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red-elric · 1 year ago
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the straw hat pirates are so funny bc zoros a celebrity lmfao. its like 'hahaha some kids are pretending to be pirates thats cute. is that john cena'
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cuteniaarts · 5 months ago
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Part 2 of my set of presents for my dear @katkastrofa’s birthday, combined with a small belated commemoration of LaF’s tenth anniversary :)
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I know I’ve said it countless times yesterday, but once again, happy birthday, Kat!! I hope this year brings you many, many good things, everything you deserve and so much more. Thank you for being my friend <3
#my art#artists on tumblr#the legend of korra#Kat and Nia and their multiverse of madness#Lost and Found#the red lotus#P’Li#original character#LaF Lien-Hua#I find it’s better viewed with the screen brightness lowered a little :)#my first time trying for a background this detailed and I’m quite happy with the result#the house in the bg isn’t theirs#just a random one I put there to fill the space#I’m not sure what the context here is. maybe they’re walking home after playing outside all day and Lien insisted they watch the sunset#in my head this takes place.. maybe a few months Before. so it’s rather bittersweet when you think about it#but I don’t wanna focus on that for now#originally I just redrew my RL week young P’Li piece for fun. it wasn’t gonna be a gift#but then I realised I didn’t have the spoons the complete my original gift idea#so I decided to add in lien-hua and in the process of colouring decided there should be a background#and I’m very very happy with how it turned out#so I hope you like this too <3#I don’t have time to rant in the tags much longer bc I have to get to grandma’s#but I’m getting rather emotional over little P’Li#over Lien too but I’m always emotional over her. she’s always a small child in my mind#P’Li is usually an adult. or at least 15 like in LaF#here’s she’s what. 11? a baby. she doesn’t know what fate has in store for her yet#so for now.. she’ll play outside and watch the sunset with her sister. completely none the wiser to what awaits#and maybe in another world… it could have stayed this way forever#okay I’m gonna stop before I start crying#a gutpunch for a hornykick. a fair trade off. no? 😁
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akascow · 4 months ago
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just watched 21 jump street and looked up the cast bc thats what i do when i watch movies and found out that there was a tv show also named 21 jump street that the movie was a kinda sorta but not really sequel to the show and that the random cameo with johnny depp at the end was in fact not a random famous comedic actor cameo at all bc he was like the main character in the original tv show and that led me down a weird rabbit hole (incoming pun not intended) and learned about the other cops in that show one of them being Judy Hoffs which if youre like me ur former disney brain immediately connected that to Judy Hopps from zootopia and looked it up to see if it was intentional and apparently the name (and job) similarities were not supposed to be a reference on the zootopia team's part and its "just a play on how rabbits jump" and they were "unaware of the 21 jump street character when naming judy" which i think is some pretty big bullshit because theres no way a character who's first name is Judy and last name is hopps (spelled with two P's the way hoFFs is spelled) and just so happens to also be a young and brand new cop is just a crazy random coincidence
#no paragraph breaks bc this is how my brain works when im in lore deepdive mode#no ones gonna read this but whatever#anyway i didnt think id like 21 jump street the movie bc i usually hate 2010s R- comedy movies#and like anything jonah hill is in HAHA#but i figured ive gone long enough not knowing its references and also i felt like doing a channing tatum binge#bUt i actually giggled at a few jokes i hate to say#most of them were on channings part hes pretty funny. cant stand jonah hill tho sorry not sorry#also they look nothing alike but the amount of times i mix up tom hardy and channing tatum in my head is fucking crazy#anyway#kats movie rants#also i'll bring this up in everything thats relevant but i fucking love Zootopia ive seen it so many times#ive read and watched so many concept videos of the movie in preproduction and making ofs and docu's of that movie omfg#also yes i love nick wilde no not like that hes just silly goofy okay i just love suave sarcastic (fox) characters i swear#every time i remember how the movie plot was supposed to go (shock collars) another little piece of me dies inside because#goddamn its such a good and heartwrenching concept and i still wanna see it on the big screen SO BAD#especially all the test animations and storyboards they already did for that plot line OUGH IT LOOKED SO GOOD#and the fact that the supposed building that nick owned in the concept can be seen (delapadated) in the bkrd of the movie in a scene too BR#god i cant stop talking about it now oh god i unleashed my own beast i need to stop im stopping okay goodnight#yeah so if u cant tell i really love zootopia HAHA
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cinematicnomad · 8 months ago
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my brother's short film COFFEE & YELLOW ROSES was accepted to the seattle film festival! all of the films in the festival are available to stream for the cost of one ticket ($15) through june 13th. if you feel so inclined, please watch his film and rate it highly at the end!
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recallthename · 5 days ago
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best part about cristina leaving grey's when she does is that she doesn't wind up with owen
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lavelans · 1 year ago
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me watching one piece live action and seeing a clown that can cut itself to pieces: dribbles the clown???
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ba9go · 6 months ago
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(nsfw) bakugou katsuki finds you annoying (you drive him crazy)
mdni 🔞 katsuki being down bad for reader. heavy petting with a lot of sexual tension! 🫢
can be read with part 1 and part 2, or as a standalone too
after coming to terms with his feelings for you, bakugou thought that things would get simpler for him.
he was wrong. very wrong.
the two of you started spending more and more time together. eating lunch together, visiting each other's room after school, going to the gym together.
at some point, bakugou became "katsuki" to you.
"kat-su-ki," you said slowly, dragging his name out as if every syllable was meant to irk him. bakugou freezes, sitting cross-legged in front of you on your bed.
"katsuki." you repeat, watching him carefully with a small, tentative smile that makes his palms annoyingly sweaty. "is that okay?"
