#i gotchuu

[nomdepen]

Their time was swiftly coming to an end and, soon they'd have to return to their stations, pretending that nothing had changed. But both of them knew things would never be the same. And she didn't mind. Change had always scared her, the idea of getting acclimated to a new reality made her uneasy and it was easier to stick to what she knew was safe. Love and risk went hand in hand, though, and change was inevitable.

At the sound of Gregory's voice, Pen jumped, hand rising to her chest, to steady her racing heart. She raised her other hand to her mouth, trying to suppress a giggle before gently nudging him to go. He would write to her and she would think of nothing but his face the entire walk home.

The weight of reality felt ten times heavier when she was alone in her room. She was in love, and he loved her back. He was willing to marry her, and she would say yes. But it would not be the magical romance she had always dreamed of. There would not be a large, fancy wedding with glittering gowns and dancing. Although Pen most likely had enough money to fund a wedding of her own, she knew that a ceremony without her family would be wrong.

So, she waited. And thought. And plotted. Penelope wanted to catch her mother on a good day, one where she wasn't being harassed by solicitors or nagged to death by her daughters. It had to be a rather quiet day, so as to not interrupt any other plans with her news. But it couldn't be so quiet as to allow every ear in the house to learn of it, either. So, when her sisters announced their plans to go into town the next day, without their Mama present, Pen knew it was time. It had to be.

Tomorrow, 11, Featherington house. Love, Pen.

She wrote a quick note to Ben, hoping that her curt wording wouldn't seem either too discontented nor too urgent. But if she allowed herself to sit and write out her entire thought process, the next day would come and go before she could send word. It only needed to be enough to let him know. And she hoped it would be enough to work.

The next morning, Rae helped Pen get bathed and dressed. She informed the doorman of a possible visitor and hoped that she could trust him to hold his tongue until her visitor at least arrived. She felt jittery and nervous, a light trembling in her hands making even tying her stay a challenge. For everyone else, it was a normal day, but the events that unfolded within the next hour could very well make or break her entire life. It was daunting to think of it that way, so she tried her best not to dwell on the what-ifs. Instead, she focused on the truths she knew for certain: she loved Ben. Ben loved her. They would be together, no matter what.

"Mama," Pen called out as she tried to catch her mother's attention. "Do you have a moment?"

"Yes, what is it, Penelope?" Portia cast the question over her shoulder, maintaining her stride across the foyer.

"It's regarding a, um, a marriage proposal." She kept her voice low, but her tone urgent. The last thing she needed was her voice echoing through the halls of the Featherington estate. Her mother slowed her pace and turned to face her daughter, eyes narrowed. Pen swallowed hard, willing her nerves to stay put. "May we speak... alone?"

"Very well. Come, let us chat." Portia continued on to the drawing room, with Pen quickly scurrying along behind her. As they both swept in, Varley poked her head in the doorway, seeming to sense a foreboding in the air. Portia's eyes flicked to the older woman and back, a silent conversation happening between the two women. After a moment, her mother nodded and Varley disappeared back into the hallway.

Pen waited until she heard the door click behind her. She could feel the air in the room pulsate with each thunderous heartbeat. Each tick, tick, tick on the grandfather clock grew louder and louder as the seconds crept closer to allotted hour. If, when, Ben showed up, she would have to gather all her energy to maintain a ladylike posture. It was strange that something she'd practiced her entire life could be forgotten by the presence of a single person. But she supposed that's what love was: a weakness.

"Go on, did you receive a proposal?"

"Well, not exactly." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "It's just--"

"For goodness sake Penelope, you're making me dizzy with all that wobbling. Come, sit, and get on with it."

"Right." Slowly, she padded over to her sofa and took a seat down next to her mother. "Well, it's not exactly a proposal. Not yet." Portia's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward with interest. This was as much a proposal for her as it was for Pen, she realized. "He's a gentleman, you see, and... he wants to meet you first. To get your blessing before proposing, since father isn't here to do it."

"My blessing? Well, that's rather quixotic of him, but I suppose it could be far worse." The matriarch sat forward, clasping her hands together. "So, who is he? I don't remember seeing you speaking with anyone at the last soiree, so I'm eager to know who it is you've seduced so swiftly. Surely, it's not that Bridgerton boy? Because we all knew that fruit would never flower. Though, we ought to be grateful Whistledown didn't catch wind of your little crush before it got out of control." The comment stings, but Pen doesn't flinch. Not yet. "Anyway, tell me more about this suitor of yours. What's his name?"

"Benjamin. Tallmadge."

"Tallmadge? That doesn't ring a bell. Did he attend the Bridgerton ball? He doesn't happen to be a duke, does he? I heard that Lady Bridgerton had quite a few dukes in attendance." Pen opened her mouth to speak, but Portia pushed on. "No, no, that wouldn't have escaped by ears so easily. You're a wonderful girl, but we have to be realistic. A baron, perhaps? A baronet? Hm?"

