should get going, (y/n) gets grumpy when she’s hungry.”

“I do not!”

“Point taken,” Harrison snickered, “Let’s get going then, I don’t want to get hit.”

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The next morning was quiet, Tom was trying to get in the zone and (y/n) was barely awake. She’d nearly passed on his shoulder on their way out. He’d tried to get her to go back to the hotel, but she insisted she’d stay with him the whole day. So she came with him to grab his number and waited patiently while he warmed up. She thought he was doing good on his warm ups but he seemed to be getting frustrated as the competition crept closer and closer.

“You look great out there,” she complimented.

“Well thanks bunny, but I’m definitely not doing my best right now,” he sighed.

“It’s just nerves,” she squeezed one of his arms, “You’ll feel better once you’re up there.”

He smiled and pressed his lips to hers, “I’m sure you’re right love. Do you want me to walk you down before the competition starts?”

“That’s alright, I’m just gonna go meet up with Harrison,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long kiss, “Good luck, and have fun.”

“I will, don’t cheer for anyone else.”

She laughed, “I won’t, promise.”

(y/n) retreated to the bottom of the big air course, where she met up with Harrison and Collin. She wiggled right up to the barrier, anxiously clutching the hot cocoa Harrison had brought her. Tom was somewhere in the middle of the roster, and it took about thirty minutes for him to come up for his first run. (y/n) was bouncing on the heels of her feet while she waited for him to start.

“Here he goes,” Harrison nudged her shoulder, “You ready?”

“Of course, he’s gonna do great,” she smiled.

“I’m sure he will,” Harrison agreed.

Tom’s first jump went great, it wasn’t as precise as he’d hoped for, but he’d still done well. (y/n) and his friends all clapped and cheered and he waved to them on his way off the course. He watched closely when the scores came up, it wasn’t as high as he’d hoped for but he still had two runs to bring up his average. He tried not to let it get to him while he prepared for his next run.

The hour between Tom’s first and second run went by quickly. None of the other boys had made any particularly spectacular runs that day so he was feeling pretty good when he went up for his second run. It went much better than his first run, and he felt great as he glided towards the crowd. He lifted the goggles off his head and blew a kiss at (y/n), who rolled his eyes before she blew one back, which he happily caught on his way back up to the top of the course.

(y/n) and Harrison watched the other boys go from the bottom of the mountain. Tom was seated securely in first for the majority of the second round, but one of the last boys to go ended up bumping him down to second. (y/n) swore as his name dropped down a spot.

“It’s alright,” Harrison assured her with a laugh, “They’re still neck and neck, as long as Tom does good on this last run he can still take first.”

“Good,” she bit her cheek anxiously, “I just really want him to win.”

“Yeah he does too,” he hummed, “He’ll end up placing no matter what, and I’m sure he’s going to sweep halfpipe.”

“I hope so…”

They watched as the boys started again, waiting for Tom to come up for his third run. (y/n) squeezed the railing when he finally started, anxiously waiting for him to go flying off the ramp. Finally he did, and the trick went well, until the landing. It still looked good but he’d stumbled, and he was obviously angry when he came off the course.

“Oh no…” (y/n) frowned, “It wasn’t that bad right? It still looked good.”

“No, it wasn’t anything major, it shouldn’t affect his score too badly,” he pursed his lips, “I don’t know if he’ll be able to take first though, we’ll just have to hope the others mess up too.”

“W-Well I wanna go see him,” she started pushing her way through the crowd with Harrison right on her tail.

Tom was talking to Coach while he peeled off his gear, he was still behind some barriers but that wasn’t going to stop (y/n).

“Tom!” she called, waving at him from behind the barrier.

He blushed, shaking out his hair as he approached them, “Hey.”

“You did great, you looked so good out there,” she complimented, pressing a big kiss to his cheek.

He cracked a smile at her compliment, “Well thank you bunny, but I really fucked up that last run…”

“Oh whatever, it’s just the landing, it doesn’t matter that much,” she wrapped her arms around his neck happily, “I’m so proud of you Tommy, you did so amazing.”

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, “Come on, you’re always calling me a suck up…”

“Well it’s my turn today,” she nuzzled her nose against his with a smile, “I’m sorry, I know you have stuff to do, I just wanted to come say hi.”

“Don’t apologize, you're always welcome,” he sighed happily, “I’ll finish up quick so I can come watch the rest with you guys.”

“Alright, we’ll be waiting,” she waved to him as he walked away.

