#i am allergic to drama

[roo-bastmoon]

So I'm being reported...?

I came back from a 2 hour PET scan to find I'm being mass reported for "hating JK" and "spreading mis-info."

Let me just tell you something right now. I don't state things willy-nilly; I do my best to find credible sources. This is the best source I can find on the rules around combined streams:

Spotify can link the tracks if there are matches to audio fingerprinting, artist names, track names, and ISRC codes.. [...] Tracks that are linked will subsequently share a play count.

Source:

So as far as I can tell, Seven tracks that share an ISRC are being combined in counts on Spotify. However, if anyone gets better info from Spotify, PLEASE let me know and I will of course update and work to spread the new info!

And, look, I may not be going berserk like I did for Face, but I stream, buy, and vote for Jungkook and all the tannies--of course JK and Taehyung, too. It's what Jimin would want, and it's what I feel is right.

I'm OT7; I will never hate on any of our boys. I hope my character and my actions always speak for themselves, but if I lose my Twitter account--which I also use to vote for all 7 for awards, by the way--perhaps that's a sign from the universe that the environment there is too toxic to stay anyway.

No matter what happens, I'll still be supporting BTS to the best of my ability.

Love, Roo

[wetterfishguts]

Could you draw Harold, maybe, potentially.

no can do sorry

[weneedatdcharacterwho]

character who really hates vegetarians but noone else in the cast is vegetarian so they resort to complaining about old contestants

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[wheredidalltheusersgo]

What are your fav ships!😁

ok that's a tough one because I'll ship nearly anything (Minus the illegal ships)

but I gotta say....

bridgeoff Nowen Justowen Alecody Aleduncan Malejandro Heatherra BAWN!!!! Bethsay Scuncan Chazipper Zemma Lyler Gweoff raynebow tyleoff Spudrock Daddon Careulia (My friend's oc x canon ship) Breoff geowen Aletyler Zayne (Started liking it bc of a dream) Danpher Jo and literally any girl Crimsennui Alelightning (Electric eel) Jacques x nobody because I want to turn him into minced meat (I take screenshots of him everytime he's on screen) Aleowen

[fideidefenswhore]

latest promotional article for the tmatl production referring to anne stanhope/seymour as 'violent'...booooooo

[darwinquark]

how many emotional meltdowns can I fit into one chapter

[pipotato]

So I just watched some Owl House and I had to pause anytime some socially awkward stuff came on. I fear the day I will have to deal with this shit myself.

[savingthrcw]

Going to sleep, forgive all the ooc-ness of today (sorta ooc, it was still about the muses) but TO ALL NEW MUTUALS, while I will hit your ims to ask you if you want to plot etc, do feel extremely welcomed to check my pinned post and reply to starters, like starter calls, send memes, whatever you'd like <3

[kingsandbastardz]

So for basically my whole life I'd grown up with and was resigned to accept that the chinese concept of formal/nice clothing of my and the previous generation has been western clothes. So at any awards ceremonies or performances, entertainers would show up mostly in western suits/dresses and maaaaaybe you'll spot the occasional cheongsam if they're going for a Wong Fei Hong vibe. Which, you know, kinda sucks if you have any concept of western cultural imperialism in asia.

So when the hanfu revivalist movement started, I was waiting to see when it would enter the mainstream -- my hope was for fashion designers to integrate traditional/dynastic elements into their work and make it common place enough that I can buy this shit online for ME. Because I WANT.

Though some of the designs can be a bit hit or miss, I am LOVING what various stars and entertainers are wearing out and about now.

Anyway - here's a collection of Xiao Shunyao's modern hanfu inspired/hybridized stage outfits from the last couple years. For his MLC performances, his stylists seem to be borrowing inspiration from his Di Feisheng and possibly other character costume silhouettes.

I'd been seeing a few comments about how his outfits play with gender - and some of his outfits do! But I think the interesting thing to discuss is from which standard is he playing with gender? Because from a western perspective, the things he does with his western suit tops, belting on top of the jacket for a tightly cinched waist, and the addition of a trailing skirt = femme. But if you're talking from a hanfu-hybridized pov, that's just a modern take on hanfu and having any of those elements is not inherently femme and would often read masc to me.

So these things aren't necessarily gendered because they exist traditionally in chinese men's clothing or costume designs (ie video games, comics, historical fiction illustrations and film, etc, so therefore in the modern lexicon of masculine/acceptable for men):

presence or lack of a skirt

silky, velvety, gauzy or sparkly material choice, esp in formal or stage clothing

short or long length of skirt

embroidery

flowers/floral/bird designs

folding fans

certain styles of makeup

beading, gold, tassels, jewels

non-chunky jewelry

headbands

widely flowing silhouettes

What XSY's stylists are doing with some western clothing items are interesting. I'm convinced there have been one or two western jacket tops made of thinner material that they're folding over the front, and belting down instead of buttoning (which then matches with his other outfits that are designed specifically to do this). Then they're adding a skirt, cloak or bracer element to it.

The western portions often bring a military minimalist feel which they balance with a more gauzy material in the skirt or cloak portions.

Things I think are playing with gender:

row 1 - image 1: red di feisheng-inspired outfit

The lace-up girdle is there to match the bracers in both material and style. And it's positioned to be similar to the heavy belt that Di Feisheng wears. HOWEVER. That style of girdle/corset-like clothing item can't be divorced from the modern idea of sexy leather corsets. So imo, this waist piece on that outfit was a choice. Especially when paired with his allergic-to-collars-higher-than-his-sternum necklines. And if you take into context how masculine yet female coded his character is in the drama, the whole look evokes that.

row 2, image 1: black western suit with belt on top, hat, cloak, black boots and not-visible but also a black tassel fringe skirt

Hat and cloak moves the intention of the outfit from western toward a more Asian slant, because alone, it looks like a western black suit with western heeled boots, cinched waist with a lady's belt (seated photoshoot) and western style tassel skirt. The suit top consists of a vest and a shrug-like sleeve portion that appears masculine at first glance. But take the shrug and pair it with the tassel skirt (I can't find the red carpet photos but here is a better view of the skirt when seated), and I think you got a look that's both intentionally edging toward the femme in a western sense but also confusing matters by hiding within the parameters of both western and chinese traditional male styling.

row 2 - image 2 : white asymetrical western jacket styled in a front fold-over style, gauze skirt, trailing pearl embellishments

The more traditional leaning version of this is the white outfit in row 3 that he wears to the Hi6 Hello Saturday variety show -- the skirt portion on that outfit is one I'd consider non-gendered. Row 1, images 2 and 3 are examples of masculine/neutral uses of gauze that plays with flow of form but isn't inherently femme. This stage outfit is very western-appearing masculine suiting, until you hit the skirt which is giving me long ballerina tie-on skirt with the additional swan/mermaid pearl strings. Imo, another example of deliberately using traditional masculine styling but switching it up with the combination of material choice and make that is feminine.

row 2, image 3: black space military boots, black suiting, black -silver ombre sequin trailing skirt and white gauzy shawl with black floral design

The over all design is going for a masculine military-feel. (think this outfit for shen langhun) But instead of a thicker military cloak, it's replaced with a woman's gauze shawl and a skirt that trails behind him very much like the back of a woman's formal fish-tail gown when he moves around. If you take into context Wang Herun's outfit is a white-silver sequined dress cut in a way to also give a space-military-queen vibe, imo they both coordinated their outfits to balance out with both femme and masc qualities.

Thoughts? I'm curious what others think about this.

While I wait for the CNY photoshoot for XSY's red and black look, here's him with his stage collaborators with a nice range of skirt lengths, period influences and material choices. The woman in the center is the one with the most military-fighter design out of the bunch. The dudes are all in variations of formal-wear-with-good-kicking-boots (and lots of crotch space).

[luthqrs]

doctor who big finish audio stories!

