#might pull the birthday card on them and see if they could cover my other expenses since i'll need to book new flights for this 🙈

[goldennika]

spent the day looking up flights and hotels again bc i rly might just fly out from osaka instead of tokyo so i could see tubatu perform in july 🥹

[f1goat]

his masseur x lando norris

In which you're Lando his best friend and masseur, but your feelings start to cause a bit of trouble.

Requested: yes Warnings: small mentions of sexual content / not proof read

Tuesday - August 2022

“Maybe you can sleep in my bed this time?” Lando asks you. 

You look up surprised. This is new.

“What’s wrong with the guest room?” You ask still surprised.

“Nothing!” Lando quickly exclaims, “but I’m tired but I also don’t want to stop cuddling like this. So I thought we could sleep together.. Maybe?” 

You notice that Lando is rambling now. You smile at him. “That sounds great,” you say with a genuine smile.

Lando leaves his earlier position to get of the couch. You think about what’s happening. Maybe it’s weird for friends to cuddle as much as you and Lando do. Maybe it’s even weirder that you’re going to sleep in the same bed as him. But it’s not like you mind. You have been crushing on Lando forever, so every little thing you can have you take willingly.

Thursday - November 2022

“Happy birthday Lan!”

You kiss him on his cheeks. Lando pulls you even closer to him so the two of you can hug properly. After a bit you release yourself from his hug so you can give him his present. You hand him over the present you carefully wrapped with an orange wrapping paper. You watch how Lando unties the golden ribbons. 

His face lits up when he sees the present. You smile as well from his happy reaction. It’s safe to say he loves the new microphone you got him. It’s themed with everything he likes. The Quadrant logo and colors are covering the stand part, while the mic itself is a bit more McLaren themed. 

“I thought you could use a new one for your streams,” you tell him. 

“You’re amazing!” Lando exclaims enthusiastic. He pulls you closer to himself again. It doesn’t take more then a few seconds before he’s hugging you once again. 

“I love it,” he tells you softly, “You know me the best!”

Sunday - December 2022

“Finally a well deserved break,” Lando says. 

You nod. “You were amazing this season,” you tell him. 

Lando smiles gratefully. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he tells you even more grateful. 

“Don’t say that,” you say quickly, “It was all you. I’m just massaging you.”

“I’m glad you’re on my team,” Lando says, “so I might have a tiny surprise to thank you for that.”

“A tiny surprise?” You ask.

“I booked us a hotel here, so we can spend a week together. We can do some fun things! Like exploring the city and go buggy riding in the desert.”

“That’s not a tiny surprise,” you tell him while laughing.

“Oops,” Lando just says.

“Are you thanking everyone on your team like that?” You ask.

“I send the rest a nice thank you card,” Lando replies.

You laugh.

Sunday morning - January 2023

“I can’t wait to spend the whole year with you again,” Lando softly says. The clock just stroke midnight. Lando is sitting next to you on the couch. You’re with friends, but everyone is busy with wishing each other a happy new year. Something you should do as well, but you’re enjoying your small private moment with Lando. 

“Me too Lan,” you say, “and a happy new year to you!”

“Happy new year!” Lando replies happily.

He comes closer to you. You want to press a kiss to his cheek, like you always do with friends while wishing them a happy new year. Lando seems to have the same idea. You don’t know how it happend, but in some way Lando his lips end up on yours.

“Oh fuck,” you say.

It didn’t even last two seconds, but it feels like an eternity. 

“Sorry!” Lando quickly says.

“It doesn’t matter Lan, nothing happened. I’m going to wish the others a happy new year as well.”

Lando watches you when you walk away. He sighs. “Yeah, nothing happened. Just my feelings for you,” he mutters annoyed. 

Thursday night - February 2023

“Thanks for picking me up,” you tell Lando.

“It’s nothing, how was the date?” Lando asks you.

You sigh. “Since I texted you a few hours earlier then we discussed I think you can conclude that it was bad.”

“I don’t get it. Why do you keep going on dates with types like this?” Lando asks you.

“I don’t know either,” you sigh. You think about who you really want. The guy next to you who’s currently driving you home in his McLaren. Lando is silent, he’s thinking about how it shouldn’t feel this way. Every time he picks you up he’s happy that your date didn’t go well. He can’t be like this. His jealousy is rising up way too much recently.

“I think I’m going to stop dating for a while,” you tell Lando after a bit of silence, “Maybe I’m not ready yet,” you add.

Lando can’t stop himself from smiling. It’s insane how relieved he feels suddenly.

Friday night - March 2023

“Would it be weird if we kissed?”

You look up at Lando. Does he even know what he’s asking you right now? It’s not like you can blame him right now. He’s drunk. But still, you let out a small sigh when you think about his question. Yes it would be weird, but you wouldn’t care about that. 

“I kinda want to kiss you,” Lando continues.

Butterflies are all over the place inside of you. You don’t have to check the rear mirror in Lando his car to find out your cheeks are red. You feel flustered. You try to focus on driving, but Lando is making it hard for you. For the second time that evening you remind yourself about Lando his condition. He’s drunk. Carlos and Max texted you before to warn you and when you picked up Lando you quickly noticed it as well. You can’t take his words serious right now, he’s drunk. 

“You’re drunk Lan,” you tell him after doubting for a bit, “but yes, it probably would be weird. We have been friends forever.” You don’t tell him that you don’t mind the weird aspect. You also don’t tell him about your feelings from the last years for him. 

“If you say so,” Lando sighs. 

You hope Lando doesn’t asks questions like this again. Or not like this. He can ask questions like this, but not when he’s drunk and his words are meaningless. 

Saturday morning - March 2023

“Fuck,” Lando grunts, “That was just what I needed.” 

You release a bit off the harsh pressure you used earlier. Slowly you massage further. Since you graduated last year, you’ve become Lando his personal masseuse. You’ve been lucky when McLaren hired you for it. Since then you join Lando and his - and your - team to every race. Meaning you can spend a lot of time with Lando. 

“I thought so,” you tell Lando smilingly.

Lando lets out a soft moan. Something that can give you weird butterflies sometimes, but now you’re getting used to it. It’s just because your massaging him. 

“You seemed pretty drunk last night,” you add.

“Oh god,” Lando grunts, “Please don’t remind me. I have no memories left. Sorry that you needed to pick me up like that.” 

You let out a soft disappointed sigh. You already expected this, but still. It would be nice if Lando remembered what he told you last night. It’s nothing new. Things like this happen way too often. 

“It doesn’t matter Lan, that’s what friends do,” you tell him to comfort him.

“Hm, friends yeah,” Lando sighs. 

“What do you mean?” You ask.

Lando doesn’t really respond anymore. You put a bit more pressure on his abs while massaging him. While you do so you think about multiple weird situations you had with Lando. 

“Maybe we can have a night in tonight? After qualifying,” Lando suggests after a bit. “We can watch some movies or something, whatever you like,” he adds.

“I kinda planned a selfcare night,” you tell Lando, “but maybe we can combine it?” 

“I’m in,” Lando tells you happily. 

“Great!”

Saturday - April 2023

“Y/n, it’s time for my massage.”

You look up surprised. Lando is standing in front of you and Pierre. What is he talking about? You just massaged him earlier. You’re free for the rest of the day. 

“Let’s talk further another time,” Pierre tells you.

You just met him. He seemed nice. Maybe you can finally find some other friends on the grid as well? 

“That sounds great,” you tell Pierre excited. 

You almost start to think that Lando lets out a scoff, but you’re probably wrong. You walk closer to Lando and he takes you with him to his drivers room.

“I already massaged you Lan, what was that about?” You ask him confused.

“I just got a bit of pain in my shoulder,” Lando mutters.

“Okay, can you pull of your shirt?”

When Lando feels your hands on his painless shoulders, he feels happy again. Maybe it was childish, but he didn’t see another way to get you away from Pierre and back to himself.

What’s going on with him?

Wednesday - May 2023

“I think I’m in love with y/n.”

“No shit,” Max sighs, “It took you forever to find out.”

Lando looks at his friend. Was he that transparant?

“So when will you tell her?” Max asks.

“Never!” Lando says quickly. He almost shouts. “What do you think that’ll happen? She doesn’t return my feelings, everything will become awkward and then I will lose her.”

“For fuck sake,” Max sighs, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Max, you have to keep this a secret,” Lando almost begs, “I can’t lose y/n.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

Saturday - June 2023

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” Lando moans.

You slowly apply more pressure to his body. Your hands roam around Lando his necks and shoulders carefully. When you come closer to his neck, Lando can’t withhold another soft moan. You start to feel the well known butterflies flatter around in your body.

Lando doesn’t stop. He keeps letting out soft sounds that show you exactly what you’re doing to him. After a bit you notice that you’ll get an even bigger reaction when you massage him on a specific spot close to his neck. You can’t help yourself and don’t stop touching him there. Can it be his sweet spot? You wonder what will happen when you let your lips touch his neck right on that spot. Fuck, you shouldn’t think like this.

“Can you lie down on your back Lan?” You ask a bit later.

Lando shuffles a bit, but he doesn’t move to lie down on his back. You wonder what’s going on. 

“Lan?” You ask.

“Give me a few minutes,” Lando tells you. 

“Is something wrong? You need to tell me if you feel uncomfortable or painful when I do something,” you say.

“No!” Lando quickly replies, “It’s far from wrong.”

You don’t get it at first, but then Lando lies down on his back. You notice the bulge that formed itself in his pants. Lando doesn’t look at you. Something that comes in quite handy right now, because you’re smile isn’t really professional anymore.

Sunday - July 2023

Lando his qualifying at Silverstone went amazing. He got the second place and that as his home race. This is amazing. Currently the two of you are laying on the couch. You’re feeling relaxed while spending time like this with Lando. 

“Maybe I can massage you a bit?” Lando suggests, “Reverse the roles  for once.”

“That seems nice.”

Lando helps you to find a comfortable position on his lap. His hands slowly find your shoulders. He’s quick to apply a bit of pressure on them. You let out a soft sigh of relaxation. It’s been way too long since someone massaged you. That’s the disadvantage of being a masseur, everyone always expects you to massage them and not the other way around. 

“How does this feel?” Lando asks you. 

It feels like his hands are touching you everywhere at once. You haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time. He’s slowly massaging your neck and you can’t stop yourself from letting out a soft moan. 

“Like you should do this more often,” you answer Lando jokingly.

You don’t tell him that you already feel yourself getting wet. Fuck. Why does he have to have such big, strong hands? That also feel insanely good on your body?

***

A few hours and a movie and some YouTube video’s later you’re still laying against Lando. The two of you are cuddled up on the couch in your hotel room. Lando plays with your hair while he focuses on the television in front of him. You can’t seem to focus anymore. Your mind keeps filling up with thoughts about Lando. 

“I’m glad you’re on my team,” Lando tells you suddenly, “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“You’re the one who’s racing this good,” you reply. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Lando says slowly, “but I couldn’t have done any of this without your support. It means the world to me that you’re always here.”

“There’s no place where I would be rather.”

“Promise me you’re in for a long time?” Lando asks you.

Without even thinking about it you stick out your pink. Lando is quick to wrap his own around yours.

“I promise Lan and if you join another team, I’ll do everything I can to join them as well.”

“I’m not going anywhere else if you can’t join me,” Lando says, “If they want me, they get you as well.”

You laugh. 

Sunday - July 2023

You haven’t seen Lando for a while now. The two of you are in some sort of night club with a lot of the other drivers. Earlier today Lando got his second place. His first podium of the season. He even drove a couple laps as race leader. Things were amazing. You haven’t been proud, excited and happy like this for a long time. It feels insanely good. That’s why the both of you wanted to celebrate. 

“Hi!”

You notice that Pierre Gasly is standing in front of you and just greeted you. 

“Hey,” you greet him back.

Pierre and you have know each other for a while now. You can say that you’re friends with each other, but not really close friends. During race weekends you’ll talk with each other, but that’s about it. Still, when you talk to each other it’s nice and comfortable. 

“In the mood to dance?” Pierre asks you. You’re quick to nod. Pierre gives you his hand and takes you with him towards the dance floor. 

When Lando searches for you, he’s surprised to find you on the dance floor. Until he sees with who you are. Fuck. He lets out an annoyed sigh. Why does Pierre always come close to you? Lando thinks about a way to get you away from Pierre, but he can’t figure out something right now.

“Congrats on the podium!” 

Without even realizing it, Lando is hugging with Yuki Tsunoda. He makes a bit of small talk with him, but Lando his eyes never leave you and Pierre. It annoys him that you’re still dancing with him. He needs to figure out a way to get you back to himself.

“Don’t you find them cute together?” Yuki asks him after a while.

Is Yuki talking about you and Pierre as well? Before Lando can say anything, Yuki continues talking.

“Pierre has been planning on taking her out for a while, maybe he’ll finally ask her now,” Yuki tells Lando. 

“He likes her?” Lando asks.

Yuki nods.

“Fuck, I knew it,” Lando mutters annoyed. 

Without a plan he walks towards you and Pierre. When he stands in front of you two, he’s quick to grab your arm. You are quick to look up. You’re surprised to see Lando in front of you. 

“We’re going back to the hotel,” Lando tells you quickly, not knowing any better excuse right now. 

“Why?” You ask surprised.

“I’m not feeling well,” Lando lies. 

He notices the way your facial expressions change. He starts to feel like a terrible person when he sees your concerned face. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask him. 

“I’ll explain in the car,” Lando answers with the lack of a better answer.

“Wait, y/n, before you go, can I ask you something?” Pierre asks you.

Lando his grip on your arm firms. He pulls you with him softly. You look at him, still concerned about his well being. “I really want to go,” Lando tells you. He knows what’s coming next, Pierre is going to ask you out. Fuck. He needs to get you away. 

“Maybe you can text me it?” You suggest to Pierre, “Lando isn’t feeling well, so we’re leaving now.”

“I’ll just ask you later,” Pierre sighs.

When you’re sitting in Lando his car, you notice that the boy is looking a lot better already. His weird facial expressions from earlier are gone, he almost seems relieved now? Maybe he was overwhelmed with all the attention and loud music? 

“What was wrong?” You ask Lando. 

“I uh,” Lando stutters a bit, “uh, I uh, I had a.. a uh, a headache. But it’s already getting better now.”

***

“Sooo,” you let out. You have been waiting for a moment to ask Lando something and maybe now is your chance? 

“So?”

“Why don’t you like Pierre?” You ask him. 

Since you and Pierre have gotten a bit closer, you have noticed Lando his strange behavior against Pierre. He always tries to get you away from him with excuses (?) about more massages. Or he joins your conversation and makes things awkward. What seems on purpose sometimes. 

“You always try to get me away from him,” you add while waiting for Lando his reaction. 

Lando sighs. Maybe he should just tell you everything. But he doesn’t. 

“There’s nothing wrong with Pierre,” Lando replies.

Wednesday - July 2023

“Want to lunch together?” Lando asks you. 

“I’m sorry Lan, Pierre asked me to get lunch together earlier today,” you reply a bit disappointed. If Lando only asked you earlier…

“Oh allright, then I’ll see you later. Right?” Lando asks disappointed.

“Yeah, after lunch I’ll be back,” you reply. 

“Okay, have fun.”

Friday - July 2023

“We’re still on for tonight, right?” Lando asks you. 

“What do you mean?” You ask surprised. 

“It’s Friday!” Lando exclaims loudly, “we always have your self care night on Friday.” 

“Oh fuck,” you whisper. You totally forgot. Or better said, you didn’t know Lando saw it as a weekly thing. “Pierre asked me out for dinner tonight, I’m so sorry Lan,” you explain, “but I can cancel?” 

“You don’t have to,” Lando sighs, “just have fun with Pierre.” 

***

Y/n: uh hi 

Y/n: can u pick me up?

Lando: where?

Y/n: *location*

Lando: where is that? Who lives there?

Y/n: Pierre

Lando: can’t he bring you home

Lando: you seem to be dating him

Lando: not me.

Y/N: please lan

Lando: Omw

***

“Thanks for picking me up,” you tell Lando when you step into his car. 

Lando is quick to notice your sad expression. He wonders what happened inside Pierre his house. When he sees a small tear rolling over your cheek, he knows for sure something happened.

“What’s wrong?” Lando asks you. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you sigh. 

“Babygirl,” Lando sighs, “What’s going on lately? We barely see each other and now I’m picking you up from Pierre’s while you’re all sad?” 

You let out a small sob. 

“I fucked things up,” you cry out. 

Lando increases his speed, he wants to get home as soon as possible so he can talk to you properly. He puts his free hand on your thigh and slowly draws some figures on it. When you use both of your hands to hold his, he can’t resist a small smile. 

When you’re inside Lando his home, you know Lando still wants answers. He deserves them as well. Together you sit down on his couch. You try to look at Lando, but you can only sob when you do. 

Pierre asked you to be his girlfriend tonight. You told him no. Of course you said no. You thought things between you two were just friendly. And there’s Lando. Maybe if Lando wasn’t here, you would have given Pierre a chance. But he’s here. He’s always on your mind. Even when you tried to forget about him, he’s always present in your thoughts. 

“What happened?” Lando asks you again. 

“I uh,” you stutter, “Pierre uh.. He, he asked me to be his uh.. his girlfriend.” 

“Then why are you crying? Isn’t that what you wanted?” Lando asks confused. His body is heating up. He can’t handle it if you’re officially Pierre’s. 

“I said no,” you state. This time the words come out a bit calmer. 

“Didn’t he accept that?” Lando questions.

You just nod your head this time. When you think back about Pierre his reaction, you shiver. 

“Want to talk about it?” Lando asks you.

“Later,” you suggest. 

Lando opens his arms for you. It doesn’t take you long before you find your comfortable spot back. You lean on his chest. You’ve missed this. 

“I’ve missed you,” you sob.

“I never left,” Lando states, “I just gave you some space with Pierre.” 

“I don’t want space,” you sigh. 

“What do you want?” Lando asks you confused, “I thought you wanted to date Pierre, so it seemed logical to give you a bit of space while figuring things out with him.”

You don’t think about your answer.

“I want you,” you state. 

When the words leave your mouth, you realize the impact of them. Fuck. What did you just do? This is going to be the moment that you’ll lose Lando. You already feel him straighten up, sitting more straight then before. Slowly you seat yourself different as well. Lando looks in your eyes and you can’t look away. 

“That’s a dangerous thing to say,” Lando replies.

“I can’t unsay it I guess,” you sigh, “This is just great. I fucked up something even more important now.” 

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Lando comforts you, “but you need to explain what happened and what you mean.” 

You sigh again. 

“I told Pierre I didn’t want to date him, I thought our ‘dates’ were friendly. Then he got mad. He started to talk about all the money he spend on me,” you explain slowly, “I told him I could pay him back, but that wasn’t what he wanted. I don’t know what happened, but I do know I lost a friend.” 

“And then I started thinking about you. How I blew you off multiple times because Pierre asked me to do something, I was afraid that I lost you as well.” 

“Pierre’s a dick,” Lando scoffs, “and you can’t lose me. No matter how hard you’ll try, you can’t lose me.”

You let out a couple sobs. Lando pulls you closer to himself again. 

“What do you mean with wanting me?” He asks you.

“Fuck Lan,” you sigh, “I’ve been in love with you for like forever.” 

Lando doesn’t know what he just heard. He asks you again. And again. You keep telling him the truth. 

“Fuck,” he says after a while.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I knew telling you was a mistake. Please stay my friend.” 

“Max was right,” Lando says.

You look at him, confused by the deeper meaning behind his words.

“I should have told you,” Lando continues, “Then all of this would never have happened.” 

“Told me what?” You ask confused.

“I’m in love with you,” Lando confesses, “I’ve been for the longest time. That’s why I didn’t like all of your dates, including Pierre.”

Saturday - August 2023

“It always turns me on when you massage me,” Lando confesses. 

You laugh softly. 

“Remember than one time you massaged me?” You ask Lando. He’s quick to nod. “We both have that problem.” 

“Maybe I can massage you again tonight?” Lando suggests. 

“That sounds amazing.”

[heartfullofleeches]

God I really need random blurb of Pin to quench my fluff thirst of him (and ideas). Speaking of Pin, can he eat? like, can he munch down the foods or just straight up swallow everything like a black hole

[They do have a mouth technically - how they eat will remain a mystery. Here's a blurb with my favorite Yan doll and reader who likes to bake/throw parties]

-

"Sorry... I can't make it."

"Maybe next time?"

"I'm sure others will show."

If only they had let you know sooner.... Or at all.

