#maybe I will make this into a Drabble

[that-sarcastic-writer]

This episode made me think about how Robby would react to finding out his fiancé is pregnant. Cause here’s the thing, she’s in her mid 30s, but he’s 50, and he’s gonna be a dad. He doesn’t understand why your stupid iud stopped working, that’s the whole point of that fucking thing. He’s trying to figure out exactly when and how that thing stopped working. It’s not like you fuck every waking moment. Well, you do more than someone his age should but that’s beside the point. He’s trying to figure out whether or not he might have possibly moved it out of place at some point and he’s mortified at the thought. But then again, he doesn’t quite know why it only happened now after being together for so long. But still, here you are, crying in your pjs as you hand him the positive test. I think he would honestly cry too. Whether it’d be of joy or if this will be his last straw, he’s not quite sure either.

[miscellaneous-misty]

diligent nerd sukuna who is the most strict, grumpy, arrogant nerd you have ever met.

diligent nerd sukuna who feels the need to intervene when you sit next to him near the front of the lecture hall on the first day of class. with all the typos and mistakes you're making on your notes, he thinks it's either a fluke or a miracle that you even got into this advanced course.

diligent nerd sukuna who corrects your misunderstandings about the lecture and material as you write the information down, insulting you after the lecture for bringing a laptop for taking notes when you clearly should've brought a notebook. writing notes by hand is better for remembering the material in the long run, don't you know something so basic? idiot.

diligent nerd sukuna who nearly snaps his pencil in half when you shrug and tell him you never really take notes for most of your courses. when you tell him you never study for the exams, he really does break his pencil then.

diligent nerd sukuna who is personally offended by your unreasonably relaxed attitude and utter disregard for your academic career. he drags you to the campus library, demanding for you to sit down and learn to study. you shrug and go along with him, a coy smile teasing the edges of your lips as sukuna unknowingly makes you skip class.

diligent nerd sukuna who sits next to you and hands you a spare notebook he carries in his backpack because of course he carries an extra notebook with him, do you take him to be an idiot like you?

diligent nerd sukuna who lectures you for three hours (with 15 minute breaks in between because obviously breaks are important for absorbing the material properly) on proper studying methods and note-taking. you sit there, smiling and nodding blankly, admiring his handsome face and the muscles bulging underneath his drab clothes, wondering what his body looks like underneath.

diligent nerd sukuna who takes everything way too seriously. he'll scoff whenever you try to show him any memes or videos during the breaks, judging you for wasting your time on stupid content instead of relaxing in a more productive and useful manner, telling you to join him in stretching and taking a walk instead.

diligent nerd sukuna who doesn't understand what you find so funny about his dress sense. yes, he wears glasses, sweater vests, white button-up shirts tucked neatly into his crisp khaki pants, and sensible shoes. what do you mean it doesn't suit his personality? what do you mean his tattoos don't match the vibe of his outfit? are you trying to piss him off?

diligent nerd sukuna who gets pissed off when you tell him your grades are decent enough, so you don't see the point in studying or trying hard. you'll get your degree either way, it's not like it matters. but he scoffs, telling you that it's important to understand the material properly because if you don't, your incompetency will negatively impact everyone you interact with at your place of work once you graduate. he holds his chin high, looking down on you as he says that you shouldn't settle for less if you want the best possible outcome for yourself and for the world around you.

diligent nerd sukuna who really can't understand why the hell you stared at him for a moment before laughing and calling him cute. you really must be stupid to respond like that.

diligent nerd sukuna who patiently explains every question or concept you don't understand, despite having a grouchy demeanor about him. when he leans in close to you to look at what you've written, you can feel his body heat radiating from him, hot and inviting, the faint smell of his fresh, minty breath making you wonder what it would taste like to kiss him. the three hours pass by quickly with a tutor like him.

diligent nerd sukuna who gets the funniest, goofiest look of shock on his face for about a millisecond when you tell him you missed a class because of his spontaneous study session with you.

diligent nerd sukuna who is immediately angry that you didn't say anything about the class you were supposed to attend. he's even more livid when you shrug and say he was more interesting than your class. you still should've attended instead of skipping!

diligent nerd sukuna who looks like he wants to throttle you when you giggle cutely at his reaction, a weird feeling fluttering around in his stomach at the twinkle in your eyes. you jot down your number in his spare notebook, winking at him as you tell him to hit you up sometime for another study session.

