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oscquinn · 9 months ago

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Smoke & Mirrors || Lip Gallagher

chapter one of BORDERLINE.

pairing: lip gallagher x fem!reader (nickname: MK)

warnings & tags: the start of a SLOWburn. idiots with tension. mature for mentions of violence, smoking, swearing, canon typical dialogue and whatnot. y'all've seen the show!

chapter summary: lip gallagher has been your best friend since before you could remember. he's the smartest person you know, so it astounds you how someone like him can be oh so stupid. you're committed to investing in his future, even if he isn't. you won't let your best friend end up stuck on the southside.

a/n: ummmm hi!! wrote basically this whole thing in the last 24hrs. it's unedited and tbh if i look at it for one more second im gonna explode!! enjoy <33

wc: 2.9k

The crisp October air sends a chill down your spine as you usher your younger sister Caroline out the door for school. She groans and rolls her eyes when you grab her by the handle of her backpack, pulling her back to adjust her scarf. At a mere thirteen years old she already carries the same attitude you did at sixteen. “Whatever you’re gonna say, I don’t wanna hear it. You were just sick, dad’ll have my head on a platter if I don’t make you bundle up.”

She stomps her foot, a stupid, childish action that has you mentally swearing to never have kids of your own. Helping raise this one was enough as it is. “It’s not even-” she starts, but you cut her off.

“I said I don’t wanna hear it. Wear your fucking scarf or I’m telling mom you make that tutor kid do your math homework.” You shove her head gently after securing the scarf around her neck and let her stomp down the stairs. “Don’t be a brat.”

She doesn’t answer, instead starting down the street towards the bus stop. Cigarette smoke wafts over the morning air from the Gallagher house. You turn to see Lip on the front stoop, blood shining on his brow as he smokes. You feel a twist in your gut. What did he get himself into this time, you think. The repetitive motion of locking the door comes like second nature and you spend the thirty odd seconds it takes worrying about the boy across the street.

When you turn towards the Gallagher house Caroline is already ahead of you, not waiting until she passes the chain-link fence to call out, “what happened to your face?”

You catch up in time to hear him scoff, “good morning to you too, Kit-Kat,” pulling out her childhood nickname, the one she still hates, that he gave to her when she was barely four. “‘S nothing. Battle scars an’ shit.”

“What the fuck kinda battle did’ya get yourself into?” you ask, leaning down to take his chin between your thumb and forefinger. The cut isn’t too bad, a lot of blood for a relatively small abrasion, but the skin around his eye is already blossoming a dark bruise. Lip stares at you as if to say ‘not in front of the kid,’ and you nod, fishing a five dollar bill out of your pocket. You were saving it for work, but Caroline’s silence is worth more. She raises an eyebrow, to which you snap, “just don’t tell mom, ‘kay? And don’t skip just ‘cause I'm skipping.”

Caroline turns to leave and you extend a hand to Lip, pulling him to stand. Eager fingers reach for his burnt-down cig when he goes to drop it, taking the final hit for yourself before stubbing it out on the sidewalk. “Greedy. Gotta buy y’own pack,” he remarks with a smirk. All it takes is a second to get back across the stress, and once you’re inside he unwraps the scarf from his neck.

Your eyes catch on his bruised knuckles and you tilt your head to the side with a silent question, you gonna tell me what happened? He sighs, hearing you loud and clear despite not speaking a single word. “Got into it with Frank. He was givin’ Ian shit for no fuckin’ reason.”

“Mm,” you nod, and catch his hand after he runs it nervously through his curls. The bruises there aren’t as bad as the one on his eye, Frank must’ve only gotten one good, drunken swing in. No cuts either, which was good. For all his tough guy exterior, Lip Gallagher couldn’t stand the sting of peroxide. The less you need the better, you think, and a grin plays at your lips when you glance up at him, holding his injured hand up. “Think y’can roll a joint with these?”

His laugh is like music to your ears, revelling in the first grin you’ve seen from him this morning. “Yeah, yeah I can do that, y’wanna jus’ skip the whole day? We could catch a movie ‘r somethin’,” he suggests, following you upstairs to your room.

You shake your head, opening the door to your room for him. “Can't. Calc test in third period. Sit down, ‘m gonna get the first aid kit.” While you get the kit from the shelf in your closet you hear him open your desk drawer, pulling out the grinder and weed jar you keep hidden at the back.

“You got a shirt or somethin’ I could change into? This one smells like Frank’s fuckin’ booze,” Lip scoffs. He shrugs the tee over his head and lights another cigarette, his eyes following your every move with that same boyish twinkle you’d grown fond of over the years. It was always good to remember things weren’t getting to him, not too bad.

You cast a glare in his direction, silently scolding him, ‘you know better, let me open the window,’ but he only grins in response. Pale morning light illuminates the room when you pull back your blackout curtains and crack the window. The city is still quiet–or, as quiet as it gets in Chicago–and the sounds of gentle wind and birdsong fall softly on your ears.

You settle at his side, first aid kit in one hand and a gray and black sweater of his in the other. Curious fingers reach for a small cut on his shoulder. “What’s this one from?” You trace the gash. It isn’t deep either, but it’ll need to be cleaned so it doesn’t get infected.

“It’s, uh, ’s nothin,” he brushes you off, to which you shoot him a glare. That sets him straight. In a low mumble he simply states, “beer bottle.”

Rage seethes inside you, your jaw tensing as you wet a cotton ball with peroxide. You keep any comments to yourself, not sure how LIp will react. You’re aware of his more than complicated familial relationships–you’d grown up with thim, seeing Frank’s drinking get worse, and the aftermath of Monica leaving–but if there was one constant with the Gallagher kids, it was family first, above everything. You had your opinions of Frank, and you knew Lip shared your distaste more than anything, but that didn’t take away the sensitive nature of the topic. So, you stay quiet, dabbing at the wound with a gentle hand. The sting draws a sharp hiss from him, and it’s then that you realize how flushed he is, his cheeks, neck and chest are a soft pink color. Graciously, you pretend not to notice, so as not to embarrass him further.

When the cut is cleaned and covered with a bandage Lip takes his sweater, pulling it over his head. It leaves his hair mussed and he smoothes a hand through his curls while you tilt his chin up, inspecting the cut on his brow. Blue eyes stare up at you with a vulnerability you’re not used to seeing from the boy you grew up with. At least you know he’s comfortable with you. That’s all.

Comfortable. Friendly. Nothing more. The same as it’s always been.

The way it’s meant to be.

“Quit starin’, get me fixed up so we can smoke this,” Lip grumbles, gesturing towards the rolling tray in his lap. You laugh at that, heart quickening in your chest. Tensions between the two of you had been thick as of late, but underneath it all things remained the same.

“Glad to know you’ve got your priorities straight,” you snort, cleaning up the second wound with peroxide. He takes it better this time, more prepared for the sting, but you still catch the way a few pained tears brim in his bright eyes.

Soft, parted lips rest under your fingers as you clean the final abrasion. The bruising is the worst here, deep purple hues present across his mouth and down to his chin. He finishes rolling as you’re wiping at the blood that pooled below his lip, a deep red trail spilling down his chin. Your delicate motions are interrupted by Lip bringing the joint up to seal it, licking along the edge of the rolling paper.

“‘M almost finished, be patient,” you murmur, focused on keeping the disinfectant out of his mouth. A moment later you pull back, swiping vaseline over the split before wiping the excess on his jeans. Payback for interrupting your tending to his wounds. “There. All patched up. Say ‘thank you nurse,’” you tease with a grin.

He’s already flicking the lighter on, holding the flame against the end of the joint to take the first hit for himself. You busy yourself with cleaning up the first aid supplies until he passes it off to you. Thick, earthy smelling smoke flows from his parted mouth, which lifts into a mischievous grin as he hands you the joint. “My lip’s busted up pretty fuckin’ bad. Think y’could kiss it better?”

