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vxsellie · 4 months ago

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UHH IM THER PERSON WHO ASKED FOR FIREFIGHTER!ElLLIE HEADCANONS AND TBH IDRM😇

synopsis. more aflame headcannons bc anon sent a second ask saying they actually want it to be specific LMAO

notes. when i tell you my inbox is flooded with questions about aflame / whether there will be a part two / etc etc etc, i mean it's FLOODED. ive said no to a part two, but i decided doing this for u guys might settle u down & put a rest to the millions of asks i get daily on that fic also! i already posted a small thing about ellie & the reader's life together following the story, but i will be repeating things from that post

warnings. mentions of grief (unnamed character dw), discussion of infant death (also unnamed but still a bit heavy), eventual sex (not necessarily smut but enough that i feel i should put a warning)

𐙚 after everything, you ended up staying with ellie for about a month

𐙚 okay so you obviously ended up staying with her & lived happily ever after

𐙚 but lets yap about the slow burn era that inevitably took place beforehand shall we

𐙚 first of all! for the first two weeks, she gave you her room and insisted on sleeping on the couch. you, of course, felt horribly guilty. but ellie was set on giving you the good option & she's quite the force to be reckoned with when she's arguing.

𐙚 so you eventually just gave in and slept in her bed.

𐙚 it was warm and clean and smelled like her. you loved it. the only thing it was missing, however, was her.

𐙚 to make matters worse, you knew ellie was only a short distance from you & yet it felt like you were eons apart. you felt the empty space in her bed like a hole in the earth, always hard to face whilst simultaneously always begging for your attention.

𐙚 understandably, these two weeks spent in separate sleeping quarters was nigh unbearable for you. but you felt out of place to bring it up. i mean, you'd only known her for a short amount of time. who were you to tell her to change the layout she'd si graciously designed for you?

𐙚 you spent the nights yearning for a woman whose touch you'd barely known, cold despite the heavy blankets atop you.

𐙚 but the days were amazing.

𐙚 you'd developed the habit of cooking breakfast after making it that first morning as a thanks for her hospitality. but after seeing the bright look on her face, you'd instantly decided you wanted to make her breakfast every day for the rest of your life.

𐙚 then, following breakfast, you'd get ready in the small bathroom. the first few days, you bumped into one another an immeasurable number of times, ellie apologizing over & over for the lack of space. but you loved it. it felt more intimate, seeing her rush while brushing her teeth because she'd woken up late. it felt like a life you could get used to. one with her.

𐙚 ellie continued to go to work, throwing on her uniform that you tried your hardest not to swoon over seeing her in. that thin black tank top she wears without a bra? fuck you had to force yourself to look away when she stretched her arms up to brush her hair.

𐙚 when she was gone, you spent your time looking for a new place to stay, lazing about the couch with the tv playing low in the background.

𐙚 oh and also! your fucking boss fired you. despite having worked at that stupid grocer for a year now, he didn't hesitate to fire you after missing a few days. you'd even told him that your apartment burned down. he was insistent that punctuality was key. god you hated him.

𐙚 though, your hatred dulled in comparison to the pure rage ellie felt when you told her the news. she was absolutely appalled that someone could be so inhumane as to not give a damn that your home was now a pile of ash on some pavement. she begged you for his number, promising not to say anything bad. but you knew her better than that. you knew she'd call him insults that'd destroy his elderly pea brain. so, apologetically, you refused her his phone number.

𐙚 so, while ellie was away, you also browsed your laptop for open job opportunities near you.

𐙚 ellie said that she could talk miller into hiring you, but you weren't so sure the life of firefighting was for you. plus, you liked seeing ellie in her uniform without having to experience the obligations that come with it.

𐙚 when ellie got home from work every day, she'd be sweaty and gross and exhausted. she'd formed the habit of flopping down on the couch as soon as she gets home, but you've managed to rid her of that once you saw the grimy muck she'd left on the cushions. she's now learned to shower and change before getting on any furniture. honestly, she seems to like that habit more anyway. she refuses to admit it, but you can tell she enjoys the warm water relaxing her muscles and washing away her fatigue.

𐙚 amber also loved it there, alternating between cuddling up with you in ellie's bed or snuggling at ellie's feet on the couch.

𐙚 well, until the day you guys decided to sleep in the same bed.

𐙚 she had come home after a particularly taxing day at work — the first rescue she'd carried out since saving you. it was a single mother and two twin infants. one of the twins didn't make it, sending the mother into a grief ridden spiral. she was sobbing and angry and needed someone to blame. she ended up blaming ellie, the woman whose name she didn't even know. it was horrible. not that ellie could blame her for it. grief comes in every shape and form, and for this woman she just so happened to take the sharp end of the sword.

𐙚 ellie, being who she was, stayed relatively composed during the event itself. the woman banged on her chest as she wailed, shouting that she should have done more and she would have preferred to have burned.

𐙚 eventually, one of Ellie's coworkers dragged the woman away from her and ellie was excused to go home early.

𐙚 when she got back, she was absolutely distraught.

𐙚 you had just made a new recipe and were waiting in the kitchen for ellie to return with a bright grin on your face. but the moment she walked through the door, your smile shattered.

𐙚 her uniform was scorched and torn, her face lined with filth. and, oh, her expression was heart wrenching. her lips were parted, eyes blank as they stared at the floor. she trudged into the living space, shoulders trembling ever so slightly, and flopped down onto the sofa in a manner you hadn't seen her do in quite some time.

𐙚 you were quick to rush to her side, crouching down beside her as you asked what happened. in a shaky voice, she explained that she'd gotten a baby killed. the pure regret and guilt in her tone made your heart crumble a little in your chest.

𐙚 you moved to sit on the edge of the couch, pulling ellie into your arms as you held her. the feel of your body against hers was all it took for her to break down into tears.

𐙚 she tried her hardest to remain dignified, tears falling silently. but when you began to run your hands through her hair and mutter sweet words of consolations, her cries were less orderly as she clung to you and repeated over & over how it was all her fault.

𐙚 for the rest of that night, she was unable to leave your side. she made you sit on the toilet while she showered. then she made you stay in the bathroom while she changed (you turned around). then you two ate dinner together on the couch while watching a funny adult cartoon to cheer her up, your legs touching at all times.

𐙚 so, when it came time for bed, you'd have been cruel not to offer her the empty space beside you.

𐙚 to say she was excited would be an understatement.

𐙚 you guys laid in silence for a bit, comfortable in the company of the other. but then she spoke into the darkness, her tone thick with the weight of all she'd bore that day. she explained everything in more detail, telling you the story without the bias of her guilt.