You always took the smallest thing into accountability when planning. Work schedules, events with family, the weather. You found the perfect day when all of your friends should have been free and sent the invites out a week in advance on the cutest little cards you found on your last trip the supply store. A couple of them had excitedly messaged you about the party, gifting hope soon to be crushed as you sat alone at the dinner table piled with cakes and cookies, and all the other treats you had prepped for their arrival.

You guessed not every adult wanted to visit what was essentially a glorified tea party with no real reason to celebrate, but it would've been nice if they just said that instead of wasting your time and effort. You wouldn't feel as bad if they texted you beforehand, but as always you were left in the dark. They only wanted your skills when it meant something. You were who they called to cater for birthdays and engagement parties - what was the harm in gathering just to see each other?

It sucked, but at least you weren't completely alone.

"At least I still have you, Pin."

The doll's round eyes point down at the large slice of cake on their place, hands posed on either sides of the table. You used the left over ribbon from decorating to make a bow tucked into their hair, keeping their yarn locks parted from their smiling face. Frosted stained their stitched grin from the first time they'd fallen over when you seated them in their chair. It was nice to know someone appreciated your baking - even if they were made of cotton and fabric.

The first to arrive and the only one who stuck around in the end. You found them at the same supply store you bought all of your decorations, but sometimes it felt like they were the one who found you. The oversized almost squashed you when it came tumbling from another prop you'd been checking out. When you couldn't find a price tag and the store owner claimed to never have seen them before, they gave you a fair estimate and you went about your day with a new friend and roommate. Pin had always been there when your friends weren't. You had an entire album full of pictures of your many celebrations together and costumes to match. If there was anyone you could depend on to brighten your day - it was them.

"I'll never leave you!"

Your first smile of the day - all because of the scripted lines of a giant doll. "Thanks, Pin. Glad I can always count on you."

Detangling your fingers from the cord attached to their back, the string pulls once more as you yank your hand away.

"I'm all you'll ever need!"

Your smile falls. "You just might you're right about that.... Well, it's getting pretty late. I should start cleaning up. Enjoy your cake while I do, okay?"

You gather the empty plates and cups on the table, returning them to the cabinets with a heavy heart. Next time will be different. It has to be. You leave Pin in their seat as you change into something more comfortable. Their button eyes follow you from the reflection of a mirror on the wall. While changing, you wonder what to do with the leftovers since there's far too much to eat alone before it all spoils. Reentering the dining room, it would seen that wouldn't be as much of a problem as you thought.

Sprinkles and crumbles coat Pin's face as they hang slumped in their chair. The fork that was once in their hands lies on the floor and their fingers were covered in just as much frosting as their shirt. There was even some on that zipper on their chest you were never able to get down even with pliers. Where an entire cake once sat was now the final envelope from the invite cards you picked up earlier that week. Your name was written in bold lettering on its back along with a little drawing of the missing cake.

"Y/n! Thank you so for always inviting me to your wonderful parties and making me feel like I belong. I wish we could talk more, but I'm a little shy. Your cakes are so delicious, and I'm really sorry your friends didn't come, but that just means more for me! I'm sure they'll come around someday, but if not you know I'll always be around to cheer you up. I love love love you, and appreciate everything you do so please don't ever stop doing what you love.

Sincerely, Pin."

[sheisaquarius-blog]

For Anthony day!

I’m a sucker for coffee shop x tattoo shop au, so maybe ianthony?

i am so sure i did the opposite of what you wanted, but the idea snuck in my head and i couldn't help myself, i'm soooo sorry. i hope this is still cute?

“Um, excuse me?”

Anthony turns around, as does Ian beside him. The voice came from a younger girl, dyed-dark hair, un-inked skin, probably looking to get her first tattoo on the other side of the counter. “Hey,” he says, friendly.

She smiles hopefully. “Hi! Um, I was wondering if I could book an appointment?”

Ah. Yeah, this happens all the time. He smiles and then looks to Ian. “What do you think?” Ian rolls his eyes. “Don’t tease her,” he elbows Anthony in the ribs. “Hi, I’m actually the owner, as surprising as that is,” he says. The girl looks up at Ian in surprise. His blue sweater covers most of his arms, so there could be something under there, but Anthony knows there isn’t. He also knows that inside a tattoo shop, he looks the most natural, while Ian looks out of place.

And yet.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, glancing down at her feet.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ian waves it off. “You wanted to make an appointment? Can I see your ID?”

Anthony settles his elbow on the counter and watches Ian chat with the girl, setting up her appointment for her eighteenth birthday, and listening to her talk about what she wants. He smiles. Ian’s good at making people feel comfortable.

When the girl leaves with an appointment card, Ian sighs and looks at his watch. “Don’t you have a coffee shop to run?” he asks.

“The baristas can handle it,” Anthony waves the idea off. Tommy, Shayne, and Amanda know what they’re doing. “I can spend a little longer on my lunch break.”

Ian shakes his head, but, notably, takes a sip of the coffee Anthony had brought him for their lunch not-date, since Ian doesn’t like to call them dates while he’s at work.

“What do you think?” he asks, nodding to the recyclable cup. “Tried a different roast.”

“I like it,” Ian says. “It’s . . . it’s almost sweet. Like it has caramel notes.”

Anthony’s chest bursts when Ian talks about his coffee. He’d started as just a bookkeeper at the shop, but the old guy who ran it liked him, showed him how to make things, what kind of care it took, and Anthony liked it. And then he met Ian and he loved it, mostly because Ian loves it. The only thing Anthony likes more than when Ian talks his ear off about how his coffee tastes is when Anthony’s splayed out on the leather chair of the tattoo shop with Ian’s needle in his skin. He loves how vulnerable he can be for Ian that way, and how seriously Ian treats it. The give and take.

Well, technically, there’s one other thing he likes better than coffee or tattoos with Ian, but work isn’t the place for those thoughts. Although Anthony sure does like to dance on the edge of that.

Anthony grins. “Give me a taste?” he asks.

Ian knows his game, he always does, so he gives Anthony a deadpan look and holds the takeaway cup out to him. “Knock yourself out.”

Anthony takes it, much to Ian’s surprise, and sips it, which surprises him even more. Ian grabs his apron to get ready for afternoon appointments. “What do you think?” he asks while tying the back.

Anthony considers the cup, then glances around the shop. Courtney and Spencer and Damien are in the back rooms with their appointments, and no one else is in the shop yet. “I think it could use a little sweetener,” he says, and pushes Ian gently back against the wall with a kiss.

Ian groans into it, but it’s a groan of disapproval, not arousal. “Oh, that was so cheesy,” he says when Anthony lets him have his lips back.

Anthony shrugs, licking at his lip. “Tastes better, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Ian rolls his eyes. “Get out of my shop,” he says with exasperation, but he grabs Anthony by the collar and pulls him back in.

Anthony still has fifteen minutes on his lunch break, and he might still be late heading back to the coffee shop.

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 97

Sunday  morning arrived quicker than expected. My internal clock woke me up early and reaching my phone I saw it was a little after 7 am. I got up with a grunt and mechanically did what I did every day, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a quick shower, tried to style my hair somewhat decently, got dressed, grabbed my All Might notebook where the cards were, picked up a pen and walked out.

On my way out of my room, I grabbed one of my spare pair of shoes to wear outside and just placed them by the front door for later.

I was surprised to find pretty much half the class already awake, despite being a Sunday at 7 am... That's Hero Training for you, messes up your sleep schedule.

"Good morning," I muttered, receiving a variety of greetings, some more enthusiastic than others, like Iida, Yaomomo and Izuku, they were more cheerful than I was. Well, Iida was more so his usual intensity not really cheerfulness.

Katsuki, Shoto and Koda were more quiet, the blond responding with a grunt instead of words. Sero gave me a hand gesture to greet me, and Aoyama did a pose and began muttering about how it would be a beautiful day.

Glancing out the window, I saw some snow covering the grass outside, the pathway already shoveled.

"Breakfast's ready," Sato spoke, walking out the kitchen with cookies on a tray, Yaomomo following behind with many steaming mugs on a tray of her own. I sat at the table and Katsuki immediately took the seat next to me.

"Going somewhere?" He muttered, picking up a couple of cookies and taking a bite of one. I picked up my steaming mug with (tea/coffee/hotchoco), and gently blew on it before taking a small sip.

"Just heading home for a few hours, gotta give something to the little monsters," Katsuki looked at me, a small smirk showing on his face.

"Those two were something else," I felt my face heating up when I remembered them calling Katsuki 'nii-chan' and saying he will be my 'wife'. Now, I wasn't opposed to the idea, but I was still way to young to think of that, though my birthday was getting kinda close now that I thought about it.

So many things have happened since the beginning of the school year I kinda lost track of everything.

Breakfast went by without a hitch, eventually, the rest of the class woke up and made their own drinks. By the time we were done, Uraraka was the only one still asleep, so we agreed on putting some cookies in tupperware so she could eat them whenever she woke up.

By then, Aizawa had also showed up by the dorm, Eri in hand. The class was happy to see her, and asked Aizawa why was she here.

"Not that it's a bad thing! Not at all! We just wanna-!" Aizawa raised his hand so Izuku would stop talking, his voice getting more high-pitched and kinda breaking here and there.

"I'm here to ask you all to watch over her for a while, I'll be driving (M/n) to his parents' house for a few hours," at that, everyone turned to look at me and I was already putting on my shoes.

"Didn't know you were leaving, (L/n)-kun!" Iida spoke and I chuckled.

I took quick strides to the table where my notebook and pen were still on, "Aizawa-sensei didn't want to let ne go home by myself, something about developing bad habits," I spoke with a shrug as I zipped up my jacket up to my nose, and fixed my hood up.

"Ready to go?" Putting my hand in my pocket, I felt my phone in there so I nodded and we stepped out the dorm.

"See you later, everyone!"

I trailed behind Aizawa as we walked down the pathway and to the black sedan. I got in the passenger seat, buckled the seatbelt and opened my notebook while waiting for Aizawa to get in the car as well.

I began writing down and sketching some ideas to add or change from my gauntlets. Hatsume-chan wouldn't mind helping me, but she would definitely make a new design.

The door to my right closed and Aizawa started the car, seatbelt on, started the engine and pulled away from the dorm, heading toward my home.

The ride was mostly quiet, only the sound of me writing on paper and messy sketching on the pages while Aizawa focused on the road. Then my thoughts wandered to my parents and the twins. I was home two weeks ago for New Year but with everything that happened it felt like it had been way longer than that.

Briefly looking up and glancing out the window, I stared at the thin sheet of snow on the trees, some benches and rooftops. Something about the snow made everything feel serene, and I took a deep breath as I relaxed further on the seat, my head against the slightly condensed window.

My body felt incredibly heavy from exhaustion while simultaneously feeling weightless, like a feather flowing on the breeze. My body was tired, but my mind was at ease for once, briefly recalling everything that happened at my internship.

My thoughts drifted back to the intense moments at Endeavour’s agency, like the first time I struggled to keep up during a patrol with the trio. I remembered the frustration of feeling like I was holding them back, the burning in my legs as I pushed myself harder, and the quiet but firm encouragement from Burnin' that kept me going. Then it was that one moment in the simulation exercise where I finally trusted my instincts instead of overthinking, and it paid off. I could still hear Endeavour’s gruff praise echoing in my ears, even though I knew it was rare for him to give compliments. I wondered how much of that progress I’d be able to maintain now that I was back at school

After a few minutes of me mindlessly staring outside, the silence was broken, “You seem deep in thought," Aizawa-sensei's voice made me blink, realizing I had gotten lost in thought for a while.

I glanced over at him but he was staring ahead, and I looked back at my notes. I hesitated before responding, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.

"I was... thinking about the internship," I finally admitted, fidgeting with my pen, "A lot happened, and it feels strange to be back."

Aizawa hummed, and I saw him nod, eyes still on the road, “Well, that’s normal. The transition between the field and school can be jarring, especially when you’ve experienced so much in a short period. But it’s important to take time to process it all."

His words made me smile. He always seemed to know what to say to cheer us up, even if he masked it as just being a strict teacher.

“It was… intense, but I learned a lot. I’m glad I got to experience it, even if it was tough. I just hope I'll be able to keep up with the internship and classes," the car stopped at a street light and Aizawa turned to look at me.

"Anyone that misses classes will have extra lessons to make up for that, so don't worry about it for now," I nodded in silence and returned to look out the window, closing the notebook with the pen inside it, "Remember to take care of yourself too, don't overwork yourself."

"I will, sensei." After that, the rest of the drive was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. The car’s heater was enough to keep us warm, and I watched the scenery outside gradually became more familiar too as we neared my house.

When we finally arrived, I was greeted with the familiar sight of the snow-covered driveway. I sighed and unbuckled my belt, I opened the door and before I could step foot outside the car, the front door of my house practically flew open.

Looking up, I saw the twins rushing outside, dressed up in cozy sweaters and at least wearing their slippers. "Nii-chan!" I smiled and pushed the door open to give them room to hug me, since they didn't give me time to get out.

"Boys, come back, it's cold outside!" Glancing over their shoulders I spotted my dad by the front porch, my mom behind him with a warm smile on her face.

"Come on, monsters, go with dad, I'll be there in a minute," they nodded effusively before running back to our parents. I took a deep breath, and turned around to face Aizawa, who wore the same look on his face as when he was watching Eri playing around, "Thanks for the ride, sensei."

"No problem," he replied, a subtle smile taking over his usual serious expression, “I figured it’d be good to ensure you got home safely."

I smiled back and grabbed my notebook, getting ready to step out. That's when I saw my mom walking toward us, which made me frown with curiosity, "Mom?" She smiled at me and leaned over to look at my teacher.

"Mr. Aizawa would you like to come inside for a bit? Of course, if you don't have anything else to do," she spoke softly, and glancing back I noticed him hesitating about accepting the offered, "I thought it'd be rude to leave you out here waiting for my little boy to come out, so I figured I could invite you to have some tea or coffee and just have a chat?"

Well, my mom had always been really convincing, but this was Aizawa-sensei, I wasn't sure if he'll-.

"If it's not too much trouble, Ms. (L/n)," oh damn, she did it.

Mom chuckled and waved a hand, "Not at all! Come on in, it's freezing out here."

She held my hand and helped me out of the car, closing the door behind me and she nudged me forward.

"Your brothers are waiting for you, go," I chuckled and obeyed, walking down the pathway cleared of the snow and gave a quick hug to my dad before coming inside.

I took my jacket and shoes off, putting my pair of slippers and going to the living room, where the twins were sitting on the couch, tho they were practically bouncing off it in excitement. The sight made me laugh and I opened the notebook, both cards behind the first page.

"Little monsters," I pulled the cards out and showed them.

"You did it!" They exclaimed and I walked a few steps closer to them. They patiently waited in front of me, holding onto my shirt with hardly contained happiness.

"Here, one for each," they grabbed them off my hand and looked at them, before frowning and swapping cards. I immediately knew they had gotten the card with each other's name which made me laugh.

"Thank you, nii-chan!" They exclaimed in unison and clung to me. Behind me, I heard the front door closing and glancing back, I saw Aizawa putting on some of my dad's spare slippers.

"Alright, come on, let's sit down," with both of them still clinging onto me, I dragged the three of us to the couch, which didn't take long because it was nearby but fuck, these two had gotten heavier.

We sat together on the couch and they were still gushing about their signed cards, when mom came by, "Do you want anything, honey?" I looked up at mom and smiled.

"Not really, I already had breakfast," she nodded and rushed to the kitchen.

Aizawa and my dad sat on the opposite couch from us, and soon started talking. I didn't know about what because I couldn't quite hear them, and I wasn't gonna try and gossip about their adult conversation, it was none of my business after all.

As I remained with the twins, I watched the nonstop gushing about their cards, showing them to me with big smiles on their flushed faces, making me chuckle as if I hadn't just given those cards to them.

A few minutes later, mom walked out of the kitchen, a tray with a few steaming mugs and two plates filled with brownies. She sat them on the coffee table and I made eye contact with my mom. Judging by the look on her face, she knew I wanted to grab one, so she chuckled and rubbed her hands with a warm look in her eyes.

"Go on, you can eat."

I reached forward and grabbed one brownie while the twins grabbed two each after carefully setting their cards down on the table.

Mom grabbed a mug and handed it to Aizawa who muttered a quiet 'thank you' with a small bow and held it with both hands. He seemed so out of place, but thankfully, my mom knew just how to make friends with everyone.

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While the twins and I spoke about my internship, my parents were talking to Aizawa. Of course, I made sure to leave out the small details like how I gave up halfway, and the dangerous situations we encountered. They listened attentively with bright eyes as they heard how "cool and serious" Endeavour was up close.

"Wanna know something even better, monsters?" They nodded and I slouched down so they would get closer to me, wanting in on the secret, "We went to his house and had dinner," I whispered and they seemed ready to scream.

"Dinner with Endeavour?! Nii-chan!" I laughed as they started shaking me back and forth, and well, that caught the attention of the three adults.

"Huh? Dinner with Endeavour?" Dad wondered and I nodded, holding the twins in place, squeezing them against my sides.

"Yeah, Shouto's older sister wanted to meet his friends," the whole conversation about their eldest brother, Touya, flashed in my mind and I was hoping my distress wasn't obvious on my expression, "We had fun, though it was a little awkward at first," I snickered and decided to swap my attention back to the little monsters, tickling them and causing them to jump off the couch.

"Nii-chan! No tickle monster," I smiled at them and raised my hands innocently.

"For now~," I said in a playful voice and they flinched with wide smiles on their faces.

"Boys," mom called us so we looked at her, "Shouldn't you get started on your school project? Since your brother is here you can do it now, how about it?" I frowned and looked at the twins who had suddenly gotten a bright shine in their eyes.

"Yes! Good idea, mom!" Ryo exclaimed while Akira came over to me and he grabbed my hands, pulling me toward him so I would stand up from the couch, "Nii-chan, come on, we have work to do."

They each held one of my hands and began dragging me to their room. I looked over my shoulder at my parents and I saw my mom covering her smile with her hand while dad shook his head fondly with a warm smile on his face. Aizawa looked quite amused at the scene.

As soon as they dragged me in, I couldn't help but noticed the organized chaos on their low table pushed against a wall, covered with school supplies —papers, pens, pencils, glue, tape and scissors— and on that wall there was a big cork board with a couple pictures of me. Drawings and actual pictures.

Stepping closer, I realized they were taken from TV news and their websites. There was shots of me from the Sports Festival; the Obstacle Course, the Calvary Battle and the 1vs1 combats. Ending with a picture of me standing on the podium, my golden medal hanging around my neck with a wide yet tired expression on my face.

Surrounded by the pictures, was a sticky note; What did you feel when you won the Sports Festival?

There was more than just that. The Shie Hassaikai was there. The High-End Nomu in Kyushu with Endeavour and Hawks. At the Nabu Island when we had to protect Mahoro and Katsuma. A few of the incidents during my internship... Including the pastry incident.

So that's what I looked like, no wonder Katsuki found it hilarious.

A few pictures showed me with my classmates and/or senpais, and everything was neatly separated and arranged in a somehow accurate chronological order, a different few questions to each of those sections.

The top of the corkboard had a blank piece of paper, and I figured the title of the project was gonna be there.

I snapped out of my stupor when I heard something behind me, so I glanced over my shoulder to see Akira and Ryo pulling their low chairs closer to the table.

“What’s all this?” I asked, glancing back and forth between them. They looked up at me and then at the board, and they were suddenly bouncing on their feet with enthusiasm.

Akira, always the more talkative of the two, eagerly stepped forward and pointed to the corkboard, “This is our project, Nii-chan! It’s about heroes, but more importantly, it’s about you!”

"Yeah! Look at this!" Ryo exclaimed, standing on his tippy toes to grip the paper at the top and pulling it off. Apparently it was just covering the title, and the words I read almost made me start crying like a little boy again.

Our Favourite Hero, the top of the board read, obviously put together with cut out letter from magazines which gave it a childish charm that made me smile.

"We got assigned this project over the winter break, but we couldn't get much done without you since you were busy with your internship," I looked at Ryo and he fidgeted with his fingers, the exact way I did. I got down on my knees and gently messed with his hair.

"You could have still called me and I would have picked up, monsters," at that, Akira shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

"We didn't want to interrupt your training, nii-chan, you're gonna be a hero, right? The greatest one at that, so you needed to focus on that!" Somehow, looking at them right now, I felt so incredibly proud of these two.

"Come here, monsters," I pulled them in a tight hug and they hugged me back without complaining, "I'm gonna be a hero you'll be proud of... I promise."

The twins giggled and nestled further against me, their arms wrapping around my waist. It was a simple moment of warmth and connection, and I cherished it deeply.

“Now that you’ve had your big brother hug,” I said with a soft chuckle, “What’s next on the agenda?”