"Well, actually, Mama, he's a--"

"Madam," Varley's voice cut through the stillness, causing Penelope to go pale. "A caller. For Miss Penelope."

Private tutoring sessions?

Unbidden, a dizziness started up in his head, then spread in a fluttery warmth toward his cheeks and chest, a shy, lopsided little grin lifting his lips as he looked away. "I can't say I've ever given those kinds of lessons before...though perhaps for once, the teacher will become the student. I've learned a lot from you -- and also about myself -- these past few weeks, Pen."

In truth, Benjamin was a little embarrassed about his history. He was certain Penelope was accustomed to rakes, to men who were well-versed with intimacy and knew their way around a woman's body, but his knowledge merely stemmed from just the once -- a passionate entanglement with his fiancée before he set off for war -- and concerned, he wondered if he would yet again be a disappointment. Sarah, after all, hadn't wished to remain his intended after their separation. What if his inexperience had partly been the cause?

Despite his despairing thoughts, Penelope's fingertips gently traced the slope of his cheek. Lifting his eyes to her face, Benjamin's melancholy smile brightened and he turned his head to kiss her palm, his lips lingering against her hand with a fond, ardent yearning. "Although I wish to inform him of your assessment, Brewster will take that as a challenge."

Chuckling, Benjamin nuzzled her palm before flashing her an impish smile. "Perhaps we should take things one 'explosion' at a time," he agreed. "After all, will our union not cause enough of a stir? Caleb and Eloise can wait their turn."

"Mr. Tallmadge?"

Jerking upright, Benjamin craned his head and listened. Gregory was searching for him in the hallway...

"Oh, hell," he muttered, though he was grinning. "I knew his studies couldn't keep him entertained for long..." With a rueful look to his eyes, Benjamin took Penelope's chin between thumb and forefinger, then lowered to capture her mouth in another kiss, heated, but somehow sweetly chaste. Parting their lips with a nuzzle, he murmured, "I'll write to you, if that method is easiest?"

[swifty-fox]

I'll give you my first born, please write part 3 of little beasts 🙏

ITS STARTED!! Ive just been so focused on kfak and bikeriders au (and a little burnt out of little beasts) but I do have some written! I've been working out what sex I want to have happen and what plot so its been. cooking

[ditttiii]

staaaarrrrrshinnnnnneeeeeee

I'm in such a good mood now. How are you babie 🥺🥺

BABY beannnnnnnn my moonieeee

i m happie YOU are happie. theres this very cute meme for this lemme find it aah

tis me @ u

[nessieartss]

can you post your new skfs art here too? 🙏🏽

I gotchuu

[kmadrigalsoto]

Nikhil understood her better than anyone else and sometimes Kimberly felt as if he knew her more than she knew herself. It’s why she always valued his opinion and would go out of her way for him. “I know…” It was easier said than done, but the constant reassurance and knowing that her best friend would be there for her no matter what was more than enough for her to shake off the nerves. “I will do my best.” she finally said after a moment of silence. “It’s just a bad…day…couple of days…maybe even weeks or months…But it’s not a bad life.” Truthfully, things could have been worse and so, she really needed to turn her mindset around and find relief in knowing that she had another chance at this life. 

“We’ll see about that.” she muttered under her breath as she slowly got off the hospital bed. Seeing him flex, Kimmie then joked in a monotone, “...I don’t know, maybe the old hag is more appealing to wheel me out…” She then slipped on a cardigan and some slippers, before doing her best to safely stretch her limbs without inducing any sort of pain and then limping over to the wheelchair to take a seat. Rolling her eyes, she then flipped her hair to the side and sat up straight as she was ready to head on out. “And they say I’m dramatic.” she mumbled at first before breaking out into a genuine smile. Nik was doing the most to keep her spirits up and she appreciated it wholeheartedly, therefore she patted his hand and said, “Thanks for doing this. Now let's go before they catch us...I swear they just want me bed ridden."

[ END. ]

The thing about their friendship was that Nik understood wholeheartedly when she got in one of these moods. He accepted it because it came from a place inside of her that just relied on that feeling. But his job was clear—remind her of how he saw her and pray that it helped. “You know I’m always going to be honest with you Kimmie, it’s why our friendship has lasted as long as it has,” he told her with a small smile before listening to her and sighing before giving her another nod. “I get that but you also know you can’t go back and change the past at all, right? So just choose to be confident about what you want now. You have that choice and I think you can do it…just know you have me in your corner, always.”

“I wouldn’t think you’re sick,”  he commented with a grin before giving her a quick shrug, “Especially given the situation right now,” Nik pointed out with a look at her current surroundings, “but ah well…I think as soon as I get a cricket helmet over your head—I’m coming at you with the bat. Don’t want to do any real damage you know?” He grinned at her before chuckling at her words and nodding before seeing the way she glared at the door. “Okay good, and yes I’m more than good to wheel you out babe, come on—it’s me.” He flexed his biceps before wheeling over the wheelchair that was already waiting in her room. “I’m not going to leave you there or leave you their mercy, thanks..I’ve watched enough hospital dramas to see how sometimes patients get left behind and I’m not risking that with you. So come on—up we get and then we’re going to enjoy some fresh air.” 