𐙚 her voice cracked when she got to the boy's death, her voice pitching higher as she fought a second wave of tears.

𐙚 you shifted toward her, sheets rustling in the darkness. you felt around for her, hand eventually finding her body. you pulled her into a warm embrace, holding all of her vulnerability and grief in your two arms as she relaxed into you, melting against the foreign gentility.

𐙚 after that night, you guys started sharing the bed.

𐙚 amber loved it, of course. both her people in one space? absolute heaven for the elderly cat. some nights, she would curl up in the crook behind your knees & other times she'd find comfort atop ellie's face, causing her to wake coughing and hacking up balls of fur.

𐙚 your guys life was one of (much deserved) bliss and domestic comfort after a long period of difficulty.

𐙚 you had yet to do anything actually romantic. but sharing the home felt just as intimate as kissing would have been. though, you ought to admit, you definitely had your fair share of fantasies when it came to that.

𐙚 anyway!

𐙚 and all the while, you sought out a new place to stay

𐙚 you didn't want to move out of ellie's tiny cottage of a home, but you'd have felt horrible asking her to stay permanently when your relationship wasn't even a solidified thing just yet. and so, you searched the internet for worthy places to house you.

𐙚 ellie avoided the topic of you finding a new home, changing the subject whenever it came up & trying to distract you with something else whenever she saw you were looking at houses. you caught on to this, of course. but frankly, you found it endearing and just let it be. you didn't want to draw attention to her blatant distaste for you leaving, for fear that it'd embarrass her. so you feigned oblivion.

𐙚 ellie went with you to every open-house, claiming she just wanted to watch out for creepy realtors. however, whenever you seemed to genuinely like a house, ellie would find something to complain about to make you no longer want to buy it

𐙚 at first, you let it slide because you knew the two of you were beginning to form some kind of bond.

𐙚 but you eventually had to butt in when you spotted her paying off a realtor when they'd both thought you were checking out a different room. she apologized endlessly for it, but never gave an explanation until you practically forced it out of her, asking what the hell she thought she was doing.

𐙚 that's when it all unraveled.

𐙚 on the property of some random shabby house in an impoverished neighborhood, in a kitchen composed of rotted wood cabinets and peeling wallpaper and chipped floor tiles, ellie confessed her feelings for you. and it couldn't have been more perfect.

𐙚 the realtor had obviously left the scene beforehand, fleeing from shock when you'd walked in on him accepting a wad of cash from ellie.

𐙚 and there you stood, in the hollow house, her words of adorations echoing off the walls. her eyes were everywhere but your face, avoiding making eye contact with you. eventually, you'd grown sick of her rambling and just grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her.

𐙚 it was a quick peck. a small pressing of lips, just to test the waters and silence her uncertainty. when you pulled back, her face still between your hands, her pupils were blown and her jaw was slackened. you laughed at her, a chuckle rumbling your chest.

𐙚 she gasps, offended by your judgement. but you couldn't stop laughing. she eventually reconnected your mouths, her turn to silence you.

𐙚 this kiss was far more passionate, her hands coming to rest on your hips as her tongue slid across your lower lip. you opened your mouth to allow her entry & she took it vehemently, tongue exploring the warmth of your mouth.

𐙚 from then on, you guys were inseparable in a whole new fashion. the moment you'd gotten home that day, she dragged your straight to the bedroom and memorized the curves and dips of your body with her tongue, giving so much care to your being that you were sure she'd eventually run out of love to give.

𐙚 your hands gripped the tufts of her hair as she buried her face between your legs and continued her memorization down there, your head thrown back in pleasure.

𐙚 you'd eventually lost count of how many rounds the two of you went, a thick layer of sweat clinging to your skin as she shyly asked if you had anything left in you. and of course, you could never deny her anything. you giggled before rolling over to tackle her to the bed, eyes full of nothing short of love.

𐙚 you two only stopped when pounding could be heard on the door.

𐙚 ellie rushed to pull her clothes back on as you did the same, her voice shouting at the visitor to just wait a damn second. though, when she opened the door, it was agnes.

𐙚 she pushed past ellie and went straight to you, though you were still pulling a shirt over your head.

𐙚 she beckoned the two of you to the living room, you and ellie both flushed and out of breath as you sat down across from her. every time you two made eye contact, you had to look away before you hopped right across that table and fucked her again.

𐙚 agnes made small talk for a little bit, asking you about work & whether you'd found another place to stay. though, when you shyly explained that you were planning to live with ellie, she scoffed loudly and said,

𐙚 "oh, finally! i was waiting for one of you to tell me. i'm not a fool, dear, i can tell you've been fucking like rabbits. just didn't know i'd have to force it outta you."

𐙚 from there on out, it was no longer awkward. she was herself again, making suggestive comments to you and passive aggressive ones to ellie. and when amber came up to her for cuddles, she stayed for another two hours just holding the cat.

𐙚 needless to say, you and ellie managed quite well. you have yourself the most perfect life you could ask for and all the family you could need (even if it's just agnes barging in on you guys whenever she pleases). honestly, you couldn't ask for anything else.

#vxsellie !#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie willams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x you #sequel #finally

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suhkusa · 7 months ago

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EGOIST 22. FINAL.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. timeskip, angst, fluff, little surprise at the end

A/N. this is it!!! thank you for those who have stuck around for the past year, i'm sorry it's taken me this long but i hope it was somewhat worth the wait!!! i enjoyed reading your comments and asks about the series sm. this series challenged me in many ways, but helped me get back into writing. i love u all sm and thank u again <3 ps if u have any questions or want me to answer some “whats if”s feel free to send an ask!!!

-> MASTERLIST.

3 YEARS LATER.

Atsumu is absolutely hyped.

He’s finally here, the real big stage. The Olympics.

Never in a million years would he have thought that he’d get here alongside many other amazing volleyball players. He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears his name being announced, leaving from under the stadium seats to run out to the main courts, allowing himself to flourish in the loud cheers.

Atsumu was on his A-Game, he didn’t care who he’d have to go against, he was determined to win.

The rest of his team came out shortly after Atsumu, the group of them huddled up near the coaches as the other team was loudly called out. The first match they had was against the U.S, and something about that sounded familiar, though he didn’t bother to think too much into it. He squinted as he listened to his coach yap about doing good out there and not let them get under their skins.

After the other team is lined up, the Japan team is lined up in front of them. There’s some commencement announcements that are being played on the speaker, allowing Atsumu some time to enter the zone.

When the whistle blows, everyone takes their positions. Atsumu is ready.

