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zanarkandskylines · 2 months

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delicate (isn't it?) ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ the three of you passionately spent an entire night together, unable to keep your hands off one another. the next day, things are...different, to say the least. you're nervous about what your "friendship" looks like from here onward.

꒰ tags & content ꒱ hints of past abuse (emotional/physical) in a relationship | fluff & emotional comfort, establishing a relationship ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — takes place after the first night spent in their home. ｡‧˚ʚ cross posted to ao3 | wc; ~1.4k ɞ˚‧｡ ✿ tangled hearts masterlist ✿

A soft peck to your forehead stirs you from slumber, fluttering your eyes open to the beautiful blonde before you. You’re about to slur his name in confusion when Bakugo put his finger to his lips, silently telling you to stay quiet. He points behind you to a sleeping Kirishima, blissfully snoring as the sunlight highlighted his features through the sheer curtains of their bedroom.

Bakugo bends over to your face, whispering as quietly as he can manage in your ear, “Makin’ breakfast, I’ll come get ya when it’s done.” He leaves another kiss on the shell of your ear before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

The night’s - ahem, activities - replay in your mind like a pay per view movie. You’d never been touched like that before in your life, desired and worshipped like a goddess gracing their presence. It was the perfect mixture of passion and lust, pure euphoria from start to finish.

Exactly how many times did you cross said finish line?

…You lost count after three.

You had not expected to be waking up in their bed, nestled between the two of them - to have Bakugo making you and Kirishima breakfast in the afterglow of your amorous affair. Had you wished for it? Absolutely! Did you think it would ever come true? Not in your wildest dreams.

It was a silent pining, something you didn’t assume either of them reciprocated. They’d been married for years, how were you to know they’d be open to accepting you into their relationship? It wasn’t something you talked about, it was spontaneous.

Well, you haven’t actually talked about it…yet.

Would it be awkward to bring it up over breakfast? Bakugo didn’t seem phased at all this morning. He’d assumed you’d stay asleep when he kissed your forehead, simply admiring you curled up beside Kirishima. Did he do that because he wanted to? Does he feel obligated because you stayed the night and slept together?

Endless intrusive thoughts are cycling through your head when Kirishima stirs next to you, silencing your inner critic when he throws an arm around your waist, tugging you into his heated body. He nuzzles his nose in your hair from behind, sighing contently.

“Mornin’ darling,” he mumbles, voice groggy with sleep. “You sleep okay?”

“Yeah, thank you.” You don’t think your cheeks could flush hotter than they are now, especially after the ‘darling’ pet name in his husky ‘just woke up’ voice. Kirishima’s yawning behind you when Bakugo re-appears in the bedroom doorframe.

“Breakfast’s on the table, get your asses down there while it’s hot.” He smiles at the two of you before turning to head back downstairs. Wiggling out of Kirishima’s grasp, you swing your legs to the edge of the bed, the aroma of whatever Bakugo’s made lingering in the air. Kirishima trails behind you lazily as the two of you tread downstairs to the kitchen. Bakugo’s finishing pouring coffee into three mugs as you sit at the table, eyes widening at the buffet he’s managed to prepare in such a short amount of time.

“Holy shit, Katsuki!” you exclaim, blinking dramatically to convince yourself it’s real. “What’s all this for?”

He smirks proudly. “‘s nothin’. I enjoy cooking for people. Usually it’s just Ei, so I might'a overdid it.”

The table is full of options - a full dish of baked eggs, a stack of homemade pancakes, a plate of bacon and sausage links, a bowl of roasted peppers, another plate with cooked salmon, and three small servings of rice.

How long has this man been awake?! It’s only - you take a quick glance over at the stove to confirm the time - 8:15am.

He hands you one of the cups of coffee and ruffles your hair playfully.

“Are ya cold?” Bakugo asks, motioning to your bare legs. “ You can grab a pair of my sweats from upstairs. I tossed your wet clothes into the wash this mornin'.”

You’d forgotten that you’re only wearing one of their t-shirts and underwear. Oops.

“Oh, thank you! I’m alright, it’s warm enough in here,” you say quietly. “But, uh, if you want me to wear pants, I-”

“Oh no, sweetheart, no one said that,” Kirishima chimed in cheekily. He takes a sip of his coffee as your cheeks grow rosy.

The three of you enjoy the breakfast spread in silence. The unknown anxiety in your gut is growing, afraid that this means you've somehow tainted the friendship you've built with them.