"yeah." bakugou, no, katsuki, clears his throat, and runs a hand through his hair. "katsuki's fine."
you ask katsuki to spend the night in your dorm room, and though katsuki disagrees with you calling it a sleepover (to him, it's not a sleepover unless there are face masks and pillow fights involved, but he's not telling you that) katsuki finds it hard to say no to you.
later, you fall asleep in his arms, breathing softly against his chest, and katsuki thinks he's going to die from how hard his heart is beating against his ribcage.
he stares into the darkness and tries to fall asleep, but all he can think about is how soft you feel against his body and the way your warm breath gave him goosebumps when you whispered "goodnight, katsuki" into his neck.
katsuki thinks you’ve ruined his own name for him, because now he doesn’t want to hear it unless it’s coming from you. and god, the things he would do to hear you say his name, over and over and over again.
katsuki wants to. he wants so badly, to make you say his name over and over again, and he thinks it would be so easy to do too. you’re easy to fluster, easy to tease. katsuki wants to make you come apart at his touch, under him. katsuki wants to take you, piece by piece, wants to watch the way you unravel before him.
it gets worse when you started stealing katsuki’s shirts.
katsuki’s heart damn near burst when he came back to his room after the gym to see you cuddled up in his bed, completely engulfed in one of his shirts. he closed the door behind him quietly and stared at your peaceful sleeping face. ‘this must be what cuteness aggression feels like’, katsuki thinks, as he’s hit with the sudden urge to reach over and bite your face off.
he feels stupid, sneaking around in his own room as he tries his best not to wake you and fails miserably. he freezes as you stir awake, sitting up in his bed. your hair is sticking out in ways that katsuki wants to make fun of you for, but he’s too transfixed on the little yawn you let out as you stretch like a content house cat on his bed.
“katsuki,” you murmur, rubbing your eyes groggily. you smile at katsuki and it’s so sleepy and a little droopy and it drives katsuki fucking crazy, and you don’t even know it. god, you piss him off.
“you’re back,” you say sweetly. “you gonna shower?”
“i should shower,” katsuki responds, but makes no move to prepare for said shower. instead, he walks over to his bed, to you, and you open your arms invitingly and how could katsuki ever deny you?
he lets you wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face into his chest. he’s still sweaty from working out, but here you are, nuzzling into his shirt, again like a damn cat that’s all too affectionate. you hum happily when katsuki pats your head.
“you smell so good,” you moan the words into his shirt. it’s innocent, but it drives katsuki insane all the same. he can never think straight when it comes to you, not when you’re all he can think about. his head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, and he never knows what to do with himself.
“i’m dirty,” katsuki’s throat is so dry when he chokes out the words.
“so?” you giggle as you look up at him with big, happy eyes, and katsuki is fully reduced to putty in your hands. he’s wrapped around your pretty little finger. “i like it when you’re dirty.”
“yeah?” katsuki lets his hand fall to your neck. he holds your neck gently, barely even squeezing, but the effect it has on you is instantaneous. you become almost limp in his hold, eyes half-lidded as you let out a shaky sigh from your parted lips.
“‘suki,” you whisper. “come here,” you say, but you already have him in your arms, so katsuki presses his lips against yours instead.
katsuki never really knows what to do when it comes to you; he just knows how much he wants you, how you drive him crazy with want, so he listens to those desires until he has you moaning into his mouth when he sucks on your tongue, until he has you rutting your hips back and forth when he slips a leg between your thighs, until he has you coming apart the way he’s always fantasised.
“thank you, ‘suki,” you sound so pretty breathless and it makes katsuki want to steal your breath away even more. “feels so good.” katsuki realises that you’re still grinding against him and it’s so, so adorable.
“yer so annoyin’,” katsuki scolds you lightly, but the smirk on his face is anything but annoyed as he slips a hand between your legs and touches you properly, right where you need it most.
it’s so fucking annoying, the way you drive him insane, but watching you twitch and writhe under him, listening to you beg and moan, so pretty and needy for him, katsuki thinks it’s not so bad, being batshit crazy for you.
maybe part 4. i need to write a bratty yn who loves talking smack just to piss kats off so he’ll fuck em harder 🤪🤪
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socialkid · 6 months ago
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Imagine…
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You’re a well known actress, and your name is pretty big. Like Zendaya big. And your fiancé Katsuki Bakugou is your pro hero boyfriend. Perfect couple right? No literally you are. He goes with you to all your interviews, tapes all of your auditions, and manages to get on your set AT LEAST one time.
Well recently you got casted in a show about an zombie outbreak. You play a main yet supporting character named Halle, a 19 year old girl who is apparently the only survivor left of her family.
Lucky for you the producer highly respects your boyfriend, and he’s allowed to watch you on set whenever. He sits in a chair the directors provide for him every time you film.
He usually supports you and he’ll peak at you from his phone a couple times, but it’s nothing he’s never not seen before.
Now when Bakugou’s passing by his staff’s cubicles and work area in his angency, and he keeps hearing them discuss about ‘Dead of Night’ (your new show) he’s genuinely intrigued.
Apparently the show’s gon viral. And everyone is talking about it. “Yeah, you haven’t seen it yet? I swear you live under a rock.” pro hero Charge Bolt told him. I mean technically he has watched it, he watched you film it! But now that he realizes, he can’t even spell out the plot.
So one day when Bakugou finds the time, he plops down on your sofa and clicks on your series.
Safe to say he might be intrigued…
Now when he watches he’s locked in. Snacks and all, and if he blinks he’s rewinding. It’s all he watches, he’s so interested in the show and can be considered a piece of the show’s fandom.
Now when you’re filming the show, Katsuki shows up a whole lot less. When the directors yell cut and your eyes pan to his empty chair. Katsuki gives you every excuse under the sun as to why he didn’t show up a certain day. You figured maybe he just got bored watching you film and didn’t know how to tell you, so you shrugged it off. You had no clue he was heavily avoiding spoilers. You didn’t even know he watched your show.
So a couple years pass and your show gets renewed for it’s third season. Unfortunately this season, Halle meets her fate. You recorded your last scene for the show, episode 10. Not a dry eye from the media.
The day your character’s death airs is a tragic day for your fans. Especially Bakugou. Mid way through the show as he slurps his spicy ramen his jaw is floored when your character passes. Noodles immediately discarded back into the cup.
So when you get back home and your boyfriend is quietly laying down on the sofa, watching a corny kids cartoon, you’re lost. “Hey Kats.” You say hanging your coat on the rack as you entered. He only replied with a mumble, something along the lines of “hey how was filmineejdirk”. The room was dim, the shades were drawn, and your boyfriend showed no signs of getting up. Was he depressed or something?
You quietly sat down next to him, glancing at the colorful show in front of him. “Katssss…what’s wrong?” You finally asked. No response. Then he slowly shifted upwards, now sitting up to face you. “Halle died.” He responded. He actually looked fustrated.
You were actually shook, you weren’t even aware that your boyfriend was one of the shows viewers. It sort of made up for him not being at your interviews and filming days.