The match starts with the sound of a buzzer. And everyone is on the move.

The U.S’ team was definitely a challenge for Japan’s, but after the rigorous training they’ve been put through, the win was more than easy to steal, the match ending at the 4th set with Japan named the winners.

Everyone cheered as they celebrated their victory in the main court. As Atsumu’s eyes scanned through the U.S’ team, his eye was caught on a woman who stood by the coaches.

His gaze went right past her at first until he backtracked and looked again, this time more intently.

The adrenaline running through his body stopped almost entirely as he froze in place.

It couldn’t be, could it?

–––

It’s hard to celebrate along with the rest of the team when his heart and his mind caught on to you.

After going to multiple therapy sessions, he’d finally found it in him to let you go. From his mind at least, not so much his heart.

But it felt like all the progress he was so proud of himself for making just washed down the drain. Just at the mere sight of you. Did you see him? Were you proud of him even though you were on the opposite side of the court? Were you involved with any of those men on that team? How have you been? You cut your hair? Seeing you let the many thoughts that he thought he had locked away loose. Though, he wasn’t sure if he was so mad at the occurrence.

Perhaps it was fate’s cruel way of reminding him that his past never really goes away. But even so, he knows better than to go out of his way to find you. The last time he talked to you was a hard time in his life, and you made it more than clear that you wanted nothing to do with him.

“You coming, Miya?” his teammate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, called out to him. The two had been chosen from the MSBY team together, alongside Hinata and Bokuto.

“What, where?” Atsumu replies, a confused look on his face as his eyes meet Sakusa’s.

“The guys wanted to go to the Olympic Conference party, it’s at the facility down the street,” Sakusa is applying hand sanitizer to his hands as he continues, “Participants in the Olympics are all invited, but you don’t have to if you’re tired,”

Atsumu gets up, stretching his limbs out before finally deciding on going. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind getting some fresh air,”

The two of them join the others as they make their way into the shuttle that’d take them to the Olympic Conference.

The place is bigger than it looks on the outside. He sees people from the swimming events and even the ice-skating events. The amount of people nearly overwhelms him, which is surprising for Atsumu Miya since he usually enjoys parties. He wasn’t quite sure where to go so he opted to follow Sakusa around, joining him in getting a drink by the bar.

“Be sure not to drink too much,” Sakusa turns to the other man as they both down the drinks they were given. Atsumu gives him a funny look, “I’m serious, we still have matches to play,”

“Obviously, I’m not stupid,” Atsumu rolls his eyes, “Just needed something to take the edge off, y’know?”

Sakusa raises his eyebrows in turn before gesturing to Atsumu that he was gonna go. “Oh, I’ll follow,” Atsumu replies.

“You sure?” Sakusa looks back at him.

Atsumu confused, an eyebrow raising in response, “What? Yeah, I don’t have anywhere else to go, Shoyo and Kou already went their own ways,”

“Ookay, then,”

Atsumu is surprised as he follows Sakusa through the crowd. He wonders where they’re going as they leave the big crowd and make their way to the smaller party rooms.

“Kiyoomi!” a voice calls, and it causes him to freeze in his steps.

The other man walks a bit further up, leaving Atsumu behind. Atsumu watches as a smaller figure embraces Sakusa in a hug.

“It’s been a while, Y/N,”

The sound of your name was almost foreign. Genuinely, it feels like he hasn’t heard that name in a millenia. He isn’t sure if he should go or keep standing there like an idiot, but fate chooses for him as you let go of the black-haired man and catch a glimpse of Atsumu behind him.

This is what Sakusa was talking about.

“Oh,” falls from your lips, “Atsumu? Is that you?”

He feels almost faint at the sound of his name coming from your mouth, your voice. His response comes out on his own.

“Y-Yeah, it’s been a while, huh?” He curses himself for the tenseness of his words.

You give him a smile, saying something to Sakusa that he can’t quite interpret before you walk closer to him. Were you coming up to him or walking past him? His mind turns to goo as you’re a breath away.

“Did you want to come outside with me? It’s a little hot,”

It wasn’t that hot, it was actually somewhat cold, but Atsumu nodded and followed your lead. He doesn’t want to say too much, he’s scared. He’s scared if he were to say the wrong thing, he’d wake up from this dream.

Atsumu’s getting deja vu as you lead him through the big crowd and through the double doors.

The two of you stand beside each other, letting the cool air blow past. It’s silent aside from the cars that drive by, and the distant music coming from inside.

Atsumu is getting anxious with every passing second, he can’t stop himself from speaking.

“How have you been?” He's thankful the words that escape are normal and not created off the impulsive thoughts he had earlier.

He hears you take a deep breath before you respond, “I’ve been good, like actually. It’s really nice in California,”

You sound genuine and it makes him a little less tense.

“At first it was hard, since I only understood a bit of English, but I guess Duolingo really helps you out,” you laugh, “But I’ve met so many people, a lot of celebrities especially since they come to the games sometimes,”

“That’s good, Y/N,” Atsumu gives. He’s not sure what else to say.

There’s a hesitant look in your eyes, “How… how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, too. My brother recommended me to his therapist so I did that for a while,” your eyes widened in surprise at that.

“That’s good, Atsumu,”

He nods, “Yeah. Other than that, it’s been the same old, just playing volleyball,”

The two of you sit in another round of silence.

He’s surprised when you’re the one who brings up the subject he’s been dying to know.

“Have you been seeing anyone else?” your eyes find a place in the opposite direction of him.

“No, not at all. Not since, well, you know,” he beats himself up mentally for the way he worded that. Was that necessary? “And you?”

“Nope, I’ve been too busy, but I’d be lying if I said I’ve been celibate while here,” you let out a breathy laugh. “Party culture is huge in California,”

Your words prick a little at Atsumu’s heart, but who was he to judge?

“That’s cool,” a faux laugh escapes his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” your words caught him off guard, “I can’t lie to you, I have your name blocked on everything, so I didn’t know you were on the Japan National Team, but I’m proud of you,”

“It was definitely a shock to see your face from across the court,” you continue. “I hate to bring up the past, but I’m sorry for how harsh I was that night,”

“It’s fine, it was my fault,” Atsumu smiles down at you.

“Time away allowed me to really get in tune with my emotions and thoughts, and I finally think I was able to really forgive you. I mean not that it matters, I just think seeing you made me feel nostalgic,”

He laughs, “No, I get it. I feel similar,”

“To be honest, I wasn’t planning on seeing or talking to you at all during my time here. I was hoping we just wouldn’t cross paths, but I’m glad we did talk. Genuinely,”

“Same, Y/N. I’ve been thinking about you since I saw you on the court, and it was really scary considering I haven’t thought about you that much since years ago. But talking to you really helped, and I think maybe I finally got the closure my therapist was talking about,”

You share a small smile, “That’s good,”

The wind blows a bit harsher, the passage of time didn’t really click with Atsumu until now.

