#anyway i heard what sounded like a dog yelp in pain but cant be sure

[joshneedsspace]

I swear to god if one of my neighbors is abusing their dog I will throw hands like you wouldnt believe

[lizandbo]

Periods w/mha bois

Ok i know the titlie sounds weird as hell, liek it sounds like they are having periods..but okXD obvi a fem reader:P

Bakugo

- this boy would be absolutely clueless

- he’s not the greatest when it comes to...womanly stuff?

- like, he’s a mf male

- he doesnt need to worry bout that shit

- butttt when he started dating you, you didnt tell him (if you did then...just PRETEND)

- you were having old swings left and right, its like how Rango from the movie... the mole part(ya know what I’m talking bout right?XD)

- but anyway, bakugo is goin be like “who tf cares about that shit? I’m not in charge of it nor the one dealing with it so its not my fucking problem

- meanie:(

- we been knew tho so;-;

- if you want to soothe yo cramps then this is the right place to go here, but he got to complain beCAUSE THATS WHO HE FUCKING IS

- rubbing in low heat and yes there is modes, low heat, medium ouchies, boom of death

- rubbing on your lower part of the stomach, heaven will be served tonight ig

- when you snap at him he’s gonna bark back like a mf dog *cough cough pomeranian*

- he’s secretly scared shitless that when you cuddle, your gonna have blood all over his clothes

- he’s clean ok

- when you have a weird ass craving, hell cook it for you, then when he sees that your stealing something from the fridge..some thing weird

- like he doesn’t even know the weirdest person likes that

- but hes pissed yes, but he cant help but stare at the fact that you like the fucked up snack?

- fucking cold pizza with vaniliia frosting

- bet he wanna puke rn but guess what your having th time of your life so fuck EVERYBODY ELSE

- hell say/yell that your a gross mf and hes cooking you something thats not that

- but ya set the thing down, watching him and pcik another seat next to you

- and then when he says go to his room and hell meet ya there, you picked up the plate that has cold pizza with vanillia frosting and sonic speed running down the hall way

- cue him running after you while your almost to his room<3 lovely time am i right?

Tenya

- hell literally read a book about it for you

- like…baby…. There is no books about periods

- maybe there is about the science about it, but it doesn’t help helping your damn s/o with the pain/mess or whatever your situation is

- he wants to learn about it! That’s a good start, right?

- but he really wants to know bout that, cuz he has just a brother so he doesnt really know what a period is

- so when you explain what all the possible things that could happen and the side effects, he’ll be kinda worried

- he’ll help you with the food, he cooks like a formal bitch he is

- does everything to the recipe no shit

- tries to make it more healthy

- “I’ve heard that water and exercise helps with period cramps?” - ”and is someone looking up stuff becuase they perhaps…loves me?”

- having a smirk on your face untill he says “of course I love you<3”

- not the reaction you want but ok

- makes you drink water if you already don’t

- buys a heating pad for sure, like anything for my baby

- cuddles all the way through the little heating pad session

- of course words of affirmatio, especially when your emotional than normal

- when you yelped in pain in one of the random moments while cuddling, but also he was trying to fix himself to be more comfortable

- so he thought That he hurt you, but it was really your jabbing cramps

- “it feels like a sea urchin spawned into my uterus and starting dancing plus mutliplyingggg”

- “was it me? I completely apologize about the inconvenience baby” - “no?” “Cramps”

- “ohh… well Im still sorry about the uncomfortableness“

- “but it wasn’t you-ok”

- you just snuggled closer reassuring him about the things that never even happened

Kirishima

- best boi right here

- ok, i know like he isnt the period professional or something

- but he will be when he gets to know what your periods are really like

- but he does like to cuddle with you and tell you its alright

- he will try to make that period simulator shit and see what you are going through

- makes you try drinking water too, but wont completely force yo

- if you have sensetive boobs at this time of month, he always will offer to massage them

- even tho they hurt it will ease out in the long run

- or try to avoid them all through the week + extra days they also hurt (if that makes sense idk)

- gives all the comfort food you want

- sometimes hand feed you some things, look he’s a sweetheart so he has to<3 in his checkbook

- its like having a cheerfull therapy dog/puppy all around while your having your period week

- if you take meds for the pain, I don’t know if hes your alarm to take the meds or your pain, but it’s pretty much your pain boyfriend

- gives you his comfy sweatshirts to warm ya up , + a hot drink that you like

- wraps you into a burrito, then kisses the tips of your nose and says your so cute being wrapped up by him

- hell soon will wraps himself in a blanket like a burrito too, and roll right next to you

- it really just looks like two cocoons laying next to each other:)

-ya both sleep together in that position(if ya can) or scramble your way out of the trap

- either one, your still having a fun time with kiribby<3

[jojotier]

lil masterpost of some of my favorite golden trio interactions that ive written vfkjv

seriously if you’re a fic writer and you haven’t tried to write these three interacting, I suggest you try. at least once. Seriously, writing them always leaves a smile on my face...

