#bby toothy boi

[doesnotloveyou]

me: they shouldve let Elvis bite people, he didn't get to do that enough

my mom: What.

me: *shows her this photo*

her: .......

me: ........

simultaneously: THAT elvis 🐊

[pinkrifle]

Assuming Billy was gay and secretly dating Stu — Do you think his mom would know about it? Like would he straight up tell her about it, would she catch on but never be sure or would she be clueless??

YES she would be a little iffy about it but she would love it for the most part!! she supports her wonderful bby no matter what ❤️🫶 i imagine her babying billy and stu and billy’s embarrassed while stu’s having the time of his LIFE

nancy carrying two birthday cake ice cream cones, strutting over to her loved son and his equally loved boyfriend—quickly shoving the cones into the boy’s hands with a wide toothy grin on her loving mother face as she whips out her camera!!

“billy! stu!!! sweeties i need to take a picture of you first <3!!” she laughed like a little girl and positioned her camera just right, before snapping a picture of the two boys. billy looked unhappy in the picture while stu looked like a lil baby at disney land :3c

“maaammm i’m 17.. *we’re* 17.” billy reminds his mom. pointing to him and stu, but stu playfully hits his boyfriend in the ribs and laughs at him—pulling him closer.

“sooo??!! you’ll never get too old to be my little boy :),, and pose with your boyfriend because i need another picture, you looked lazy in that first one!” she teasingly put her hands on her hips and took another photo, much to billy’s chagrin. but he stayed put and smiled, looking as bright as ever!!

[jyndor]

for the wip ask, what about “cass and jyn see the eye of aldhani”? it looks amazing 💖 (and the one I liked the most from the list you posted since I adore the aldhani arc and these two kdkssk)

sure lol so a bit of background:

this was prompted by anonymous, who asked for rebelcaptain seeing the eye of aldhani together but i have spent a lot of time trying to think of a way to best make it clear that the dhani people are okay with these particular offworlders watching their ceremony but not participating in it. dhani people seem to be based in part on the sami people, who have closed practices, so i tried to stay true to that. i figured there needed to be a close connection between someone from aldhani and someone who is close with cassian, so cinta and vel are here too - plus any chance to see them, i'll take. i think cinta's a bit too chatty in her dialogue but i'll work on that in edits when the whole fic is finished. maybe next century lmfao.

i've mostly got set-up written. jyn is pregnant with their daughter mari (from this fic here). but i actually started this before i wrote that. this is set in 7 ABY because the next eye would be in 2 BBY, then 1 ABY, 4 ABY and then finally 7 ABY which I think would be the first Eye that they'd actually be able to see. so since i knew jyn would be pregnant then, i used that timing for we are not unspectacular things - which is why jyn is pregnant in 6 ABY and mari is 5 in 12 ABY. unfortunately i feel like now jyn is just pregnant in both of these stories but LOL its fine i've got plenty of ideas for stories in this verse where she is NOT

also this was the first time i started sorting out my personal headcanon for cassian's backstory so festian!clem andor comes up here.

ALDHANI (7 ABY)

Mak-ani bray Dhani. He can still see it in his mind’s eye, for all that he hadn’t really had the time for the spectacle of it all. “Bit of an easier flight this time,” he says as Cinta directs him towards the highlands, where an old friend of her and Vel’s has returned to live and rebuild. From behind him, he hears Vel snort.

The kyber pendants are wide awake against his skin as always, one cool and one warm, buzzing with that eternal energy he can’t quite comprehend. He lands the ship and looks back at Jyn where she’s sitting behind him. She meets his gaze with a raised brow and a warning in her green eyes, her hand resting on her belly. Flight hasn’t been kind to her during her pregnancy, but she's warned him against making a fuss about it in front of the others.

They've decided that Kaytoo would stay behind at home, despite his freshly painted chassis (courtesy of Sabine Wren) marking him as a free droid. The Dhani are distrustful of droids and a KX unit, reprogrammed though he may be, is definitely off the table. 

Outside the Kestrel are two red-haired, fair-skinned women and a dark-skinned boy with thick red-brown curls and big dark eyes. The child breaks out into a toothy grin and barrels into Cinta, wrapping his arms around her.

Cinta smiles down at the boy and Vel kneels in front of him, pulls a stuffed tauntaun from her satchel and says something in Dhani to him. The elder Dhani woman chuckles.

"Cassian, Jyn, this is Giđeš and her sister Suoinná," Vel gestures to the women as she stands back up. "And this is Mielat," she adds, running a hand through the boy's hair.

"Welcome," Giđeš says. "We are happy you could make it, offworlders. We have a short walk home." She looks at Jyn and Cassian tenses. Suoinná laughs and says something in Dhani, and her sister smiles. "Suoi says that you have a spine of steel, friend, and that if you won't let your husband carry your pack, you definitely won't let me."

"I'm fine, I promise," Jyn replies, gritting her teeth. Exhaling, she catches Cassian's eye. "But I will let you know if that changes."

Not for the first time, he feels his chest expand with affection for her.

//

While there are more Dhani people here now than there were back when Cassian first came to Aldhani, there is a clear absence of something. Perhaps of sons and daughters and friends. Children cling to people too young or too old to have borne them. 

Mielat, one of the older kids to Cassian’s eye at least, leads the children around the village.

The houses, large tent-like structures that stir something inside of Cassian’s gut, are colorful and earthy, easily dismantled for leave-taking but sturdy. He thinks of the slapdash work of him and his friends on Kenari, plastered-together bits of their parents’ lives after their deaths. They’d stitched Jeron and Mecati’s clothes into their roof and their blankets, fashioned weapons from their bedposts. In Kerri and Kassa, their parents had lived on.

Nearly two decades later, Cassian watches Mielat and the other children braid multi-colored thread into each other’s hair in a circle near one of the great fire pits in the center of the village.

“He’s Gorn’s,” Cinta says from behind him. He startles as she sits beside him on the dray-wool blanket they’ve laid out. Something must show on his face because a brief flash of amusement lights up her eyes. “Hmm. Gotta exercise those reflexes, General.”

“I’m retired,” he replies, looking back towards the children, who have pulled Giđeš and Jyn into the circle. Jyn, who is still so quick to trust despite her better judgment, who loves children so dearly, leans her head back for a little girl with blond curls tangled with red and green thread. “Does he know?”

“Dhanis don’t keep that sort of thing hidden from their children.” Cinta pauses, picks a damp blade of grass from her boot. A rare tell. “He’s not the only child of an Imp. But he was born of love, so there's that.”

“Did you know her? The mother.”

Cinta shakes her head. “No, Gorn approached us after she was killed. I only found out they had a child after the mission, before they razed the Highlands and installed the labor camps." She bites her lip, looks away. "Her name was Rana.”

One of the children, younger than the rest, is pressing his hand to Jyn’s belly, speaking to their baby with a very serious expression on his face. Cassian feels like his whole body is on high alert, searching for any sign of distress in his wife. He has always felt highly aware of her, even before he’d understood that he’d been rapidly crash-landing into love with her. Protective and desperate to watch her back though he’d always been, he’d changed on a cellular level when he’d seen the test results. 

Hormones and DNA and millennia of instincts honed by his ancestors have converged in his blood and the very marrow of his bones. Their child will be born of love, and he and Jyn will be there for them, whoever they are, for as long as possible. It’s something they’ve discussed at length. Plans and promises, so easily broken, but they will try to hold to these. To never choose each other over their baby, to make their family their cause. 

Something bright and sharp flashes above them. Over by the children, Suoinná helps Jyn get to her feet. “It’s almost time,” Vel says from behind them, handing Cinta a mug and placing one beside Cassian. “Mead, Suoinná brews it. It’s that or warm dray milk.”

Cassian tries not to gag at the memory as he brings his mug to his lips. The mead is dry and fruity on his tongue, and a bit herbal. “Thank Suoinná for me,” he replies. “She must put a lot of work into this.”

“I gave her the bottle of Whyren’s I found on your ship, she’s more than happy to let us have some.”

He frowns but Jyn is shaking her head as she approaches. “I said it was fine. You don’t even like it,” his wife adds. Cassian bends his knees and pats the blanket in front of his legs. “You’ll have to roll me off the ground,” she says as she rests her back against his shins. “This was where you all met?”

“Cinta and I, yes,” Vel replies, her voice liquor-warm and lighter than he’s heard it before. “Although I could swear we met some guy named Clem. I couldn’t tell you where this Cassian fellow came from.” The name still grips at his chest, but he feels Jyn reach back and squeeze his knee and the tightening inside him loosens. 

He’d only told Jyn about Clem when they’d taken a mission on Fest with Travia Chan and the Atrivis cell during the war. Huddled together in the cold and damp underground tunnels beneath the old refineries and factories from the Clone Wars, not yet lovers despite the rumors about them, she’d seen through his mask as always - like it was her own and of course, it was. 

“What was it like?” Jyn asks. Cinta looks up to the darkening sky, stoic as always. 

Vel shrugs. “Cassian and I didn’t see it from the ground. Pretty enough from above but terrifying. I was a bit preoccupied though.”