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment at his blunt proposal. “Shut up,” you retort with a sharp laugh, before you can even consider it.

Lip throws on an exaggerated frown, “oh, c’mon MK. You know it’d be so fucking hot- ow!” He flinches, chest shaking with laughter as you throw your remote at him. “Okay! Okay, I know I know. You’re not one of my g-”

“Little ghetto girlfriends,” you tease, repeating the drunken dig an alibi patron had once thrown at Lip.

“Exactly.”

You shake your head, laughing at him for a moment. “You’re never getting in my pants Gallagher. I’ve known you since we were three. It’s wrong,” you lie. Lip is your best friend, the same role he’s filled your entire life, side by side since the two of you were in diapers. But your rejection stems from something deeper than that.

Lip Gallagher is inconsistent. You can’t exactly call him unfaithful if he never truly commits to one girl, but he’s not one for relationships. He’s flighty. He runs from affection. More often than not he buries his true feelings under snark and insults, weed, booze, and–when all else fails–aggression. That doesn’t mean you didn’t love him, it doesn’t mean you had no feelings for him, it just gives you reason to brush off his advances. For now, it can remain a little game between the two of you.

Months ago, when these unwanted feelings began to blossom in your chest, you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t be just another girl he messed around with. You aren’t willing to let him mess this thing up for the both of you.

Eager to change the subject you move to your desk, pulling out an informational packet from MIT. Before you can get a word out Lip is shaking his head, casting a skeptical glare in your direction. “Hey, come on. I just want you to apply.” You lean to hand the packet over but he reaches for the joint instead, which you pull away quickly.

“No you come on, why would I apply to MIT, seriously,” he shoots back, refusing to take the folder from your hand. He settles more comfortably in your bed, laying back against the pillows and staring up at the ceiling instead of meeting your eyes. “Bunch ‘f ivy league reject pricks ridin’ on daddy’s money. You’re lucky I’m even applying to schools in town.” Greedy hands reach forward for the joint again and you yield with a sigh, passing it over. As an afterthought, you toss the packet to him as well.

“Just consider it, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll think about it,” he says. You don’t need anything but the way he avoids your eyes to know it’s a lie.

You purse your lips, throwing an icy stare his way. Lip Gallagher may be your best friend, but you’re not going to take any of his shit. “Have you even got any applications in?”

The question seems to take him by surprise, tendrils of smoke curling from the corner of his parted lips. “I’ve got a few,” another lie.

“Really? What schools,” you question, head tilted to the side with a knowing look. “Don’t lie to me, I know you better than anyone. I can tell.”

He laughs at that, shaking his head in disbelief. “Fine, you got me. I haven’t applied anywhere yet.” The end of the joint has a good stretch of ash, which he’s trying to keep precariously attached while he takes another hit.

“Scoot,” you mumble, grabbing your own binder of college information packets. He stretches one arm back towards your desk to snag your heart shaped ashtray and knocks the ash off, then lays the tray in the space between your bodies. You settle in beside him, your knees propped comfortably over the throw pillow that always ended up in the middle of your bed. One hand takes the joint and the other opens your binder.

Pages upon pages of information, campus maps, scholarship pamphlets, and your hand written tuition calculations make Lip go a little cross eyed as you flip towards a page with a yellow tab. “Okay. Here, look,” you point at the information you’d circled, reading Engineering B.S., training the Innovators of Tomorrow. “UI Urbana-Champaign. Great engineering program–” you flip the page over “–and scholarships for kids from underserved communities.”

You settle the joint between your lips, flipping through a few more pages. After a deep inhale you use it to gesture towards the page. “Or UChicago, that way you’d be close to home. They’ve got this thing called inner city promise. Smart kids, like you, from certain high schools with certain academic records and test scores can get full rides.” You run a finger down the short list, stopping at a familiar name and tapping it. “See? Lincoln Grove High School. You’d qualify, Lip.”

“‘M not some fuckin’ charity case,” he grumbles, snatching the burnt-down joint from your hand. “You’re a pain in my ass, y’know that?”

“Oh I’m a pain?” you snap, turning on your side to glare at him. “For what, believing in you? For not taking any of your self-deprecating, avoidant bullshit?”

He shrugs then, and the action is almost shy. He’s embarrassed. You have this innate ability to see him, the way no one else does. You scare yourself with it sometimes. “Just don’t know why you care so much,” he mumbles.

The sigh that leaves you is a deep, tired one. Convincing him of these things has always been difficult. For as smart as he is, Lip can be so infuriatingly stupid. “You’re smart, Lip. You’ve always been smart. I dunno what I would do if I went off to college and you stayed here. In this shithole.”

He doesn’t laugh the way you expect him to. He doesn’t brush it off. He just stares.

“We made a pact, did you forget?” you continue. He shakes his head silently, the far off look in his eyes letting you know he’s remembering that day.

The day the two of you spent drinking by the pool. Making promises to each other. You’d said you would make it out, and you would do it together. You’d made Lip promise you that he’d give it a try, and stupidly you believed him. Or was it stupid? You’re not ready to give up yet.

“I don’t want to do it without you,” you admit to him.

Lip looks at you, his blue eyes softening. “Do what without me?” You shake your head, scooting closer to rest your head on his shoulder. He stubs out the joint and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Friendly, comfortable affection. The kind you were used to. “C’mon MK, spit it out.”

“Any of it,” you return. “Don’t think I could get through another four years of school if you’re not doing it with me.”

“Yeah? What if we’re at different schools, dumbass,” he retorts, but his palm soothes across your arm, a contrast to his words. “You gonna follow me to MIT, since y’want me to go so bad?”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up in your chest, turning to look up at him with a grin playing at your lips. He got what he wanted. He made you laugh. “I’ll call you every night.”

“Every night huh?” he says with a smirk. “Cockblocking me from a thousand miles away is just like you, isn’t it.”

You shove him playfully, sitting up to move the ashtray off your bed. The MIT packet lays somewhere at the foot of the bed and you search through the pillows to find it. Instead of handing it to Lip, you just tuck it into his backpack, handing the bag to him after. “Well yeah, can’t have you getting distracted by the chess team girls,” you joke back.

He lays there in your bed, looking up at you with that stupid grin of his. All bared teeth and mischief, the same one you’d seen all those years ago. You stay silent for a moment longer before you stand, holding out a hand to pull him up.

“You sure we can’t just skip?”

“No, ‘ve got a test, remember? Gotta keep my grades up if ‘m gonna follow you all the way to MIT,” you say, and shakes his head with a laugh. Maybe he’s coming around to the idea. “Come on, I’ll drive us.”

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catiuskaa · 1 year ago

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tootiecakes234 · 1 year ago

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Halloween

Katsuki loses a bet to Eiji and now Eiji has come to you to figure out his punishment because who knows how to make Kats more miserable than you? Nobody!!

Since Halloween is coming up you know the perfect thing. You’re gonna make him dress up. You already know you wanted to be Princess Tiana so the theme is Princess and the Frog.

Kats isn’t all that upset about it cuz he knows he’d be fine as hell dressed up Prince Naveen but of course he ain’t getting off that easy. You make him dress up as Ray!!😭

This is a group effort of torture. Mina is Lottie, Hanta is Prince Naveen, Eijiro is Dr. Facilier, and of course denki is Ray’s precious Evangeline

Katsuki is PISSED. Pouts and grumbles the entire night. You guys make sure to take a million pictures and he is frowning in every single one of them.

Kats vows that night that he’ll never ever make another bet again. You guys have the best time making fun of him all night.

Spend the next week and a half calling him ray and he cusses yall out every time.