“You want to head inside?” he holds an arm out, which you hook onto.

“Sure,”

The rest of the Japan team are huddled in their own little group when the two of you approach them. Shot glasses are shoved into your hands before you can rebuttal.

“I really shouldn’t–” Atsumu pushes.

“Just do it, Tsum-Tsum,” Bokuto smiles.

Cheers, echoes through the air as the lot of you raise your glasses and down the hard liquor.

“I’m gonna find a seat just in case I collapse,” you whisper into his ear. He chuckles to himself when he remembers how much of a lightweight you are.

“I’ll come with,”

He’s surprised how quick you are to start yapping. Laughing as you go on and on about your ventures in California. It’s interesting though. The states made you glow and have definitely changed your demeanor.

“I miss home, though,” you whine, “But I’m glad I’m coming home soon,”

Your words cause a brow of his to rise, “Soon?”

“Did Omi not tell you?” you mumble, there’s a confused-worried look on your face, “I’m coming back to Japan after the Olympics,”

“What?”

Your eyes widen, “W-Why? Should I not?”

“NO- I mean no, that’s great news,”

He can see you visibly settle down at his words. The two of your bodies melt into the couch as the time passes. He’s looking around, watching the other party goers have their own fun. Your breath falls into harmony with his own.

The news you just dropped on him was definitely a shocker. He wasn’t quite sure how to process it.

Would you be coming back to MSBY? Probably not, huh? Maybe a nearby team? Maybe he should stop getting ahead of himself. He looks down at you, your eyes are dozing off.

“Atsumu,” your voice is small as it calls out for him.

“Yeah?”

“Do you still like me?”

FORGIVE OR FORGET

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montimer · 5 months ago

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Spiderman x hero!reader

Gn!reader,could be platonic or romantic

Meeting him is in a middle of a fight. Right after the fight is done he starts circling around you, asking questions. "Heyy there. You helped! Thanks buddy! Whats ur name? Are you a hero too? Where did you come from-oh and ur costume-" your head gets hurt from this for sure.

After managing to answer his questions his eyes squiz into a smile. Mans so happy to have someone else around. Especially someone like you.

He likes sticking (get the joke?) around you. Ur kind, and strong and he likes ur company.

Hes such a sweet guy. He makes a lot of jokes and even attempts to amaze you.

He'll show up at random times. Hanging from somewhere, right in front of you "Y/n! What a surprise to see you here!"

Or stuck to a wall yelling out to you waving his hands.

Plus point of ur a spiderperson too, cuz he will def swing around with you. If ur not thats fine too, he can always follow ya.

After bein friends for a longer time, his trust will grow. He lets you know who he is and he'll know who u are.

He loves to give you hugs before parting ways. Its never "goodbye" but its always "See ya around?" It usually sounds like as if hes asking it, afraid if you go.

He wants to hang out w you, not just have you on missions together. He'll invite you to his place. Play games, eat, yap about stuff.

Okay but imagine if u were a fan of him. Like having spidey merch around. If u have a plushy it'll melt his heart. Tbh anything does.

When he was sad you always comforted him, hugging and petting his back. Saying ur there for him. So when you're feeling down he'll do the same. He'll hold you close to his chest.

He'll get so worried if you get injuries in a fight. He has lots of med stuff so he could patch you up in no time

He likes ya very much <33

#spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman #spidey #hero reader #marvel #marvel x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker

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ev3rgreenxtrees · 10 months ago

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Hey can u please do girl dad Matt fics and he has twin girls who are like 14 or 15 and when one gets a bf he realises that he’s getting old🤍

Idk if that makes any sense 😭

Time Flies By

-M.S

Synopsis; Matt and you have two beautiful girls together. He was now in his mid/early thirties, as you were, and your two girls were growing up, but Matt only realized when they both came home with new news.

Pairing; Dad!Matt Sturniolo X Mom!Fem Reader

Warnings: Cussing

You were laying down with Matt on your couch, cuddling into his side, when you heard the front door open and shut, signifying that your twin girls were home from school. Chris and Nick waddled into your vision, before your girls. The two had agreed to pick the girls up from school today, so it wasn’t anything that worried you.

“Okay, you two. Sit up.” Chris demanded, and your eyebrows furrowed as you turned to look at Matt, who seemed to have the same reaction as you had. You listened, however, becoming slightly worried. Had something happened with your girls?

You began searching the living room with your eyes, finding Nick escorting both seemingly nervous girls over. Had they gotten in trouble? Lilah, the older one was biting her lips. Something she only did when she was anxious. Olivia, however, looked calm. Confident, almost.

Lilah looked over at Olivia, who then nodded.

“I have a boyfriend.” Olivia smiles, and both your’s and Matt’s jaw dropped.

“I have a girlfriend..” Lilah mumbles. You and Matt couldn’t be more shocked.

“Yeah!” Chris giggles, jumping around as if he had just won the lottery. “Thats my girls!” He cheers. Causing both girls to smile.

“Um.. For how long?” Matt asks shyly- as if he wasn’t talking to his own children. Lilah speaks up first this time.

“A year.” She states. “For me. Not Liv.” She looks to Liv as Matt and your eyes widen.

“Today, actually. He asked me out today.” Liv hummed.

“Oh.” You hum. You were enthralled, but you were worried at the same time. You didn’t want either of your girls getting hurt, but you trusted them.

“C’mon! Show some enthusiasm!” Nick groans, gently shoving Matt’s shoulder.

“Holy fuck i’m old!” Matt laughs, breaking the tension. He stands up, to walk over to his girls, pulling them both into a reassuring hug.

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner, Lils?” He questioned, and she shrugged.

“I would’ve, but.. Since I have a girlfriend I was worried you wouldn’t accept me.” She hummed, and your heart broke. You hated that she felt like she couldn’t come to you. “But since Liv decided she wanted to tell you guys, I felt like I should, too.” Matt frowns.

“Aw, baby.” He coos. “You know i’ll love you, no matter what. I love all of you.” He smiles, ruffling Lilah’s hair.

“Yeah, yeah. We know.” She shakes her head.

Matt hums, looking back at you, who was still sitting on the couch.

“Y’know this makes us old now, right?” Matt smirks, and you fake gasp.