“Chaos,” Cassian says, absently rubbing his thumb against the back of Jyn’s neck. “I’m glad to be down here this time.” 

Cinta is quiet, her dark eyes distant. A low bell tolls twice. A man is standing by the remains of one of the temples and approaches the closest fire pit. Mielat starts to run over to him but Giđeš holds him by his shoulders. Beneath his hand, Jyn is tense with excitement. 

The man sprinkles something into the fire pit that makes it spark and flicker to cheers and cries, and then the Dhanis start to sing. There’s many more pilgrims this time than there were all those years ago, but Cassian can hear the loss mixed in with the joy, and he wonders not for the first time, if any of his people who left, those who left with the Separatists, or who were taken, if they managed to find ways to speak with the Mother, if they ever tried to find anyone else.

There's ways of looking for people, always have been but the New Republic has a system for locating missing and displaced sentients. It's a slow process and has had mixed results. He hasn't tried it yet. Could use his connections to push through the queue, but for what? For some kid to search records and databases and have less clearance and access than he does?

He hasn't looked since Maarva. Has had too much to do, too much to fight for.

The singing gets louder and washes over him, stirring a great and fierce need in him, until it stops. He feels Jyn's ribs expand with a gasp and realizes he's closed his eyes. 

What did the Eye look like to him twelve years ago, Jyn asked. Like a pulling, a great urge to go forward, a path, a call. Green and blue and then violent, vibrant red, and blinding white and gold - glittering and breaking apart around him, like flying through stardust.

Barely minutes or twelve years later, Cassian opens his eyes. It's different from below. Calmer and probably prettier. But it's the people who he finds himself drawn to - the red-haired sisters who hold their cousin's child close, the young father with a toddler on his shoulders, the man leading the ceremony turning back to Mielat and his aunts with a broad grin. The children sitting in their circle, reverent and quiet, thinking of the stories they've been told, stories they will one day tell to their children. Names and places, so much history alive only in folklore.

Vel, who is pressing a kiss to the back of Cinta's hand and pulling her into her arms. Cinta, with tears running down her cheeks and lips, looking for all of the world like she's somewhere else, seeing something else. Perhaps she is; after all, in many ways she is like him.

Cassian looks at Jyn and finds her gazing back at him with her stardust eyes.

/

The morning chill is enough to wrench Cassian from underneath the dray-wool blankets in their little … lol not me stopping mid sentence asdhashdlau

[htfwh0re]

rank the htf characters from your favorite to least favorite (or don't i'm not your boss)

Oooh that's kinda hard, I love all of them so much...

But I'll give it my best shot

Nutty (beloved, dumb dork)

Flippy (beloved, my traumatized bby boi)

Splendont (underrated, always disappointed when he's not included in stuff involving the whole cast)

Splendid

Toothy (editing this in an hour after posting because I forgot about my boi qwq)

Mime

Cuddles

Giggles

Flaky

Lifty

Shifty

Sniffles

Petunia

Buddhist Monkey

Sneaky

Mouse Kaboom

Russell

Handy

Cro-Marmot

Lammy

As for least favorites, I'm not sure if I have an actual least favorite but there are characters that I don't think about very much, like.....

Lumpy

Mole

Pop and Cub

The Rat from the Kapow episode with Mole in it

The bad guys in Buddhist Monkey's episodes..... Uuuuhhhhhh

Disco Bear

Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

That's it I think???

I definitely don't hate anyone though

[transcanadianhighway]

YEEEESSSSSS I LOVE THESE GUYS. i’m so happy you posted this, it’s like a speed run of 2-ish months of chatting about it ahahaha!! Folks have no idea how many other stupid details there are. This is the most fully fleshed out world i’ve ever helped make ahahahah. Chil looks like such a handsome fullhouse dad Dx with his perfect hairy knuckles (kinda rude he covers his chest hair with a turtleneck tho, guess he’s not giving that away for free) and fashion sense that is stylish and still so so so very dad coded. And the Laiosi Dx Dx Dx look at that sweet giant bby boy!! His sturdy back and farmers tan Dx and his lil blush and his fuckin toothy grin don’t you go thinkin’ that i didn’t clock those canines. He has such big beautiful hands Dx and the greys in Chil’s tail are so important! Also the fact the lil emblem for Kensuke makes it look like he has eyebrows and a lil face Dx this was so worht your time and effort. I’m in love with it. Why does chil look so good in light coloured pants? Can the man take on khakis next?! Tune in next time, Chilaos nation, out.

go for it, chilchuck! some core chilaios moments from a modern day canada au that i've been chatting about with @transcanadianhighway! visuals inspired by the chapter 56 cover of dungeon meshi, mashed up with that one go for it, nakamura! cover. make the niche content u want to see in the world!! some details and closeups under the cut:

-order of events is indicated by how full each heart is

-the brief summary is laios is living out of his truck (a 90's chevy silverado with three different paint colors) before he moves into marcille and falin's apartment to crash on their couch. chil lives in the apartment downstairs. they get to know each other at their shared work site. Slow Burn and various antics occur, including laios' truck breaking down, so they end up commuting together in chil's smartcar.

-finally drawing kensuke the air fryer (which laios picked up off the side of the road) was a joy, because that was one of the first details we talked about and i am now very emotionally attached to this air fryer akjfgdkja

-laios with the phone is a moment after this piece. namari pulls a wingman move, and flakes on plans last minute so that it's just our boys getting drinks together.

-chil is from atlantic canada, pei specifically. if you caught that in my last post u have earned a virtual pei sticker. excellent work

[wintergojo]

galaxy (dad!gojo x mom!reader)

Synopsis: gojo satoru spends the last day and the first day of the year with his wife and son.

Tags: fluff fluff fluff, slice of life, married couple, gojo jr is a cutiepie, gojo's whipped for his family lol, gets a little cheesy at the end (srry for that)

Word count: 1.5k

navi

Note: Bby gojo was so much fun to write omg i cri 🥺 Also i tried researching what festivals japan has on december 31 but all i saw were about ringing the bell 108 times, i apologize if what's depicted here wasn't accurate ( ͡°❥ ͡°) (i just based them on the shoujos i've watched & all festivals there were set in summer 🥶)

5:34 am and a running, white-haired toddler with sapphire eyes wearing a mischievous grin barges into the room where a snow-haired six-foot sorcerer lies sleeping beside his wife. the child excitedly climbs into bed using his plump little feet and hands, shouting a mama! dada! wakey wakey! followed by a wet kiss on the former’s cheeks and a smack on the latter’s face. satoru wakes up upon having contact with his son’s small hand, immediately tickling the toddler earning him a laughing fit mixed with the occasional shouts of dada stop!

5:36 am and you get woken up by a mix of laughter and giggles you’ve been highly familiar with since your adorable son turned one. you open your eyes, seeing your child beaming uncontrollably with his father tickling every part of his body. you swoon, greeting the toddler good morning, my baby before peppering his face in kisses, eliciting more delightful giggles from the two-year-old. you turn to satoru whose hands have slowed down tickling the little boy, good morning to you too, my big baby, you say before leaning in to kiss his lips.

9:07 am and there’s more giggling reverberating in the first-floor bathroom. your baby is currently having a bubble bath given by satoru, the older man beaming while shooting bubbles using a bubble gun and the toddler trying (failing) to catch all of them. the three of you slept for a few more hours right after your little boy calmed down from all the tickling and played with satoru and you, 'played' meaning you and your husband just repeatedly raising him up in the air to make the precious dumpling tired enough to get sleepy.

9:26 am and your husband is in the middle of chasing your toddler around his room trying to get him dressed. catching him, he immediately hugged the dumpling tight and peppered his face in kisses. do you know what today is, baby? the taller man asks while putting clothes on his son, all the while said son stares at him with wide doe eyes before responding dada’s off day? causing his father to coo at him. well that too, but it’s new year's eve! where do you wanna go? the child doesn’t waste a beat before cheerfully squeaking the festival!

2:56 pm and megumi is currently carrying your child, roaming around the grounds of jujutsu tech in search for three people. satoru told the raven-haired boy earlier to take your little brother and hunt down some adults, don't forget to ask them for otoshidama!~ he sighs and looks at the kid, frown softening upon seeing a toothy grin directed at the man holding him. he pinched his plump cheeks, asking who he wants to visit first. the toddler's forehead scrunches in concentration, giggling after a while before pointing and answering auntie shoko!

6:03 pm and you arrive at the festival, the first and second years tagging along. they part with you right after passing through the entrance, nobara handing your son back to your arms but not without asking the toddler for one last kiss on her cheeks and a bye bye! addressed to all students accompanied by a frantic little hand wave. you feel satoru pull you by your waist as you brush your child's snow-white hair away from his eyes. where do my babies wanna go first? your husband asks, and your toddler cheekily points at everything he could name.

6:47 pm and you're walking around the festival with your boys. your toddler in the middle of you and satoru holding your left hand in his right and a candy apple in his left. your husband's eating his own candy apple too, walking on your son's left side. mama, wanna taste? your dumpling suddenly asks, offering you his barely eaten confection. you bend, aww, how can i say no? before leaning in to take a bite and saying thank you, baby as you peck his forehead. satoru then crouches at your baby’s height, can dada taste it too? your child’s response is to pull the candy protectively to his chest, no! dada has one!

