#I have to make a phone call and I'm procrastinating bc i hate phone calls

[sso-montana]

I was bored and tried to edit Montana onto the in-game model I'm not going to bother with clothes folks

in-game mo looks like the dollar store version now

[vnamps]

LIKABLE . lee minho x gn reader

authors note: I'm such a procrastinator and not consistent this was written by a random midnight impulse so its really dumb but please send in some fluff reqs bc we love romance

summary: in which a drunken late night call to your enemy reveals that title may not be so true

four in the morning. A timing in which, especially on weekdays, most people should be sleeping, preparing themselves for another recurring cycle of what people would call "adulthood" Despite this, Minho found himself awake, lying in bed. He did nothing but stare at the ceiling as he tried so hard concentrating on how to make those stubborn "chemicals" mix so that he could finally be out for the night. On the other hand, you were completely wasted, also not sleeping. You had been dropped off home by one of your friends who you arrived at the club with but they didn't think to further make sure you were doing alright such as staying out of trouble and not calling the one person who absolutely hates you, possibly ruining their sleep.

It wasn't that you hated Minho, for you two are actually very compatible, at least so you think. In fact, you thought he was gorgeous. It was just the long dramatic sighs he gave whenever you spoke, almost like he was bored; The numerous times he basically humiliated you by ignoring you In front of everyone. It was clear to you that he didn't enjoy your company and so you tried your hardest to stray from him. It isn't easy though considering that somehow fate always places you two together.

Minho was aware of his cold behavior towards you. It was a mechanism he tried using to get rid of that stupid feeling he felt whenever his eyes bore in to your soul unknowingly or whenever you smiled at him, even when he knew it was fake. His attempts at this were quite useless considering they do say the heart grows fonder when apart.

To him, you couldn't possibly want someone like that in your life, something you both tried convincing yourselves. So when he got a call with your name labeled, it's quite obvious he was both confused and shocked to say the least. Nonetheless, he pressed 'accept' and brung the phone to his ear.

"hello?" it was quiet, his voice fragile.

"oh. you answered." You replied, letting out a small breath which resembled a airy chuckle.

"y-yeah I did. is there something you need?" He could feel his heart pick up a tiny pace as the anticipation ate at him.

"why do you hate me?" It was direct, bold even. Minho could even hear the little quiet catch of breath after, almost as if you were trying to hold back tears.

It was silent for a bit, Minho stunned as you continued.

"y-you dislike me a-and everything I do. s-sometimes you make me even wonder if i- if I am even l-likeable." Minho can sense that you're crying by how broken it sounds when you speak and he can feel his heart break a little.

"when have I implied that I hated you?" It was a dumb question because even he knew of his behavior.

you scoff, letting out an airy laugh. It was cold, unlike the earlier comparison.

"you didn't have to, minho." you reply, sounding a little incoherent as you began to rant on about all of the stuff that he's been doing.

It all confused him why you'd call him so late bringing up a topic like this but none of that mattered because none of it is as important as digging himself out of the shit he'd put himself in.

"I don't hate you." It was small, true nonetheless and very impactful as you stopped speaking, taking a bit to process what was said

"you don't hate me?" you repeated in question, almost sounding like some sort of affirmation on your tongue, almost like a potion how it sobered you.

"so... you think I'm likable?" you had an eager tone in your voice, causing him to smile to himself as he let out a small giggle.

"more than likable."

[blackbird-brewster]

2, 4, 5, 12, 13, 30, 32, 38, 47, 57, 69, 83, 84

I will answer your ask here shortly! But I didn't want you to think I forgot to ask you ✌️❤️😘

[Send my Writer Asks] TY for so many number!! <3

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

Basically any and every fic with JJ in it is this exact thing. JJ is notorious for going off-script and just doing whatever the hell she wants. I have had to re-write entire fic outlines bc of this. She's a nuisance (affectionate).