“I’ll never be old. How dare you, Matthew.” You place your hand on your heart while scoffing. You made your way to Matt, gently shoving him out of the way, hugging both girls, as he did earlier.

You wouldn’t lie, this did make you come to the realization of how old you two were getting, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle. You were together, and you had both of your beautiful girls. You had an amazing family. Thats all you need.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ Finn yaps❕ ;

Im so sorry this ones so short😭 I felt like keeping it short and simple would be good for this concept, but if you want me to rewrite it and make it longer, i can! thank you for reading <3

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ I do NOT give permission for my work to be published on any other site, nor to be claimed as your own . However , reblogs , likes , and comments are much appreciated ! 🤍

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#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #fanfic #christopher sturniolo #fluff #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #angst

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chanranghaeys · 18 days ago

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HIIII haneul it’s nice to meet u!!! said in the replies under your wip post that svt x myth caught my attention, but im also curious abt your yule ball fic!!

bonus: if none of the other asks mentioned a wip you wanted to talk about, u can disregard the above to yap abt that

-viv (heartepub/sarangcoups)

Ahhhh, the yule ball fic. Im getting heart flutters just thinking about it HAHAHDKSNS

I think it's canon by now that i just used to write these silly little fics with my friends before i branched out and started posting them. So i have k and @svtreverie to thank for all the delulu days and nights to build this hogwarts!svt au in our humble group chat, complete with the sorting, blood status, histories, friendships, endgames, and all that, and for allowing me to post my own stories from this universe we've made.

I originally wanted to post this last december for shua's birthday but.......life 🥴 all i'll say for now is it's a slytherin!shua x gryffindor!reader (i am reader) situation pls lemme cook i rly wanna do well by this!!

ALSO if there were any other wips i wanna talk abt its the subunit series!!

I cant run away hhu - another delulu world created w my friends where hhu is its own group and they all find love in their own ways

What kind of future vcu - smthn abt the butterfly effect i want to play with and ive always wanted to do a fic based on this amazing song

Solo songs pfu - i am thoroughly convinced perf unit has some of the most eloquent solo songs in svt that all have stories of their own contained in them, so i wanna poke on those

Thanks for this question viv! I love yapping if u cant tell HAHAHA just.....i need to do some real good cooking for these fics HUHU HELP ME THROUGH THIS YEAR WRITING GODS

#hani yaps #so many wips #so little time #why do i write like im NOT running out of time #sigh

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tryhardgwen · 1 year ago

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rs archive 10/26/2024:

hiii i just want to start this by saying that ur amazing kdjfsfhks already commented on ur fic 'all my love' but i want to yap more so here i am bothering u hahahaha when isay that that fic is my roman empire, i mean it. bec these are some of the things that suddenly crossed my mind regarding ur fic fkdjjhk

hyunjoon asking minhyung if he was sure about the promise ring and mentioning it in his best man speech, like oh my god. i know hyunjoon with his bleeding heart didn't mean it maliciously but wooje is stronger than me bec personally that shit would just kill me ksdjfhsk i would cry hahaha like damn, that was something AHAHAHAHHA that would keep me awake at night, i would have high-tailed it and never come back. screaming crying breaking down skfujhkd it was a shot straight to insecurities 😭

pls hyukkyu and sanghyeok is just <333 i love them, i will give them all my mortal possessions, i will jump in front of a bus for them. pls tell me they end up together forever happy ending period 😭 i know its not possible for everyone to just have a happy ending, bec that's really not how it goes, but plssssss tell meeee they end uppp happpyyy annddd not separateddd 😭😭😭

minhyung and minseok, i love them, go my children, be happy. so soulmate!! i cant believe gumakeria just invented love <333 butt i have a question since these two are so soulmate, did they have any instances where they got jealous of another person?? or are they literally a match made in heaven forged by god himself the angels are protecting them, that they are so secure in their relationship?? (did that make sense 😭)

ur just so awesome. if u have a fanclub, i am part of it, i will be the president hahaha like, people always say that to be a good writer 'show dont tell' and thats something that u got in the bad. like 10/10 everything is just so vivid and real!! anyy tips or advice to us fic writers who strive to be like uuuu?? hahaha

(sorry if this is too long kjfksdf)

hii!! sorry for the late response ;A; but omg thank you so much!! yes, you can yap to me anytime. i love yapping about my fics soo much and going on tangents. (roman empire is so flattering and too high praise thanK YOU???)

hyunjoon asking minhyung if he was sure about the promise ring is a fucking slap to the face HAHAHAHAH. but i think it correctly portrayed (wow "i think" as if im not the author) the confusing feelings and whatnot. like, at the time, wooje thought him and hyunjoon would be together forever. yet shown in homemade dynamite, even though he thought that he still wanted more and still wanted to leave. it was almost an acceptance but not quite what he wanted? wooje has always been envious of minhyung and minseok. hyunjoon didn't start until after he asked that and after minhyung answered. hyunjoon was going through a lot of ?? doubts at the time, because, typically dont people want more experience in romance? in the passage after, i also think its interesting because it shows that growing up everyone assumed hyunjoon was the flighty one and the one that was going to leave. wooje was the one that thought they would stay tgt forever, and hyunjoon wasnt sure. but the thing is in his mind, wooje also wanted to leave. hence why he did right? ppl were surprised bc.. well wooje doesnt tell people these things. as for woojes reaction to learning the information, hes stunned for a while. i think its a little ironic how he's hurt by it, in a way. like "what do you mean you didnt think we were going to be together forever?" when he was the one that ended up leaving. its almost selfish how he asks later--“Did you say those things to shame me?” as if it was about him. (it wasnt. sharing the story it was about minhyung + minseok and their dedication to each other, and hyunjoons envy). idk i think it was a very poignant moment i put in and im a little obsessed with it (im not narcissistic i swear im just intrigued by the things i write)

im not going to say a thing about sanghyeok and hyeokgyu. i do not want to get in trouble HAHAHAHHA . however, sanghyeok does have a spinoff in the drafts. this does not mean its coming out soon though because i have 18738234 wips.

minhyung and minseok are so sweet i finally freed gumakeria from the pain i give them in my other fics. when it comes to getting jealous of other people, nah. i dont think outright jealousy ever happened. maybe more of "spend more time with me?" from guma but not the insecurity and eating away feeling that jealousy gives. its definitely never from a place of insecurity.