They had a quick glance exchange before Akira turned to the table to fix some of the mess, “Well, we’ve been working on something special for the project. We wanted to do an interview with you, nii-chan!” At that, Ryo nodded eagerly.

“Yeah! We’re going to ask you questions about being a hero and your experiences. It’s part of our project, and we think it’ll be awesome!” My eyebrows raised, impressed at their decision to make an interview feature.

“An interview, huh? That sounds pretty cool. Alright, where do we start?” I asked as I stood up and went over to their bean bag, dragging it closer to the table.

The twins quickly set up their low chairs at the table too, positioning them so they could face me. Ryo grabbed a notebook and a pen, while Akira shuffled through a stack of neatly organized cards.

“Okay, let’s get started!” Akira announced enthusiastically, making me hold back a chuckle. He picked up one of the cards and cleared his throat dramatically, “First question: What was the most exciting part of the Sports Festival for you?”

I tilted my head as I thought about the Sports Festival. And I got my answer pretty quickly.

“Honestly, the most exciting part was the final match against Katsuki. It was intense, and competing with someone as strong as him made it even more memorable. I pushed myself to do my best, and it felt great to come out on top," I finished with a smile.

Ryo jotted down my answer with a concentrated look, then Akira eagerly flipped to the next card when he received a signal to continue asking, “What about the Shie Hassaikai incident? How did you feel during that battle?”

My smile faded slightly as I remembered the seriousness of the situation. I wasn't expecting them to ask about it so soon, and I couldn't give them the gruesome reality of that mission, so I decided to ease it down a bit, painting the picture a lot brighter than it was.

“That was a tough fight. We were up against some really dangerous villains, and it was challenging," I had to bite my tongue when I remembered Nighteye, "But we saved a little girl, someone who couldn't protect herself, so we had to step in to ensure her safety.”

At that, Akira and Ryo looked at me in awe, before Ryo went back to writing my answer. Akira nodded thoughtfully and then held up another card, “And what about your internship with Endeavour? What was it like working with him?”

Well, of course they would asked me about the number one hero, it was only natural. I chuckled softly at that, and let out content sigh, feeling my mood lighten up again, “Endeavour is a very intense and strict hero, but I learned a lot from him. His dedication to hero work is admirable, and it pushed me to improve my own skills. It was challenging but also incredibly rewarding," I spoke with a proud smile on my face. Yeah, maybe he is a shitty father, but he's a great hero, no one can deny that.

The twins were scribbling furiously, clearly delighted with my answers, Akira repeated my words the best he could while Ryo's hand seemed to move at the speed of light to write as quick as possible, making me chuckle to myself. After that, their questions were more about my classmates, the hardest parts about training to be a hero, and even my thoughts on some of the villains we've fought.

When they finally reached the last question, Akira read through it before looking up at me with a big smile on his face, “If you could give one piece of advice to future heroes, what would it be?”

Oh, well, I wasn't sure I could give advice... No, I can. I took a deep breath and thought for a moment on how to word it, and answered as sincerely as I could.

“My advice would be to never give up, no matter how tough things get," my words came from a place of understanding after facing hardships and overcoming my own limits this winter break, I really understood why heroes gave this type of advice often, "Believe in yourself and your abilities, and always keep striving to be the best hero you can be. It’s the perseverance and dedication that make a true hero," I finished with a smile, something strange swirling in my chest. Something like relief, and longing. It felt nostalgic. Kinda missing who I was before the internship but liking who it had shaped me into.

Ryo beamed with satisfaction and set down his pen, “Thanks, nii-chan! This is going to make our project amazing," they stood up from their chairs and rushed to hug me. I ruffled their hair and placed a kiss on the crown of their heads.

"You did amazing putting this whole thing together, little monsters, I'm proud of you two," they blushed and smiled brightly, "Need help with anything else?"

They looked at each other for a moment, and something similar to realization appeared in their eyes, "Can we get a Katsuki-nii exclusive interview?"

I blinked at them, kinda surprised that they wanted to add Katsuki onto the board, but I couldn't hold back my smile as I pulled out my phone to call Katsuki.

"Let's see, hopefully he's not busy," the call went through and I put it on speaker, placing it on the table as we waited for my boyfriend to pick up, "You know? Maybe he's working out so he might-."

Oh, nevermind.

"Hey, dumbass, what's up?" Katsuki's voice echoed in the room with a soft grunt.

I chuckled and shifted around on the bean bag, crossing my arms while trying to hold back a smirk, "So, Katsuki, I'm with the monsters and they've been working on a project for school," I took a pause to let the words sink in and he hummed, signaling me to continue, "They wanna ask you a few questions, if it's okay with you?"

There was a small pause, where we were able to hear some voices in the background which slowly faded away. Then there was a door opening and closing, followed by the wheels of a chair scraping along the floor.

"Sure, that's good by me, but this better don't take long, brats," looking over at them, I watched them exchanging excited glances and going back to their previous roles. Akira picked up a different stack of cards and did the same as before, dramatically cleared his throat before speaking, and I could hear the faint sound Katsuki holding in his laugh.

"Okay, first question, Katsuki-nii!" Akira said, his voice filled with anticipation, "What’s the most fun thing about training with (M/n)-nii-chan?"

There a moment of silence as the question hung in the air for a moment, and I wondered how Katsuki would respond. Then, with a snort, he answered, "Fun? I don’t know about ‘fun.’ But training with that idiot always gets me fired up. He doesn’t back down from a challenge, and it pushes me to go even harder. We’ve had some crazy sparring matches that’ve probably scared the hell out of the others."

The twins scribbled down his words, their faces lighting up as they processed his response, and I smiled at the handful of times something like that has happened. 

"Next question!" Ryo said eagerly, flipping to the next card. "Has nii-chan ever beaten you in training?"

"Tch," Katsuki scoffed, and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice, "He’s gotten a few hits in, I’ll give him that, but beaten me? He wishes. We’re pretty evenly matched most of the time, but I’m still stronger, if there's a moment he does win, it’s ‘cause I let him. Gotta keep him motivated, y’know?"

I chuckled softly at that, shaking my head. That is so typical of you, Katsuki, never one to admit defeat, even when it's just merely friendly completion or harmless training. Of course, I was gonna let Katsuki have the spotlight and let the twins admire him too.

After chuckling to themselves, they quickly moved on to the next question, Akira's eyes flicking to the card in his hand.

"What’s nii-chan’s most annoying habit during training?" Katsuki scoffed and there was some shifting around, he was probably leaning back on the chair.

"He’s has this stupid habit of overthinking every single thing, like he'll be fighting just fine and then freeze out of nowhere. I understand he wants to do everything perfectly, but his hesitation is gonna bite him in the ass one of these days," I felt myself shrinking on the bean bag, whining quietly.

"Mean... But true," I muttered with a small smile, causing the twins to giggle at my words. Ryo's hand moved on the paper as he wrote Katsuki's answer, while Akira moved on to the next question.

"Alright, Katsuki-nii," he said, a wide grin spreading across his face, "What’s something you admire about nii-chan?"

The line went quiet for a moment, and I could almost feel Katsuki’s hesitation for a couple of seconds, but soon, his voice came through, sounding softer, more genuine, "He’s got a stupid big heart. No matter how tough things get, he’s always looking out for the people around him. It’s annoying sometimes ‘cause it makes him hesitate, but it’s also what makes him a real hero. He’s not just doing this to be the best; he actually gives a damn about people."

That answer hit me harder than I expected, and I found myself swallowing the lump in my throat at the raw sincerity in Katsuki's voice. I will cuddle him all night, I swear...

The twins seemed to sense the shift in tone too, their expressions turning more serious as they wrote down his words.

Ryo was the one to break the brief silence this time, not even looking at the card on Akira's hand, "What’s a funny memory you have with (M/n)-nii-chan?" Katsuki’s laugh was immediate, a short, scoffing sound that made me curious.

"Oh, that’s easy. There was this one time during training when he tried to do this super fancy move he supposedly saw on TV or whatever, and he ended up tripping over his own feet, face-planting right into the ground. The whole class lost it. Of course, he got up like nothing happened, trying to play it cool, but he was about to combust from embarrassment," he cackled for a few seconds, and the twins laughed too, Ryo struggling to write down his answer because of how much his body trembled with laughter. Then Katsuki let out an exaggerated sigh, "We still give him crap about it sometimes."

I couldn’t help but snicker alongside them, even if the memory was a little embarrassing, it was something the whole class turned to whenever they needed a laugh and it was all in good fun, after all.

"And what about your favorite memory with nii-chan?" Akira asked once they’d calmed down, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Probably the time we both got stuck on cleanup duty after a mission went longer than expected. We were both exhausted, but we just started talking about random crap—movies, food, whatever. It was nice, y’know? Just being able to chill and talk without any of the usual competition or training pressure," Katsuki’s voice softened again, his tone more gentle, "Moments like those make you remember why you're training. To maintain that peace everywhere you go."

The twins nodded, their expressions thoughtful as they wrote down his answer. I could tell they were starting to see a different side of Katsuki, the side that wasn’t all explosions and shouting.

Taking the final card from Akira's hand, Ryo asked, "Last question, Katsuki-nii! If you had to pick one hero skill that nii-chan is better at than you, what would it be?"

Katsuki let out a low grunt, clearly reluctant to admit anything.

"He’s better at playing nice with others. Not that it matters in a real fight, but he’s good at getting people to work together. Makes him a solid leader, I guess. Not that I’d... ever admit that to his face," his voice at the end got quiet, and I could tell he was feeling shy, definitely aware that he just blurted that out with me in the room. it made me smile to hear him talk about me like that.

The twins finished writing with satisfied grins, clearly proud of the answers they’d gotten from my boyfriend. I smiled too, feeling a strange warmth in my chest. It wasn’t often that Katsuki opened up like this, even if it was just for the school project of two 9-year-olds.

"Thanks, love," I said, picking up the phone off the table and turning off the speaker, "The twins really appreciate it."

"Yeah, whatever," Katsuki grumbled, but I could hear the faint hint of affection in his voice, "Just don’t let it get to your head, dumbass."

I chuckled softly and he did the same. There was a small silence between us, where we're just able to hear each other's breathing.

"I miss you..." He whispered and a felt a shiver down my spine.

"I miss you two, Katsuki, I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" He grunted and the chair squeaked under his weight as he shifted around.

"I don't know if I can handle raccoon eyes and dunce face bothering me with homework they forgot to do during break," I smiled and held back a laugh, "However, ponytail should be handling them right now, so I'm not too worried-."

There was a knock on his of his door, and I heard him muttering a quiet 'fuck' as Eijiro's voice came through the line, slightly muffled.

"I spoke too soon, gotta go, love you," I didn't even get to respond back because he hung up. I was praying that he wouldn't kill anyone from the Bakusquad while I wasn't there.

I put my phone away, I saw the twins discussing about how to organize the answers.

"You're putting these on the board?" I asked, leaning closer to see what they were doing. There was a drawing of Katsuki with his winter suit on at the very bottom of the page, only his upper half drawn. It was easy to recognize him, especially if you looked at his face, distorted in anger, and there were a few shots of Katsuki on the pictures of me, so anyone would be able to put two and two together and figure out who he was.

Akira laid the cards on the paper and Ryo marked where the answers would be, the title of that section was half covered so I couldn't really see it.

"Yep, it'll go somewhere down here..." Akira mentioned to the bottom right corner for the board, "Is the title okay, nii-chan?"

He moved the papers that were in the way and I shifted closer to them, cranking my neck to the side to read it. 'A Hero's Best Friend', read the top of the paper.

Honestly, I understood why. The monsters didn't want to out our relationship to their class and possibly their whole school, so calling us best friends was cool with me, besides, I like to think we're still each other's best friend while being lovers.

"Want me to help?" They looked at me and nodded enthusiastically, uttering a 'please!' in unison, making me chuckle.

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Maybe an hour had passed while I helped the twins finish and fix their project, making sure it was neat and easy to read and follow through.

"Alright, monsters, remember to clean up or mom is gonna get mad," I stood up from the bean bag I had been sitting and headed toward the door.

"On it!"

I walked out the room and stretched my limbs a little bit. I had completely forgotten Aizawa-sensei was here so I wanted to check up on him, just to make sure my mom hadn't roped him into anything...

Where is he? Where is she?

"Mom?" I quietly called, but no response. That's when I heard muffled laughter and clattering of utensils coming from the kitchen. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and I saw Aizawa standing next to my mom in the kitchen. Wearing an apron. Pouring batter on a tray. Baking.

His sleeves were rolled up, his hair tied in a messy bun, with an expression that could only be described as someone who knows nothing about baking, learning how to bake.

I stood there for a moment, taking in the scene of Aizawa-sensei baking with my mom. It was... surreal, to say the least. My no-nonsense, perpetually sleep-deprived teacher, standing in our kitchen, carefully pouring batter into a tray with all the focus of someone on a mission. And my mom, happily chatting away as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

"Mom?" I called again and she turned around to look at me, a wide smile on her face. The inviting smell of baking goodies filling my nose the longer I stood in the kitchen.

"Oh hey, honey! Shota-kun and I were just finishing up some treats. How was the project with the boys?" I tried not to feel strange at the idea of my mother being in first name basis with my teacher, blinking as I stared blankly at her, and focused on the question.

"It went good, they're finished and are cleaning up the mess they made," she chuckled and went back to cleaning the counter, clearly pleased. It did seem like they were almost done with the baking.

"Those two had been so eager to make their project about you, you know? They can't stop talking about you and Katsuki-kun," there was something about hearing my boyfriend's name that always made me smile, not matter the situation.

“Yeah, they were pretty excited to have me help them, and I think they really enjoyed putting it together," I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe.

Aizawa-sensei glanced over at me, a flicker of something almost resembling a smile on his face, “They seem like good kids,” he said simply, his tone as flat as ever, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his words.

“Yeah, they are,” I agreed, feeling a swell of pride in my chest at the thought of my younger brothers, "Though they can be a handful sometimes."

Mom chuckled and went over to the oven, opening it and pulling out the tray. I could see they had been baking brownies, "Well, judging with what I've been told, Shota-kun has his fair share of handfuls too," she said teasingly, nudging Aizawa with her elbow. Then, she turned to me briefly after setting the tray down, her expression softening, "The boys look up to you, (M/n), they said they were gonna follow your footsteps and become heroes."

Hearing those words made me freeze. The warmth of her voice felt like a comforting blanket around me, and my chest tightened, a mix of pride and emotion swelling up inside me.

The thought of Akira and Ryo looking up to me, wanting to follow in my footsteps and become heroes, hit me harder than I expected. For a moment, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t just their big brother; I was their role model, someone they were striving to be like.

The realization was both humbling and overwhelming.

I could feel a lump forming in my throat, but I swallowed it down, not wanting to get too emotional in front of anyone.

A small, genuine smile tugged at my lips as finally able to find my voice, “They said that?” I asked softly, looking at  my mom, who gave a subtle nod, confirming it. My eyes flickered up to the ceiling, trying to hold in the tears I felt gathering in my eyes, “That’s… that’s really something,” I added, my voice a bit shaky with emotion, but I managed to keep it steady, “I’ll do my best to make sure I’m someone worth looking up to.”

My mom’s smile softened, and I heard her as she walked over to me, and soon feeling her gentle hand on my shoulder, making me look down at her.

“You already are, sweetheart,” she said, her voice full of warmth and confidence.

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, and I took a deep breath, letting the moment sink in. I was doing this not just for myself, but for them too, for Akira, for Ryo, and for everyone who believed in me. And I wasn’t going to let them down.

After that, she caressed my face and gently wiped the stray tear that had managed to escape and went back to Aizawa, who had witnessed the whole scene in silence with a subtle smile on his face.

I blinked a few times and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands, hearing my mom and Aizawa talking about the batter and how to prevent it from baking into the paper while in the over.

I still couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing, but at the same time, it felt oddly comforting. Aizawa-sensei, despite his gruff exterior, was clearly capable of moments like this, moments where he let his guard down just enough to bond with someone, even if it was over something as simple as baking.

“Don’t forget to take some of those back with you for Eri,” my mom said as she finished cutting up the brownies and putting a few of them on a plate, “I’m sure she’d love to try them.”

Aizawa nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards ever so slightly, “I’ll make sure she gets them.”

I watched them for a moment longer before pushing off the doorframe.

“I’ll go check on the twins,” I said, excusing myself.

As I walked back down the hall, I couldn’t help but chuckle softly to myself. Who would’ve thought? My mom and Aizawa-sensei, bonding over baking. The world was full of surprises, but this one? This one was definitely one of the better ones.

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Forty-five minutes later, Aizawa-sensei and I were making our way back to the car, tupperware filled with brownies and cookies for Eri and the class.

"See you later, nii-chan!" The twins exclaimed and I smiled and waved at them as I got in the car.

"Don't stresss mom too much, monsters!" They giggled but nodded and hugged mom tightly. My parents chuckled and waved back at me.

"Take care!" I nodded at them and closed the door, continuing to wave to them as the car slowly pulled away.

The first few minutes were spent in complete silence and I found myself staring out the window again, watching how the streets became busy with all the people passing by, and I fidgeted with my All Might notebook.

"Your mom's a good cook, I didn't expect to find myself baking brownies and cookies today but... It was nice," Aizawa's voice broke the silence and I glanced over at him, feeling a smile growing on my face, "I talked about Eri and she suggested I learn how to bake for her."

"Yeah, she has a thing for getting close to others," I spoke as I remembered my mom. She's always been like that, kind, friendly and gentle, incredibly out-going too, Akira is just like her, while Ryo and I are more like our dad, the shyness and anxiety is pretty obvious on the three of us, "She definitely wants to visit the dorm just so she could meet everyone in person, " I chuckled thinking of all the times mom had asked me about my classmates, I'm pretty sure she has their names and quirks memorized by now.

"Well, she's allowed to come over whenever she likes," I felt my chest warm at Aizawa's kind words, hearing him say that made me so happy for my mom.

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Back at the dorm, I was immediately tackled by Eri. She had only seen me in the morning before I left, so it made sense that we had missed me.

"Hey, Eri," I crouched to her height and hugged her for as long as she allowed me, "Here, we brought some treats for everyone," I handed her the tupperware with cookies and she looked at it bright eyes.

She smiled at me and rushed back to the couches, "Cookies!" She exclaimed and the class gathered around her as she opened the container. The smell of the cookies must've set them off because they were practically diving in to get some.

"Easy there, we have more," Aizawa spoke as he closed the door behind him, we took off our shoes and put on slippers before walking further inside the dorm. We placed the containers on the coffee table and opened them.

I managed to grab a piece of brownie before the piranhas dove in the treats.

Shoji, ever so thoughtful, brought paper plates for everyone, and I grabbed one to take some to Katsuki before they were completely gone. I grabbed brownies and cookies before heading up the stairs.

I knocked on the door to let him know I was coming in before opening it. He looked up from his position on the bed, he was reading manga, re-reading it to be exact. I smiled and closed the door behind as I watched a grin slowly make it's way on his face.

"What's that?" He moved his head toward the plate on my hand and I sat next to him when he scooted over. He looked at the treats on display and reached to grab a brownie, taking a bit, "Damn, your mom is so good at baking," he spoke with his mouth full, and I had to place my hand under his chin so he wouldn't get crumps on his bed, which I knew he would complain about.

"She made them with Aizawa-sensei, which was... Weird," Katsuki stopped mid-bite and snorted, how he didn't choke on his food I don't know.

"Sensei? He baked these? Nuh uh, I don't believe it," he chuckled and continued eating, I could tell he did believe me but was just laughing at the odds of our stoic teacher baking.

[raevenlyreads]

Spreads for the New Year

Spreads for the new year

Yall know I love me a good time frame spread. It should come as no surprise that at the start of every knew year, I pull a circle spread for myself like my Lunar Cycle and Seasonal spreads. Reading for the entire year is no different. Just decide how zoomed in you want to be. You can pull four cards for each season, twelve to cover each calendar month, or even thirteen to hit each new or full moon. I don’t personally ever pull than that because this is supposed to be an overview, a “one big thing” for that time period (besides if you want to get more granular, the above cycle seasons are right here, just sayin).

Once I’ve got my cards drawn, I spend some time just sitting with them, trying to get a feel for what is “loudest”. Sometimes you know right away (last year’s draw, the upcoming passing of my grandmother was front and center and it was pretty much all I could focus on), sometimes nothing jumps out at me, so I start working on my taking down my notes and it comes to me while I’m writing.

