#fuckinglovefandoms

[zee-cupcakes-personal-blog]

If you're still interested in recieving kiss meme prompts, either 1 (hot, steamy kiss), 10 (neck kiss), or 19 (forceful kiss) for Shigaraki? Take your pick, whatever sound fun for you. ^_^ (conversely if you don't want to do any of them delete this ask. I understand 💚).

((Ah. Yes. But you made a fatal error.

I’m an over-achiever who will likely try to do all three in one. Wish me luck.

…. How am I going to do that?))

((Edit* This has been sitting in my drafts forever. I was able to do 2 of the 3... I GUESS that’s a win~?))

Shigaraki wasn’t one for being forthcoming when he was hurt. Despite what many would expect good ole’ Shiggy could take a surprising amount of physical damage before he’d admit to being hurt. It took even more damage to force him into bed-rest.

You had no idea what sort of damage Shigaraki had sustained when the league returned from a particularly dangerous mission. Aside from Dabi eventually spilling that the lot of them had tried to make a break-in at Tartaurus and been caught- you wouldn’t have known. It was supposed to be a secret… A secret even Kurogiri didn’t seem to like you knowing.

Like a loyal guard-dog Kurogiri kept you from seeing Shigaraki to personally just… Check on him? Make sure he was alright?… Kurogiri had made mention that “Tomura” was the picture of wrath when he was in situations like these- but you knew there were other reasons why he did not want the two of you seeing each other.

What? Well, you couldn’t put your thumb on it…

The stale air around the base since the last failure clung to everything, and the tension was thick enough to be cut.

Downstairs you sat while Toga painted her nails a myriad of colors in silence, Dabi continually snapped his fingers- lighting them ablaze out of idle curiosity… Twice happily growled lyrics to a song he had heard on the radio earlier, and without any competition Spinner was playing a game on the console connected to the television.

That’s when you heard the door slamming, and the sound of heavy foot-falls from the stair-case leading up to the living area. Everyone had their eyes on Kurogiri as he huffed and stormed off behind the bar.

Dabi was the first to break the silence. “…I take it the make out session didn’t end well?“

Normally you would have laughed.

Normally, Kurogiri wouldn’t have poured himself a shot, taken it like a champ and then threw it at Dabi (purposefully missing), of course. “Shigaraki is being unsufferable. Not like you would have anything useful to contribute.”

“Hey, it was a joke,” Dabi said, almost defensively.

At this point, however, Kurogiri had begun to go off on a tangent on why Shigaraki was being so insufferable. Threat to his own safety, unresponsive emotional state, blatantly refusing to listen to anyone…

Frankly, that sounded like normal Shigaraki to you. Your eyes darted to the stairs just at the other edge of the bar… You had never been up there- it was strictly off-limits for you… And most everyone, unless they had a room up there.

“I wouldn’t,” Kurogiri scolded you from where you sat. “He’s in a mood.” In the time it had taken you to zone out effectively Dabi was now pouring Kurogiri another shot- a double. “I won’t stop you, still” Kurogiri emphasized. “Consider it just forewarning.”

“AH!” Toga chirped. “You should totally go talk to Tomura!” she chirped. “He seems to actually listen to you, sometimes!”

Ah, right… Toga was on a first-name basis with him. As strange as that was- you felt very odd for realizing that. It hadn’t bothered you before.

“If he does; I’ll count my blessings,” Kurogiri said bluntly. “As I said before; I won’t stop the two of you- but I’m also unwilling to help. If you get hurt- you get hurt of your own accord.”

“Okay!” Toga chirped as she grabbed your arm and began dragging you. “Come on! Let’s go make mister handy-man feel better!”

Behind you Dabi and Kurogiri exchanged looks.

“… Next round goes on my tab if Toga ditches.”

“Dabi, it isn’t wise for someone to bet on the obvious.”

Toga took you upstairs and in a moments notice she was standing in front of an unlabeled door, knocking on it twice. “Heyyyyy Tomuraaaa~” she sang. “I brought a freinnnnd~”

The response was less than cheery.

“GO. AWAY.”

Even Toga’s head jerked away. “… Well, so much for that,” she said. “Guess what Blackmist said is true… Come on,” Toga said, turning to you.

You were strangely annoyed by how easily she gave up… You walked to the door and knocked three times. “… Is there anything we can get you?” you asked.

There was no response for a moment before a growl came from beyond the door. “… A soda,” he answered numbly. “Melon, please.”