as for tips and advice kajhahkr well you didnt ask advice on an indepth topic like description or dialogue so imma just skim over them all and say the stuff off the top of my head. theres the basics first. essentially, proper grammar and punctuation. every writer needs a good baseline. if you read my older fics, i struggled with this a bit--starting sentences with verbs (?? gwen why???) and having runons and such. after that its just a matter of figuring out what tone you want to convey and word choice. thesauruses are ur best friend if youre constantly looking for more specific descriptive words to use but make sure to define and make sentences if you dont know a word bcus u wanna learn it! that helps when it comes to description. sometimes when u get in the flow of a fic really fast its hard to do description so reading + rereading and adding more description as you read is a good tip! i do that a lot. figurative language is a broad field and it depends whether or not you like it but playing around with similes and metaphors can be fun! like you said, showing and not telling is important. when it comes to dialogue keep it simple and remember to properly format your dialogue..! its a big help with characterization; figuring out who would say what and who wouldnt is pretty important with that. keeping in mind characterization and dynamic between characters helps dialogue a lot too. i go back and forth in my head a lot when i write dialogue, and i also consider how i would respond as well or whats natural. as for characterization!! highlighting character motivations is important! what is their gOAL in the story, what do they want in the conversation. everything they say or do is trying to get what they want, whether its "to give up a secret" (minseok trying to talk to wooje about his college pre-reveal that he dropped out) or "to hang out."

um i spieled a lot im sorry. i too, am a yapper. but if u have any more specific questions feel free to shoot them here hehe. thank you THANK YOU for this <3 i had a lot of fun reading and respondng. i hope you have an amazing day <3

#gwen answers!#retrospring archive #writing advice #aml

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aengus-og-babie-blog · 6 years ago

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Brighter Imagination

Castiel x Reader

Summary: Y/n is a witch that has acquired a magical pencil that brings all of its drawings to life. She’s been feeling lonely and out of place because so she turns to her lively drawings for companionship. However, a certain curious angel finds Y/n talking to her sketchbook pages. He becomes concerned, as well as cautious when he realizes the drawings are filling Y/n’s head with lies.

Warnings: swearing, mild angst, it’s kinda weird and silly

Word Count: 2173

I run down the bunker stairs in rage. I can practically feel the steam flying out of my bright red ears. However, Dean stops me before I can get out of reach.

“Dammit, Y/n! Just listen to me!” He yells, clearly not in the mood.

“Why should I? You’re just going to criticize me for using my god given powers for good!” I snap back. I understand the boys’ reasons to be wary of magicks, but they know me. They should trust me. I’ve never given them a reason to not trust me.

“I know, but that doesn’t give you the right to take an evil witch’s shit! Who knows what it can do?” Dean argues.

“It’s a magick pencil, Dean. It’s supposed to bring the drawings created with it to life. See? I know exactly what it is and how to use it. There’s nothing inherently evil about this artifact. It’s merely how it’s used.” I defend myself, trusting in my magickal knowledge.

“Y/n, we know you can handle anything, we’re just worried.” Sam justifies his older brother. Despite that, I’m still fuming at the fact that they really don’t trust me with anything remotely powerful. I bet they think I’m going to lose control and hurt someone. I know what I’m doing. I’m a strong witch that’s fully in control of her powers.

“Thanks, but really it’s fine. I promise not to draw anything dangerous and blow up the goddamn bunker.” I finally storm off to my bedroom, needing to be away from the boys right now. I love them like they were my real brothers, but they really knew how to make me feel like shit.

A few days passed since my finding of the magick pencil, but nothing has happened. I’ve begun to believe the pencil was a fake until something scared the shit out of me. I started just by drawing simple doodles of cats and frogs, hoping they would jump off the pages and act as cute little creations. When this didn’t work, I began to draw more realistic looking pieces. I drew plants and books, but still, nothing came to life. Out of curiosity, I started sketching my favorite angel, Castiel. I knew his delicate face like the back of my hand, as I’ve spent so much shameless time staring at it. I didn’t go into much detail, but Cas was definitely there on the page in front of me. I wished for it to come to life, just to blink at me or twitch its nose, but it did nothing. I let out a heavy sign disappointed that the artifact was a dud, so I throw my sketchbook onto my bed. Walking over to the rest of my magickal artifacts, I scold the little pencil.

“You could have sat nicely up here with the rest, but no! You had to be a fake. Now I have to tell the boys and watch their smug shit faces.” I growl, tossing the pencil into my trash. I walk out, sulking into the library to find Sam and Dean. Sam is on his laptop researching for a new case. Dean is sitting with his legs up on the table, beer in hand, yapping at poor Sam.

“I told already told you, I can’t just be lured in with pie! I’m stronger than that. I need to be romanced first, at least.” Dean defends himself.

“Dude, you got caught by werewolves because they knew you liked pie. It’s your thing, your weakness.” Sam chuckles. I clear my throat, turning both of their attention to me.

“Yes, hello. I sadly must report to you that the magick pencil I found was a dud.” I inform the brother.s

“A dud?” Sam inquires. I sigh audibly.

“Yes, a dud. A fake. It doesn’t work. It’s a piece of shit regular pencil.” I hear the two of them sigh in relief. “What the hell guys? I’m actually upset about this!”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but that thing could have been really dangerous. We’re just glad that it’s not and that you’re safe.” Dean says with a sympathetic look on his face, but also a shit eating grin.

“Well, thanks. Glad you care.” I spit out, marching back to my room. I just want to forget about this whole thing. I wish I had never picked up the goddamn pencil. “Stupid piece of shit!”

“Woah! What’s that language for?” A strange voice asks. I let out a yelp, scanning my room to see who that was. No one was there.

“Who said that?” I ask defensively, holding out my hands ready to produce magick protection.

“Uh, down here,” The voice says. My eyes follow, and I spot my sketchbook.

“No way!” I run to it and to my surprise it was my drawing of Castiel that had come to life. That’s odd since the drawing didn’t sound like him that much. It was almost too peppy.

“Yes, hello! It is I, your humble drawing!” He says excitedly. I pull the sketchbook closer to view all of the moving details of my work. His eyes blinked, mouth moved, and whole being seemed to even breathe! It was incredible!

“This is amazing! Except, how come you didn’t come to life earlier?” I ask.

“Well, it’s not exactly instantaneous. According to my knowledge, your drawings must be of something you already know and it takes a while for the magick to fully connect the whole drawing. Creation isn’t easy, y’know!” He replies.

“It’s not creation, merely transformation. Using magick in this pencil to give life-like properties to a simple drawing.” I inspect the drawing more, fascinated by the way it moved on its own. I wanted to know more about how this magick worked.

“You’re prettier up close, too.” He laughs, making me blush.

“Oh, I wasn’t,”

“It’s alright. I can see why you drew me.” He says mysteriously. I was going to question him, but he continues. “Anyways, I heard you were quite upset just now. Why is that?”