[thegoldencontracts]

Hey! Can I suggest a tired & flustered Azul or Leona? Both are personal favorites

Hihi I gotchuu anon thank you for the requestt <3

also a bit off-topic but im indian-american (not native, like the asian country) and im the same shade as as leona which is why i hate hate hate when people talk about him blushing it'd be vy hard to see and i know its so weird and theyre good writers blah blah blah just a little pet peeve

Leona Kingscholar

You were currently being pulled into the arms of none other than the Prince of Afterglow, Leona Kingscholar. That wasn't particularly new - ever since you two started dating, Leona seemed to have a newfound love of cuddling you. It was pretty cute, actually. He really did act like a big cat sometimes.

Today, though, he seemed especially tired. He was always a bit tired - you knew why, and it wasn't a pretty story, but you had to digress - today, he seemed even more tired than usual.

It made sense. He had to pull an all-nighter yesterday catching up on paperwork for the Spelldrive club, something you still couldn't believe he'd actually done instead of just throwing the job onto Ruggie.

Still, he looked just about ready to collapse. You were getting pretty concerned.

"Wanna go to bed?" You asked, taking the opportunity to card your fingers through his hair. For once, he didn't try to hide the way he leaned into the touch. He pouted, though, and at that moment, you thought your heart was going to explode.

Leona, calm, always composed Leona was pouting at you. He looked almost like a kid right now.

You couldn't help the hearty laugh that escaped you. Leona huffed at you, angling his face in a way that made his dark circles much too prominent.

"Really, though," you said. "Get some sleep. I'll be here in the morning."

Leona mumbled something.

"What was that?"

"Come with me, herbivore," he said, more mumbled, and though it wasn't visible, you could tell he was blushing. The way he couldn't meet your eyes said it all.

He was surprisingly honest today.

He probably took your silence for teasing or the like, because he turned away with a huff.

"You can," he said. "I don't really care either way."

You smiled. It was genuine, not an ounce of teasing. You weren't going to do that, now when it was already so hard for him to be more vulnerable with you. It was overjoying just to know he was being honest.

"I'll take you up on that offer," you said, and that poorly hidden smile made every moment you'd have to spend listening to him snore worth it.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was working this evening. That was fine - he'd literally taken you out on a date so custom-tailored to you it made you wonder how exactly he knew you so well yesterday, you weren't going to complain about his performance as your beloved.

But he seemed tired. No, no, that was an understatement. He seemed like he was about to pass out any moment now. And yet, by some miracle, he was still working.

You had to perform well has his beloved, too. And that meant taking care of him when he was ill - or in this case, so tired he might as well have been.

"Azul?" you called out, and the thirty seconds it took him to process your voice and turn to look at you said it all. "Don't you think you should go to bed?"

After a few seconds, he shook his head blearily.

"'Can't," he mumbled, his words slurred. "Work."

You vaguely understood what he was trying to say. He couldn't sleep, he had work to do.

But it didn't seem like he was going to get much done in his current state other than pass out.

"Sleep, please," you said, and you were honestly shocked at how gentle your voice sounded. Being in love with Azul really did things to you, huh?

"But the money!" he whined, and you couldn't help but laugh. The money? That's what he cared about right now? How much money did he actually think he'd lose from sleeping? "'Want money."

This was the love of your life. This man.

Seeing you laugh, he huffed, cheeks bright red.

"Stop laughing," he said, pouting. "Ugh. 'S why you have no money."

Cold, Azul. Cold. Even in his current state, he had to remind you of your painfully broke reality.

"Then you'll have to help me make some, then." You said, trying to appeal to his love of rambling about finance. "Why don't you teach me? We can go to your room while we're at it, more privacy that way."

He nodded shakily, cheeks still a bit pink.

"I'm very-" he cut himself off, trying to pronounce somthing. "'Nevolent. Be-ne-vo-lent. I'll help you."

"Thank you so much," you said, and he followed you to his room.

You couldn't wait to see how embarrassed he'd get in the morning.

Bonus (Of sorts):

"I said what?"

"Yeah, and your face was so red! You kept slurring over your words, too. You couldn't even say 'benevolent'! Isn't that, like, your signature word?"

"Stop teasing me already!"

[regretevatorstamps]

HOLY!!!!!!!!COW!!!!!!!!!! matching wallmark stamps w some of their dialogue together pls, dialogue iz your choice ^_<

I GOTCHUU!

Wallmark matching dialogue stamps!!

[cupidsfantasy]

heyyyy i saw you were a new and active blog and i wanted to request bakugo headcannons with a reader whos obsessed with physical touch

hiiiii and i gotchuu

LOVE AND AFFECTION 𓆩♡𓆪

katsuki x reader who's obsessed with physical touch

﹒⪩⪨﹒okay at first this man WOULD NOT let you touch him and is super resistant to it.