"Somethin' wrong?" Bakugo questions, eyes narrowed at your visible worry.

Wow, he catches on quick. You nervously fidget with your shirt, eyes locked onto your plate. "Umm...no? Well, not wrong. I'm just...confused," you begin to say.

Kirishima gently interrupts you by outstretching his hand to your wrist across the table. "Everything's okay!"

"It's...been awhile since I've dated, let alone slept with someone. I don't wanna make this weird."

Bakugo can't help but roll his eyes at your assumption. "It's not weird. We've never done shit like that before, either.”

That makes you feel a touch better, easing your worries enough to continue the conversation.

"Okay, so then...what, uh...what are we?"

Both boys simultaneously roseate as they look at each other, exchanging a silent conversation with their eyes.

"What do you want us to be?" Kirishima proposes, giving you the option of choice. "No pressure at all. It doesn't change a thing."

What exactly did you want? This was a foreign situation - to all three of you, of course - but did you want something more than just friends with benefits? To date them, or keep it at a one night stand with your best friends?

"To be honest, it felt nice to be wanted again. My ex was never...actually, we don't have to talk about that."

The two of them shifted their expressions into concern as you've never mentioned your love life before. Your change in tone hinted that it wasn't a happy experience.

"You don't have to tell us about 'em. It's in the past and that's where it can stay if it's what's best for you."

Bakugo's reassurance makes your heart soar, not expecting such a kind understanding with little insight. Taking your inflection as a clue was more than enough for him to understand the delicate, and potentially painful, memory. You finally look up from your plate and nod in thanks.

"This is different, but it's...comfortable. I don't know what to call it, though.”

“Jus’ keep it simple,” Bakugo asserts, shrugging his shoulders. “We can hook up or date. Or none of the above, once an' done deal.”

Even though his words are bold, his face is redder than the tomatoes in his garden. Kirishima's biting his lip, head turned away from the conversation to hide the heat creeping across his face. It’s honestly adorable how flustered they both are about this - about you.

"We don't need an answer now, either! We can table -," Kirishima begins to explain as you interrupt him.

"I want to be with you two."

Both of them trade stares once more. It was impressive how well they could communicate without words. Bakugo snickers, grin settling on his lips. Kirishima's toothy smile appears when he sees his husband's joy.

"Wanna be our girlfriend?" You can't help but laugh at their dual question, comical how they happened to ask at the same time.

It was an easy answer. "Yes, I'd love that - both of you."

They get up from their seats at the table and rush over to smother you with kisses and hugs, excited for this new stage in your lives. Bakugo halts for a second following the whirlwind of affection, kneeling down to be at eye level with you.

"Fuck whatever his name is and how he treated you, alright? We'll treat ya like the goddess you are."

You can feel the tears welling in your eyes at his words and bite the inside of your cheek, praying they won't fall. All you can respond with is a soft 'mhm.' He brushes your cheek with his thumb, pinching it lightly before returning to his seat.

The silence no longer feels heavy as you finish breakfast, enamored with your newfound relationship. Who would have thought you'd find not one, but two people who want to shower you with love?

Taking that job transfer was the best decision you've ever made.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — the triad is a-go!! 💜🌟 ✿ wildflowers; @maddietries ↶ | previous entry (a quiet life) ↷ | next entry (twisted in bedsheets)

#kiribaku x reader #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #kiribaku #kiribaku x y/n #kiribaku imagine #kiribaku fluff #katsuki bakugo #eijiro kirishima #bakugo imagine #kirishima imagine #☆.tangledhearts

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greynatomy · 7 months

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the diner

caitlin foord x reader

i googled some meet cute ideas and came up with this. been wanting to write a caitlin foord fic for a while, just didn’t know what.

let me know what you think!

-grey

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Tossing and turning in bed, Caitlin couldn’t seem to get herself to fall asleep. Her mind not letting her rest. Instead of staying in bed, Caitlin put on some sweats and a hoodie, hopped into her car to drive around.

The neighborhood was pretty much dead, couple bars just barely closing at two in the morning. Driving a bit further, she comes across a small diner— an American style diner—one she’s never seen before. It looks to be open, also from the little light up ‘open’ sign, she parked her car in the small lot, heading inside.

She seems to be the only one there except for one other person. She didn’t know if she could sit anywhere or had to wait to be seated, but she didn’t have to figure it out for long.