“Well you seemed to cheer him up,” Harrison chuckled.

“Duh,” she rolled her eyes, “He’s crazy about me Harrison, you should know that already.”

“Oh believe me I do.”

They returned to the crowd, hanging around the back since they weren’t there to watch anyone else. Tom returned as quick as they could, sneaking up behind them and wrapping his arms around (y/n)’s waist. He laughed as she squealed and jumped away from him.

“Relax, it’s just me,” he smiled.

“How are you feeling?” Harrison asked.

“Not great,” he pursed his lips, “I think I’m taking second.”

“That’s alright mate, I took second too,” he reminded, “We’ll whip it back into shape.”

“I hope so,” he sighed, “I’m worried I’m having another off day or something…”

“You aren’t, it was just one little slip up, you can’t get down on yourself about that,” (y/n) squeezed his hand in hers, “We’re gonna have some lunch and take a little break and you’ll come back better than ever.”

He smiled and kissed the side of her head, “You’re right bunny, it’s pointless to get hung up on something so small.”

She nodded, “Totally pointless, you just took three weeks off and you still managed to come back and beat almost everyone, that’s more than impressive.”

He took a deep breath and pressed his lips to her ear before he replied, “I love you.”

They watched as the rest of the boys made their final runs. Tom slipped down to second, then down to third. He looked deflated as big air drew to a close.

“Third place, that’s great,” (y/n) squeezed his arm.

“It’s not,” he sighed, “I mean second would have been bad enough but third…”

“You’ve still got halfpipe today, don’t get all caught up in your head,” Harrison patted him on the back, “Let’s go get some lunch yeah?”

He nodded, “Yeah, food will be good, I need to get back in the zone.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself Tom, third place is nothing to scoff at,” (y/n) frowned at him.

“I know, I know, I was just hoping for better,” he swung her hand in his while they walked, “I’ll feel better after we eat.”

They found a diner just off the side of the mountain where they could grab lunch. Tom slouched into the booth while they ordered and he barely made small talk with (y/n) and Harrison. He was caught up on his head, running over what he needed to do to make sure he didn’t mess up again. Harrison didn’t seem to be concerned with his unusual behavior but (y/n) was worried about him.

“When does halfpipe start?” (y/n) asked.

“2,” Tom replied, “I’m last in the lineup though.”

(y/n) peaked at her phone, checking to see how much time they had, “Do you want to go back to the hotel for a little bit?”

He frowned and shook his head, “No, I’ll just head back up once we’re done. You don’t have to hang around all day though, it’s fine if you want to head back for a few hours..”

“I’m gonna stay with you, I just thought maybe you’d want a nap or something.”

“I don’t need a nap,” he chuckled, “I need time to warm up and get a little practice in.”

“You’re already warmed up, you already did a whole event,” she squeezed one of his arms, “Don’t wear yourself out.”

“She’s right Tom, you should be conserving your energy,”  Harrison agreed, “Halfpipe has always been your best event, you don’t need to worry about doing well there.”

He sighed, “I know, but I need first on this.”

“You don’t need first, you’ll qualify for worlds as long as your top three, which you're bound to get even on an off day, relax a little. I’m not happy I got second yesterday, but I’m not gonna work myself to the bone because of it.”

“I’m not!” he groaned, “God would you two stop it? I’ve been in a million competitions, I know what to do and what not to do. I don’t need to be babied.”

“We aren’t babying you,” (y/n) snapped, “You’re coming off of a serious injury and we have every right to worry about you. I know that winning this is really important to you but you better not get pissy at us just because we care about you.”

Tom flushed and sank a little further into the booth, “Sorry bunny, I’m just a little stressed.”

“Yeah, and we’re just trying to help.”

“I’ll take a little break,” he promised, “I don’t want to nap though.”

“That’s fine, all I’m asking is that you give your body a little break,” she leaned over and kissed his cheek, “Don’t psych yourself out, just relax.”

“I will,” he promised, “I’ll try to take it easy.”

“That’s all we want,” she squeezed his thigh, “And I maybe want to try your pancakes too?”

He laughed and nodded, “Go ahead, take whatever you want love.”

“Thanks babe.”

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Tom stood at the top of the halfpipe staring down at his feet while his heart pounded against his chest. He needed three perfect runs, he couldn’t afford any slip ups dragging down his score this time. Halfpipe was much more competitive than big air, and worst of all Damien did it. If he lost to Damien he’d never hear the end of it, plus (y/n) was watching. It was embarrassing to have a slip up in front of her, even if she insisted she was still proud of him. He wanted her to be with a winner.