Of course you guys posted the pictures online and now he had been made into multiple memes.😭 never lived this down

* Denki tries to get Kats to sing the song ray sings to Evangeline in the movie and he ends up almost getting killed. He reverses the roll and tries singing it to Kats but Kats explodes the Karaoke machine.

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bloody-bee-tea · 24 days ago

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Emotional Spring 2025 Day 2 - Who are you

Hitoshi can't believe he got this lucky in life. Not only did he get into the hero course and graduated with an agency already lined up, but he also got adopted by his two childhood heroes. And to top it all off, he also bagged the hottest guy imaginable.

He subtly pinches himself, checking not for the first time if it's all real, but he's still sitting with his friends at the same table as before, his boyfriend across from him and their legs intertwined under the table.

Katsuki is not one for overly public displays of affection and even this is pretty daring, but Hitoshi got kind of good at weathering his glares, so he had only smiled at Katsuki and left his legs right where they were.

And Katsuki hadn't moved his either, so that's a massive win in Hitoshi's books.

A win that makes butterflies erupt in his stomach as if he's a stupid teenager with his first crush and not a grown-ass man in an almost two year long relationship.

"What are you smiling at, troll doll?" Katsuki asks when he notices Hitoshi staring and Hitoshi's smile only grows bigger.

"You, usually," he casually gives back and enjoys how Katsuki's eyes go big and his mouth goes a little bit slack before everything pinches in anger and Katsuki kicks his leg.

"Cut it out, creeper," he grumbles, but he still doesn't take his legs away and he doesn't even threaten to explode Hitoshi and so he knows it for the token protest it really is.

Hitoshi is not ashamed to admit that he loses himself a little bit in gazing at Katsuki; he's happy to be here, with his friends and his boyfriend and if he stares a bit—or a lot—then that's nothing he has to be ashamed of, Hitoshi thinks and so he doesn't even try to redirect his attention back to the group of friends around him.

They are not going to be mad that he spaced out for a bit, he's doing that often enough for them to know this about him, so he's not worried in the slightest.

And besides—Katsuki had been gone on a week-long mission in another country, so Hitoshi is completely justified in staring at him now.

He has missed him, after all.

Hitoshi loses himself in his admiration for Katsuki so much that he lets out the most embarrassing, love-sick little sigh imaginable to men and apparently, that's enough to get everyone's attention.

"Do you have something to add?" Sero asks him and Hitoshi blinks.

"Come on, you can tell us," Mina excitedly chimes in, leaning halfway over the table.

"Uhm," he gets out, because he has no goddamn clue what they were even talking about in the first place.

"Or you could just say yes or no," Denki wheedles him and Katsuki throws a panicked look at Katsuki.

Katsuki gives him his most unimpressed 'you better watch yourself' stare he has and Hitoshi starts to sweat.

"No?" he tries, because in face of their friend group that almost seems like the safer option, but Katsuki's frown gets more pronounced and their friends start to excitedly talk all over themselves.

So much so that Hitoshi doesn't understand a single word they are saying and so he throws a pleading glance at Katsuki.

Who suddenly won't meet his eyes anymore.

"I think it's time we leave," Katsuki says, cutting through the chatter around the table and everyone falls deathly quiet.

"Was that—the wrong answer?" Hitoshi asks into the silence but no one dares to meet his eyes anymore and when Katsuki raises an eyebrow at him in an impatient gesture, Hitoshi scrambles up. "Yep, right, coming. Bye guys," he calls out, waving at the rest of the group before he follows Katsuki, who is already a good way ahead.

"Hey, Kats, wait," Hitoshi calls after him as he jogs to catch up, but still, Katsuki doesn't spare him a single glance.

"It was the wrong answer, huh?" Hitoshi guesses because why else would Katsuki be this pissed all of a sudden, but instead of confirming that for Hitoshi, he stops suddenly.

"I have something to do," Katsuki says, still not quite meeting his eyes. "Meet me at my place for dinner?"

Hitoshi frowns, because they were supposed to stay at Hitoshi's place tonight, but he's not about to argue that point so he simply shrugs.

"Sure. Kats, is everything okay?" Hitoshi asks and is only marginally relieved when Katsuki doesn't snatch his hand back when Hitoshi reaches for it.

"Why wouldn't it be?" he snaps out and yep, something is very much not okay. "I just have to go now, see you later."

Hitoshi frowns because he doesn't know Katsuki to be this particular brand of rude, especially not to him, and so he snatches the back of Katsuki's shirt before he can wander off completely.

"Wait, Kats, come here," Hitoshi softly says and pulls Katsuki into a kiss.

Katsuki stays stiff for a moment before he softens and a little bit of Hitoshi's worry is put to rest, because if Katsuki were really pissed, he would have punched him in the face.

"Okay, now you're good to go," Hitoshi decides when they part again and Hitoshi has to admit that Katsuki looks a lot less murderous now.

He mentally pats himself on the back for a job well done and watches Katsuki walk off, slightly grumbling under his breath but with the faintest flush on his face.

Hitoshi is pretty certain that no matter what upset Katsuki before is something that can be resolved but it still feels as if Hitoshi fucked up somehow and like always when he feels that way, his feet carry him to his parents' house.

Shouta takes one look at him before he steers Hitoshi towards the couch and pats his shoulder.

"Hizashi will be home in five," he tells him and Hitoshi snorts because even though Shouta claims that Hizashi is the more emotionally intelligent one of the two, it's usually Shouta's advice that's useful.

Still, waiting for his papa so he doesn't have to tell the story twice seems like the smart move, so Hitoshi sinks into the couch and then clutches a pillow to his chest.

"Oh dear," Shouta says and pinches the bridge of his nose. "If Bakugo dumped you, tell me now so I can run interference with Hizashi."

"What? Why?"

"Because he has Bakugo's murder all planned out in case he hurts you."

Hitoshi gapes at him, caught between feeling absolutely flattered that Hizashi would do that for him and being outraged on Bakugo's behalf.

"And who is going to murder me if I hurt him?" Hitoshi asks, because according to them Bakugo is like family as well and Shouta raises an eyebrow at him.

"Hizashi of course."

"Good," Hitoshi huffs. "But no murder will be necessary."

"Let's hope your papa sees it the same way," Shouta sighs out as he sits down next to Hitoshi.

"Shouldn't I get to decide if I need my boyfriend murdered for me?" Hitoshi wants to know and Shouta snorts.

"Tough luck. You're Hizashi's baby, you don't get to decide anything anymore."

"Who is my baby?" Hizashi suddenly asks from the doorway and he practically lights up when he spots Hitoshi as if he isn't over every other day anyway. "My baby!" he calls out and then darts over, hugging Hitoshi over the back of the couch and almost choking him.

"Alright, yeah, hello," Hitoshi manages to get out and pats Hizashi's arm in a desperate plea to be released.

It takes Hizashi a moment but when he finally does let go of Hitoshi, he immediately frowns at him.

"You're on the couch with a pillow in your lap. Who do I murder?"

"No one! Gods, why do you jump to that conclusion immediately?"

"Because you're looking sad," Shouta not at all helpfully says and Hitoshi purses his lips.

"I'm not sad, I'm just—unsure?" Hitoshi offers and Hizashi plops himself down on the couch as well.

"Tell us everything."

"It's not even a big deal, I think," Hitoshi mutters and then briefly recounts the afternoon. "I'm not even sure I did anything wrong, it just feels like it."

"Mh, that doesn't quite call for murder. Not even sure this calls for bodily harm."

"Papa, please don't harm Katsuki," Hitoshi sighs out but Hizashi only shrugs.

"What it does call for, though, is some communication," Shouta chimes in and Hitoshi groans as he buries his face in the pillow.