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

I often look at the 4 chapters I wrote for an early season CM fic that's sorta like 'You've Got Mail' (it's a 2006 online dating fic) and lament that I've never finished it. I even *know* the reason why too, it's simply because the coding to do entire chapters in 'e-mail' form on AO3 would require me to build custom skins to make it look like emails and such (yea, I know I don't HAVE to make it look like that, but my brain says You Gotta) and god, I just really hate coding.

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

I currently have over *30* CM character/fanfic related playlists. You should check out this masterlist for all the links plus summaries of each playlist, or just give me a follow on Spotify

12. do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that? 

Sorry, what? I missed the question because I was staring out the window and procrastinating again. The answer -- YES, of course I do. I'm AudHD and I live in a house with three other people, a cat who's an asshole, and on a street where multiple houses are being built. 😭 I try my best to be at my desk at regular hours each week, usually about 10am-4pm M-F. And I close any windows/apps on my laptop that aren't my writing one and put my phone out of reach. Then I set the focus timer on for a designated time and try to write until it goes off. This helps TONS.

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

When I wrote what was supposed to be a Emily/Rebecca hate-sex one-shot, I didn't think anyone would read it. Then, when I expanded it into what became 'Do What I Want (Over What's Right)' I was absolutely blown away by the great convos I had with readers in each chapter's comment section. I even met a new best buddy via that fic! (hiiii @swpf)

30. most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." - Dr Seuss

32. do characters influence your writing style?

Can do, sometimes. My style itself doesn't change all that much, I don't think? I mean, I can look at old fics and see how far I've come since first writing them, but that's less about the characters themself and more about me as a weird little guy.

38. how many stories do you work on at one time?

One. As mentioned above, I'm far too distractable to have multiple-WIP at one time. The exception to this rule is, sometimes, I'll crank out a one-shot while working on a longer project too. But 99% of the time, I only have one WIP going.

47. what story are you most proud of?

Forever and ever, Head Full of Doubt (Jemily, High School AU). That fic explores mental health, friendship, depression, and the pressures of being a teenager. It is my forever proudest achievement as a writer.

57. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were reading it?

While reading? Hm, this is gonna sound so petty, but I recently pulled up the fandom wiki to double check a continuity point in a fic. Not because I was judging the author, more because my brain was trying to figure out the timeline they were presenting.

69. how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?

I have such a visceral imagination. I not only see my characters, but I definitely also feel their feels too as part of getting into their heads. When I write emotional scenes, I am usually sobbing myself. On the flip side, my partner knows when I'm writing smut bc my breath gets all soft and short 🫠

83. less is more or more is more?

Do whatever you want forever. Period. No rules, just do you!

84. said: overused or underused?

Again, do whatever you want forever. I use said/replied lots, but I also use more specific indicators to get tone across depending on the conversation and scene.

[author-a-holmes]

okay, you've convinced me to try sprinting lol! I always beat myself up for procrastinating on writing until it's too late in the day and then hating that I can't write for an extended period bc when I actually find the focus/motivation to write it's like 11PM. I think I (partly) procrastinate bc I *know* earlier in the evening I'll be too distracted by other stuff (texts, having to make dinner, wanting to watch a show or other stuff etc) to properly write. But if I only do it in bursts...it may work. Is there a specific app or anything you use or is really just set a timer on your phone and go?

That's exciting! I love watching writers try out new things!

I personally use the "Sprinto Bot" on Discord if you have your own server you can add it to, but literally any App or Clock can work for you. Just set the timer for 15, 20, or 25 minutes and just write. And then give yourself a break before doing another one, or call it done for the day if you just want to slide in something, yah know.

(25 minutes working, 5 minute break, is known as the Pomodoro Method, but as I mentioned in the other post I find 25 minutes too long, I start picking up my phone and getting side tracked. On bad days I also find 5 minutes too short a break. So it might take a few tries until you find a specific number combination that works for you)

Ultimately though, it may not work for you at all, but everyone I've talked into trying sprinting has at least found something from it to incorporate into their own specific writing toolset <3

I'm a night owl too, because of earlier in the day distractions, but if I start at 11pm I can usually run a sprint from 11:05-11:25, then have a 10 minute break, and then set another sprint to run between 11:35-11:55. Which nets me 40 minutes of writing a night. And sometimes that's 200 words, sometimes it's 500. On really, really, good nights I can get as many as 900 words in 2 sprints, but I've not been doing that well recently.

