#i get grumpy seeing people in the kitchen when im doing something in the kitchen

[stargazingpsychotic]

Been so brave today and it is the morning, I should be allowed to sleep for the rest of the day now

[rzyraffek]

Slashers with housewife s/o

(She/her)(swf) I was writing it for hour and it didnt save tnere is a lot of dialogue this color is slasher talking and this one is s/o. Its mostly written for fun Request open

Thomas Hewitt

P r o t e c t

He is triple cousious with his victims now! He would not forgive himself if one of them hurt her! And I dont thinl s/o likes gore so dont go near basement hon pls

*tommy vibing outside* "Uhhh Tommy? Theres some guy in livingroom" 🤨😨

Even tho she is hausewife he is hausehusband so yall Just vibe while cooking and cleaning

The Micheal Myers

"Micheal make sure to wear something under this jumpsuit, its cold outside!"

S/o getting him a phone and texting him every second he's out

Please Micheal stop killing people in our livingroom, this carpet costs more that my kidney

Once he gave her a knife he stole from some girl that tried to Defend herself

I can imagine s/o texting him stuff like "at 5pm u better be home, i made your favorite food" he will speedrun to home, he loves food

Collector

*phone rings at 3am* "Honey why you calling me, im at work?" "ASA THERE IS HUGE SPOODER IN BATHROOM HELP I CANT PEE" "omygod not again"

Due to s/o being often home alone (he is busy man) she will probably find some sort of hobby?(obviolusly) I can see her learning how to do crocheting. LIKE IMAGINE: "Asa i made you this cute sweater Look!" (There are to ways he will answer that) option1: "yeaah thanks that suuuper cute will wear it for sure"(never wears it) option 2: "what kind of abomination is that"(will wear it at work)

Bonus points if the oomgomgomg IF SHE MAKES SWEATER WITH MOTHS ON IT OR COCKROACHES (you know the funny gif with spining cockroach?yep this one) HE WILL LOVE IT(secretly) He would love to wear it to work but Hes afraid of destorying it (No, because imagine Arkin living in hell and the guy that tortures him for months just cames in cute sweater with cockroaches on it)

Yaujta

"??? Mate u mean u want to stay here and take care of nest while I go out??? I mean sure? Eem take care??" Confused af, like in his culutre both partners Hunt and tbh theres non long lasting relationships, only to make babis so it is weird.

He wants her to stay by his side 24/7 so he will be grumpy

But idea of her making amazing food while he is out just for him is too good to pass

Especally if its made of foods that he hunt, brings him pride

Imagine learning him how to use fork "nono honey u grab it like that and stab the food. Nono gently nonoo oh noo *break plate* "why use that when im litteraly apex predator hon imma-*eats whole plate of food with plate*

Billy lenz

F o o d

He loves food she makes

She hangs out in house so its win-win.

He will hug her alot and try to take her attencion from whatever she does to him!!

"Billy go help me chop carrorts for dinner!" *billy speedruning from upstairs* "🥺whar are carrots?"

Brahms Heelshie

"Mmm :) " "Brahms stop staring at me and help me clean kitchen' "yes honey :("

He does not rule in this relationship

He may act intimitading but He is just a shy bean

He does not know how to food, he will try to eat uncooked potato while shes not looking mmm forbiden apples

Hush man

Hes into that, prefers his wife to be like that

He loves picking her up and runinning arond hause

No matter how long yall are into relaionship he will be nervous before any dinner u eat together or be so happy everytime he sees her after he comesback home

Found it in my drafts!

[ughgoaway]

we went to winter wonderland // day 2

content warnings; swearing maybe? I think that's it??

a/n; day 2!!! I have only been to Winter Wonderland like once, so if this is inaccurate... oops! but I did have a good time despite it being a bit shit, which is how I felt writing this fic too lol. also I did use a quote in here I saw online, but I can not for the life of me find who wrote it, as soon as I do, I will edit this and credit them!!! <3

word count; 2k

(this fic takes place pre-relationship)

12 days masterlist

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“Alexa! Play Daddy's song!!” Matty hears his daughter shouting at the Alexa from the kitchen. He smirks to himself once he understands what she means.

Matty was careful what songs he showed Annie, knowing she was at the age of endless questions, and he didn't exactly feel like explaining the intricacies of some of his songs. 

But last week, Matty had to run into a meeting and left Annie in the studio with Ross and George. As they sat there and planned the setlist, any time Annie heard the title of a song she didn't know, she would pipe up and say, “What does that one sound like?” and either George or Ross would play a small bit of the song. When Me and You Together song was brought up, they thought it was about as harmless as 75 songs can get, so they played the whole song for her.

They watched her eyes light up as the song played, and by the end, she was dancing around the room with them both and singing along, but once it stopped, she asked for it again. And again. And again. Now it was a week later, and Matty was sick of the sound of his own voice, which is not something he thought was possible.

As Matty strolls into the front room to see Annie looking grumpy at the Alexa for not understanding her request, he scoops her up and sits on the sofa with her on his lap. She shrieks as he picks her up and crosses her arms over her chest once she's sat down. 

“Annie, sweetheart, im so glad you like my song, but im not sure we need to listen to it again,” Matty says gently, trying not to upset his daughter. Annie huffs in his lap and immediately pouts, and it almost breaks him. But he manages to stay strong. 

“Why don't we do something else instead, hmm? You could show me some of your new toys? We can even play Barbies if you like?” Matty says, trying to bargain with Annie. He wasn't very good at the whole discipline side of parenting. But how could he be when Annie gives him those puppy dog eyes and a shaky bottom lip?

But before either of those comes out, her face lights up with an idea, and Matty knows that doesn't bode well. “Okay, we can stop listening to my most favourite song if we can go to Winter Wonderland like it says!!” Annie says, stressing most favourite in an attempt to guilt trip her dad, and it works.

They had gone to Winter Wonderland last year, and Annie had the time of her life. Some of the kiddy rides made Matty feel his age though, and after a 3rd go on the teacups, he had to sit stationary for a good 15 minutes. Despite that, that day was one of Matty's favourite days with Annie, seeing her face brighten at the rides and all the people, watching her sit on Santa's lap and ask him for a new dog, “my doggy mayhem needs a friend!!” but nothing compared to their trip on the Ferris wheel. 

Watching the skyline of London reflect in her eyes was a sight Matty would never forget, her giddiness as she tried to spot their house (she insisted she found it, and who is Matty to disagree?) and the different colours of light slide over her ecstatic face. The purple and pink lights shining in her wide eyes as she stared at the people below giggling was the highlight of his Christmas. 

Annie sat on his lap as they went down on the wheel, and before they even reached the bottom, she was fast asleep in his arms. Watching her eyes flutter on the train home made Matty's heart swell in a new way. He didn't think he could love something this much.

So when she asked, Matty couldn't help but nod his head and get attacked with hugs and squeals.

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The sun had gone down about 20 minutes ago, and Annie was determined it was now time to go on the Ferris wheel, “I need to see all the pretty lights, Daddy!” she says, dragging Matty over to the queue.

Matty laughed and followed behind her. A giant stuffed bear obstructed his view slightly, but he blindly trusted Annie's directions. After a long day of rides and fairground games, Matty wouldn't mind a gentle spin around the Ferris wheel.

Little did he know you were thinking the exact same thing, only a few people ahead of him in the queue. 

You hadn't planned to go to Winter Wonderland that day, not even thinking about it before you were in central London. But on the tube, you saw a poster and suddenly felt drawn to it. The hustle and bustle of people and the decorations were sure to make you feel a bit less shit. 

You couldn't go to Christmas at home this year, not being able to travel due to severe weather warnings, so you went up to your mum's house a few weeks before for an early Christmas dinner. It sounded like a good idea at the time, but how wrong you were.

The whole family was invited, and you were inundated with questions about a significant other, “Oh do you have a boyfriend yet love?”

And then, having to cope with the sad eyes and the pity after you say no, “Oh don't worry, sweetheart. It'll happen for you eventually.” 

They all said the same thing, pity followed by an attempted set-up, “Actually… if you're still single, there's a lovely young man I work with that would be perfect for you!” 

And thus the spiel began, describing a man who you're sure is nice enough but definitely wasn't perfect for you. Even if he was, you couldn't date right now anyway. You were well and truly stuck on Matty.

You can't think of anyone else. Your head is full of him. Your heart is full of him. You think of him when you wake up, what he's doing right now. Whether he's making breakfast for Annie, or maybe if he's at the studio already. Throughout the day, small things remind you of him. The guitar that sits in the corner of your room, an abandoned attempt at a hobby, now sat as nothing but a reminder of the man you were violently in love with. You turned on the radio each day to distract yourself, but now something as basic as music has you yearning for him. One day, as you were getting ready to go out, one of his songs came on, and you froze on the spot. You didn't end up going out that day. You stayed home and ached over a man who you could never have. 

The worst time was at night. You lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the ticking of the clock teasing you. Reminding you that each minute you don't sleep translates to an hour of grumpiness tomorrow morning. But you couldn't help it. Your mind was swimming in him. You thought of lying in bed together, chatting, and giggling. And falling asleep in his arms. You'd be able to listen to his heartbeat rather than the tick tok of that fucking clock.

So you lie, you say to your aunts, “Oh I don't need romance! Im perfectly happy.” But you say you don't need love like a woman on a diet says she doesn't want dessert, you long for it but you don't think you deserve it. 

To try and distract yourself, you dragged yourself out of bed and into central London. The poster convinced you, and soon enough, you were standing in front of Hyde Park with a ticket booked. 

For a solo adult, you had a pretty fun day, going around to all the stalls and buying unnecessary treats for you and your loved ones. You ate some overpriced food and went on a few rides. But you were waiting until the sun had set for your favourite activity, the Ferris wheel. 

You get loaded onto a carriage, and you hear the ride operator ushering more people on saying, “There's only one in here so you two can join her, okay?” You keep focused on the view outside, not too worried about who you're going to be spending the trip around with.

That was until the door shut, and you heard a breathy voice say, “Hi.” 

Why do you recognise that voice? Oh- OH. you turn, and you're met with the same pair of eyes that run through your mind all night, the same eyes that seem to follow you wherever you go.

A few hard blinks later, you assure yourself you're not dreaming, that is Matty Healy standing in front of you with a bear almost the same size as his daughter.

Speaking of his daughter, you catch her in your arms moments later, Annie had thrown herself in to hug you; clearly over the moon with your presence.

“Well hi guys!” You say, somehow managing to keep your voice even, “So nice to see you both” Your eyes flick from Annie's up to Matty, who simply nods, dumbfounded. 

You make a slightly awkward conversation with the two of them, both you and Matty reeling from the surprise encounter. But Annie wasn't phased, easily recounting her whole day to you and laughing when she detailed how ill Matty got on the teacups. 

“In my defence,” Matty says, already smiling at your poorly suppressed giggles, “they spin really fast, okay! Im getting too old for teacups,” he says with a flick of his hand.

Just as you say, “No!” Annie says, “Yes! Too olddddd” dragging out the last letter. All of you burst out laughing, Matty gives Annie a pinch and calls her cheeky.