"Why do you always have to be so reasonable?" Hizashi complaints in Hitoshi's stead. "Bodily harm is much more fun."

"And much more illegal," Shouta gives back and then cruelly takes the pillow from Hitoshi. "Don't be a baby. Go ask him what has him this upset."

"But he's my baby!" Hizashi cries and clutches Hitoshi to his chest.

"Well, don't be a bigger baby, then," Shouta amends with a smile and Hitoshi glares at him.

"Kats said he had something to do. I'm supposed to come over for dinner, I'll ask then, I just—I feel as if I fucked up and I don't like it."

"Which is understandable, but as long as you don't ask him you won't know if anything even is wrong."

"I know that," Hitoshi whines out. "I just—"

"You just always come here when you feel like that, we know, baby," Hizashi says and cards his fingers through Hitoshi's hair. "And that's more than fine as long as you don't hide yourself away here."

"I'm not. I'll meet Katsuki for dinner, just like planned and then I'm going to ask him what's up."

"That's my boy!" Hizashi proudly says and Shouta nods.

"And remember how scared you were when you asked Bakugo out. This is nothing compared to that," Shouta reminds him and Hitoshi sighs.

"That's true actually," Hitoshi muses because he had been scared shitless then and right now he's only moderately worried.

He'll definitely get through this.

"Alright, off you go then," Shouta almost heartlessly says and kicks him slightly.

"You're harming the baby," Hitoshi wryly says and looks with pleading eyes at Hizashi, who immediately glares at Shouta.

"Don't you dare harm the baby!"

"I'll throw the baby out if it doesn't get moving," Shouta grins and Hitoshi knows better than to provoke him so he gets up and flees as fast as he can.

He knows they are right anyway; nothing really happened, Katsuki isn't so pissed at him that they had a fight and whatever it is, Hitoshi is certain he'll be able to make it right again.

So Hitoshi rushes over to Katsuki's place and lets himself in and then he freezes in the hallway.

There's soft music playing and going by the light Katsuki put up a shitton of candles.

Hitoshi is more than confused and things don't get better when he gets to the kitchen, because Katsuki has prepared an honest to god candlelight dinner for them, and Hitoshi thinks he even spots a bunch of roses scattered around.

"Who are you?" he asks Katsuki who is still at the stove and whirls around at hearing Hitoshi's voice. "And what have you done with my murderous, angry pomeranian boyfriend?"

"Fuck you," Katsuki says, but he seems more embarrassed than anything else and Hitoshi has no fucking clue what's going on anymore.

"What's going on?" Hitoshi asks, wrecking his brain if maybe he's missing some anniversary, but nothing comes to mind.

"You're not missing an anniversary, if that's what you think," Katsuki says as he plates their food and then nods at Hitoshi to sit down, which he does, still too confused to do anything else.

"Okay, what's going on then? I mean, thank you for the food, but I always enjoy when you cook for me and all of this really isn't necessary."

"Isn't it?" Katsuki asks and there's a bitterness in his voice Hitoshi can't quite place.

"Kats, what's going on? What happened?"

"You said it just this afternoon!" Katsuki snaps out and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"What did I say?"

"That I'm not romantic enough."

"That you're not—Kats, is this about whatever I said no to?"

"'Whatever you said no to'?" Katsuki repeats and Hitoshi sighs.

"Kats, I wasn't listening at all when they asked me whatever they asked. I just said something and clearly I made the wrong choice."

"They asked you if you're happy with the romance in our relationship," Katsuki grumbles and Hitoshi gets up to pull him into his arms.

"And I said no," Hitoshi finishes for him. "You wanna know why I wasn't listening?"

Katsuki doesn't say anything but Hitoshi knows him better than that so he continues to talk.

"Because I was too busy staring at you and wondering how I ever managed to get so goddamn lucky."

"Shut up, fuckface," Katsuki mutters and Hitoshi laughs.

"There's the Katsuki I know and love," he says and presses a kiss to Katsuki's head. "I don't care about romantic gestures like this. Sure, it's kind of nice, but so is every dinner you cook for me. And so is every time we go on a date and every evening we spent on the couch and every morning we only see each other in passing. I'm not big on romantic gestures and neither are you and that fits us just fine, doesn't it?"

Katsuki is silent for a moment before he nods. "So you're not—I am kind of rough. And mean."

"Yeah, you are," Hitoshi honestly gives back because there is no use lying about this. "But I knew that before and I didn't expect you to change who you are for me. Hell, I fell in love with you because you are like this. And don't think I don't know you're practically saying 'I love you' every time you shove a handmade bento into my hands."

Hitoshi can practically feel Katsuki go red in the face and so he expects it when Katsuki shoves him away. Hitoshi laughs, because that is such a Katsuki move and then he darts back in to plant a big kiss on Katsuki's cheek.

"I love you and you are plenty romantic," Hitoshi softly says and Katsuki glares at him for a moment longer because that's just who he is before he sighs.

"Yeah, yeah, same or whatever," he grumbles and then nods towards the food in front of them. "Now sit down and eat, it's going cold."

"I love the way you tell me you love me, too," Hitoshi happily says because he does.

He's totally fine with Katsuki not being demonstrative or clingy or romantic because as long as Katsuki bullies him into eating and sleeping and taking care of himself, Hitoshi knows he's loved.

He doesn't need any kind of romance for that.

#bt writes #emotional spring 2025 #shinbaku #erasermic #bnha #mha #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #shinsou hitoshi #bakugo katsuki #established relationship #married erasermic #adopted shinsou hitoshi #hurt/comfort #misunderstandings #humor #fluff

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itficlibrary · 3 months ago

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@gaylittlerichie and their MANYY works but especially their Snaggletooth Richie fic teehee Im getting back into reading fics again and their work has been so enjoyable to digest and come back to over and over again. Im a sucker for works that have super fun dialog and just a overall fun time 😭

Hi! First of all, I'm SO sorry for how late this response is!!!

I love all of Kat's (bellbawttoms on ao3) works!

The voice is so strong for each one that it's truly amazing. I love her prose in particular, as well as the fact that reading even part of any of their fics just feels like stepping back into the 80's -- she is truly skilled at immersing the reader!

For anyone new to bellbawttom's works, I recommend:

Crosseyed & Painless for fans of the authentic teenage experience in fics(tm). It's so hard growing up, you guys. I'm currently rereading it and it's crazy how much it feels like Richie T Himself is speaking to me through this fic. Cannot recommend it enough! (complete, 58k words)

Snaggletooth for fans of the genre I would coin Werewolf Despair! Cringefail Richie Tozier trying to Survive teenage life, love, and also becoming a werewolf. (ongoing, 12.5k words)

Hoarfrost for fans of more mature Reddie! Richie's parents (and Mike!) come to visit Richie and Eddie for a holiday dinner during a blizzard. A great example of Kat's versatility! (complete, 5.4k words)

The Exploding Boy is for fans of Oh God Wow Life Sucks And Existing Is Like A Neverending Depressing Slide Whistle Going Beeeeuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwwwww.... It's a great kind of Slice of Life Fic where each character feels like Some Guy you probably knew growing up! (ongoing, 62.5k words)

#ask #richie from the ditchie #reddie #it fanfiction

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kitthepurplepotato · 1 year ago

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Chapter 12 - Shopping date

Summary: Katsuki and Y/N goes furniture shopping. Y/N gets a bit overwhelmed.

Warnings: Swear words, Katsuki makes a comment about his balls, almost NSFW at the end but there is a warning before it and it’s skippable!

First Chapter Master List

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“Let’s… do something… together.” Katsuki mumbles while he enjoys his black coffee on the couch.

Well, seeing the stage of this bloody apartment after your fight, you kinda feel like this shouldn’t be a priority right now, but okay.