“I’m sorry baby, but I mean I’m still here.” You said, now opening your arms out to embrace him. He took the opportunity, and pulled you into his arms, leaning back onto the sofa once again.
“I know,” he muttered into your neck, tickling your skin, “Yer not Halle though.”
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peachsukii · 9 months ago
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There’s something so intimate about getting wounded on the battlefield when defending someone you love, especially when you haven’t started dating yet.
I imagine early 20s Bakugo going to assist pro hero reader, not doubting your strength, but because he needs to know you’re okay after the communicator went radio silent. He arrives on scene, watching you go toe to toe with the most wanted villain in the area. It’s only for a moment before he rushes in, but he’s entranced with the way your body moves as your ducking and weaving attacks - the moves he taught you.
The fight goes on for a few more blows before the villain lands a successful shot on you both - nothing fatal, but enough to hurt like a bitch. Bakugo’s grumbling to get himself out from underneath the rubble that’s fallen atop him after slamming into a nearby building. He looks up and catches the moment you’re knocking the villain flat on his ass with one hell of a punch. Huffing, you run to his side and start shoving debris off of him, blood and sweat dripping from your forehead as he watches you in silence.
“Here,” you hook your arms under Bakugo’s, holding onto his back in an embrace. “Hold on to me, I’ll pull you out.”
And he does without hesitation - any excuse to be close with you. When he’s fully freed, you pull back to do a once over to see if he’s hurt, starting the standard hero evaluation. He stops you, insisting he’s fine before cradling your face with his dirtied glove.
“Are you okay? Scared the shit outta me when your comm went dark.” He wipes away some dried blood from your chin. “I rushed over thinkin’ you were in trouble.”
You can’t help but laugh, flattered that he’d ditch his current position to come help you. “I must’ve smashed it during the fight. I didn’t even notice until now.”
“Dumbass, be more careful!” Bakugo scolds, shaking his head dramatically. “I need ya in one piece for our dinner date tomorrow.”
A smile crosses your face, tilting your head into his hand. “I’m alright, Kats, no worries. Besides, I would expect you to deliver it to me in the hospital if that were the case. No way am I letting a broken bone stop me from eating your cooking!”
Bakugo wouldn’t admit how much that made his stomach cartwheel and heart flutter in his chest, so he chooses to cover it with a grin instead.
“Good. Now let’s turn this fucker in and head back.”
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irisintheafterglow · 2 months ago
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co-parenting a dog with pro!katsuki means having horrendously wrapped christmas presents.
"hey, kats?" you're about to open the door to the living room when he quickly calls out a warning.
"don't come in here right now!" your hand hovers over the door handle, eyebrows pinching in confusion.
"is something wrong?"
"wrapping presents," he replies with the tiniest air of frustration. you think you hear a hissed move, damn it! but figure it's just the sound of the heater roaring to life.
"i thought we agreed we would wrap each other's presents when the other wasn't home," you point out and you get a grunt of assent. you take it as permission. "i'm gonna open the door now--"
"don't! 'm not done yet!" there's whispering and shuffling on the other side of the door but you genuinely can't make out what the urgency is all about.
"bakugo katsuki, i have literally seen you shit-faced wasted," you command. "i don't care about your wrapping paper job, so i'm gonna open the door now." before he can implore you to wait, you appear in the doorway and pause.
now what the hell is going on here?
on his knees in the living room with two hands shoved under your gigantic shepherd mix's butt, katsuki freezes and both the dog and your boyfriend's eyes go wide. it takes you a second to process what's happening here, before realizing where your dog decided to rest her body. you burst out laughing unexpectedly, a loud, echoing laugh that bounces off the kitchen cabinets.
"are you trying to lift my damn dog?" katsuki gapes in protest.
"she sat on the wrapping paper and i can't get her off!" he narrows his eyes in thought for a moment. "also, she's our damn dog. i have to deal with her as much as you do."
"i'm not so much dealing with her as i am living with her," you say, making kissy noises to beckon the dog off the paper. it wrinkles and tears holes under her paws and she smacks katsuki with her fluffy tail as she approaches you for much-needed affection. "look at you, puppy. is katsuki being a meanie?"
"she started it," he huffs, sitting back against the couch. "tried to tell her to stay on her bed, but she would just come over and be a bother."
"i was on a work call for an hour, and you can't get the dog to stay in one place?" he shrugs a broad shoulder and you crawl over to sit beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder.
"did you try moving her bed over here?"
"yeah, and she just wanted to sit on the paper anyway, so there was no point." your dog completes the trio and lies down next to you, putting her head in your lap. you can feel his irritation radiating under his black long sleeve, the way his cheeks were slightly red with indignance.
"why're you frustrated, baby?"
"the paper looks like shit now, but every time i yell at her to move, she flinches away and looks sad," he mumbles in deep thought. "i don't wanna scare her, but i also wanna just wrap the damn presents."
"maybe she wants to help," you offer.
"she ain't got thumbs, sweetheart," he deadpans.
"how about you keep her occupied and i'll do the paper job myself? that way we're all engaged in some way." your boyfriend considers this for a minute before a small smirk appears on his face, glancing at the dog resting on your legs.
"i think i have a better idea."
when it comes time for the class 1a's annual christmas celebration, they watch bakugo lay out a crumpled piece of wrapping paper in the middle of the floor. before they can ask what he's doing, he motions to the dog and she happily lays down, ready to be included in whatever holiday festivities were occurring.
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angelbaby191 · 3 months ago
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Good Morning
Kirishima x Bakugo x Reader
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Sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window, softened by the light gray curtains you’d pulled closed the night before, casting a gentle glow over the room. Katsuki let out a low groan, shifting beneath the covers as he squinted against the brightness, his hand rubbing at his eyes.
It took him a moment to register the warmth pressing against his side. Eijiro was curled up next to him, one arm slung around Katsuki’s waist, their legs tangled together beneath the blanket. For a second, Katsuki considered pushing him off—this wasn’t their usual sleeping position, after all—but the steady rise and fall of Eijiro’s breathing lulled him, making it easy to relax into the comfort of their shared warmth.
Eijiro stirred a moment later, his forehead pressing against Katsuki’s shoulder, a faint smile playing at his lips as he mumbled something unintelligible. His eyes fluttered open, and he let out a quiet laugh as he took in their position.
“Morning, Kat,” he muttered, his voice rough with sleep.