﹒⪩⪨﹒hes just not used to it and super uncomfortable by it but would tolerate it to an extent because he cares for you.

﹒⪩⪨﹒but overtime he'll get used to your touch. when you aren't around he would crave and miss your presence and start 'initiating' little touches himself, though he'd rather die then admit it.

﹒⪩⪨﹒in private he's more open to your touch but in public he's still his moody self but in private he's more vulnerable towards you.

﹒⪩⪨﹒your constant need for physical touch amplifies his instincts. he becomes more aware of his surroundings and more defensive when people get too close to you.

﹒⪩⪨﹒katsuki isn't big on pda but he'll show his love through small meaningful gestures. for example he'll hold your hand under the table, brushing a stray hair from your face, and letting you lean on him while watching tv.

﹒⪩⪨﹒he gets jealous when other people touch you, especially guys. but he wont go overboard, he'll just mask it with his usual attitude. it's clear though that he doesn't like other guys touching you.

﹒⪩⪨﹒ while physical touch is your love language his love language is a mix of gift giving and words of affirmation. not like the "omg you're so gorgeous babe." instead he'll say stuff like "you dont look as shitty today."

﹒⪩⪨﹒if you guys train together (he'll most likely force you) he becomes more tactile. he'll guide your movements, correct your stance, and occasionally use it as an excuse to be close to you.

﹒⪩⪨﹒if you fall asleep in his dorm while watching a movie or something, chances are he will too. subconsciously he would sleep with you in his arms and if you wake up before him and tell him about it he would deny it all the way.

﹒⪩⪨﹒overtime you develop an unspoken understanding. he doesn't need to say anything for you to know if he needs space or if he wants to feel you.

[empresskylo]

would you do headcanons if price was readers boyfriend?! 🫶🫶😮‍💨

↳ yuuhhh i gotchuu 🫶

⋆｡°✩ CONTENT WARNINGS | afab!reader, she/her pronouns used, feminine pet names used, smutty content at the end

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♡ such the gentleman. he asked you out on a proper date when he realized you both were feeling something for one another. even tho it’s really hard to do/find the time whilst working, he managed to do something cute for you.

♡ possessiveeeee! even before you were dating, when he knew he liked you, he’d act all possessive over you. all the other men knew to stay away from you or they’d get on price's bad side (they’re so dramatic). so even now, he likes to have his claim over you and makes sure everyone knows you’re his.

♡ that doesn't mean the men didn't tease him a lil bit--and by men, i mean gaz. he would team up with you a lot, or be a lil extra touchy with you in front of price, just to see him get pissed. but price couldn't really do much about it because you two weren't dating and you didn't even know he was into you like that. ♡ gaz looked at you, smirking, and you felt one of your eyebrows raise. he walked closer to you and decided to help you get situated for your upcoming mission. he was giving you a hand in securing your tactical gear, making the process go faster, when price approached. "I think she's got it." gaz looked up at him and gave him a knowing smile. "just trying to speed things up, cap." price's jaw tightened, having no choice but to keep moving unless he wanted to explain just why he was annoyed at gaz doing something so innocent as helping you.

♡ speaking of being possessive, he is also very proud to be with you. he doesn’t find the need to keep your relationship a secret even if he knows people will judge you both for it (you’re so much younger, he’s your superior, etc). he wants everyone to know.

♡ and he’s not afraid of some pda. he’ll give you little kisses randomly that catch you off guard (especially if you’re a soldier under his rank). there have been times when the others teased you about it. obviously, price didn’t care, but you always got flustered. “i’ll be back at the barrics,” price directed to you and soap who both gave him a curt nod. price leaned down towards you and before you could question him, he placed a kiss on your lips. he smirked when he pulled away, your eyes wide, your face warming. price turned to leave and soap burst into a fit of giggles. “ugh, how old are you?” you asked soap irritated, but your cheeks were inflamed and your heart was racing with something similar to embarrassment. ♡ he’s possessive, but not in an over-the-top way. like he’s not gonna freak out if he sees you talking to another guy, or if you’re wearing something skimpy. my guy is secure in himself (maybe even a little too much sometimes) and he knows no one is quite as good as him. he doesn’t worry about you leaving him.

♡ uses all the pet names for you. you were honestly impressed he managed to find so many to call you. love, doll, baby, sweet girl, baby girl, princess, lass, honey, babe, little one, brat, pet, kitten (you may have threw a shoe at him when he called you that), queen, lovely, sweetness, sweetheart, sunshine. the list goes on.

♡ he also began to call you such random shit that makes you laugh. munchkin, cutest lil lady, little foot, shorty, pipsqueak. (basically anything silly that gave off dad energy)

♡ keeps polaroids of you in his wallet <3

♡ had your name engraved in his favorite knife. also has your name engraved on a simple silver bracelet that he always wears.

♡ speaking of jewelry, he got you a locket with a picture of the two of you in it. you gave it to him to wear once when he was gonna be away from you for quite a while. he never took it off.