⚠️ this post is no longer being updated or monitored x ⚠️

you may have seen my nuwho books post and thought “well that’s all good and proper but i wanted the big finish audio dramas >:(“ fear not, because i have a collection of those too and i am still not allergic to sharing :)

also up for grabs: doctor who novelisations (x) and torchwood big finish audios (x)

a list of what’s there + how to play below the cut x

things you’ll find here:

new who + misc

the diary of river song (series 1-12)

the tenth doctor and river song (series 1)

the tenth doctor adventures (series 1-3)

the ninth doctor adventures (series 1-4)

unit incursions (episodes 8.04 + 8.05)

unit nemesis (series 4)

missy (series 1-4)

the eighth of march (3.01 + 3.02)

masterful + terror of the master

rose tyler: the dimension cannon (series 1-3)

the paternoster gang (series 1-5)

master! (series 1-3)

time lord victorious (008)

once and future (005)

tenth doctor adventures: dalek universe (3.02)

classic who

the eighth doctor adventures (series 1-4)

stranded series (series 1-3)

doom coalition (series 1-4) (exc. 3.02.... working on it)

dark eyes (series 1-4)

ravenous (series 1-4)

classic main range (134, 135 + 168)

companion chronicles: the second doctor (vol 1-3 / series 10, 12 + 14)

gallifrey (series 1-3)

!!! torchwood audios have moved. they can now be found here !!!

and how to access them

press play!!

if you like to listen at 1.5x speed like me, you can use an independent media player. on ios, press the 3 dots -> open with: [audio player of choice] (i use evermusic)

make and save copies of what you want even if you don’t have time to listen right now. don’t rely on this link always being here.

want something you can't have?

if there's a particular story/series you wanted to hear that i don't have listed yet, send me an ask or pop it in the comments x

happy listening! x

[malewifeharem]

celebrity!danheng IL

彡- ,, a collection of my brainrots about dating danheng as diff types of celebs!

cw ⁞ none unless ur allergic to hot rich dragon fluff. not proofread.

an ⁞ i put my whole badussy into this from 3 am till 8. i wasnt gonna write so much for my first post but ehe.

imagine dancer!danheng who lets you join him during dance practice. you sit quietly by the side while you keep your eyes on his sweaty, concentrated form. the song he chose blasts in the background and his sneakers squeak with each of his movements. he's dynamic, powerful, sexy and everything you could ever dream of.

sometimes he worries that you'll get bored (as if) so he glances at you occasionally to check on you. the way you flare up in embarrassment at his sharp gaze is just a bonus. you really question how you managed to woo a water dragon twice your age (dilf?) but you try not to think about it too much.

he mutters a breathy "thank you, treasure," as you hand him his bottle. he doesn't realize you smiling like an idiot as you watch him replenish himself, your eyes once again locking in on your boyfriend's ethereal features. his slick-backed hair falls across his face as he tips his head back, revealing his crystalline eyes — divine, tranquil and pure, just like a river — much like his love for you.

imagine author!danheng who dedicates all of his time writing about his one and only muse — you. in fact, he's been writing about you for lifetimes now — in every new lifetime you two share together, he vows to devote his time to only you. when he's writing, he reminisces about your past dates together and pieces his heart and memories together and masterfully fits it into a vessel. once he's done, he proudly sends it to the publisher and patiently awaits the day he can show the finished book to you.

"how do you like it?"

he asks as he curls into you closer while cuddling (aw im gonna eat him i swear), eager to hear your opinion. Although he knows you adore whatever he writes, he still wants to see the way your eyes crinkle as you shyly giggle at the parts you recognize from your own dates. he wants — no, needs — to engrave the sight and sound of you in his mind so he can write it in his next script.

god forbid if anything happens to you. after inviting you into his life, he finds himself unable to write any angsty or tragic stories — he wonders why.

imagine actor!danheng who invites you as an exclusive guest to the film set. he's currently filming for a romance drama which involves him and another actress acting out a couple of lovey-dovey scenes — nothing more than that. that's what you tell yourself as you cringe, your brain conjuring up an image of another woman kissing him outside of set. you push your seething jealousy aside till you're both back in the dressing room. he doesn't miss the way you refuse to look him in the eye as he casually discusses dinner plans with you.

"what's wrong, darling? if this is about my acting during filming, i'll reassure you once more: whatever happens on set, stays on set."

he gently tips your chin up so you're both looking eye-to-eye. he relishes in seeing you all pouty for him, he can't help but chuckle when he observes the slight glossy look of your eyes — they hold a possessive, feisty glint in them that pulls on his heartstrings in the perfect way. he sighs sweetly before pulling you in for a warm hug, his tail coiling itself around your figure — caressing your back and relieving whatever doubts and worries you held before.

"let's create our own scenes tonight, my love."

[kennysboxergf]

hello! in a video sharky said niko was allergic to girls

what do you think about writing a smut where niko and yn are super loud in the house just bc niko wants to prove them wrong?

Prove him wrong ~ Niko Omilana

⚠️smut warning⚠️ —

You sat with the boys as they watched their new video. The “weakest friend” video with Filly, Darkest, George and Harry had just come out and no one had seen it all the way through so they all decided to get together in the cinema room to watch it.

Niko obviously had brought you along and you two had gotten comfy on a loveseat. You had seen Sharky and Chunkz approach Niko when your back was turned and it was probably some quip about him being too whipped for you.

That’s what you loved about him though. 

You were comfortable, half of your body on Niko. The atmosphere was great, the team was all laughing at the right places, a few of them mentioned how much time Filly took to answer and few of them feigned offence when someone got a question about them wrong.

You jarred when Niko raised his arm to point at Filly getting his middle names wrong. You rubbed his arm to calm him down as you chuckled at the drama in the room.

You were engrossed in the video when Sharky started giggling. Genuinely giggling. He was seated next to Niko, you looked over at him and then back at the video. That’s when you noticed what part of the video you were close to. You hadn’t seen the video but you were on the set when it was being filmed.

You watch as Sharky’s face fills the screen and Harry asks the question.

“What’s Niko allergic to?”

You watch as Sharky smiles with the (incorrect) answer, “girls?”

Sharky next to Niko bursts into laughter along with Kenny and AJ. The three of them laugh (a lot) more than warranted for the joke. Chunkz was smiling next to them but not going batshit crazy like the three boys.

Niko has no reaction, simply waiting for them to calm down. Once they did he grabbed your arm and made a show of leaving the room with a smile towards Sharky. You hear them laugh again as you leave but you know Niko’s got something planned.

A couple hours later everyone’s back in their rooms and you’re in Niko’s. He sits on the end of bed and you lean against the frame. You’re talking about just everything in general when he checks his phone and smiles.

You know that smile.

He edges closer to you with the same smile on his face. When he’s close enough he cups your face and kisses you. You smile and kiss back. 

He leans back and looks into your eyes. That’s when you hear the plan he’s been cooking up.

“You wanna prove Sharky wrong?” He asks.

You look up at him confused but you know he’s going to explain.

“We’re in the room right next to him, he said I was allergic to girls right? Let’s make him hear just how allergic I am.” He says his smile widening into a grin.

You chuckle at his schemes and tendency to over dramatise things but nod nonetheless.

He looks down from your face to your chest as he leans in closer, “it’ll be easier with less clothes” he says as his hands work at your top.

The two of you make quick work of undressing each other. He kisses you once you’re both naked. He continues kissing as he lays you down, grabbing a pillow to put under your head. You lay there, waiting in anticipation.

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear as he asks you if you’re truly ok with this. You nod and get up to kiss him on the nose. 

He nods back as his hands make their way to your boobs. He plays with them, eliciting small gasps from you. As his mouth attaches to your neck you hear him whisper, “make as much noise as you can baby”.

His kisses and bites make their way from your neck down your body. Goosebumps rose in his path as you arched your back up to meet him.

He chuckled into your skin before straightening once more. You watch as he leans over your body and into the drawers by the bed for some condoms. (Have safe sex, kids)

He slides one on and grabs your hips to position you right, you let out a porn worthy loud moan as he slides into you. You see him smile at you at the sound. You continue with the exaggerated noises as he pounds into you.

You hear him join in, moaning and grunting making sure that the noises were going through the wall. The noises weren’t so exaggerated though as he found the right spot inside you and started going faster. Your heart sped up along with your breath as you moaned your way into tomorrow. 