Once you reached the top, you, Matty, and Annie all quieted down and stared out at the view, all immersed in the London skyline sparkling back at you. Annie stood below you with her face pressed into the window as you and Matty had a quiet conversation. 

“I always wait until it's dark to come up here, I love the lights too much to come up during the day” you whisper to Matty.

You don't turn your head to face him until the silence is too much, and you almost jump when you see him already looking at you. 

But all Matty wanted to do was look at you. The way the lights glittered in your eyes, your smile as they flicked over the view. The way you squinted and leaned in closer, trying to figure out what landmark you were looking at. He especially loved the way your hand was subconsciously stroking Annie's back the whole time. 

He felt like a real fucking family. And god, it hurt. 

Nevertheless, he couldn't stop staring at you, willing to endure any pain if it meant he could continue living in this delusion he had created. 

Any beautiful view was lost on the two of you now, just staring at each other with dopey smiles on your faces. Tracing each feature with your eyes, desperate to memorise this. To live it over and over again. 

Annie tugged at her dad's leg, and that finally pulled his attention back. You were nearly at the bottom of the wheel, and Annie's eyes were heavy with sleep. She rubbed at her face with closed fists and then stuck her arms up. Matty immediately scooped her up and held her close, letting her eyes shut and resting her head on his shoulder. She was falling asleep in a matter of seconds.

Neither of you spoke on the small remainder of the journey, not wanting to wake her up. But as he walked off trying to balance both Annie and the bear, Matty gave you a small smile and a wave. You did the same and walked in the opposite direction.

That night, it wasn't just you staring at your ceiling. Matty was up until 3 am watching the moonlight dance and fantasising about the life he had for 10 minutes. A life with you.

[vodika-vibes]

😌 idk if my first request for a fox x reader went through but i’ve been reading a lot (ofc whats new) and uh uh I found I really love fics with CX-2 (Clone Assassin) aND SO, to my favorite SW writer I ask;

How bout a soulmate au with CX-2 (?) Could be a bit of angst with a happy ending, and everyone is just wondering how reader could be with him after all the things he’s done (uh im getting sunshine!reader x grumpy character vibes)

dont have to write this! i just would love to see some more cx-2 fics after reading one just now lol also im down the rabbit hole again that its cx-2!tech whose been reconditioned, do what you feel is best but i just love that theory bc I’m a firm believer too that tech never died 😌

Protective

Summary: For a long time, your parents feared that you didn’t have a soulmate. Until, one morning, you woke up and found a wild dog curled up next to you on your bed. You named him Noir, and the people around you quickly learned that he was fiercely protective of you. However, after Noir kills an Imperial Officer after he threatens, you have no choice but to go on the run.

Pairing: CX-2 x F!Reader, background Tech x Phee

Word Count: 2799

Warnings: None

Prompt: Soulmate AU - soulmates have spirit animals representing each other.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So I wasn't able to get the angst to work, largely because I wasn't in an angsty mood. Also, as much as I love the CX-2 being Tech idea, I had a different idea for this fic, so I hope you like it!

“What d’ya have there, Noir?” You ask as you return to the small hut that has been your home for the last three months and crouch in front of your oldest companion.

Noir’s tail wags rapidly as he nudges something in your direction.

You gently rub his head, then carefully pick up his offering, “Oh, it’s a fish. Did you find dinner for us, pal?”

Noir releases a happy yip, and you laugh softly, “Good job, Noir.” You stand and carry the fish over to the rough kitchen to divvy up the portions. Most of the fish will go to Noir, while you’ll prepare your portion with some seasoning that the Wookies traded with you.

Three months ago, Noir slaughtered an Imperial Officer who threatened your life. You’ve always known that he is fiercely protective of you, and you knew that there was a chance that he would kill again if you were threatened.

The first time it happened you had still been a child. Your uncle tried to kidnap you, and Noir reacted violently. 

That time, the authorities just nodded and said it made sense, that your uncle had bad intentions. Neither you, nor Noir, were punished for the death of your uncle.

The Empire is much less understanding.

You had no choice but to take Noir and flee from Coruscant.

The pair of you bounced from planet to planet for several months and then were offered a safe house on Kashyyyk, in the Shadowlands far below the treetop homes of the Wookie people.

It’s not easy.

You are, at your heart, a city girl. Hunting and survival skills do not come naturally to you. Luckily, you have Noir. He really is the greatest equalizer.

If not for him, you’d have died several times since you moved into the small hut.

The biggest downside to this whole situation is the knowledge that you’re not likely to ever meet your soul mate.

Well, unless your soulmate is a Wookie, you suppose.

Carefully, you fillet the fish on your cutting board and toss the large majority into Noir’s bowl, the rest is set in a bowl of marinade and shoved into the fridge. 

At least you have electricity. 

Sure, you don’t have a holo, but you do have a radio that allows you to keep up to date on the current events, and, much more importantly, listen to books while you fight to keep the Shadowlands from reclaiming the hut.

You’re about to flip the radio on, when Noir releases a low growl.

A growl low enough that your hair stands on end.

You turn your gaze to Noir and see that his ears are flat against his head and his teeth are bared. Spooked, you reach for your belt and grab your blaster, and then you nudge the door open.

Noir slinks out of the hut and, cautiously, you follow him.

The forest is silent. Eerily silent. 

You scan the forest around you, not that you expect to be able to see or hear anything. It’s enough that Noir is still growling as though he’s on the verge of attacking.

There’s a rustle in a bush, and you lift your blaster, only to lower it as a small, curious-looking creature ambles out. It’s red, black, and white, and you’d almost think it was a raccoon if not for the colors.

Noir is still growling like there’s a threat, but he’s ignoring the small creature, which is still ambling towards you. It stops at your feet and raises on its hind legs, and you crouch to get a better look at it.

When Noir first appeared in your bedroom all those years ago, no one was sure what kind of animal he was. Not even the zoologists at the local university were able to determine a species.

So you spent a lot of time as a child flipping through various animal encyclopedias. And, while you’d never claim that you had a perfect memory, this little creature does look familiar.

“You’re a Red Panda, aren’t you?” You murmur as you lightly stroke the soft fur on top of her head, “Your kind isn’t native to Kashyyyk, how did you get here?” What’s more is that she’s soft, as though someone’s been taking care of her, though based on the scarring around her ankles, she’s been chained up a lot. “Are you someone’s pet?”

The red panda climbs into your arms and promptly falls asleep, nuzzling her face into your neck. “Well, you’ve clearly been socialized. Maybe I can do something about the scarring.”

Your head snaps up as there’s more rustling and Noir’s growl lowers.

Five Stormtroopers stumble into the clearing, “There it is!” One of them says as he points at the Red Panda in your arms, “Get it!”

You stumble backward as they lift their blasters and Noir launches himself at the Stormtroopers. 

You’ve always known that Noir was quick. Quick and with a strong bite, but the last time you’ve seen him move this quickly was when you were a child. He manages to kill three of the Stormtroopers before they recognize that he’s a threat.

The fourth and fifth, however, turn their blasters on him.

And, for a moment, you think that you’re going to watch Noir die. 

You only think that for a moment, as another man emerges from the forest. He’s clad in black armor, much unlike the stark white armor of the Stormtroopers. And you watch as he uses a blade to kill one of the Stormtroopers from behind. 

You watch as he and Noir work in concert to kill the last of the Stormtroopers.

And then you watch as Noir jumps up on the man, his tail wagging faster than you’ve ever seen before. The armored man seems surprised at how friendly Noir is, and, to be honest, you are too.

He’s so friendly with the armored man, in fact, that you can’t help but think that Noir is the representation of said armored man.

“Noir,” You say, drawing the attention of both the wild dog and the armored man, “His name is Noir.”

It’s kind of hard to read him, seeing as he’s wearing a helmet, but you’re pretty sure that he’s staring at you. “Ka’ra.” He gestures to the red panda in your arms, “She’s been a prisoner her whole life.”

“That explains the scarring,” You walk over to him and pass him his spirit animal, a small smile crossing your face as Noir drops to his paws and bounces around you. “I have some medical stuff, to wrap her scars if you want.”

He’s quiet for a long time, and then nods once, “I’d appreciate that.”

You lead him into the hut, and motion for him to take a seat anywhere while you dig around for the first aid kit.

Once you find it, you set it on the table and open it to dig through what you have left. “You know, you don’t have to leave your helmet on.” You note lightly, “This is a pretty safe place.”

The man hesitates for a moment, then he nods once and reaches up to pull off his helmet. 

You’re genuinely surprised to see that he’s a clone. He looks like every other clone you’ve ever seen, dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin…though he does have some nasty scarring along the side of his face.

He’s handsome, you decide as you focus back on your medkit. He kind of looks like Noir, if you squint.

Though, now you have to wonder if you look like his Ka’ra.

“Ah, here we go!” You pull several rolls of bandages from the bottom of the kit and some scar powder. “If I remember correctly, this needs to be added to water, and then the bandages need to soak in it for a bit before we apply them—” You mumble under your breath as you flip the bottle and squint at the instructions.

“What’s your name?” The man asks.

You glance at him and introduce yourself absently, before you squint at the directions again, “What’s yours?”

“...CX-2.”

You pause, “Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve never actually met another person with a soul animal before.”

“It’s rare, then?”

“One of the rarest soul bonds.” You agree, “The only one that’s more rare is the teleportation one.” You stand to grab a clean bowl and fill it with water before placing it on the table.

“I have a brother with the teleportation soul bond. He vanished one day, never saw him again.” CX replies as he watches you.

“Well, there are a lot of you.” You reply as you add some of the powder to the water and stir it in.

He doesn’t answer for a moment, “What is a human doing on Kashyyyk?”

“Ah…well.” You pause, “Noir killed an Imperial Officer who threatened me.”

CX stares at you for a long time, and then his lips curl up into an amused smile, “Good.”

You shoot him a puzzled look.

“He’s as protective of you as I would be.”

“Yeah, well…he is representative of you, right?” You reply with a small shrug.

“I didn’t expect you to be so calm about it,” CX notes, “You do realize that I’m an assassin, right?”

You start unrolling a roll of bandages, “When I was about eleven years old,” You say quietly, “My uncle tried to kidnap me from my bedroom. Noir,” You nod at the wild dog who is gnawing on a bone, “ripped his throat out before he got me out of the living room.” You look at him, “Why should I be afraid of you?”

CX looks startled for a moment, and then a quiet laugh falls from his lips, “I suppose you have good reason to not be afraid.”

You shrug, “I would prefer it if you didn’t assassinate people anymore, but I’d also prefer to not live in a hut on Kashyyyk, so—” You shrug again, and finally drop the bandages into the water.

“What would you have me do instead?”

“Mm, you can join the Rebellion?”

“Ick.”

A laugh falls from you, “I mean when the Republic was still standing, I never had to worry about Republic Officers threatening me. Within a month of the Republic turning into an Empire, I was threatened by an Imperial Officer.”

“...I suppose that it fair.”

“I’m not going to make you do anything,” You say lightly, “We can stay here if you prefer.”

“We?”