Usually, a calendar circle draw like this will have a couple of major events that are the “big ones” for the year. I like to either flip over the cards nearest to them for more insight, or tuck it back into my deck and do an Above and Below if its the sort of thing a dynamic read like that would be helpful for. Then I make a note to remind myself to do a Lunar or Seasonal reading closer to the event to check in later in the year.

By now yall know I love an Insight spread as much as I love an Advice spread, so I have a couple of those to share today too. I like doing these around a birthday or the start of a new year just to see how I’ve grown, what’s changed, what I still need to work out, and just to get an outside perspective on myself. I spend way too much time in my own head, so an Insight spread helps me get a much needed reality check.

Full Deck Spread: As I’ve talked about before, spreading your whole deck out and spending some time making sense of the mess is a great way to explore facets of yourself. If the whole deck feels daunting (or you have space constraints), try reading a pile of just the Majors. These archetypes can tell you loads about your general mindset, and the Full Deck spread lets you examine their interplay with each other (for example, how physically close in the pile your signifier is to The Empress can speak to a relationship with your mother, or a card partially covered by The Hierophant suggests you still have some religious or upbringing aspects to unpack). Reading a Full Deck spread for the new year can also be helpful for guiding any goals you might want to set for yourself, and give you a better understanding of what aspects of yourself are going to working for and against that goal.

Body/Mind/Spirit: Another big overview spread that’s a little less messy is a Body/Mind/Spirit read. My Silhouettes deck has three bonus cards specifically to represent these aspects, but you can also assign signifiers to stand in and do this read with any deck. Shuffle your deck and do a search like an Above/Below find the card style draw. Once you find your first Body, Mind, or Spirit cards, all cards before it become the “above” deck. Continue until you find the next signifier card and set the cards between the first and second as a deck. Once you’ve finished, you will have five decks: anything above your first B/M/S card, a deck each for the cards below the Body, Mind, and Spirit cards, and whatever is below your final B/M/S card. These decks are seldom even, and in fact, that is an aspect of the read. The amount of cards in the “above” and “below” decks speak to how public v private you are, how conscious v unconscious your awareness of these aspects are, or how much progress you’ve made v how much is still to come. Likewise, how large or small each signifier deck is tells you how much weight you put on Body, Mind, or Spirit, and how far apart or close together each signifier is speaks to their connectedness. Read the cards in each deck however you feel inspired to. For me, if there’s A LOT of cards in one deck, I look for patterns, like “Your Body deck has a lot of wands in it, which says your relationship to your body is very cerebral” or “most of the cards in your Mind deck were reversed, which speaks to a blockage or disordered thinking”. If there are only a few cards, I tend to read them as a spread and interpret them individually. Go with your gut. This whole deck spreads are very versatile.

Finally, some of my favorite insight spreads are a little more on the silly side, but those can be perfect for unwinding from the holiday rush, or getting out as a party game while waiting for the clock to strike midnight. These are my nerdy spreads, so of course they cater to my particular brand of nerdery. It’s pretty easy to adapt some aspect of just about any fandom to fun, easy spreads though: you could draw a card for each attribute on an RPG character chart, lay out a spread in the shape of a logo (like my tri-force spread), or pull qualities from the main characters and do a spread to see how those qualities manifest in yourself (my kingdom hearts spread).

Whatever you chose to do, I want to thank you all for spending this first year with me and making my shop launch a success. It’s been so wonderful getting to know all of you, answering questions and helping you through tough times and hearing your follow up stories of how my readings and write ups have made an impact. Thank you so much for following me and helping me grow as a reader. I look forward to the upcoming year and all the wonderful things in store, known and unknown. Enjoy the last few days of 2024 and I’ll see you all next year.

-R

[wineassassin]

carol returns to the master bedroom with astrid in tow, holding the toddler’s tiny hand in her own to help her balance; in her other hand, she carries a plate with an enormous cinnamon bun decorated with a led birthday candle. the pastry was purposely chosen in lieu of a cupcake, as sebastian would soon discover. she never could resist a good pun.

“happy birthday, honey,” she murmurs upon reaching the bed, a bright smile on her face as she puts the plate down on her husband’s nightstand and lifts astrid into bed before climbing in too. she leans in to kiss him slowly, lovingly, all while humming the melody of "happy birthday to you" against his lips. her smile has gone soft when she pulls back and reaches into her own nightstand drawer to produce a card (more puns: “sip, sip, hurray! happy birthday to my partner in wine”, it says, and is signed with “i love you, xo wife”) and a small gift box, both of which she hands him.

her expression becomes a touch peculiar, mischief sparkling in her eyes, as she takes astrid into her lap and watches sebastian’s reaction. “no spoilers, but it’s something you, we, have been wanting for a while,” she offers cryptically. with their daughter in the toddler age and them comfortably settled into their new lives at the vineyard, they had decided it was time to try for baby number two. when a recent test came back positive, she figured wrapping it for sebastian’s birthday was the perfect way to announce the bun in the oven. “this is just your first present for the day, by the way. i’ve got a couple more surprises for later.”

sebastian is thrilled to see carol and astrid wander into the bedroom with a glowing cinnamon bun, and hastily sits up in bed to greet the pair with wide eyes and a big smile. "what's this!" he crows, delighted, welcoming astrid into his arms and ruffling her hair. after peppering her head with kisses, he grins into a peck from carol and beams at her, his gaze conveying boatloads of gratitude. "this is so sweet of you. both of you. thank you so much, love." he gets astrid settled on his lap before opening the card, then takes to the given gift box and allows astrid to help open the top. "there you go... yeah, toss that over there." he laughs as the toddler inelegantly chucks the top of the box across the bed. "perfect form. ten out of ten." he's laughing as he peers inside, and suddenly his whole face changes and contorts in pure shock. a glance at carol. a glance at the box. back again. then again. he repeats this shocked stare for a good minute before a smile explodes across his face and he nearly leaps out of the bed. "are you serious?" he laughs, overjoyed. careful to set astrid down beside him (and set the pastry aside for safe keeping) he gently tugs carol down into bed with them and covers her face in overjoyed kisses. "best birthday ever! you're serious! oh my god!!" astrid giggles, and sebastian kisses her face before kissing carol's cheek. "this is the greatest! carol! i'm... oh my god, i think my smile might just burn off my face, it's so big, i'm..." maybe his eyes water a little. he wipes them. "thank you for this. god, carol, i love you. i love all of us. what a perfect family we've got."

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Our Hearts Collide - Chapter 39 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Simon

Vince walked over with two plates of food, handing one to me.

"Wasn't sure what you'd prefer, so I grabbed a bit of both."

I took the plate from him before he could accidentally spill it.

"Thank you."

"What was Aspen saying?"

"Nothing much," I said.

"Just that he likes you."

Vince choked on a forkful of pasta.

"Sorry, what? I highly doubt that."

"You'd be surprised."

"Oh, I think I've been completely surprised-out. Is that even a saying? It's just been surprise after surprise and I'm just so...."

"Happy?" I prompted.

He smiled.

"Happy."

"Good."

I rested my head against his shoulder.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Xavier made a fake cough from beside him.

"Sorry, is that the first time you've said those words? Only took you fifty million years."

Vince groaned.

"Oh, shush. You shouldn't be talking, it took you how long with Sam?"

Xavier faked a gasp.

"Way to be supportive of your little brother. After all that hard work prepping this party and everything. I'm hurt."

"Dramatic ass," Vince muttered under his breath before covering it with a cough as he saw Jonah and Lilah walking toward us.

"Uncle Vince?" Lilah said.

"Uncle Sam says it's time to open presents."

"Presents?"

Vince looked between us, then back up at Xavier and the others.

"There's more?"

"Yes, birthday boy," Xavier said.

"You thought this party was over?"

"You can't forget the presents," Lilah giggled.

Jonah revealed a blue gift bag from behind his back.

"Go on," Sam said and with a quick look at Sam's encouraging smile, Jonah crossed the short distance to hand it to Vince.

"Thank you, Jonah," Vince said as he pulled a blue shirt from the bag.

Upon unfolding it, he clutched his chest, quickly turning it around so I could see it.

It read 'Best Uncle' and it appeared that the two had added little paw prints, I'm guessing Xavier had them do that in their wolf forms.

Vince's eyes glassed over, overwhelmed by the touching gift.

Xavier whispered...

"Don't worry, we're getting you one too. I realized a bit late that it was a bit biased, but I'll think of something."

"It's adorable," I reassured.

And as the other presents were opened, I couldn't help but enjoy watching Vince's reactions to each one.

And every time he opened a bag or box, he'd show it off to me like a proud child showing their artwork.

Even when the gifts were comical, Vince took them in stride, thanking everyone who brought him a gift, clearly not expecting even the smallest gifts.

Though it saddened me to think that he had never celebrated his birthday like this before, I knew that no matter how childish it seemed, I'd make every following one just as memorable as this, even if he found it silly.

By the time Vince got to my gift, the one he had saved for last, everyone mostly resigned to dessert, eating the birthday cake and digging into the gallons of ice cream Xavier had bought.

He reached for the card but I urged him to open the box first.

He obliged and opened it, confused at the booklet in hand before he flipped it open.

His eyes trailed over the words for a moment before turning to me.

"My mother's recipes," he muttered.

"You made this?"

I nodded, resting my hand on his lap.

"You said they were hard to read once, so I typed it up. Photos of the original are in the back. I know you and Xavier have a hard time in the kitchen but I thought maybe one day...."

Vince shook his head and before I could ask if he was alright or maybe I had overstepped, he leaned over to rest his head on my shoulder.

"I love it."

I breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed his leg.

"It might be nice to learn some of them with Xavier."

"These are some of the last things I have of her," he mumbled, his fingers tracing over the words.

"I can't believe it."

"Of course, I'll be there to supervise," I mused.

"But they should be Vince and Xavier-proof."

"Thank you," he said.

"The letter?"

"Go ahead."

He sat back up and opened the envelope.

Taking his time to pull the note out and unfold it, I waited patiently for him to read it.

By the time he finished it, Vince couldn't have set the letter and gift down faster, turning to me with supernatural speed to wrap me up in his embrace.

His hands rested along my back before finding my cheeks, marrying our lips together in a passionate kiss.

From across the room, I could hear Rowan's distinct ...

"Mwah," eliciting a chorus of laughter from those around us.

"I love you," Vince muttered against my lips, and over and over again.

"I have one last present," I told him, pulling his hand into mine as we walked down the steps of Xavier's place.

I told Xavier we'd leave the presents there, which Vince was confused about but he'd understand soon enough.

"Another?"

I nodded, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek.

"But you have to wait a little bit longer."

He shook his head.

"I don't see how this day could've got any better but you always have a knack for surprising me."

"Well, I think you'll really love this one."

I grinned at his curious expression, watching as a million thoughts passed him by.

"But you'll have to wait till we're back home."

He blinked.

"When did you have time between helping Xavier to set up something back there?"

His thought process amused me.

"There's nothing to set up."

"Then..." his face contorted, obviously at a loss but I couldn't help when he became oblivious to things, just another cute quirk.

"You'll see," I reassured.

"You trust me."

"I do."

His features relaxed a little.

"Always."

'Always.'

Ah, I suppose it would be cruel to keep him in the dark.

"Fine, I'll tell you," I gave in, his word warming my chest.

It didn't help that both our wolves were practically mewling all night, and mine, in particular, had been begging for this moment since the morning I revealed my plans.

And while I couldn't wait either, it was only fair I ease Vince's worries and curiosity before they turned into outlandish ideas based on his fears.

"I don't mind a surprise..."

I shook my head, biting my bottom lip as I sorted through ways to bring it up to him.

There was no guarantee that he wouldn't faint or completely go into shock but if I played my cards right, a little subtle push would garner the right reaction out of him, one that wouldn't give him a complete scare.

So, beside him, I squeezed his hand and looked at him in the dimly lit path that led to the pack house.

I took a deep breath.

"I was thinking..." I stepped just a hair apart so he could see my left hand settle on the crook of my neck.

"That I'd love to bear your mark."

Once the words left my mouth, Vince halted in his tracks with a sharp inhale.

Smiling cheekily, I stood in front of him to watch his expression.

His eyes softened as a million questions appeared in his head.

He gulped before squeezing my hand.

"You're being serious."

I nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything, Vince but, if you aren't, then..."

"I am..."

He pursed his lips shut before sputtering a breath laugh.

"I am or I think I am. What I'm trying to say is...."

"Yes?"

He nodded.

"Yes. I would love that."

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to my chest.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he returned.

His lips met mine and I could feel that this would be the best night of my life.

"Shall we?"

He held up his hand to take mine and without hesitation, I took it. 

[theboysfromaustin]

The first year Gav can drink during a Sixth Street Halloween

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October 31, 2010

Ian could tell Kazuo was getting pissed, because he could see his face getting flushed, even under all the makeup.  On his other side was Gav, who was getting progressively feistier the more he drank.  "Ruh ROH, Raggy! Re rotta unrask rhis rombie!" The college age guy dressed as Scooby-Doo - the Scooby-Douche - kept coming back because he was getting a reaction out of Kazuo.  He pawed at the black-haired man's face, and Kazuo shoved him away, "Lay off!" Nobody touched his face but his loved ones.  "Leave him alone," Ian's voice was sterner than the last two times, "He's made it quite clear he'd like you to fuck off." "Like, zoinks, old guy, what are you, his wife?" The Shaggy accompanying the Scooby got in his face.  "Yes," Ian replied, keeping eye contact.

The Scooby got in Kazuo's face again, at which point he pulled off the fake arm that Gav had tied to him, "You're a dog, be a good boy and FETCH!" And he chucked it - in all its very realistic fake flesh wound and bloody skin-covered glory - across the bar.  

The reaction was immediate.

It was a woman dressed as a nun who was the first to scream   this was followed by dozens of others as people scrambled to get away from it.  The Scooby and Shaggy were staring at Kazuo, who was now sipping his cocktail, "What's the matter, mutt?  You want me to throw my leg, too?" "Y...y…." Ian was trying and failing not to laugh, and it was at that point Gav fell off his barstool.

"Hey!"

The bartender had finally gotten shit under control and now spun Kazuo's chair around.  "Hey, what's up?" "You can't cause a panic like that!" "Can and did." "Give someone a heart attack doing that…" "They started it.  Hey, Ian?" "Yeah?" "You know…." "Ah!" He pulled Gav back up into his seat, where the redhead slumped onto the bar, cackling, "GOD DAMN, KAZ!  THEIR FACES…" Ian patted him on the head and turned his attention back on the bartender.

"I'm an attorney, my client was being harassed."

"So?" Ian frowned, that USUALLY got them out of whatever scrape they'd gotten into. "You can't cause a scene like that.  You three gotta leave." Kazuo hopped off his seat, went to pick his fake arm up, and saluted the bartender with it.  Ian collected Gav, and all three walked out, everyone in the bar watching them do their walk of shame.  Kazuo was first the speak,

"That couldn't have gone better."

"At least least you didn't punch that puke," Ian steadied Gav, who lurched and brought up the kielbasa they'd eaten earlier.  Ian looked away, while Kazuo, seasoned as a former bartender, was unfazed.  "Spicy barf…" "Ooookay, big man.  Um…" Ian bit his lip, "We need to clean his mouth.  Jim Jim's is closed…"

Kazuo pointed through the throngs of people with his fake arm, "Tourist trap.  Water and a Gatorade for that drunk motherfucker."  Ian hoisted Gav into his arms, "We need to quit letting this critter drink.  He's too little." "I'm with ya," Kazuo leaned on him, "Maybe we should bounce, just go right for juice and food.  Star Seeds?" "You're clever.  Glad he got the barfing out of him.  Easier to get a cab."  Ian stepped to the curb, hailing a Yellow Cab, bundling Gav in, Kazuo following.

"Star Seeds, northbound I-35," Kazuo used the fake arm to hand over his card.  "Thank you, love." "You know, I'm disappointed Anders can't come 'til next year." "Oh, I'm not." Gav groaned, leaning on Ian.  "Well, he might remember this better than his birthday." "We need to stop making his drinking experiences so weird."

"Yeah, that ain't gonna happen."

[waitimcomingtoo]

Innocent Until Proven Guilty

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: when the Avengers notice signs of Peter having a girlfriend, they suspect he’s not as innocent as he seems

Masterlist

“Hey Pete the treat.” Tony greeted Peter as he passed him in the hallway. “Have you seen my screwdriver with the orange handle?”

“Oh, yeah.” Peter remembered. “I used it to fix my web shooters. It’s on my desk in my room.”

“Mind if I grab it?”

“Would you listen if I said no?” Peter asked, assuming he knew the answer?

“Nope.” Tony smiled at how well Peter knew him. “I’ll go get it.”

Tony waltzed into Peters room and went straight to his desk, rummaging through the papers and sketches he had strewn about.

“Now where are you hiding?” Tony drummed his fingers on his chin as he looked around Peters desk. He opened the top drawer and found nothing, so he opened the next drawer and began to rummage around. After moving a notebook to the side, Tony found an unopened box of condoms among Peters things.

“Hm.” Tony furrowed his eyebrows at the surprising find. “Well it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

He put it down and continued searching through the draw before the box caught his eye again.

“Value pack?” Tony read off the box. “Jesus.”

He shut the drawer and found the screwdriver in the next drawer, mindlessly tucking it into his pocket. As he left Peters room, the box stayed in his mind. He walked into the living room and found the rest of the Avengers chatting.

“What do you guys think about Peter?” Tony wondered as he toyed with the screwdriver.

“I don’t think about Peter.” Sam deadpanned.

“He seems lonely, no?” Tony shrugged. “He could use a companion of the female variety.”

“We should set him up.” Steve suggested. “He could use someone.”

“I don’t know.” Nat scrunched her nose. “He seems too young to be dating.”

“He’s in college now. It’s about time he gets a girlfriend.” Tony decided. “I had dozens by the time I was his age.”

“Are we even sure he likes girls?” Rhodey asked.

“He complimented my hair color once.” Nat shrugged.

“There we go.” Tony nodded, getting excited now.

“What are you guys talking about?” Bucky asked quietly as he entered the room.

“We want to set Peter up on a date.” Steve told him.

“Parker? I’m pretty sure he has a girlfriend.” Bucky said, making everyone look at him.

“What?” Tony asked. “No way.”

“Yeah. My room is next to his.” He shrugged. “He’s on the phone all night almost every night.”

“What?” Nat laughed in surprise. “With who?”

“Someone named Y/n I’m pretty sure.” Bucky went on. “I hear her name a lot.”

“Y/n.” Tony rolled it around his mind. “Interesting. I have to know more.”

“I think if Peter wanted us to know more, he’d tell us.” Nat clicked her tongue.

“And I think I don’t care.” Tony retorted. “I’m gonna find out more.”

That night, Tony sat in the dark as he waited for Peter to come home. He heard the elevator coming up and shivered with excitement at the incoming confrontation.

“Hey, Parker.” Tony dramatically turned on the light once Peter walked in the room, making Peter jump.

“Hi Mr. Stark.” Peter stammered as he took off his coat.

“Are you just getting back?” Tony asked coyly.

“Yeah, I was out with my…friend.” Peter shifted his eyes at the mention of you.

“Oh really?” Tony feigned a gasp. “What’s his name?”

“Her name is Y/n.” Peter said casually. “I was with her.”

“So I see.” Tony nodded. “Is she from school?”

“Yeah. She’s in my organic chemistry class.”

“So one might say you two have…chemistry?” Tony shrugged as he walked closer to Peter.

“Anyone with our schedules would say that.” Peter laughed nervously.

“Whats she like?” Tony persisted. “Is she pretty?”

“She’s great.” Peter smiled. “She can talk circles around me about just about anything. I don’t even know why we’re in the same class. She’s so much smarter than everyone in the room, even the professor. She’s just...she’s great.”

“So I hear.” Tony smirked. Peter completely avoided the “pretty” question, and that told Tony everything he needed to know.

“Hear?” Peter asked curiously. “What did you hear?”

“Thin walls, buddy.” Tony knocked on the wall. “Bucky told us all about your late night phone calls with your lady friend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Peters face heated up. “I’ll be quieter.”

“You don’t have to be quieter.” Tony told him. “Bucky doesn’t deserve a peaceful nights sleep.”

“Why do you say that?” Peter asked.

“Because he murdered my parents. Night!” Tony threw up a peace sign before leaving the room. Peters jaw dropped a little before shutting. He quickly pulled out his phone and clicked on your contact.

“I think Mr. Stark is onto us” He texted you.

“Good. He can pay for our wedding 👀” You wrote, making him smile. He put his phone away and went to bed himself.

~

A few weeks later, Tony needed the screwdriver again and had an idea of where he could find it.

“Hey Pete. Did you use the screwdriver again?” Tony asked when he found Peter in the hallway.