Ultimately the number doesn't matter all that much, it's just a way for me to talk myself into doing something. It used to be that I'd go "Urgh, I've only got an hour left? I can't settle into writing and get a good chunk done in that time, I'll leave it until tomorrow" and weeks would go by like that. Literal months Rofl

But if I've got twenty minutes, I can set a timer and do 200 words. It's progress, and I'll take any forward momentum when I'm neck deep in the second act of a manuscript lol!

[abcdosaka]

the life update 2.0

the unformatted stream of consciousness edition

i started working on monday. it's alright, been connecting with ppl, not being overly shy but i'm still adjusting to actually working 8 hours straight bc i've been doing legit nothing for 5 months straight. the people at my workplace are nice enough especially the ladies like there's one who i was lowkey scared of bc she kinda has a rbf and just looks so girlboss and professional but i messaged her and we talked and she's actually really nice :) anyway i've had enough work experience being the new guy and onboarding online that i'm not as scared as i would've been + i already know people at this company so i can kinda show my worth from the start

i got my period on friday and i was fucked up yesterday and today from cramps/headache so i got barely anything done so i need to do some work tmr cry T_T i need to remember work is not school i can't just procrastinate everything and i should actually work during and only during work hours. i give myself a pass though bc friday was just awful. also i was supposed to learn python before i started working but i didn't but idk feel like i can wing it there. i already know r and i learned java in highschool so it might actually be a breeze not to toot my own horn but i'm like pretty smart so

it feels like my pms (except its not really pre- more like first/second day of period) symptoms are getting worse the older i get. sometimes the symptoms are okay but more of them are just awful than not. i get really nasty headaches and intense fatigue for one, really bad cramps, joint pain and lower back pain, sometimes my boobs swell up and are really tender (compared to the normal level of tender), i'm either very irritable or sad, i feel like i can't eat and i'm bloated or gassy, i'm like constipated but i also need to shit all the time. like i cannot focus with these conditions. i couldn't this week bc its legit my first week lmao but i might start taking sick days for really bad periods. also maybe bc i took a walk before i started work but my allergies were REALLY bad all day

idk if it's my body aging (which is crazy bc i'm not even 23) or if it's bc i don't exercise as much as i should but idk i still do, like yes i do sit on my ass a LOT but i use the exercise bike a couple times a week and i lift a little bit (not as much as i used to). i haven't been able to go swimming in a while bc i think i had a uti (i didn't bother going to the doctor bc i've gotten 2 in like the last year and i hate taking antibiotics so i was like man lets just wait this out) and now i'm on my period. but other than that i swim pretty frequently.

the only issue w me is i'm a homebody but thats just bc i have almost no friends in my city lmao. esp since n has moved. (i kinda wanna call her but idk our in person chats are always so much better than calls like slight tangent but i can never hear her on the phone lmao)

honestly not mad at it like. did we only talk to each other out of circumstance? i think it's just a fact of life that most of our friends are borne from necessity at work school etc but once that ends only a few of them, maybe 1 or 2, will really stick around. but still like most ppl from uni i just don't think i'll ever talk to again and i wonder if that should matter to me or not. ngl sometimes the loneliness hits me but i don't think i've really lost my social skills in fact i think i've gotten a lot better compared to this time last year like sept 2022 - april 2023 was just a downward spiral for my social skills everything was so hard and my anxiety was prob the worst it had ever been and i wasn't very forgiving of myself. maybe bc i spend a lot of time at home but also i just don't really have a hard time talking to randos on games or in shops or whatever now. idk maybe i give less of a shit now or maybe my solitude is making my ego rise like it tends to.