“Well, I assume that you want to stay with me?”

CX gazes at you silently, “I want you safe. So staying does make the most sense.”

You meet his gaze evenly, “I’ll definitely be safer with you, compared to away from you.” You agree.

CX is silent for a long moment, “Mandalore.”

“Beg pardon?”

“There’s a group of former Commandos who have a compound on Mandalore. They’re housing clones and their families.” He explains, “We’ll be safe there.”

“How do you know that?”

“All of the Clones know it.” He says, “Well, save for Alpha Prime, I suppose.”

“How are we supposed to get there?” You ask with a tilt of your head.

“I have a ship.”

You grin at him, and then pull the bandages out of the water, “I think it’s a great idea.”

It takes three weeks for you and CX to get to Mandalore, and it takes even longer for CX to prove that he’s not an active threat to his brothers. You’re not able to help with that, but watching him interact with you does a lot to earn him some goodwill.

You like your new home, it’s not Coruscant, but there is plenty of room for Noir to run around and get spoiled, and he does get spoiled. Not quite as much as CX’s Ka’ra, but pretty close. 

Surprisingly, CX is somewhat clingy. When he’s in the same area as you, his arms are around you, or his hand is in yours. You kind of have the feeling that he’s a little touch starved, so you don’t mind it.

On this particular day, you’re lounging in the sun, watching Noir and Ka’ra play together, while CX is sparring with Ordo (only the Nulls aren’t hesitant about sparring with CX, which is sad, but understandable).

You enjoy watching him spar largely because he tends to spar shirtless.

You’re allowed to be a simple woman when it comes to your soulmate, right?

“Watching them again?” A familiar voice pulls you out of your musing, and you tilt your head back to look up at the familiar man approaching you. “You could join them.”

“Hardly, if Ordo so much as scratched me, both Noir and CX would rip him to shreds.” You pat the ground next to you, “Have a seat, Tech. No need to hover.”

“He still wishes to be called CX?” Tech asks as he sinks to the ground next to you.

“It’s his choice.” You reply easily, “How was your physical therapy?”

“Painful,” Tech replies, matter-of-factly, “However, my healer believes that I am getting to the point where I will no longer need to see them.”

“That’s something. Are you thinking of reaching out to your brothers? Or your soulmate?”

“I am…unsure.”

“Oh?”

“I died.” He says bluntly, wincing as CX manages to flip Ordo onto his back, “I died, and my soul bond is weaker than it was before.”

“I assume your doctor has an opinion on that.”

“Of course. He says that I just need to reach out to Phee.”

“Why haven’t you?”

Tech anxiously adjusts his glasses, “What if she has found someone else?”

“Do you really think that she would?”

“...she is a beautiful and clever woman. Any man would be lucky to have her—” Tech starts.

“You’re borrowing trouble, Tech. You need to call her.”

Tech opens his mouth to reply but stops as CX jogs over.

You smile up at him adoringly, and offer him his water bottle, “Having fun, love?”

He smirks, “Ordo is bitching because I managed to flip him. So we’re having a round two.”

“Of course you are.”

He flashes a tiny grin at you and crouches so he’s able to kiss you quickly before he jogs back over to the sparring ring. His training was so different from his brothers, you can tell based on the scars covering his body, and based on the fact that he’s not quite as solid as Ordo and the other Nulls.

Not that any of that matters to you.

You love him as he is.

“It does not make sense to me how someone as kind as you ended up with someone like him,” Tech admits, “He intimidates everyone, and lashes out when pushed.”

“I’ve never been afraid of him.” You reply with a small grin, “Even when he killed someone in front of me, even when he loses his temper.”

Tech shakes his head, “I believe I understand.”

You tilt your head curiously.

“You are just as insane as he is.”

You aren’t able to help that laughter that bursts from your lips, “I suppose,” You say through your giggles, “that’s one way to view it.”

Tech flashes a crooked smile at you, and then gets back to his feet, “I am going to go send Phee a message, and hope that she forgives me. Enjoy your ogling.”

You fling a handful of grass at him but don’t deny his accusations. 

The spar ends an hour later after it gets too hot for them to continue, and CX makes his way to your side, dropping onto the ground next to you. Immediately his arms slide around your waist and he presses his face against your neck.

“Did you have fun?” You ask as you card your fingers through his curls. 

He hums in response, his arms tightening around you, “I’m glad that you don’t mind coming to these.”

“I enjoy watching you spar.”

He pulls his face away from your neck, “You enjoy watching me do anything.” 

“You are ridiculously handsome.” You shift in his grip slightly so you’re able to press your hands against his cheeks, “I’m a lucky lady.”

“Mm, is that right?” CX asks as he leans in and presses his forehead against yours.

“You’re all sweaty,” You whisper to him. 

“So maybe we should go home,” He offers with an arched brow, “You can wash my hair for me.”

A giggle falls from your lips, “Deal.”

CX grins at you, and crashes his lips against yours, knocking you back onto the grass.

Everything isn’t perfect, CX still needs gene therapy to remove the enhanced aging, not to mention regular therapy to help deal with all of his issues. But so long as you’re together, everything will be fine.

You won’t allow for anything else.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Happy 4th of July Amber 🇺🇸🍑

Happy Steve day as well ❤️❤️❤️

Not me thinking about Little one baking something for our Alpha Steve for his birthday and surprising him with a small party cause he deserves all the love ❤️

Also not me thinking about Little One teasing Steve with how she’s having a crush on Dean Winchester from supernatural because she’s watching the reruns of the show and she’s singing praises of Dean’s green eyes and he made her laugh annoying his brother. 😂😂😂

Also not me thinking about the places Steve would take her on vacations. Probably their first time flying in a commercial flight as a couple and stewardess trying to flirt with Steve.

Much love ❤️ Amber

Happy Independence Day and Steve Day (Im sorry for being SO LATE with this.)

What do you think Little One would bake for Steve? His birthday being the beginning of July... How about a sweet cherry pie? All while she is humming Warrant's Cherry Pie to him while settling in his lap with a slice of pie to share? How long do they tease one another till one breaks and ditches the pie? Or maybe strawberry shortcake? With lots of dollops of whipped cream that makes for sweet nipping kisses and nuzzling with one another while watching fireworks on the lakes beach, surrounded by their pack? Maybe a good blueberry cobbler, the kitchen a little bit chaotic mess of flour and sugar, Steve sitting at the counter to take samples as Little One tests out Wanda's recipe, adding in lemon and honey to really bring it all together?

At the end of the day, the whole pack gets together for a summertime beach party, ending it with a big bonfire and marshmallows. (because the pups begged for smores and the adults are happy to oblige) Steve hugging his mate close and just soaking in all the happiness him and the Alpha is feeling among their family.

Hahaha, yes! biggest crush ever and it makes Steve a little grumpy sometimes. When she is ooh and ahh over those green eyes and he pins his mate against the cough, his own eyes a fiercly intense blue as he is studying his mate, Little One smirks at him, because he fell so easily into her trap. Her hands coming up to cup his face and push her fingers into his hair to pull him closer, her lips brushing against his. "Gotcha Alpha."

And other times he teases her with it, purposely putting it on the tv or playing the music on the speakers. Saying some of Dean's catch phrases to get her giggling about it. Perfect that they have Sam in the pack. He rolls his eyes at the two of them when "Sammy" gets shouted at him.

The first time is to give Little One the experience. It was her wish, to get to do all the things she never was able to do before. Steve assured her that Tony would let them take his jet, but she wanted the real deal. Chaos of the airport and everything. So Steve pulled it all together, with her help. After all this honeymoon like trip was to be for both of them, so they had to pick the destination.

And Little One was having the time of her life with the hustle of the airport, Steve escorting her with his arm over her shoulder, tucked into his side. The Alpha's way of keeping his Little Wolf close from any possible threats like runaway luggage, but he wont tell her that. It wasn't till they were on the plane that she started getting growly.

And Steve couldnt figure out why.

"You dont see what shes doing, do you?" You huff and Steve shakes his head. "Shes trying to flirt with you, had eyes on you from the second you came into this section." (This section being economy,because you wanted the actual experience, Steve already planned on first class on the ride home. Their was entirely to many people crowding around the two of you)

"Ah." A little smirk played on his lips as he dipped his head close to yours, catching your gaze. "Little One, she can look all she wants, but I belong to just you." His fingers caught your chin, drawing you into a kiss, keeping it more on the affectionate side for now. "But I can see this is distressing you. What should we do to fix this."

You pop your shoulder in answer and Steve shifts to look over his shoulder, scanning the plane and his grin gets wider. You swear you can see the wheels turning in his head, the Alpha suddenly turning smug while the Little Wolf is just as lost as you are. He shifts out of his seat, taking your hand and pulling you along with him down the aisle.

"Their is nowhere to go Steve." You whisper loudly, glancing over your shoulder to see if anyone was paying attention.

"Wrong Little One." He ducks you two into the stewardess station of the plane, him tugging the curtain closed and pulling you into him with an excited whisper. "You better stake your claim Little One, and be quick before they catch us."

Thank you babes for letting me revisit Alpha Steve and Little One with you! I hope you're doing good and ALL THE LOVE SENT YOUR WAY.

[stints-lounge]

OMG PLEASE COULD U WRITE SOME CUTIE LITTLE HEADCANONS FOR KUROU PLEASE IM A FEILD FOR THIS LITTLE DEMON

OH BOY THE LIL RED GUY, if he asks i didn't say that... (he's so grumpy but he has my whole heart frrr so hyped for the new game.)

ANYHOW!!!

General Headcanons:

As we see from his beloved car, when he cares about something, he cares A LOT. Like A LOT. (no... no pun intended on that, I swear.. iykyk.) but when he cares about people I'm sure there's a more passionate side to his caring, sure it can be intense, but he means well.

DESPITE this, he will never admit that if asked.

I also feel many people don't get along with him for how blunt and forward he is. like, bro is SO brutally honest it can hurt, but you know he's right.

We all know he is wildly stubborn though, I don't think he really knows when to back down. Leading me to believe he may struggle with social cues and that of the such, not actually knowing when he takes it too far unless outright told.

Cutie Little Headcanons:

To take it back to the caring part, when he actually comes to care about someone romantically, I feel he worries more than he lets on. Like, yea, you're tough, you're strong, but there's a little voice in the back of his head that tries to convince him something will happen to you. He won't be obsessive about it to the point of toxicity, but call him while you're out, even if he seems pissed off or doesn't talk much. It does comfort him.

on that note, he is the type of dude hand on your thigh while driving. Tell me I'm wrong. TELL ME I'M WRONG.

But I also feel Kurou is less of a talker, more of a listener, so if you're more of a ranter in relationships it really evens it out. He usually gets annoyed sometimes when others rant to him on a more irritable day but from you? Very calming. Trust me he doesn't get why either.

He is also the type to come downstairs in the morning, see you standing in the kitchen and, if no one's there, drowsily hug you from behind. Comment on it, and he'll just tell you to shut up though.

He won't initiate physical touch that often, though, so relish in it!