♡ he likes to get you flowers all the fucking time. roses, peonies, tulips, the whole lot. you’ve run out of places to put them.

♡ has been known to squat when he sees you getting tired and refusing to move until you get on his back so he can carry you.

♡ whenever he wraps his arms around you--usually when he’s spacing out--he pulls you into his chest and rests his chin on your head. his fingers will fiddle with the hem of your shirt and give you goosebumps at the tiny tickles on your skin.

♡ really likes to cuddle. he’s always reaching for you when you sit or lie down together. he wants to pull you into him. he likes to be the big spoon. you always wake up tangled in each others arms.

♡ he always lets you wear his clothes. he actually prefers it when you do. you sleep in his t-shirt. you’ll wear his hoodies. if it’s cold out he’ll take his coat off and wrap you in it. or sometimes he’ll let you wrap your arms around him and then he’ll wrap his coat around the both of you.

♡ he always falls asleep first. he'll have you pulled into his chest as you both watch tv and honestly, like 10 minutes will go by and you'll say something and he wont respond. when you tilt your head up you notice he's already out cold.

♡ and even tho he's asleep, like a superpower he can sense when you move away from him. so if you try to get up, his grip on you tightens and he'll pull you into him, rolling over with you trapped in his arms.

♡ he is always up first too. and he will often times bring you breakfast or coffee in bed. if he has to leave before you, you'll wake to find a hot coffee or tea sitting on your nightstand waiting for you.

♡ he is obsessed with your hair. he's always stroking it, or tucking it behind your ear. he likes to run his fingers through it when you're cuddling or when you're hugging him tightly. he loves when you let him wash it too.

♡ you asked him to brush it for you once while you were getting ready one day and he was just standing there watching you. he did so and was very gentle and took his time. ever since then, he loves when you let him brush your hair. it's such a random but intimate act for him.

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♡ pleasure dom! he is super dominant in bed but is also really in tune with your body and making sure you're always enjoying yourself. he gets off by getting you off.

♡ he’s really good at making you come. like, you'd think he made it his life's mission to make you feel good. and seeing you in pleasure is what always gets him going. he cant finish unless he watches you finish first.

♡ he’s so good at what he does that he’s been known to get you off over your clothes. it takes him no time at all to make you come if he wants. usually he likes to drag it out tho. and he likes to overstimulate you.

♡ nights will oftentimes consist of you fully naked while he fingers you, having already orgasmed once, and him still fully clothed. something about that power dynamic drives him crazy.

♡ he softly degrades you. “look how fuckin’ desperate you are for me, love” “this what you’ve been thinkin’ bout all day? my fingers thrusting inside you, hm? nothing else going on in that pretty little head of yours.” “oh, com’on princess, you know you have to come at least twice before i’ll give you my cock. so are you gonna be a good girl and come on my tongue one more time? yeah, i know you can handle it.”

♡ likes to hold your hand during sex. he’s eating you out? his hand is laced with one of yours. you’re sucking his dick? he grabs your hand and traces patterns aimlessly, trying not to come too fast. he’s fucking you missionary? either one or both of his hands are locked with yours. he’s fucking you from behind? he’s pulled you up against his chest, covering your hand resting against your stomach with his own.

♡ he likes when you give him blow jobs. and he enjoys praising you during it, watching as you clench your thighs from his panting words.

♡ you’ll have his cock in your mouth and he’s muttering how good you feel. he hunches over, his arms lazily resting over your shoulders, his forehead resting against the top of yours. he’ll groan and grunt, “fuck, baby, that feels so good.” “god, don’t stop, love.” “look what you do to me.” “i’m gonna fuck you so hard after this, baby.”

[seokkiez]

──── .✦ once upon a small town ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ 🧺

✶ SYNOPSIS ! : "welcome back, i missed you." those were the first words you got after moving back to your hometown from seoul, and it got on your nerves that it came from the boy you hated the most. song eunseok.

(this is a vc btw 🥶)

ningning: LITERALLY DIE

wonbin: FALL OF A CLIFF COPYCAT WTF

ningning: ME? COPY YOU? YOUR OUTFITS UGLY AF HOE

yn: WHAT ARE YOU DOING DUMBASS

eunseok: living my best life. DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM W THAT.

chansunggz joined your server

sohee: sungchan please i cant take it anymore

sungchan: gotchu babyboy

sohee: oh my god kill me

eunseok: sungchan be honest whose outfit is better? me or yn

sungchan: okay eunseok cover your ears but yns is better

yn: GOD THIS IS WHY YOU’RE THE BEST ONE HERE

sungchan: i gotchuu, you ate fr

eunseok: sungchan we’re over.