You feel his hands spread your thighs apart as he speeds up and your walls close along his length. He leans down to kiss you, never stopping the pace. You can hear him panting as he keeps going. You keep making noises.

The loudest yet was as you came, you essentially screamed in pleasure as he thrusted into you through your orgasm. The second loudest noise of the night was as he followed you into his orgasm. With one last snap of his hips you feel the warmth inside you. He manages to make the most erotic, loud noise as he does so.

It was comical. So you start giggling. He joins in as he slides out of you and starts to clean up. You guys sure showed Sharky, the mind blowing sex was probably just an added bonus to your boyfriend.

Around half an hour later you heard three sharp knocks at your door, you had dressed up and were cuddling on the couch watching something when the noise rang out. Niko yelled out a “come in” from next to you.

Sharky walked in, he had headphones draped around his neck and he looked genuinely distraught. You see Niko smile at his state and you mirrored the expression.

“What’s wrong?” Your boyfriend asked with feigned innocence.

“I’m sorry, okay, I am, please just tell me whenever you two decide to do that again” he begged, his hands held together.

Niko laughed and nodded at the man as he left. He turned to you with a glint of victory in his eye. “We proved him wrong.” He said simply.

—

🤭🤭🤭

as always requests are open and please just come by and say hi <3

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer!FemReader

Summary: From the LSU Tigers to the Cincinnati Bengals, their friendship never faded. Their feelings, however, grew stronger and even more oblivious. So obviously this was the job for Venus’ closest friends. Or will 3 years of dancing around each other crash down in 3 days?

Chapter 17: Operation Tiger

#Track9 Masterlist

Warnings: men with feelings, lots of feelings, all the feels, foul language, oblivious characters, angst with a happy ending.

A/N: ITS OUT! I DID IT and now I'm never reading it again, but y'all enjoy. If there are some grammar errors blame Grammarly (we got into a fight at 4 am). Also I edited this while having a dumb allergic reaction to my cat.

Word Count: 5.6k

Part Six 🖤

Friendships are a beautiful thing. Friend groups should be cherished for what they’re worth. These groups are rare, not because they’re hard to make but because they’re hard to keep. All friend groups have rules to keep the status quo for everyone involved. Team Shiesty even had some before they were ever known as Team Shiesty. An unspoken rule that they shared with all other friend groups was:

No one in the group should date anyone else in said group.

Fortunately for them that rule had yet to be broken.

Unfortunately for them two of their founding members had fallen for each other before the group could fully assemble. Which leads us to Operation Tiger. Our quarterback and Venus had been dancing around each other for far too long so the Atlanta natives of the group took it amongst themselves to create a new rule.

If your best friend is hopelessly in love and extremely oblivious to her suitor’s feelings for her, you HAVE TO INTERVENE.

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“If there’s one thing I don't miss about Atlanta, it's that damn traffic.” Venus lays back in her seat as the calmness of the suburbs settles in around her. Joe sat beside her in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel and the other tapping the hood as they came to a traffic light. He can’t help but smile at the look of pure boredom on the girl's face.

“I don’t understand why you wanted to drive 2 hours through awful traffic when you could've just hired a driver.” 

“Some of us like driving, you know. Plus it wasn’t that bad.” He shrugged as she pointed out the entrance to her parents' subdivision. 

“Yea yea, take your next 2 lefts then the first right and we’ll be at the house.” He nodded, following the directions through the never-ending neighborhood. 

“I remember absolutely hating it when we moved here. Part of that was just because I was in middle school, so I hated just about everything.”

“You think we would’ve been friends back then if we somehow went to the same school?” He asked jokingly before taking the last right. 

“Honestly J? Maybe? I was an emo chorus girl, but I wasn’t really afraid to talk to anyone if I needed to. I was also kinda nerdy so there’s that.” She shrugged. Soon they reached the cul de sac next to her house and he parked at the end of the driveway.

“Well I was the nerdy jock going through a very awkward puberty stage, so you would have never talked to me. You were probably too cool for me.” He smirked.

Venus playfully smacked his arm and shook her head, “I don't know what Mars told you, but I was not cool, I just talked to people.” Looking up at the light maroon house before her, the hidden anxiety about Joe meeting her parents crept its way back to her mind. 

‘But you were just friends, so it wasn’t that big of a deal, right?’

“You okay?” A shiver made its way up her spine before turning to the baby blue-eyed blond. “Take as long as you need, but I’m pretty sure someone saw us pull in.” He smiled. Blinding.

She attempted to match his expression, “I’m good. Just mentally preparing for the drama film that we’re about to walk into.”

Joe chuckled while pulling the key from the ignition and softly caressing her fidgeting hand. “Let’s go make you the main character then.” She let out a jittery laugh and attempted to shake the nerves off, but her fingers tangled with a loose string of her shirt. ‘Maybe this set wasn’t the best idea.’

Slowly her door was pulled open revealing Joe there with his hand out. Venus took a deep breath and let her friend guide her towards the door. Before either of them could knock or ring the bell, the door was yanked open by a girl with shoulder-length locs.

“Fucking finally! Come here.” Venus squeals as her best friend crushes her in her arms. A fruity but earthy perfume and castor oil fill her senses, images of the days when they walked around the mall complaining about their parents and school teachers flashed in her mind.

“I missed you so much babes.” They break away to wipe away the stray tears that had been shed.

She cupped and smushed Venus’ cheeks with her hands. “I missed you more, you’ve been held hostage by Louisiana long enough. I almost forgot how short you were.” Venus gasped and punched her in the arm.

“I take all of it back, I hate you.” She smirked.

Mars smiled while rubbing her arm, “damn, I forgot how hard you hit.”

“Can y’all move away from the door, so I can see this bitch?” A voice pleaded from behind them.

Mars rolled her eyes then moved over so the curly haired Latina could have a turn. “RiRi.” 

“Oh good, you still look how we left you.” She smirked before pulling her old roommate into a hug. 

“I’m going to try and not take offense to that because I’m excited to see you.”

“What? It’s nice to know that Louisiana or anyone else didn't change you.” She says, eyeing the man behind her.

“Yea speaking of height, can we address the giraffe in the room?” Mars winks, tipping her head like an imaginary hat.

Joe chuckled then ran his hand through his hair. “Guys, this is Joe. Joey, these are my best friends in the entire world, Riana and Mars.” 

“Hey, you can call me Joey if you want. It’s really nice to meet you.” He smiles and awkwardly waves.

“Ohhh I see the appeal now. You’re the silent awkward athlete who likes to surprise people with his abilities.” Mars points out.

“Really? I can see some fuckboy tendencies from here.” Riana replied. 

Venus was dumbfounded, “you just met- can yall bitches be nice, damn?” 

They shared the same smirk before properly introducing themselves to the quarterback, then winked at their friend before retreating into the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry about-

Before she could finish her dad walked into the room. His eyes went to hers, Joe’s then right back to hers with a smirk, he shook his head and grabbed a jacket from the coat rack beside him. Oh fun.

“Y/n, my daughta! Who have you brought into my kingdom today man?” A loud off-key Jamaican accent fills the air as he pulls on an Atlanta Falcons bomber jacket.

Joe stifles a laugh as Venus’ face deadpans. “Joe, this is my father- don't take him seriously. Dad please.” 

The man raised a brow and smirked. “I know not of what I’ve done to earn this treatment oh! This man of anotha tribe threatens my position, I must take charge.”

Venus leans back with her arms crossed. “Did you and Malik watch Black Panther again? Cause your M’Baku impression isn’t any better, probably because you were raised in New York and not Wakanda.”

Her father shrugs and pulls her into a hug. “Maybe I just wanted to embarrass you in front of your new boyfriend, you know show him who’s boss around here.” He winks in Joe’s direction.

As he kisses her head, she pulls away and thumps him on the back of his. “Well, you’ve succeeded- with the first part! Everyone knows I’m the real boss around here.”