A loud beep signaled he could begin and he pushed off the ramp right away. He felt more focused than he had all week, and it showed in the run. He hit every trick easily, he knew it could have been a little sharper, but the crowd was going wild. He let himself relax after he hit his final trick, smiling happily as the run came to an end. He spotted (y/n) right at the barricade, bouncing up and down and clapping for him. He smiled and blew her another kiss as he left the course.

He watched as his scores came in and cheered silently when he saw he was seated in first place. Damien was in second, trailing Tom by just a few points. Tom was going for harder tricks though, so as long as he had two runs just like the first he knew he’d stay in the lead. Coach praised him for a job well done before sending him right back up to the top of the course.

He watched all the other boys go, Damien came up about halfway through. Tom crossed his fingers that something would go wrong, and while nothing did, it was a mediocre run overall. Damien had ended up slipping to third and Tom was barely able to stop himself from cheering when he saw his name dropping on the leaderboard. It had him feeling extra cocky as he went into his second run. His biggest competition was two places below him and he didn’t even know the boy in second. He knew he had it in the bag.

Tom’s second run went nearly as well as the first, a bit shakier, but good enough to keep him at number one. Rather than relaxing him though it totally shot his nerves. Two great runs, the same as big air, but he still had to do a third. He started worrying that he might slip up again, be off just enough to fall into second. He ended up texting (y/n) while he waited for his third run. ‘Bunny, could you do something for me?’

‘Of course! Do you need me to bring you something???’

‘No, can you just ask Haz to bring you up past the barricade? I wanna spin you around in front of everyone when I win’

(y/n) squinted at her phone, scoffing at Tom’s message before she turned to Harrison.

“Harrison, are we allowed behind the barricade?”

“Yeah, but the view’s better out here,” he explained.

“Tom asked me to be up there,” she explained, “He said he wants me there when he wins.”

Harrison chuckled, “I’ll take you up there when he’s up alright?”

“Thanks Haz.”

Damien came up just a few minutes later, (y/n) couldn’t help but roll her eyes when they called out his name.

“I bet he’s fuming,” Harrison hummed, “Damien does best when he’s mad, this might end up a really good run.”

“No he’s gonna fall,” (y/n) scoffed, “I know he is, I’m manifesting it.”

Harrison laughed, “Aren’t you only supposed to manifest good things?”

“I can manifest whatever I want,” she mumbled, “What are you? The manifestation police.”

“Yes, I am actually,” Harrison nodded as Damien began his final run.

It started off well, much better than his second. He had a small slip up around the middle, but he cleaned it right back up. Harrison was just about to tease (y/n) about her poor manifestation when Damien ended up falling, sliding on his ass back down the ramp. (y/n) had to cover her mouth to smother her laughter.

“Holy shit, remind me not to piss you off,” Harrison muttered.

“I can’t believe he actually fell,” she couldn’t hide her smile, “Wow, that’s amazing.”

Damien was swearing when he finished, obviously fuming as he passed the crowd. They watched his score come up, he dropped down to third right away, then to fourth after a few more boys went.

“Holy shit Damien isn’t gonna qualify for worlds,” Harrison mumbled in disbelief, “He might kill someone.”

“That’s fucking awesome,” (y/n) beamed, “I feel so vindictive, but man that’s such good news.”

“Yeah, I can’t say I’m not happy about it,” Harrison agreed, “I wanna feel bad, but he’s just such a dick.”

Damien ended up slipping down one more spot before Tom came up for his last run. Harrison brought her behind the barricade to wait where the coaches and families usually did. She agreed that the side view wasn’t as good, but she was happy to wait for Tom wherever he needed her. She rubbed her hands together nervously while she waited for him to start. Everyone was dead silent, then the single long beep rang out and she held her breath.

Every trick was perfect, Tom didn’t miss a single beat the whole way down. It was the best run he’d had since he got back, there were no sloppy turns, no missed grabs, not a single thing went wrong. The crowd went crazy when he landed his final trick, but there was only one thing on Tom’s mind. He had his board off the second he came to stop, and his arms wrapped around (y/n) just as fast.

“Tom!” she squealed as he spun her around.

“Oh bunny I love you,” he kissed her before he even set her down. “I love you too,” she grabbed his cheeks and kissed him again, “That was incredible Tom.”