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა 5 rounds later

yn: guys we ate so bad

wonbin: FRR

ningning: still cant believe how the person with NOTHING ON won 2nd like this game is rigged fr

eunseok: okay but your outfit for movie was GOODD

ningning: thanks i know

sungchan: i can’t believe i never even got on the podium

sohee: oh you’re not ready to hear this…

all of them: your outfits sucked

sungchan: BYE just tell me you hate me and want me to die atp

wonbin: i hate you

ningning: oh!!

yn: LMFAO

sohee: awh look at us, bonding

eunseok: your outfits were ugly too

sohee: I HOPE YOUR ACCOUNT GETS BANNED

004 no i’m better

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[sidhion]

Pls pookie wookie, draw Izaack, Angus matching w/ the reader😭💗

(I need stuff to write, PLS)

I GOTCHUU POOKS

[sugarlywhispers]

☆–a.n; @hitoshisbf MOOTIE, I GOTCHUU♡ tho, idk if this is the turn you were looking for with his, but i hope at least satiates a bit of your need ;) also, i haven't written this fast anything LOOOL idk, i'm living for the angsty fics lately♡

☆–warnings; angst, alcohol consumption, a bit of smut in one paragraph lol, and of course swearing, because Shinsou is as bad as Bakugou.

Shinsou Hitoshi is not a man that shows his feelings openly. 

Everybody knows that.

So it isn’t a surprise when he returns to the agency from that hell of a fight, face blank, void of any emotion, eyes looking sleepy and tired like they always do. But there is something. Something about the way he is walking, the way he is breathing, or maybe call it his aura, that makes everyone flinch as he walks from the entrance directly towards the elevator.

From all the eyes he knows and feels looking at him, he strongly feels yours. He knows he shouldn’t close on himself and not seek help when he perfectly knows this is a moment to seek for help. For you.

But he can’t avoid it.

The guilt.

Another partner lost.

Another person died in his care.

More than one.

He is 32 years old and apparently he can’t take care of a sidekick half his age, who is already an adult, but still a baby in this profession. This fucking profession of being a hero. How many have already gone? How many have lost their lives because he wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, or even smart enough? How. Fucking. Many.

Hitoshi sighs when he’s in front of the door to his office, not really knowing how he got there; and when he enters and then turns to close it, he encounters the eyes of Midoriya Izuku who looks at him, worried and pitiful.

“It wasn’t your fault, Hitoshi,” Midoriya’s words feel more like a dagger stuck deep in his guts than the comfort he tries to give.

“How many, Midoriya… How many.”

And with that he closes the door and locks it. He doesn’t wait for his co-worker and friend's response. Hitoshi doesn’t need it. He knows it.

After throwing some of his equipment over the small couch he has in the middle of his office, Shinsou walks directly towards one of his furniture where he hides it. Alcohol. Rum, to be exact. He discovered –after a situation similar to this one– that the only thing that gives him a bit of comfort is the burn of the liquor going down his throat. He hates it, he loathes it completely. But he loves how the painful burning turns off his senses and closes down his gullet as the liquid slides inside his system. His ability to speak turns off, just as his consciousness.

He gulps down glass after glass after glass. He doesn’t care that he’s at work and by all ethics he shouldn’t be doing this here. But he doesn’t fucking care anymore.

He doesn’t care that once again one of his co-workers and two of his sidekicks died right in front of his eyes.

He doesn’t care that even if he got there a tad bit sooner, they could still be alive, he could have saved them.

He doesn’t care that it was his fault, because he got distracted from trying to follow one of those villains and didn’t stay to help his team.

But he does care. It is his fault. Everything.

Glass after glass after glass of rum, and he already feels the rise in temperature and the dizziness in his body. But he doesn’t care. He deserves feeling like this… This helpless and useless, because that’s what he is. A fucking useless piece of shit. Not even good at his own job. What would Aizawa say? Dad would agree with Shinsou. He’s just a fucking nuisance. He has been for everybody since his very first day at UA.

The rumble of knocks on his office’s door makes him groan. He doesn’t move, whomever it is should know already that he’s not going to fucking answer the door.

“Shinsou, it’s me,” your muffled voice sounds and he curses Midoriya’s name. He knows it was him who sent you. He always did whenever Hitoshi traveled down to the most inner dark places of his own mind.

He can’t not open the door to you. You are and will always be the exception to any rule. You come before anything and everyone, even his own misery. But, he had drank so much he realizes now he can't move his legs as he tries to stand up from his chair behind his desk. His arms and legs feel like gum, uncontrollable and useless gum, and he doesn't have the strength to even throw the keys closer to the door so you can grab them from under it and get yourself in. He knows, he had tried it, just now. Unfortunately, he just knocked a decorative vessel that sat at the corner of his own desk. What a shame, you have gifted him that from one of your trip missions.

“Hitoshi, what was that? Please, please, let me in,” your begging voice is something that stir so many emotions inside him.

He likes to hear it when he’s on top of you, buried so deep inside you that you beg for him. More, fast, harder, deeper. He loves it, to drive you that insane that only him can give you what you need.

Now, it sounds so desperate and sad, he hates being the reason too behind that begging.

It doesn’t pass too much time until the door is forced open. He regrets having locked it when he looks up and you’re there, standing with all that worry and fear in your eyes as your chest pushes up and down in puffs of air that you inhale. Oh. You forced it on your own. He feels proud of you. You have grown so much. So strong and so dependable.