Some more that were so long that I decided to like, at least put it under the cut to save everyone the space and breathing room:

~~

“He’s a cute guy- always wondered what it’d have been like to meet him, you know, take him out somewhere fancy…” Shiraishi wiggled his eyebrows and Asirpa nigh instantaneously appeared to smack him over his bald head with a wooden spoon. “Hey-! What’d I say?!”

“Don’t be weird, Shiraishi!” Asirpa huffed, wagging the spoon in her hand. “Or else we’re going to have to crack your egg head over a pot and have you for breakfast!”

Shiraishi whined, “Mannnn why are you two always bullying me?! I’m the oldest! If anyone should be bullying anyone, it should be me bullying someone!!”

“But you won’t! Because you know what’s good for you,” Sugimoto teased, pouring himself and Shiraishi a cup of coffee.

Asirpa said from her place beside Shiraishi, “Pour me a cup too! Black, please.”

Sugimoto felt a sudden, terrified shiver run down his spine. “... Are you sure about that, Asirpa? That’s… this is a really bitter brand, so-”

“Black,” Asirpa repeated, slowly raising her spoon. She tapped it on her other hand, eyes blazing. Sugimoto felt sweat drip down the back of his neck. “What is it, Sugimoto? Do you not think I can handle it, Sugimoto? Do you think I’m too much of a child? Sugimoto? Well? Are you saying little Asirpa is too much of a baby to handle coffee in its natural state? Sugimoto, are you saying-”

“Alright, alright! I’m pouring you some now…” Sugimoto said, pouring her some of the coffee while trying to bite back a laugh.

Shiraishi’s eyes widened in vague awe. “Man… black? I thought you’ve never had coffee before,”

“That’s because I never have.” Asirpa nodded, moving back to the little kitchenette to take the cup from Sugimoto. “ Huci never bought it much, and my aca used to say that it was too weak to even bother with. Watching you two load it down with sugar and cream, and knowing Sugimoto has a weak tongue-”

“Hey-!” Sugimoto said, slightly offended.

“- I’ve decided that it can’t be bitter at all. You’re both just weak.” Asirpa declared, before taking a giant, ill-advised gulp of her coffee. Shiraishi started to say something, but it caught in his throat, leaving him to just make a weird noise like a dying whale. Asirpa stood stock still for a second, black coffee dripping a little onto the corner of her mouth, as she took a shaky swallow. She looked up at Sugimoto, tears in her slightly squinted eyes as she tried to give a smile that didn’t look like she was in immense pain. “S. See. Not. Bitter at all,”

Sugimoto bust out laughing, trying to rein it in a bit because maybe it was a bit of an asshole thing, to laugh at a kid, but even still… it was pretty hilarious. “Really! Really now! I see that face you’re making- you think its as bitter as we do!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!” Shiraishi joined in, laughing a bit himself.

“Do not- look,” Then Asirpa, face flushing, tried to drink the rest in a few fell gulps. A little bit of the hot, bitter drink dribbled down her chin and onto her shirt as she finished, looking like she was regretting pretty much all of her life choices. Asirpa made a face and squinted, sticking out her tongue. “Ugh… I think I burned my tongue….”

~~

“... So it’s an ugly thing that’s a pile of junk, is what you’re saying,” Shiraishi snickered a bit. “So antiquated that not even JAXA wants to knock this thing into the gravity and get it down out of this airspace!”

Asirpa’s cheeks puffed out slightly in disdain. “... I’m not giving that a response. This is still neat!!! You just have no taste.”

“Oh no, yeah, it’s pretty neat,” Shiraishi ceded, glancing back out at the station. He snickered under his breath some more. “Lots of historical significance, probably… looks like an old-timey soup can.”

Sugimoto snorted at that, a wide grin splitting over his face. “Come on, that’s mean. It looks like a tin bucket from one of those cowboy movies, at least- the ones that hold all the bullets.”

“Those buckets aren’t historically accurate- bullets weren’t really that big…” Asirpa corrected, tapping at her watch’s interface. Then, her head dipped down a bit, what stray hairs that remained free from her braid falling in her face as she bit her lip, looking absolutely goofy. “... Looks kind of like a big asinru, though…”

“Hey, look!!! Sugimoto look!!” Shiraishi leaned forward, hands gripping on the railing and feet braced against it as his face lit up. “She talks so big but she thinks that ship looks funny too!”

“It’s your fault!” Asirpa uselessly tossed one of the plastic maps at Shiraishi. It went like five centimeters, and then uselessly fwumped onto the ground with a weird sound, not unlike the sound one got when shaking out a laminated paper. Asirpa chose to ignore that. “You have me thinking of tin can shaped things-!!” Shiraishi started laughing, chest shaking a bit as his grip tightened on the railing.

Sugimoto snickered a bit, eyes crinkling at the corners, “Last I checked, only you can have yourself thinking things.”

Asirpa tried to toss a map at Sugimoto, throwing it like a frisbee to see if that would get any lift. No dice. It went an even closer distance and fluttered uselessly down, sliding away from Sugimoto entirely. Shiraishi guffawed, and before Asirpa could open her mouth, there was a solid thunk. Shiraishi yelped as he hit the ground, still slightly red-faced from laughing. He’d fallen off. Sugimoto gave a hearty laugh at that.