“Yeah. It should be in the same place.” Peter informed him.

“Thanks.” Tony nodded and went into Peters room. He went to the desk, expecting to find the screwdriver in the same drawer it was in last time. When he didn’t find it there, he opened the drawer above it. Right on top of a pile of notebooks was the box from last time.

“I shouldn’t.” Tony sighed and chewed his lip. “But I’m feeling snoopy.”

Tony picked up the box and to his surprise, it was significantly lighter. Tony opened it up and peered inside, only to see it was nearly empty.

“Who did this to you?” Tony gasped. “Who took your goodies?”

Elsewhere in the tower, Peter was heading back to his room when he crashed into Natasha.

“Oh, sorry.” Peter apologized as he caught her before he could knock her over.

“It’s fine.” Natasha assured him, sniffing the air a little. “Why do you smell so good?”

“Hygiene is very important to me.” Peter straightened his shoulders to solidify his lie.

“Yeah, but,” she sniffed him again, “you smell fruity.”

“I’m a fruity boy.” Peter stated, regretting it immediately.

“Oh.” Natasha backed away a little, giving him a strange look.

“Not that kind of fruity.” Peter stammered. “I have to go.”

Just as Peter scurried away, Sam walked into the hallway.

“Am I crazy or did Peter smell like perfume?” Natasha pointed behind him.

“I don’t care.” Sam mumbled as he walked by.

“Romanoff.” Tony rounded the corner after leaving Peters room. “I think the Manchurian Candidiate was right. I think Peter has a girlfriend.”

“I think so too.” Natasha nodded. “He smelled like perfume just now.”

As Tony and Natasha exchanged evidence, Sam passed by Peters room just as he was going inside.

“Hey Sam.” Peter greeted before he shut his door.

“Don’t talk to me, Parker.” Sam mumbled without looking up.

“Sorry.” Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes, making Sam briefly look up.

“What’s that?” Sam narrowed his eyes when he spotted something peeking out over Peters collar.

“Whats what?” Peter asked as he pulled away.

“On your neck.” Sam caught his collar and pulled it down. “Is that a hickey?”

“No.” Peter said quickly as he covered his neck with his hand. “I burnt my neck with my curling iron.”

“Oh, okay.” Sam was satisfied with the answer. “Wait, what?”

“Bye Sam!” Peter stammered as he quickly shut the door.

~

Tony’s plans to interrogate Peter about his love life the following day were halted when he found Peters room empty. A quick check in with Friday showed Peter leaving earlier that morning with a few presents in hand. Tony sighed and went on with day, anxiously waiting for Peter to come home to get more information.

“Another late night.” Tony announced his presence as he flicked on the light. It wasn’t until after midnight that Peter had come back, so Tony waited him out in the living room.

“Oh, hi Mr. Stark.” Peter waved awkwardly, not having expected anyone to be there.

“Were you with Y/n again?” Tony asked casually.

“Yeah.” Peter smiled shyly as he shed his jacket. “It’s her birthday so I spent the day with her.”

“How come I never see her here?” Tony proceeded with caution, not wanting to overstep.

“She lives kinda far.” Peter shrugged. “That’s why we talk on the phone so much. I don’t want her driving all the way out here and she doesn’t want me swinging at night.”

“She knows?” Tony raised an eyebrow, not realizing they were at that level yet.

“Yes. But I only told her because I trust her.” Peter quickly assured him. “She won’t tell anyone. She promised me.”

“Oh, I’m not mad.” Tony smirked. “Trust is good. Especially in relationships, so I hear.”

“Yeah.” Peter smiled at the thought of you. “It’s good. We’re really good.”

“Have you told her you loved her yet?” Tony jumped to the point, taking Peter by surprise. “Because that smile on your face says you do.”

“I have.” Peter admitted as his face flushed. “And she told me she loves me too.”

“Aw.” Tony couldn’t help but smile at his protégé being in love. He was so moved that he took out one of his business cards and scribbled something on the back of it.

“Here.” He handed it to Peter. “Don’t abuse it.”

“Whats this?” Peter curiously looked at the number Tony had written in the card.

“It’s the number for my personal driver. One of them.” He corrected himself. “I always forget who I employ so I have about 18. This one makes unforgettable coffee cake, though.”

“Thanks Mr. Stark.” Peter smiled in appreciation. “But why are you giving this to me?”

“So you and Y/n can see each other.” Tony said simply. “And so more people can experience this coffee cake.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate this.” Peter said softly, knowing Tony wasn’t much for displays of affection.

“Don’t mention it.” Tony brushed it off. “Really, don’t. I don’t have enough personal drivers for everyone. I mean, I probably do, but I’m not known to share.”

“I won’t tell.” Peter nodded. “Goodnight, Mr. Stark.”

Tony have Peter a fond smile before nodding as well.

“Night kid.”

~

“Mails here.” Tony announced the following morning as the team sat around the kitchen table.

“Thanks for bringing it in.” Steve reached for an envelope addressed to him. “Who delivered it today? Was it Michelle or Rodney?”

“Michelle.” Tony concurred.

“Oh, nice.” Steve smiled. “I like her. She’s always friendly to me.”

“Yeah. Nice girl. Nice name too.” Tony put the plan into action. “That was the name of the first girl I ever kissed.”

“I remember my first kiss.” Steve recalled. “It was at a school dance when I was in high school. I bought her a milkshake after and she never spoke to me again.”

“What about you, Peter?” Natasha asked causally. “Have you had your first kiss?”

“Um, yeah.” Peter chuckled like it was obvious.

“With who?” Steve asked curiously, and the rest of the team leaned in to hear the answer.

“Um, my girlfriend.” Peter flushed a deep red as he avoided eye contact with the group. Everyone collectively let out a gasp at the news, making Peter flush even deeper. He looked up to a table full of dropped jaws and wide eyes and felt his ears turn red.

“Isn’t it neat?” Tony tried to take the attention off Peter. “The innocence of young love.”

“Yeah. Innocence.” Sam narrowed his eyes at Peter as the hickey on his neck suddenly made sense.

“When can we meet her?” Nat asked, and everyone nodded softly. Peter looked around in surprise, not having expected everyone to care as much as they did.

“You want to meet her?” He asked with a small smile.

“Of course.” Tony shrugged. “You’re on our team and if she’s your girlfriend-“

“She’s on our team too.” Sam concluded with a gentle nod. Everyone nodded in agreement, making Peters heart swell in appreciation.

“She was gonna come over so I could swing her around the city.” Peter told them. “I could ask her to come up and say hello.”

“I think you should.” Natasha encouraged. Peters lips twitched into a smile as he pulled out his phone to tell you to come up. Within a few minutes, you were coming up the elevator and Peters heart was pounding in his chest. He met you at the elevator and escorted you to the rest of the Avengers, his hand holding yours.

“Hi.” You smiled shyly as you met the team. “It’s nice to meet all of you. I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you too.” Steve said politely. “I’m-“

“Steve, right?” You smiled a little. “Um, Peter talks about you guys all the time. You’re also a little famous.” You chuckled, and everyone laughed as well, breaking the ice.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” Steve smiled back at you. “So you’re the girlfriend? I can’t say Peter has told us that much about you.”

Peter looked at you anxiously, hoping you wouldn’t take that the wrong way.

“It’s okay.” You laughed and rubbed his shoulder. “We agreed to keep it on the down low. Plus, I doubt there’s anything about me that could impress the Avengers.”

“That’s not true.” Peter cut in as he twirled your hair around his finger. “You’re very impressive.”

“Tell us more.” Nat smiled as she leaned on her hand. Everyone watched you and Peters display of affection with childlike wonder, a collective peace settling in the room as they watched the baby of the team experience happiness.

“Y/n volunteers as a candy striper at the children’s hospital a few blocks from here. When she’s not with me, she’s there.” Peter bragged about you. “And she’s a lifeguard in the summers, CPR certified, valedictorian of her class, organ donor-“

“These are not impressive things.” You laughed as you cut him off.

“Yes they are.” Peter insisted. “She can make the worlds best brownies, her ponytails are always perfect on the first try, she can parallel park, she-“

“She sounds amazing.” Tony cut him off as he smiled at you. “And we’re very happy to finally meet her.”

“I just can’t believe the guy who watches Dance Moms in the living room with no shame actually has a girlfriend.” Sam snorted. “And a normal one too.”

“Why is it so surprising?” You wondered as you leaned on Peter arm.

“Because he’s so innocent.” Sam shrugged. “I doubted he ever even held a girls hand.”

“Wait, you thought Peter was innocent?” You laughed abruptly. “He literally webbed me to the headboard last night and-“

“Ah ah ah.” Peter quickly cut you off. “Some things are better left unsaid.”

“I think she should say them.” Bucky chuckled as he sipped his coffee.

“One time, he used his-“

“Well, Y/n and I really need to get going.” Peter cut you off and quickly ushered you to the door. “We won’t be out late.”

“It was nice meeting you all.” You called as Peter pulled you out the door.

“Nice meeting you too.” Tony yelled back. He and the team exchanged knowing looks, a collective happiness for Peter settling among them.

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Sakusa’s Best Gift

: fluff, domestic, dad!sakusa, dad!sakusa

a/n: happy birthday to my mans!! 🥳❤️

Sakusa sighs heavily as he slings the bag over his shoulder. He glances at his watch and frowns. It’s 30 minutes after 10PM. He only has an hour and a half left to celebrate his birthday. If it wasn’t for the damn training that took over his whole day, he would have spent his day with you and your daughter.

Sakusa never even liked celebrating, but your daughter was so excited about his birthday. She rambled all night about how she would make it the happiest birthday of his life. She even planned a surprise for him, which he knows all about, because the child wasn’t particularly good at whispering and keeping secrets.

Sakusa knows about the cake your daughter iced herself. He knows about the dried peaches that she made for him. He knows about the card she wrote for him. But her plans are all ruined because of a training he could have skipped, but he didn’t want to. He regrets making that choice.

After a quick drive to your house, Sakusa checks the time before getting out of his car. A little over 11PM. It’s still his birthday. He silently wishes that you are still awake so at least he can spend the remaining time of his day with you. He enters the house and sees how dark the hallway is, the only light provided is the one from the kitchen.

“They must be asleep...” Sakusa frowns. He stalks to your room and finds your sleeping figure tucked under the bed. He drops his bag on the floor quietly before sitting on the foam. He pulls his mask down and plants a kiss on your forehead, mouthing a soft ‘I love you.’

The athlete changes into his pajamas and just when he’s about to join you in bed, the door opens.

“Papa?” A small voice speaks and the door opens wider. Sakusa smiles at sight. His little girl in a black Jackal pajama set, that was specially made for her given by the team. Her small hand rubs on her eye, the other clutching on her her fuzzy blanket.

Sakusa walks over to her and tries to pick her up, but she avoids his hold and gets out of the room. He follows after her small figure. “Hey, baby. Why are you still awake?”

She goes to the kitchen and pulls the fridge handle with all her might, the blanket pooling on her ankles. Sakusa watches her in confusion and amusement. The refrigerator door finally opens and she points at a box. She looks up to him with dog eyes. “Papa, help...”

“Oh, sorry,” Sakusa chuckles. He was so amused of her actions he forgot to help her. He takes the box from her and places it on the dining table. “What’s this?”

“Don’t open it yet!” Your daughter scolds. She runs out of the kitchen and ventures back to her room. Not long after, the small girl comes back quickly with a big box in her arms. She checks on the digital wall clock and sighs in relief.

“What’s that?” Sakusa asks her and she climbs on the dining chair, the box she was bringing now on the table.

“Happy birthday, papa!” She cheers, taking the lid off the first box. There’s a cake inside covered by pink icing and topped by sliced peaches, a lot of sprinkles too. “I love you!”

Sakusa hugs her tightly, lowering his body to kiss her cheek. “Thank you, baby. I love you too.”

“I waited for you to come home!” She proudly tells him, hugging him back. “I made you a gift! Open it! Open it!” He opens the gift as she says. It’s a scrapbook with a bracelet that he can tell she made herself from the mismatched beads. There’s also a bottle of alcohol that is designed with car and rainbow stickers. A

“I like it. Thank you.” He smiles at her, and she returns the favor, flashing her small pearly teeth at Sakusa. “Let’s go to sleep. It’s late.”

“No! No! It’s still your birthday. We have to celebrate it until that clock turns 1 and 2!” His daughter argues, pointing at the clock.

“We can celebrate it tomorrow.” He picks her up from the chair despite her whines, but she eventually gives in to her sleepiness. As the father and daughter reach your shared bedroom, she’s already fast asleep, too fast for someone who was jumping like a bunny a few seconds ago.

“Omi?” You sit up from the bed, hand slowly rubbing on your eye. Sakusa can not help but smile. You and your daughter act way too much similarly. No wonder why he loves her the way he loves you.

Sakusa lays your daughter in the middle of the bed before slowly pushing your should back down to the bed. “Go back sleep.”

“But your birthd-”

“Shh... no wonder why our daughter is so excited about my birthday. We can celebrate it tomorrow.” He pecks you on your lips and you nod, wrapping your arms around your child before closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep.

After making sure that the two of you are asleep, Sakusa gets out of the room to put back the boxes on the table back to its proper places. He puts the cake box back into the fridge first, after snapping a photo of course. He would never forget to take a picture of his daughter’s masterpiece.

Out of curiosity, Sakusa picks up the scrapbook and flips through it. It’s just pictures of him when he was a child up to now. He takes a mental note to call his mother, because other than her who else would give you access to such embarrassing pictures? He stops on a page, seeing his baby picture with his parents, and a small note you wrote at the side.

Don’t forget to thank your parents for giving life to you. Because I surely am thankful to them for giving birth to you. ❤️

Sakusa lets out a snicker. “So cheesy.” He smiles at your note nonetheless. On the next page was him as a baby and your daughter months after her birth. The resemblance is uncanny. She surely is her daughter. He laughs at your written note at the side.

I carry her for nine months and go through so much pain to push her out, but she still ended up looking like you! That’s so unfair! But it’s okay as well. At least I get to see a little you everyday.

He stops on a page with a picture of only the two of you back in high school. Sakusa is sure that the picture was taken during his 18th birthday. In the photo, he was holding on to a cake you baked, while you were hugging him by the waist. He never understood what was so happy about birthdays until that day. He doesn’t forget to read the note.

Your first birthday that we spent together. Komori and I had a hard time planning it because you didn’t want to celebrate it, but we know you had a great time that day. And we did it for the first time that day 😳

Sakusa chokes at his own saliva after reading the last sentence. He clears his throat and continues to skim through the book. At the very last page is a picture of the three of you together. It’s a simple picture but it’s Sakusa’s favorite. The three of you were in bed, your daughter’s arms wrapped around his neck, while you are seated between his legs. One of his hands was on your growing belly, and the other is on the back of your daughter’s back. The note on the side undoubtedly makes his heart swell in happiness and his lips curl into a big smile.

Thank you for being born in this world.

And below your handwriting is your daughter’s.

We love you so much.

Before the clock strikes 12, he opens his phone and posts a picture of you and your daughter in his Instagram, his first ever post in his account. He’s a private person, but everyone deserves to see the two of you— the best gift ever given to him.

[missymurphy1985]

The Revenge

Cillian and y/n had been together for 5 years, only these last few months he'd become seriously complacent and distant. Time for a wake up call.

Warnings - smut. This was a request from @being-worthy , I hope you like it!!

7pm. 7:15pm. 7:30pm. You kept glancing at your watch, the waiter bringing you another glass of wine as you sat, positively seething at the table. The third date night in a row he'd missed, and this was made you especially mad. Your anniversary meal. 5 years to the day since he asked you to be with him, properly be with him, after 2 months of being fuck buddies on the set of Peaky Blinders. You'd bagged the job of being his umbrella girl, so spent most of your time with him, and one thing had led to another after he'd invited you in for a game of cards and a bottle of Jameson's. Strip poker became your new favourite game.

You downed the wine, paid the bill and called a taxi back to your shared apartment. Walking in, he was nowhere to be found. Locking the door, seeing his keys still on the table in the hallway, you turned your phone off and went to bed.

"Sleep on the fucking porch, dickhead."

Waking up the following morning and turning on you phone to 17 missed calls and 7 voicemails, she smiled. Deleting all of them, she slipped one of his shirts on, and made her way downstairs to hear the front door being pounded. Smiling, you opened it to see Cillian stood there with a look of pure rage.

"Morning baby, have a good evening?" You opened it allowing him to enter.

"Where the fuck were you?? I've just spent the night sleeping in the fucking car y/n, why was your phone turned off?" He barged his way in, pushing past you to get to the toilet, his bladder screaming from inside him.

"Sleeping. Battery must have died. Shouldn't have left your house keys, should you?"

"Fucks sake... I'm going to bed." He stalked upstairs, not looking at you and went to bed. Now, you were really angry.

When he came back down a couple of hours later, he was still mad at you. Wouldn't say two words to you as you sat in the living room watching TV, coffee in hand. Into the kitchen he sulked, slamming cupboard doors to make his frustration clear to you. You just smiled.

You were showered now, but still wearing his shirt, buttons done low, exposing your cleavage, with no underwater underneath. You were determined now, plan in action, he was going to suffer for this. Walking into the kitchen, you opened the fridge to get some orange juice, bending completely Dr the waist, exposing your bare backside under the shirt. You felt his eyes on you, watching you, and inwardly grinned, though he couldn't see as your hips swayed slightly as you bent further to grab the juice at the bottom of the fridge. Standing back up, you turned to face him, shirt hanging off your shoulder now exposing almost down to your bare nipple, you straightened your body to drink from the carton, then bent again to place it back in the fridge. His eyes didn't leave your body once as he sat at the breakfast bar with a slice of toast.

"You mad at me, y/n?"

"Hmm? Why would I be made at you, now Cillian?" You smiled sweetly, noticing a small drop of juice on your finger, you licked it as seductively as possible, winked and left the room. Now he was confused... And hard. You smiled, knowing exactly what effect you'd had on him and went upstairs to get ready.

"I'm meeting Orla for lunch, I'll be back by 4." You called from the stairs.

"Tell my sister I said hello, yeah?"

"Maybe." You went upstairs to get dressed, within 20minutes you were out the door.

The following morning, you woke to find Cillian in his office downstairs on his laptop. You'd avoided him most of the previous evening, making him sleep in the guest bedroom. Sure to keep him out of the bedroom you shared, you'd locked your door.

Perking your nipples slightly to harden them, you stood at his office door.

"Hey... Um..." He glanced at you at the door and had to swallow a gasp. You winked at him, before making your way back upstairs. You heard him growl slightly, close his laptop and follow you. Sadly for him, you made your way into the bathroom, and locked the door. Bath time.

Sinking your body under the water, you could hear Cillian moving around upstairs, just outside the bathroom door.

"Y/n will you tell me what it is I'm supposed to have done wrong?" He paused outside the door knocking lightly.

"Mmm.... God this bath feels nice... Warm water on my skin... Fuck I needed this..." You moaned as seductively as possible, keeping your voice just loud enough so he could hear you.

"Y/n open the door... I can make that bath even better..." His voice deepened. This was working like a dream.

"Mm.... Don't you have another appointment with your agent Cillian?" He knew he was in trouble. You never called him by his full name, it was 'Cill', 'babe', but only Cillian when he'd pissed you off. Which he'd clearly done, but had no clue as to how.

Over the course of the following fortnight, you'd kept Cillian at bay, he was still sleeping in the guest room, your bedroom door remained locked overnight (he'd tried, you'd heard him, it was fucking hysterical) while you continued to seduce and tease him mercilessly. Orla had called to say he'd even tried calling her to find out what he'd done, but good as gold, she told him she had no idea what he was talking about.

Cillian had had enough at this point. He'd even tried getting himself off at night but he couldn't do it - his hands just weren't as good as yours, it wasn't the same. He genuinely thought his balls were going to explode, the tension inside him was driving him insane. He called his sister Orla again when you went out to do the food shop, desperate this time.

"Orla I need your help please, I'm your brother... Please? Surely she's told you what it is I'm supposed to have done wrong? All I did was go out with Adam for one night and she's barely spoken to me and hasn't TOUCHED me since!"

"Woah now, that's waaaay to much info for your sister to be hearing now!" She laughed at the other end of the phone, rolling her eyes. Y/n had done very well to keep this up for two whole weeks.. maybe it was time for some sisterly advice for her older brother.

"Cillian when did you go out? What date?"

"Few days after my birthday, so the 30th May I think, why?"

"No, it wasn't the 30th. Think again. Check your dates." He put his phone on loudspeaker and checked his calendar. Then it dawned on him. Oh fuck... Oh shit... Shit shit shit!!