diligent nerd sukuna who watches you leave, annoyed that you left the notebook behind. what was the point of taking all those notes if you weren't going to keep them for reviewing later? wasn't it obvious he was going to let you keep the damn thing?

diligent nerd sukuna who decides to never text or call you because you're a carefree slacker, a simpleton who flows through life all easy breezy. the complete opposite of him. he should only be surrounding himself with like-minded people who value success above all else.

diligent nerd sukuna who caves in less than twenty-four hours, telling himself he's just messaging you because it's good for him to explain the concepts to someone else to reinforce his own understanding. he's only doing this for his own benefit. it's definitely not because he can't stop thinking about your smile or laugh or the way you look at him like you want more. definitely not because of that.

diligent nerd sukuna who glares at you when you two meet again and you tease him for contacting you so soon, singsonging that he definitely likes you. he adamantly denies it, insisting that this is the last time he'll be studying with the likes of you. no, he isn't pouting. why would you even suggest that? stop laughing and let's get to work already!

masterlist

[fbfh]

leo valdez with a breeding kink… i’d literally give that man anything he wants 😫

OHHHHHH FUCK ME. I WANNA KISS YOU ON BOTH CHEEKS FOR THIS ONE. Leo does not realize he has a breeding kink until it hits him like a fucking semitruck. you're with some family and friends at a little get together, and you end up looking after a baby cousin to give their parents a break. you have the kiddo on your lap while you chat with your friend, and when Leo gets back with drinks he nearly drops them. Boom. Light switch on, breeding kink in full force. He doesn't even realize what's happening, not quite yet, but all he knows is that it's going to take every ounce of self control he has to wait until the party's over. after a physically painful eternity that he suspects is his eternal punishment from the gods worse than pushing a boulder or being strapped to a boulder or holding up a planet sized boulder (it's maybe an hour and a half max) you're finally on your way home. He nearly pulls an irish goodbye just to get his beautiful beautiful hands on you sooner, and Leo is NOT the type to leave without at least a dozen hugs and cheek kisses and leftovers and plans to meet up next time, so you know something must be going on with him. the only reason he doesn't fuck you in the car (and he is this fucking close) is because he knows that he wants to take his time with you. Also, he can get pretty vocal. Also so can you. (anyone would with him jfc) so he keeps his hand on your thigh while he drives. He rubs it, inches it up higher and higher, higher than he ever has outside the bedroom until he's practically fingering you in the passenger seat. Honestly you wouldn't complain if he did. The sound of your flustered, surprised giggle when he pick you up and carries you into your house over his shoulder, all unga bunga like something primal has woken up inside him. And it has. When he lays you down on your bed which is still descheveled from the fun you'd had that morning, when he kisses you like he's hungry and strips you down like he's unwrapping a christmas present, neither of you know what's gotten into him yet. But he knows one thing for damn sure.

There's no way in hell he's pulling out tonight. Or ever again, if he's being honest.

So really, you'll both find out what's gotten into him (and you) in about nine months

[zevrra]

could u write a jayce x female or gn reader fic or blurb where the reader has major baby fever or just wants a child in general? I feel like Jayce would make such a good girl dad. idk..this request is pretty stupid but i’ve just been craving Jayce as a dad.

I LUV UR WRITING BTW!! PLS NEVER STOP POSTING! 🤍

a/n: AAAAH this was such a cute idea i couldn’t resist KSHDKH. jayce 100% is a girl dad, you can’t change my mind and i also like to think he’d want a HUGE family too. 😭 thank you so much for the request and im sorry it’s a lil shorter but i hope it makes you giggle and kick your feet at the thought of dad!jayce bc i did KSHSKH i love jayce so much omg

jayce is definitely someone who wants to have a giant family one day. wants to have as many kids, in anyway possible, as his partner will let him. he’d be so sweet talking about how one day he hopes he can show off his kids and give them everything they could ever dream about. his heart is so big and it’s just so cute.

the two of you had been together for a very long time and seeing every child recently made you yearn for your own. so when you mention over dinner one day, wanting to start a family; he’s ecstatic. he’s so happy, staring at you with wide eyes as his face lights up with that stupidly charming smile of his.

“are you serious?” he asks; as if this might be a dream and that you’re lying to him.