He remembers when he met you, a small thing of eighteen years old, filled with dreams and hopes, that had just joined Hero Deku’s agency, where he also worked too. You had also been his sidekick for a while, before everyone –Hitoshi included�� recognized your strength and power and by your twenty one years old you already had sidekicks helping you on your missions.

He was so proud and mesmerized by the person and hero you have become, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help to feel things for you.

Your first kiss happened on your twenty-fifth birthday. Izuku had the idea to throw a surprise party after you came back from a mission in Osaka that day. Hitoshi would never forget the shine in your eyes when you entered the conference room, turned on the lights and everyone jumped yelling “happy birthday, Y/N!!” in greeting. You almost cried, and Hitoshi found that cute.

Shinsou was also known for liking his own space, so it didn’t take you long to finally find him at the balcony, alone and smoking his cigarette.

“You know, that thing kills you,” you closed the door of the balcony before walking and standing next to him.

He smiled, a genuine one, before saying, “Our work can kill us, did you know that?”

You rolled your eyes at him, softly pushing him with your shoulder, which made him laugh.

“Thanks for being here, Shinsou-san.”

“Ugh. Drop the honorifics already. Makes me feel old,” this time you laughed, and he took that as a queue to take out the little box he brought for you.

“What is this?” You asked receiving the little box.

“The villain’s teeth of my last fight,” you look up at him, not really amused and he snorts, “It’s your present, dumbass.”

“Couldn’t you just say that?” You protested, clearly exasperated by his jokes, which made him even fall for you more.

Hitoshi takes another drag of his cigarette as you open the box. It’s a necklace, not a very expensive one, with a pendant that has the form of a moon. To others, it might not mean shit, and maybe they would comment on how cheap the present looks. But to both of you, it had a significance. It signified all that time you spent together, patrolling and wandering the streets at night when you were his sidekick, given that both of your Quirks worked better at night.

You’re silent for a bit, and that silence worried him for a second. Then he saw the little droplets of your tears on the railing of the balcony where you are standing close to, and he sighed, throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it to turn it off.

“You’re not supposed to cry, dummy,” his hands grabbed your face and he softly tilted your head back so he could look at your face better.

He saw the tears running down your cheeks, but your eyes looked genuinely happy. Fuck, you're gorgeous, inside out.

“It’s my birthday, I can do whatever I want,” you replied back, your beautiful dove eyes not leaving his.

“That you can.” He said almost in a whisper, his eyes darting down to your lips for a second. And when he looked back at your eyes, he saw the realization in them.

“I… Can I?” He saw your eyes do the same action he did before, and fuck, yes please.

“You can.”

You stood suddenly in your tiptoes and finally connected your lips together. One of his hands slid to the back of your head as the other went down and his arm surrounded your waist, pulling you against him even closer, lips firm against each other.

Shinsou had felt on cloud nine. He still does every time you kiss him. Every time he wakes up and sees you there laying next to him, all cutesy with your sleepy-puffy face and all. Every time you come back to him, even when he told you many times before that he isn't worth it.

He doesn’t deserve you. And you deserve so much better.

“Why did you lock the door?” Your voice sounds angry, but also worried.

Hitoshi looks down again to his desk where he finds the bottle of rum almost finished. Wow. How much time has passed since he got here? The dizziness and the constant burning in his throat doesn’t let him think straight, or do the maths. So he immediately disposed of that thought. He won’t be able to find the answer either way. But he can tell that, by your worried expression, it’s been long. I mean, the almost empty bottle in front of him says much too.

“Shinsou,” you call him again. And by his surname, which means you are angry too.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks in a murmur, his voice sounding so rough and deep he barely recognizes it like his own.

He then feels hands, small delicate hands, that hold his face and turn him to the side. They feel so soft, so sweet as the thumbs caress his cheeks that he closes his eyes, feeling that knot in his throat so tight is about to explode and make him bleed til he dies.

Hitoshi takes a faltering breath as he feels your forehead press against his.

“Let’s go home, love,” your gentle voice says and he feels like crying now.

But he nods and lets you help him up.

You’re his home. So he will go anywhere with you.

When Hitoshi wakes up the next day, he feels like a truck ran over him. Bones and all heavy, his head pulsing with pain that makes him want to vomit.

He remembers vaguely what happened. And he remembers you dragging his stupid and sorry-sad ass to the apartment. With Izuku. Midoriya helped you bring him home. How embarrassing.

Hitoshi finds the strength to sit on his bed, after seeing that your side of the bed is empty. That’s weird, but it doesn’t surprise him. It is just time you finally see the scum and worthless ass he is.

He rests his elbows on his knees, holding his head with his hands. It hurts, realizing that he lost you. Hurts more than anything. How fucking hypocrite of him. Yesterday, he was moping about the death of his team members, swearing that what he felt was pain. Nothing compares to what he’s feeling now.

The tears slide through his face before he has a chance to stop them.