When y'all are first friends, he typically throws snide comments and huffs a lot in annoyance when you'd speak. By the time y'all are together, and he actually comes to care, it's like he doesn't know how to huff anymore. Or how to be a bitch... it's strange quite frankly, but he will jokingly insult you for sure, you aren't saved entirely.

I could also see him playing with his rings when he's more nervous and anxious though, and honestly, when he is, he looks slightly adorable, but that's more for the fact he doesn't look pissed for once.

Hopefully the headcanons are to your desire, and thank you for sending in an ask! Was so fun to do these in between doing some good ol' art.

[stormyoceans]

oh i love the headcanon that when they separated both puen and talay are fine. yeah they are totally fine and chill but puen's very grumpy and his manager wish he was far away from where they have shooting and talay calls all his friends with wide smile and says something like hey I'm a free man until next week let's gather. and he drinks whole bottle of wine and strokes his phone's wallpaper (which is puen's photo). then he just gets up from the table and goes outside where the full moon is visible and he dials puen's number. puen just got out of shower and was going to write something sweet and annoying to talay to wish him goodnight. of course he happily picks up the phone and listens for half an hour talay's drunk mumbling. where are you. why am i the only one who's doing the dishes I'm tired. i want you to hold me while we sleep. i want to bite that place on your inner thigh and listen how it makes you moan. i want to take a bath together. i want you to make me breakfast. come pick me up I'm sleepy. one of his friends takes the phone away from him and takes him home. the next morning talay wakes up to the smells coming from kitchen and he smiles widely and when he checks it's gyo making breakfast for both of them and there's 15 messages from puen on his phone. he eats his breakfast and reads the messages slowly and life is good again

WHEN I FIRST READ THIS I HAD TO GO TAKE WHAT I THOUGHT WAS GONNA BE JUST A QUICK TRIP TO THE WOODS TO HOWL AT THE MOON A LITTLE BUT JOKE'S ON ME BECAUSE IM STILL THERE WAILING AND LYING ON THE GROUND AND WISHING TO BECOME ONE WITH THE EARTH

im just !!!!!!!!!! SO FOND of that headcanon AND YOU MADE IT SO MUCH BETTER!!!!!!!! i just really love the idea that they CAN function without each other, that they can work and go out with friends and enjoy their hobbies even if they're not together, but that at the same time being apart makes them fully aware of how much better their life is with each other in it: puen doesn't smile nearly as much when talay isn't around and even if he does stea-- i mean, borrow one of talay's shirt to wear to bed, he has a hard time sleeping without talay next to him, while talay often overworks himself without puen coaxing him away from it and the food just doesn't seem to taste as good when talay isn't sharing it with him

and the way i can just PICTURE IT SO WELL, talay getting ready to spend a fun night out with his friends but turning a bit morose the more he drinks and then picking up his phone to check the hour and puen's image smiles back at him and suddenly talay just misses him SO MUCH he has to hear his voice, he NEEDS to. when puen picks up at the other end of the line it settles something deep inside talay's heart, an emptiness he didn't realize he was feeling: it reminds him that, despite the distance, they're still looking at the same moon

and when talay starts talking it honestly takes everything in puen not to just drop everything and go pick talay up as talay's asking him to, not to go hold him and kiss him and bite him back on that spot just under his ear that makes talay's entire body shiver. but he has work and responsibilities and people who are counting on him, so when gyo's voice replaces talay's one on the phone he just asks her to take care of talay and make sure he gets home safe. it still doesn't stop him from sending talay a string of texts with all the things he wanted to say to talay and wants him to remember: the bed feels cold without you. so many people and yet no one is as beautiful and bright as you are. i want to see your smile. i miss your smell. i love you.

and i like to think that at some point pang travels back as well and she's there for puen like gyo is there for talay (and they're there for each other when both puen and talay become insufferable): the next day she treats puen to some brunch between one press conference and another and while she talks about wanting to open her own acting agency puen's phone vibrates with an incoming message from talay. yeah, life is good after all

[kits-ships]

(i know this if from a queued ask games so feel free to answer whenever!) fried egg jellyfish + lion's mane jellyfish + moon jellyfish?

hii anon thank you so much for the ask!! im answering for the doctor AND the master bc its my blog and i make the rules!!

[FRIED EGG JELLYFISH] ~ How does it go when you and your F/O try to cook together?

I think the Doctor would be so helpful in the kitchen tbh. He'd love watching Olive happily fry things or search for utensils and, ofc, he'd help her reach anything that's too high for her to reach. I think he might want to help out when it comes to cutting/chopping ingredients though because Olive is both mortal and clumsy. Still, he'd be so happy to hand her ingredients or stir a pot while she's busy with something else

How much do I trust the Master with the utensils readily available in a kitchen? Unsure. I also don't think he'd really know what to do OR he would pretend like he doesn't know what to do. He also pretends to be grumpy when Olive asks him to grab something for her but will always do it no matter what- sometimes even behind her back. Also, if she walked away to use the bathroom or smth, the Master would be SUPER focused on making sure nothing gets burnt or ruined. Even if she'd shrug it off he doesn't want her to be sad :(

[LION’S MANE JELLYFISH] ~ What is the height difference between you and your F/O?

Hard to answer for the Doctor since I ship w/ all his incarnations but!! At his tallest (3rd and 4th), he's a foot taller than me. At his shortest (7th), he's three inches taller than me!

The Spymaster, though, is four inches taller than me! Just an inch shorter than my fiance <3 Also, I think it'd be funny if the Master wore really tall shoes just so he can be taller than thirteen (who is also 5'7.)

[MOON JELLYFISH] ~ If you had to compare your F/O to any sort of cosmic entity (planets, meteors/comets, stars, black holes, etc), what would you pick and why?

I don't know if it counts but the Doctor is an aurora <3 Bright, colorful, and exciting, but also hard to miss and- for certain individuals- you may have to wait years or even decades before seeing them again. Or!! You might only see them once in your life! Either way, it's an incredible, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get to see them! (for most people!)

Cliché, but I think the Master is a supernova <3 A fiery burst at the end of a stars life; he has the chance to either become a neutron star or a blackhole. But, no matter the circumstance, it seems like those around him (and even himself) are always expecting him to become a terrifying, galaxy-eating black hole. Either way, his mark will be seen across the universe

(is this even coherent at this point?)

[shorkbrian]

Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

[antilea]

<Enemies to lovers> Part 1

Summary:

You and wilbur have hated eachother for years but something happens to give you a change of heart.

TW: Cursing, kissing

Genre: floof

Word Count: 1,459

You open your eyes, rubbing them letting them adjust to the bright light beaming into your room. You let out a yawn, throwing the cover off you. You carefully weave your way through your bed to the bathroom.

Flicking the bathroom light on you blink a couple of times dizzy, diverting your gaze to the sink. you Slowly walk over to the sink then you turn the fossit on as you formed your hands into a cup and ran it under the water. Splashing the water on your face, you took a deep breath then you dried your face off with a towel.

You stared at yourself in the mirror- you shake your head then grab the comb and start brushing your hair. You hear your phone buzz beside you, grabbing it with one hand; niki was calling you.

Reluctantly you answer,

"Hey niki whats up..?" Your voice was quiet as you talk into the phone.

"Oh- good morning; I was just asking if you would like me to pick you up for school?" Niki spoke softly but her voice was gentle.

"Yeah- Yeah, sure!" You smiled, then added,

"When are you picking me up?"

"Oh, perhaps 8ish..?" Niki quickly responds.

"Okay see you then," you hang up.

Finishing up your hair and makeup you get your bag ready clutching it in your hand as the heavy textbooks weigh it down. You walk into the kitchen of your apartment, opening the fridge you grab the milk and then you get the cereal from the cabinet. You pour the milk into your bowl and then you add the cereal. Grabbing your spoon you quickly eat it as you hear a knock from the door.

You grab your backpack then you headed for the door; opening it Niki stood there smiling-

"Hi Y/n" she spoke gently, then added

"Are you ready?"

You nod as both of you walk toward the light gray car. Niki heads to the drivers seat as you open the door for the front car door. You settle yourself in the darker gray seats. Niki starts up the car then drives away from your apartment building. As 10 minutes passes by Niki parks in the college parking lot grabbing her own backpack she opens the car door waiting for you.

As you do the same thing you see wilbur from the corner of your eye- you sigh not wanting an argument right now. Rolling your eyes you walk over to Niki hoping wilbur had not seen you. <bad luck> you thought as wilbur came walking over to you. You groan trying to ignore him as he walked right up to you.

"Y/n..." he looks at you.

" Wilbur, fuck off im not in the mood to argue" you mumble loud enough for him to hear you.

"I'm good but it seems like your grumpy" He teased giving a laugh.

"Wilbur! I said fuck off!" You loudly speak almost as if everybody on campus could hear you. You cover your mouth as you see a couple of people give you weird looks and murmur to there friends; you looked away your face hot with embarrassment.

"Oh- well Goodluck!" He gave you a dirty smile then walked away chuckling.

You stare at him for about a minute then you flip him off.

"Ugh, I hate him..!" You rant to Niki, then she gives you a worried glance.

"I'm not sure, but we better head to class before professors gets mad at us for being late" Niki shakes her head then walks off, you follow her catching up to speed. Entering the classroom you take your seat and then.putting your bag down, you shuffle through your bag but you can't find the textbook you need for this class.

"Shit" you mumble to yourself, looking for niki you stand up and walk over to her then whisper.

"I forgot my textbook at home, do you still have that extra one..?" You nervously smile as she shakes her head.

"No, I usually leave it at home- but I believe wilbur has an extra one.." she gives you a glance as you bite your tongue.

"Him..!? No way I would never take anything from him..!" You glance at him with a dirty look.

"Then I'm not sure.." she shrugs. You walk back to your seat slumping back. Then your attention diverts toward the professor nodding to you.

"Y/n, where's your textbook..?" The professor looks at you waiting for an answer.

"I'm sorry sir, I forgot my textbook at home" you speak quietly loud enough for him to hear.

"Wilbur you still have the extra textbook I believe." He spoke again then his gaze following him, Wilbur moved uncomfortably in his chair.

"Yes sir, yes I do.." he glares at you then grabs the extra textbook and drops it on your desk.

"Thanks.." you mumble, he looks at you then you both share a moment together looking into eachothers eyes. You search his gaze hopeful to look for some sort of emotion but all he does is walk away.

Your heart sinks, surely you could not like him right..? You blankly look at him sadly. Shaking your head your thoughts fill your head. You blink slowly your eyes closing as it turns black erasing the overwhelming thoughts.

You were hugging wilbur, as you mumble,

"I love you," you smile feeling the warmth from wilbur travel to you.

"I love you too.." he kisses your forehead giving you a loving look.

"Y/n wake up.."

"Y/n wake up!" He repeats and you shake your head confused. You frown finding niki instead of wilbur.

"You fell asleep!" Niki exclaimed.

You shrug wilbur still filling your mind giving you butterflies.

"Eh, its not as if its my first time" you pack your bag standing up and grabbing your bag, putting it around your shoulder. You were searching for wilbur but he had probably gone to next period.

"Are you okay..? Are you sick?" She gave you an anxious glance.