He just nodded, “God I feel amazing baby, I love you so much.”

“I know, I know, I love you too,” she held him at the shoulders, “We can’t stand here all day though.”

He bit his lip and nodded again, kissing her head before he pulled her against him. He hugged her while Harrison and his coach and everyone else congratulated him. He was on cloud 9, a high that continued as the scores were posted, confirming that he’d taken first. He didn’t let (y/n) away from him for even a second, keeping his arm around her even as he was swept away to the press booth.

“What a great final run,” the interviewer complimented, “How are you feeling right now?”

“I feel amazing,” he beamed, trying to remind himself not to swear in his excitement.

“And what a comeback, you’ve been out for a few weeks with an injury right?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I had a little tear in my ankle but you know I wasn’t gonna let something like that hold me back so…” 

“Amazing, of course we all saw it was a bit of a rough morning for you seem back on your a-game now.” 

“Yeah, it wasn’t the performance I was hoping for this morning, but I’m really happy with how things turned out,” he pressed a kiss to (y/n)’s head, “I’ve got my good luck charm with me though, so things couldn’t have gone too bad.”

The interviewer laughed and nodded, “And who’s this?” 

“Oh this is my bunny,” he explained, “Well that’s just a pet name, her real name is (y/n), this is my girlfriend.” 

(y/n)’s cheeks burned as he introduced her but the interviewer just smiled and continued on, “So sweet, well the season’s looking great for you Tom, I’m sure we’ll see you at worlds.” 

“Oh yeah, you can give me another interview after I win that too,” he winked.

They left the booth and (y/n) let out a breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding, “I didn’t look stupid right?” 

“No you looked gorgeous,” Tom assured, “Like a fucking angel,” he swept her up in his arms and spun her around again. 

“Stop doing that,” she squealed, hitting his chest as he smothered her in kisses, “Come on, people are staring.” 

“I don’t care, they can stare all they want,” he nuzzled his nose against hers, “The only thing I care about is you.”

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Tom Holland x Reader | smut (18+ only below the cut)

Summary: Entry for @worldoftom ’s writing challenge #lolbrosgetsicktoo. Based on the following prompt:

» NSFW! Tom has some tummy issues and misses y/n's bday party. He is feeling really sad about it, so after the party is over he video chats with her. She asks him if he'd like to see all the presents she got for her bday. He says yes. Turns out she also got some sexy lingerie. Cheeky Tom, now feeling a bit better, asks her if she can put them on for him to watch. And she does. note: it can be either sexy video chat time or 'i'll be over at yours in a bit, don't take that off’

Words: 1.3k.

Warnings: very explicit sexual language, heavy dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation.

“Hi, handsome,” you purred sweetly at your phone.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Tom smiled sleepily at you. His hair was sticking out in every direction and his naked chest had crease marks from having stayed in bed all day. You smiled softly when you thought about how cozy he looked right now. You had just finished tidying up downstairs. After winding down from the party, doing your skincare, and putting on your softest satin robe, your entire body tingled with the urge to cuddle right up against your warm boyfriend. You cuddled your pillow tighter instead.

“How are you feeling now?” You asked him sympathetically.

Tom had come down with a stomach bug not twelve hours before your birthday party, unfortunately. It had started as body ache and fatigue but quickly developed into violent vomiting. You had stopped at his place earlier in the afternoon to drop off medicine, mint tea, and some light, homemade soup. Unfortunately, though, he hadn’t recovered by the time your party started. You could tell he looked well, however, not as pale and tired as he had looked before.

“So much better, love,” he said. “The tea you brought me really soothed my stomach and I was able to sleep and eat this afternoon.”

“That’s great, baby! I’m really glad you’re feeling better.”

“I missed you today, love,” Tom pouted, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.”

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, “These things happen. Do you want to see the presents I got?”

“Yes!” He cheered. “Let’s see them.”

Excitedly, you gathered all boxes and bags and packages that your friends and family had brought to you and proceeded to show Tom your gifts. You pulled out gift cards, jewelry, clothes, and books. Tom smiled with love in his eyes as he watched you talk about your gifts and how much fun you had with your loved ones.

“Oh,” you exclaimed suddenly, “and Olivia got me some beautiful lingerie from the place she works at!” You waved the baby pink lace around in front of the camera and Tom’s eyebrows shot up.

“Wait!” He sat up against the headboard and licked his lips quickly. “Let me see it.”