“O-oh, well… I got in a fight with the boys because they think I’m not capable enough to handle the magick of the pencil…” I explain.

“What? But you created me so well! How could you not be capable?” He defends me. I smile, appreciating the support.

“Hah, yeah I know, right? They said it would be dangerous and that it’d create something evil.”

“Evil? Do I look evil to you?” I laugh and shake my head ‘no’. There’s no way Castiel’s face could look evil to me, anyway. “I think they’re just jealous. They know they could never be as powerful as you to create such an amazing thing such as me!”

Jealous? I can hardly see Sam and Dean as the jealous type, but perhaps he’s right. They said they don’t want me to become too powerful to the point I couldn’t control myself, but maybe they just don’t want me to get stronger than them.

“Maybe you’re right. Hehe, thanks. You at least made me feel better.” I thank my drawing.

“Of course, creator. I hate seeing you upset. You look so much more beautiful with a smile on your face.” He compliments me, making me blush again.

“Oh, stop.” I giggle.

“I’m serious! I want to make you smile all the time. I can tell the real Castiel can’t make you smile like I can.” This concerns me.

“Well, I wouldn't say that…” Castiel does make me smile, and I love it.

“Not in the same way, I bet. Has he defended you like I have? Or does he side with them?”

“I guess he sides with the boys. He hates whenever I get into dangerous things.”

“Exactly! He thinks you’re too weak to handle it, but I know better. I know my creator is strong enough to handle anything.”

“Hah, thanks. I think I like you. I’ll keep you around for a while after all. You’re the only one that seems to be on my side.”

“Sam? Dean?” Castiel comes into the bunker with a bag in his hand.

“Yo! Oh, sweet! Is that pie?” Dean excitedly gets up to snatch the treat from their angel friend. Sam gives his an unbelieving look. “What?”

“I also got beer and a pumpkin pastry for Y/n. Where is she?” Castiel asks, looking around the room for her.

“She’s sulking in her room,” Sam explains, continuing his research.

“Sulking?” Cas asks sadly.

“Yup. She found some stupid pencil on the last hunt we were on. It was a witch’s so she thought it was magick or something.” Dean says, starting to devour the pie.

“She said it was supposed to bring the drawings to life, but it was a dud,” Sam says with a frown. Castiel didn’t like the idea of Y/n sulking, so he decided to check on her.

Walking down the hallway to her room, he stops when he hears whispering. It was Y/n and someone else. His heartbeat raced when he thought of her and some unknown person in her room. Despite his fear, he knocks on the door softly.

“Go away, Dean! I know you’re just gonna rub the pencil thing in my face!” I quickly hide my sketchbook, just in case he decided to come in anyways. However, it wasn’t Dean stepping into my room. “Cas!”

“Hello, Y/n. The boys told me you were upset about a magickal pencil.” He explains, walking over to me. He sits next to me on the bed. The big dig from his weight causes me to roll closer to him.

“Oh, yeah. I-it’s no big deal. I just mistook it as something uh… special…” I could tell Cas knew I wasn’t being totally honest. He seems to be able to read me like a book.

“May I see?” Castiel asks gently. I had forgotten I had thrown away the pencil until now.

“Uh, sure…” I hesitantly go to grab the pencil out of my trash bin. Handing it over, Castiel turns it in his hands to inspect it.

“I believe you’re wrong, Y/n. There’s definitely something powerful about this pencil.” He turns and sees my sketchbook hidden under my desk. “May I test it on that?”

“U-uh, sure…” I panic, but I can’t say no to him. I try to flip to a different page before he sees, but my drawing speaks up.

“Hey, you! Leave my creator alone!” He growls. I facepalm.

“Who said that?” Castiel asks confused.

“I said it, you brooding chicken!” My drawing insults Castiel.

“Hey, watch it!” I scold him.

“Is that… your drawing? Talking?” Cas asks bewildered. I nod, showing him the drawing moving around and making faces.

“You better leave my creator alone or I’ll fight you! You boys haven’t been giving her the respect she deserves!”

“What is he talking about?” Castiel asks me, clearly upset by my drawing’s words.

“You don’t think she’s strong enough for magickal artifacts! You don’t let her go into dangerous situations because you think she’s weak! You don’t want her to become more powerful than you so you put her down!” The drawing exaggerates for me. Castiel stands there staring with wide eyes.

“Do… do you truly believe this?” He turns towards me with broken eyes.

“W-well, not exactly all of that, but…” I stutter, now embarrassed by this confrontation.

“I don’t let you into dangerous situations because I don’t want you to get hurt. I care too much about you to willingly let you do something that can hurt you. I know you are strong enough to care for yourself, but…” Castiel stares straight into my eyes.

“Y-you care about me that much?” I ask.

“Of course I do, Y/n. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” The honesty in his eyes fills me with joy. I never knew he felt this way. “I know Sam and Dean feel the same way, but I specifically can’t lose you.”

“Oh? And why is that?” I giggle, already knowing the answer.

“Well, I’m quite fond of you, Y/n. I make it my goal to protect you at all costs.” He reaches out to hold my hand.

“Excuse me? My creator doesn’t need you! She’s perfectly happy on her own with me!” My drawing butts in again. I grab him and crinkle him up, tossing him into the trash.

“It’s a shame you had to get rid of him. I especially liked that you had drawn me.” Castiel smirks.

“Oh, shut up!” I tease. Instead, he pulls me into a soft kiss. His lips are rougher than I thought but still perfect. We pull away and smile at each other.

“Let’s just keep this between you and me, okay?” I ask sheepishly, not wanting the boys to have more to make fun of me for.

“Alright. My lips are sealed.” He agrees. I pull him in for one last kiss before going back out to the boys, Castiel close behind with our fingers entwined.

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bakugou-tm · 7 years ago

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How about a scenario where s/o meets Katsuki’s parents for the first time?

Oh boy this oughta be good, I actually enjoy writing Katsuki’s parents they’re so wild

For the hundredth time you patted down your short black dress, you would have preferred to find one a bit lengthier but this was the nicest dress you owned.

Today was the day you were going to meet Bakugou’s parents, it wasn’t so much Bakugou’s idea, the whole situation was an accident honestly.

One day when his phone rang you picked it up for him while he was working out, little did you know it was his mother who was on the other line and she just about did everything but scream through the phone that she had to meet you.

And now here you were, in front of his rather large house as a nervous wreck.

There wasn’t any doubt that Bakugou’s parents had to be strict and talented to raise such a sharp tongued and powerful boy. For all you know they were probably government leaders or famous actors.