“See,” Asirpa said, looking at Shiraishi, “this is what you get. Karma.”

Shiraishi whined, rolling over onto his back with a pout. “Let’s just get this trespassing over with…” Both Sugimoto and Asirpa giggled a bit together.

~~

“Well, we figured since it was New Years, it’d be nice to drop by-” Sugimoto started to say before being slightly tilted off balance, shoved vaguely to the side. A second face appeared, slightly lower than Sugimoto’s face and flushed lightly. The smell of sake on this stranger’s breath nearly made Tsukishima recoil, knuckles turning white as his free hand clenched into a fist.

“Heyyyyy, Tsukihime-san!” The bald stranger grinned, head seeming to bob from side to side. “It’s so good t’ see you- great to meetcha, I’m Shiraishi Yoshitake-”

“Where’s the dog.” came a third voice, and soon a third face, belonging to a girl much shorter and younger than the two above her, peered into the gap.

“Asirpa, please,” Sugimoto laughed a little, trying to hide the smile behind his hand, “don’t make it look like that’s the only reason-!”

“But you said yourself that you wanted to pet the dog, Sugimoto,” Asirpa’s eyebrows rose as she tipped her head back, staring at the scarred man in the door.

“Well-!” Sugimoto’s face flushed a bit as well, giving a bit of a sheepish look. “I also wanted to say hi to the owner, of the dog.”

Tsukishima glanced over the three of them. It was unlikely that Sugimoto had ill intent, bringing both a drunk and a pre-teen along with him. He kept his pocket knife in his pocket and opened the door just a bit wider, looking to his impromptu guests and remembering Nugget in the living room, whining underneath the table. “Sorry. My dog doesn’t like being around a lot of people- he’s easily spooked.”

“The dog or you?” Shiraishi snickered a bit, seemingly trying to peer over Tsukishima’s shoulder into the apartment. Tsukishima reconsidered not thinking about the merits of “accidental” greeting stabs in the future. Except there wouldn’t be a future, because Tsukishima didn’t want to deal with visitors. “Noah Fence, dude, but you’re like- this super hermit! I don’t think anyone’seen you outside this apartment... Tha’s what I heard from other people-”

The girl, Asirpa, turned around and kicked Shiraishi in the shins. Sugimoto followed suit, smacking Shiraishi upside the head while glaring at him. Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed as he went to close the door anyway. “Good night, Sugimoto. Asirpa.”

“Wait! Wait,” Sugimoto shoved his hand in the door hastily, trying to fold in on himself so he could hold up a package wrapped in paper the same shade of blue and white that the headband that Asirpa wore was. Of course, the designs were much different, looking more like silver leaves and boars. That’s right- it was the year of the boar soon, wasn’t it?

“We made too much mochi and yokan,” Asirpa explained, peering up at Tsukishima.

~~

“Awww, but Asirpa~” Sugimoto gave a mock pitiful whine, pushing his lower lip out like a child. “How am I gonna give miso to Huci to go with the feast?”

“We don’t need any of your poop near our shit,” Asirpa said, turning up her nose. At that, Shiraishi lost it and rolled onto his side, chortling the entire while.

Sugimoto gave a delicate gasp. “Asirpa, language! Who taught you to say that? Did Shiraishi here rub off on you,”

“I taught myself to say it,” Asirpa stuck out her tongue, but she knew no one was being serious about it. Sugimoto wasn’t the type of person to become faint just because someone younger than him said something mildly uncouth, as she’d done many times before. Sugimoto chuckled himself, a wider grin breaking out over his face.

Soon, the laughter died down again, and Sugimoto rested his cheek harder against his hand. It wasn’t nearly as cold and oppressive as before- but there was still an odd undertone, to the quiet that surrounded them. Something left unsaid.

“Man.” Sugimoto sighed, looking wistfully at the fire, “I wish I still had my miso. We could’ve used it with dinner earlier.”

It was quiet for a few seconds more before Asirpa suddenly remembered- in her coat… She didn’t remember if she’d used the last of it before, in the meal they had outside this place, but she still reached into an innermost pocket and pulled out the small metal tin. Shuffling around to Sugimoto, she presented it to him and opened the lid, showing just the smallest trace of brown miso in a corner.

Sugimoto’s eyes widened, a happy smile coming onto his face. “Oh man-! You did keep it! I would’ve thought for sure you were gonna use it as anosoma box or something, for anything you find-”

“Oh come on, that’s so gross!” Asirpa felt her eyes burn at the mere thought of it. Or maybe they burned because she was squinting so hard it looked as if her eyes had receded back into her face flesh. Sugimoto snorted, trying to keep his giggles in as Asirpa silently worked through how to even respond to that. After a moment, her face loosened back into a more contemplative expression.

“... Besides. You liked it so much that you would try to make my poor old Huci try it- so we had to keep it for when you came back.”