You chuckled and set the pieces down on the bed. You sat up as well and positioned your phone on your nightstand so you could show off the pretty fabric with both hands. You picked first the bralette, holding it up with each of your pointer fingers hooked under each of the straps so Tom could see its shape perfectly. The lace was incredibly delicate and thin. Tom’s breathing picked up and his mouth watered at the thought of you wearing it. He thought about how your nipples would be visible right through the material. He thought about your hard nubs poking out in arousal. He thought about running his tongue over them, over the lace, sucking and wetting your brand new lingerie as you thrashed in pleasure under his mouth. And then you set the bra down and picked up the lacy thong the same way and Tom had to grope himself to relieve some pressure. His lips parted in awe. His eyes were dark and you chuckled at his aroused state.

“Holy shit, that’s tiny,” Tom breathed out gruffly. The lace on the panties matched the bralette’s and it was held together by the thinnest spaghetti straps he had ever seen. He was dying to see them stretched out over your hips. He squeezed his erection in his boxers once and groaned.

“You okay, baby?” You chuckled.

“No,” he groaned again. “Put that on for me, darling? Please?”

“Ooh,” you singsonged, “You want me to put on a little show?” You picked up the lingerie again and pulled off the tags. “But I thought I was the birthday girl?”

Smiling devilishly you sneaked a hand under your robe and pulled your underwear off, only to slowly slip the dainty thong up your smooth legs. You teased him, pulling the lace slowly and hiding it under your silky robe. You turned around then, sat on your knees with your back to him, and let the robe slide down your arms to pool around your waist. You let him watch your naked back as you put on the bra. Even though he was completely silent, you knew he was attentively watching your every move.

You turned your head to the side to glance at him over your shoulder and felt arousal shoot down your core at once. Tom had repositioned his phone to stand farther away but in between his legs. You could see him propped against the headboard, his naked chest rising and falling as he breathed raggedly, his abs clenching, and an impressive tent as his erection poked hard against the material of his boxers.

“Baby,” you purred seductively, “is that for me?” He groaned in response and grabbed and squeezed himself over his boxers.

“You know it is, darling,” he replied gruffly. In a quick movement, he removed his underwear completely, showing off his thick erection. It was your turn to drool. You wanted nothing more than to fall mouth-first right on his dripping cock. You watched hungrily as he took himself in hand and started to stroke slowly, lightly. “Turn around for me, love.”

You did turn around and untangled your robe to finally show him all that you had to offer. You ran your hands up and down your thighs, stroked the skin on your hips right underneath the straps of your thong, and up your torso until you cupped your breasts. Tom cursed and started stroking himself harder as you massaged your own breasts, getting more and more turned on. You pinched your nipples and moaned. He cursed again.

“Pull your tits out, darling,” he groaned, “let me see.” And you did it. You pulled the lacy cups down and continued to tease yourself. “Good girl,” Tom moaned, “so good- ah.”

His praise and the wet noises of the frantic movements of his hands were driving you insane. Your whole body was burning in arousal and you couldn’t help but slide a hand down your body and into your panties.

“Yeah, darling,” he murmured, “play with your wet little clit for me.” His hand was flying over his erection now. He was incredibly wet too and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. “You love watching this cock get wet for you don’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, your own hand working fast on your pussy.

“I know you do, darling. You love sitting on it too. Always want to sit on it, every chance you get.”

“Fuck, Tommy!” You cried. “I want it so bad.”

“God,” he groaned, “I’m not gonna last. Get on all fours for me, darling. I want to see your ass swallow that tiny piece of lace you’ve got on.”

You turned around like he requested. Then, you arched your back, spread your knees apart, and slid down onto the bed slowly so he could see the thong slide up between your pussy lips. You heard his moans get louder and the pleasure it elicited in you had you grinding your throbbing core on the sheets.

“Holy, shit,” he panted, “you’re unreal, love. I’m gonna come- ah, fuck - and then I’m gonna drive over there and absolutely rail that hungry pussy.”

And then he came on a loud moan and you turned your head to see him shoot up and onto his own hand. You watched attentively as his cock spurted white all over his abs. You were about to express how badly you wanted to lick him clean when he sprung from bed in earnest and grabbed his phone.

“I’ll be there in fifteen. Keep my pussy wet for me, love.”