6:48 pm and gojo stands back up, laughing and ruffling the boy's hair before picking him up. i'll just share mama's then, he smugly says before leaning in to kiss you on the lips but was suddenly stopped by two little hands grabbing his face. dada, no! here! your frowning toddler says before shoving his candy apple on satoru's mouth. you laugh, pecking your son on his lips and nose. the six-foot man pouts, dejectedly muttering what about me? you grin as you lean in, ready to kiss the man only to hear a mama, no kissy!

7:21 pm and you’re watching your son, crouched down, scrunching his snowy eyebrows, and puckering his rosy little lips out in concentration trying to catch a goldfish with the paper scooper. you and satoru are encouraging him on, rhythmically clapping while cheering go baby! go baby! with your husband occasionally directing his plump hands where most fishes are. your dumpling, boosted by your encouragements, wasted no time dipping the paper scooper in the water and bringing them back up, lips quivering when he saw no aquatic animal and a torn scooper.

9:42 pm and you’re on some hotel’s closed rooftop, sitting on a picnic mat with your toddler perched up on your chest, sleeping with his head on your right shoulder. satoru decided to just teleport the three of you instead of finding a secluded place around the festival to wait for the fireworks, not wanting to be in the crowd any longer with a sleepy dumpling in his arms. two empty bowls of what once had been toshikoshi soba sit at your foot, as well as a plastic filled with water and four goldfish—three your husband won and one your baby got.

11:16 pm and there’s less than an hour before the year ends. you're now lying on the picnic mat, your head using satoru’s right bicep as a makeshift pillow while snuggling into him, right hand raking the toddler’s hair still deep in slumber on your husband’s chest. the two of you are talking about getting a small aquarium for your dumpling’s new pets, agreeing to go shopping tomorrow new year for another family day. he gives you a toothy grin before leaning in to press a chaste kiss on your lips, soon turning into a passionate and languid one.

12:01 am and your baby gets woken up by the sounds of fireworks going off. he slowly blinks, still hazy from sleep before his eyes lighten up with excitement upon realizing what’s going on. you and satoru watch him lovingly before you lean in and kiss him on his cheek as you tell him happy new year, baby! your husband does the same, greeting him first before peppering his face in kisses. your toddler giggles as he presses a wet kiss on both of your lips before squealing happy new year, mama! dada! and raising his arms up at satoru. dada, carry!

12:06 am and your toddler’s sitting on the rooftop’s railing. you behind him with your arms safely secured around his little form, satoru on your right with his left arm snaked around your waist, the other on your baby’s form atop of yours. the fireworks went for a while, your dumpling watching them with awe as he ooohs and aaahs, occasionally pointing at some as he says mama! that one’s pretty! to which you respond by cooing at him and kissing his cheeks. your husband watches you both, heart clenching at the sight of his wife and his son beside him laughing wholeheartedly.

1:03 am and you're back in your home, you and satoru lying side to side with your two-year-old sleeping peacefully on your chest (courtesy of both you and your husband not wanting him to sleep in his own room alone at new year). satoru then calls your name, body facing you, hand reaching for yours—the one patting your child's back. you answer with a hum, looking at him as he gives you a tender smile. thank you, he whispers. you chuckle, for what? his thumb brushes your cheek, lips still holding that smile. for everything, he begins, for being the best wife, being the best mother… he looks at your baby then you, for loving us.

1:05 am and satoru continues speaking, hand now caressing your cheek, i love you both so much, you're my life. you reciprocate the same smile he holds, hand touching his on your cheek. i love you too, 'toru. you and our baby. i'd do absolutely anything for you, you respond before inching closer to touch his lips with yours. you feel him smile into the kiss as he brushes his fingers through your hair, pressing his lips on the top of your son's hair afterwards. you snuggle closer to your husband, careful not to wake the toddler as you finally fall asleep. satoru stares at you and the boy caged in your arms, thanking the universe for allowing him to have his own.

Ps. I decided not to name gojo jr because i felt like none of the name fits (but i liked ‘seishiro’ the most ehe). The struggle waz real tho i had to find 99999999 different pronouns just to avoid using a name 😭

Happy new year everyone! I hope 2022 becomes a better year for everybody. I really love you all *kith kith*

Thank you so much for reading! Feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated 😗🤍

[jyvnho]

Hey babes can you do a ateez version of this reaction?

ateez' reaction to their idol!crush says they're their ideal type.

. . . warnings : n/a

. . . pronouns : they/them

. . . cedit : @odxrilove (it's different because i have no creativity nor drive to be able to write long sections for each boy pft)

박성화 . . . park seonghwa

. . . seonghwa would be bashful about the way the boys around him cheer and nudge him when you reveal that a certain ateez member happened to be your ideal type — his own personal feelings on the matter result in a fuzzy feeling in his chest and a boost in his pride (his celebrity crush liking him back is a dream come true for him)

김홍중 . . . kim hongjoong

. . . joong will try so damn hard to seem indifferent or even unbothered by the news, but the smile that breaks out on his face and the way his fingers clutch at the sweater on his body is enough to tell anyone that the leader is flustered beyond belief

정윤호 . . . jeong yunho

. . . now yunho is happy over everything else, but he also worries about the reaction to this reveal — would your fans attack him? would they attack you? would he and you be the subject of ridicule, or would everyone try and push the two of you together? yunho tries to not worry, but he has a need to know every possibility

강여상 . . . kang yeosang

. . . if he's around people (cough cough wooyoung and san) yeosang doesn't react much to the news (he's screaming inside), however, if he was alone, a flushed cheeked yeosang wearing a small yet toothy grin would be seen — he's a simp your honour, and he just found out you have some sort of liking towards him

��산 . . . choi san

. . . not only had you said he fit your ideal type, but he was also your ult bias — him, over all other idols that you may have been into. needless to say, san lets it go to his head a little bit, but it also warms his heart (who are we kidding, it nearly sends him into cardiac arrest due to the shock)

송민기 . . . song mingi

. . . mingi would be... surprised in some sense. he knows his worth, yet to have someone he thinks the world of despite never having met you in person, turns out to think of him in that sort of way? it's a dream to mingi — he's shy, flustered, yet giddy beyond belief

정우영 . . . jung wooyoung

. . . if the boys didn't know he was alive in his room, they did now — the squeal of excitement and victory can be heard from neighbouring residents of how loud and energetic it was. you can bet your ass that wooyoung will brag to everyone he comes in contact with moving forward about how his crush thinks of him as their ideal type

최종호 . . . choi jongho

. . . calm, collected, indifferent — that's what jongho wants to be at that moment, however, he's more of a mix of speechless, frozen, and flustered, especially with the boys giggling and poking at him. expect a smug jongho in two to three business days once the shock factor dies down

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[matt-erialgirl]

Also also since we're talking (probably) about Matt, this one could fit:

59. kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up

Hehe, have fun! 😊

- @hellothere-generalangsty

SALUT BBY ♥️♥️ I wrote you a little sweet thing in response.

I HOPE ITS GOOD @hellothere-generalangsty

“I swear to God,” you breathed, pressing the last bit of tape against the gauze on Matt’s chest, “if you tell me that you’re a big boy one more time, I will knock you out myself.”

Matt chuckled, his fingers reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear, “I’m fine. I promise. Besides, I like when you patch me up.”

“Matty, I’d rather not be patching you up babe,” you tell him, gathering the first aid kit you know kept under your sofa, side-eyeing your boyfriend, “I hate seeing you hurt.”

“You should see-“

“The other guy, yeah I know,” you said with a sigh that melted into a small laugh at his silly toothy grin, “you’re impossible to be angry with.”

“And you’re too good to me,” he shot back at you, pulling you closer to him as he propped himself up against the arm of his sofa, “you deserve more.”

“You’re all I want and need, Matt,” you told him, trying to convey as much sincerity in your voice as possible, wanting nothing more than for him to fully believe you because you meant what you said. And you’d say it again and again till the end of time.

You leant your head to plant a small kiss against his lips, careful not to cause him any pain. Your kisses were feather-light and sweet, breaking goosebumps across his skin as he sat there and just felt.

Your lips trailed down to kiss atop every bandage you put on him, gentle and sweet, with enough pressure for him to feel it but not enough to hurt him.

His arms tightened around you as he sighed, a smile tugging at his lips as he realised just how much love he has for you. His heart was overflowing with it, his mind was overwhelmed with it and his skin was alight with it.

All he could do was be grateful. Grateful for your love and your patience. Your gentle touch and your sincerity. You felt too good to be true.

“I have so much love for you,” Matt whispered into your hair as you drew back up to rest your head against his sternum, “so much. I can’t begin to tell you.”

“I can hear it in your heart,” you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest, where his heart skipped a beat under your touch.

[anaami-the-witch]

AHHHHH THAT TOOTHY GRIN, RAPH BBY BOI, BEAN, WE MISSED YOU HOMIE! CANON, THIS IS CANON MATERIAL, LEAVE ME ALONE, AAAAAAAAH-

Part 5!