The old man snorts. “Yes, yes I know. She’s been bossing me around since she learned to walk, so I’m excited for someone else to take that place.” Making his daughter roll her eyes as he winks again.

“She does have a nook for making sure things go her way.” Joe chuckled.

Venus whirls around a smacks his arm. “You two are not supposed to be ganging up on me, you’re not even supposed to like each other right now.” 

Joe rubs his arm feigning an injury. “I can’t even play anymore, I should see a doctor.” 

While her dad punches the air. “Yes, finally a win for my Falcons. I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. I’d like to thank my wife for agreeing to go on that date with me, my daughter for injuring her star quarterback boyfriend-

Venus gapes at the dramatic men, then shakes her head and walks away. “I can not believe this is happening, he’s not even my boyfriend. How do I find these ridiculous people?”

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After meeting the rest of Y/n’s family, Joe was finally able to shake some tension off his shoulders. For the past few days, all he could think about was this moment. Football he could practice, he knew the expectations on that field. But this, meeting the parents of the woman written all over his heart, was anxiety-inducing. No amount of preparation could prepare him for how it will all eventually go down. He hoped they’d be overjoyed and give him their blessing and by the way it’s going, he’s more than hopeful for this outcome. 

The plan leading up today today was she would catch a flight to Cincinnati Thursday night and then fly to Atlanta together the next evening. Nowhere in the plan did it say that Y/n could show up Tuesday night completely unprovoked and surprise him after he got back from practice. 

Even though they had been friends for years, he had never been so nervous to be around her for those 3 days. He tried to remain as calm and normal as possible; they joked around, cooked together, and shared the same bed as they normally would. 

Joe wasn't a total idiot, he knew their relationship was tiptoeing along the lines of something more. But after a year of helplessly pursuing her in college, he thought it’d be better if they were just friends. Eventually, he gave up on that idea altogether because, with the feelings he was harboring for her and Ja’Marr’s constant need to nag him about how dumb the situation was, the only one that needed convincing was her.

But this weekend was what he was playing the long game for, it’s his final chance to come clean about how he truly felt. And he hoped those feelings were reciprocated or the entire weekend would be a bust. And he definitely wouldn’t be playing the best tomorrow.

As soon as she left the room the temperature felt like it had been dialed to 100, Joe had never wished he had his headband so badly without being in the middle of a grueling practice. Her father gestured to the white couch behind him and they took a seat. 

“Your home is beautiful.” Joe starts as he’s trying to conceal his nervousness, but the constant wiping of his palms on his jeans tells another story. 

“Thank you, I assume Y/n told you that she hated it when we first got it.” Her dad chuckled trying to lighten the air. 

“Oh yeah, the whole moody middle school bit too.” He could only imagine what she was thinking about this interaction and how wrong it would be when it was revealed. 

“If someone had told me that kids didn’t like moving so close to their school, then maybe we wouldn't be here. But that’s not what I want to talk about and I doubt you’re here to hear about how much I don’t know my daughter.” The older man smirked.

“How’d you guess? But yeah, there’s something I felt would be best to talk about in person, if that’s okay with you, sir?” The quarterback clasps his hands together and straightens his spine.

“I thought so. How long have you been in love with her?” Joe’s eyes widen and his mouth dries as the gentleman relaxes his stance.

“F- shit sorry, wasn't expecting you to- wow um how did you know?”

The dad lets out a dry chuckle, “I’ve been in your spot before. I know what a hopeless man in love looks like and you didn’t take an eye off of her until she was completely out of your sight.”

“She seems to be the only one that hasn’t noticed it, but as cheesy as it sounds I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t in love with her. I’ve never been one to believe in myths like ‘love at first sight,’ but there’s no other way to describe it. I transferred to LSU for a fresh start, I just wanted to play football then when life finally started working out in my favor, she walked in. She’s funny, beautiful, smart, talented- the whole package. I’m kinda glad we didn’t date back then, I know it was only two years ago but I wasn’t ready for a woman like her.” He smiles fondly as the memories of them flash through his mind.

“And what about now, do you think you’re ready to start a relationship with my daughter that could potentially last a lifetime?” For the first time, Joe looks your father in his eyes with no fear or anxiety.

“Sir you don’t understand, I mean you do, but I’ve pictured Y/n as my future since we met. I grew up pretty well off, but I wanted to put in the work doing something I love so I could provide what I had for my future family. After a year in the league, there’s only one thing missing from my life, and it’s her. I mean I spent 3 days with her just in the house and I felt like I could do that for the rest of my life. I’ve known that she’s the one for me since we met, now all I need to do is finally tell her that.” 

The old man smiles as a few tears streak down his face, he wipes them away and then holds out his hand to the young quarterback. Joe takes his hand and gets pulled into a tight hug. “There’s nothing that makes me happier than when someone shows the same love and devotion to my little girl that I’ve been trying to show her for years. As long as you promise to keep a smile on her face and love in her heart, you have all the blessings in the world from me. Thank you, Joe.”

They let go with permanent grins on their faces. “No need for that, I’d do anything for her.”

“Good. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”  

“So, you think she believes that we’ve been talking about ‘ball this whole time?” Joe joked.

“As long as she stayed out of this room, 100 percent. She’s clueless when it comes to it, so we could make up a term and she’d be convinced.” The men share a laugh before a head pops out of the kitchen.

“Hey, you guys hungry? Food’s ready. Let’s eat everyone!” Her mom announces.

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As the food is going around the table, Venus sneaks off to grab her purse. By the time everyone is settled, she clears her throat and stands next to her father. 

“So, I have something to tell you guys. No, I’m not pregnant, dating, engaged, married, or dying; before you start to conjure up some random assumptions.” She glared at Malik, her younger brother, who was holding in a laugh.

“First, I just want to thank everyone for coming. I know the last 2 years apart were hard but ‘time makes the heart grow fonder’ says some random dead guy.” Most of the table chuckles. “But seriously, I’m glad all my best friends could meet and hopefully talk about how much of an amazing person I am.”

“Venus keep talking and I’ll tell him all about how amazing you were in high school.” Mars smiles as the girl’s eyes slightly widen.

“Okay, as most of you should know, there’s this little game happening tomorrow. Nothing big or fancy, and I definitely didn’t bring one of the players to dinner, but I digress.” She shrugs extremely unbothered, causing her father and the quarterback to snort.

“Since I now hold the title of Assistant Physician Technician at Baton Rouge Clinic, I still have no money thanks to my glorious student loans. But y’all should still thank me for becoming best friends with some random football guys because everyone will be attending their first NFL game tomorrow night.” She cheesed fanning herself with their game day tickets.

Joe smirked as she sat down after handing over the passes. “Wow, and you said they were dramatic.” 

“Did you or did you not say that I was gonna be the main character when we walked in? I’m just doing your expectations justice.” Joe shook his head and draped his arm over her chair while pulling her a bit closer with his leg.

After dinner, all the women, except Venus per her mom’s request, help clean up the table and take the leftovers to the kitchen. 

“I don’t understand why we can’t drag Y/n over here to help.” Riana scoffs. 

Amina, Venus’s mom, shushes her and pulls the two girls into the empty dining room. “I’m having Malik distract her so we can talk about what is going on between my daughter and that footballer.”

The girls share the same knowing and scheming expression. “We may have an idea about that.” Mars starts.

“Yes, and what is it?” Amina crosses her arms.

Riana glances into the living room to make sure no one is eavesdropping, “ok they really are just friends right now, but we know that they have really strong feelings for each other. I came up with a plan to finally get V to do something about the tension and I’m very proud of it.” She smiles.

Mars rolls her eyes and rubs her temples. “Her plan is absolutely ridiculous, but we know it’s going to work because we’ve been friends long enough to know what makes that girl tick. So it involves his ex, a woman she hated more than anything when they were dating.”

The African mother nods but sucks her teeth, “why hasn’t she told me anything?”

“Cause you’re scary. Ow-” Mars elbows Riana before butting in. 

“She didn’t even want to tell us until we kinda forced it out of her. She doesn’t want to let herself revel in it for too long because she doesn't want to get her heart broken again.” She stretches the truth just a bit, the older woman did not need to know how their relationship actually worked. 