[heyiwrotesomethings]

We’ve got a Cake to Bake

Mitsuri Kanroji x They/Them Reader Modern AU

A/N: The whole time I was writing this I had ‘Cake to Bake’ by Aarzemnieki playing on repeat in my brain. Mostly just the, ‘a piece of caaaake’ part. Hope y’all like it! Word Count: ~2,360

“I can’t believe I forgot! I can’t believe I forgot! What an awful friend I am!” Mitsuri was sweating bullets, chest heaving, as she came barreling through the apartment.

“What!? What!?” (Y/n) shot up from their dozing on the couch, looking around the room for a fire or something only to have Mitsuri throw her whole body into theirs like a missile.

“I forgot today was Kyoujirou’s birthday! I’m terrible, (Y/n)! I don’t have anything for him!” Mitsuri wailed, shaking (Y/n) a bit too roughly.

“Mitsuri, slow down, please. You’re going to give me whiplash!” (Y/n) gasped, fumbling to grab Mitsuri’s wrists.

“Ah! Sorry!” She let go, letting them slump backward onto the couch.

“I’m okay,” they rubbed their neck, “what’s this about Kyoujirou?” They made an, ‘oomph!’ sound when Mitsuri’s forehead knocked into their chest rather painfully.

“I forgot his birthday! What am I going to do? He’s having a party tonight! Did you get him something?”

“Yeah, a gift card to his favorite restaurant, a bag of flaming hot Cheetos and a barbecue recipe book. You want me to put your name on it too? I’d have brought it up if I knew it had slipped your mind.”

“You are so sweet, but I can’t. We have a tradition! I always make him a sweet potato cake with rich, vanilla buttercream and toasted marshmallows smothered all over it. It takes a long time to bake, I don’t know if I can finish one in time,” She pouted.

“Hey, I’m here. I’ll help you. Just lead the way.” (Y/n) assured.

Mitsuri instantly perked up, kissing (Y/n) all over their face, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! What are we waiting for, let’s get in the kitchen!” She scrambled off their lap, leaving them thoroughly disheveled.

(Y/n) stood up, smoothed out their clothes and fixed their hair, and left to jog after Mitsuri, already finding her with her arms full of baking supplies.

“Careful, Mitsu,” (Y/n) softly chided, reaching out just in time to catch the bag of brown sugar that slipped from her arms.

“Oops, nice catch! Now,” she spilled the ingredients all over the table, “let’s make this cake!”

“You got it, boss!”

So. Many. Sweet. Potatoes.

“Mitsuri, honey, do we really need to use all of these?” (Y/n) asked as they handed yet another peeled sweet potato for Mitsuri to expertly cut.

“Of course! If it’s gonna be five tiers we have to use all of these!” She said matter-of-factly, sliding the cut sweet potatoes into the a bowl to be mashed like the rest.

“Fuh, five tiers?” (Y/n) wheezed, distracted by the realization of just how much work they had to do, they accidentally nicked their finger. “Ow! Damn!”

“Oh my gosh, babe? Are you okay?” Mitsuri gasped, “Let me see it! Should I call Shinobu?”

“It’s just a little cut Mitsuri, I’m okay. If you made Shinobu come over for something this small, she’d never let me hear the end of it.”

“If your certain…” Mitsuri pouted. “Let me get a bandaid.”

“I can get my own bandaid, Mitsu.” (Y/n) smiled.

“Nope!” She was already bounding to the bathroom and back again within seconds, gesturing for (Y/n) to give her their hand, “Hand, yourself over!”

“Alright, cutie pie. Here,” They held their hand out and Mitsuri carefully washed and bandaged it. (Y/n) was ready to pull away when she finished, but Mitsuri rose their hand to her lips and kissed over the bandaid.

“There! Is that better?” She asked.

“Much better, thank you.” (Y/n) simpered, watching Mitsuri wiggle with barely confined joy. “We better get back to work now, hm? If we’re going to finish this five tier cake before the party.”

“Right! Just let me get a glove for you to wear on your hand!”

Once gloved, the process continued and the mash of sweet potatoes, brown and white sugar, cinnamon, eggs, butter and flour was poured into five baking tins of various size. Unfortunately, the oven wasn’t big enough to fit everything so they had to split the tins. They decided to cook the biggest tin first and began cleaning up the mess they made.

Mitsuri hummed as she washed the bowls and measuring cups. She rinsed the soapy water off and handed them off to (Y/n) to dry.

“You missed a spot.” (Y/n) said, scoping up a stay spot of suds from the rim of the mixing bowl they were just handed.