Leo and Mikey are waiting their turn for refound family comfort hehe

Part 1

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

new love - spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: spencer tells the team about his new girlfriend, y/n.

warnings: fluff in its purest form.

word count: 1503

notes: IM BACK!!! i know it’s been a little while since i posted anything but i actually had the time (and motivation) to write this and i think it’s rlly cute!!

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spencer gazed down at you as you slept, adoration filling his eyes.

last night was the first night you had slept over at his place. he wasn’t really against the idea, other than the fact that you’d wake up alone in his bed. he wished he could stay and cuddle you longer, but unfortunately serial killers had a habit of killing innocent people. it was spencer’s duty to prevent that, and well - duty calls.

spencer couldn’t seem to spur his legs into action, the image of you still asleep and curled up under his covers was one too precious to walk away from. you were spread out on your stomach, your hair sprawled out across the pillow underneath your head, your hands softly grasping the comforter.

spencer found himself immensely grateful for his eidetic memory so that he could never forget how adorable you looked.

in lieu of fully rousing you to say goodbye, he decided on placing a kiss on your forehead. the whimper that the small action elicited from you made his heart clench - and made it that much tougher to leave you.

spencer quickly found some spare notepaper and scribbled a note for you encouraging to call or text if you felt lonely, his chicken scratch hardly legible in his haste.

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as he sat on the train that morning, he couldn’t help but realize that everything just seemed so much better now that you were a permanent fixture in spencer’s life. it was as if his life were a coloring page that had suddenly been filled in with the most vibrant of markers - as cliche as that sounds.

the inconveniences that plagued him almost daily now seemed like nothing - for example, the embarrassing half-jog-half-sprint he had to do in order to make it onto the train in time. spencer felt like he had a new outlook on life, and it was all owed to you.

spencer arrived at work, walking into the bullpen with a noticeable pep in his step as he made his way over to his desk. he set down his satchel, only to glance up and find morgan and jj staring at him.

“do i have something on my face?” he frowned, wiping at his face to ensure there was nothing there.

“you didn’t head to the coffee machine straight away,” morgan pointed out, swiveling his chair to face him.

“i, uh, don’t feel like i need it?” spencer’s brows knit in utter confusion at the sudden interrogation he found himself a part of.

“you always get a cup of coffee in the morning, spence, regardless of whether or not we’ve got a case.” jj chimed in.

“and?” he wasn’t quite sure what the point of all this was.

“do you mean to tell us the doctor actually got a decent amount of sleep last night?” derek scoffed.

“i suppose so. is that an issue?” spencer cocked his head, much like a puppy dog.

“no, it’s not an issue at all, it’s just unusual for you.” jj shared a look with morgan, who stood up from his chair to saunter over to the doctor’s desk.

“so who’s the lucky girl, pretty boy?” he grinned.

the heat instantaneously rose to spencer’s cheeks at his words. “wh-what? what girl? i have no clue what you’re talking about!”

“come on, spence, you don’t expect us to realize the way you walked into work with a grin on your face? that hardly ever happens before you’ve gotten any caffeine in you, which - if you’ll remember correctly - you didn’t even have this morning.” jj grinned at the blushing boy.

“come on, that’s no fair! you guys know we’re not supposed to profile each other!” he practically whined, crossing his arms over his chest.

“ooh, who’s profiling who?” penelope said as she scurried towards the trio. “woah - boy wonder you are glowing. what are you hiding from me?”

before he could stop him from answering, derek spoke. “we think pretty ricky’s got a girlfriend.”

a sudden expression of pure joy made its way onto the analyst’s face as a smile lit up her face. “please, please tell me he’s right!”

spencer weighed his options carefully. the two of you were relatively new, and he didn’t want to spoil anything by telling his friends about you so soon. but on the other hand, every time he’d brought them up, you’d mentioned how much you’d love to meet them all one day. so he figured, what would be the harm in telling them?

“yeah. i do have one. a girlfriend, that is.” he spoke awkwardly.

penelope practically squealed as she pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. “i’m so happy for you! but spencer reid, how could you hide this from us? but i need to know absolutely every last detail!”

the way she flipped from excitedness to borderline anger left spencer feeling a little frazzled, but nonetheless happy to share. “her name is y/n, and she works in the bookstore downtown. that’s actually where we met.”

“y/n reid really has a ring to it, doesn’t it?” penelope exclaimed, clasping her hands together.

derek noticed how flustered spencer was becoming with all the sudden attention on both him and his love life and opted to pull her back slightly. “alright, let’s reign it in, babygirl. he only just mentioned her, i’m sure they’re not getting hitched any time soon.”

he sent derek a thankful look before continuing. “we’ve only been dating for a month now, i don’t think either of us are ready for that yet,” he laughed nervously.

“what’s she like?” jj asked, perching on the edge of his desk.

“i can’t even - i don’t even have the words to articulate how wonderful she is,” spencer sighed dreamily. “she’s just so kind and loving and funny and so, so beautiful.”

morgan and jj exchanged a knowing look, while penelope looked like a child who had finally gotten the pony she kept asking for.

“y/n’s one lucky girl,” she grinned a toothy grin. “speaking of y/n, when might the lucky lady like to meet us? please tell me she wants to meet us.”

“she actually really wants to meet you guys, she-“ spencer was cut off as garcia whisked him away to arrange a date with the whole team.

before she could get too far, morgan grabbed him by the arm. “seriously kid, i’m happy for you. she seems like she makes you really happy.”

spencer could only offer a quick ‘thanks’ in response before garcia dragged him all the way to her cave to plan.

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“you’re home!” spencer heard you shout as he stepped past the door. he braced for impact as you practically launched yourself into his arms. “how was your day, baby?”

he smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead as you pulled away. “it was good, just a paperwork day, but i didn’t get much done - except for one thing.”

“and what was that?” you quirked a brow at his odd statement.

“i might’ve told the team about us,” he grew slightly panicked as he noticed the shocked expression on your face. “i-i hope that’s okay with you. i know i didn’t ask, but i-“

you took his hands in yours, gently thumbing over his knuckles. “it’s fine by me, i just wasn’t sure if you were comfortable with it, spence.”

his heart skipped a beat at your thoughtfulness, pressing a kiss to your hands. “i don’t know, i guess in that moment, any doubt in my mind went away. n-not that there was any to begin with!”

you stepped up to place a chaste kiss to his lips, silencing his clarifications. “it’s okay, i think it’s sweet. so, what’d they say?”

“they were really happy for me, and i think garcia nearly burst a blood vessel when i told her.” the two of you giggled. “they kept saying how lucky you were, but i couldn’t help but think that i’m the lucky one.”

“oh they’re absolutely right there. i am the lucky one. how else could i have ended up with such a catch like you?” you smirked at the growing blush on your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“after i told them about you, garcia dragged me away to go plan a date for you to meet them, a-and i told her this friday would be fine, so i hope that’s okay with you.” spencer admitted, looking down at you hopefully.

“spence? are you kidding?” you beamed, clasping your hands together in excitement. “i can hardly wait!” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for your lips to meet.

his hand came up to cup your cheek, thumbing softly over your cheekbone as he smiled into the kiss. when you finally pulled away, you motioned for him to follow you into the kitchen for dinner.

as you practically skipped away, all spencer could think about was how incredibly thrilled he was to have met you. he wondered if maybe his teammates were right: you were both the lucky ones.

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[bowandcurtsey]

Hai sweet child Aine ✨

I would like to request a nice oneshot for everyone's best boi Henry Legolant

(If requests are open....)

I give you creative liberty for this one...

Go wild, GO HAM✨

Hello lovely bby (��´◡`❁)

Thank you for requesting for Henry, we really seldom see him in fanfiction, don't we? And have you seen the manga? Henry is lit (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ So proud of my boy there!

Henry Legolant x f! reader

Henry Legolant has always been fond of libraries. It's quiet, not many people around, yet it's so full. Full of knowledge, stories and feelings. It's always a new adventure everyday, a new friend, a new experience.

He would immerse himself into a book everyday, for a few hours, and in that few hours, he didn't have to worry about anyone else because the team rarely loved to read. He didn't have to worry about sucking up people's energy, because no one hardly came here.

Which was why he jumped when he heard your voice one day.

"Hello?" your voice sounded so soft and sweet, but Henry quickly stood up and walked away from you.

"I'm Sorry!" he quickly ran away.

"Wa-" before you could even get a word out, he quickly left.

---

The next day, you went to the library again and stayed for a couple of hours. He didn’t show up. The stranger with long hair.

After 3 days of heading to the library and not seeing him, you really started to wonder if the man you met was someone in your hallucinations.

—-

On your last day, you decided to try your luck again. You came into the library and there you saw him again, sitting in the corner. His face was partially covered by his hair but you could see that he looked so serene, so absorbed in his book. His lips were curled upwards in a nice and soft smile.

You wondered who he was. You never saw him around in the base and nobody in the squad mentioned about him. You decided to go up to him again.

“Hi,” you smiled and nodded to him.

Just like before, he quickly stood up and wanted to walk away. But you were prepared. You ran over and tugged onto his sleeve.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, “don’t go!”