“That makes sense, ok go back out there.” The girls let out a much-needed breath as they were dismissed. “Wait, what do you mean again!”

Back in the living room, your brother is sitting on your dad’s armchair flipping through a photo album dedicated to your childhood. The three-seater next to him is now occupied by your mom and friends, while you and Joe are sharing a two-seater on the other side of the armchair. After learning the truth about you, your mom takes special notice of the fact that you’re sitting with your legs across Joe’s lap and one of his palms wrapped around your ankle.

“Oh look here’s a pic of Y/n trying to catch balloons while her pants are falling down.” Malik attempts to show J before you yank the book out of his hands.

“Ok, that’s enough, let’s put the album away now.” 

“Hey we were getting to the best part, I was in the next frame.” He fake pouts.

The scowl painted on your face causes him to break out into another laughing fit. “I despise you.”

“Come on babe, it wasn't that bad,” Joey smirks, then looks down at his phone. 

He just called me- which doesn't matter because you’re best friends duh. 

“Shi- it’s almost 7, we gotta go. I have to meet with Taylor in like an hour.”

“Why so late?”

“Who’s Taylor?”

“Taylor Swift?”

“A meeting past 5 pm is a criminal offense.”

“Y’all are so unbelievably nosy.” 

Joe throws his head back laughing. “I love your family, I don’t know why you didn't introduce us sooner.” Yea.. I definitely don't know.

“Zac Taylor’s his head coach. Remember there’s kind of a game tomorrow.”  

“Yeah and I may have ditched a meeting so we could drive up here,” J says sheepishly, once he’s done dying of laughter.

During his fit of laughter, some of his hair flung out of place giving him a more shaggy look. “You didn’t have to come if it was gonna get you in trouble.” Forgetting where you are for a moment, you begin to fluff out the front of his blond locks, then rake your fingers through the rest before settling on the back of his neck. 

His fond eyes meet yours. “I wanted to, plus you were just gonna make the trip yourself or end up ranting about not going while I’m trying to sleep?” 

You squinted and shrugged. “Touché.”

“Wait, you’re sharing a hotel room?” Your brother’s voice breaks you out of your bubble. When you look up, everyone’s eyes are glued to you. You’re now hyper-aware of your hand that’s been gently scratching his neck, your legs that somehow always end up in his lap, and the cautious hold he has on them. 

Removing yourself from his space, you begin to gather your stuff. “Um yeah, there was an empty spot that was already paid for and J offered me the bed.” 

There were no prepaid rooms left. 

“That’s very nice of you Joe.” Riana winked. 

A deep flush crept up his face, “It was nothing, what are friends for.” 

Mars beamed, “Exactly. He knows the real value of friendship. I mean look at him, breaking preset rules about boy-girl friendships.”

Your brows furrowed as you studied the two women. “Okay? We’re going to go now. Thank you for everything and I’ll see y'all tomorrow at the game.”

Your mother’s face brightened as you hugged then walked towards the door. Joe dapped up your dad and brother following your exit. “Thanks for the chat.” He smiled, then joined you in the rental. 

“That went really well.” You relax buckling your seatbelt

“Mhmm, told you you were anxious for no reason. Shit I was worried for no reason.” Joe says as he puts the car in reverse.

“You were anxious, really?”

He nods. “Oh yeah, more than you think.”

“Huh, I couldn’t tell. Hey if this NFL thing doesn’t work out maybe you should try acting. Today’s performance was outstanding.” You chuckled.

“Yeah absolutely not, I can barely do commercials and they want me to ‘be myself’ or whatever that means.” He shakes his head as your laughter bellows.

The ride back to the hotel was peaceful, the roads were clear, and the sky filled with stars, it was the perfect night. Until Joe’s phone started buzzing every 5 seconds. He tried to ignore it by listening to cars zooming by, but whoever it was really wanted his attention.  

He sighed. “Could you get that for me?” 

“You’re very popular tonight.” You snorted, then picked up the phone. Your face dimmed as you read the series of ‘I miss you’ texts all coming from the same number. It was unknown but you could tell they weren’t from some random fling. Your gaze was locked on each message, you could bet money on who they were from. She used to be obsessed with the idea of him. He gave her a chance for a few months, she started changing him into someone else. He stopped hanging out with you as often and-

“Who is it?” 

“If it’s Zac just tell him we’re on our way.” His words floated around unanswered. 

“Y/n?”

You broke out of your trance and looked over at the man driving before quickly turning your attention to the world outside the window, “it was nothing. Wrong number.”

The phone was placed on ‘do not disturb’ and forgotten about for the rest of the ride. 

The atmosphere in the car didn’t change from that moment, a perfect silence was replaced with a frigid one. You spaced out for the remainder of the ride, not wanting to show how it affected you. Joe noticed the odd silence but dismissed it as fatigue from the long day. Which it was, that could never ruin the comfortableness of their surroundings.

The car finally pulled into the Hilton valet entrance around 10, you unbuckled yourself then sunk into the seat. The late hour meant you had to wait for someone to come outside, in the meantime you attempted to lose yourself in the night sky. The antsy feeling bubbling under your skin was beginning to eat away your patience. Joe, finally able to get a good look at you, watched the way your knees bounced, the way your hands were picking at themselves and the lack of attention towards him.

“Ok what’s wrong, you were fine all night until you saw my phone. So what’s bothering you?” 

You scoffed, it’s just like guys to identify the problem not even realizing it was the problem. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

“Fine, if you aren’t going to talk then I will.” Your gaze was unwavering from the doors of the Hilton.

“Damn okay, look I feel like I’ve been trying to say this for the last two years, clearly I haven’t been very successful. Y/n I don’t like us being so far apart. I mean, location wise and relationship wise- yea. Fuck. Joe just do it.” Some part of you would’ve laughed at his inability to coherently express himself, but you couldn’t get past the irony.

“I really like you Y/n, I have for a long time and-

Shaking your head, you can’t help the words that start flying out, “bullshit. How can you say that when Megan or some random bitch is constantly blowing up your phone?”

“Megan? Y/n there’s nothing going on between us anymore, that ended over a year ago. You are the only woman I have feelings for, I don’t care about whoever’s in my DMs or calling me up.” As he went on the feelings of doubt still lingered.

“I somehow don’t believe that Joe, call me fucking insecure but if you wanted me to believe that you would’ve blocked the numbers. It’s like you wanted to know that they’ll always want you and you can go back whenever you want.” Your vision began to blur with unshed tears. You don’t believe the words falling from your lips, this has never been a problem between you. But this is more than just a fight with your best friend.

“I don’t know what I can do to convince you that you’re the only one I care about.” He huffed laying back in his seat. Then his eyes widen, “wait you wouldn’t feel this way if you didn’t also have feelings for me.” A bit of hope fills his chest.

“So what?” You finally meet his crystal blue eyes. “You clearly have other priorities, so let’s just leave it at that. I’m tired so let’s just talk tomorrow.” With that, you left the car and entered the hotel.

“Y/n! Wait!”

The next few minutes are a blur, the bellhop rushes past you to help with the bags as you hand the lady at the desk your ID. Once she hands you your key, you b-line to the elevator, not waiting for a second. By the time Joe gets to the desk, you’re already in the room.

The lady at the desk confirms his identity and reminds him of the meeting he has with Taylor, but all he can think about is how this night went so bad so fast. He takes the elevator to the 12th floor where both their room and the meeting are and enters the one cracked open while his bags are wheeled further down the hall.

“Well look who’s decided to grace us with his presence. You were supposed to be back over an hour ago.” His manager, Dan, presses.

Joe takes a seat at the opposite side of their round table and runs his fingers through his hair. “Shit happens, can we start now?”

Coach Taylor takes a note of his behavior and quickly runs through everything he needs to know. He lectures for a total of 20 minutes and answers questions for 10 before he runs out of material. The entire time Joe took the sloppiest notes of his life and couldn’t care less about what the chicken scratch said. “Well that’s it, any other comments, questions or concerns?”

“How do you make a girl listen to you?” 