“I thought we are going shopping today?” You mumble back, still half asleep. Bro, it will be an absolute pain in the ass to get used to the early mornings again after this week. Katsuki is quite an early riser but thanks to your amazing talent in cuddling even he managed to stay in bed at least until 8 every day.

“They have food in the furniture store. There is also a park next to it with a pond. Koi fishes. And shit.” He mutters under his nose with red cheeks and ears. You make the most annoying sound in the whole world as the realization hits you.

“Are you trying to ask me on a date, Kats?” You wheeze. Your belly hurts. Oh damn, your boyfriend is the cutest fucking thing in the whole world.

Katsuki does not like to be ridiculed so needless to say you barely manage to dodge the explosion that comes towards you.

“You know what? Fuck you. Just fuck you.” He’s about to leave the sofa but you quickly tackle him.

“I want to go on a date with you.” You leave a tiny kiss on the grumpy blond’s lips. He only pouts at that and it’s absolutely fucking adorable. “Then I want to kiss you by your door and… well… maybe continue doing that for the rest of the night.”

You absolutely love how Katsuki becomes a putty under you. The tension leaves his body, his frown disappears, his murderous intentions long forgotten as he looks up at you in a silent plead to continue. It’s still early so Katsuki is still pliant; you wouldn’t be able to get away with this in the afternoon.

“Stop talking bullshit, you have a doctors appointment early in the morning tomorrow. I don’t want you to arrive all banged up thanks to me.” The blond smirks but his hand is soft and careful as he tugs a stray lock of hair behind your ears.

“Is that why you are restraining yourself all the time?” You leave kisses all over the his neck, absolutely loving the way he moves into it and makes you space to be able to continue further.

“No comment.” He sighs, his ears even more red than they were a second ago. Your lips slowly trail down to his naked torso, leaving small kisses all over his massive scar on his chest. “Now let me take a cold shower, otherwise we won’t make it to the store.” He retorts, suddenly angry. “And stop fucking teasing me, I’m quite sure my balls are blue at this point.”

Okay. That was… a bit too much information. You shuffle away with a red face. Not like you don’t have the same problem when it comes to the explosive blonde. The last few days were pure torture.

“Roger that.” You mumble as you make your way to your room to put on some decent clothing while you take a few deep breaths to not follow your hot ass boyfriend into the shower.

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Katsuki is a fucking snob.

“I ain’t gonna get that no name shit!”

“I look at it and it’s already falling apart, fuck that. Where’s the branded stuff? … Oi, part-timer, where is the good stuff? Is this all you’ve got?”

You really want to explode his grumpy face right now.

“Katsuki, you can’t speak to him like that!” You retort but the sales adviser jumps into your words.

“Dynamight, sir, it’s a pleasure to have you here! Let me show you around!”

Oh, the guy has a little dynamight pin on his lanyard. That’s fucking sweet.

You guys end up in a secluded area full of fancy furniture; and by fancy, you mean FANCY. There are way too many zeroes on the price tags.

“These are made of high-end materials, super sturdy yet stunning! Those ones at the back are also fireproof. The golden lining is made out of actual 24K gold.” The boy is so proud of himself, it’s absolutely adorable.

“Katsuki…” You try to speak up but he’s not listening. Well, this is a shitty date.

“What about that black and magenta one at the back, the one this woman keeps staring at?” Katsuki asks the guy, who perks up at that; he’s probably thrilled to be able to spend more time with the hero.

You can’t believe Katsuki actually payed enough attention to you to see that you’ve found something you really like. You swear he didn’t even look your way for the last ten minutes.

“That one was made by Creati! It’s limited edition. Sadly, we don’t have a book shelf in that design, only that one dresser.”

That dresser is absolutely gorgeous. It looks all black from far away but when you get closer you can see some thin metallic dark pink lines on it, which makes it look like something out of a video game.

“I’ll take that. And the bookshelves with the golden lines.” Katsuki mutters and is about to make his way to the cash point but you stop him in his tracks.

“Katsuki, I don’t need that dresser. I have enough furniture at home.”

Katsuki looks at you like you are the stupidest fucking bitch the world has ever seen and maybe you are but…

“What?”

“Where the fuck do you think you’ll keep your stuff at my place?”

“In my bag?” You ask incredulously. The guy is staring at you two like he’s seen a ghost. Ahh, the public doesn’t know about you two so he’s probably trying his best to decipher what’s going on between you two.

“Yeah, of course just keep a fucking suitcase ready every day. Whatever…” Katsuki scoffs and you swear there is a glint of hurt in his eyes. You really want to hug him. Oh fuck, you really-really want to hug him. You swear he looks like he’s about to cry.

“No, let’s get it.” You mumble with a red face. “I’ll leave the stuff I have with me at yours then. You are right, it’s easier that way, sorry for being dumb.”

Okay, look.

You are not the type to lie to someone for their own sake, but… Katsuki looked so heartbroken you just couldn’t tell him you think it’s a bit too soon for this. Plus, it’s not technically a lie, you do think it’s a smart thing to do and you do plan to stay with him for as long as he lets you so eventually, that dresser will indeed be filled to the brim with your stuff. It’s just a bit too soon. But that’s fine. You’ll freak out about it later.

Apparently, you are not the only one freaking out; the boy with the Dynamight pin flicks his eyes between you two with a constipated face, probably trying his best not to ask all the hundred questions he has all at once. Katsuki looks at the poor boy and sighs dramatically.

“Yes, that’s my woman. Don’t go running your mouth to your buddies about it, I don’t want her face to be plastered all over the the news yet. She’s not just my woman, she’s the number one hero of her country and I want people to know her for her talent and not as the chick by Dynamight’s side. She’s fucking cool and shit. She kicked my ass in a spar before. She could probably break fucking Deku in half. No one can fuck with my woman.”

Is… Katsuki boasting about you right now? Did he actually think about this before you two got together? Oh my god, that’s so thoughtful of him! You have no idea what to say and how to react to this. You kinda want to tackle him on the nearest bed as a thank you, to be absolutely honest.

“You really love her, don’t you.” The boy gawks at the blond, bamboozled.

“Of course I fucking love her.” Katsuki looks back incredulously; he doesn’t understand the whole conversation. “What, am I not allowed to have a partner, or what?” Katsuki yells, but the boy doesn’t waver; he’s clearly used the hero’s outbursts thanks to the countless amount of interviews available on YouTube, so he doesn’t take offense at all.

“No, it’s quite the opposite, Dynamight-san.” He says confidently. “I always admired you but… I thought your view of life is a little bit sad so I was hoping you’ll find someone who’ll change your mind. I admire you even more now. I’m glad you don’t see love as a weakness anymore. I’m just happy to call you my favorite hero, that’s all.” The boy smiles with tears in his eyes. Katsuki has a slight blush on his face, clearly taken aback by all the feelings thrown in his face.

“You wanna have that lanyard signed, fanboy?” He mutters to the boy who yells “YES!” Really loudly and runs over to the till area for a sharpie. Katsuki rolls his eyes with a tiny smile on his face as he signs the lanyard for him and you two make your way to the till point to pay for all your stuff; or at least that’s what you thought the plan was but Katsuki ushers you towards the pet area.

“Oi, fanboy, do you have a big ass bird house in there?”

“A… bird house?”

“Yeah, for my stupid ass pigeon, Steven.” Katsuki yells back, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Dynamight has a pretty girlfriend and a pigeon called Steven. Okay.” He mutters under his nose, clearly traumatized by all the new information.

“Yo, I will force you to sign an NDA if you don’t stop muttering!” Katsuki reprimands.

Ahh, shopping with Katsuki is really tiring but it’s also really fun.