“A-are.. you.. okay?” He talked so slowly, like a person in slow mo.

“Yes i am! Why wouldn’t I be??”

“I.. suck.. people’s… power…” he tried to explain quickly. As quickly as he could, it seemed.

“Oh..” you understood his actions from a week before. The realisation hitting on you that he was such a kind soul, always running away from people so that he wouldn’t suck their energy from them.

“I.. er.. don’t have powers,” you sheepishly smiled at him.

He looked at you, wide-eyed, as if trying to comprehend what you just said.

“I’m a defect,” you beamed at him and then you let out a chuckle, “I was just born without powers!”

“So… why.. are.. you.. here..?”

“My mom works at the base as a part time servant, sometimes she helps out with some of the errands in the base, mending clothes or helping charmy san with her garden, or keeping everything in order, like this library. She’s owes Captain Yami a favour and she likes everyone here. But she’s on sick leave so I’m here to stand in for her this week!”

The man before you smiled at you. You saw this smile before, from afar when he was absorbed in his book. But now, when it was directed at you, you thought he looked... so beautiful and serene. You just couldn't wrap your finger around it but you felt like this man just brought peace and kindness.

"What.. is.. your.. name..?" He suddenly asked, as though it dawned on him that he didn't even know your name.

"I'm y/n! y/n, l/n! How about you?" you gave him a toothy grin.

He smiled again, wider this time, "Henry.. Legolant."

He stuck out his hand and you took it, shaking his hand, "pleasure to meet you!"

Henry was beyond shocked. He could barely be in the same room as someone, let alone even have any physical contact, except for Asta. He was bursting with excitement and happiness inside, he could barely contain himself.

"Please.. come.. when.. you're.. free.."

"Oh.. " you pondered for abit, "actually I'm just here for a week to stand in for my sick mom.."

Henry felt his heart sink instantly. He immediately felt regretful that he ran away when you called out to him for the first time. He thought about the time that he wasted to get to know you, his new found friend.

Looking at the obvious sulking of his face, you felt your heart break a little.

"But I can come visit you, right? As a friend?" you suggested, "On days where I don't work or get get off work early?"

You saw his frown slowly lifted into a huge smile again, "Yes!... Please.. y/n!" Henry exclaimed.

-end-

I have another Henry request in the inbox so I'll do a continuation in HCs !

[bakugohoex]

Super excited for this event! Congratulations on 1k 🎉🎉 If it’s still available, could I get Fluff #2 with sweet bby Kirishima??

“i’d do anything for you”

pairing: eijiro kirishima x female reader

cw: fluff, language, kissing mwah, reader being a dumb unaware brat 

word count: ​1900+

a/n: umm i don’t think this is that good, i feel like it could be better but i have no capability of making it better whoops 

summary: in which kirishima helps you throughout the day and you finally ask him why he’s always so nice to you, gaining a response you’d never had expected

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Kirishima was always so soft with you, opening doors and holding your books whenever he saw you. But nobody would ever think he had ulterior motives; he was like this with every girl he met. Wrong. There was always a reason behind this, the way his fingers would skim your back as you entered the room or the way he’s able to clasp your fingers for a short moment as he helped you with your books.

But who would think any of this would be a reason for his crush, who would assume he wasn’t just living up to his manly expectation of helping girls in general. You did, you saw past it all, saw the way he’d tense up as you entered, saw the way that his eyes roamed your body as he hid it with your tie being crooked. You always watched his actions and motions, the difference in tone and gestures with other girls, the way Ururaka once tripped on her shoelace and even though he was the closest person next to her. He was the last to come and see she was okay, how when you had nearly fallen over Mina’s bag on the way to the kitchen. He would come from the other end of the room to catch your fall.

Kirishima had ulterior motives and you were going to find out the reason for it.

Maybe it was stupid to go all detective, maybe he was just genuinely unaware that Ururaka had fell. But in the back of your mind you knew there was another reason, was he the traitor trying to get closer to you. Was he trying to use you to turn on the heroes, there was no other way to find out but spend your Saturday with the dyed haired boy.

“Kiri come get the supplies with me for the festival today.” You giddily spoke at breakfast, the way he dropped his spoon into his cereal as milk splashed to the sides, his mouth agape at your words. “Kirishima?”

“Huh, yeah…yes I..I’d love to go out with you today.” His toothy grin was evident as you happily smiled at the boy, he was too eager as if he was the one who had already planned this out.

He continued eating as he met your eye a couple times, handing you some water afterwards as he gave another smile. “Where do you need to go?”

“I was thinking about that craft shop half an hour away and then some lunch, it’ll be fun.” He nodded without even a question as you both left your separate ways. Your eyes fixated on him as the elevator doors closed, he was too eager, you knew it, there was no other reason for him to want to spend a whole day with you if it weren’t for your quirk.

You quickly changed clothes as you went back down the elevator, waiting for Kirishima to come from his room. You needed a plan of action; you wanted this day to be quick but as soon as you saw him walk through the elevator all cheerly. You felt a different emotion, a new feeling as his hair had become spiked up, his hoodie covering him as his hands still rough and calloused where put out for you to take.

“Y/n.” His hand was still out as you stared at it before you shook your head gaining some ability to speak.

You took it feeling a surge of electricity which you hadn’t felt ever in your life, was this from him, was he doing this to you. “Sorry…”

He didn’t question it already dragging you outside, “I heard from Denki that there’s this amazing Chinese restaurant, I know you love dumplings.”

Your eyes widened at his memory, he remembered something as trivial as that. There was no motive in remembering something like that, so why had he remembered it. “That sounds fun, we’ll be carrying a shit ton of stuff with us.”

“I’ll be carrying it, can’t have a pretty girl carrying crap.” He looked at how you squeezed his hand, the way your breath became quicker in a matter of seconds, you truly had no idea what the hell was going on.

The mid-autumn weather makes you feel excruciatingly hot for some reason, walking alongside the pavement, hand in hand like a couple would. That wasn’t the aim of this, your aim was to find out why Kirishima was so nice to you, nicer than he was to any other girl. Maybe you were unaware, maybe your mind had been put on the hero course and studying and becoming a hero that new feelings had always just been swept away.

But at the tense look Kirishima gave to you as the long half an hour walk occurred. He spoke about his day about how he planned to visit his parents tomorrow, normal, he was normal. “What about you?”

“Mina asked me if I could help her change her hero costume, she was more excited about it.” You mocked knowing that excitement was an under exaggeration.

He chuckled lightly as the stroll through the city became more comfortable, “aww you gonna be her model.”

“Haha you wish, she likes my costume and wants my input.” You say not looking at him, he had tried to make eye contact, but you had been unable to due to fear or another emotion you could not put your finger on.

He came closer as your arms were now brushing beside one another, “your costume is pretty.”

“Really?”

He nods as you both finally see the doors of the craft store, “yeah…” he scratches the back of his head, “ever since I first saw you in it I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.”

It was cliché but the way he spoke it out with such love for you and all you could see; all you could think was how he had noticed you from the beginning. The unknown emotion ran through you as you finally spoke, “let’s go inside.”

You didn’t say anything else letting go of his hands as you looked at the list Midoriya had written up for the festival. “You take half and I’ll take the other half.” You ripped the paper in two, passing him the paper before leaving him.

Kirishima would never understand what went through your head, he walked towards the other end. Thinking about the day, how your actions never showed your clear true feelings, how you held his hand but at the sign of him flirting you got quiet. He didn’t understand you and it made him grow even more impatient, having spoken to Bakugo about his feelings and being called a dumbass for keeping it all inside. He had to confess; it was his only option.

Scouring through the rest of the list, the ability to easily find everything seemed trivial. Kirishima started to wonder where you had gotten off too, having not seen you at all and both having plenty to get.

You hadn’t bothered thinking about Kirishima as you grabbed the stuff needed, finding yourself on the last item. You were looking at the different glitter pens that Mina had wanted to use on the class's faces, you flicked through the different colours before feeling a figure behind you.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be on your own.” You rolled your eyes as you turned to see a man you didn’t recognise, probably some worthless guy who thought hitting on girls would actually get him a girlfriend.

“I’m not.” You mutter as much as you didn’t quite understand Kirishima’s motives; you always had him to back you up if something occurred.

The man looked down putting his finger out to touch your cheek, you grabbed his wrist before he could try anything. “You got a strong grip for a girl, I bet you’d be good in bed.” You didn’t bother with the comment but could see the redhead in your eyeline.

You wanted to test something out, see if he’d comply with his motives, not activating your quirk. You loosened your grip on the man’s wrist as he brought his other hand to grab your throat. He wasn’t some quirk less human; he had a quirk you could sense it but as he licked him up about to put his slobbering lips on you. You heard Kirishima shout out dropping the items and charging to you both.

It wasn’t a shout you could even process as you felt the man get punched to the other end of the aisle, the way his eyes went down in one punch by Kirishima’s hardened arm. He looked down at you instantly grabbing you as he looked at you in confusion, “you could’ve protected yourself.”

He always had faith in you, always knew that you could protect yourself. So what had changed, “why?”