That raises the older mens’ attention just as quickly as when he walked in.

Zac speaks up first, “in my experience you need to have something to say that’s worth listening to.”

“I told her that I love her.”

Dan’s eyes widened. “Y/n?” The player nodded.

“And she didn’t believe you?” He nodded again.

“What happened before you said it?”

“Nothing, she was quiet the entire ride but something changed during the last 10 minutes. I got some spam texts from an unknown number and she got awkward. Then when we got here she brought it up again, but it didn’t make sense. She had no reason to be upset.” He huffed.

The older men looked at him amused. “What?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Did you read what the messages said?”

He shrugged. “No, why would I?” 

“I don’t know man, maybe because she read them and got upset.” Zac pondered.

“Give me your phone.” He hands over the device per his manager’s request. The man quickly goes through the messages before putting the phone back in his eye line. “Read it, aloud.”

“I miss you….. Why was she replying? She doesn’t compare….leeching off you…taking advantage. What the fuck?” His brows knitted. 

“Now do you see why she was mad?” Dan smirked.

“Fuck, I need to fix this.” Joe gets up and marches towards the door. “Oh and thanks for the help. I’ve been saying that a lot today.”

By the time Joe enters the room, he’s got a full speech in his head that he's gone over several times and he’s prepared to unleash it immediately upon seeing you. Except there’s no trace of you in the room. Your bags are gone, your phone isn’t near a bed, neither of beds even look like they’ve been touched. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. There’s no way I messed up for a third time.” 

He starts pacing the room. This was supposed to be his chance, this was going to be the story he tells the grandkids. They were supposed to hear about their great love story and carry on his legacy. But instead he’s going to die that weird uncle that’s obsessed with cartoons and UFC. 

He finally sits down in the chair next to your bed facing the downtown skyline replaying the day’s events in his head and completely ignoring the door next to his own.

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The second you got to the room all you wanted was a hot shower to help relieve some of the stress and tension from the car. It only took about 5 minutes for the young bellhop to come to the door, you gave him his tip, grabbed your duffle and went straight to the bathroom. You oiled your scalp then placed a shower cap over your hair and spent 30 minutes underneath the boiling water. 

After doing your much needed self care routine, you left the bathroom steamy and with 40% less stress than before you started. You softly shut the door then turned around to see a figure sitting next to your bed.

“Joey?” He gets up and slowly turns around, the sight of his red eyes, tear stained cheeks and messy hair makes you crumble.

“Oh my god, what-

Before you could finish he takes a few long strides towards you and pulls you into him. “Baby what happened?”

“I can’t lose you again.” He croaked. “Y/n, it’s always been you. I love you more than anything. Nothing she said in those texts was true, I’d give you the world with everyone still on it. You’re my biggest supporter, you’re the only one that knows me on a deeper level than -fucking- myself. I don’t wanna go another minute without you knowing how much you mean to me, how much I fucking love you and how much I’d do anything just to make you smile. I’m sorry I waited so long to tell you. I just wanted it to be perfect, I wanted to have a story that would transcend galaxies. I-

“Joey!”

He finally stops and stares into your eyes. “I always loved how rich and glittery your eyes got when you’re in the light.”

What a goof.

You rolled those glittery eyes, pulled him down by his collar and crashed your lips against his. After the initial shock wears off, he returns it making you sink into his hold. His hands dig into the softness of your waist and your arms wrap around his neck with your fingers immediately finding their home scratching and running through his hair. His hands wander further down mapping every inch of your body before one softly grips the meat of your ass causing a ‘gasp’ to leave your lips giving him the opening to allow his tongue to explore more of your mouth. Your bodies rock together until your knees hit the edge of his bed and you fall into it without breaking apart your lips. He grabs a hold of your thighs and flips you over so you’re on top. A sharp tug at his roots releases a deep vibrating groan that causes flutters in your lower stomach. 

“Joey.” A whine finally breaks you from the heat of his mouth. You open your eyes to his dazed eyes and smiling bruised lips. “Yea?”

“I love you too.”

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Eddie, flowers, friendship 😊

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

“I could be allergic, you know.”

“Are you?” You asked, tongue poking past your lips as you focused on bending the stem of the flower between your fingertips.

“No.”

“You’re such a drama queen!” You laughed, the sound gentle, sending Eddie’s heart tumbling.

“Because this is taking forever!” He groaned dramatically, but the smile on his face told you he didn’t mind one bit.

The two of you were at lover’s lake, perched on a blanket near the water as you weaved flowers you had collected into a bracelet around Eddie’s wrist. His head was in your lap, wrist resting near his collarbone so you could work on it without straining yourself. 

“It’s art, Eddie! It doesn’t just happen in the blink of an eye.”

“No? Flowers not just gonna tie themselves on my wrist?”

He was teasing you and you thumped his forehead in response.

“Ow!”

“Stop being a punk!”

“You’re asking for the impossible, baby.”

You rolled your eyes at the term, well aware the only baby around was the one in your lap.

“I’m almost done,” you secured the last stem with the stem of the flower you’d started with, linking them together to create the bracelet, “Taduh!!!!!”

You released his wrist and Eddie raised it to his face, giving a close examination and he turned his wrist this way and that way, watching the flowers dance as he did.

“Thank you, I love it.”

“You’re welcome. It’s a token of our friendship so you have to keep it forever.”

“What if I shake my wrist really aggressively?”

“I’ll kill you.”

“What!?” His mouth dropped open as he glared playfully up at you, “How am I gonna shred on my guitar!?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, nose wrinkling as you smiled, “Teach me how to play and I’ll do it for you.”

Eddie’s face broke out into a grin, teeth gleaming, “Yeah?”

“Yup.”

The grin softened, “Okay. But what if I asked you not to kill me?”

“Mmm, if the bracelet breaks, I’d still kill you.”

“Understood.”

He’d guard it with his life. And when it would inevitably fall off, he’d just have to survive you being on top of him and rough with him. Oh, no, what a punishment. 

He was so looking forward to it.

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Chapter 5 - The Aftermath

Summary: Y/N and Katsuki shared a heated make out session and now it’s fucking awkward as hell.

Y/N gets some good news from her doctor, but it also freaks her out. Why? See it for yourself.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of sex and other “stuff”.

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“Get your shit together, Katsuki.” Katsuki grumbles to himself in the mirror.

He looks like a mess; his hair is ruffled from Y/N’s fingers, eyes diluted from lust, his face is flushed, his lips are sore and there is something else that’s making Katsuki feel uncomfortable but thankfully, it’s not visible in the small mirror in the bathroom.

Talking about uncomfortable things, he was about to take a cold shower. He definitely can’t see his parents in this “condition”. He also needs to think about the shit that just happened.

They woke up. They cuddled, just how he always wanted to. Then he told Y/N she’s allergic to him; her heart rate went up so much when Katsuki kissed her neck and so did his so he thought they might have the same allergy.

Y/N proved it’s not allergies, just pure fucking love.

Then… things got heated. Really heated. It all started with fleeting touches, followed by heavy kisses, Katsuki’s hips moved forward (clothed) and…

Well. It felt nice, so he continued but then it felt TOO NICE and too overwhelming and he freaked the shit out.

Here’s the tea; Katsuki’s never been into sex. It never worked for him, he never liked being touched and he hated touching others. He genuinely thought he is one of those people who are just not into it, but he is really fucking into it right now but the memories of his failed attempts are clouding his mind, making him self-conscious and terrified of failing his girlfriend who he actually cares about; which is apparently the reason why he’s so into this right now - he’s in fucking love.

Sero told him about “Demi-sexuality” a few months ago but he laughed in his face. Well, he’s definitely not laughing right now.

This is so much for the emotionally constipated Katsuki. He really needs to sit down and have a talk with himself.

Ahh yeah, the cold shower. He needs to think about disgusting things, like the way Deku drinks his coffee; more sugar than actual coffee - two birds with one stone, that worked! He can’t wait to tell Deku he used the thought of him for this purpose. He can’t wait to see his innocent face scrunched up in a frown, cheeks ruddy red under his trembling arms as he tries to hide his mortified nerdy face.