i heard that was a thing, like if you spend too much time alone your sense of self becomes insanely inflated or deflated there is no middle ground. kinda facts like people are weird

but anyways i feel, for the most part, pretty chill these days. i think i could stand up for myself better now vs in the past. i texted sp again to say like "we should make plans" but i set up the last plan and like i drove her home last time too and we met at this kinda lame plaza bc she had an errand nearby so if she doesn't start the convo this time then i legit can't be arsed like i'll never talk to her again bc i'm gonna return the same effort i get. in fairness she told me that work is really exhausting for her and her commute is ridiculous like she lives by fucking farmland and has to take public transit everywhere bc she doesn't have a car. but we've never been close and i don't think our sense of humour or what we're interested in is all that similar so i get why she's not feelin it honestly me neither. no hard feelings but i will drop her tho.

holy shit this post is loooonggg. i'm not even done writing about shit but i think thats it for the life stuff so i'll make a new one

[post-modern-prometheus]

(og byler vol1/vol2 timeline anon here 🐝)

i've also been hoping for mike's arc this season to be tied up with or at least parallel karen's for ages now, though i haven't had such a specific scene idea. i just think it would be incredibly neat + tidy for mike to be honest with himself at the same time that karen is finally honest with herself, seeing as the whole wheeler theme/family trend appears to be lying to oneself, (eventually) going against society's ideal, and ending up much happier for it. i'd appreciate if you expanded on your vision- it's such a great idea for a scene, and you sad you love discussion so please! discuss! :)

WHEELER ARC !!! i will ofc procrastinate this final and tell u all about how i want there to be a Moment between mike and will on this road trip. and oh boy oh boy is it an intense one. of the ponyboy and johnny variety. and they're gonna kiss they're leaning in and- mike jumps away, stumbles up and away from will. ofc there have been intense moments between them before, there always have been. but that was. that was almost a kiss. it's obvious too. will calls out for mike, telling him to come back. it's raining. but mike runs out into the night. will yells "i'm sorry mike!" but it's lost in the downpour.

see, here's the thing: will thinks mike is straight and will now hate him for almost kissing him. and- guess what- mike thinks will is straight and will now hate him for almost- you get the idea. will has already had his moment that makes it like. explicit to the audience. bc let's face it. everyone already knows. mike is the "plot twist gay". this kiss is what really makes the audience go HMMM???? at mike.

so mike finds his way to a pay phone. he has a couple coins in his pocket and the audience has no idea who he's going to call. not until there's a shot the phone ringing in the wheeler's kitchen. karen runs to it, slamming her glass of wine down on the counter.

"hello?" she's frantic, hopeful, very reminiscent of s1 joyce in the most tragic way possible.

mike can't speak for a moment, he looks a bit surprised to hear his mom on the phone. not because it's the middle of the night, but because he hadn't really known who he had been calling. it just happened.

he asks her, about dad and the divorce. why did she marry him if she didn't love him. and she tells him it was easier. and they talk and she knows. and she's scared to ask him, but she does, and he tells her. about will. he admits it as he clutches the phone with white knuckles, shivering there in the pouring rain. droplets drop from his drenched hair, and maybe he's crying- he sure sounds like it but it's impossible to tell in the rain.

and karen tells him she loves him. and he tells her he'll be home soon and hangs up. the line goes dead and she clutches the receiver to her chest, sliding down the wall, collapsing in sobbing heap on the floor.

[useryennefer]

I had to call tax and customs (I believe that's what it's called in English I'm not sure tho) bc my health care is currently being paid by my mom (bc I haven't had a job since last September) and for some reason around march, when my dad went to the doctor to have us prescribed some painkillers they said that my social insurance (again I'm not sure if that's the correct term for it) was red even though my mom has been paying for it for months. And I only got around to calling them now bc first of all I absolutely hate phone calls, they make my anxiety a hundred times worse, secondly I feel so guilty about the whole situation that I've been procrastinating lmao. Plus my mom said that it's not that important. Anyway now that I finally got myself to call them they didn't fucking pick up the phone... But that's not even the point, I got so worked up that I ended up having a minor panic attack... Over a damn phone call that didn't even happen!! I just hate the current state of my mental health and that I can't really do anything about it bc if I wanted to go to a therapist I would need a job first but I can't get a job if my anxiety is so horrible. It's a vicious circle and idk how to end it.