It was a cry as he stared at your body on the ground, other store members having seen the scene calling the police over the incident. Kirishima knowing you both would have to get out of the store, leaving the stuff he took you up. Feeling your body against him as you walked out with him you were mumble crap he could barely understand.

“Y/n what happened?” He placed you on a bench as you looked up at the bright sky, the clear blue sky with nothing coming down towards you, no clouds or birds. Nothing, “Y/n.”

“Why do you treat me differently?” He couldn’t comprehend the question, the way he took a seat beside you as his arm rested behind your neck.

He turned to meet your eyes as he stared at your body, the way you stared up at the sky as if that was the only enticing thing you could see. “I don’t und…”

“You…you treat me differently, I know what you do, I see it you don’t act like this with any other girl and if…” You trailed off as you finally moved to face him, “and if you’re the traitor then just kill me now.”

“Trai…Y/n I’m not the traitor…” He paused as he spoke comfort to you, “…I’d do anything for you.”

You scowled back as you became frustrated, “Why? I mean nothing to you.”

“I’m fucking in love with you.” Your eyes widen as your stupidity and realisation came through. The feeling you couldn’t comprehend, couldn’t understand, believing it to be fear when in reality it was love. “I shouldn’t have said that”

You saw him turn away but grabbing his hoodie as you pulled him closer to your body, you stared at him, looked down at his lips as you closed your eyes. “I’m sorry…”

Trailing off you leaned forwards as he copied you, lips finally meeting together. You understood the love you had for him, that the emotion you had been so worried about was something else unknown. Maybe being in the hero course had made you see the worst in people, believe that nobody could ever love you. But here you were with his hands on the back of your neck, kissing you with such passion as your hands remained on his chest.

Heavy breathes as you finally ended the kiss, the way his eyes stared into your own. His hand moved to your cheek as he looked at you softly, “I love you Eijiro.”

It was barely a whisper, but he caught it, eyes widening as he gave you another much slower kiss, filled with love of the future ahead. You finally understood the motives of Kirishima’s kindness, it wasn’t out of malice it was of wanting to have you call him yours forever.

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[bokutobaby]

“y/n?”

she lifted her her head up, slightly startled by the knock that followed the sound of his voice. it’s not like she wasn’t expecting him to run after her, although she kind of hoped he didn’t. but y/n knew sugawara better than that — at least, she thought she did.

when she didn’t answer and instead involuntary sniffed from the runny nose she currently had, he let himself in to the bedroom. before he could even begin to think of what to say, she sighed.

“please, can we skip the whole awkward apology thing and get right to the point.”

nervously shoving his hands in his pockets, he was at a loss for words. “y/n..”

“you dumped me, remember? literally like 2 days ago.”

y/n knew how straightforward she was being, and the adrenaline she was getting from it was not worth the anxiety attack she felt boiling in her system.

sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, he let out a small chuckle.

“i’m an idiot, you know that? actually, don’t answer that.” y/n rolled her eyes, but didn’t interrupt him.

“i... regret ever yelling at you. i just got so upset because i realized i’d fell for you so hard and you didn’t feel the exact same,” he said solemnly. “you didn’t deserve that. i can’t force you to love me, especially when you clearly have feelings for—“

the bedroom door shot wide open, and in the archway stood a very out of breath kuroo. his formal wear for tonight was slightly wrinkled and he held a gift box in his hand, which was terribly wrapped, by the way.

y/n’s, once again, startled face looked at his distressed state, and she wasn’t really sure whether to laugh or scold him for ruining the moment between them.

suga, however, cracked a small smile and used this as his cue. “i’ll leave you two alone,” he said, looking between kuroo and y/n, and began to walk off.

“wait! what were you gonna say?”

sugawara shook his head lightly, and made eye contact with kuroo, who still hadn’t said anything the entire time. instead, the silver haired boy simply kept walking, and found himself slipping off from the party and made his way home.

confusion hit y/n like a bullet, but it didn’t matter as kuroo simply picked up where suga had left off.

“well... that’d seemed dramatic,” he said jokingly. y/n giggled, deciding to push her questions away and move on with the night (for now, at least). “are you okay?”

y/n nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder after he sat next to her on the bed where suga once was.

“sorry i got here so late, the mall was no joke.”

“did you find me a present?” she teased, and he poked her side in annoyance.

“i told you, i got you something already- in fact...” kuroo mumbled, checking the time on his phone, the clock hitting 12:01 am when he turned it on and a toothy grin came across his face.

opening the box, kuroo pulled out a small, black rectangular shaped one with a thin gold bow on the front. he sat it in y/n’s lap, and laughed once he saw how lost she was.

“i was serious, i did get you something,” he told her. “merry christmas, y/n.”

her heart, racing at an annoying speed, was all she could hear afterwards as she slowly opened the present. inside was a silver necklace, a heart locket at that. she noticed a small latch, and when the heart opened after a small pull, a picture of the two of them was displayed on inside of it.

she remembered this photo as if it were yesterday. it was the first selfie they took together, specifically them at the beach the night he finally broke it off with rei. it was the moment she knew he was going to be a special part of her life.

and this, she realized, was the moment she knew what sugawara was going to say.

it’d been kuroo all along. it always has been.

“roomies”

a kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader smau

part fourteen - slight closure

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after a rough break up, y/n needs a place to stay. luckily she finds an ad for a loft in search of another roommate — but it never specified it’d be with three guys. follow y/n in her world of relationships, shenanigans, and shitty jobs.

a/n: we gone pretend it hasn’t been it hasn’t been 2 weeks since the last upload and enjoy this ok😏☝️

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disclaimer! - this smau is heavily inspired by the fox show ‘new girl’ and will include written parts from time to time.

[arhvste]

can i maybe request some comfort hq’s w any of your favorite boys (but maybe throw in some oikawa) when their s/o doesn’t get invited to hang out w her friends but like all her friends are hanging out and they didn’t invite her so she just has to watch them all have fun on social media and stuff? totally not speaking from experience haha.. take your time if you’re busy! i love your writing so much 🥺✨💘💖

hi bby i love u a lot <3 ✨🐉🦋

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OIKAWA, BOKUTO AND TSUKISHIMA COMFORTING LEFT OUT S/O

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OIKAWA

you’re minding your own business at home in your room scrolling through instagram when your heart sinks 

you see your friends have posted group photo they took today when they went out and failed to invite you

you felt silly being bothered by it but you couldn’t hep it 

friends are meant to invite each other out not leave individual members out

while you’re staring at the picture, you’re interrupted by a facetime call from your boyfriend

you answer and see his smiling face on your screen

“hi y/n-chan i- wHATS WRONG?!”

he sees you’re not smiling back and he immediately knows somethings up

“its nothing tooru, don’t worry”

you give him a little reassuring smile and he frowns a little 

so anyway you guys go about your call just talking as normal and you casually mention that your friends hung out without you

you can’t actually see oikawa’s face because he has you on pause and kept muting and unmuting by what you assumed was accident

rude

but you just assume he’s on his daily run because you can hear him doing so

you carry on telling him about how you’d been left out and just talking about it made you tear up a little

“i know it’s stupid, but i can't help but feel annoyed.”

as you’re explaining to tooru you hear a knock at your door

muttering a quick “hang on” to your boyfriend you go downstairs to see who’s at your door

you open the door to reveal your panting boyfriend with a bag containing, one of his favourite hoodies you like to borrow, his laptop, another bag of take out food and a bunch of sunflowers gripped under his arm

“sorry i took so long y/n-chan”

“tooru? what's all this?”

“as if im gonna let my pretty girl feel upset all by herself, come here”

he pulls you in for a tight hug and you let him inside where he unpacks the contents in the bags 

the fact he did all of this for you make you want to tear up again

and you do just that

he pulls you back into his chest and wraps his arms around you 

“what did i do to deserve you?”

“i should be asking you.”

you guys eat your take out, oikawa has a shower because he was lowkey sweating with all that running about, you pull on the jumper he brought round for you (he only took it back in the first place because you mentioned his smell wasn't as strong on it anymore)

you watch a few films before you both start to just lay there and cuddle

“come on, lets take cute photos!”

“why?”

“so we can show your stupid friends that you don’t need to be with them when you have me”

you guys take some immaculate pictures and upload them to your insta story where a ton of people are swiping up compliment how cute you both are

including a few of your friends who swooned over your boyfriend saying how they wished they had a boyfriend like tooru

oikawa looked at their messages and sneered

“ignore them it’ll piss them off”

he is so petty

but so are you fdshfghu

he’ll stay over for the night because he refuses to leave you until you’re totally over it

best boyfie

63/10 experience would die for this boy 😼

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BOKUTO 

bokuto is actually the one who points out that your friends are hanging out without you

you two have just left grabbing breakfast together when he sees your group walking and laughing together across the street

“hey y/n? aren't they your friends?”

“huh?”

you turn to look and you wish you hadn't 

bokuto saw the drop in your face and suddenly felt sad too

“do you want me to say something?”