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After a few hours, you stand in front of your new, fancy dresser. That’s all you do. You stand in front of it and stare at it like it has personally offended your mother. To be absolutely honest, you are not ready to actually fill it up with your clothing and make it officially yours.

There are so many thoughts swirling in your head right now; first of all, you still haven’t said thank you for Katsuki being considerate about your future as a hero by keeping your relationship quiet. You genuinely thought Katsuki just hated talking about his personal life and that’s why he haven’t made a single comment about not being single to the media or to anyone at the office. It was actually bothering you a bit, how he ignored you completely every time there was someone around.

You are really thankful for never making a comment about it, because there is a high possibility Katsuki would have just gotten into an argument with you instead of telling you the truth. He might have changed a lot in the last few months but his pride is still in the way when he needs to speak up about his feelings.

Well, he’s not perfect but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Will you put your shit in that or will you just keep staring at it for the rest of the night?” Katsuki urges but it’s too much too soon; you move away from the dresser to get yourself another coffee you definitely don’t need. “What the fuck?” Katsuki mutters but he leaves you to it… your heart thrashes in your chest for no reason, somehow overwhelmed by all the sudden changes. It’s so fucking stupid, really; you love him and he loves you, you both wanted this to be serious yet here you are, loosing your shit over a fucking dresser. The funniest thing is that you are actually overjoyed by how serious Katsuki is about you two; Katsuki stands by his words and wants this to be serious, he wants you here, in his space, he wants a constant reminder that you are his, even when you aren’t around and that makes you feel so-so giddy and loved… fuck, yes, it’s too soon and it’s so much to take in but you genuinely want the same things as him and now you just made him think you are not on the same wavelength and the fact that he didn’t even come out to see you means he took it to his fucking heart.

Oh fuck…

“Katsuki!” You barge back in into the bedroom after a few minutes just to see him lying in a fetal pose, hidden under the covers like a burrito that was dropped on the floor and got folded by the impact. Your stuff that was splayed out on the bed, ready to be sorted and put into the dresser is back in your bag, neatly folded. Your stomach churns from the sight. “Oh, baby…” You jump on the top of him; now that you are able to look at his face, it looks wet.

“Stop with the fucking pity. Fuck you.” The blond sniffs and hides his face into his pillow. He’s so fucking adorable.

“Katsuki, I love you so fucking much.” You admit sheepishly. “If you think I don’t want this, then you are stupid and don’t tell me that’s not what you are thinking right now because I know you. You are probably spiraling, thinking that I don’t want to fill that dresser because I don’t want you in my life but that’s bullshit.” You mumble into his ears, but Katsuki only tenses at that. “I just got a bit overwhelmed. I’ve never been in a serious relationship before and this is all new and exciting but sometimes all this new stuff just suffocates me but I only needed a few minutes to myself to realize how much I want to be with you and how lucky I am to be able to fill that dresser right now, knowing that I can come back to you any time and I’ll have everything, right there, I’m my second home. Thank you.” You leave a kiss on the blond’s cheek. Katsuki moves his face albeit reluctantly in a silent plea for an actual kiss and you are more than happy to oblige.

Warning: it gets suggestive here. Feel free to skip this last bit, it’s not important! 18+

“Call me baby one more time and I’ll kill you.” Katsuki mutters between two chaste kisses, and you can barely conceal your shit-eating grin.

“Baby.” You whisper into his ear and if the tremble of his body isn’t enough of a sign that he secretly loves it, the barely audible whimper is. “Baby, I love you.”

“Fuck.” Katsuki grumbles as he deepens the kiss, rolling to his back so you can straddle him. “I really hate it. So much. Fuck’s sake, Y/N.” He mutters but the tiny roll of his hips says it otherwise.

Damn, it got really hot in here. Oh, it’s just your ovaries that are on fire, no worries.

“Uhm, we should probably finish packing and go to sleep, my appointment is at 6AM.” You mumble, incapable of leaving your boyfriend’s mouth alone.

“Uhum.” That’s all you get as an answer, topped up with another hip-roll which makes you moan out loud this time. “Fuck’s sake, get off me before I do something stupid.” Katsuki pushes you out of the bed but you manage to manifest a levitation quirk just before your ass hits the floor. “Nice save.” Katsuki laughs, clearly happy that you are able to take a little bit of roughness.

“Anything for your amusement.” You wink at the hero whose mind certainly goes to the other things you might be capable of doing with a quirk. Cheeky.

“Shut up.”

… next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Yes, Katsuki got so excited about that bloody dresser that he completely forgot about the food and the park. Bad Katsuki. I’m surprised he didn’t forget about his own bookshelf to be honest. 😂😂😂😂

- So I was today years old when I realized that there is a difference between blonde and blond. So I’m really sorry for using the wrong one this whole time. You should’ve told me though! 😂

- There might be a bigger delay with the next chapter as my rota for next week is absolute fucked up + I have plans on my day offs as well but I’ll do my best.

- Also! The next chapter will probably end with NSFW but I think I’ll post it in a separate post and leave a link for it by the end of the SFW chapter. So if the chapter feels short it will be because some it is NSFW. Sorry about that and I hope this works for everyone who’s uncomfortable with that kind of content.

- I hope you guys are having a great day! I got a care package from home; my mom sent me my favorite handmade cookies and I’m so happy I could cry. Also got a training Katsuki funko 😭 I’m blessed.

TL:

@sixxze @iwannahaveaprettyaesthetic @hanatsuki-hime @cloroxisadelectabletreat @cheesenmax @coffeent @smolsleepybat @therealpotatobish @qardasngan @canarystwin @unofficialmuilover @nanamomo1 @mikestuffffs @p4ndawrites @yao-ai @porusuniverse

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou x self insert #bakugo x you #shenanigansbypurplepotato #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #soft katsuki

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egotank · 3 months ago

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Can I have some CG!Bakugou with Little!Aoyama (Needy Little and Confused Caregiver)!!?? I just see those two as a very healthy relationship! (Can you also try and include Aoyama always wanting juice and being persistent about it if his little cup is empty? Ex. "Papa! My sippy!" "My sippy empty!" It's like he tugs on Bakugou's shirt if his sippy is empty!)

Thank you!

Fussy Little Dazzler

Okay yep where are the tissues at? Crying at how cutely you wrote the example and that headcanon is so adorable I might just explode!! /vpos -Kats

Katsuki is the kind of guy you would expect to absolutely hate taking care of kids and in truth he does but when it comes to Yuga going little dude does a full 180 he becomes kinda sweet not like super sweet because obviously he still wants everyone to think he’s tough. He’s not 100% great at this caregiver thing but he tries his hardest he still has to google stuff sometimes or bug Izuku.

Today however Aoyama and Bakugou where chilling in his dorm room the sparkling blonde was drinking juice out of a sippy cup that Bakugou had somehow managed to bedazzle an orange X on it with little rhinestones at some point in time. He was scrolling on his phone while watching the other color when he felt a tug on his shirt and looked up.

“Papa sippy empty!!”

Yuga pouts at him and he gets up grabbing the sippy cup from him.

“You stay here my Little Dazzler and keep colouring.”

He grumbles out leaving his dorm room to walk to the dormitories kitchen opening the fridge to grab the raspberry juice and fill up the sippy cup. He makes his way back to the room crouching down and handing the sparkling blonde his juice.

You would think Bakugou would eventually get annoyed at Aoyama when five minutes later he’s bugging him again but he surprisingly just ruffles the others hair and going to fill the sippy cup up again it’s not until Katsuki’s been to the kitchen five times that his classmates start to wonder if he’s secretly annoyed.

Todoroki attempts to ask the ash blonde if he’s annoyed only to be told.

“Sorry IcyHot the Little Dazzler will be upset if I don’t bring him his juice talk to you later.”