When Mitsuri swiveled her head to inspect, (Y/n) playfully flicked the soapy water at her. A declaration of war that did not go unnoticed. Mitsuri paid them back ten fold, cupping her hands together under the soapy water to fling it all in (Y/n)’s face.

“Hey!” (Y/n) spluttered, “that was way more than what I—“

Another wave of water, somehow right in the mouth.

“Sorry!”

“Oh, you will be Kanroji!” (Y/n) coughed.

“Nooo!” Mitsuri giggled and tried to bat away (Y/n)’s now sudsy hands, but her defenses crumbled in a matter of seconds, her skin and shirt becoming damp with every touch that landed. “I’m not giving up!”

Poor (Y/n) never stood a chance, especially when Mitsuri didn’t know her own strength. With one mighty slap at the dish water, (Y/n) was completely drenched. They couldn’t have got more wet in the splash zone of a dolphin show.

“Argh! Mitsu!” (Y/n) coughed and spluttered, rubbing at their eyes, “Am I drowning? I think I’m drowning.”

“Oop!” Mitsuri covered her mouth to hide her smile and handed (Y/n) a dry hand towel with her free hand. “Sorry!”

“I’m sorry,” (Y/n) insisted, “forgive me for ever thinking I could win out against you,” They laughed good naturedly.

“Aww, it’s okay, you tried your best!” Mitsuri said, her smile absolutely shining. She went in for a hug and instantly regretted it. “So wet!”

“Hah ha!” (Y/n) grinned, hugging Mitsuri to their soaked clothes. “Revenge!”

They wiggled and swayed through the kitchen without a care in the world, which would have been fine if the floor wasn’t so wet. One hydroplaning foot later, and they were laying in a heap in the middle of the floor.

“(Y/n)! Are you okay?”

Mitsuri had been lucky enough to be the one to come out on top. She clumsily rose on hands and knees to asses the damage.

“My back…”(Y/n) gasped like an old person, “Holy fuck!”

“I’m calling Shinobu!” Mitsuri panicked, scrambling to her feet.

“No, do not call her! Anyone but her!”

But it was too late, Mitsuri was already heading to the living room to find her phone. (Y/n) tried to get up, but crumpled as soon as something pinched in their back. And then as if things couldn’t get more chaotic, the oven started beeping.

“Mitsuri,” (Y/n) whined, “the oven’s going off!”

“Just a second!” Mitsuri’s muted voice called from the other room, a few moments later she came in a whirlwind of braids and oven mitts to take out the cake and place the tin carefully on the cooling rack. “Shinobu says she’s on her way, baby. Just hold tight!” She informed while she placed the next two tiers in the oven to bake.

“Please, no.” (Y/n) moaned from the floor. “Tell her I’m fine! Call Kanae instead!”

“What could Kanae do that Shinobu can’t?”Mitsuri asked, coming to sit on the floor beside (Y/n).

“She’s nicer.”

“Shinobu’s plenty nice!” Mitsuri refuted, “She’s a very nice girl!”

“To you maybe.” (Y/n) winced.

“Whatever the case, she’s coming and she’s going to take very good care of you.” Mitsuri cooed, stroking (Y/n)’s cheek.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Mitsuri leapt up to let Shinobu in. They entered the kitchen together and Shinobu immediately scoffed and rolled her eyes upon seeing (Y/n) sprawled out on the floor.

“Hi Shinobu,” (Y/n) tested, trying to be friendly, “how are you?”

“I was enjoying my day off at home until some idiot forgot how to stand upright.” Shinobu tisked, kneeling down to get a better look.

(Y/n) pursed their lips, only to suck in a breath between their teeth as Shinobu turned them over to lay on their stomach. Her hands moved around (Y/n)’s back roughly, feeling around for where the problem area was before humming to herself and turning to address Mitsuri.

“The alignment is off a bit, but one good smack should fix them.” She turned back to (Y/n), “Hold still, dumbass.”

“Wait! NononononoAHHH FUCK!”

Shinobu slammed her elbow into (Y/n)’s back like a UFC fighter and a sickening crack seemed to echo through the kitchen. A couple more sinful prods and Shinobu nodded to herself before standing up.

“They should be good to go now. Need anything else, Mitsuri?” Shinobu asked with a smile.

“Nope, nothing else. Thank you so much! Are you going to Kyoujirou’s birthday later?”

“Wouldn’t miss it! I’ll see you there.”

“Yay, I can’t wait! see you later, Shinobu!” Mitsuri waved.

“See ya.” Shinobu called over her shoulder before closing the front door behind her.