“Hi. Sorry if you’ve waited long, but sit anywhere you please. Menus are already at the tables.” An American accent, Caitlin thought. made sense if an American owned the place.

Seating herself at one of the many small booths, she scans through the menu, suddenly becoming hungry.

“Now, I just made a fresh pot of coffee for you if that’s what you’d like, but how are you with the menu? Need more time?” Caitlin looks up to find you there with a little notepad in your hand, looking down at her with a smile.

“I think I know what I want actually. I’ll just get the pancakes with eggs and bacon please.”

“Alright. Now how do you want your eggs cooked?”

“Scrambled is just fine.”

“What about for a drink?”

“I’ll have a coffee please.”

“Great. I’ll go grab your coffee and start makin’ your food. Be back in a bit.”

As she waited, she looks around the diner, taking in the atmosphere. It looks like the diners you see on the television when watching some old time-y American film or show. Like the one show Caitlin had started to watch, Riverdale was it?

“Here’s your coffee. Cream and sugar for you if you want. And your food is almost done.”

“Thank you.”

Caitlin couldn’t help herself, but she thought you were beautiful. You have an aura that made her want to get to know you more, so she did what she thought she should do.

“Would you like to sit down with me? Like get to know each other and all that?”

You pause. Of course you’ve been asked by other customers to have a meal with them, but you’ve always declined. But you somehow couldn’t decline her invitation.

“Let me just grab your food and I’ll be right back.” You give her a big smile, making Caitlin smile just as big.

After the initial introductions, you and Caitlin had gotten quite along, conversation flowing very easily between the both of you.

You found out that she played football, not at all being a fan of the sport, or sports in general, but not your opinion would definitely change. She asked why you opened up a diner and you told her that you just loved the vibe diners give out and always wanted to open one. Also how there’s not many around England. It’s open twenty-four seven, you only come by when you want to or if there’s no one that can cover a shift.

Without realizing, two hours had passed. Your openers for the diner had just come in. Caitlin tells you that she should get going, picking up her wallet to pay, but you declined saying it’s on the house. Instead, she asked if she could ask for your number, hoping to hang out outside the diner in the future. You agreed, bidding her goodbye as she walked out.

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Two months have passed. You and Caitlin have been texting and calling everyday, meeting up a few times mostly at your place as she didn’t want any of her friends just bathing in, wanting to introduce you at her own terms.

Her teammates, especially her Matilda teammate Steph, noticed how much she’s been smiling at her phone and cancelling plans with the team.

“What’s god you gigglin’ on your phone there Cait?”

“Nothing.” She brushes Steph off, finishing packing her bag to head back home.

“You’ve been a lot happier these days I feel like.” This got the attention of most of the team, interested in the conversation happening.

“Yeah. Just texting a friend.”

“A friend, hey? You sure they’re just a friend?”

“Okay, fine. I was supposed to invite you anyway, but I do have a girlfriend and I’d like to invite you all to her place tomorrow after training for a dinner. She’s cooking.”

“Foordy’s got herself a girlfriend!” Katie yells out. Everyone else cheering like they’d just won a major tournament.

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“Alright. They’ll be here soon. Do you need me to do anything else?”

“Nope. Just stand there and be sexy.” You say, leaning up to peck her lips.

Moments later, you hear the sound of the doorbell, Caitlin’s friends trickling in one after the other. Settling down in your backyard, you start getting boba dyed with questions.

“How did you guys meet?”

“When did you guys meet?”

“How’d Caitlin get a hold of you?”

“Woah, guys! Don’t overwhelm her. She’ll answer when you quiet down.”

“Thank you, baby.” You kiss her cheek, getting aww’s from everyone, making you blush. “Alright. To answer all the questions at once, she came by my diner at like two in the morning, I was the only one working and she was my only customer. She was very shy at first, but we warmed up to each other very quickly, talking for two hours. We exchanged numbers, she asked me to be her girlfriend and now we are here.”

After swearing all the questions, everyone quickly dug into the food, complimenting you on the taste. Everyone was so easy to talk to.

Caitlin watched you bond with her teammates, laughing at something Leah had said. She was glad you were getting along with everyone and that everyone had gotten along with you, like they’d known you for quite some time.

She was grateful that she had walked into your diner that night.