His response shocking most of his classmates as they weren’t really aware that he would ever be the type of guy to caretake for any little whatsoever. Needless to say the encounter with Todoroki did delay he’s arrival with the littles juice by five minutes meaning he came back to his dorm room to a pretty fussy Yuga.

He deals with it pretty quickly handing over the sippy filled with juice and to make up for his delay he lets Aoyama restyle his hair with ribbons and sparkly hair clips.

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practically-an-x-man · 7 months ago

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Cuddle ask!!!

6 for Kat

11 for Eris

I've actually written 11 for Eris before! Here's the link to that one, it's cute :3

Now for Kat...

6. trying to crawl under their shirt Cuddle & Snuggle Prompts

Not completely sure what that one's supposed to mean, but I'm sure I can come up with something! Thanks!

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She loved these little movie nights.

Katherine had long since grown used to the lack of normalcy in her life. She cherished it, even. The museum was alive, the Egyptian gods were real and their magic flowed through her, her boyfriend was a millennia-old pharaoh (she still wasn't sure whether which side of that bent at her mind more, the age or the fact that he'd once ruled over an entire city-state), and she was comfortable in the midst of all that chaos. She loved her life.

But sometimes it was nice just to curl up and pretend things were ordinary.

She stretched to reach the remote control and flicked the volume down a couple ticks. It was late enough now that everything felt just a hair too loud, but Katherine couldn't tell whether that was the ambient noise around her dying down or simply her own body getting tired and becoming more sensitive to input. It didn't really matter which.

Katherine tossed the remote back to the other end of the couch and shifted to a more comfortable position. She'd seen this movie a hundred times before, but Ahk hadn't - his eyes were glued to the screen. It was cute.

He sat beside her on the couch, his arm around her shoulders. He'd been just as wowed by the pop-up footrest as he was with the movie itself - also cute, she thought. He'd given up his usual garb for the night, and was instead dressed in a black knit sweater and a pair of slacks.

"I like this look on you," she murmured, admiring the soft, cozy way the sweater fit around his body. The royal look was attractive of its own right, of course, but it was rare that he let himself just be comfortable. Even this outfit was still a little academic, she thought, the sort of thing she saw her college professors wear during the week of midterms - when it was cold out and nobody really wanted to be there anyway, but they still weren't willing to totally fudge the dress code just yet.

But he looked comfortable, his posture loose and his arm tucked tucked around her, and that was what really mattered to her.

"Hm?" Ahk hummed, his attention finally drawn away from the screen.

"You look really nice," Katherine echoed, and slipped her hands under the hem of his sweater. His skin was warm underneath, though she felt him flinch a little when her fingers made contact. Katherine drew her hands back and offered him a tilted look. Ahk laughed a little, under his breath, and folded his fingers around her own.

"You hands are cold," he said, and lifted them to his lips. Her face exploded with heat at the gesture, but Katherine just gave him a light scoff.

"Okay, dead guy." she teased, smiling when the remark made him laugh. Ahk gave her hands a brief squeeze, warming her skin, then released his grip. When Katherine didn't move at first, he gently took her wrists and guided her back to where she'd been, a clear invitation for the touch.

So she let her hands creep back under the hem of his shirt, palms sliding softly up his back until she held him in an odd sort of embrace.

To another person, the touch might've become a signal towards something more. But Katherine had never particularly wanted sex, and it didn't seem like Ahk did either - at the very least, he'd never felt enough of an urge to expect it from her, and he'd always been respectful about those boundaries.

It wasn't meant to be a symbol of any intent, and her pharaoh didn't take it as such. She just wanted to be near him. That had always been enough. Katherine counted herself lucky (very lucky) that she'd found someone who understood that so easily. She counted herself lucky for a lot of things. She'd never have imagined a man like him caring for her the way that he did.

So she didn't mind the adventure. She didn't mind the chaos. She didn't mind the nights spent playing cards in the lobby of the museum, or holed up in the planetarium theater to look at manufactured stars. She didn't mind the way none of her college friends believed she had a partner, because she couldn't ever bring him around to her afternoon classes to meet them.

But once in a while... it was nice to pretend.

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my writing #my ocs #oc katherine johnson #ficlet #fluff #domestic fluff #oc x canon #witchy-self-shipper

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scarlet-traveler · 1 year ago

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Touch #50!

Touch #50: putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy it!

Contrary to popular belief, Katsuki enjoyed listening to Eijirou talk.

Normally he wouldn’t want to listen to anybody say a single word because 90% of what any of his classmates said was fucking useless, and the same could be said about the stuff that Eijirou spouted, but it was also…different. Like the random stories about rocks found and dogs pet and failed cooking mattered.

The crush Katsuki had been harboring for the redhead since Kamino may have contributed to this opinion. Maybe. Possibly.

He still maintained that everything Eijirou said was important now that they were dating, and he’d gladly lay on his bed, head in his lap while Eijirou’s hand played in his hair as he prattled on about who-knows-what, his voice vibrating the air and Katsuki’s whole being, setting as a cozy warmth in his chest.

Today, however, Katsuki was debating whether or not to rip Eijirou’s lips off his face so that he couldn’t say another word for the rest of his life.

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” Eijirou said, fucking blatantly and without shame as he stared at Katsuki across the little table in his room with a dopey smile, elbow propped on the tabletop and fist holding up his hand.

Katsuki’s ears burned, and his grip tightened on his pencil, but he resolutely kept his gaze down as he glared at the study guide he was preparing. “Only about seven fucking times today.”

“Then let’s make it eight!” Eijirou cheered as if Katsuki’s heart wasn’t racing in a clear threat on his life. “Because you’re so pretty, Kats, the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. Did you know that your eyes sparkle when you get excited? They were sparkling when you beat Midoriya’s time during training today.”

The heat spread to Katsuki’s face, and he whipped his head up to glare at Eijirou. “The fuck, my eyes don’t sparkle!” Yeah, he’d been happy when he’d done better than Deku, but sparkling eyes? Fuck that.

Eijirou just grinned wider, the asshole. “They totally did, dude. And they sparkle all the time! Like when the class compliments your food when it’s your turn to cook, or when you find new All Might merch at the mall, or when you pass a test even though you’re too smart to ever get so much as a B.” His smile, his whole demeanor, then turned softer as he locked eyes with Katsuki, and the amount of love in his expression made him sharply inhale.

“They were sparkling this morning too. You looked at me as soon as you woke up, and you had the sweetest smile. You didn’t even try to hold it back like you usually do! You were just so adorable Katsuki, I swear-”

Katsuki couldn’t take listening to this anymore. He felt like his quirk had transferred to his face and it was about to explode it was so hot, so he did the only thing he could think of. He reached out, slapping a hand over Eijirou’s mouth; the loving look in his eyes disappeared as they went wide, blinking owlishly at Katsuki. “Ei, I love you, but I swear if you don’t shut the fuck up I am going to blow your face off. It’s like you’re trying to kill me, asshole.”

Eijirou fortunately took Katsuki’s threat to heart, not saying a single word as he blinked again. But then his eyes glinted, making Katsuki tense as he braced himself for whatever he could say next. Instead of words though, he felt Eijirou’s mouth open behind his hand, and something wet ran along the length of his palm.

Katsuki immediately yanked his hand back with a noise of disgust, wiping it off on his pants as he sent Eijirou an affronted glare. “Did you just lick my fucking hand?!”

“Yep!” Eijirou’s smile made it evident that he was particularly proud of himself for that stunt, as if it wasn’t a move for five year olds. “Knew that would make you move.”

“And did you know that you just licked fucking nitro?”

“Duh, I know what your quirk is.”

Katsuki just gave him a look, and he steadily watched the realization dawn on Eijirou’s face, pride slowly morphing into horror. “Oh.”