Katsuki scowled, though his heart wasn’t in it. “Don’t start with that cutesy morning crap.”
Eijiro just chuckled, though his hand gave Katsuki’s waist a little squeeze. “Whatever you say.” His gaze drifted to the bedside table, where two glasses of water sat waiting for them, already beaded with condensation. The sight made him smile, the thought of you anticipating their rough morning warming him from the inside.
Katsuki grabbed the glass, sitting up with a groan as he took a long drink. The water was cold, refreshing, and he could practically feel the relief washing over him with every sip. Eijiro reached for his own glass, mirroring him with a grateful sigh.
“You think they’re awake already?” Eijiro asked, glancing toward the door.
A faint clatter from the kitchen answered the question for him, and the two of them shared a knowing look. Even in the hazy aftermath of last night’s party, it didn’t surprise either of them that you’d be up first, taking care of things. Katsuki couldn’t help the little smirk that tugged at his lips as he ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to tame it a bit.
“Guess we should get up,” he muttered, though there was a reluctance in his tone. It was rare for them to have a lazy morning like this, waking up in a tangle of limbs and surrounded by the warmth of each other.
Eijiro grinned, stretching before throwing off the blankets. “Yeah, they're probably making breakfast, too. You know they always spoil us after nights like these.”
They shuffled out of the bedroom, bleary-eyed but a little more awake, the scent of something warm and savory drawing them toward the kitchen. As they approached, the comforting aroma of your cooking filled the apartment—eggs, a hint of melted cheese, and something else that made Katsuki’s stomach rumble, despite his lingering hangover.
There you were, standing at the stove, dressed in one of Eijiro’s oversized hoodies, its sleeves rolled up to keep out of the way as you carefully stirred a pan of scrambled eggs. A plate of toast was already stacked on the counter, along with two mugs of coffee waiting beside it.
Eijiro leaned against the doorframe, a fond smile on his face as he watched you. “Morning, baby.” he called softly.
You turned to look at them, smiling as they walked in, your eyes taking in their rumpled, sleepy forms. “Morning, sleepyheads,” you teased, turning back to the stove. “I figured you’d need a little fuel after last night.”
Katsuki’s smirk was barely hidden as he stepped closer, grabbing one of the mugs and taking a sip. “You know us too well,” he muttered, the warmth of the coffee soothing his throat.
Eijiro reached for the plate of toast, nibbling on a piece as he came up beside you. “You didn’t have to do all this, you know,” he said, though the grateful tone in his voice was unmistakable. “We’d have survived.”
You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful nudge with your elbow. “Please. I know how you two get. Besides, I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed.”
Katsuki looked away, hiding the hint of a smile that tugged at his lips as he settled into a chair at the kitchen island. There was something grounding, comforting, in the way you just knew them, how you anticipated these little needs without being asked. Eijiro slid into the seat beside him, his usual brightness subdued but still warm as he bit into his toast.
“Anything we can help with?” Eijiro asked, though his tone suggested he was perfectly content just to sit there, watching you.
You shook your head, plating the scrambled eggs and passing the dishes over to them. “Just eat. That’s help enough.”
Katsuki let out a contented hum as he dug in, the warm, cheesy eggs a perfect cure for his pounding headache. Eijiro was quieter than usual, his gaze drifting between you and Katsuki, a soft look in his eyes as he took in the peacefulness of the morning.
For a few minutes, the kitchen was filled with the quiet sounds of breakfast—mugs clinking, the scrape of forks against plates, and the gentle hum of the city outside the window. It was simple, but there was something about the routine that felt deeply satisfying, like an unspoken promise of many more mornings like this.
As you sat down with your own coffee, Katsuki caught your eye, his expression surprisingly soft. “Thanks, angel. For… you know, takin’ care of us.”
You waved off his gratitude, but the warmth in your smile gave you away. “Of course. I kind of like having you two around, after all.”
Eijiro’s hand found yours beneath the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Good. Because we’re not going anywhere.”
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red-elric · 1 year ago
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man i wanna be annoyed w sanji for how he talks about nami but its so hard bc hes fucking RIGHT kahdjjdbsndjsj. yes she DOES deserve to be waited on hand and foot. yes she IS more attractive for betraying the crew. yes i WILL forgive her for literally anything she does. like i cant get mad at him hes saying what were all thinking!!!!
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cuteniaarts · 7 months ago
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Small drawing collection of my latest creation Emran as a teenager/freshly minted Air Acolyte, for my dear partner in unhinged OC shenanigans @katkastrofa, as promised <3
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#my art#artists on tumblr#the legend of korra#original character#I need to figure out a way to tag these guys#like with renny and dori I just put sotrl in front of their names and that works#but emran is technically an LaF character. though not uniquely tied to that verse. and idk what to do with Ila and Alasie#maybe I need to have some unique oc tag or smth. I’ll figure it out#if you’re wondering why I stayed up until half past 7 a.m to draw this it’s because I needed some way to cool down#after the kuviren smut absolutely broke my brain#and what better way to do that than by drawing my sweet baby boy?#yes lmao he went from baby girl to baby boy in like 24 hours. fucking sue me#but actually. actually!! they’re both. they contain multitudes :)#they probably haven’t even realised that at this point and are still in disguise#convinced that she’ll be punished for her deceit if anyone found out that she’s actually a girl#(okay off topic but the switching pronouns are really fun lmao)#but give them time. they’ll figure it out soon enough. in these pieces they’re slowly getting used to temple life#and that is the first step to self acceptance#I’m actually extremely proud of these. especially the one with the apple basket. I feel like the androgynous vibes are really there#and he looks like his brother the most in it#but the others are fun too. I loved doing the portrait. I should do them more often#and.. I will admit. I traced the lemur. I can barely draw people okay how do you expect me to draw animals#but I just think that Aiza would really love a little lemur friend#animals don’t judge and she doesn’t have to watch herself around them. she can just be. plus the lemurs are really cute <3#I want to eventually do a companion to this with Aiza instead. maybe from back before she ran away#probably something based on reflection from Mulan too bc the vibes are there. though.. to be completely honest#I’d say they have a lot more of Shurochka Azarova’s vibes than Mulan. but that’s just my love for Soviet cinema taking over#it’s essentially if mulan fought napoleon instead. and when discovered instead of left to die they promoted her to lieutenant 😁#I realise the comparison is completely incomprehensible to everyone but me but.. go watch the hussar ballad. it’s free on YouTube with subs#okay enough rambling. i shall now go to bed. @ Kat I hope this brightens up your morning at least somewhat. I love you!!