" I'm fine." You speak walking out of the class. You find wilbur standing right there.

"Hey sleepy head!" He teased. You play it off by rolling your eyes then you glance at him and ask.

"Do you like anybody..?" You question giving him a hopeful look but he stared at her blankly.

"Of course- not!" He laughed. You flinch as if an arrow had shot right through your heart, then wilbur added squinting his eyes suspiciously;

"Why do you ask..?" He stared at you waiting for an answer.

"Oh wel-" you get cut off as Niki walks out of the class cutting you off.

"Y/n come on! Do you wanna be late!" She grabbed your arm, you smile at wilbur as Niki let's go.

"What was that about!" She gave you a friendly nudge.

"Nothing..!" You quickly spoke sharply. You look at Niki she looked as if a wasp had stung her.

"Okay, I guess if thats how you want it!" she glared at you then she walked up ahead of you. Now you stood there staring at her as she walked away, she felt her heart shatter. <how could I been this dumb!> she thought.

"Had an argument with your friend?" He suddenly came up from behind you speaking. You jumped surprised then she searches his face. Instead of a remark he stood there looking at you with his dark brown eyes, there was a twinge a sympathy in his eyes.

"Yeah..I guess" you shrug looking down at the floor then he spoke softly.

"Do you want me to walk you to class?" You nod to wilburs words, you both make your way to class in silence.

"Thanks.." you nod then you open the classroom door. You quickly made your way to the seat next to Niki, anxiously you finally spoke.

"Look niki..I'm really sorry its just.." your voice turns to a whisper.

"I- I think I like wilbur.." you look at Niki looking for emotion but instead she looks away.

"I'm sorry Niki! I didn't mean to hurt you" you speak softly as you flinch as Niki turns to look at you but this time she smiled.

"I forgive you.." She speaks gently as she hugs you then she adds

"Wait did I hear that right!? You like- wilbur!" Her eyes had a sparkle of excitement as you nodded.

"No way! Like Wilbur soot!?" She squeaked with excitement, then she covered her mouth as she let the words slip out of her mouth a little too loud.

You slowly slip back into your chair putting up your hood awkwardly.

"Sorry!" Niki whispered.

You nod slowly, the day goes by slowly and now you were standing in front of your apartment you waved goodbye to Niki. Walking into your apartment you sighed, heading to your room door; slipping into your bed your mind fills with wilbur, your eyes blink a couple of times then everything goes black...

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

some thoughts on what living with bakugou would be like:

-he’s weirdly organized. like he remembers where he put everything every time so if ur ever looking for something, most times he’ll just find it for u and it takes like .2 seconds

-will cook meals a large majority of the time, but if u bake sweets he’s an absolue sucker for them.

-if you’re like reALLY allergic to a certain type of bug or plant,, man’s got his eyes pEELED whenever y’all go somewhere together. like lets say, for example, ur allergic to bees. bakugou is blowing bees up left and right and u look at him and ur “no!! stop!!! bees are endangered!!” ,, he looks u dead in the face, like ur stupid or something and says “yeah. because of me. i’m gonna kill all of them.”

- if u have to get in an argument with somebody over the phone, he wants to hear it. like he’ll ask u to put the phone on speaker and he’ll just make mocking, bitchy faces while the other person is speaking. like,, he lets u fight ur own battles, but he wants to be there bullying the other person mercilessly in the background.

-if he doesnt like a song ur playing, he’ll just skip it. won’t ask, wont look at u, he’ll just skip it. borderline dick move tbh

-gets grumpy if u don’t follow his nightly routine on time, but also wont go to sleep without u. like he’ll just stay up and crab at u until u go to bed with him

-likes when u brush his hair for him. like u’ll be brushing yours, totally by urself fine, and he’ll just look at u and clear his throat until u roll ur eyes and beckon him over

-if u get like a bag of junk food or something,, do nOt leave that shit out, bakugou will finish it 10/10 times. he’ll finish it but then look at u and “why the fuck would u even bring that shit in here, huh? u tryin’ to get me out of shape or somethin?” ,, and u look at him like “idk man maybe just dont eat it then.” ,,, the glARE he gives u in response is muRDEROUS //pls this is quite literally the only area he lacks self control dont remind him\\

-has absolutely no regard for neighbors. he yells a lot and if y’all get noise complaints he just glares and 😡💥at the neighbor until they get scared and leave

-he thinks it’s funny to just subtly move things from time to time. like, for example, lets say plates. ,,, so like, u always keep plates on the left side of a certain cabinet, right?? but if he’s putting dishes away and feeling particularly petulant that day, he’ll just put away the plates on the right side instead. man’s then proceeds to smirk and laugh at u every time u open the wrong side of the cabinent from then on with a “jeez, u rlly are a moron, huh? they’re on the right side, remember?” god he’s annoying

-genuinely enjoys going grocery shopping by himself. like idk he just thinks it’s his quiet, personal time, u kno?? and he enjoys doing super-intense meal prep for the week anyways so he’s gotta make sure he gets the right ingredients

-u just hear muffled screaming from time to time. like u’ll be in the kitchen eating breakfast totally calm, and he’s making the bed and all the sudden just a “jesus fucking christ, swear to fuck im gonna blow up this stupid fuckin’ fitted sheet!” (which honestly??? valid. fuck fitted sheets.)

-if he doesn’t want to hang out with the bakusquad but they’re forcing him he’ll text u something like “I love you.” and then ofc ur like “i love u too. but also, u never just say that to me normally?? is something wrong?” and then total radio silence from him for like 20 mins and u get super worried,, and then he just sends u a video of mina or denki being loud with a “Can you get sick or something? I want to come home.” ,, i- 🧍

- isnt going to want a pet,, but if u have, like, a dog already when u move in with him, then it’s going to become bakugou’s dog. if he’s going to have to have a dog than he’s gonna make sure it likes him more than u

-hates doing laundry. will volunteer to do dishes instead 11/10 times

-he doesn’t sing in the shower but 100% plays the drums on the walls or his own stomach fight me on this

-he hates the smell of nail polish/nail polish remover. so if ur painting ur nails he’ll just walk in the room and walk directly out,, quickest way to get alone time

-speaking of alone time- say bye. u’ll get none of it,,, it’s not that he’s constantly on top of u or like talking to u, he just always sorta ends up in whatever room u are. like a cat, pretty much. like he won’t say anything, but if u get up to do something, he gets up and chooses to move his lounging to somewhere nearby

-he likes to scare the shit out of u. just like, rlly juvenile stuff like hiding around corners just to jump out at u. will just stand there and laugh when u scream, and will never, never apologize

-he gets weirdly worked up about hair?? just hates it, thinks it’s disgusting if he sees a stray hair anywhere. even if its his own. like yes it’s gross ig, but he gets so 🤮 about it

-he does house chores unecessarily loudly. like, u watch him and it seems like he’s doing everything totally normally,, but jesus christ why is it so loud

-gets bitchy around christmas if u decorate without him. he will complain the eNTIRE time if he does have to decorate, but will throw an even bigger fit if u dare to do it without him

-he gets mad if people drive too fast in ur neighborhood/ past ur apartment complex. like, y’all have 0 (zero!) kids, but he’s still up at the window like “Slow the fuck down, asshole! Why the hell doesn’t anyone have any common fuckin’ sense around here? That’s dangerous, you piece of shit!”

-if u sing around the house a lot, it’s the only habit of urs he’ll have absolutely nothing to say about. like it doesn’t even matter if ur a good singer or not, he just likes when he can hear u in the house even if ur not in the same room. he finds it comforting

-bakugou hates having people over to ur place. he thinks of it like his calm-space/safe-haven and it rlly pisses him off when people are there

-on the rare days he doesn’t have to work at all and stays home, mans is a total baby. he just refuses to get up for anything other than bathroom or meals and even then goes straight back to bed. he takes basically a 24 hr nap and expects u to do the same with him he’s so dramatic pls

-will make snarky comments about reality tv shows with u. just the bitchiest shit possible bc he enjoys trash talking as an art form, and absolutely does not care who it’s about

-likes to watch u do skincare stuff. he won’t ask questions and will be borderline offended if u offer some to him, but he just likes to watch u do it. man’s thinks of it as like his personal asmr

-hates online shopping. (pls i have absolutely no explanation for this one i just know its true)

-he has a lot of pride in his house so it’s actually rlly well decorated. like, he would never consent to living somewhere busted, lmaooo, so if u dont kno how to decorate he’ll figure it out for the both of u

-u can always tell if he’s falling asleep bc he constantly does that weird full-body jerk. like the one where it feels like ur falling

[potionsprefect]

Hi there Alice I have been reading your caring for a sick partner fics and have been absolutely loving it! 😊

So I thought I'll make a couple requests of my own, if you are still accepting them. 💜

So I picked :

“ when did you get sick? “ “ last night. “ for Raf and Jen

“ you can't sleep on the couch -- “ for Ethan and Vic

Sruti! Thank you so much for sending these in! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to answer.

Comfort

Pairings: Rafael Aveiro x Jennifer Daniels (F!OC)

Word count: 301

Warning: none

Prompt: “When did you get sick?” “Last night.”

Summary: She’s not seen him like this before, not since that night

Jennifer unlocked the door to Rafael’s apartment, she has the day off work and was going to spend the day with him.

She was surprised to be greeted by silence, he would’ve been by her side in an instance.

“Raf? Are you home?” Jennifer called. She saw the bedroom door ajar. She pushed the door open.

Rafael was asleep on the bed, duvet tucked tightly around him. Jennifer noticed a thermometer on the bedside cabinet. She sat down on the bed, running a hand through his hair.

Rafael stirred from his slumber, blinking the sleep away from his eyes. When he saw Jennifer he smiled. “Hey, I’m sorry.”

“What on earth are you apologising for?”

“For not… for not telling you that I was sick. You didn’t need to come otherwise.”

“Don’t be sorry for being sick. It’s not your fault. When did you get sick?” Jennifer asked.

“It doesn’t matter.” Rafael sighed.

“Rafael.” Jennifer said sternly.

Rafael sighed. He wasn’t getting out of this easy. “Last night. I got caught in the rain. I guess it’s caught up to me now.”

“Well lucky for you I have the perfect remedy.” Jennifer said. She took her shoes off and climbed onto the bed, wrapping Rafael up in her arms.

“Well this is bound to make me feel better.” Rafael sighed happily as he rested his head against her chest.

“I’ve been told that my hugs are an antidote to colds.” Jennifer smiled.

Rafael sat up. “By who? An ex boyfriend?” He narrowed his eyes.

“So what if it was? It’s not his bed I’m lying in.” Jennifer smirked as she pulled him back down.

“Good. There’s only one person I want in my bed anyway.” Rafael grinned.

Jennifer pressed her lips to his. “Lucky for you there’s only one person here.”

Less Comfy

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word count: 308

Warning: none

Prompt: “You can’t sleep on the couch.”

Summary: Victoria doesn’t want him to get sick, so she resorts to different measures

“You’re not listening to me.”

“No. You’re not listening to me. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I don’t care if I do. I want to take care of you.”