Edit: omg I'm a dumbass... they are not even there today bc it's a day off 🤦🤦

[atlaese]

Sorry I have been busy and haven't been on. Unfortunately I have to be in my phone because on desktop asks are limited to like 200 characters or something? Very annoying. But don't worry don't stress about answering on time, we are all humans! And you might need to check your setting, I think there is an exclusive button for asks.

We can definitely fix him and he doesn't even get a say in this, baby I know what's best for you. Now you have see I don't know what happens in comics with the family thing what I know is that Karen dies which motivates him and meets Elektra afterwards who is his endgame. At some point he had a fling with Natasha but that was very brief. I don't know more about that but I can definitely learn! He has given up the mantle in the show lol to iron fist during defenders before season three of dd but then in iron fist season two Danny goes... Somewhere. One day when you'll see the series you'll know but I'm telling you beside the punisher the series are very interconnected because in th comics they had many many runs together. And I think hells kitchen is a very small place. I have a friend who lives in long Island and says that hells kitchen is actually a Rick neighborhood isn't that hilarious? But no in all of things he thinks of Danny as his successor I guess both in comics and in the show.

I want a coffee date with Matt so bad. Please universe. Holding hands over the table and your other hands holding your cups of coffee pleeease the absolute cutest I can picture this so vividly in my head. His restaurant date with Karen was so cute it filled me with such jealousy ngl. He is just precious really. Opera is Hella expensive but we can make it work, win tickets at the radio show or something, haha. Park date also, very cute very nice,. Ooh maybe a fair a festival what are they called? With street vendors and stuff.

I think he made money from boxing at some point next week during my re-watch ill start pinpointing things and keeping notes so we can enrich our talks. But yeah definitely little money not a lot, abet here and there.

matty <3 (lets just ignore the sad subtitles bc i hate that that happened to him :( he deserved so much better)

don't worry omg! you are also not obligated whatsoever to do this, so take as much time as you need! i really enjoy this so much!! also; @tumblr fix the asks!! in general!!!!!!!

anyway *cracks knuckles* on to more matt!!

we could fix him so good <3 like matt just... let us do the work you just sit back and observe. take notes. as a lawyer you must be pretty good at that by now.

karen dies?? i mean. i don't particularly like her, but that kinda sucks that she dies. like poor matt. this man cannot catch a break. him and elektra do make sense, like they have such a passionate relationship! a fling with nat??? pls matt he pulls the hottest women <3 good for you.

ooh i didn't know that yet! i am actually procrastinating watching the last four episodes of season three haha. i'm just not ready to say goodbye and im watching other stuff right now hahha! i love those interconnected series so much! like every character has their own arch but it intertwines with others and ugh... i love that sm.

i honestly thought hell's kitchen was somewhere in like brooklyn? but it's in manhattan?? lmao i've only been to new york once, but i did not expect that it would be a richer neighbourhood! pls stop with the coffee date stuff omg i cannot handle that because i know it's never gonna happen to me </3 like. where will i find a man that is exactly like matt. nowhere! or at least not where i live :(. oh and the pool thingy with karen. like. ah. so hot. so hot. i love playing pool and this is definitely not a dream of mine. like. someone (matt) hovering over me. very close. oof. i need to take a breather.

i hate calling but i'd call a radio show to win tickets for him so he can enjoy the opera. like i'd embarrass myself on national radio to do that for him. ooh park date YES! picnic. with strawberries and nice drinks and a soft blanket so you can lay your head in his lap and... my heart hurts. omg a fair!!!!!!! i love those!!!!! imagine him at a petting zoo 🥺 like a little llama coming up to him. or a donkey. i love donkeys.