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monarchberrysblog · 2 months ago
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JINGLE BELL !! 𝒻𝓉. 𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒶
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art credit to @/willowo13 at X or @/slushdraws.bsky.social at blue sky!
synopsis: spending the holidays with a domesticated black cat! Miguel leaves to homey touches with red satin ribbons.
word count: 1.4k words
tags: gn! reader (if I did use pronouns I apologize in advance), dominant/submissive dynamic, reader wears lipstick, overstimulation, oral sex, a little twist in the middle 🤭 MINORS DNI
author’s note: happy holidays to my beautiful followers! this fic came to me while decorating for the holiday season. hope you all enjoy it! (this is honestly the most unhinged piece of smut I worked on. I kept laughing ngl. If it feels choppy, i apologize. I can't take this seriously.)
🎄 not proofread!! 🎄
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“Can you help me with the ribbons?” You called into your apartment, hoping a particular pair of ears would prick and rush to your aid. Yet, alas, no one came to you. “If you help, I'll make you some chicken alfredo.” The sound of rummaging was enough for whoever it was to drop whatever they were doing and dash into the living room with a boyish grin and grey sweatpants.
“Really?” Miguel beams, stepping into the semi-messy living room littered with wrapped boxes. “No, just help me with the decorations.” You dismiss him and toss a bundle of neatly cut red ribbons and a clear baggie of little golden bells. He frowns but takes a seat next to you. “I thought that you said you got this.”
“Well, I don't.” You huff as you swat the strips of gift-wrapping tape off your fingers. “I got too many gifts for Mayday.” You disregard the soft teddy bear on the couch, hearing the soft toy squeak in contact. “I told you, two gifts would have been enough. But you got four instead.” You put a defensive hand up and hand him the unwrapped toy to him.
“Just wrap the gift, O’Hara.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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The iridescent, colorful lights highlighted the apartment’s coziness as you sat on the floor, wrapping presents together. His calloused hands worked with the silk ribbon, attaching a golden bell to add to the aesthetic of the festive wrapping paper. He rested his hands on his lap, annoyed with the wrapping process.
He glances at the colorful tree, remembering how you probed him for putting up decorations in a specific form. He absentmindedly smiles at the memory but stops when you shove the last wrapped present under the tree. “And we’re done! Thanks for helping, Migs. But for real, I'll cook some pasta now since it is almost dinner time.” Miguel nods, watching you get up and making your way to him.
He instinctively leans toward you as you squat down to him and plant a forehead kiss, leaving your lip stain behind on his skin.
If he could, he would purr at the gesture. Instead, he smiles and slowly blinks, looking up at you. “I appreciate you.” He whispers. You giggle at his words and shake your head. “You’re an idiot.” You pick up the tubes of wrapping paper, leaving behind the ribbons and bells on the floor for Miguel to pick up.
He grabs the baggie of bells, the mini instruments colliding with one another in the small bag. He stops when he holds the bundle of unused ribbon and wraps it around his hand. An idea invaded his brain.
You stir away, taking precautions in case the noodles stick to the bottom of the hot pot. “Hey babe,” Miguel calls out to you as you focus on the boiling bubbles before you. “Yeah?” You call back in return, sprinkling some salt into the steaming water. “Can you take a look at this?” He calls out.
“Not right now, Migs. I'm wanting to make sure this doesn't stick like last time.”
“Just for a second, nena. Please…”
You glance away from the boiling pasta and glare at Miguel through your large frames, and there he is. The red, satin bow tied loosely at the base of his shaft, the tiny golden bell against one of his balls. “Miguel—” You choke out, fighting back the laughter of the red bow tied around his dick. “Unwrap me,” He comments, suggestiveness in his voice, but fails, not taking himself seriously with the flimsy ribbon against his shaft, tickling his length.
He breaks into a fit of laughter, covering his face immediately.
“Miguel, take it off.” You choke, walking towards him.
“That's the point. Unwrap me.”
“Not like that!” You wheeze into a fit of laughter, clutching onto your aching stomach. “Miguel, take it off!”
You soon stumble close to him, fanning yourself. You throw yourself into a fit of coughs and finally sigh. “Put your sweatpants back on...” You gently grasp his bicep for support, taking a deep breath. “Aw fuck…” You glance down once more and see his hardened cock, his tip leaking out precum, staining the tiled floors of your apartment. “You're making a mess.” The air in the room changes, the boiling pasta no longer being at your attention. The attention moves to him instead.
You collect yourself and look at his hardening length. The noise of bubbles boiling fades as you reach down, gently pulling the extra skin from his tip, and see the familiar mauve color. His breathing hitched, and the pads of your fingers felt new once again as your pointer finger grazed his slit.
You look up at him and see him bite his bottom lip, holding back any noises he is about to produce in the next forty minutes. You look at him with pleading eyes, tracing around the slit with your pointer finger. He swallows dryly and nods, giving you the green light.
You get on your knees, the cold tile floor picking on the skin on your knees. You continue to trace the slit for a brief moment before you stick your tongue out and kitten-lick the salty precum off. The taste made you melt as you kissed it and immediately sucked on his tip, salivating at the taste. Your hands ball up to fists as you continuously take more of him in your mouth, drooling on his length. You continue on with labored breathing until something soft grazes your cupid’s bow.
The damn ribbon. You pull away, taking a breather as you grab the ends of the ribbon and trace his length. A gutteral groan escaped from the back of his throat, involuntarily thrusting towards you, the small bell ringing from the movement. (what the hell am I writing 😭)
“The ribbon stays on.”
“But—”
“It stays on.”
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The litter of kiss marks contrasted his tan skin, the marks decorated around his happy trail, but the mess stayed at his tip, the color red mashed with mauve well.
The faint traces of red smudge your lip area, giving him an amusing sight. You, on your knees, sucking and choking on on his dick while you caressed his balls in between your fingers.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he looks down and sees you eagerly sucking him off. Thin, sticky strands of drool found their way down with gravity, the clear drops landing on your cleavage and the floor. “Easy there…” He groans, his hand cupping your cheeks and gently thrusts into your throat.