"The 27th.. oh fuck Orla it was the 27th.. and I'm looking at the fucking calender entry for our date night saved as a fucking DRAFT!! I didn't set it properly... Oh fuck Orla I'm a dead man, how's she not killed me?"

"I think in a way she has Cillian!! You've got some serious making up to do - not like the first time it's happened now is it?" He groaned... This would be the hat trick. Three date nights missed because he couldn't work the fucking calendar app on his new phone properly.. but that excuse wasn't going to wash now, he'd had plenty of opportunity to sort his sorry ass out. And to miss their anniversary dinner? No. He'd make this right. He thanked his sister, ended the call and opened a different app on his phone. Operation Clemency was in motion.

****************************************

You left your friends house on Friday afternoon to see Cillian's car parked outside. You could see bags on the back seat, him standing by the open passenger side door waiting for you.

"What are you doing Cillian?"

"Surprising my girlfriend. Listen y/n, I've been a fucking idiot okay? Missing our anniversary date, after missing two before that.. neglecting you, neglecting US... Let me make it up to you, yeah?" You couldn't help but smile, nodding your head you took his hand as he led you into the passenger seat, closing the door behind you.

All the way there you stole glances at one another, Cillian refusing to tell you exactly where you were going. You couldn't help the feeling of excitement - never in 5 years had he done anything like this, you'd have to make a habit of punishing him if this was the outcome..

Pulling up outside a large manor house an hour later, you gasped in shock.

"Shit.. Cill this is beautiful!"

"It's ours." You nearly had whiplash from the sudden head turn in his direction. "I bought it last month, I was waiting until your birthday next week to surprise you, but now seemed like a much better option. Welcome to our new holiday home baby." You couldn't help the tears forming in your eyes.

"Oh my god... But how? When? I don't understand!"

"All those appointments with my agent? Didn't you wonder why I wasn't getting any work from it all? I was at the bank sorting the mortgage for this place! Picked the keys up yesterday, it's fully furnished and ready for us. I figured we could spend the Summers here. Beach is less than a 5 minute walk away, the boys will love it." You were stunned. Well and truly stunned.

Leaving the car, you walked to the front door, Cillian handing you the keys. You opened it and walked inside into the most beautiful setting - it was newly decorated exactly to your liking. It was perfect. You turned to face him.

"You know, I might just forgive you after all..."

"Nope. Not yet. I'm not done." He smirked. "I want you to go upstairs - our room is second on the left. Lay down on the bed and I'll be up in 15 minutes." Raising an eyebrow, you complied, walking up the stairs eagerly anticipating what he had planned. "Fully clothed y/n... Don't remove a damn thing."

You walked in to find a large double bed with fresh sheets, covered in rose petals. Candles lined most of the hard surfaces in the room. It brought a lump to your throat. A fresh bouquet of flowers on the chest of drawers under the window, with a small envelope under them, your name written in Cillians hand writing. You opened it to find a two tickets to the new Enda Walsh play showing at the Gaiety later that week - it was sold out and you remembered telling him you were disappointed to miss it, but when you're Cillian Murphy, sold out meant nothing.

Hearing him coming up the stairs you quickly lay down on top of dozens of rose petals on the bed. He walked in slowly, casting an eye over your body. This would be the hardest thing to do now, trying to control himself, but he was determined to make this last as long as possible. Moving to the old record player in the corner of the room, he turned it on, allowing the gentle sounds of the music to fill the room softly. Making his way over to you, he kneeled on the bed, eyes never leaving yours.

"You're not to move unless I tell you to, okay? Just relax. Sit up." You sat up as he lifted your t shirt over your head, swiftly followed by your bra. Pushing you back down and turning you onto your front, he carefully sat himself across your legs, opening a small bottle of something you couldn't see. Suddenly his hands were on your back, smoothing the oil into your skin, putting pressure all over it. Closing your eyes, you relaxed into the massage as he skilfully eased away as many knots as he could find in your slender muscles.

"Fuck... Cill that feels amazing... Don't stop, please..." He bit his lip, he could feel his erection forming under his jeans and willed himself to have self control. Two weeks without touching you was a long time...

He moved his hands lower, teasing the waistband of your jeans as he moved his body down, pulling them over your hips, underwear following. Now you were completely bare, his hands now expertly rubbing hard circles over your thighs, your calves, then your feet. Your core was burning now, his touch, even after 5 years, doing things to your body you still couldn't believe we're possible. Your hips twitched slightly with the throbbing feeling you couldn't ignore deep in your groin. He could almost smell it, the need in you. Smiling, his hands moved back up your legs, dipping between your thighs and moving closer to where you desperately needed him. He grinned, and teased his fingers closer, then pulled them away. Back over your firm cheeks, up your spine slowly. You groaned, you were positively on fire now.

"Patience..." You bit your lip as he whispered in your ear. He turned you onto your back, now running his hands over your belly as he moved back to hover over your waist. Hands moving higher, he kneaded your breasts, knowing it would drive you crazy.

"Ahh... Fuck Cill... Baby please..." He chuckled, this was more fun than he anticipated, why had he never thought of this before?

Leaning down, he trailed a line of kisses long your exposed neck, your head flung back as he continued his assault on your breasts. Nipping the skin, sucking lightly, you arched against him. You felt close to an orgasm already and he hadn't even got to the good part yet. Your breath coming out in short bursts as his lips moved lower over your collarbone.

"Feel good baby? Feeling close huh? Keep those noises coming, fuck you're turning me on right now..." His voice was intoxicating, his hands roaming, now his lips, you couldn't stop the heat rising in your belly, that familiar knot forming, how was this even possible? You didn't care, and you couldn't stop it - you came hard, bucking your hips up to meet his as it overtook you.

"Fuck... Baby oh my god...." You came down from your high and looked into his eyes, now darker and desperate. He was trying so hard to control it but the control had gone. He hadn't expected you to cum from this alone, clearly he wasn't the only one who'd gone without these last 2 weeks.

"Take them off." He didn't argue. His clothes were removed quick as lightening as he opened your still quivering legs. He quickly pushed himself inside and stopped, just enjoying the feeling of your core swallowing him again.

"Jesus.. I swear you got tighter..." You raised your hands to his face and glared at him.

"Shut up, and fuck me Mr Murphy." With pleasure, he thought to himself, as he pounded into you hard and fast, both of you groaning into each others mouths as you kissed hungrily, desperate to get as physically close as possible. You rolled him onto his back, keeping him inside you, as you leaned back and rode him hard. You moved his hands to hold onto the bed frame behind him.

"You've touched me enough, it's my turn." Your hands roamed over your own breasts now, hips still rocking against his, your second orgasm fast approaching. You knew, after 2 weeks of abstinence, he wouldn't last long and you were right.

"Baby.. slow down.. I can't... Oh fuck... Ah... Feels too good..." He was raising his hips to meet yours, you felt your orgasm taking over.

"Cum baby... Need to feel you... Fill me up... Drown in me..." He couldn't hold back any longer and with a final, hard groan he came, filling you. His hands came to rest at your frozen hips, he felt your walls clench around him as you came alongside him, both of you breathing heavily as you came back down to earth from the most exquisite high either of you had ever had. Leaning your body back down to kiss his lips, you gave him one more squeeze of your walls, emitting a twitch and a gasp from him, before collapsing next to him.

"Fuck... My god Cill, I'm gonna have to punish you like this more often..."

"The fuck you are y/n, never again are we going more than 24 hours without sex, ever.. I don't care how mad you are at me.." you both laughed, curling up in each others arms, Cillian whispering how sorry he was in your ear, how much he loved you, as you gently fell asleep.

The following morning you woke to an empty bed, but you could smell coffee and breakfast being prepared downstairs. You made your way down wearing just his T shirt from the day before and found a full breakfast waiting for you. Sausages, eggs, bacon, toast, juice, croissants... All there on the countertop. A plate, cutlery and a coffee waiting for you.

"Just missing the pinny Mr Murphy..." You giggled as he turned and stuck his tongue out at you cheekily.

"Eat up and get dressed y/n, I'm taking you for a walk this morning." Smiling, you ate, and an hour later you were stood on the beautiful golden sands of the beach 5minutes from your new holiday home. Watching the waves crash, you were the happiest you'd felt in a long time. You heard Cillian behind you.

"Turn around, y/n." As you did, he took your hands in his and kissed your lips.

"If I have to spend every single day for the rest of my life saying how sorry I am, I will. If I have to spend every second making it up to you, I will. You have completed my life y/n.. after my divorce, I didn't think I'd ever be lucky enough to find love again. Then you came along and everything slotted into place. My boys adore you.. their Dad couldn't live without you.. y/n..." He sank down to the ground, reaching into his jeans pocket. Bringing a small, velvet box back up to you, your breath caught in your throat, tears already in your eyes.

"Make me the luckiest man in the world y/n.. marry me?" You fell to the floor alongside him, tears openly falling now as you cried, pulling him close, kissing him softly.

"Yes!! Oh my god a million times over, yes I'll marry you!!" You both grinned, standing now as he held out your left hand, slipping the simple, white gold band and diamond onto your finger. Nothing else mattering in that moment apart from the dreams you both shared of the amazing future you had ahead of you.

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[bakugohoex]

“they’re our what?”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: fluff, kissing, language

word count: 2800+

a/n: this is so shit but we move, it’s probably pure waffle and when i read it tomorrow morning i’m going to punch my 12am self

summary: in which you and bakugo sneak out for a late night date and meet two kids, confused and lost, you take the kids back to the dorms trying to get help, the thing is they looked strangely familiar

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His fingers entangled in your own, his thumb rubbing back and forth of the back of your hand and the cocky grin he had plastered on his face. You knew instantly he wanted something, he’d snuck into your room a couple hours prior and the look on his face, you instantly knew he wanted more. He kissed you softly, you were both facing each other on the bed the kiss being loving, it was nearly 3am and you were still awake, both of you craving more.

“Let’s sneak out.” He whispers, you smirk rising from the bed, he sits on the edge watching you wear his hoodie and some leggings, grabbing your waist to pull you closer to his body. His little explosions on your sides making you hungrier for more of him.

You put your arms around his neck bringing him closer as you gently played with his hair, “come on I want ice cream.”

He rolled his eyes as you both go towards the balcony, grabbing your waist closer before the explosions flew from his hand. You were in the air, the wind flew through your hair, Bakugo admired you watching as you threw your head back letting your face feel the cool air, you loved the wind on your face. You finally saw the ground closer and closer, your shoes landing onto the ground, Bakugo helping you.

He was being sweet, holding your hand, asking if you were okay every couple of minutes. “You have to give Kiri recognition; he was able to get you to even go to Deku’s birthday.”

You smirked at his grumble, “I went because of you dumbass.”

“I think you just love Deku so much.” You tease as even Bakugo had turned up with a card for the boy.

“You really want to be punished don’t yah.” He spoke smirking, his horny mind wanting to fuck you on the road, you jab his side making him get out of his fantasy world.

Before dragging him towards the 24/7 ice cream place, clinging onto his arm to gain warmth, “why didn’t you were more layers.”

“I wanted to be closer to you, you’ll bring me warmth.”

“Dumbass I would’ve still given you warmth anyway.” You pout as he ordered both your ice creams, you got all giddy as Bakugo passed the ice cream too you.

“Don’t drop it.” You stick your tongue out before licking the tip of the ice cream.

Bakugo watched inattentively, his own ice cream melting, he takes your hand walking outside, “if you keep licking the ice cream like that you won’t make it back to the dorms in one piece.”

You giggled at his teasing manner continuing to lick it slowly, some ice cream falling down your fingers, slowly bringing your fingers to your mouth to suck away the stickiness. “You’re really trying to get me to fuck you in an alleyway aren’t you.”

“I would never tease you.” You continued the charade before both of you finished the ice creams.

His fingers having some of the ice cream covering it, he brought it to your mouth, you opened instinctively “so needy aren’t you.”

You nod starting to suck on his fingers to make them no longer sticky, he took his fingers from your mouth, the saliva surrounding it as he rubbed it on your lips, “such a good girl.”

He loved teasing you, watching as your fingers wrapped around his own, “I’m still cold.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling you in front of him, his hands went underneath your hoodie as you both continued to walk forward, the heat from his hands bringing comfort and warmth to your body. His head rests on your shoulder, matching your height. It was a perfect moment, showing love and appreciation for one another, his hands would glide up and down and nothing could ruin it.

Well, that’s what you thought.

The sound of children shouting at one another made you flinch, it was nearing 4am, and two children at this hour was abnormal. Both Bakugo and yours head turned facing the alleyway, “we should check it out.”

“But the moment.” He scowls.

You hit his chest, grabbing his hand from underneath your hoodie. Dragging him down the alleyway, it was silent a few sobs coming from further in before you are met with two children, an older boy with his blond hair that strikingly resembled Bakugo’s and y/e/c eyes that looked frustrated. Behind his arms that he had put out to what you assumed was his sister was a much younger girl with y/h/c and red eyes that were filled with tears.

“They’re crying Suki.” You say going over to the two kids, “Hi, do you guys know where your parents went, we’re students at UA maybe we can help you?”

You speak softly, the older boy giving a glare as the girl stopped crying. “Kaiya, stay back they might be villains.” The boy strongly speaks.

He reminded you of someone, but you couldn’t put your finger on it, Bakugo comes towards them both, an angry scowl on his face. “Daddy.” Kaiya shouted before running up to Bakugo, your eyes widened and so did the boys.

“Y/n why is this child clinging to me?” Bakugo spoke annoyingly, Kaiya still clinging to his leg. You could see her better in the light with a yellow hair clip moving her hair out of her damp eyes.

“Ryo look its daddy, he came back.” Ryo looked between Bakugo and you.

“Kaiya, Ryo he’s not your daddy, we’re only 17 and Bakugo doesn’t have kids.” Your voice was soft, but they clearly weren’t listening.

“That’s our surname, where’s mummy?” Kaiya whined still latching onto Bakugo.

“Mummy?” Bakugo finally spoke, her whines made him pick the girl up, she stopped as you stood up, Ryo still looking up at both of you.

“You left us daddy, you said you’d be five minutes and you and mummy left.” Kaiya scolded Bakugo, his eyes widening.

“Y/n what the fuck is going on?”

“Don’t swear in front of them.” You slapped his chest going back to the boy.

“Ryo, can you explain to your sister he’s not her father.” Ryo had been staring blankly at you before he kicked Bakugo in the side.

“Why is this kid kicking me?” Before he could stop Ryo, Ryo’s hands erupted into explosions. Your eyed widened at the boy.

“Ryo, stop, put it out.” You tried to suppress the explosions seeing that they were more powerful and covered his arms more than his hands. The power it had could kill someone, “Ryo, please.”

The explosions stopped at the hear of your plead, “you left us old man.”

Bakugo became even more confused choosing to ignore the old man part, as you eyed the two kids, the darkness continued, and they seemed to be hungry. “Look why don’t we get some food and you two can explain what happened?”

“Will mummy be there?” Kaiya asked enthusiastically.

“Mummy’s already here.” Ryo spoke grabbing your hand, your face was still. Bakugo looked between you and the kid holding his hand.

You didn’t speak, both you and Bakugo in silence at the situation. You weren’t their parents; they were just confused kids. You reached the same ice cream parlour, walking in as you were finally able to see the children properly and they you. “Mummy.” Kaiya shouted as the people working at the shop looked concerned.

“Be quiet idiot.” Bakugo scolded as he went to order ice cream, you made the two kids sit next to each other waiting for Bakugo’s return.

“Mummy why did you and daddy leave us?” You felt a pang in your heart, what kind of parents would leave two children to fend for themselves, they were clearly seeking some sort of parental figures and you two were the first ones they found.

Bakugo came back with a tray of ice cream, handing you your favourite, the two kids took the other. “You got my favourite.” They both squealed.

“How did you know?” You ask Bakugo his arm resting behind your shoulders.

He huffs, “I just did.”

You found that unusual that Bakugo had gotten both their favourites but dismissed any further idea, as they happily ate you looked at the two children who looked happy as if they were with there family.

“Do you two want to explain what happened now?” Bakugo mutters not paying attention to the kids, you watch them intensively.

“You and mum took us to the beach, but a big scary villain attacked, you both left us with Uncle Kiri and went to go fight the villain, but this man hit Uncle Kiri and sent us into an alleyway, but you both found us and now it’s dark and I want to go home.” Ryo was clearly over exaggerating, but he knew Kirishima so he had to know of you both somehow.

“We need to take them to Aizawa, we can’t leave them.” You tell Bakugo.

“Yeah I know, but then he’ll know we fucking snuck out.” You grabbed his hand, to prevent any nervousness from mostly yourself.

“Unless we just say we heard them outside.” You try and think of lies before looking at the two kids, “do you think they’re ours?”

“No.” Bakugo doesn’t say anymore, you had thought about kids and had loved the idea especially with Bakugo, but could they really be yours.

Kaiya puts her arms out to be held, “I ain’t holding her.”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend picking her up, Ryo grabs Bakugo’s hand, the small boy making Bakugo confused before Bakugo grabbed your free hand. You walk silently towards UA; it wasn’t that far but flying had been a lot quicker. Before you finally reached the dorms, it was nearing early morning where some of your class had woken up.

You walk through the entrance with the two children in tow, “where’s Aizawa?” You ask Midoriya who was outside practising some moves, you saw the clock inside striking 6am knowing everybody would be groggily getting up for class.

“Deku.” Ryo shouted letting go of Bakugo’s hands, a scowl at how the young blond ran to Deku who was scared.

“Ugh hello?” Deku spoke confused.

“Ryo come back here.” Bakugo muttered, Ryo walked back slowly saying a yes dad.

“Dad?” Bakugo gave a scowl to Deku before making everybody walk inside, most of the class was already up and seeing you and Bakugo with two kids was confusing to say the least.

“Who are the kids?” Kirishima spoke first as by now the whole class had come down whilst you waited for Aizawa who Bakugo had gone to get.

“Uncle Kiri.” The two kids shouted; even more confusion came from the class. They watched as Kirishima’s face flushed at the two kids who were running towards him.

“Don’t shout.” You told them off leaning against the sofa.

“Yes mum.” The shock that came from everybody’s faces, even Aizawa who had arrived with Bakugo watching the two kids.

“Did you explain?” You asked the two kids running back as they jumped onto the sofa sitting beside you.

“Yeah we’d gone on a run and saw them.” You nodded at the lie before Ryo spoke.

“Where are we, old man?” The two words you hadn’t expected him to repeat as he looked at Bakugo, who looked like he was about to kill the kid.

“Katsuki don’t.” You were tired and Kaiya had moved to lie on you to try and gain some sleep.

“Let me call someone, they might be able to sort this out.” Aizawa swiftly left not even questioning the lie.

Mina was the first one to speak however as Bakugo sat beside you, Ryo climbing on top to sit on his lap. “You can’t deny it they look like you both?”

“What? No, they don’t dumbass, we look totally different.” Bakugo was in denial and you had accepted that maybe they were from the future.

“Kacchan, we all see it.” Deku speaks.

Bakugo scowled at everybody as you hummed a song in Kaiya’s ear to make her fall asleep. Momo sat down in front ready to ask questions to the hyperactive Ryo, “Ryo, is it, how old are you and your sister?”

“I’m 7 and Kaiya is 5.” He speaks proudly, you stroked the boys hair Bakugo tense as the boy held his hand.

“And your surnames?” Momo continued, everybody wanting to hear this,

“Bakugo.” He spoke happily, it confirmed it all.

“And Y/n and Katsuki are your parents?” He nods, your hands still in his blond hair.

“Dad you were telling us about the first time you met mum when we were on the beach.” Ryo started playing with the silver band on Bakugo’s fingers.

“And where was that?” You ear perked at wanting to hear the answer.

Kaiya had drifted off, happily lying on your chest, “you both met at UA dad said you fell in love with him at the first time you met, but you told me that you thought he was an…”

You both speak in sync, “egotistical bitch.”

You didn’t know what to say as the boy happily played with Bakugo’s fingers, the rest of the class looking utterly astonished and for the first time Bakugo was lost for words. Aizawa walked back in with a woman you didn’t recognise, she introduced herself quickly. You didn’t care for her name, instead her quirk which let her identify connections between people which made her the most suitable for this situation.

“I need to touch your hands.” You put your hand out as Bakugo disgruntledly does as well before Ryo puts his hand on top and you put Kaiya’s on her as well. She closed her eyes as if she was working out all of the connections that the four of you would have with one another.