He never deserved you. He doesn’t even deserve to be called a Hero.

He feels like a fucking loser.

“Hitoshi?”

Your voice makes him look up instantly. And in two long strides you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him, arms around his neck.

He immediately returns the hug. And cries. Like a fucking child.

But this is you, he can do this with you. He can be vulnerable with you.

“You stayed.” He cries, feeling like a wounded animal that needs help.

But somehow, he is. Wounded. In pain. And you’re his savior, what he needs to heal.

“I’m always going to be here, love. I choose you, and I will always do.”

The fingers of one of your hands slides in his hair as his whole body shakes in his cries.

“You have to stop doing this. Nothing that happened was your fault, and if you don’t believe yourself, believe me.” You back away from him just a bit so you can look into his eyes. “Believe me when I say that it was not your fault. And believe me when I say that it’s time you stop this behavior.” He knows you’re talking about his drinking habit from this past months.

“I choose you, but you have to choose me. Or… I don’t think I’m going to want to stay here to see you lose yourself. It hurts me too much, Hitoshi.”

That gets his attention completely.

No. He can't lose you. He won’t lose you. No. No. No.

You're the one crying now, and he’s the one that pulls you up so you straddle his waist and hold your face very close to his.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I won’t… I’ll be good, I’ll be better for you, I promise.” He chants like a prayer as he kisses every part of your face as he can.

You shake your head, “No. Be good for you, be better for you. Because you deserve it. You deserve to be happy, Hitoshi.”

He doesn’t believe it. Not yet anyway.

But he believes you. He loves you. And if to cherish you how you deserve means he has to believe he’s good, he will.

He will be good for you. And with time, for himself too.

[nejjirez]

Hi. This is my first request ever, but I was wondering if you could write prowler Miles introducing his gf (y/n) to his mom or uncle.

gotchuu , i been wantin to do this ty for requesting !

♡ Meeting his parents ♡

pairing: e!42 miles x !blk fem reader

genre: fluff

miles = purple you = pink (your name for the story is jaiya.)

a/n: IM SORRY IF SOME OF YALL ARENT BLACK BUT MY POSTS ARE MAINLY BLACK READER SO LIKE .. if you dont like it scurry on!

miles was chillin in his room , otp with you and laughing bein happy.

"nahh wym you dont care?" miles laughed , joking around with you , smilin and cheesin his ass off. "i said i dont caree" you turned towards the camera , giggling and then going back to what you were doing , all ears to hear what he had to say.

"mmmhm ight" miles grinned , setting his phone up on his gaming table , leaning back in his gaming chair .

you stared for a few seconds , laughing low and turning back to your room. "sum funny mami?" he teased. "nah , you look fine tho ." this made miles laugh slightly , covering the bottom half of his face with his hand to hide his face. "thank u mami but that's all u" as soon as you went to reply , you heard miles's door open.

"miles- oh who's this?" you heard a female voice , making you perk up and look at the phone screen (gf instincts) . you looked and saw a Hispanic woman with her hair tied to the side in a braid. "oh this my girl that i was talkin about ma"

you smiled to yourself at miles's comment , as he pointed at you to the screen. miles looked at you , and smiled "ma , this is my mom" he said as rio waved.

"hii mrs morales !!" you smiled and waved at her. she smiled raising her eyebrows looking at miles. "ouu i like this one. whats your name sweetie?" she crossing her arms smiling , waiting for your response

"I'm jaiya , nice to meet you" you beamed , smiling with your teeth. miles smiled at your beauty. "well , jaiya you should come over to see me sometime ! i'm pretty sure you've been here before.." she said , glaring at miles knowing he snuck you in a few times. "uh .. sorry about that mrs morales but yes i'd love to!"

"alright does tomorrow sound good for you?" rio asked , now invested in getting to know you to make sure you're best for miles. "mhm , of coursee"

I wanna make a part 2 to this .. but i'm lazy ..

[solusbane]

for the ppl who think abt the scar on dongsoo's palm i gotchuu

[sukunasweetheart]

Poe :0

Do you have any song recommendations for a sukuna x shy reader ? I need to expand my relationship music library

aur my goodness I GOTCHUU... thank u for requesting me this lemme go and dig through my playlists... i have a bunch of soft songs that could work for shy reader maybe 👀 i apologise if some are too angsty or mellow and a bit OOC for someone like sukuna... but let me dream please...

Lamp - Hatachi no Koi

Kali Uchis - Melting

Lee Jun Hyung - Monologue

Laufey - Valentine

Wave to Earth - Seasons

Matt Maltese - Everyone Adores You (at least I do)

Jannabi - for lovers who hesitate

Chloe Moriondo - small

Cigarettes After Sex - Heavenly

i tried to make sure the lyrics also matched up with a shy reader, so i hope theyre to your liking 👉👈

[sanaoria]

I NEED MORE ANGSTY SMAUS WHERE READER IS MAD AND STUBBORN😞😞

I gotchuu — I like alternating between different types of readers, that’s why this one was different!