Y/N had woken up that morning earlier than she had meant to. It was getting hot in their bedroom and she desperately needed some relief. She looked over at Michael, face squished against the pillow, laying on his belly over the sheets, peacefully unaware. He was only in his boxers but she couldn’t imagine how someone could sleep in this heat even in little clothing. She quietly slipped out of bed and padded across the room to knock the air conditioning up a bit. Unfortunately for Y/N, her body had decided that since she had gotten out of bed that meant any chance of more sleep was officially over.
She laid next to her lover, staring at the ceiling for longer than she could stand. She looked over at him many times contemplating waking him up. She wanted him to have his rest, his days were long. But she was also in desperate need of company and she knew if this was him, she would’ve been woken up the second he was.
Y/N lay on her side to face Michael, who had his back to her, and began tracing a line with her finger between the birthmarks on his back. She heard him release a sigh and for a moment she thought she had woken him. When he didn’t move, she continued before replacing her finger with her mouth. She moved from mark to mark, placing gentle kisses wherever she found them.
“What are you doing?” his voice was groggy with sleep and she could just make out his words that seemed to get lost against the pillow.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she said against his skin.
Michael turned to face her, eyes barely open, and pulled her close to his chest, “Go to sleep” he closed his eyes as he dragged his fingers up and down her spine. Her eyes fluttered at the comforting feeling but she knew sleep was not coming.
She tilted her head up to kiss the underside of his jaw, all she could reach from how close he held them together, “Bub, I can’t” she whispered after a few moments.
“You’re not trying,” he grumbled, taking his hand from her back to stroke her hair.
Y/N closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hand in her hair and the warmth of his body. When she hadn’t spoken for a few minutes, Michael looked down at her, thinking he’d won.
Y/N looked into his blue eyes and smiled, “Can we get up now?”
Michael rolled his eyes, “What’s the point? Let’s stay in bed today. Nothing good is out there,” he grasped her thigh and pulled her leg so it was over his hip.
Reaching up, she threaded her hand through his unruly bedhead, “I can make us French toast, bub. Wouldn’t you like that?”
He smiled wide, boy-like in his excitement, “That would be amazing”
“Okay, I’ll go now. Gimme like ten minutes. I’ll bring it up here for us to eat,” she explained.
“Okay,” he said, closing his eyes but not releasing his grip on her.
Y/N giggled and managed to pull back a bit to kiss his lips, “Bub, let go. I can’t go if I can’t get up,”
“Oh right, right,” he held her tighter, holding a firmer grip on her leg that lay on his hip.
“Oh my god,” she gently ran her finger down the bridge of his nose, “be good. It’ll only take ten minutes”
His eyes flew open, narrowing at her words, “I am good. I just want you closer a little longer. Is that a crime?”
Y/N smiled, shaking her head slightly, “I’m gonna be even closer than this real soon, I can promise you that,” Michael laughed, “so let me go so we can have breakfast and get the energy you’re desperately going to need,”
“A little fucking minx, I have,” he laughed as he released her.
Y/N kissed him once before pulling herself from their bed. She squealed as he managed to swat at her ass as she got up. When she turned he had an innocent look on her face, shrugging the way any innocent boy would.
She went quickly to the kitchen and gathered everything she needed. He was obsessed with French toast for some reason or another and she knew she could entice him to start their day if he had it. After she had ensured they were cooked to his liking, she carried them up to their room on a tray.
“Okay, sit up,” she said, setting the tray on the side table.
She looked over at Michael who was still on his belly, head now facing the window and arm reaching out to her pillow. She let out a deep sigh. He was asleep. She had been gone for no more than twenty minutes. She supposed that that twenty minute silence was too tempting for him.
Gently and carefully, as not to disturb him, she crawled up from the end of the bed to take her spot next to him. She lifted his arm that lay against her pillow and slid under, letting his arm wrap around her. In his sleep, he pulled her closer. She stared at her beautiful boy for quite some time. The way his curls stuck out in different directions, the way his lips pouted when he slept, the rise and fall of his chest in a steady and calm rhythm. He was a man with an immense responsibility and she knew it drained him. She placed one gentle kiss to his lips before cuddling in closer and letting sleep take them both for just a little longer.
You’ve always felt out of place, as if your very presence is somehow off and tilted to the side of some invisible line that those around you walk with little trouble. Growing up in an orphanage is difficult by itself, but the woman who ran the orphanage, always seemed to distrust you, and look at you like you were alien, an unsettling blemish. She made it difficult to feel safe, and always ensured you would never be adopted.