“I know you do. But like I said. I don’t want you catching this. You’ll be even more grumpy than usual.”

“Im glad my personality has such a profound effect.” Ethan said.

“You excite and annoy a lot of people. But me? You turn me on.” Victoria wink.

“Then I guess my work here is done. But back to the matter at hand. You can’t sleep on the couch.”

“I can.” Victoria huffed.

Ethan sat down next to her. “You’ll be more comfy in my bed.”

“Our bed. Did you forget that I moved in with you?”

“You being in my bed would definitely remind me.” Ethan shrugged.

“So you prefer seeing me in your bed more than anywhere else in your apartment?” Victoria asked.

“You do certain things in my bed that you don’t do anywhere else.”

Victoria chuckled. “If I remember correctly I did something there.” She pointed to the large bay windows. “There.” She looked at the kitchen counter. “And right here.” Victoria gestered to the couch.

Ethan smiled. “But I like you in my bed the most. Come and lay down.” He held out a hand.

With a sigh, Victoria gave in. She got up off the couch and trudged to the bedroom, laying down on her side of the bed as Ethan pulled her into his arms.

“I’m sorry I’m sick.” Victoria sighed.

“Don’t apologise for being sick. Just know that I am here for you. Like I always will be.” Ethan pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Victoria sighed happily as she snuggled against Ethan’s chest. Their bed was much more comfy than the couch.

Anywhere with him felt like home.

Tagging in reblog

[sageinacage]

Hellooo I saw you were taking requests again!! :D Would you be alright doing a bit of a hurt/comfort ish playful fic like Tommy asking techno to help train him. Techno notices that tommy starts to completely overwork himself and comforts him about like not feeling good enough to be techno's brother and techno playfully tickling him to force him to take a break? I'm sorry if this was a long prompt, it's 4am lol... Thank you so much!! :D

summary: tommy wants to be as strong as his brother techno, but doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to a/n: sorry i haven’t been active this weekend :[ im on the last 3 weeks of school and they’re piling so much stuff WAAAH warnings: swearing, self consciousness, self doubt (this is a hurt/comfort fic!) w/c: 1.6k

DSMP

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“Techno, how did you get to be so… strong?”

“Hard work, Tommy. A lotta’ hard work.”

Tommy huffed, crossing his arms. That was definitely not the answer he wanted, because the boy wanted to be a force to be reckoned with now. “Well… what kind of hard work?” He egged on, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Well, experience is a big one- I’ve done a lot of fighting and gained a lot of perspective from that… uhhhh… I study books with ancient techniques? I uhhh, let me put some thought into this, kid,”

Techno continued to think, putting a hand to his chin in thought. None of these Tommy liked, as they both took much time, perseverance, and he was just too young to have had as much experience as his brother. “Oh, I’ve trained a lot-”

“Aha! Training! How do I train?” Tommy cheered, almost leaping with how excited he got. The boy assumed he would be able to be unstoppable after one training session, but his older brother didn’t know how to convey that it wasn’t possible- but also didn’t want to crush his spirits at the same time.

“Tommy,” Techno started, then let out a long sigh, “..it’s not that easy. I’d be willing to help but-”

“Let’s go now then, big man!” The blonde exclaimed triumphantly, marching towards the entrance to their house’s backyard. Techno watched him stomp out the room towards the back exit, shaking his head and following the boy.

When he arrived outside, Tommy was already in a set of armor with his sword out, grinning madly at Techno. With an amused huff, the piglin picked up his sword and stood a good distance from in front of him.

“Alright, the first thing is stance. Make sure you’re standing so you’ll be able to block on any side of you.” Techno placed his sword down, heading to Tommy. He gently moved his arms and shoulders to be in a preferred position. The boy stood there, completely stiff like a statue.

“Y’know you gotta loosen up, you need to be able to block and dodge attacks and can’t do that when you’re stone.”

“I gotta be like stone, so I can’t be knocked down!”

Techno shook his head, pushing his hand into Tommy’s side, making him fall on the grass. “That wasn’t fair!” Tommy whined, getting up and brushing the dirt off of his light armor. “All is fair in fights, kid. You never know what your opponent will do.” The piglin explained, pushing up his glasses.

Tommy muttered something under his breath, getting into the fighting stance his brother showed him. “I’m ready!” He announced, Tech sighing. “Tommy, you need to know the basics before going into battle.” He frowned, crossing his arms. “There are no basics in war!” Tommy rebuttals, using the phrase Techno used earlier against him.

“Actually there is-”

“I didn’t ask!” Tommy ran at Techno, falling onto the dirt as the man stepped to the side. “You don’t just run at someone and expect to get a hit on them, smartass.” He playfully flicked his brother’s head, who grumbled and got up, trying to get more hits on Techno.

The piglin continued to step out of the way, eventually sighing and easily disarming him from his blunt training sword.

“Tommy-”

“I can’t do it! How can I even be your brother?! I can barely even hold the sword, it's so heavy! I’m done with this, I’ll never be as strong as you!” Tommy fumed, throwing his armor off and stomping inside the house to go up to his room. Techno put his training sword away, sighing softly. ‘The kid has potential, he just gets ahead of himself.’ Techno thought, then heading inside to go upstairs to check up on his little brother.

“Can I come in?” He knocked on the door, hearing a small ‘no’ from inside. Techno huffed. “Please? I want to talk to you, Toms.” He asked again, then hearing nothing. “Fine.” Tommy gave him permission to come in, which Techno gladly took.

“Hey,” His brother sat at the foot of his bed, looking at him. “You’re just so cool. You’re Technoblade, everyone knows you as strong and scary. And… and I’m just Tommy. The little brother, the obnoxious one.” He ranted, sniffling softly as he curled his knees in and hiding his face.

“I wouldn’t say that, Tommy. I’ve heard people talk about how brave you are, which I’m gonna have to agree with. Also, you’re not obnoxious, I wouldn’t want to hang out with you if you were.” Techno showed him a small smile, opening his arms. Tommy leaped into them, wrapping his arms around his brother and holding his cape with an iron grip.

“Really? People think that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that, kid.”

“I am pretty brave and cool, I gotta say,” Tommy chuckled softly at himself, his giggles slowly growing as Techno sighed at him. “Oh, I’ll give you something to laugh about!” He exclaimed playfully, his dull claws shifting around his waist.

“TEHehehechno!” Tommy made the poor mistake of shifting onto his back, so now he was just sprawled across his brother’s lap, stuck in his tickly grasp. “Tommy!” Techno playfully mocked, snickering at Tommy’s small growl in defiance.

“You’re really brave to try to rebuttal my attack, ain'tcha?” He spoke lowly, slipping one of his hands under Tommy’s loose shirt to lightly scratch at the sensitive skin around his belly. “Yohou suhUHUCK!” He complained, kicking his legs out in front of him. “What did you just say to me? You really are fearless.”

The boy was about to smile triumphantly until a blunt claw gently scritched over the bundle of nerves over his hip bone. “SHIHIHIT- Nohot thahahat!” Tommy complained. “Sohomewhehere else!”

“Y’know Tommy, when I tickle Ranboo right here he’d dip out right away. You must be tough if you can withstand this!” Techno praised, a fond smile washing over his face. Tommy continued to shake his head, the ticklish sensations making him tingle all over.

“Hmmm, let’s see if I could make you break. Highly doubt it for how well you’re taking it though, kid.” He chortled before laying Tommy down and skittering both his fingers up his sides. “IT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!” He arched his back, a wheeze escaping him. The claws continued to explore up his sides, dragging back down before stopping at his upper ribs to scribble over the ticklish skin there.

“WHIHIHIYYY?!” Tommy whined, slamming his arms down. “Because!” Techno smirked, drilling his fingers as they were trapped and he couldn’t wiggle them anymore. “THAHAHAT’S WOHOHORSE!” He screeched, the piglin just laughing. “Then free me, smarty!” His fingers continued to drill and prod as much as they could, shifting up to reach his underarms.

“NOHOHO! IT’LL BEHE EVEN WOHOHORSE!” Tommy grumbled, kicking his legs. “Good observation, Tommy! Never let your enemy get an advantage!” His brother praised again, smiling down at him. The grumpiness in the boy’s tone turned more gleeful, the pinkette grunting in success.

“But what if the enemy planned a surprise attack?!” Techno exclaimed, leaning his head down to blow a raspberry over the upper part of his tummy, repeating the action but on his navel next time. “I WIHILL SUHUHURVIVE!” Tommy retorted, trying to push at his head. “I’d like to see you try.” He challenged, lifting his shirt a small bit before leaning down to place nibbles along his lower belly and around his hips.

“FUHUHUCK! TEHEHECHNOHO!” He threw his head back, still holding onto Techno’s hair but not really pushing him away. Techno was genuinely surprised- usually, his nibbles can kill anyone and make them plead for mercy. “Wow Tommy, you can withstand my nibbles? You must really be a champ, huh kid?” He complimented, smiling at Tommy’s giddy squeal.

Techno knew how much Tommy needed this, he needed to hear how actually brave and tough he was, because the truth was the kid was strong, just needed to hear it to believe it. “You were able to survive that, but can you survive this?” He devilishly smiled, moving his claws over to scritch at his lower tummy as he nibbled up his sides.

“YOHOHOU’RE HOHORRIBLE!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs and arching his back, but still wasn’t begging for mercy like Techno thought he would. “Able to survive again? This is like the hardest time I’ve had tiring someone out, Toms.” Techno admitted, Tommy giggling and happily chortling in response. He was genuinely proud of himself, feeling stronger than ever.

“Alright. I give up.” Techno chuckled, pulling his brother in for a hug while he calmed down. “I wohohon!” Tommy announced excitedly, hugging him back. “Yeah yeah, whatever.” The piglin sighed contently, pulling away.

“You know Tommy, being strong is more than just physical strength. You gotta have the right mindset, and you’ve definitely got it. I’ve never met someone as strong-willed, enthusiastic, and brave as you.” Techno explained, rubbing his stomach and side area, trying to help with the after-tickles.

“Reheally?”

“Yeah, really.” Techno chuckled, getting up. “How about I teach you a lesson in some historic techniques in fighting, I think you’ll find it interesting.”

“Books are so boring- ugh, fine.” Tommy crossed his arms, standing up and stretching, before following his brother out of the room. “What were you boys doing?! I thought Tommy was being attacked for a hot minute.” Phil laughed from the kitchen, seeing them walk by. “I beat Techno in a tickle fight, that’s what happened!” Tommy laughed, nudging his brother.

“Yep. He beat me. Strong kid, I tell ‘ya.”

[scoobit]

Cold Hands

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This is a sfw, platonic, tickle fic with the clingy duo!

IRL fic

Lee Tubbo and Ler Tommy

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Snow drifted all around Tommy and Tubbo. One of them was dressed in a coat, hat and gloves, while the other was just wearing a hoodie.

Yes Tommy didn't bring any warm clothes, yes he regretted it, and no he didn't go back to the house to change.

They were walking through town and decided it would be best when it was snowing because no one else would be out.

Although Tommy was complaining the whole time, it was nice seeing the streets not being filled with people.