#woso x reader #greynatomy #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #caitlin foord #caitlin foord x reader

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todayontumblr · 3 months

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chimpanzeedotcom · 7 months

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sleaterkinnie · 2 months

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making pancakes 🥞 making bacon 🥓 pancakes 🥞 makin bacon 🧑‍🍳🥓 and i put it in a pancake 🥓👉🥞🍽️

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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Mother's Day

68' Comeback Special Blurb

Elvis and Ada surprise you with breakfast in bed.

It's been sometime since I've written one of these. Enjoy!

It was always so surreal to you celebrating Mother’s Day or even the fact that you were a mother. Elvis always did the sweetest things for you and Ada would draw you little pictures. This year Elvis wanted him and Ada to do something special together for you. While you slept Elvis carefully got out of bed and got Ada up as well and the two of them headed downstairs to make you breakfast. Elvis had Mary bring the twins down as well because he wanted them involved even if they couldn't do anything. She sat them in their high chairs and Elvis cut up some bananas for them to eat as she gave them their bottles. Elvis had no idea what he was doing in the kitchen and Mary insisted on helping him make breakfast but he insisted he wanted to do it himself. Elvis lifted Ada up and sat her on the countertop and chuckled softly as he glanced over at the twins who were making a mess of their bananas and kissed each of their heads. Elvis grabbed the eggs and bacon out of the fridge and sat them on the counter.

“Can we make mama pancakes too?” Ada said with a wide smile.

Elvis nodded with a grin.

“‘Course we can, darlin’.” he said softly as he went to get the pancake mix and set it on the counter. He grabbed a bowl from a cabinet and Ada reached over to open the eggs and she carefully picked up an egg and she had watched you make breakfast all the time so she tried to crack it open like you did by tapping it against the bowl. Elvis smiled as he watched her struggle a bit. “Daddy will help you.” he said as he placed his hand over hers and they cracked the egg open together and quickly emptied the yoke into the bowl and did it one more time, a few shells ending up in the bowl.

“Yuck!” Ada shouted as she got some of the egg yoke on her fingers. Elvis laughed and carried her over to the sink to wash her hands and then he sat her back down on the counter.

“Wanna stir the eggs up, Addy?” Elvis asked as he grabbed a fork and he put a bit of salt and pepper in the eggs. She nodded happily and he handed Ada the fork and she slowly began to stir the eggs up while Elvis put two strips of bacon on a pan and he grabbed another bowl to start the pancakes. He dumped a bit in the bowl and made a bit of a mess in the kitchen as the pancake dust got everywhere. Ada giggled as he got covered in pancake mix. “Your mama would do my damn head in if she saw the mess I’m makin’ in her kitchen.” Elvis chuckled. Ada smiled up at him as she continued to stir the eggs.

“Did I stir the eggs right, daddy!?” she asked happily. He leaned over and kissed her head, nodding.

“They look perfect, honey. Just the way mama does it.” He said softly and she smiled wide at him feeling proud of herself and she carefully lifted the bowl and dumped the eggs into the pan making a bit of a mess on the stove. “Thank you, baby.” Elvis hummed as he began to get the pancakes ready and he set the bowl beside Ada and grabbed a whisk and handed it to Ada. “Since you stirred the eggs so well, daddy needs your help with the pancakes.” He said with a smile, handing it to her. She beamed happily taking the whisk and doing her best to mix the pancake batter up.

“Like this, daddy?” she said, glancing up at him as she slowly stirred the pancake mix. Elvis nodded at her and ran his hand over the top of her head. While that was all going he turned to the twins and he laughed softly seeing Elvis Jr. have his banana slices smeared on his face and he grabbed a napkin to clean him. He turned back to Ada who was still hard at work mixing the pancake batter and he checked on the bacon and eggs that were almost done. He had another pan warm and ready for the pancakes.

“You want to pour some of the pancakes in the pan, Addy?” Elvis asked.

“Yes!” She squealed.

Elvis smiled and helped her with the bowl and tilted it just a bit to pour some of the batter into the pan. “Mama says when you see bubbles you flip them!” Ada said smiling. Elvis raised an eyebrow at her and he laughed because he didn’t know that.

“Well as soon as you see the bubbles you flip ‘em, honey.” he smiled and handed her a spatula and she nodded holding the spatula proudly as she watched the pancake. While she was doing that Elvis was finishing up the eggs and plating them with the bacon. Ada sees bubbles start to form on the pancakes and she gets excited as she quickly tries to flip it and Elvis watches her closely near the stove and he smiles to himself seeing how careful she’s trying to be while flipping it. When she successfully flips the pancake over she bounces up and down happily.