A strained choke escapes as you place a gentle hand on his thigh. “Sí lo puedes aguantar, carino…” He rasps, tugging at your hair gently. “Ahí, carino.” The jingle of the bells greets your ear cavity, reminding you of the bell that nestled close to his balls, adding to the festive spirit.
A familiar warmth returned to your eyes as you looked up at him, barely holding on to the torturous throat fuck. The warm liquid from your eyes escape, leaving wet streaks of tears on your skin. The rings of the bells become sloppy, matching his chaotic thrust patterns.
“Ya mero, ya casi…” He groans, his patterns uneven as the clash of warmth greets your mouth and throat. He pulls out immediately, his sticky residue decorating your puffy, messy lips.
You lean toward him, chasing more of the salty taste, opening your mouth wide.
He reaches down, pumping more at his aching length, giving you what you desire. The milky discharge lands on your tongue as you look up with doe eyes, seeing him desperately trying his best to please you. He groans inaudibly, finally putting his softening dick to a rest.
Silence fills the kitchen immediately before he helps you up from the floor and unties the ribbon from his shaft and disregards the soaked ribbon and bell into the trash.
He gently moves your hair back in place before the pot on the stove sizzles, pouring the over-boiling water onto the stove. On the tips of your toes, you rush to turn off the stove while wiping your lips with your sweater’s sleeve. The result of black, burnt pasta showed, the smell of charred food filled the kitchen as you groan and cover your face with your other hand.
“Don’t worry about it, carino.” He gives you a peck on your temple and fans out the smell over the pot. “Nod if you want Olive Garden.”
You do so sheepishly as Miguel steps into the living room and puts on his sweatpants back on. “Olive Garden it is…”
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loveriotss · 5 months ago
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APPLE CIDER ⸻ katsuki bakugo
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INCLUDES — gn! reader, childhood friends to lovers, song lyric fic, fluff, slight angst WARNINGS — swearing, slight angst + implied spoilers, a bit suggestive WORD COUNT — over 3.6k
main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚
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we both like apple cider
"katsuki, hurry up!" you yell at the 5-year-old blonde who was lazily trailing behind you, holding his basket like it were a piece of rag. "come onn, your mom said if we pick good apples she'll give us extra apple cider!" you whine, running over to him and grabbing his free hand to drag him towards a large tree. katsuki glared at you and your hand as he spoke, "i don't want to do stupid apple picking, it's so annoying!" he yelled, dropping your hand.
you turn back at him, your lips slightly agape as tears prick your eyes. ". . so you don't want to pick apples with me?" you say, lips now trembling as tears now rolled down your cheeks. katsuki's eyes soften slightly, replacing the anger with worry instead as he hurriedly speaks. "alright fine, i'll do it! just . . don't cry okay?"
you erupt in a wide smile as he wipes your tears away. "okay i won't! let's go!" you exclaimed excitedly, grabbing his hand once more and hurrying towards the tree.
you both set your baskets down, your eyes sparkling as you observe the big red apples on the branches of the tree. you rush over to the trunk, giving it a kick with all of your strength, hoping it will drop a few apples down. your plan was a success as you see one of the apples shaking and eventually dropping down! . . on your head.
katsuki burst out laughing, holding his stomach and pointing at you as you held your head, glaring at him. "stop it suki, it wasn't funny. and besides," you pause, placing the apple that just attacked you into your basket carefully, "i'm winning." "winning at what? being a dummy who gets apples dropped on their heads?" he snickers at you. "i have more apples in my basket than you kat-su-ki," you say with an evil grin, making sure to punctuate each part of his name. "i will be the one getting more cider than you."
katsuki's smile dropped at your words as his eyes flashed with a newfound determination. "not for long loser!" he yelled as he jumped up from the ground and marched towards the tree.
it had been half an hour since the two of you had left your parent's little picnic table to pick apples. mitsuki bakugo looked out into the distance to try and spot you and katsuki's little figures and sure enough, she saw you two walking side by side, arguing over something.
"kids! hurry up and come over here!" she called out, which caught both of your attentions. she sighed to herself as she watched you two attempting to race each other and try to get to the table first.
eventually, katsuki reached the table before you. he slammed his basket down and turned around to rub his victory in your face but instead found you on the ground. your basket was laid on its side, apples spilling out as your teary eyes stared at the small blood patch on your knee.
"mama i fell down!" you wailed to your mother as she caressed your hair and cleaned your scratch. "you should be more careful y/n" your mother said with a worried tone. mitsuki handed a bandage to her and looked at you. "it's okay y/n, you're a brave kid, right? i'll make you some extra cider okay?" she says which makes a soft smile appear on your face as you nod.
"is . . is your knee okay?" katsuki mumbles as he takes a sip from his glass of cider. "mhm!" you nod "it only hurt for a bit!" you say as you take a sip from your second cup of cider, to which katsuki only hums. "hey suki," you began, turning your body towards him "let's make a pinky promise!" he stares at you, confused. "about what?" "to get married in the future!" you say as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.
katsuki chokes on his drink, covering his mouth as he stares at you with a slightly flustered face. "w-what!? why would i do that?" he yells. you tilt your head in confusion, "so that we can pick apples together forever and ever?" you pause before continuing. "or . . do you want to pick apples with someone else?" you look down at your lap, your bottom lip quivering again. katsuki huffs and grabs your pinky, interlocking it with his as he looks away and mutters. "okay fine! i pinky promise i'll marry you . . crybaby."
but your hair be smelling like fruit punch
"fruit punch," you say, staring at the side of 6-year-old katsuki's face as he plays with the game he snuck into bed tonight. you and him were having yet another sleepover. it was always the same - eat dinner together, play in his room, take a bath, change into pjs, and then head into bed where he would pull out his hidden game control from under the pillow.
you two were under the blanket after katsuki's demands so that he doesn't get caught. he didn't even spare you a glance when you say that, just letting out a simple "what."
"your hair," you say, "it smells like fruit punch." "weirdo, why are you smelling my hair" he replies, heading onto the next level of the game. "because you smell nice," you reply bluntly, "i like it."
the red 'GAME OVER' screen illuminates katsuki's face as he finally turns his head to look at you. was it the screen making his face red or a blush? even after many years, you're not sure.
you snicker at him. "haha loser, you lost" you say, staring at his screen. "tch..whatever" he mumbles, shoving the game back under his pillow and releasing the two of you from the cage of the blanket, cool air hitting your faces.