Once you noticed the house’s ornate design it only furthered your stress, every bit of this making you want to turn around and run for the hills.

But you couldn’t, you had to do this. For Katsuki.

Inhaling deeply you fiddled with you (h/c) locks before mustering up the courage to knock on the door. When you were met with silence you already began to over thing, did you knock too quietly? Or what if you knocked too loud and they thought you were rude?

Biting at your lip you looked down to your tapping shoe nervously, how were you going to survive this night?

With your mind deep in thought you didn’t even notice the door silently open until you heard a gasp and looked up to see an older man’s face, maybe around his late fourties.

“Oh my god…”

Blinking you rubbed the back of your head before letting out a sheepish laugh, “U..Uh hello sir I’m-”

You were going to continue talking before you heard a snort behind the man, a pair of crimson eyes burning down to your own, “Wrong house sweetheart.”

Your heart immediately dropped, was this not his house? You had double checked almost a thousand times before having the nerve to walk up to the door.

“Oh is this not Katsuki’s house?” You asked in a polite tone, trying to hold your cool together.

When you heard a bang from behind the man you flinched slightly, looking up to see the pair of red eyes come to the door, the figure slightly shoving the older man aside.

“No fucking way… you’re (l/n) (f/n)?” The woman hissed, her mouth agape as she looked you up and down.

Your own expression mirrored her for a second once you got a clear view of who this mysterious woman was. If you would have quickly glanced you would’ve though she was Bakugou himself. Her crimson red eyes and ash blond hair perfectly mimicked her boyfriend’s.

“U..Uh yeah that’s me.”

Letting out a yelp you jumped when a loud shriek escaped the woman’s mouth, her hands flying to her mouth, “Holy shit you’re pretty! How the hell did Bakugou get a hold of you hot stuff?”

Letting out a gulp your eyes widened when she yanked you inside, the father chuckling as he closed the door behind you.

“Look at those strong arms,” Bakugou’s mother purred, holding up one of your arms before turning around you to run her hand along your curves, “And that face! What beautiful structure, oh and I bet your teeth are dazzling.”

You watched the woman with wide eyes as she roughly opened your mouth looking around your teeth with a wild grin, you were about to nervously pull away until you heard stomps coming down the stairs.

“Oi oi what the fuck are you yapping about-” Bakugou began before he froze halfway down the stairs, watching as his mother held you by the face, looking up you offered a sheepish smile and waved to him with your free hand, watching his expression turn from shock to anger.

“Get your hands off her you fucking old hag!” Bakugou growled quickly storming down the stairs as he swatted his mother’s hands away from you before pulling you protectively beside him.

Your eyes still remained as wide as saucers; not just because of his mothers awkward outburst but the vain way Bakugou and his mother interacted.

“Oh don’t be dramatic Katsuki I can’t help it! When you bring this smoke show home you can’t blame me from wondering how the hell it happened!”

Letting out a polite laugh you hugged onto your boyfriend’s side in hopes of calming him down, even though his eye was still twitching a bit.

“Sorry about the craziness (s/o) we really aren’t that bad. I’m Masaru and this is Mitsuki.” The father said with a soft smile, wrapping his arms around his wife who was grinning over to you.

“O..Oh, it is a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou.” You said with a smile, bowing down before his parents before shooting up once his mother let out another excited shriek.

“Ohhhh she even has manners! I’m gonna keep this one!” Mitsuki said with narrowed eyes causing her husband to let out soft chuckled.

“MA!”

_______________________

After getting a grand tour of the house you were everything but unimpressed, Bakugou’s house was simply amazing. You weren’t sure what his parent’s jobs were but you knew they must have paid well.

Now the four of you sat in the dinning room, food laid out before you. Once Masaru set down the final bowl of noodles you all dug in, taking what you wanted from all the platters.

No surprise the food was delicious, after all Bakugou’s amazing cooking skills had to come from somewhere. Taking your spoon you sipped at your soup polietly before conversation struck.

“So…” Mitsuki said coyly, her crimson eyes staring deeply into your own as if she was trying to read everything about you, “How much did my little brat pay you to come here?”

Bakugou let out an annoyed growl, slamming his fist on the table while you bursted out into laughter. You loved his mother more and more by the second.

“Katsuki didn’t pay me anything, I actually love this little hothead.” You said with a smile, squeezing your boyfriend’s hand who responded with a tch.

Mitsuki let out obnoxious laughter before shoving more noodles into her mouth, allow Masaru to bring up a better conversation starter.

“So you go to UA, do you want to become a pro-hero as well?”

Looking over you smiled gratefully, this was the first normal question you had prepared for since you got here, “Yes actually, though I’m not in Class 1A, my goal is to become a pro-hero.”

Taking a sip of your water you noticed all eyes on you, feeling like you needed to say more at this point, “B..But if that doesn’t work out I’ve always been interested in the arts, fashion really interests me.”

You let out a relieved smile when you saw Masaru nod thoughtfully to your plans until you heard a glass slam against the table causing you to noticeably jump in your seat.

“Shut up, you’re into fashion?” Mitsuki cried causing you to freeze from taking another bite from your soup, “I’m a fashion and interior designer!”

Letting out a sigh of relief that she wasn’t in denial of fashion you then smiled warmly, that did explain why their house was so beautifully structured.

“That’s really cool! Did you design your home, it’s dazzling by the way.”

Mitsuki let out a laugh, a smug smirk appearing on her features that wasn’t too far off from Bakugou’s trademark smirk, “Hell yeah I did! Bakugou’s father is a photographer too, we totally gotta take you to the studio, you’d love it.”

Looking up from your food you nodded excitedly, the opportunity to go to a real studio would be amazing, “T..That would be amazing! Thank you Mrs. Bakugou!”

“Ahh you’re welcome kid, call me Mitsuki by the way, you’re one of us now.” Mitsuki said with a grin.

You couldn’t help the warm surge that was flowing through your chest, you were so nervous for absolutely nothing. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised if his parents loved you more than they loved their own son.

Looking over to Bakugou you saw him already looking down to you, even though his features seemed fairly neutral you noticed the proud tint in his eyes causing you to smile, you knew how much he wanted his parents to like you.

Continuing your soup, just about done with the delicious meal you looked up when Bakugou’s mom coughed, pointing over to her son.

“Although I gotta admit, I don’t dress that rugrat. His taste in clothes is horrific.”

Letting out soft giggles you looked over to your boyfriend who shoved his chair back before grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the room, flicking his mother off as you both made your dramatic exit.

You had a feeling his parents and you would get along just fine.

#katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou #bakugou x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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