Before finally opening her eyes she grabbed a pen and paper quickly writing everything down which looked like an extensive list, your whole class waited patiently, intrigued to know her answer. “well here it is, Ryo and Kaiya are both siblings, Y/n is their mother and Katsuki is their father, and Y/n and Katsuki aren’t blood related but are marri…”

Aizawa coughs as everybody knew what the last word was. They were yours and you and Bakugo had lasted, even married in the future, you were able to have a family with him.

“They’re are what?” Bakugo was shocked to say the least.

“I told you, old man.” Ryo laughed at the boy.

You thanked the woman as you looked at Aizawa, “I already called the commission they’ll be here in a couple hours, go take them to your rooms.”

You nod carefully holding Kaiya and Ryo had started to fall asleep on Bakugo as well. The way Bakugo held him made you go soft inside; it was truly perfect and a sight for sore eyes. Moving into the closest room, which was Bakugo’s you all stepped inside, letting them sleep on his bed.

“What do you think they’ll do to them?”

“Hopefully find a way back for them, future us needs our kids after all.” You went beside the wall, making sure the two kids didn’t fall as Bakugo joined the other side, they slept peacefully in between the two of you.

“You really think we’ll have these two then.”

“It’s confirmed now, I’m…glad it’s with you.” Bakugo was acting nicer as he moved his daughters hair from her face.

“You’d be an amazing father Katsuki.”

“So, would you, princess.” You giggled as he moved his fingers into your own, you had started to drift off to sleep, Bakugo watching as he did see a family in front of him before he fell asleep himself.

You both slept peacefully before hearing banging on your door, “what time is it?” You mutter stretching your arms, there was no sign of the two kids, but you hadn’t realised it was only 6am (again?) and the sound of Kirishima’s voice echoed through the room.

“Baby wake up?” You giggle as his arm was wrapped around your own.

“One more minute.” His morning voice turning you on, you loved how rough and deep it got when he was tired.

You hit his head as he finally got up, you gave him a small peck before you left for your own room, not noticing anything to be different. He let you go and as you quickly got changed into your uniform you ran down the steps ready to eat some breakfast.

Bakugo sat beside you, his hand on your thigh, “I like the hair clip.”

You were confused before you touched your hair, unclipping it you saw a bright yellow colour, it was cute but definitely for a child, you didn’t even know where it came from. “Suki we went for ice cream last night and then we came straight back didn’t we?” You question.

“Yeah dumbass.” You nod before he speaks again, “last night was a blur.”

It was it felt like something was missing from your memories and you didn’t know what it was, even the hair clip brought a pain in your chest. You dismissed the idea entirely, you and Bakugo continued on happily eating and talking. He gave you a soft kiss whilst nobody was looking, it was soft and filled with love and comfort. Whatever you had both forgotten you were sure you’d find out one day what it was.

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[parkers-gal]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe5JcUMn/

Imagine doing this with Tom but the boys ask you questions about each other

this tik tok is so cute pls <3 

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Part of every great relationship is seeing who knows more about each other. You’ve got Tom down pretty well, considering he’s a blabber mouth during interviews and with you. Now, you’re willing to put it to the test. Tom’s competitive like that, so he won’t give up a challenge.

It was a silly tiktok that happened to land on your for-you-page, that sparked the idea, but now it’s unraveled into a true competition. You’ve got a simple pair of sweats on, and an oversized shirt. Tom also has his grey sweats on, and a navy blue tee that accentuates the bulge of his biceps.

Two water bottles are filled with iced water, thanks to Harry and his need to make everything extreme. Harrison places two towels on a chair beside the patio table. Yeah, you’re doing this outside, so not only is the water refreshing during this (rare) London sunshine, but it’s also easier for clean-up duty.

“Get ready to lose, love,” Tom strides out the back door with such cocky confidence that you roll your eyes — playfully, of course.

You scoff roughly to feed into the atmosphere. “As if, Tommy. You’ll be kissing my ass.”

“He does that anyways,” Harrison pipes up, commenting like the little shit that he is.

Harry makes a pained expression, one of disgust, and you laugh at him, Tom joining you. “Ugh, Harrison! Did you really need to say that?”

“Hey,” he raises his hands in surrender, “He’s your brother.”

“Are we ready?” Tom interrupts, picking up one of the water bottles, handing the other to you.

“Thank you,” you say in an accent.

“But of course, darling,” he says back in his best Victorian-English accent. You giggle, and then motion for Sam to begin the recording. Your phone records from its place in the tripod, and Harry reads off the first question on his index card.

“When did Tom first break his nose?”

“Uhm…” you’re bending your knees slightly, ready to squirt Tom with water despite the fact that it’s his turn. “20… 17?” You cower away as Tom giggles while spraying you. “I wasn’t done guessing!”

“You get one guess!” He says back, laughing at your wet face and now splotchy shirt.

You roll your eyes, “Next question!”

Tom chuckles and so does Harry, and Harrison reads out the next question. “Who’s Y/N’s favorite villain?”

Tom’s brows furrow and he freezes for a moment, arms coming out in bewilderment. “I don’t know? Who would know that?!”

“Me!” Harry says while you squirt Tom. Immediately, his curls dampen and then flatten completely, wetted by the cold water.

“Agh!” He shrieks, wiping at his eyes. “I didn’t even guess!”

“Ooh!” Harrison raises his hand like a child. “I have a good one!”

You raise your eyebrows before encouraging him to continue.

“What’s Tom most cocky about?”

You smirk, something that makes Tom raise a suspicious eyebrow. “His bedroom skills.”

Harry gasps in surprise at such a blunt response, and Tom’s mouth hits the floor. “Y/N!” Your mouth opens too and in a matter of seconds, you use a hand to cover your mouth in shock. Harrison gasps in realization too, and Tom looks around at everyone as if you’re all crazy.

“What?”

“You didn’t squirt me!” You yell, pointing a finger at him and cheering.

“Damn, Y/N!” Harrison cheers. “She got it right, mate!”

“Screw you guys,” Tom pouts, and you laugh harder, coming down to your senses to continue the game.

“Aren’t you glad I know you so well?” You tease. Tom doesn’t miss a beat when replying.

“Yeah, and how’d you know about my arrogant bedroom antics?”

“Ewww,” Harry winces. “You two are disgusting.”

“Disgustingly cute,” You smile brightly, so much so that it makes Tom laugh.

“Tom,” Harry says, “How does Y/N like her tea?”

Tom pulls his brows together while he ponders the question. You’re so ready to spray him with the water, because he makes tea every morning yet never seems to pay attention. “She… doesn’t drink tea!”

You let out a loud laugh, squeezing the bottle with all your might and watching it hit Tom’s hair and face in content. “Tom, even you know that’s not true!” you laugh, looking at the boys with a bizarre expression.

“Fuck, I know,” He whines, clearing his eyes of the fresh water.

“Your shirt is literally drenched.”

“Would you rather it be off?”

“I mean…” You match his smirk, but before you go any further, Harrison breaks it up.

“We’re still filming!”

“Last question!” Harry squeals.

“What’s Tom’s zodiac sign?”

You look at them, stifling a laugh. “That’s like asking what his birthday is!”

“Well, what is it?!”

“He’s a gemini!” You squeal, protecting yourself.

“I get an extra point for the shit question,” Tom quickly brings the water bottle over your head, squeezing harshly. The veins that run along his arms and hands pop out while he does this, and you run from your spot, shivering from the cold sensation.

“Hey—!” Tom runs after you, but you splash him in the face. Tom squirts back, accidentally hitting Harry during his attempt to splash you again. Harry gasps, hoodie dampening, and he stands hastily, grabbing one of the spare bottles and getting Tom square in the face.

Tom has to stop chasing you from the shock of the cold liquid running down his face. “Harry!”

“You got me first!”

“Yeah, by accident, you div!” He extends his arms to squirt him again, but Harry steps out of the way and Tom’s water hits Harrison’s chest, shirt drenching in the water.

“Aw, c’mon!” Harrison yells. Hastily, he picks up the remaining water bottle and goes after Tom, who simultaneously outruns both boys and continues chasing you. You run backwards for a bit of time, wetting Tom’s front while Harry get’s Tom’s backside.

“You fuckers!” Sam yells from his seat on the patio, beside Tessa. “The video ended!” None of you bother stopping though, and as Tom makes the distance towards you, you squeal, squeezing the bottle until all the water runs out.

“Catch me! I dare you!”

“Just you wait, love,” Tom steals Harry’s bottle, who then gasps in surprise at the action. “I’m gonna get you.”

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[sleepdeprivedsloth]

The Beginning of Birthday Traditions

[MHA - Bakusquad]

summary: The Bakusquad has trouble coming up with a way to wake up Bakugou for a midnight birthday celebration that doesn’t result in them being buried six feet under. Mina then reveals a plan that would get the birthday boy to wake up with a smile on his face. (platonic Bakusquad tickle fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 2.1 k

a/n: how could i not write a lee blasty boy fic for his birthday ?? i absolutely  l o v e  the bakusquad they are literally so wholesome :,) anyways i hope you guys enjoy!

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“It’s physically impossible to wake Bakugou up in the middle of the night and survive,” Kaminari tried reasoning with his friends. It was only a few minutes past midnight on April 20th, meaning that it was officially Bakugou’s birthday. The Bakusquad was currently gathered inside of Kirishima’s dorm discussing how they should go about celebrating the special occasion. Specifically, trying to figure out a way to wake up the birthday boy in the next dorm over that didn’t end with them getting sent to their graves.

“But we can’t just do nothing! The Dekusquad already threw a little midnight party on Tsu’s birthday,” Kirishima argued.

Sero gave a dejected sigh, “Yeah, you’re right. We can’t let them one-up us like that. I just wish there was a way to avoid him getting pissed at us for waking him. It honestly might ruin the whole birthday mood.”

Mina, who had chosen to stay silent and patiently listen to the hopeless discussion, decided that this moment was the perfect time to pull out and reveal her wild card to the rest of the group. With a small smirk and excited gleam in her eyes, she said, “Ahem, I may have some super exclusive, top-secret info that could allow us to wake up Blasty for his birthday and live to see the light of day.”

All heads immediately turned towards Mina, their gazes both intrigued and dangerously curious. Kirishima eagerly encouraged, “... go on..!”

Mina pulled out her phone and motioned for the boys to come closer. Without hesitation, they all crowded around the small device before Mina started playing a video.

The visual was extremely dark, but they could still make out the vague silhouettes of two boys. They seemed to be struggling against one another, the taller one fighting to get away from the shorter one’s strong hold around his sides. The audio was very faint, so the group had to strain their ears to hear what was happening.

“If we w-weren’t in the dorms right now I would not he-hesitate to blast your ass into nehext week,” a gruff voice threatened quietly.

Another voice gasped, and then spoke teasingly, “Did the Kacchan just giggle?” The shorter boy’s hands then traveled further up the taller one’s torso, going up to his ribs, and not even two seconds later, not-so-quiet laughter could be heard echoing throughout the dark room.

The camera recording suddenly turned towards the ground and started shaking around, showing Mina’s blurry, socked feet quickly pattering away, before the video abruptly ended.

The Bakusquad slowly brought their heads back up to face one another, the boys all sharing the same dumbfounded, gaping expression and Mina looking smug as hell.

Kaminari was the first to speak up, barely able to contain his newfound excitement. “No way. No. Freaking. Way.”

A mischievous smile formed on Sero’s face as he said, “This is just too good to be true.”

“I know right!!” Mina exclaimed, obviously very proud of capturing the personal and adorable Bakugou moment. “Who would’ve guessed that our resident boom boy is ticklish?!”

“Sooo.. we’re all thinking the same thing right?” Kirishima asked, looking over at each of his friends expectantly.

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Sero said, while Mina and Kaminari nodded in agreement.

“”So what are we waiting for?!” Kaminari declared while standing to his feet. “Let’s go give the birthday boy the wake-up call of a lifetime!”

After the rest of the Bakusquad got to their feet, they all excitedly rushed out of Kirishima’s dorm and into the hallway. Once outside of Bakugou’s dorm, Kirishima pulled out the spare key the blonde had given him that was supposed to be used strictly for emergencies, but he honestly thought that their mission could be considered a birthday crisis of some sort.

Kirishima unlocked the door and quietly pushed it open, just enough so that he could briefly peek inside to make sure that Bakugou was asleep. He then pushed the door wide open, allowing him and the others to sneak inside the pitch black room. They made sure to close the door behind them and leave the lights off, but the group could still see each other’s shining, playful grins.

The Bakusquad crept over to Bakugou’s bed and saw him sleeping peacefully and softly snoring. Perfect. Kirishima and Sero crouched down onto the ground near the foot of the bed and gently pushed the blanket out of the way to reveal Bakugou’s bare feet. Meanwhile, Kaminari and Mina quietly climbed onto the bed and settled themselves on either side of the sleeping boy.

From the floor, Kirishima motioned for them to start putting their plan into action. After a quick nod, Mina slipped one of her hands underneath Bakugou’s tank top and started lightly tracing her fingertips along his bare stomach. Not long after, his face scrunched up and his body slightly curled inwardly on itself, trying to escape the soft sensations.

Deciding to step it up a notch, Mina ran her fingers over his side, not too hard as to immediately wake him up, but just enough to get him sleepily squirming. Bakugou lazily brought an arm down across his torso, his unconscious mind telling him that it was just a bug.

Desperately wanting to get in on the action, Kaminari slithered his own hand underneath Bakugou’s top and slowly dragged his slightly wiggling fingers from the birthday boy’s stomach up to his ribs.

Bakugou twitched awake, sleepily whining a small, “Son of a-” before he opened an eye to see what had woken him up while Kaminari and Mina quickly retracted their hands. He had definitely not been expecting to see people sitting next to him on the bed in his dorm, causing his eyes to widen and his body to jolt out of shock. Once his sleep-filled mind had actually caught up to what he was seeing, Bakugou was able to recognize and identify the two smiling faces as Mina and Kaminari. He let out a small sigh of relief before relaxing his body and closing his eyes again, mumbling, “Pinky? Dunce? Th’ hell you two idiots doin’ in my bed ‘n the middle of th’ goddamn night?”

“Actually, there are four idiots. Kiri and I are here too!” Sero pointed out with a suspicious amount of energy and excitement, but Bakugou was so tired that he honestly couldn’t care less.

In fact, the blonde had already started falling back into the depths of sleep, only letting out a small, “Mhmm.. get out losers,” in response.

Kirishima dragged a singular finger down the length of one of Bakugou’s feet. “C’mon Bakubro, you gotta wake up!”

Bakugou’s breath hitched before he immediately pulled the attacked foot back underneath the protection of the blanket. “Don’t do tha’ shit. I- Jus’ let me sleep, guys.”

Kaminari butted in, bravely placing a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder to gently shake him awake, “But we need you awake! Do you even know what day it is?”

Bakugou shrugged Kaminari off and completely ignored his question, instead tiredly mumbling, “Make sure to lock th’ door on your way out.” A few moments of silence passed, and the birthday boy was on the cusp of falling back into a deep sleep, when he suddenly felt soft fluttering on both of his feet and down his sides. Fingers were lightly grazing over the balls of his feet, dipping into the arches, and circling the heel before going back up and starting all over again. Small squeezes were given spontaneously along the length of both sides of his torso, traveling from his waistline all the way to his lower ribs. 

He tried to pull away from the gentle touches, but found that all four of his limbs were being pinned to the bed. Shit. He was so screwed. Bakugou tightly squeezed his eyes and tried to keep his mouth clamped shut, but he couldn’t prevent the tired smile and sleepy giggles from inevitably escaping. Normally, he would be fighting like hell to keep his laughter under control, but he was freaking exhausted dammit! “Whahat the- shihihit! What do you dahahamn extras think you’re doHOHOING?!” Bakugou’s laughter unconsciously became more desperate and louder when Kaminari suddenly wiggled his fingers higher up on his ribcage.

Noticing the increased reaction, Mina started focusing her tickling on his higher ribs as well. “We’re tickling you! I thought that was pretty obvious.”

Bakugou tried to thrash his way out of his captors’ grasps, but he was heavily outnumbered and disadvantaged. Still, there was no harm in fruitlessly trying. “Leheheheave me alohohohone! I’m nahahahat even tihihihickli-AHAHahaha!”

“Hmm.. I don’t know, dude.” Sero playfully teased. He pulled back Bakugou’s toes with one hand, using the other to gently flutter his fingers on the sensitive space in between, rewarding him with more thrashing and a shriek that dissolved into uncontrollable laughter. “Seems like you’re pretty ticklish to me.”

“NOHOHOHO I’M NAHAHAHAHAT!! WHIHIHIHI-WHY ARE YOU ASSHOHOHOLES EVEN DOHOHOING THIHIHIHIHIS?? HAHAHAVE A DEAHAHATH WIHIHISH OR SOHOMETHIHING?!” Bakugou attempted to threaten his friends, but his bright smile, joy-filled laughs, and adorable blush covering his face counteracted the murderous words.

Kirishima was dragging his index finger along the padding of Bakugou’s toes, occasionally dipping down in between them and giving a little wiggle, causing the blonde to give out a little squeal each time. “Because it’s your birthday!”

“Yeah, we have to wake you up so that we can celebrate together!” Kaminari exclaimed. He moved both of his hands to grab at either side of Bakugou’s hips and repeatedly squeezed. With his head thrown back from the force of his hysterics, Bakugou bucked his waist left and right, trying to dislodge Kaminari’s fingers.

“YOHOHOHOU IDIOHOHOTS ARE GONNAHAHAHAHA REGREHEHEHE- AAAAAAAHHAHAHAHA!!” Bakugou started pulling at his arms desperately, bouts of laughter pouring freely out of his mouth, as Mina trailed her hands upwards until they wiggled against his highest ribs, only an inch or two away from his armpits. “NAHAHAHAHAHA! NO MOHOHOHOHORE, NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!!”

With a villainous look in her eyes, Mina dug her fingers into the spot with more purpose and vigor, while Bakugou absolutely lost his mind to the sensations. “We’ll stop as soon as you promise that you’re gonna have tons of fun on your special day!”

Sero quickly half-jokingly added, “AND that you won’t kill us for waking you up.”

“OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY!! WHAHATEHEVER JUHUHUST LEHET MEHE GOHOHOHO!!” 

“Not enough, Bakubro. You gotta say that you promise!” Kirishima teased.

“ALRIHIHIHIHIGHT IHIHIHI PROHOHOHOMISE!!”

Kaminari leaned down next to Bakugou’s ear, brought his hands up to his bare armpits and started creating feather-like flutters while whispering, “Say that you pinky promise, birthday boy~”

Bakugou’s blush only deepened as he fell into silent hysterics for a few moments, tears of mirth gathering in the corners of his eyes. Seeing that Bakugou was being tickled beyond the point of responding, Kaminari mercifully stopped his fluttering, but kept his hands rested on Bakugou’s armpits and slowly drummed his fingers against the soft skin. Once able to verbally form sentences again, Bakugou pleaded, “Pihihihinky prohohomise! Ihihihi pihihihihinky prohohohohomise!!”

The Bakusquad all immediately ceased their tickle attacks and released their hold on Bakugou’s limbs. The blonde quickly tucked his arms and legs back underneath the blanket and curled in on himself, trying to catch his breath and slow the stream of leftover giggles pouring out of his mouth. “Dohoho nohot e-hehe-ever doho thahat agahain asshoholes.”

“No promises on that one, Blasty,” Mina declared while Sero and Kirishima got up from the floor and joined the others on top of the already-crowded bed.

“Oh yeah, we’re totally doing that again!” Kirishima excitedly commented. “We’ve seriously gotta make wake-up tickles a birthday tradition in the squad.”

Bakugou groaned fondly at their silliness, a soft smile still present on his lips. The others all shared a look with one another before exclaiming, “Happy birthday, Bakugou!!”

When the birthday boy looked up, he saw his friends all wearing the same stupidly huge smile on their faces and doing dramatic, and surprisingly synchronized, jazz hands that they must’ve practiced on together for hours. He let out a few chuckles, “Yeah yeah, whatever losers. So what are we gonna do for the next five hours before class starts?”

“Wanna go raid the kitchen for snacks and play Mario Kart?” Sero suggested.

“Obviously, just don’t throw a tantrum when I completely dominate all of your asses!” Bakugou quickly challenged.

“Tough words for someone who’s deathly ticklish…” Kaminari teased with a knowing smirk.

Bakugou buried his head into one of his pillows to hide the oncoming blush and nervous smile quickly spreading across his face. “... shut up..”

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a/n: ahaha not me posting in the middle of class :D but i really hope that you all enjoyed reading this and thank you for taking the time to do so!! I’ll be posting my fandom list tomorrow because i love procrastinating on it lol have a great life guys!!