"you smell nice too . . i guess" he mumbles under his breath, so quiet that you don't even hear it. "what?" you ask, turning to look at him once again. "NOTHING!" he whisper yells and hurriedly turns his back to you.
and i don't even like you that much
mumbles and whispers floated through the crowd as the provisional hero license exam had come to an end. you along with the other students, who had managed to come out without all three of their targets hit, stood together, anxiously waiting for the results to be revealed.
there was an uncomfortable knot in your stomach as you muttered to yourself, trying to calm yourself down. katsuki stood next to you, obviously confident that he would get his license.
"fuck, will you calm down?" katsuki whisper yelled at you as he tugged on the deathly tight grip you had on his arm unknowingly. "i'm so nervous kats! what if i messed up somewhere what if i forgot to save one of those civilians what if-" "what if you're just overthinking this shit?" he responds bluntly before turning his eyes back to the representative from the hero safety commission.
"okay . . maybe you're right. i should stay positive!" you whisper back before taking a few deep breaths and following his gaze towards the front.
"anyway, the names of those who've passed are listed here in alphabetical order." the voice through the mic spoke.
the screen flickered for a moment before revealing the names, all in perfect order. immediately you started scanning the rows, letting out a small smile as you saw familiar names flash pass before your eyes landed on your name.
wait . . . your name? that means you passed!
you couldn't help but let out an excited squeal, turning to katsuki and slightly jumping up and down as you pointed to where your name was in big bold letters.
"katsuki, look! i did it!" you yell as you wrap your arms around his neck and continue your little jumps.
now, katsuki had already realized that his name wasn't there and oh boy, was he pissed.
he had opened his mouth to tell you off when you kept rapidly pointing at the screen as if he hadn't already seen your name but when you had suddenly thrown your arms around his neck, he froze.
you were yapping in his ear about how happy and relieved you were and all he could focus on was to get you away before you felt his heart practically beating out of his chest.
however before he could pull you off, you beat him to it by pulling your head away yourself. he opened his mouth again but immediately froze when you planted a kiss on him.
okay, it was not a full on kiss on the lips. you meant to kiss his cheek but because of how giddy you were, it landed on the corner of his mouth.
he seemed to be the only one who had noticed this accident since you were now busy with searching for katsuki's name on the screen.
stupid you and your stupid face and your stupid scent that he had caught a whiff of when you viciously mauled him (gave him a hug) and your stupid soft lips and the stupid 'butterflies' you gave him.
katsuki couldn't understand why he felt like this. he didn't even like you . . . that much.
however, he did not have time to give it much thought because it had finally hit you that he had not passed the exam. you turned to him, your mouth agape as you stared at him with wide eyes.
"i know i didn't pass so don't fucking rub it in." he mumbled, turning his head away. "what!? but how?" you yell at him.
"probably because he didn't put any effort into saving people" piped in kirishima who backed away as he was given a glare by katsuki. "you should've been more careful with what you said. words are important you know!" said kaminari as he grinned at him. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEFORE I MURDER YOU!" katsuki growled back.
the class was now on the ride home. the whole bus was in a lively chatter except for the two students who had failed. you sat with the others, laughing with them but your eyes lingered towards the back where katsuki sat, earphones plugged in as he stared out the window with a small furrow in his eyebrows.
you excused yourself and made your way to him, plopping down beside katsuki as you nudged him slightly. he pulled out one of his earphones, a sign that he was listening, "hey . . you okay?" you asked softly, trying to scan his face for any emotions but it was hard since he refused to look anywhere but out the window.
"of course i'm okay" he mumbled, pausing for a second before continuing. "m'so ready to fucking crush the extra classes so don't get too cocky just because you got yours first."
a small smile erupted from your lips as you felt a wave of relief wash over you. you were worried he was giving himself a hard time because of this.
"well then dynamight, i'll be waiting for you!" you reply, grinning at him.
he finally turns his head to you, a smirk on his lips as he replies, "get ready to choke in my smoke," you cringe at his words but he ignores it and continues, "and it's great explosion murder god dumba-" "shut up kats" you interrupt, giggling as he gives you a small glare.
stupid you and your ability of always being able to cheer him up.
wait, i do, fuck
NUMBER ONE HERO DYNAMIGHT RUMORED TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP? FIND OUT THE JUICY DETAILS NOW!
DYNAMIGHT SPOTTED WITH PRO HERO XXX AT X HOTEL!
XXX AND DYNAMIGHT CONFIRMED TO BE TOGETHER?
you sigh to yourself, scrolling through the endless theories and articles about the man that were spread throughout your entire twitter timeline. it's like wherever you were, the blonde would somehow be there too. ultimately, you toss your phone away, unable to escape all the dating rumor articles surrounding him and the way your heart clenched when you saw pictures of him and some other hero.
it's been 3 years since you graduated high school, you and all of your peers are now amazing pro heroes who have worked hard to be what they are today and climb the hero ranks impressively.
you too ended up ranking among the top five heroes in all of japan.
you were proud of yourself, happy to do the thing you'd been wanting to do since you were a little kid. you can't deny that sometimes, it was too exhausting.
so without any second thoughts, you emailed your manager this morning, requesting a leave for your mental health. being a good hero also means to remain in good shape and have a happy mind!
it was now evening, you had a fairly productive day. running a few errands while being hooded to avoid any media, binging some of your favorite shows while you munched on snacks, and overall just having a self-care day, you know?
you stepped out onto your balcony, leaning against the railings as you gazed at the setting sun which painted the sky into a mix of many beautiful colors, including orange.
you smile softly as it reminds you of a certain red-eyed man as your mind lingers off to thoughts of him. dynamight, the number one hero and also your best friend.
to say he was a workaholic at times was an understatement. he wouldn't clock out until his poor manager begged him to rest.
he was passionate about his job and you admired that about him. from a young age he was always eager to stand at number one and be the best version of himself.
your smile fades as flashbacks of what happened 6 years ago played in your mind. it was the day when that gruesome war had occurred. your eyes sting as you're painfully reminded of everything that had happened. the memories of heroes who had lost their lives fighting for peace clouded your mind. and of course, what had happened to katsuki had been the one thing that had almost completely broken you on the battlefield. you let your tears fall, keeping a straight face as they rolled down your cheeks. there was no point in holding them back, no one would see you. right?
you sniffle softly, taking deep breaths as you clear your head from your thoughts, now realizing the presence beside you.
there he was, the dynamight himself, standing next to you as he too gazed at the sunset. you weren't that surprised, he had done this many times before, simply swooping in and landing on your balcony if he saw you there.
he glanced at you, silently observing your tear-stained face as his fiery red eyes flickered with a hint of sadness. his heart painfully panged against his chest whenever he saw you cry.
you wipe your tears away, giving him a small smile before speaking. "i'm okay kats, don't worry." what a liar you were. his eyes shoot away as he mumbles, "i didn't say anything."