“Okay,” you said. “Give us just a few minutes,” you said, looking back at Toga, who’s face was curled up into a toothy grin and her fingers barely just covered her lower lips.

“I told ya,” she pointed out before merrily skipping off downstairs, dragging you behind her.

It took you a minute to go get him a melon soda- the base didn’t have any, but the vending machine that did wasn’t that far off. When you were almost wordlessly told by almost every member you passed to drop something off for Shigaraki. Dabi handed you a set of clean clothes from Kurogiri, Twice handed you a copy of one of Tomura’s favorite games... Little things that would have made the recovery go well for Tomura-- days ago.

With only a door between you and your boss you gingerly lifted your hand to the door. “It’s me,” you said.

Without much hesitation Shigaraki’s voice croaked- allowing you to open the door on your own. You’d be spared looking into his room this time- though you weren’t sure if that was an invitation to come in or to just open the door- so you stood there as the door creaked open. Shigaraki was sitting, back facing you as he typed furiously on the computer- blue light illuminating the otherwise completely dark room.

“Got you the soda,” you said, lumbering in- stepping over a few used soda cans... Of course, you weren’t all that surprised. Shigaraki had a bad habit of throwing things away. In fact; you were more surprised his room wasn’t as bad you imagined. “Annnd Twice wanted me to drop off a game and I have a new set of night-clothes.”

You heard him let out an annoyed “harrumph”, not even looking over his shoulder to see you. He seemed to be satisfied with the offerings the bottom floor offered him.

“Alright, so I’ll just stick this on your mattress...” you said as you made a b-line for his messy bed. A twin- barely big enough for him- let alone the pile of blankets that it was laden with.

You set the clothing and the game down together gently, keeping the soda in your hand so you could turn around and hand it to Shigaraki, leave him be to brood and stew in his silence- but found you didn’t have to go far.

“Can I have my soda now?”

You jumped and nearly hit your employer- which he didn’t seemed pleased about- grabbing your wrist with his middle-finger extended.

“You startled me-” you excused yourself apologetically- though your chest was still frantically pounding. Here you were, in Shigaraki’s room with just one finger away from ending you... And he was not looking pleased to say the least. “Sorry.”

You extended your hand to the can, hoping he’d let you go, but of course he didn’t. He used his free hand to take his beverage and expertly popped the lid with just his middle finger.

At this point you were confused- startled yes, but mostly just confused. You looked around, wondering exactly what he was doing as he took a long sip. Had he... Forgotten he was holding you.

“... Hm.” He made a noise, staring at the soda in his hand. “Odd.”

Uh-oh. “Did I get the wrong type?” you asked. “You said melon, yeah?”

“No,” he said, tilting the can like it was a wine-glass. “You got the right thing. It’s just...” He pursed his lips in thought, then looked at you, then at the soda again. Wow he was tall... Despite being a string bean he could really be intimidating when he wasn’t trying, even if his face showed the utmost innocence... Relatively speaking.

Without much warning his face suddenly loomed much closer to yours as he gave your lips a very brash and reckless collide with his own. You gasped- hoping that whatever the hell he was doing was as innocent- but judging by the fact he took full advantage of your open mouth suggested it was anything but.

Moments later he found himself pulling away from you, using his arm to wipe off the remaining spit over his lip-- when did he let go of your arm? Why was your hand on his collar?... And when the hell had your eyes closed?

“Thought so...” he said, sounding strangely satisfied with whatever conclusion he had come to. “You’re sweeter.”

[blackkatmagic]

But orochimaru could just snake the drain. ;D

Ansdfnsdkj

[0verhaul]

So I was writing an overhaul fic for a bit of exploration and I said something to the effect of, "He crossed his leg over his knee, baring his ankle scandalously" and I just can't with that fic anymore. 😂 but he'd do it. Because he knows that's one of your favorite things about him. He'd flash you ankle because he cares.

Oh my god, Kai please. I love all parts of you but really? You think showing me a little ankle is going to get you anywhere? >:Uc

I’ll flash my whole leg at him and see what he thinks.

Also I’m not sure if you forgot hit anon but I figured it was you, since you liked all the anons ;u; Thank you so much ♥

[purple-possibilities]

Your wowzaWednesday reblogs are hella fabulous and a public service. 😁💚

Why thank you! It’s my favourite day of the week 😜

Make sure to stop by next Wednesday!