When a new church opened up in town, she was the first to insist that the children attend, claiming it would be good for them to learn godliness. Her gaze however, lingered on you a little too long to not show it for the lie it was. When you arrived to the church, she kept her eyes on you like a hawk, seeming deeply disappointed when entering the grounds, the church, and even getting “accidentally” splashed with holy water, did nothing.
The head of the church came out to greet the group a short time later, a rather attractive young man with a smooth charismatic personality. It was obvious your caretaker was smitten, and the man indulged her for some time before she directed him over to you with a look of distaste and desperation. As the man approached, you could feel something shift in the air, a feeling that he was different too, and seconds later, you were proven correct.
As he knelt before you, his back facing everyone else, you got to witness the way his grin widened, baring teeth too sharp to be human, his eyes flashing a deep smouldering red, yet somehow softening with affection.
“I knew she would be so foolish as to bring you to this… church. I’ve been looking for you for sometime little one. Its time you came home.”
i can’t stop thinking about how tom has been wearing his flannels open with super soft cotton shirts underneath and how if you were in venice with him you’d definitely wrap your arms around his waist under the flannel and rest your chin on his chest looking up at him just taking in the beauty of the city and existing together and enjoying each other’s company in one of the most romantic places in the world and he would totally have his hands resting on the small of your back and kiss your nose when he’d look down at you and wOw i want this
Headcanon that Izuku keeps the letter from Kouta and reads it whenever he’s down, to remind him of the future he’s working towards, to remind him that he was able to save one little boy, and there are others out there that will need him to save them too one day.
Eventually, he notices it’s starting to get a bit worn, from how much he re-reads it, creases getting deeper from all the times he’s refolded it, and he doesn’t want it to fall apart, so he decides to frame it and put it up on his wall.
His friends all find it pretty endearing, and kinda funny.
When he and Shouto move into their first apartment together after graduating from high school, it’s one of the first things he puts up.
Before long, the entire hero community knows about the letter because Izuku is super friendly and super popular so he always has people over at his place.
Izuku takes Kouta on as an intern in his first year at UA, and basically every hero he meets, upon hearing Kouta’s name, says, “Hey! Aren’t you the kid that punched Midoriya in the balls that one time?”
After the third time this happens, Kouta, mortified, shouts, “HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU TOLD ABOUT THAT!?”
And Izuku just kinda chuckles like, “Lmao that letter is up on my wall, the entire hero community has seen it by this point.”
Kouta wants to crawl into a hole and die, but he comforts himself in the fact that at least it’s only the pro heroes that know about it.
But then, on the day he graduates from UA, Izuku posts this super soppy tweet about how his office is welcoming a new sidekick, and how proud he is of Kouta, and how far he’s come from the angry, bitter little boy that he used to be.
And Kouta would be touched, but Izuku includes a picture of the framed letter on his wall that Kouta wrote when he was 5, and from then on, everyone knows him as “the guy that punched the number one hero in the balls that one time”
You’ve grown up your whole life with your grandmother, never knowing a thing about your parents. She was loving to you, doting, but she never answered your questions of them. While she did let you have the run of the place, she absolutely forbade you from ever going into that strange secret little garden of hers, becoming angry and almost frantic at the mention of it.
Her little garden had tall vine covered walls on all sides, with no visible door. You knew there was one though, having found not only it, hidden behind the twisting vines, but the ornate lock that keeps it shut to you. You know where the key is, having seen your grandmother slip it around her neck each morning as she muttered to herself about Them. You’re not sure who They are, but with little other than your grandmother and the animals to keep you company, your curiosity burns greater every day.
One morning, she forgets to put on her key as she rushes from the house, reluctantly leaving you behind as you had been feeling progressively weaker as of late. Its only as you get up to get water, that you notice the key, sitting forgotten on her vanity. You feel a sudden surge of drive at the sight, and decide it cant hurt to take a peek while shes away.
Eventually you make it to the hidden door, opening it up with a loud click, and slowly stepping through. The garden is beautiful and surreal, filled with life, and in the centre of the garden, you find a wide circle of mushrooms. The closer you step, the stronger you feel, and you find yourself growing closer without even realising it. You look away for only a moment as you hear a car in the distance, but when you look back, there are two people there, both beautiful and strange.
They look a bit like you, you realise, though dressed in elegant, almost regal clothing. Their eyes seem full of emotion as they look at you. To your shock, they sink to their knees at the edge of the circle, reaching out for you with crystal like tears in their eyes, seemingly unable to pass some invisible barrier.
“Oh little heart! We have waited so long. Please! Please come before its too late! The Thief is killing you the longer she keeps you in this realm. Please little one, come to us”
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