[tobiotetsu]

the lovers

reversed (prequel)

chapter two: ten of cups

miya atsumu x f!reader

description: the lovers card was a blessing in tarot if pulled up right, with the meaning of true love, prosperity and unity. however, if pulled in reversed, it signified disappointment, foolishness and failure. if he was destined to be your soulmate, why was his presence accompanied by chaos and destruction? if miya atsumu was your fatal flaw, how could he possibly be your fate?

genre: soulmate au, 18+, angst, enimes-to-lovers

cw: family issues, mentions of death, grammar errors

a/n: SO excited to write the next chp!! feedback & reblogs are truly appreciated<3 (wc: 4.4k)

prequel masterlist ♕ chp three

From the outside, the Miya’s were a very well-known family with a prestigious family. Miya Kaito was a well-known businessman in Japan who took over his father’s Marketing company. Miya Izumi, the twins’ mother was much lesser known than their father but was still in the public eye. She was an author of a best-selling novel who lived in Sendai but moved to Kasai when she married Kaito. They had two twin sons who excelled in volleyball and were sure to go professional straight after high school.

They were picture-perfect. But to your eyes, they were everything but.

Atsumu’s prediction of his father's absence at dinner two weeks ago had turned out to be correct. You, Osamu and his mother had waited at the table for almost 40 minutes before coming to the conclusion that once again, he was not coming home.

The lavish mansion was a veil for a broken home.

A father who worked more than he saw his family, a mother who went on trips weekly to resorts to escape her life and two children who had to suffer at the hands of their parents’ actions.

You couldn’t help but think of their family dynamic as you were in the kitchen scouring through the fridge for breakfast, a day before your 18th birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Miya weren’t soulmates but they seemed like they didn’t even like each other. It seemed like their public reputation was the only thing keeping them together.

That was the last thing that you wanted with your soulmate. You were less than 24 hours away from turning eighteen and you couldn’t help but think about who they might be.

Do they live in the Huygo prefecture? Are they the same age as you? Are they kind? A romantic? Were they just as excited to know your identity? Would we have a physical or emotional connection?

Questions like these ran through your mind ever since you woke up.

Usually, your breakfasts were something solid to fuel you for the rest of the day, but you were so nervous for tomorrow that you could barely keep anything down. You decide that some fruit would be enough for now. You stack clear contains which green grapes, strawberries and cherries in one arm as you use your free one to close the fridge door.

Maybe they’re in California? You’d meet them there when studying for school perhaps?

The questions continued to flow as you sat down at the counter in the kitchen on a bar stool as you munched on the grapes. You were so wrapped up in your questions that you barely even noticed that someone had walked in.

You almost choke on the grape when you realize who she was. It was the same girl who was making out with Atsumu in the cafeteria two weeks ago. She also must have been the owner of those over-exaggerated moans that still made you sick to your stomach.

Even though you took a while to acknowledge her, she still hadn’t noticed you. Confused laced your eyes are you stare at her half-naked figure opening the fridge in front of you. The only thing covering her was a large white button shirt with two buttons together at her chest, which you assumed was Atsumu’s.

As you were studying her in slight disgust, she finally noticed your presence.

“Oh hi, I’m Yui,” she said as she tucked her dirty blonde hair behind her hair.

“Yeah, I know, we’re in the same calculus class,” you say before you place mother grape in your mouth. Judging by her reaction to your words, she hadn’t even acknowledged you, but you couldn’t care less.

She stood there in a slight shock before hesitantly speaking again.

“So, are you dating ‘Samu?” she asked as she leaned her body on the side of the fridge door. Her words caused you to choke on the grape that laid on your tongue.

“Samu? No!” You manage to squeak out between your violent coughs. “He’s just my friend”

She seems to be confused by your statement. You never had thought about Osamu in that way and you weren’t sure why she would think that.

“Well, then why are you around here all the time?” Now it was your turn to look confused at her words.

“Excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow as you reply.

“You were the one who knocked on Atsumu’s door, right? The one he called princess?” she said as she crossed her arms in front of her half-exposed chest.

Ah, now you understood. Was she jealous?

“Yeah, I was.” your tone changes as your patience was slowly seeping through your fingers like grains of sand.

She nodded her head before stepping closer to the opposite of the table. “‘Tsumu’s mine, so don’t come around here anymore if it's for him.” she spits out with a grin as if she had accomplished something.

You take a moment to respond to her. In one swift movement, you stand from your stool and start to close the container of grapes in front of you.

“One, I live here, I’ve been living here since I was 6,” you said as you snapped the containers louder than you usually did. “Two, the last thing I want is to be around Atsumu.”

You gather the containers and make your way in front of Yui. She said nothing as she stood and watched you place the fruits back into its assigned tray.

“And three, he’s not yours. You’ll be gone by the end of the week, sweetheart.” that was the last thing you said to her as you exited the kitchen. You didn’t stick around the see her jaw hang slack, appalled at the words that came out of your mouth.

You knew she attacked you because of Atsumu but was she that oblivious that she couldn’t see what laid between the two of you?

pure annoyance and animosity

“The audacity!” Stephanie exclaimed as you retold the events from this morning as you two sat outside the school waiting for the boys' volleyball practice to conclude.

“I don’t even want to think about it anymore, it gives me a headache.” you shook your head to the side as you try to forget the whole meeting. “Thanks again for giving me a ride today too, Steph.”

Your usual ride had to stay later than usual to make up his missed chemistry test and you rather walk the 30 mins than ask Atsumu to join him home. Stephanie was more than happy to drive you home after akaashi came out from practice. Because of Mara’s feelings for Atsumu, you never felt comfortable discussing him with her. You didn’t want her to feel bad for liking someone she despised. One can not control whom they love, so you spared her feelings and confided in Stephanie when it came to Atsumu.

“Don’t mention it!” she said as a smile pulled at her lips. “You excited for tomorrow? Finally going to be 18 and find your person!”

Your birthday completely slipped your mind as you focused on the Yui situation.

“I’m so nervous! hopefully, I can find him,” you said as you looked down at your hands. Stephanie could recognize your worry and placed her hand on your shoulder.

“Try not to worry y/n. You’ll find them. I remember the same feeling right before my birthday. The anxiety was eating at my soul but, in the end, everything was perfect. It’ll be like that for you too.” She empathized.

Akaashi and her were your only pair of soulmates to admire; They were the only two you knew. Your parents were also soulmates but you couldn’t see their love blossom due to his passing. You saw how much your mother loved and grieved him, but you weren’t old enough at the time to remember him loving her as much.

“I think they’re done,” Stephanie said as she held her hand. “I felt his signal.”

Akaashi and her shared physical touch. If in 500 meters of her, whatever Akaashi felt physically, so would Stephanie.

And as if it was timed, right after her statement the team came through the school's entrance doors.

“Hey!” Akaashi said as he waived at the two of you. He situated himself right behind his girlfriend. He muttered a small ‘hello’ as he kissed the top of her head and held her hand and rubbed small circles with his thumb against the back of it.

so that must have been their signal.

You could only wish your soulmate was as kind and loving as Akaashi.

You unknowingly stare at the couple in front of you as your phone starts to ring with your mother's picture displayed on the screen.

“Hi, mom” you answer.

“y/n! I need you to run to the store for me. I forgot a few ingredients for dinner today, could you get Osamu to drive you to the market?” Your mother said urgently. 

“Uh, I would but ‘Samu’s taking a test right now, he won't be done any time soon.”

“Then can you ask Atsumu to take you?” Her words made you cringe at the thought of being in such close proximity to him for that long.

“Mom, I-” but before you could finish your refusal she interrupts.

“Please, y/n. I’m desperate.” she pleaded.

You wanted to protest. You wanted to tell her that going with Atsumu would be impossible, that he wouldn’t even take you in the first place but then you remembered how hard she works. She worked this hard for you, so this was the least you could do for her.

“Okay, I’ll ask him,” you say in a slightly sombre tone as you accept your defeat.

“Thank you!! I’ll send you the list, love you!” those were the last words you heard before she hung up.

“Ready to go?” Stephanie asked as she swung her bag over her shoulder.

“Change of plans. You guys go without me, I gotta find Atsumu.” Both their faces synchronously scrunched together in confusion.

“Are you going to be okay?” akaashi asked, clearly concerned.

You vigorously nod your head and send them on their way, thanking them for offering the ride home.

A deep sigh escapes your mouth as you make your way inside the school to find Atsumu. Luckily, or unluckily, you found him immediately standing at his locker as he was laughing at something Suna said.

You debated turning back twice but decided to suck it up. With strong strides, you walk up to Atsumu’s figure.

“Atsumu” even though you aimed for your voice to come off strong, even you could hear the strain in it.

He wore his usual volleyball attire, identical to Osamu. White joggers with a vertical black stripe doing down the side of each leg accompanied by a black t-shirt, which clung to his body due to the aftermath of an hour-long practice.

You approaching him for a change, took him by surprise a bit, but even surprise he still managed to wear that smirk to antagonize you.

“What’cha want, princess?” he said as he placed his hands in the pockets of his pants.

There was that damn nickname again.

“Um, I need you to take me to the market,” you say bluntly. Sugarcoating with Atsumu would only lead to his enjoyment but, somehow your words managed to do so anyway.

His smirk grew as he leaned back on the lockers behind him.

“And where’s the person who ya wanted to take you?” he knew he wasn’t your first choice. Hell, he wasn’t even your third or fourth choice.

“‘Samu can’t, so can you or not?” you probably shouldn’t have given him an ultimatum, especially because you had the lower ground.

“Sorry princess, can’t,” he said without a care as he slid his arm through his maroon Inarizaki jacket. “Meetin’ with Yui”

Just her name was enough to remember this morning. Your face contorts in disgust at the thought of her roaming the house barely clothed.

“Oh, you don’t have to be jealous, princess.” atsumu says after witnessing your reaction and assuming it was because of him. You can't help but snort at his response.

“I think you’re telling the wrong girl that.” you can't help but laugh as you speak. Your words earn a slight head tilt from a confused Atsumu and an amused whistle from Suna.

You turn to take your leave from his presence, but before you walk out the school entrance you turn back one more.

“Tell your girlfriend to watch what she says to me next time.” Your voice was much stronger than before. You didn’t stay behind to see the distraught faces of the two men you left behind.

You couldn’t even hear the way Atsumu slammed his locker and Suna’s voice calling him as he rushed off.

You should have eaten more today.

That was the only thing that you could think while you scurried through the food aisles slowly compiling the ingredients your mother needed. Her listen was all over the place; enoki mushrooms, powdered sugar, sesame seeds, fatty tuna, vanilla extract, rice. The list went on longer than you expected.

All the feelings you were being put through today managed to stop you from eating lunch as well. The only thing that was in your stomach was five grapes that you managed to get down before your encounter with the unexpected visitor.

The last thing on the list was a jar of raspberry preserves, which of course was located on the highest shelf of the aisle. As you stare at it, debating if you should make a fool of yourself to jump while flailing your arms to reach, a voice came from behind you.

“Need a boost, princess?” His voice started you causing you to move backwards and stumble into his chest but quickly move away from him. Before you could respond Atsumu reaches up and grabs the jar that you were eyeing.

You turn around to him with wide eyes as he hands you the jar without his usual banter. Silently, you nod your head and take the preserves from him.

“Why’d you come? Weren’t you going to hang out with your girlfriend?” you asked as you placed the jar into the cart.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he said firmly as he placed a hand on the cart to halt you from moving.

Why was he acting this way over this? It actually seemed like he was bothered by the situation.

You opened your mouth to respond but the voice that danced on your ears did not belong to you.

“Well, this is a sight I never thought I’d see.” A deep voice sounded from behind Atsumu. Both you and Atsumu whipped your heads in the voice's direction only to be met with two faces that put a smile on your face instantly.

“Aran!” Atsumu bellowed loudly, as he embraced his friend while you exchange greetings with Kita.

“What are you guys doing here?” you asked.

“We came back from college today, decided to go shoppin’,” Kita said as he lifted up the small basket in his hand.

“Now, the more important question is, what are you two doing here?” Aran asked as his eyes bounced between you and Atsumu. Aran was a friend of the twins ever since they were 9, therefore he was your friend as well. He knew exactly how you felt about Atsumu, so that would explain the way he was looking at the two of you, alone at a grocery store as the sky was enveloped by darkness.

“My mom asked me to pick some things and uh, ‘Samu was busy,” you said quickly, hoping that he didn’t think differently.

Aran nodded his head while pressing his lips together.

“Say, aren’t you guys graduatin’ soon?” Kita said as he shifted his basket from one hand to the other. “D’ya know where you’re going for school y/n?”

Now, this was the first thing that put a smile on your face throughout the entire day. “Yeah, UCI, California!” you said with a proud girn.

“America? What program?” Kita inquired with wide eyes.

“Journalism!” the one word made everyone’s eyes widened.

“Of course it’s journalism. She's the one-woman team that runs the Inarizaki newspaper.” Aran said with a wide smile.

You continued the conversation with Aran and Kita as Atsumu wandered off somewhere in the store. You weren’t sure where he had gone but you didn’t care enough to worry.

As you and Kita conversed, Aran spotted Atsumu at the opposite end of the aisle and slips away from the conversation.

“Bro, where d’ya go?” Aran asked slightly concerned.

“Just walkin’ round,” Atsumu said as he swung his keys around his index finger.

“So, y/n’s leaving Japan?” Atsumu had an idea of where Arans questioning was leading to as he slowly nodded his head in agreement.

“How does ‘Samu feel about that?”

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“Probably not too good,” Atsumu asked knowing exactly how his brother feels about your pretending departure. “I wouldn’t feel too good if the girl I loved since I was 6 was leavin’ the country either”

“So is he gonna tell her?” Aran whispered.

Atsumu let out a soft snort at Aran’s words. “He had 12 years to tell her, ya think he’s gonna now?”

Atsumu knew his twin brother loved you since before they even started playing volleyball. And ever since then, Osamu has never once attempted to tell you of his feelings. It drove Atsumu mad, but he never interfered between you and him.

Before the conversion could further between him and Aran, they both see Kita waving them down.

“Let’s go Aran, y/n has to get this stuff home before dinner!” Kita said as the two large men approached you.

“Happy early birthday, y/n,” Kita said as he gave you a small hug.

At Kita’s words, Aran checked the date on his phone in a panic. “It’s tomorrow!”

“Yeah, the only reason why Kita knew was it came up in conversation” you replied. You were never one to flaunt your birthday. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy big parties and multiple guests but, to you birthdays meant something else.

Your fifth birthday was the only one that you could remember before your father’s death. It was celebrated by only your mother, father and you, but it seemed like the most fun a five-year-old could have. Your mother always mentioned how your father enjoyed small birthdays and how they were sacred. he would say to “only share them with people who brought you pure happiness and expected nothing in return”. And that was now how you chose to live, just like him.

“Actually, I'm having a small dinner tomorrow, do you two want to join? ‘Samu will be there, so you could catch up with him.” Your invitation earned a smile from Kita and Aran but a deep frown by the blonde beside them.

You hadn’t invited Atsumu to your birthday dinner for obvious reasons and weren’t planning to.

The two men looked at each other debating whether to accept or decline but ultimately accepted.

You were expecting Atsumu to chime in but, he hadn’t. He only looked at you with narrow eyes and a frown.

His eyes were laced with an emotion that you couldn’t quite decipher. Anger? Annoyance?

It was only then that you missed Atsumu’s stupid banter because this Atsumu,

This Atsumu seemed to be a thousand times worse

Ten minutes had passed since you last left the market and about twenty minutes since you last spoke to each other.

You two sat in complete silence as Atsumu drove to the Miya mansion in Atsumu’s Red Lamborghini. Mr. Miya bought both the twins a car of their choice for their 18th. Osamu had gone with a black Benz jeep while Atsumu went for the most flashy option.

You debated speaking to him, to break the awkward silence that filled the space between the two of you but Atsumu had already gotten ahead of you.

“Not going to extend the invitation for yer dinner?” His tone returned to its usually annoying self.

You look at him with a blank face and tired eyes. “Are you joking? It’s not like you’d come anyways.”

It was hard to believe that you two were once friends. Now you two could barely be in a car together without it imploding. He was the one that left you out of things, he was the one that no longer wanted to be your friend when you two were 8 years old. So why was antagonizing you over an invitation he wouldn’t even accept in the first place?

He just wanted to pester you in every way possible.

Minutes passed and once again the car was quiet as a mouse. Till Atsumu, once again sparked up a conversation.

“Yui,” You whipped to face Atsumu in the diver seat.

“Excuse me?”

“Yui. What did she say to ya?” He spoke without taking his eyes off the road, foot shifting between the gas and the break.

You were too tired to lie or ask why he cared, so you answered truthfully. “Your girlfriend didn’t like your nickname.”

“Not my girlfriend,” he said curtly while turning the wheel to turn on to your street.

“Fuck buddy, whatever.” you aimlessly correct yourself.

“Not anymore,” Before you could even comprehend his response, you two passed through the white gate lining the mansion.

It was far later than you thought you’d be home. The moon sat brightly in the sky as it was surrounded by small stars. it was basically night You only hoped that your mother wouldn’t be mad.

Unexpectedly, Atsumu helped you carry the grocery bags into the house. He strung 4 bags on his arms as you were left to carry one. You insisted that you can carry half his load but he was already through the door.

“‘Tsumu! y/n! Bless your hearts, thank you kids so much.” your mother said as you two placed the grocery bags on the counter in the kitchen. “Thank you for taking her, ‘Tsumu.”

“Of course, Obasa-” before atsumu could finish speaking to your mother something had caught his attention from the dining room.

Or perhaps, someone.

Before you knew it, Atsumu ran to the dining room and stood in front of the table. Instinctively, you follow him to the scene in front of you.

Sitting at the table was Osamu across from Mrs. Miya, and in between them, at the head of the table, sat a man you had not seen in a long time.

Miya Kaito, the twins’ father

“Atsumu” his father's voice sounded cold and hard as it said his son's name. Atsumu must have thought the same thing as you could see him wince at the sound of his name rolling off his father's tongue.

“So now ya decide to come home? What, finally got tired of sleeping at the office?” Atsumu’s voice was blaring, anger coursed through his veins, the only thing he could see was red.

“‘Tsumu! Stop it!” Osamu shouted from his seat in hopes to stop his brother.

“I wanted to have a meal with my family, so just sit down, Atsu-” Atsumu cut his father off not wanting to hear what he wanted to say.

“Cut the bullshit dad! Yer too busy for us and yer too busy for ma. so don’t even fucking try to fix this family, ya broke it a long time ago!” Atsumu’s voice raised in volume.

“Atsumu!” Mrs. Miya shrieked for her son to stop.

“I’m here now, okay? So sit down!” Mr. Miya’s voice matched Atsumu’s in volume as he urged his son to stop.

“You’re a fucking idiot if you think I’m gonna sit down and play house with ya.”  was the last thing Atsumu said before storming up the stairs. You stood there in complete shock at what just happened.

Your eyes scanned the room around you. Mrs. Miya held her head in her hands as Osamu's face grew in irritation. Their father stood there with distraught painting his face. Your mom was still in the kitchen, but she still glanced with worry with her hand over her mouth.

Everyone in this house was shaken because of him.

Osamu stood from his seat to go after his brother but you decided to instead. Osamu shouldn’t have to worry about his brother when he's going through the same thing.

You ran up with stairs faster than you ever have to catch up to him.

“Atsumu!” you called from him as you followed him up the stairs. He ignored you as he reached the top of the stairs and walked towards his room's door.

“Atsum-” Your second attempt was deemed successful in getting his attention as he turned around and pushed you against the wall, caging you in his arms.

“What do you fuckin’ want, y/n?” His voice dripped with pure anger. He looks distraught. His eyes were red and glassy and his skin was turning an unnatural shade of red.

“Atsumu, I know you’re mad at him but just go downstairs and talk to him! Everyone’s upset. Just give him a chance.”

“What the fuck do you know about how I feel? Ya got a good mom, yer going to a good school in America and ya live in a big house, which is mine by the way. Yer miss perfect! So don’t you fucking dare tell me what to do. This isn’t your place to speak.” He yelled inches away from your face.

You parted your lips to say something but he left before you could. The slam of this door was deafening to your ears. You stood there, in front of his door in utter shock.

You knew he had a right to be angry, and in no way you were denying that right. But Osamu had every right as well, and he was sitting downstairs beside his father.

Why was it different for Atsumu? Why should he be allowed to create this mess and let everyone drown in his actions?

Why couldn’t he just try?

Atsumu’s words about you left a burden heavier than any weight that has been placed on your shoulders. If you could not speak about his family, why could he speak so thoughtlessly about yours?

Broken families came in all sorts of shapes and sizes; he out of all people should have known that the best.

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