[kokoro4kakashi]

fuckinglovefandoms replied to your post “pissed off. incoming rant. [[MOR] so there’s a tree in the creepy,...”

I have a simple curse that might work if you want. Or a deity that can help if you're open to that.

I don’t practice anything, so I dunno how that’d work. :/ I just wish I did and could curse the fuck outta him.

[makeupandmaggots]

Tagged by @straightouttacybertron, this looks like fun! I’m excited!

Rules: You can only use song titles of one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag some friends

Artist: All Time Low 

What Is Your Gender?: No Idea (Album: Dirty Work)

Fave Mode Of Transportation: Canals (Album: Don’t Panic: It’s Longer Now!)

Your Best Friend: Jasey Rae (Album: Put Up Or Shut Up)

Fave Time Of Day: Six Feet Under The Stars (Album: So Wrongs It’s Right)

If Your Life Was A TV Show: Old Scars/Future Hearts (Album: Future Hearts)

Relationship Status: Oh, Calamity (Album: Don’t Panic: It’s Longer Now!

Your Fear:  Nightmares (Album: Last Young Renegade)

Some mutuals and friends: @emeneska-chan @tinysharkqueen @tinyweebsketchbook @fuckinglovefandoms

This was super cool! Anyone who sees this is personally invited to do it if they’d like.

[zee-cupcakes-personal-blog]

13 (stomach kiss) with Shigaraki? 💚

AAAHHH SHIGARAKI~

Admittedly, I thought this would be harder than it was- but as a result it’s a LOT longer. Just... Warning, I’m rolling with the idea it’s not the HERO!Shiggy, but plain old “Caught these hands” Shiggy. 

You were taking up his couch.

Sure, he knew that you were tired (you probably were even asleep)... And sure, he probably knew you were completely willing to move if he just gave you a moment.

On the other hand, his ring-fingers were bandaged up rendering his quirk ineffective for the time being, he too was tired, and this was HIS couch. You knew what you signed up for when you decided to take a power-nap at 10 pm there.

With the same skill of a teenager dancing around obligations he hopped onto the sofa- his feet between yours before he sat down and shoved your front leg out enough for him to take a seat.

He looked at you disdainfully from behind the ever-present fingers of father as he reached a hand to the nearby side-table to pull his psp from its charger and powered it to life, and in a matter of thirty seconds the bright vibrant sounds of the music game he had been playing blared from the psp’s tiny speakers. Yet... No sign of movement from you...

Huh. You really were tired, weren’t you? 

Eh... Well, you weren’t using your leg for anything good. In a fluid moment he picked your leg up at the calf and slid it over his lap-- not for any sentimental reason. Nooo he was using your leg to lean forward and stare at a positively blinding distance away from his device as he lost himself in a stage he had played at least seven times over before-- though he had never gotten a perfect score, and Tomura was anything if not DETERMINED to max out his percentile.

Five times later and he had all the collectibles and sure enough slid to the final section to be greeted with a congratulatory five-star reading.

Tomura looked up and looked at you, squinting slightly.

... Someone was going to take advantage of you like this. Really, not waking you up was doing you a favor in the long run... It wasn’t like you had a bad habit of sleeping in the common room, but one admonishment from Kurogiri, or one stray dick drawn by Dabi or Twice... One horrible makeup-experiment done by Toga (he shuddered to think)... You’d never sleep in public again. You’d probably even lock your door-- good. That was smartest.

He flexed his fingers idly, not ready to return to the absolutely saccharine-sweet sound-track just yet as he popped his neck with a single head-tilt and stretched out his fingers... Maybe he should just go to bed. Kurogiri had been bothering him more and more about that lately.... Then again... Who was to say that he couldn’t make you regret sleeping on his gaming couch himself? Why’d he leave that sort of thing up to fate?

From beyond father’s presence he snickered as he set his precious game-system down on the side-table and leered closer... When was the last time someone slept on this couch? When was the last time someone -anyone- had slept comfortably around him?... The simple question plagued his mind as the logical answer and the innocent truth hit him... No one had ever done this... And you knew this was his couch, so... Why?

Huh... You must have been tired... Willing to sleep in someone’s place like that. Tired and stupid.

His eyes wandered over you- just to double-check that your chest was rising and falling at an even pace and your eyes were closed. An expression of discomfort riddled your features... Then again, you had looked like this earlier. Maybe you were so tired and you had been forced to sleep on his couch and it bothered you? Hah... That must be it. It was the only explanation.