omg you're going to keep notes??? for these talks??? marry me pls. (this week i won't be able to watch a lot of stuff because i have a final on friday, but i'm so looking forward to your thoughts!!)💗

[m0tel6mxzzy]

PROZAC NATION

rating: 4.8/5 stars

trigger warning: mentions of drug use, sh

*spoilers!!!*

(also, clarification that im actually gonna watch & review mysterious skin, not requiem for a dream. i edited that in the og post but it looks like it doesn't correct it for reblogs)

-a few seconds in and lizzie and her mind remind me of me and my mom. when i first got my depression treatment she was really doubtful and tended not to listen (although she was trying to help) but she got past that

-move over tracy freeland i now use lizzie wertzel as the depressed teenage girl i relate to

-19:27 - lizzie's pearl necklace look. beautiful. she has such a refined fashion that's also messy and gaudy, (like she bought the outfit at a costume shop) also unique-for someone going down a wrong path. she's trying to cling to this sophisticated narrative people expect of her, but mentally is clearly suffering and copes with this pressure via her substance abuse. there's a great juxtaposition between this "classy" harvard lady her mind pushed on her and the college party girl saying regrettable things she probably shouldn't while drunk, the exact opposite of the sophisticated facade she's aiming toward. i love badass fashion psychology i can read btwn the lines of

- 25:36 - "jesus lizzie you haven't slept in days." during my worse depression periods i'd either sleep my life away or stay awake all the time, trying to occupy myself with procrastination and the anxiety that came with having to finish work last minute just to feel something. twice i've done it and ended up getting a panic attack from the lack of sleep. so while my bouts never happened often they were super significant and I like the detail this movie has

-31:02 - "gradually, then suddenly, that's how depression hits. you wake up one morning afraid that you're going to live" mood bitch mood

-lizzie's mom going all this was behind us and implying she thought lizzie's depression would all drop w therapy. really it's a life long thing and can get crappy or better anytime

-jessica lange in that phone call scene w the dad....lange rhymes with range and that's what she has

-"poor ruby, i kill her joy" legit i'm 99% of the time irritable w depression and it makes ppl hate to be around me bc they think i'm like a ticking time bomb. again, mooooood.

-"i hate myself i hate the things i do" that entire scene. christina ricci's crying. oh my fucking god this movie is so sad and so close to home. i feel this bitch

-and then her switching from sad and upset to hopeless and angry when she complained abt her bday party. i feel like there was a split second the sadness started dissipating and she began to feel numb, so all she could do was get angry and shout what she thought.

-this is a fucking depression psychological horror movie the screaming "i'm not ur goddamn monkey" oh my god. my worst fear is turning out like this and losing complete control over my emotions more than i already do

-back in college!!!! another sophisticated look! this time liz isn't so concerned w appearing gaudy and to conceal her struggling. she's more relaxed and put together, and altho her outfit is stylish and formal for cold weather, and she is acknowledging her depression. shes gotten better and is putting more effort into her appearance as well without she's trying to blend in now that she no longer feels the pressure to be a perfect writer due to her mental health break. in that scene w her dad, bc she takes off a layer and can say things she's never been able to say to him prior to never speaking to him previously in the room scene where it's just the two of them arguing.

-lizzie's dad. i say this w kindness please choke u have MONEY money moneybags yo n never paid her damn med bills

-something abt her wearing a black dress and pearls at the party. she's finally acknowledging her depression and no longer trying to hide it yea yea yeah.

-christina ricci i would die for you

-that scene where her doctor catches her self harming is so damn sad. I've had one instance where my parents finally found out abt my sh (scariest shit alive) and u never really get over that. you live with that memory and it either eats you with guilt to relapse or inspires you to get better. either way it's impossible to just forget.