When they could finally see Tubbo's  house again, Tommy sprinted to the door and inside. Tubbo just chuckled and walked to the house.

When he got inside, he took off his slightly wet jacket and boots and then went upstairs to change. Tubbo waltzed back downstairs where he was met with the blonde who was shivering and had a cup of hot chocolate in his hands.

"I'm c-cold." Tommy shivered and took a sip. "I told you to wear a jacket. You should have listened to me." Tubbo smirked as he sat next to Tommy on one of the stools at the kitchen island.

"Why don't you change into something warmer?" Tubbo suggested to the younger boy. Tommy frantically nodded, set his cup down, and ran upstairs to change.

He came back downstairs from the guest bedroom wearing a thick, oversized hoodie, sweatpants and fluffy socks.

Tubbo covered his mouth and snorted, looking at his comfy friend. "Still cold." Tommy mumbled as he got closer.

"You look ridiculous." Tubbo said while he spun the stool to face Tommy who just grumbled about how Tubbo was so inconsiderate and 'grumpily' sat down again.

"Awww, is the little baby mad?" Tubbo teased as he stood up and pat Tommy's head.

The latter, on the other hand, was not amused. He thought of a smart idea, and he shot his hands up inside Tubbo's sweater and placed his freezing hands on the shorter boys back.

Tubbo let out a screech and arched his back, trying to get away from the cold hands. "TOMMY GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" Tubbo yelped.

"What? Im just warming them up. You don't want me to be grumpy, do you?" Tommy smirked. "I don't CARE just get them OFF!" Tubbo shouted back, still squirming and trying to break free of Tommy's iceberg-like hands.

"Ahh, you're so warm!" Tommy chuckled after he moved his hands closer to Tubbo's neck. He could feel the older shiver and shove at his arms.

Tubbo was not having it. He crouched down so Tommy let go, and he pushed himself back up against the counter, still on the floor.

He didn't think that far ahead though and Tommy shot him a mischievous look and pounced on Tubbo. He swore he felt his heart leap out of his chest.

Tommy grabbed him by his waist and hoisted him off the ground, pulling him into a hug and spidered his fingers across Tubbo's belly.

The latter screeched (again) and immediately started laughing and trying to free himself from the torturous grasp of his friend.

"TOHoHommeEEEhehey!" Tubbo's laughter was high pitched and a blush spread across his face.

"Aww, Tubbo you're blushing! Is this flustering? That's adorable!" Tommy teased. Tubbo's blush spread further across his face as he kept giggling, trying to ignore the sensations on his torso.

Tommy switched from his stomach to his ribs, scribbling in-between the bones and occasionally lightly pinching his sides.

The change of his tactics made him squeal and more lighthearted giggles poured out of his mouth.

The younger was slowly walking them towards the couch, all the while held a giggling, squirming Tubbo.

"WHhIhihIHiiiy?" Tubbo didn't know where he was going with his question but he still asked anyways.

When he realized they were sitting on the couch, he noticed how much more vulnerable he was and he tried standing up. Tommy wrapped his arms around Tubbo and pulled him back onto his lap.

He used one hand to squeeze his knee, and the other hand resumed skittering up and down his side.

Tubbo threw his head back as loud cackles poured out of his mouth, he realized that escaping was impossible so he just went limp in the blondes arms.

Tommy could see him reaching his limit so he gave a quick raspberry to his neck which earned a scream from the older boy.

He slowed his hands to a stop and Tubbo rolled off his lap next to him on the couch. He curled himself up into a ball and let the rest of his giggles disappear before he sat up.

"You are so mean!" His tone was light hearted and held no anger. Tommy just giggled and responded. "Im not cold anymore though. Your like my own personal heater!"

Tubbo just glared at Tommy and then leaned against his shoulder. It didn't take him long to fall asleep seeing as Tommy just wrecked him.

As a random movie played on the tv, Tommy wrapped his arm around the smaller boy and pulled him closer as he started to drift off as well. A nap couldn't hurt.

[yamagucji]

MSBY boys coming home to you

a/n: highly ib by this art of shirtless hinata from insanityqueen go see it if u want a visual of his hc😌 fkjjssjkf this started bc i made a thirst post abt timeskip hinata now here we are 😳😔

Hinata

his flight arrives at 3am so bby boy told you to wait at home instead

all the excitement and adrenaline of being eager of his arrival eventually tired you out so you fell asleep, passed out in your shared bed

it was nearly 4am by the time he got home and when he called out for you, he got no response

“y/n? they must be asleep...”

so he trudged into the bedroom and finally found you fast asleep

careful not to wake you up, he quietly set his things aside and started undressing

the slight movement and light had woken you up from your slumber, and so you peeked an eye out towards the source of the noise

there he was in all his glory, shirtless and smiling down at you

“pumpkin! sorry, did i wake you? eh? no don’t get up, im almost done changing”

you made an effort to greet him, sitting up in your bed slightly- but he beat you to it, lunging towards your figure with his bare chest hitting against your clothes

his added weight on you made your back hit the bed once again

“hinata...” you mumble against his shoulder

“i missed you” / “i missed you so much pumpkin” you both expressed at the same time

he whispers sweet nothings to your ear, mumbling about his trip and how much he misses your touch

the two of you eventually fall into a deep slumber

Atsumu

‘tsumu said he was coming home sometime this week but never specified the time and day

“it’s the element of surprise, babe” ffs😪

the whole week felt like standing on your tippy toes, not knowing when he’s gonna be in your sight

when saturday arrived, you were nearly ready to give up on the idea of him showing up and assume he was joking

but when you opened the door to your house, throwing your stuff onto the side in exasperation, you were greeted by the smell of your favorite food

“love?” you called out, eagerly making your way to the kitchen

there he was in your apron, a smug look on his face as he stirred the pot with a wooden spoon

“miss me babe?”

ofc i do you pissed haired boy

you quickly make your way towards him, hugging his torso and burying your face on the crook of his neck

you mumble, “of course i do. you’re such a dummy for doing this to me love,”

he let go of the utensil and hugged you in return, bringing his nose down on your hair and enhaling your homey scents

he laughs- and you can feel that deep rumble vibrating against your chest and it makes you even more putty in his touch

“hmm, but did’ya like my little surprise?”

you spend the rest of your night being taken care of by atsumu, regardless of his own exhaustion

like you, he’s eager to make up for your time apart from each other ;)

Bokuto

bokuto hasn’t been responding to your texts/calls for over a day now, and you’ve become increasingly worried as time progresses

it’s unusual for him to not respond- you did think of the worst and how something could’ve possibly happened to him

but when you asked hinata and heard that he was doing well, that’s when you started thinking you might’ve done something wrong. but what could it be?

you spend the night cooped up in the couch, hiding beneath your comforter

why is this bby boy not responding to you?? :(

at around 1am, you hear the sound of keys jiggling, followed by the door opening

you perk up, “who-who’s that?”

and in a flash you see your beloved bokuto dashing towards you, leaping on top of your resting figure

“y/n! my beautiful! my love! i missed you,” he coos, bringing his face close to your neck

“kou, i missed you so much! was this your little surprise?”

he brings his face to hover over yours, his bright smile flashing you, “hm. did you like it?”

you chuckle, “of course love! i missed being with you- i thought something was wrong when you weren’t responding to me...”

“ah, sorry babe. akaashi said it’d be cool to surprise you! i managed it but it was so hard to ignore my love”

he closes the distance between you, making earlier’s worries disappear. you kiss long, as if sharing one breath. when he finally pulls away, he buries his face on your neck, emitting a deep grumble

“hmm, i missed your lips so much...” he mumbles, slowly drifting into sleep

Sakusa

sakusa had notified you about his return a few days prior, so you’d taken much of your free time making sure the house was spotless

on the night of his return, you cooked up his favorite food and left it covered on the table so the two of you could enjoy a nice meal together after weeks apart

he was supposed to arrive at 7pm, but press and traffic had hindered him from making it home on time. the build up had clearly made him anxious and grumpy- he couldn’t wait to come home and be in your arms, away from all these people

when he finally arrived home, it was nearly 9pm and the first thing he saw was your sleeping figure sprawled out on the couch, along with the lingering smell of his favorite food

he set his stuff aside, hanging his outer clothing on the rack and making his way towards you

you shift slightly at the sudden noise, and when you open your eyes you find your lover crouching down, fingers running along the side of your face, his other hand taking off his mask

“i’m sorry my love, i didn’t mean to come home so late.”

but you shake your head and dismiss his apology instead, sitting up to embrace him in your arms

“...do you mind taking a shower with me, then we’ll eat some dinner? thank you for making me food by the way, my love”

he’ll take you to the shower, and the two of you take turns taking care of each other, massaging the other’s scalp and shoulders

your time apart has definitely made sakusa a little touch starved, so expect little pecks on the forehead throughout the rest of the night <3

[azucanela]

FIRST DATE HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO SHINSOU HITOSHI]

SUMMARY: Your first date with a few some of the first year boys[Bakugo Katuski, Shinsou Hitoshi, Todoroki Shouto].

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

WARNINGS: kissing, pretty pg, wholesome, perhaps slightly ooc oops, bad writing, just a tad of spice

A/N: someone send tik tok related requests they make me laugh

BAKUGO KATSUKI

when he asks you out on a date for the first time hes not actually asking

comes up to you and tells you, “get dressed im taking you out.”

you are just there talking to mina and kirishima in your pjs like ???

“with your quirk?” like you dead thought he was telling you he intended to kill you 

“no idiot...” now he’s embarrassed oh no

mina and kirishima are like 👀👀

“on a date?” they’re really trying to help him get his point across bc playing matchmaker is fun

“SHUT UP EXTRAS”

probably takes you to like some sort of outdoor thing on the first date

has to to involve movement

stroll through the park, or through like a mall if you don’t like more athletic experiences 

take him on a date to a trampoline park. do it. 

COOKS FOR YOU ON THE FIRST DATE!!!!!!!!

ITS AMAZING 

YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED

is quieter during a date rather than his normal explosive self, he wants to listen to you, get to know you better

won’t kiss on the first date unless there’s a pre established friendship

your next date happens the same way, just tells you that you guys are going out, but you get it this time

lets you choose where you guys go that time

wants equal contribution to dates 

katsuki in street clothes is just beautiful, just ART, a masterpiece, he looks like a grumpy piece of ART

Katuski had just asked Y/N on a date, completely out of nowhere. Katsuki had asked Y/N on a date. It was difficult to believe, and considering his loud tone, the rest of Class 1-A also found it shocking, the student who claimed to have all his focus on becoming the number one pro-hero was now seeking a relationship. Ironic.

Though Y/N herself initially didn’t understand what he had been trying to say, she quickly got the message, and off they went. She was necessarily shocked by his feelings for her, they had discussed it in the dead of night, when she couldn’t sleep so he decided to forgo his normal grandpa sleep schedule. He fell asleep shortly after that conversation though, in her arms, he’d likely deny it if she ever mentioned it though.

Now, she sat on the counter in his parent’s kitchen, though neither of them were home, and the kitchen looked mostly unused. Y/N had tried to assist him but he’d brushed her off, “I asked you out. And you’re a horrible cook.” 