… okay, no, he’s not gonna tell him that. He’s being creepy. Again.

“What the fuck am I doing.” Mr. Katsuki grumbles under the ice cold shower.

Well, whatever. He has all the time to sort his shit out.

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Well, that was an eventful morning.

You can’t lie and say everything is fine; you are confused by Bakugou’s words and actions, and you really try your best to understand him but it’s really hard without getting a proper explanation.

Nevermind. We are talking about Bakugou Katsuki, it was quite obvious something will go terribly wrong at one point and compared to the usual drama, this went really well.

Also, him not wanting to do certain things won’t change your feelings about him, so really, it doesn’t fucking matter. When you said you don’t care if he doesn’t want to go further, you’ve meant it. Yeah.

As you slowly make your way to the table where the Bakugou family is already settled, you take a deep breath; please, don’t be awkward, please don’t be awkward, please…

“Jesus Christ woman, the fuck are you standing in the doorway for, sit the fuck down and eat. Steven will shit all over my window if I don’t feed him soon.” Katsuki grumbles with a fresh cup of coffee in his hand. You look at the beverage with pure longing in your tired eyes and Katsuki points at another cup on the table; contrary to his own black coffee, the one on table looks light an fancy; there is whipped cream on the top and it’s sprinkled with cinnamon in the shape of an explosion.

Fuck, you love this man so much and it’s probably written all over your face, because his parents giggle to themselves while Katsuki gets redder and redder as the time passes.

“Jesus, I’ve been buying you coffee every day for a month now, why do you look so fucking happy?” He rolls his eyes.

“There is an explosion on it.” You mumble under your breath with a fond smile on your sleepy face. You take the hot drink to your mouth without even acknowledging the other people around the table, but no one really bothers telling you off for it, so you try your best and smile at the two sitting opposite of you, hoping that’s enough to convey how happy you are to see them on this lovely morning.

“So you two had a busy morning?” Mitsuki speaks up and the amount of coffee you spill on the orange table cloth is comedic.

“What the fuck, hag?!” Katsuki yells, but mama Bakugou only laughs at that.

“What?! You were so loud I could hear you from the laundry room! Can’t believe you couldn’t keep it in your pants for one fucking day, son! We really are alike!”

“Oh my god, I didn’t need to know that.” Katsuki grumbles, his head landing on the table with a big thump.

“It’s the honeymoon phase. We also couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves in the first months of dating.” Masaru daydreams and Katsuki makes a high pitched whine, completely mortified.

“Yeah. We had to get a new car when you were born because it felt too filthy to put such an innocent thing into it… seeing you now it was a waste of money.” A sound of a small explosion fills the room, followed by the smell of something burning, but no one gives a shit about it. This family is awesome.

“We should’ve kept that car. He was probably conceived in it.” Masaru adds, and your body suddenly shakes with uncontrollable laughter. Katsuki’s head snaps back from the table and he looks at you like you are the biggest traitor in the world, but his face only makes you laugh more.

“I think she’ll fit in really well.” Masaru says with a happy nod as he start eating like Katsuki is not about to explode the full table on them.

You really fucking love this family.

“I love you guys so much.” You giggle, not even thinking about the words leaving your mouth and there’s a sudden silence at the table just a few seconds after you finish your sentence; the whole family stares at you then Mitsuki and Masaru moves over the table to give you the biggest group hug in the world.

“Welcome to the family, you menace.” Mitsuki giggles and when you look at your right side, there’s a teary-eyed Katsuki looking back at you, nothing but fondness swirling in his shiny eyes. He quickly schools his face and cleans his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie, murmuring something about “a cheesy fucking shit”, but his grumble gets ignored. He gives up with a big sighs and for your surprise, he moves towards the pile and headbutts your shoulders like a cat dying for attention.

Well, Bakugou Katsuki might be the most confusing boyfriend the world has ever seen, but one thing is for sure; you feel like you are luckiest fucking person in the world right now to be able to share this moment with him.

Finally, after a year of loneliness you found a place where you belong; a place that smells like burnt sugar and black coffee with a hint of cinnamon, a place full of love and aggressive affection with just the right amount of sass on the edges.

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“It’s time for you to try living without your daily medication, Y/N.” Your doctor says on your monthly check up.

Fuck. You are not ready to go through this shit again. You are also not ready to face the reality in case this goes wrong. You’ve been strong through the whole rehabilitation process because you knew that one day, you’ll be to go back to the field. It was a stupid lie you told yourself to not get completely depressed but all those lies are biting you in the ass right now.

If you can’t live without the medication it means your hero career is over. You should have known that things are too good to be true right now; something had to happen eventually. Fuck.

“Give me a few more weeks. I’m not ready, I can’t….” You freak out but your doctor puts his hand on your shoulders to calm you down.

“Miss Y/N, this is not the end of the world. Even if you fail to retrieve your powers and mobility and need medication for longer, you’ll still have a chance to try again. This is just a trial for us to see where you are right now. You might manage to live without the medication right away, you might manage to get some of your mobility back and we can tinker with your medication a bit to help with the rest, or it might not work at all and that’s absolutely fine.”

“So what will happen if I stop taking my medications?” You ask anxiously; there wasn’t a single day when you forgot to take your meds so you literally have no idea what to expect.

“As you know, you are taking three different kinds of medications right now, two of them daily, one on special occasions.” The doctor starts. “Your quirk attacked your immune system after you woke up from the coma; your body was too weak to handle its power so there is the one that suppresses your quirk to a certain level. That medication is really weak now as your body is in a better condition now, so I’m not too worried about that one. Then you have the occasional painkiller you probably haven’t used for a while, so again, I’m not concerned.” This is where the ‘but’ comes. Fuck. “But…” Yep, there it is. “The third one is for your mobility. You’ve been paralyzed for quite a while and this medication had helped you to be able to live a normal life. You can be a hero with suppressed quirks and you are clever enough to use your powers with its full potential even if you’re not 100% but you can’t go back to your hero work if your mobility depends on your medication.”

That’s… true. If you get stuck in a week-long battle and you loose your pills or have no time to take them you are basically good as dead.

“Thank you for all the information, but that’s now what I asked.” You mumble awkwardly.

“Oh, right.” The doctor perks up. “When you stop taking your medication your body will go into a state of shock for a day or two. We could technically lower the dose gradually but it would make you unable to function for quite a while so it’s better to tear the bandaid off all together. You need someone to take care of you for those two days as there is a possibility of you being paralyzed again. You can also come to the hospital for the first two days if you want. After those two days, you’ll gradually get better at moving around then depending on how your mobility is by the end of the week we’ll decide what to do with your medication. Worst case scenario, you start taking your medication again. Best case scenario…” the doctor smiles with hopeful eyes. “You can go back to full time hero work in a few months.” Your heart makes a somersault in your chest at the sound of that; you really want to be back on the field for real, save people and laugh into the villain’s desperate faces after you took them down in less that a few seconds. You miss the thrill of a battle, you miss being important, you miss your old costume… “Hey, don’t get your hopes up for now! Let’s keep it real. The possibility of you coming out of this right away is really thin. Even being able to lower the medication would be great news, okay?”

“You are giving me mixed signals, doc.”

“I’m just a human, my lady. Deep inside I’m also hoping for a miracle. If someone can do it, it’s you.” He smiles and honestly… that’s enough for you to be less scared of the whole situation.

“So when should we start?”

“Monday. Keep me informed about your condition every day. You know my number. I need every single detail.”

That’s 4 days from now. Oh my god…

“Okay, yeah… let’s fucking do this.” You whimper.

You’ve fought so many battles, but none of terrified you as much as this one.

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“Can I borrow the stamp, Kats?” You sigh into the awkward silence.

You have no idea if it’s your foul mood that makes the blonde grumpy or he also has some shit going on in his mind but you two aren’t on the best terms right now. Somehow, Katsuki has been even more distant than before and with you being freaked out over your upcoming hellish week you didn’t have the mental energy to initiate anything yourself.