“Devil woman.” (Y/n) hissed, slowly getting to their feet. They hated to admit it, but for as much as that had hurt, their back felt much better all ready.

“How about we watch tv while we wait this time?” Mitsuri suggested, already pulling (Y/n) to the couch.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” They agreed.

The couple assumed a familiar position, (Y/n) laying across the couch on their back, head resting on the armrest, and Mitsuri swooping in to lay on top of them with her head resting comfortably on their chest. Some point halfway through the show, Mitsuri got up to take out the cakes and put in the last two tins. She then came back, easily snuggling back into place and unpausing the tv.

Once all cakes were baked and cooled, both returned to the kitchen to stack them together and smother the sweet smelling cakes under a mountain of buttercream. Once the base frosting covered everything up, Mitsuri piped some more frosting on the edges. It was dyed a bright orange color to really pop out against the white buttercream. Then (Y/n) ripped open a big bag of marshmallows and piled them on thick. They then stood back, giving Mitsuri a wide berth as the woman worked a blow torch to toast the marshmallows. How she got one of those in the first place, (Y/n) didn’t know, but it was such a strange contrast between the giddy smiling woman and the loud, scary fire gun in her hand.

The cake looked immaculate and with the party starting in half an hour, the couple high-fived and went to freshen up before they left. Once they were dressed and ready to head out, Mitsuri picked up the whole cake by herself and (Y/n) opened all the doorways for her and helped her get into the car. The cake just barely cleared the car door and the couple sighed in relief. All they needed to to do now was get to the party and hand the cake off to Rengoku.

(Y/n) made sure to drive extra carefully, exclaiming joyfully when they parked on the curb almost directly in front of Rengoku’s house. They went around the car to open the door for Mitsuri with a bow.

“M’lady,” They greeted, giving Mitsuri as much space to get out as they could.

“So chivalrous, I could melt!” Mitsuri swooned, yet kept a strong control over the tower of a cake in her arms, exiting the car without much effort at all.

They walked up to the door and (Y/n) rang the doorbell. It didn’t take long for Kyoujirou’s younger brother to let them in.

“Hi, Senjurou-kun! Good to see you!” Mitsuri said, managing to peer around the cake to catch a glance of him.

“Hi, Kanroji-san.” The young boy greeted with a shy smile, “come on in you two.”

“Thank you! Happy Birthday, Kyoujirou!” Mitsuri called into the house, a yell that was returned with booming enthusiasm.

“Mitsuri, (Y/n)! Thank you both for coming to celebrate with me!” Rengoku loudly spoke, coming around the corner. When he saw the cake, his eyes lit up. “Is that a sweet potato cake, Mitsuri?”

“It sure is!” She beamed, laughing as Kyoujirou cut the distance between them and lifted Mitsuri and the cake in the air with a triumphant, ‘hah!’.

“Thank you very much! I will cherish every bite!” He boomed.

“Don’t Just thank me, (Y/n) helped too.” Mitsuri revealed.

“Aw, he doesn’t need to—!”

Rengoku put Mitsuri down and picked (Y/n) up instead, “And thank you as well, (Y/n)! I’m glad Mitsuri has someone as wonderful as you to rely on!”

“You’re welcome, and thank you!” (Y/n) said in return. They felt a need to raise their voice to match the energy Rengoku was giving, making Mitsuri giggle.

Feet on the ground again, they set the cake down and enjoyed the party, mixing with all their friends. Eventually when it was time to go home , they said their goodbyes and (Y/n) drove them back home, Mitsuri had fallen asleep on the way and was snoring, her cheek plastered against the car window. So cute.

(Y/n) got out of the car and walked around, opening Mitsuri’s door and propping her up before she could slouch too far. They unbuckled her seatbelt and heaved the sleeping woman into their arms, closing the car door with their hip. The sound jolted Mitsuri awake unfortunately, but she looked like her heart was about to burst out of her chest from the sentiment. It did end up helping that she woke up though, because then she could reach out and turn the doorknob and let them in while (Y/n) held her, using their foot to close the door behind them.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” Mitsuri prompted.

“Yes?”

“Can we make another cake?”

“Right now?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yes!”

(Y/n) looked at the clock, it was already pretty late, but who could say no to that face?

“Alright, let’s make a cake.”

Mitsuri cheered, kissing (Y/n) and then wiggling out of their arms to sprint to the kitchen, (Y/n) trailing behind her with a smile.