Y/N hopped off the counter and came up behind him, “whatever.” She mumbled, half expecting Katsuki to shove her away as she wrapped her arms around his torso as he sliced vegetables. He didn’t, though he did freeze momentarily before grumbling something about how dumb she was, Y/N knew he didn’t mean it based off the blush on his cheeks. 

Katsuki placed the vegetables into a pot of boiling water, covering it with a lid before tapping Y/N’s hand, signaling for her to let go. When she did, he turned around, and Y/N’s brow was raised. “C’mere.” He pulled her closer with one hand, and placed another on the back of her necks, bringing their lips together. 

She hummed in response, hand tangling into his hair, this wasn’t the first time they’d kissed. But it was the first time they’d gone on a date, he’d been sure to hide the dining room from her on the way inside, and she couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled up inside her. 

Y/N’s free hand found it’s way to his bicep, nails digging into his soft skin, courtesy of his quirk. Meanwhile, Katsuki’s hand found its way to the curve of her back, pushing her body closer to his only for Y/N to pull away, “pay attention while you are cooking.”

Turning to look at the pot, he’d realized that it was boiling far too much for comfort and cursed, releasing Y/N to salvage his food, she began to laugh. Katuski glared at her as he turned off the stove and put the put the vegetables into a nearby plate. 

With a smile on her face, she pressed a kiss onto his cheek, only for him to roll his eyes as he picked up the plate and moved out of the kitchen, Y/N trailing close behind as he headed to the dining room. “Can I see now?” She asked.

After a moment of contemplation, he nodded, and together they entered the dining room. It was a basic set up for a date, but it certainly set an intimate atmosphere that was rare when you lived in a dorm with several other students, and Mineta. There were candles lighting the room, and a rose in the center of the table, along with more food that he had already placed on the table. 

Grinning at him, Y/N spoke, “god you are such a sap.”

His cheeks flushed as he responded, “shut up.” 

SHINSOU HITOSHI

lol cutie, he asks you out on a date, you two are probably close friends and he just really likes your personality and attitude and stuff

“you don’t have to- well you know that but-”

“no, i’ll go out with you.”

“it’s fine i understand- wait what?”

did not think he’d get this far so he had no plans, he was expecting to plan a funeral for your friendship

ends up being the basic movie and food date

he picks a horror movie because he wants to protect you!!!

it makes him feel useful and bb needs validation

hold his hand during the movie

give him AFFECTION

you guys end up skipping dinner because you filled up on popcorn and other snacks during the movie so y’all just walk around

gives you his j a c k e t if its cold

he’s classy like that

unlike other people, he would kiss you on the first date

it would be an AMAZING experience that probably occurs at your front door, super adorable, he asks if he can kiss you

“can i kiss you?” fully expects you to say no

“yeah you can.”

“its fine, thanks for going out with me- wait what?”

same vibes as asking you out, did NOT expect this

walks you home because he is a GENTLEMAN change my mind, Shinsou brought back chivalry 2020

treats you RIGHT!!! the entire date, opens doors for you, pulls out your chair if necessary, pays for you unless you try to split the check but he might propose if you do that and pay for you regardless

When Shinsou asked Y/N out, he genuinely expected her to say no. His plans for the date included a funeral for himself and the friendship between the two of them. But, Shinsou was an honest guy and wanted to confess his feelings to her, secrets were a rarity between them, and this was no exception. They’d known each other for a while and his feelings weren’t something he could make disappear, no matter how hard he tried.

The last thing he expected was for her to agree to go out with him. 

She was still clinging onto his arm rather harshly as they exited the movie theater, having seen a horror movie, she exclaims, “I am never letting you pick the movie again.” 

Shinsou can’t help it when his heart skips a beat at her comment, looking over to her as he smirks, “again? So there will be a next time?” He asked, hoping that he hadn’t misunderstood.

Her cheeks warm, even though he asked her out, and Y/N looks away, “yes, if you want.” She mumbled, loosening her grip on his arm as they stepped outside. Cool air hits her, and Y/N can’t help the shiver that goes down her spine at the sudden cold. 

“I asked you out, of course I want a second date.” He replied, taking his arm from her grasp to remove his jacket, which he puts around her shoulders. “You still want dinner?” 

Y/N hums, taking his hand in hers and grinning as his cheeks turn red, “I’m not really hungry after all the snacks we had.” She replied, leaning her head onto his shoulder. “Let’s just walk.” 

They walked throughout the small shopping center, speaking with each other in regards to a variety of topics before beginning the walk home, when it started to rain. Thankfully, they were nearby Y/N’s home, and the laughs that consumed them as they ran didn’t stop as they ran up under the roof of Y/N’s porch. Shinsou’s hair was now matted onto his head thanks to the rain, their clothes soaked. 

Looking up at him, Y/N let another laugh escape her, “I like your hair.” She teased, bringing a hand up to ruffle it, though it had little effect.

Shinsou playfully glared at her, “yeah, yeah.” A smile found its way onto his face as he looked at her, the rain still hammering down on the roof, he found himself not wanting to let go of her hand as he asked, “can I kiss you? You don’t need-” He began to ramble, and Y/N was reminded of when he first asked her out as she watched him. 

Y/N’s hand released his and she grabbed his face, bringing his lips to hers, effectively silencing him as his hands fell onto her hips. They broke apart momentarily, only for Y/N’s arms to circle around his neck and pull him closer for yet another kiss.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He mumbled as they pulled apart.

Tilting her head, Y/N smirked, “you’re cute.” Shinsou ducked his head to hide the pink in his cheeks at this comment. “Be here next Saturday around 2 in the afternoon. This time I pick the movie.”

Looking back up, he raised a brow. “I happened to enjoy the movie, particularly the parts when you-”

“I don’t have to agree to a second date.” Y/N threatened as she playfully slapped his shoulder before heading to her front door, looking back at him as she walked.

Shinsou hummed, eyes meeting hers as he grabbed her hand and yanked her back. “I think I liked the way you shut me up the first time around better.” He presses a gentle kiss to her lips before releasing her hand so that she can head inside. 

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS BOY

you probably don’t know its a date he’s like “so how was the date”

and you there like “im sorry how was the WHAT?”

asks his siblings for help because he’s clueless, also asks izuku and maybe even bakugo during their remedial course, though camie is 10x more helpful

this is because shoto always spends all of his father’s money on you

while you two are just best friends, he’ll see you look at something and then he’ll just buy it

you guys already act like a couple. like stfu we get it, you have Class 1-A’s resident pretty boy wrapped around your finger jeez no need to brag

it because he’s in love with you already but he doesn’t know that its not his fault he is oblivious to his own emotions

this just amplifies on a date

tries to take you to a ridiculously fancy restaurant and you’re like???

settles for a cafe

you get lost in the convo and forget to actually drink your drink so he just reheats it or makes it nice and cool again ya know

super useful bb

give him validation

listens to you super intently 

intellectual conversations EVERYWHERE he is literally so fun to talk to like discuss any and everything with him

First date at a cafe, he’s rich, he stole his dad’s credit card, and he happens to love trying new things since he was sheltered as a child so he will buy EVERY S I N G L E DRINK for you two to try them all together

50/50 chance he kisses you on the first date

100% chance a kiss happens if you initiate it

he walks you home, and depending on if you are feeling hot or cold, you’ll stand by his side, preferably away from the road because shoto is a gentleman who gets hit by cars for his partner 

When Izuku had suggested that Shoto take Y/N out on a date to help confess his feelings for her, he figured it would be a good idea. Except, he forgot the part where he asked her on the date.

Oops.

This didn’t really dawn on him as she led him away from the fancy restaurant he had tried to convince her to enter,  “we both know that neither of us would understand a thing on the menu because it’s probably all in french.” Though she had dressed for the occasion, and so had he. “Why do you even want to eat there?” Y/N asked, her hand still holding his as she dragged him along the side walk.

She knew very well how much he disliked such places. They reminded him of all the high end restaraunts he had been forced to go to as a child. And since his father was an infamous pro hero, and Shoto himself was one of the more popular Class 1-A students, it wasn’t uncommon for reporters to frequent areas he was seen in. Carrying their cameras as they tried to get a story about him or his father. He’d told Y/N numerous times how much he disliked the attention, which is why he avoided certain areas of the city. 

Shoto stared at their joined hands, that feeling of joy bubbling in his chest, “my understanding is that you take people to a nice restaurant for a date.” Came his response.

Y/N stopped walking, though Shoto didn’t, causing him to run into her and nearly trip her had he not grabbed waist to keep her from falling. “This is a date?” She asked, hands clinging to his arms as she tried to maintain balance. He’d been acting different, so Y/N felt as though she shouldn’t be shocked, but the fact that Shoto liked her?

He said nothing, releasing her from his arms before taking a step back, “I feel as though I should apologize-” Shoto began, realizing his mistake.

“I know a nice Café I’ve been meaning to visit that’s nearby, you want to continue this there?” She interrupted, extending her hand. Y/N wasn’t stupid, neither was Shoto, she knew he was inexperienced in the romance department and it was clear this was his attempt to woo her. 

It was cute. 

Looking up at her, he couldn’t help but give her a small smile, which she returned as he took her hand. Shoto was thankful that she hadn’t mentioned his poor preparation for the whole ‘date’ thing, since he failed to really ask her about it. Thankfully she was just going with it, “I really like you, Y/N.” It was blunt, but it was the truth, and it was Shoto, being himself. 

Y/N felt her cheeks warm as they approached the Café, “I really like you too, Shoto.” He moved in front of her to open the door, “and here we are.” She gestured to the small Café as they entered, it was a nice set up and she had been meaning to visit. The fact that it was Shoto that she was visiting with made it all the better.

“Why don’t you go find us somewhere to sit?” He suggested, small smile on his face. “I’ll save us a spot in line.” Y/N nodded, and it was clear that she had yet to notice that there was no line, and Shoto had Endeavor’s beautiful black mastercard in hand. 

Which is how they ended up with every possible drink on their table, some of which were going cold, and the cashier thanking Shoto for the $200 cash tip, laughing quietly side by side in their small corner within the Café. Y/N had chosen a more isolated part, though there were already very few people within the store. 

She looked up from her drink to find Shoto’s eyes on her, an unreadable look in his eyes, but she couldn’t help but smile at him, one that he returned. “I like this.” He said, his hand finding hers as he played with her fingers. 

“Me too.” Y/N replied, watching his movements. She found herself Y/N bringing her hand to Shoto’s cheek, and his eyes met hers momentarily, looking up at her in awe as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips.

Neither of them knew what they were doing, Shoto’s delayed reaction reminded them both of this fact as he finally kissed back after a few moments. The hand that had once been fidgeting with Y/N’s free hand, making its way to her bicep to rub circles in the spot. 

The moment didn’t last long, and when she pulled away, his lips were chasing hers, “we should do this more often.”

A small smile was on his face as he stared at her with what seemed like stars in his eyes, “yeah.” He pressed a kiss to her hand, “we should.”

A/N: when i tell you season 4 made me CRY