“Yeah, idiot. Congrats, you just poisoned yourself.” Katsuki got up and hauled Eijirou to his feet by the arm before dragging him to the door. “Now let’s get your dumbass to Recovery Girl before you pass out on me.”

“It’s not actually that bad, is it?” Eijirou asked, voice shaky.

Katsuki looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. “You wanna find out?”

Eijirou picking up the pace and dragging him along was answer enough.

Turns out Katsuki had been right; halfway to the main building Eijirou started getting sluggish, his face turning a little green, and by the time they made it to the nurse’s office Katsuki was practically carrying him inside. Neither had the courage to answer honestly about what had happened under Recovery Girl’s scrutinizing gaze. Katsuki was definitely too embarrassed to bring everything up.

#mha #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #krbk fanfic #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #fanfic #traveler writes #chaotic kiri making a comeback - I write him quite a bit tbh #i googled the effects of nitro poisoning for this and kiri's gonna be fine just nauseous and lightheaded and feeling dumb

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fabdante · 3 months ago

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Headcanon that Vergil helped Kat burn down her old home, for the catharsis of it all. (And maybe as a way for Kat to fake her death? If she decided she needed to.)

Just. Vergil holding up a can of gasoline, "Committing arson all by yourself, Kat?"

Kat still has the lighter they used. It's dented, and has got tiny Red Orbs embedded in it- crystallized demon blood, from Kat's foster father. Vergil and Kat also painted on the lighter a bit, just to really personalize it. She keeps it full, just in case.

Not sure how well this fits with the two of them, so y'know. *floats it over to you*

I really love the idea of them burning down the house, that is very fun!

One of the first scenes I had to sort through with Swan Songs drafts was the whole foster father situation with Kat and I remember the early drafts being very convoluted to a point where now I've been trying to like...simplify the whole thing.

One of the bigger issues is, of course, how do we cover up the murder of this guy and make sure no ones looking for Kat. Like i figured his body would take care of itself (in the silly way where dmc demons always kinda just explode and vanish and what not). But like there's still like...the rest of the crime scene. And while arson might be a tad dramatic and might bring more issues for them it is fun and cathartic. I would very much like Kat to burn down the house.

I think perhaps to a return to the house to burn it down might be nice?

Like after killing her foster father like the house is going to be abandoned and it's not like anyone can sell it with the owner like gone and Kat would certainly want nothing to do with it, it's not even in her name. I'm sure after a while the house would default back to the bank and what not but, still, that's even if there's mortgage payments involved.

Returning to the house, seeing it in like this state of abandonment, and getting to sort of take out some of her trauma on the house I think might be very cathartic for Kat. She often in Swan Song refers to it as a tomb, and refers to herself as rotting there, so I think burning it down now that it's been a little bit and less people are wondering where that guy and his kid went, would be cathartic for her.

And Vergil, I imagine, is probably there with her. He'll help make sure the tracks are covered and everything. No matter how you view him and his goals with Kat, at the very least having her working through her trauma even in ways like this is better for the plan is it not?

#fab talks #fabtalks #ask #dmc reboot #i might have to add arson to the various crimes kat and vergil commit together in swan song asdfghjk

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fairytale-memory · 23 days ago

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@\fairytale-tragedy:

⚔️ I wanna fuck him BAD.

🎀He truly is like a man straight out of a fairytale!

❄️Hot. Very hot.

🌗Extremely unlikely to hurt Kyo, I think...

@\fairytale-mystery:

⚔️ Oberon and I have a bet going on when he and Kyo are gonna kiss. I think it's sooner, he thinks later.

🎀Kat and I have a bet going on when he and Kyo are gonna kiss. I thnk it's later, because Kyo is so goddamn emotionally constipated. Let me into front for literally 5 minutes and I can get him LAID !!

❄️I find him funny.

🌗I am deeply concerned about him.

@\fairytale-fantasy:

⚔️Kairi is AWESOME.

🎀Kairi is AWESOME!!

❄️Kairi is great.

🌗Kairi is... well, I guess she's not all bad.

fairytale-symphony: ⚔️🎀🌓❄️ baby, do you know what it's like to die?

@\fairytale-fatality:

⚔️smash

🎀smash

❄️smash

🌗smash

@\fairytale-harmony:

⚔️SEKAIII DES

🎀ICHIBAN OHIMESAMAAA

❄️SOU IU ATSUKAII

🌗KOKOROOOO ETE YO NE

@\fairytale-comedy: Can't imagine how it must suck to grow up with Shigeo for an older brother.

⚔️Scary!

🎀The only other person who knows about Ratrick, ooo...

❄️Demon child.

🌗Exorcise her!

@\imperatrix--umbrosa:

⚔️Suuuuper awesome, dude. I've seen her fling guys around like it was nothing...

🎀Incredible woman!

❄️She's a hoot! Pretty great.

🌗Very strong. Guess that makes sense, seeing the whole goddess thing... I always forget she's an immortal divine being, because she acts very human.

@\language-of-eternity:

⚔️heh.

🎀hehe.

❄️hehehe.

🌗OH MY GOD

@\flaming-requiem:

⚔️funny!

🎀silly. perhaps a little goofy if you will.

❄️bouyant AND aerodynamic. what's not to love?

🌗she seems fine.

@\windswept-aria:

⚔️jackass.

🎀jackass.

❄️jackass.

🌗jackass.

@\exploding-meerkats-official:

⚔️at first it was funny, and then it stopped being funny.

🎀DEMON CHILDREN!!!

❄️EXORCISE EM!!!

🌗God, can you hear me? Hell? Is this hell?

@\rat--mafia:

⚔️fucking gottem dude

🎀K/O

❄️HEAD SHOT

🌗RIP BOZO

@\neverending-snake:

⚔️pretty music!

🎀absolutely fabulous.

❄️pretty nice!

🌗a good person.

@\neverending-sakura: ⚔️🎀❄️🌗 Can't say I've heard of her.

@\neverending-snowstorm: ⚔️🎀❄️🌗 Can't say I've heard of him.

@\neverending-slaughter: ⚔️🎀❄️🌗 Can't say I've heard of her.

@\viridescent-lily: ⚔️🎀❄️🌗 WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN "MAN" AND "GOD"? SURELY SUCH A CONCEPT IS TRANSIENT, AND SHIFTS. THE MONARCH HAS ASCENDED TO GODHOOD. WORSHIP THE KEEPER OF THE SKIES TO SAVE THIS KINGDOM FOREVERMORE.

@\luminescent-lily:

⚔️she seems sad.

🎀FABULOUS taste in fashion.

❄️I feel hollow looking at her.

🌗I don't like thinking about death.

@\yoisakeez: ⚔️🎀❄️🌗 Barely know her.

@\asahineez:

⚔️🎀❄️ Kairi likes her, so I like her.

🌗That's a pretty good mask she's putting up.

@\enaneez:

⚔️🎀❄️🌗 mean :(

@\mizukeez:

⚔️WOULD

🎀100% WOULD

❄️WOULD

🌗Too touchy-feely.

@\sinful-dying-wish: ⚔️🎀❄️🌗 IS THAT A CAGE BUDDIES REFERENCE

@\sorrowful-dying-wish: ⚔️🎀❄️🌗 Barely know her.

@\soulful-dying-wish:

⚔️Scary.

🎀Fascinating. But also scary.

❄️SCARYY. Are we sure she and Shuichi are related?

🌗 I'm not scared of her.

@\sickly-dying-wish: ⚔️🎀❄️🌗 Barely know them.

@\snowy-lily:

⚔️She's suuuper energetic.

🎀I love her sense of style as well!

❄️Cute.

🌗 She's so painfully obviously lying, it hurts me.

@\ardent-lily: ⚔️🎀❄️🌗 *sigh* that guy...

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