Come morning you’d apologize, he’d tell you you should have been and nothing would have happened.

The sound of scratching echoed in the room, and it was then he realized he was rubbing his neck again. How annoying... He should just throw your leg off and go to bed himself, leaving you to the cruel fate of--- whatever was in store for you... Oh, wait. He was going to be that cruel fate... But what to do?...

There would be a limit to what he could do- everyone would get mad at him if he did something as bad as Dabi... Maybe he’d scare you so bad you’d never think of even coming near this couch again.... Yeah... Yeah that was good.

He loomed a little closer and stared at you, grinning madly. He knew how horrifying he looked without father. Especially when he was smiling. Tomura let out a conniving chuckle as he leaned forward, and removed father.... Ahh... He’d look just like a yokai like this.

“Hey.” He tried to stir you. “Heyyyy....” this repeated a few more times, each time less and less successfully as your tired state began to sore...

Tomura was no longer smiling. Instead, he let out a singular groan- one familiar to your ears... Familiar enough you muttered: “Shiguraki-sannn...” in your sleep before falling back into slumber.

Now.... Tomura definitely wasn’t smiling. He felt his eye bulge was he quickly surveyed the surroundings. The pair of you were still alone, but now he felt like he could hear nothing over the sound of his pounding heart in his chest as he looked down at you.... Were you... Dreaming of him? Did he dare push his luck and find out?... Maybe you’d not even remember tomorrow- not like he’d just ask you but now the question remained... Did he want to find out?

He furtively looked to his hand and placed it at your hip, his little finger still extended, even though he technically didn’t need to keep it like that. In fact, he removed his ring-finger before touching all four bare fingers against the soft fabric of your shirt. The sensation against his skin left him light-headed for a moment before he resolutely pulled himself from his passing interest. It wasn’t like you were touching skin-to-skin, he thought to himself as he put his other hand on the opposite side of your hip.

Not a peep from you. Maybe he had imagined it... Maybe he had.

No. He needed more data, more statistics... It was like hunting a rare monster- this was just the first sign. He couldn’t abandon his quest now...

His thoughts ran wild for a moment, trying to plan what would be the next best move, what the risks were... finally he rolled his eyes and slid a few fingers under the hem of your shirt. Instant red-warnings played in his mind- he knew he was doing something he shouldn’t have and now he was beginning to grow wary of every little sound around him- especially the little groan of his name that came from your lips.

Abort mission. Abandon the quest. Evacuate all party members. Flee. Flee. FLEE.

His hand had removed itself from your torso moments before you began to shift and he cursed himself for not having given up this silly venture sooner. Now here you were- FINALLY waking up and he was here- stuck in between your legs and-- wait.

No.

In a moment of dumb luck and pure wit he flattened himself out as much as he could and rested his head on your stomach, closing his eyes and pretending so desperately that he had fallen asleep to.

“Mmn... Tomura?” he heard your voice as you shifted to sit up a bit more. He’d not be as lazy as you.

He opened a lazy eye and glared at you. “... You were on my couch.” Tomura watched you snort as he pulled his arms around his head. “You made your bed, now you have to lie in it...” he uttered. “Take some fucking responsibility and don’t be a brat.”

With his face buried in the crook of his elbows he couldn’t watch your reaction- he only knew you leaned back and resumed your sleeping position again. Moments later you were snoring once more.... But oddly Tomura had no motive to move... Fatigue was at maximum- but at least he was... Sharing fatigue with someone else. Would you two get a bonus tomorrow for something like this?

He had no idea. What he did know is that moments before he fell asleep he looked up at you again, just to make sure you weren’t... Faking and it felt really nice that you weren’t. If he could only hope you would be this calm tomorrow when you woke... He doubted it, but he hoped...

His eyes started to flutter shut as he nuzzled your belly a little more and gave your tummy a quick kiss. For good luck, of course.

[sufferthesea]

Clank, I am utterly shocked that your main is @fuckinglovefandoms. I feel like my eyes have been opened. Everything makes sense. I know the meaning to life. 

Also, MY 3 GUESSES WERE NEJI, OBITO AND BOBBY FLAY I’M CRYING. 

[l3ambina]

And I will love you no matter what. 💚 no matter who else loves you, or who doesn't.

this is so gay ;~; 💕💕

The same goes for you dear, always uwu