"you didn't have to." you reply, gaping at the sky which was turning dark now. "you clocked out early? that's unusual oh great explosion murder god." you tease. "swept this entire area today, and was gonna go check out shitty hair's district when i saw your ass crying." he said.
"aww, how thoughtful! but be careful, your supposed 'girlfriends' might call me a homewrecker." you jeer as he lets out a groan, resting his forehead on the railings. "fuck . . why do you read that shit? stupid media . . always makin up stuff."
you let out a giggle at his reaction, causing him to slightly lift his head and stare at you. his heart swelling up at the sound of your laughter.
you push your body away from the railings, sliding open the door as you step inside. "so you gonna come in or not?" you say, keeping the door open as katsuki silently accepts the invitation and gets inside, sliding the door shut behind him.
"i'll get your clothes-" "don't" he interrupted as you looked at him surprised. "i know where it is . . you don't have to get it." "okay then! i'll go get us something to drink, take a shower if you wanna." you reply, earning a hum from him as you make your way to the kitchen. katsuki taking a shower or you casually having a pair of his clothes at your home was nothing out of the ordinary, just bestie thingz. right?
katsuki stepped out of your shower, feeling a slight muscle ache from his villain fights today as sank into the couch and stared at the back of your head while you were seated on the carpet. you silently handed him a cold drink as you scrolled through the channels on tv.
he snapped open his drink, taking slow sips from it as he mentally prepared himself to ask you the thing he's been wanting to for the past hour. "so . . " he began, peering at you from the corner of his eyes as you hum. "why were you cryin earlier?"
you put on a weak smile, taking a sip before responding. "was just . . thinking about the war." you say. "i don't know why but i still get chills thinking about it now. it's been 6 years and i still haven't learned to handle my thoughts about it properly. i always feel so guilty, like i wasn't strong enough or i wasn't fast enough. maybe if i was better, i could've stopped what had happened to everyone, what happened to you-"
you were suddenly interrupted by katsuki who pulled himself off the couch and grabbed your face with both his hands firmly as he turned your face towards him.
it was completely silent for a minute, only a soft sizzling heard from your drink that had spilled over on the carpet and was now soaking into it.
"don't." he said, breaking the silence. "don't ever blame yourself for what happened. you were doin your best and i was too, i just had a small hiccup but look at me now, the number one hero" he said, a small smile on his face. "and look at you, an amazing hero who's so damn good at their job. don't be so hard on yourself dumbass, no one could've controlled what happened that day."
you give him a small shaky smile, your eyes slightly welled up with tears. "yeah . . you're right." you say as he softly wipes your tears away with the back of his finger. "crybaby." "shut up."
you both softly laugh, comfortably enjoying each other's presence. as your laughter ceases you realize how close the two of you are. you could see every scar and bump of katsuki's beautiful face and the dimple on his left cheek
katsuki too was silently admiring you. your beautiful eyes, your cheeks, your nose and eventually, your lips. the same soft lips for which he had been longing for ever since you two were just high school kids and you gave him that stupid little kiss on the corner of his mouth.
his actions don't go unnoticed by you as your lips turn into a small smirk. "pro hero dynamight caught shamelessly staring at pro hero H/N (your hero name), find out all the deets in this article" you joke, a blush creeping up from his neck to the tip of his ears.
"shut up . . " he mumbled, looking into your eyes before he spoke again. "pro hero dynamight was caught asking pro hero H/N if he could kiss them. what was H/N's response?" he whispered, now deathly close to your face as he waited for your answer.
your lips parted slightly as your cheeks flushed into a deep red, perhaps even rivaling kirishima's hair. you give him a small nod to which he immediately crashes his lips onto yours. his hand slithered to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as you tangled your fingers into his blonde hair.  
your heart felt warm and fluttery as your back hits the corner of your L-shaped couch. your lips molded with his perfectly, a slow and intimate rhythm between the two of you before you both pull away because humans need a stupid thing called oxygen.
katsuki rested his forehead against yours, panting slightly as you spoke. "woah there dynamight, we might just be the next big scandal. surely this will put an end to all your previous allegations?" you whisper, a stupidly large smile on your face. "they would never be true anyway. i like havin my pinky finger y'know?" he said which caused your eyebrows to raise. "what does your pinky finger have to do with this?" you asked as he gave you a dumb smirk. "did you forget already? what was it . . you want to pick apples with someone else?" he teases as you groan and cover your face with your palms. "shit . . how do you remember that?" "i'm someone who keeps his promises" he snickers, gently prying your hands away from your face as he puts up his pinky finger in front of your face.
you giggle at his childish antic but he doesn't seem to give a shit. "wanna renew our promise? just to make sure that we're stuck with each other." he says, wiggling his pinky around for yours. you smile, interlocking your pinky with his. "no taking back babygirl" you say, laughing as he gives you a revolted look at the nickname. "is it too late to change my mind?" he says, putting on a fake look of worry to which you grin evilly. "no escaping now my beautiful red-eyed princess" you yell, earning a sigh from him as you viciously maul him (give him a hug) and bury your face into his neck while giggling.
yeah . . he did like you that much.
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NOTE — i dont know if apple cider (ITS NOT ALCOHOLIC RIGHT??IDK) tastes good or if his hair would smell like fruit punch but just pretend it does ok. ANYWAYS this idea had been lingering in my head for so long and i scrapped og ideas probabaly like 8934 times but hope you guys liked this final product!! (also guys did i eat with that line where he asked for consent before he kissed you guys i feel like that was so teehee)
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recallthename · 28 days ago
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upon rewatch as an adult, the insane thing about the principal green plotline in s3 of dawson's creek is that at the core of the matter the parents aren't wrong. principal green is absolutely acting out of personal dislike and prejudice. he's not wrong, that kid's a shit. but he's treating him differently than pacey and andie because he likes them more. which yk, a principal probably shouldn't do.
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