-i really needed this movie. currently im struggling w the idea my depression won't get better and the ending reminded me things very well could if i take it slow and be gentle with me self. Work and exist but not for others at the expense of all health, but for you. live for you.

final thoughts: this movie was brilliant. as someone with depression I've never related more. I loved tracy's portrayal in thirteen, but in all honestly i feel like christina as lizzie's is better for me to relate to personally. im no longer 13 and relate much more to lizzie since I'm closer in age to her, and the monologues and quotes from her hit incredibly close to home. christina ricci is also an acting goddess onscreen. if you have depression and are OK with themes of drug use and self harm, prozac nation is a great watch if you're look for something relatable that doesn't water down depression nor demonize anyone for it. I've never seen a movie portray depression and the instability that comes with it so perfectly.

gonna rent and watch:

-prozac nation

-white oleander

-requiem for a dream

-welcome to the dollhouse

never seen these movies b4 so i'll update in the reblogs on how it goes

[bnha-hcs]

Hi! I'm glad requests are open again. I was wondering if you could maybe do a scenario of Kirishima asking his s/o to move in together, and then maybe write a little about their interactions. Like maybe they cook each other breakfast, give goodnight/good morning hugs, lifts or kisses? or anything of the sort?? Thanks! I really enjoy your writing!! ^^

alksd Yes more Kirishima requests! I love this boy he’s such a good I would die for him. Thank you anon for this quality request (sorry I couldn’t get a lot of your suggestions in bc if I did this would have been like a short novel omg I could go on forever writing fluff for this boy)

It was early morning, the golden rays of sunshine gently filtered in through the slits in the curtains. Kirishima sat at the foot of his bed, phone in his hands, trying to patiently wait for a reply. He had been hinting to something for the past few days, nothing saucy or anything like that, but more of a wholesome idea. His idea was, of course, that he wanted you to move in with him. Although, he had just now had finally been able to put his thoughts into words. Staring at the screen of his phone he wondered if you were even awake at this hour. Sending you a text asking about a possibly sensitive topic probably wasn’t the best move now that he thought about it. He nevertheless waited for your answer. After all, he did have his own apartment and you had been complaining about your roommates for as long as he could remember. In his head it all made sense. The two of you had been dating since high school and things have been a little lonely for him since Bakugou had moved out. 

Kirishima got up to move to the main room and into the tiny kitchen to browse his options for breakfast. With a frown he picked up some leftovers of whatever the hell he managed to make from the night before and shoved it into the microwave. Classy. He moved to get a glass of water and nearly choked on his water when his phone buzzed and he saw the preview for your text. Without a moments hesitation he unlocked his phone and practically flew to the door, grabbing his keys and ignoring the beeping of the microwave. 

As soon as he arrived at your apartment he got the stink eye from one of your roommates when they answered the door. He ignored them and waited for them to yell at you to come to the door. The second you appeared in the door frame he reached out and grabbed you pulling you into a tight hug, lifting you up and spinning you around. You laughed at his excitement and gave him a quick kiss as soon as he let you go. Looking like the love struck fool that he was, he followed after you as you beckoned him inside the apartment. 

“You sure got here fast.” You laughed giving him a coy look. He responded by tugging you over to you to pepper your face with kisses while you giggled your little butt off.

“I was just so excited! This is so exciting!” He beamed after his onslaught of kisses. 

“Just help me pack already.” You said tossing him a few things. “I didn’t ask for you to come over just to talk.”

The both of you managed to pack things up relatively fast. You hated to admit it but you hadn’t even unpacked most of your things since moving in with your awful roommates. It was a mixture between procrastination and the slow realization that your roommates, were in fact, awful. You had decided to leave things packed in a few large boxes in case you had the chance to flee this place. Although you were a little hesitant at first, thinking that they would be upset with you for moving out you almost refused Kirishima’s request for you to move in with them. Luckily for you, as one of your roommates screeched across the apartment that you were, “out of ass wipe,” definitely swayed your choice. 