“don’t worry kou, it’s nothing”

you give him a weak smile and pull him back to your house

the walk back is quiet which is unusual for the two of you as usually you two never stop talking to each other 

when you get back home you turn away from your boyfriend and wipe a few stray tears that you’d been holding back the whole time

bokuto notices and grabs you shoulder and turns you to face him

“oh y/n please don’t cry! shall we make a blanket fort? do you want to go out somewhere? shall i get akaashi to come over and we can plot muder against your friends?”

the boy isn’t used to seeing you upset

he’s used to seeing you so happy and cheerful around him because he always does his best to make sure you’re comfortable 

you laugh dryly and smile at him

“no baby it’s fine, i just need to let it all out and i’ll be good”

he pulls you and and wraps his big arms around you as your sobs grow louder into his chest

“k-kou am i stupid for feeling like this? it’s not even that serious i just feel kinda betrayed they didn't even ask me you know? like this isn't even the first time -i”

you look up when you feel chest chest move and you sees HE’S got tears falling down his face too

“kou!! i know why i’m crying but why are YOU crying?”

“i-i don't know?? seeing you cry makes me cry??”

the two of you are laughing and sobbing together you forget why you were even sad in the first place

he picks you up bridal style and carried you over to the couch where the two of you proceed to just cuddle and enjoy each other’s presence

“hey, y/n you should hang with me and akaashi at lunch if you want”

“maybe...”

“come onnnn, if your so-called ‘friends’ don’t wanna hang with you, we most certainly do!”

he’s giving you his big toothy grin you can't say no to

“okay kou, i’ll start spending my lunches with you”

he doesn't even hide the fact he's excited lmao

“yES!! we get to spend even more time together now and everyones gonna see how cute we are together!”

bokuto just wants to make sure that wherever you are, he can make you smile and forget about all the bad things 

so the fact you agree to spend your lunchtimes with him makes him ecstatic now that he knows he can make it his mission everyday to make you smile more

he won't ever leave you alone when you’re sad so you spend the rest of your day playing on your switch and making tiktoks together

because bokuto will always want you to feel like you’re having fun with him because it’s your smile that first caught his attention before you started dating 

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TSUKISHIMA

you and tsuki are at his house in his room together

both of you are going through your phones until your group chat starts spamming with photos and videos 

your notifications are going off like crazy and its driving tsukishima mental

“since when were you popular?”

you glare at him as you open the messages and your face drops 

your supposed friends were all sending videos and photos of each other into your group chat

they had all gone out and hadn't mentioned it to you

tsukishima glanced over to your phone and watched as you mindlessly tapped through the never ending stream of content 

“i don’t know why you surround yourself with such loser’s y/n, i’d be embarrassed to send videos of my friends screaming like babies”

this made you smile ever so slightly

you’re not a mean person

but there's something about tsukishima’s snarky comments which make you feel better about the situation

tsuki has obviously noticed you were bothered about not being invited but he won't tell you he knows because it may trigger you to get upset

instead he pulls your back into his chest as the two of you lay in his bed together as he rests one of his arms on your side and the other over your shoulder

instead of being overly comforting, tsuki will encourage you to tap through the group chat but he’ll make a snarky comments for each picture or video

“ew she really left the house with confidence looking like that?”

“why has the girl on the right done her make up like that? did they go out for a day at the circus or something?”

“you can see the people in the background literally cringing, i can feel the second hand embarrassment through the screen”

the two of you sit there for a while laughing and making snide comments 

tuski’s are way worse than yours because he literally doesn't know how to stop 

after you finish tapping through everything, you set your phone down and smile at your boyfriend 

“hey, thanks for that”

“for what? being myself”

“for making me laugh you idiot”

“i was being honest but okay then”

you’ll just lay there together in a comforting silence

“you know... you’re too good for them anyway, ditch them”

you hesitated before answering

“but, they're my friends? i can't just ditch them out of nowhere”

“they had no problem doing it to you”

harsh words 

but he’s right

they didn't have a problem ditching you so maybe tsuki was right

“i don't mind doing a bit of charity work and letting you be with me at school”

“oh? how considerate of my boyfriend, the one who’s meant to love and be there for me unconditionally! you’re too kind!”

you both snicker at this before he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head

“go on, leave the group chat... if you’re bad 😈”

he gets lowkey excited watching you leave it he’s got a stupid little evil smirk 

tsuki may seem like he enjoys conflict and malicious behaviour 

but really he just wants to make sure you’re kept away from people who clearly don't value or deserve you

‘their loss’ he thinks to himself as he pulls you closer

[kaitwrites]

Part 23: Explanations

Hello bbys! I very much forgot about posting this yesterday oops (It was Christmas I have an excuse lol) but anyway here it is! Once again a very big thank you to @garbagepale-kid for being the best and helping me edit and proof read and everything. I hope everyone is having a good holiday season!!

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Word Count: 1,742

Warnings: Uh... none really. It did low key make me sad tho so I mean 

You slowly made your way up to Sero’s room in a daze. Your fingers occasionally danced over your lips that were still tingling from your kiss with Katsuki, and your face was hot and red from what felt like a permanent blush. You had promised to meet him back in his room within thirty minutes before he came busting down Sero’s door to come and look for you, and you were pushing it with your slow pace. 

After what seemed like an eternity, you stopped in front of Sero’s room. You heard soft music playing and hoped that his neighbors were either heavy sleepers or nonexistent. You brought your hand up and knocked three times. After a few minutes you turned on your heel, ready to head to Bakugo’s room when he didn’t answer, but just as you had begun to retreat his door creaked open. 

His eyes were red and the smell of weed invaded your nostrils as smoke drifted from the room, he had a lazy smile plastered on his face once he realized who had been knocking. “Hey, I wasn’t expecting you. How was your talk with Bakugo?” He leaned against his doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest. 

You shifted anxiously as your gaze fell to the floor, “can I come in?”

 His smile dissipated and he made room in the doorway, shutting the door behind you as you made your way into the room, sitting on his bed. Though the two of you had been sharing the room, there was no sign of this, save for the pajamas that were still piled on the floor from the night before. You had been keeping most of your things in your suitcase, and for the most part he had done the same, but in his assumption that you weren’t coming back he hadn’t bothered to pick up after himself. 

Sero turned the music down and tried to kick some clothes out of the way before he picked up a sweatshirt from the ground, pulling it over his head before taking a seat on the floor in front of you and crossing his legs. 

“Everything okay? How did it go?” He placed a hand on your knee and looked up to you. 

You smiled and looked down at him, placing one of your hands on top of his. “It went well.” You watched as his smile came back to his face, though this time there was something different about it. “It went… really well.” 

“Well that’s good, right? You’re happy?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. 

Sero leaned back, taking in your expression. You had a smile on your lips that he hadn’t seen in a while, a sparkle in your eye that hadn’t been there since Bakugo had kicked you out of his room. Though you had only said a few words since he had opened his door for you, he could hear something different in your voice. He knew this was coming, he had just hoped for a little more time. 

“Yeah,” your free hand made its way up to your lips and you felt the blush come back to your face once more. Your attention turned to his face and you saw nothing but sadness come over his features. Your smile fell and you sighed, not sure if you were ready for this conversation. “I wanted to come and talk to you, though, about what happened earlier.” 

“Right.” He sat up straight, rolling his shoulders. “I’m sorry, I just… I really have no explanation for that.” You could tell he was trying to find the right words to say, he had always been a pretty easy person to read. He bit his lower lip and took a deep breath, looking to where your hands were connected, then back up to your eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” 

“I love you too, Han.” You reassured him. He was nervous, it was written all over his face. His sad eyes betrayed his bright smile. 

“No, like… I love you.” He watched you cautiously, waiting for the realization to come over your face. Once he saw the spark of recognition he continued before you could get a word in. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, I just never knew how to tell you, it never seemed like the right time.” He swallowed, his mouth suddenly very dry. “First there was Monoma, and I knew you were very hesitant to give any affection to anyone after him… But then Bakugo came along. I hadn’t seen your face light up like that since Monoma.” 

“Han…” It was the only thing you were able to get out. You had had your suspicions that he harbored those kinds of feelings for you, but you'd buried them deep down. It wasn’t that you ignored them, it was more so that you just thought he was just being the same old Sero, one of your best friends, because he never acted on them. 

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but into your eyes. “You had never looked at me like that, and that’s when I knew that there was never a chance for me. Not in this lifetime at least.” . 

You sat there, dumbfounded. Memories from high school sprang to the front of your mind, the pining for the sweet, black haired, toothy-grinned boy came back. You had savored every smile in your direction, every slight brush of your hands, each second of eye contact you had shared. You’d admired him, stealing glances and falling more and more in love with his smile every day, but he had been in a relationship. Then Monoma came along and sucked you dry, made you feel worthless, and by the time that disaster was over you were too scared to let yourself feel that vulnerable to anyone else, Sero included.  

“If you felt that way for so long, why didn’t you say anything?” Your voice was strained. “Sure, I wasn’t ready for a relationship after Neito, but maybe if you’d told me I wouldn’t have pushed my feelings for you so far down that they disappeared.”  