“Daddy! Did you see that!? I did it!” she says excitedly.

“I did! Good job, baby. You’re a natural! We’ll make mama one more when that one finishes.” he smiled, kissing her cheek. When the pancake was finished Ada carefully lifted it with the spatula and slowly set it down onto the plate and then Elvis poured some more batter into the pan and once they finished that pancake, Elvis smiled at the finished plate. He grabbed a food tray and set the plate on it and poured you a glass of orange juice and set it on the tray as well. Elvis picked Ada up and set her down on the ground. “Time to surprise mama.” Elvis smiled before he went to ask Mary to carry up the tray while he grabbed the twins and Ada led the way upstairs to the bedroom where you were still fast asleep. Ada carefully climbed onto the bed beside you and Elvis set the twins down who followed behind their big sister and crawled beside their mama. Ada began to tap your arm gently as the twins babbled away. Elvis took the tray from Mary and thanked her as he set it down on your bedside table.

“Mama.. Mama.. wake up.” Ada said softly.

You slowly began to wake and your eyes fluttered open seeing all three of your children beside you and a sleepy smile formed on your lips. Ada climbed on top of you and kissed your cheek as she hugged you tight. “Happy Mother's day!” she said happily. You giggled softly and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you, my sweet girl.” you said softly and you sat up a bit and leaned over to kiss the twins as well. Then you smiled widely when you saw Elvis who was covered in pancake mix and you couldn’t help but giggle again and he leaned down to give you a soft kiss and you returned his kiss. “Well, this is already starting out as a great day.” you hummed.

“It’s about to be even better because we made you breakfast, little.” Elvis said softly. Ada climbed off your lap and snuggled up beside you as Elvis placed the tray in your lap and you couldn't stop smiling seeing the cute little breakfast they made for you. “Our lil Addy will be a good cook one day. She cracked the eggs and helped with the pancakes and even flipped them over.” Elvis said proudly as he climbed into bed and placed Scarlett in his lap.

Ada nodded in agreement.

“Just like mama taught me!” she said happily.

You grinned at their words. “Aw, I’m so proud. It looks delicious.” you hummed as you sat Little Elvis in your lap who was already trying to grab at your food. Ada stayed cuddled up beside you and she watched eagerly for you to take a bite. You grabbed your fork and began to take a little bit of everything. You appreciated more than the sweet gesture of the breakfast but as soon as you tasted the eggs you were crunching down on an egg shell, but you didn’t say a word because you knew how proud Ada was of being able to make breakfast for you with Elvis. But he could tell from your face that it wasn’t great. You both looked at each other and smiled as you simply spoke with your eyes, patting his hand gently. It was the sweetest thing for them to make you breakfast and you’d be damned if you’d hurt your little girl’s feelings.

“Mmm, the eggs are delicious!” you mumbled as you cut into your pancakes that were a bit undercooked but you ate them anyway, smiling at Ada before you drank some of your orange juice. You then leaned over to give all four of them a kiss. “Thank you so much for breakfast. I’m already having the best mother’s day.” you said softly. Elvis smiled and cleared his throat softly.

“Well, uh.. Don’t go down to the kitchen yet if ya wanna continue having a good one.” Elvis chuckled. You raised an eyebrow at his words.

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“Daddy made a mess!” Ada blurts out.

“Ya little tattletale!” Elvis laughed as he shook his head.

Ada giggled at his words.

“Of course he did. It’s okay. Mama’s work is never done.” you playfully rolled your eyes and laughed softly as you finished up most of your breakfast. “Have the two of you eaten breakfast?” you asked.

Elvis shook his head. “Y’know you’re the only one who gets my eggs and bacon just the way I like ‘em.” Elvis smiled.

“I want french toast, mama!” Ada chimed in.

You nodded with a smile as you set your tray aside

“C’mon, I’ll go fix breakfast for the two of you and show you how to clean up the kitchen.” you laughed.

“You don’t need to do that right now, little.” Elvis said softly.

“Hush. I want to, I like making you all breakfast. It’s my job to take care of my babies and that includes you.” you said with a giggle, kissing Elvis’ cheek.

You really did enjoy your role of a housewife and taking care of them all. It made you happy that everyday, especially mother’s day they made you feel special and appreciated for all that you do for them. It was hard for you to say no to them or not do things for them when it was a time for you to be spoiled. It made you happy, but also Elvis was a horrible cook and someone had to do it.

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