You arrived to your boyfriend’s apartment in record time considering it was pretty much down the street. It was clear that the two of you wanted to get there and spend some time together. So after hefting all the boxes up the stairs to his apartment you flopped down onto the couch, reveling in the new found freedom. It wasn’t long before Kirishima joined you and pulled you to him. He nuzzled his face into your neck and blew a few raspberries earning some surprised squeaks and sputters from you. 

“This is so unfair!” You managed you yelp through laughs. 

“Well now that you moved in I get to torment you with affection!” He grinned before continuing to tickle and kiss you.

“No, stop! It’s too much I swear you’re going to get kicked and it’s not going to be my fault!” You almost wheezed. “Someone help! I need a hero!” 

“Oh well that’s just cruel. Are you calling me a villain now?” He said with a pout. He feigned being hurt and stopped, putting a hand over his eyes and pretending to cry. You jabbed him in the side and he lifted his hand giving you a coy smile. 

“You’re such a butt Kiri, are you going to be this dramatic all the time?” You asked poking his cheek. 

“You should know by now how I am you know.” He said poking you back. 

“I know exactly how you are unfortunately.” You said. “And I know that you probably don’t have anything here for lunch do you?”

Kirishima sighed letting his head fall back onto the couch, thinking back to his forgotten leftovers in the microwave. He didn’t try to negate your statement which gave you your answer. Getting up you sauntered over to the little kitchen and opened up some of the drawers and cabinets. You frowned and looked over to the small pantry seeing that there was barely anything in there. 

“Kiri, this is just sad.” You called to him. 

“I know it’s bad.” He replied weakly. “I’ve been meaning to go shopping but..”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You huffed putting your hands on your hips. He perked up and poked his head up from the couch. 

“You’re cooking?” He asked. 

“Well you have enough for… some things at least.” You said. “It’s going to be better than whatever is seeping out of the microwave.”

You jabbed your thumb over your shoulder to the very sad looking microwave. Kirishima felt bad for leaving such a horrid thing in there. He’d have to open it to clean it but he wasn’t looking forward to the smell. He let out a groan and slowly got up to make his way to the small kitchen. You watched as he carefully opened the microwave and take out the smelly leftovers. 

“Gross…” You gagged and pinched your nose while fanning the air in front of you with your other hand. “Just put it in the trash already!”

“I’m going, I’m going!” He said rushing to the trash and slamming the odorous mess into it. 

You turned away and gathered things for whatever your could make out of this very limited amount of supplies. You knew it was definitely going to include rice considering you pretty much lived off the stuff yourself. Sometimes you just need to eat a bowl of plain rice and deal with it. After cleaning up his mess, Kirishima turned his attention to you and watched in admiration as you started to prepare something for lunch. He was completely smitten with you and he’d shout that to the heavens if you so much as asked. With a little smirk he slowly made his way over to you and snaked his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. You huffed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. 

“Oi, if you’re gonna stand here and be a nuisance you’re not gonna eat.” You said attempting to try and combine ingredients. “Here, chop these things up and be useful.” 

“Yes ma’am!” He chirped taking the assigned ingredients and moving to the side. His heart was soaring just being able to cook with you and he kept glancing at you like some sort of middle schooler with a crush. After cutting up all he needed to cut he leaned over and threw it into the pan as you instructed him to. Of course he didn’t do this without stealing a little kiss from you. You shook you head but he knew you were secretly delighted. It took him a second to realize that you had set the lid over the pan to let things simmer letting him try to take this opportunity, 

“(Y/n)...” He cooed. You turned around and yelped as he lifted you up and set you on top of the small counter. His hands rest on your thighs while your hands had flown up to his shoulders instinctively. He reached up and brought your face down a bit to kiss you. His lips were a little chapped but you didn’t mind because they were warm and inviting. You were lost in the feeling and as he pulled away you found yourself cupping his face and bringing him into another kiss instead. He hummed into the kiss obviously pleased with his own decision to put you on the counter. You broke and nuzzled your nose with his, both of you grinning at each other like idiots. Oh how you could get used to this…