His eyes shot to your face, An intense feeling of self-loathing washing over him at the words coming out of your mouth. You actually had feelings for him? There was a point in time where there was mutual pining? He’d noticed some lingering glances after he’d ended things with a girlfriend in high school, and the ways you always found a way to spend extra time with him,but in his mind that was just because you were worried about him. That relationship hadn’t ended the best, and he thought you were trying to be a good friend to him. Boy was he kicking himself in the ass for never acting on those bubbling feelings way back when. 

“I feel like an idiot.” He admitted, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. “You’re telling me there was a time where I could have swept you off your feet...” he trailed off, then let out a remorseful chuckle. “To think, if I had acted on that before Monoma came into the picture… you wouldn’t have been put through all of that pain.” He looked up to your glossy eyes. 

Bringing back the things Monoma had said and done to you were still a very rough subject for you. Even after all of this time, even after finding solace in Katsuki, it was just irreparable damage. He moved himself from the floor to sit beside you, pulling your head onto his shoulder, rubbing your shoulder. “But now you have Bakugo, and I wouldn’t have done all of this for you if I hadn’t known he was a good guy, he just needed a little push in the right direction.”

“Han, why would you agree to do this if you felt so strongly about me?” You whispered, wiping at the tear that had escaped your eye. “If I had known I wouldn’t have agreed to this, to lead you on like this.” 

“There was never a moment throughout all of this that I thought you were leading me on. Y/N I chose to do this. I did it for you. Seeing your beautiful smile and knowing that you’re happy is worth more to me than any reciprocated feelings. I went into this knowing that the end game was always going to be Bakugo, and if that’s what makes you happy then that’s what makes me happy.” 

More tears trailed down your face as he spoke. Never had there been anyone in your life to put your feelings before their own. Never had there been anyone to risk their happiness for the sake of you. There was a part of you that still loved Hanta, and you thought that there might always be because though feelings were never reciprocated at the time, he was your first love. “Thank you, Hanta.” You sniffled and pulled his face to your level, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

You didn’t miss the faint blush that adorned his cheeks, or the sad smile plastered on his face. He squeezed your shoulder and stood up, pulling you with him. “Dance with me, one last time.” He turned the volume up on the Bluetooth speaker in the room and held his arms out to you. You smiled as you remembered all the times he had done this, it never failed to cheer you up. 

He took your hand and pulled you close, holding you tightly to his chest and resting his chin on top of your head and the music played softly throughout the room. He wanted to cherish every last moment of this, because who knew when the next time he’d ever be able to hold you this close, if there would ever even be a next time. The two of you swayed together in the small space that the room allowed, and much to Seros dismay, the song ended all too soon. You pulled back and let him wipe at the tears that had fallen down your face once more. 

“Just remember, I’m always here if you ever need me.” He pulled you closer one last time, placing a kiss on your forehead and holding back the tears that threatened to fall before watching you walk out of his room to go back to Bakugo. 

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[passionate-hedgehog]

Sequins and Handcuffs

Pairing: Damien Haas x Reader (fem)

Warnings:Languages and mildly suggestive content (a joke between friends, nothing happens lol. Ya girl is ace and writing that freaks me out. Ick.)

Word Count: 1117

A/N: I’m so glad I started this prompt fic series. It’s my way of journaling and it’s more therapeutic than I thought. I’ve spent the last year trying to bury emotions but I’m working on finding them again so my writing gets better. In the meantime, enjoy my robotic nature. ALSO----> If you have fic req’s that you want, send them to MEEEEEE!!!! I’ll write for more than SMOSH. I’m just doing SMOSH only because I feel like these are making a miniseries at this point lol ♥

Summary: Reader is preparing for a visit from her two best friend’s from back home and is ridiculously excited. Damien is interested, too, but for a whole different reason.

The table that Y/n was sitting at in the costume corner was shaking in rhythm to her leg. The container of purple sequins that Rochelle had collected to add to Sarah’s dress nearly crashed to the floor before the designer caught them. The woman put them back in their spot before tapping Y/n’s leg twice.

“If you don’t stop, you’re going to jostle the whole building down. You better get it together before your excitement ruins your stomach for the day. You know how you get.” Rochelle went back to sticking pins into the mannequin. 

Y/n tapped the tips of her fingers along the wood in place of bouncing her legs. The costume designer would have sworn that the other woman could have dented the table by the sheer force of her movements. 

“For the love of- Go run a lap or something. Better yet!” Rochelle grabbed a toolbox from the shelf holding bundled fabric and an assortment of scissors. “Go run this to Sarah for me? She wanted to borrow some things for a project. Maybe if you crabwalk, you’ll run out all of that energy.”

“Yes, Mom.” Y/n mumbled, dodging a ball of twine that had been thrown at her head.

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The producer was found standing behind a camera during a Try Not To Laugh Shoot. Y/n stood quietly in the corner and watched the antics of the cast. She found it particularly difficult to stay quiet when Jackie rolled around on the floor whining in a blue dress but absolutely lost it when Noah found himself stuck to Jackie’s stool. When Damien came out from behind the screen, she rolled her eyes and smirked. Of course the man would know how to get someone out of locked handcuffs.

After the shoot wrapped, Y/n approached the producer to finish the task she was given. “Hey, Sarah. Rochelle said to give you this toolbox?”

“Oh. yes! Score! I have some pillowcases I want to repurpose but I’m missing some things. I still gotta get Claudio’s head measurement...Tell her thank you when you go back. I’m SO EXCITED.” The producere shimmied with the box held up next to her face. “Tonight is gonna rock! Speaking of…”

“Nope. That’s my cue. Gotta jet!” Y/n turned tail and ducked out of the studio as quick as she could. When she made it back to the costume corner she found the door was locked. A sign that read “Y/n, you’re banished until after my Zoom luncheon. Run more laps. Chase a squirrel. Do SOMETHING that’s not destructive. Thanks, bby.” was taped on the locked door.

“Well, that’s harsh.” A man’s voice rang, right next to her left ear.

“God freaking dammit, Damien Christian Haas. I swear to-”

“You just did.”

Y/n  took the hand she had frantically placed over her heart and used it to swat at the man’s baseball cap. “I’m so close to fighting you. I don’t think you understand.”

“Yikes. So, what did you do to get banished from ‘Ye Ol Cloth Abundance’?”

“Ye Ol...the fuck…” The woman shook the words from her head. “I...might have been a disturbance...possibly destructive…”

Damien fake gasped. “You? A disturbance? AND destructive?”

“I said ‘possibly’, Dames. Possibly.”  

He smiled a toothy smile. “Yeah, that’s going to be an issue.”

Y/n cocked an eyebrow, thoroughly confused. “What? What’s going to be an issue?”

“Uh...nothing. I have to get something from the break room. Wanna join since you can’t get in there?” The actor pointed towards the offending sign on the door.

“Yeah, sure.” She agreed and they turned to begin their trek.

“So, what made you distracted enough to be a disturbance?”

“My two best friends from back home are coming to visit and I can’t freaking wait!” Y/n started bouncing through the next few steps. “I haven’t seen them in years. We had some time apart because of life and everything. But when we separately joined a forum for cat owners, we clicked all over again.I didn’t even know either of them were in it until I saw them talking to each other over the comments section. It was like we were never even apart.”

“Oh man, that’s a solid friendship right there. I’d be super jealous if I didn’t have Shayne.” Damien finished with a smirk similar to the one Y/n held after the TNTL filming.

Y/n jokingly nudged her elbow into Damien, The man, in turn, smoothly linked their arms together and then ran his hand down her wrist to lace her fingers with his. He slowly pulled her to a stop when they were in a quiet corner in the hallway.

“Do I get to meet them when they visit?”

“Of course! I’m going to introduce them to as many people as I can! They’re my babies. Of course I’m going to show them off.” The woman giggled.

Damien seemed to be thinking through his next words. “Yes, but what version of me are you introducing to them?”

Y/n shook her head. “I don’t...the human...one?”

“I mean like the co-worker version of me? Or the version of me that’s holding your hand in this quiet corner of the hallway?” He held up their hands as if to show proof to her that they were indeed linked.

After blowing out some air and making noises that made no sense, Y/n pulled her hand back and pointed down the hall. “Ya know what? I’m suddenly overtaken by a hunger that only Jackie and a coffee can fix.”

“You’re going to ask her for advice, aren’t you?” The actor called after her, since she retreated quickly.

“You don’t know my life!” Y/n pulled out her cellular device and opened a text as she briskly escaped the scene.

Y/n: Pree, Nat, if I perish from unsettled “romantic” sticky-situations before you get here, please feed my cat.

Nat: Did...did you mean to word it that way?

Pree: I’m sorry if you WHAT????

Y/N: NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT. HOLY BANANAS. I meant like...a situation I don’t necessarily want to be in...but don’t want to not be in. 

Y/N: Ja feel?

Pree: No. Ja totally don’t feel.

Nat: Sweetie, I think you need to use more words.

Y/N: It’s a stupid boy thing about a stupid boy.

Nat: Like how stupid?

Pree: Yeah like my son’s father stupid or like Nat’s husband stupid?

Nat: Excuse me what? I love my husband, even if he is sometimes stupid. Bless his heart.

Y/N: Okay yeah, Nat’s husband stupid.

Pree: O.o

Nat: ?!?!?!?!?!

Y/N: help.