“Catch.” Bakugou throws the stamp over to you but you are too unfocused to catch it properly; it lands in your lap and he looks up, bamboozled. “You okay?” Katsuki asks and fuck, you want to tell him everything, you want to cry until you fall asleep in his arms, but at the same time, you don’t want him to know about this situation at all. You already asked for a week of holiday for personal reasons and Kirishima was more than happy to give it to you but you still haven’t told your boyfriend about it.

“Yeah, just a bit under the weather. I actually asked for a few days off next week. Weak, I know.” You laugh self deprecatingly.

“It’s not weak. You are not weak. Stop saying bullshit. Wanna… like… wanna talk about it or whatever?” Katsuki grumbles, his eyes looking everywhere but you. Bless his little cotton socks, he is trying, isn’t he?

“It’s fine, but thank you.” You smile but even you know it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Well, you know my number if you change your mind.”

“Yes.”

Your relationship is not perfect. It’s full of unsaid words and silenced worries, the air is thick with tension but one thing is for sure; you are both trying and while sometimes, trying isn’t enough, you feel like you two will be able to find the perfect middle ground eventually.

“Hey, Menace…” Katsuki mumbles after a few minutes of silence.

“Yes?”

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“I dunno. For existing, I guess.” Katsuki sighs while he moves away from his desk, leaving his lap free for you to sit on in a silent offer.

Needless to say, you jump up your chair and make your way towards the blonde right away; you really fucking need a hug anyway.

Katsuki snakes his arms around right as you put your bottom down on his lap; he hides his face in the crook of your neck and takes a deep breath.

None of you say a single word for the next ten minutes, you just enjoy each other’s company as the sudden wave of calmness washes over you in the safety of the other’s arm.

Sometimes, you don’t need words to get your point across; Katsuki’s tight hold tells everything you need to know and you are quite sure your silent hums of contentment also speaks volumes in the comfortable silence.

One day, you’ll be able to tell him you love him. One day, he’ll say it back.

But just like yesterday, this is certainly not that day and that’s fine.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- My fav thing about Katsuki and Y/N is that even when they fuck up and end up in an argument, they never even think about leaving each other’s side. They are the perfect couple 😭

- Are we all excited to see if we can go back to be a hero or not? Because I certainly am!

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As promised (because I genuinely didn't do my analysis phases justice for tldhlb since it's airing) here is my companion analysis of the KluerXOab stand-off. As well as all Oab's actions specifically. To read Kluer's click here. Remember, if you have not watched the show or the finale don't read this! Spoilers ahead! a/n: anything with ** and an exponent are notes at the end where I explain something further. Mainly because I do not want that paragraph to get off-topic. Enjoy...this is a long one!

As I discussed in Kluer's post, Kluer's last dish is a means to an end for our fave foodie couple. In his post, I highlighted the significance of Kluer forfeiting the competition and why that was important. What I did not speak about is how important it was for Oab and Wan too. So let's get into Oab's feelings and actions.

I am not going to lie, I watch so many dramas that I do not remember if they added this bit into the series but; Oab does not like long beans in the novel. Kua Suay being allergic is a major reason for the restaurant but he also does not enjoy them. That is an important aspect of the story because Oab doesn't like them, KS is allergic to them, and *¹*Wan likes his basil dish without them as well. That is, quite literally, how the show begins and plays a significant role in Wan meeting Oab and Kluer. As I said in the Kluer post, Kluer has been working with Oab for years and they have always had a great rapport with each other. They do not fight and it's pretty obvious that outside of Wan, Kluer gets the best treatment in the competition. He rarely gets yelled at and yes, a part of that is his skill, but it's also because Oab and Kluer respect each other. That's why last week Oab was worried about Kluer being upset with him. Logically, if he did not want Kluer to be in his life he could say who cares because he is giving up the restaurant but, he deeply cares about him so this is uncharted territory for the pair.

This circles me back to Kluer's final proverbial act, giving Oab long beans. I'll say it once, and I'll say it again, you cannot get me to hate Kluer, at least not in this aspect. He knows exactly what is happening and now, he sees there is truly nothing worth fighting for. Not Wan, not his friendship, and now not even the restaurant. Oab was obviously shocked but not because Kluer pretty much forfeited the competition, but that he was harsh doing it. Not only that, but, he did it knowing it was humiliating. A quiet stand-off between them that has been building for months.

That being said, Oab's reasoning for everything he does is not as black and white as Kluer see's it. I want to start off by reminding everyone that Oab has lost his love and passion for cooking. It was a mixture of many things. KS had left him and she was the only reason for the shop to exist. She not only helped pay for it but also helped run it and gave Oab a deeper passion for cooking. But now all that is gone and even with the return of KS, nothing changed. Except one thing did change and that was with the help of Wan. Unbeknownst to him he was reviving the love of cooking in Oab and creating a resurgence of passion in Oab (Oab was also doing this for Wan but I will speak on that when I talk about what I did not enjoy about novel vs show Wan). Oab knew that on some level Wan was lying to him. But like I said in one of my original posts, why would a billionaire plant someone who burns eggs on a cooking show? Right? For this reason and many others, Oab let his guard down. Whatever Wan was keeping from him, Oab gave chances to spill.

The thing is, him being a Methas plant is not the biggest problem here. It is his lack of full accountability for what all of that means to Oab. Two things are obvious during the last competition, both boys throw it. But for different reasons. In Wan's mind, throwing the competition resolves all their issues (it doesn't but that is one of the main things JJ berates him about, not being realistic). The issue isn't working for Methas. Anyone in that situation would understand that Wan, at the time of taking the deal, had no relationship with Oab or the restaurant. What is the problem for both Oab and Kluer is now you do and you can't forfeit your way out of still lying to them all. Losing on purpose does not resolve your sins; because that does not answer the most important question, was any of the attention, love, and care for Oab, Kluer, the other boys, and the restaurant real?

It's truly the only thing Oab wants to know. If all this was about money then, here, the restaurant is yours. But if you love me, tell me. Make me believe you weren't using my feelings for you to get what you wanted. But he doesn't and loses everything in return. He brought back Oab's passion and love for cooking but now he has to wonder if any of it was real. When the world he loved was slowly pulling him back in, Wan was at the center of it. But now he's back where he started. He's lost the person he loves in the shop they built (kua suay) and hopefully would *² *rebuild (Wan) together, but his passion is gone. There is nothing left to do. He is not thinking about Kluer or the integrity of the restaurant because now, what's the point? He tried so hard to keep it and give it to someone who would love and care for it. But the winner of all of that, and his heart, is also the one plotting to drag it down. Where Kluer thinks they should squash everything and tell Wan they know, Oab sees no point in any of it. If all he wants is money, he can have the shop. Nothing matters now because everything he thought he knew was a lie. So what exactly is the point of keeping the shop? Who cares if it becomes an apartment?

Everyone he has made food for, run this shop for, and given his all for, has let him down. He has made many choices in his life for other people, constantly putting others first. And both times it has bitten him in the ass. If the money means that much to him, enough to brutally break Oab's heart, take it. Because now, the shop really doesn't have a point. The shop's first great love left him and now his greatest love broke him. So what is the point of fighting for any of it?

Final Notes: ¹ Wan not liking long beans is an important thing to remember because it brings meaning back to the shop. Initially, KS's allergy is the main reason for its name and menu but now Oab has another reason to keep long beans off. It's both literal and theoretical. He literally has his greatest passion in the name and on the menu. So now, his passion (KS) is gone but a new one (Wan) arrives. It gave new meaning to the restaurant and even gave Oab a new lease on life. Which just added to the blow in the end. ² This is debatable because Oab did ask him to just lose so they could move on. As I said in Kleur's post, he does not believe Wan can run the shop or (at least) be the chef of it. It's nothing personal because Wan has a lot of business sense but he is not a chef, that much is obvious.

a/n: Anyway...I am sad the show is over. I loved their chaos! Guess I will just have to wait for PB2 for more SailubPon! I miss ALanJeff so come onnnnn (I say knowing it won't air til 2025 and it will inevitably give me anxiety).