“no jayce, i said it just to tease you.” you respond sarcastically. laughing with a shake of your head. you manage a shy glance in his direction as your fingers play with the utensils on the table. “i’ve just been thinking about it recently. seeing all the cute babies around the city during the holidays is just making me…want to start a family.” you add with a smile towards your lover.

who still sits and stares at you with wide eyes. his mouth slightly agape, fangs flashing as his lips curl up in a warm smile. he reaches across the table to grab your hand, his pretty hazel eyes full of love as he brings your hand up to his lips; placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.

“it’s your call, my love but i would be honored to start a family with you.” jayce hums sweetly. he plants another kiss against your knuckles before his thumb rubs across the top of your hand, soothingly touching you as he practically looks like he’s on the verge of tears. as if he’s waited for this moment for forever.

always so dramatic and you loved him for it.

“i think you’d make a great dad.” you state in a matter of fact tone, giving his hand a gentle squeeze back.

and truly, jayce would in fact make the best dad. you didn’t have to say it out loud to know it was true either; since he was already the perfect partner. you could easily imagine him with a little girl, protecting her from any harm, playing dress up, pretending to drink tea when he’s offered a plastic cup. he’s so sweet and deserves everything good in the world and you wanted nothing more than to start that next chapter in his and your own life.

[heartkaji]

cw : suggestive !

mitsuki kiryu kisses you like he hasn’t been fed in days.

he eats your lips like it’s a three course meal. for appetizers, tongue slips under tongue as his fingers cage your neck so gently his touch feels like a butterfly, fleeting yet undeniably there for better or for worse. for dinner his crotch ruts against yours as his fingers tighten round your neck & jaw clenches as he bites down & lip bleeds unto lip & god you’re whining in pain but is it bad that your muffled whimpers only make him want to go further ?

for dessert his touch turns gentle as he draws hearts along your hip bone, sucking and drawing blood away from your cherry bruised mouth as pathetic sorrys tumble down his lips & into yours. honestly you should slap him away but miel de pêche wafts into your nose & he calls you his pretty princess & suddenly you’re only a fool for the pinkette, a moaning & groaning shivering mess as he kisses his way down your naked stomach, silver piercing grazing your cold skin while his right hand tugs at the cusp of your bra. how can you deny him when his every touch sets your soul on fire ?

mitsuki kiryu is always hungry, & when it comes to you he makes sure to eat his fill.

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, edit, translate or reupload

[stottlemorgan]

I kind of wanna write a little fic about the gang with a little toddler girl wreaking absolute havoc about camp like how cute?? They have to tag team her each time because she's just relentlessly energetic and they're all so tired from the day to day already.

She's running (as well as she can) around, Javier's desperately trying to get her to put her coat back on, his voice cracking, "Vuelve aquí, princesa!", but she's too busy babbling and giggling.

Arthur and John are stood somewhere talking and they hear a little 'oof' and a thump behind them and turn around to see her having tripped. Arthur's immediately there, picking her up, making sure she's okay as Javier catches up, his breaths heaving. "You okay there, little miss?" "She- Won't stop- Running-"

John's just awkwardly watching, a little stiff, but his face softens a little when he sees she's scraped her knees and palms. And oh how he feels the urge to walk off when she starts to cry; annoyance wars with compassion within him and he's not a fan.

Susan seeks out her little cries instantly, ordering someone to get a cloth and some warm water to clean her up. The girls all coo and tell her she'll be okay. Dutch is all firm but amusement flickers in his eyes despite himself, "You're all soft, you ain't supposed to use baby talk."

Arthur shakes his head, bouncing her on his hip to try and soothe her, "It's fine. How you talk to 'em don't matter, as long as you talk nice." And of course, Arthur knows this because he read a few books here and there way back when.

Like it just seems so sweet??? I wanna go through how everyone would be with her and I just think it'd be so softtt.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

fire breathing roommate chronicles !

a dragon appears . . ?!

lowkey..just lowkey.. thinkin about waking up one day and seeing dragon! bakugou in your house…accompanied by a giant hole in your wall.

you’re so confused you can barely process it. there’s a handsome man passed out on your floor and from what you can see (which is basically everything since his shirt is torn to shreds) he looks injured. you also live on the third floor so you have no idea how he landed here, but you think the huge sprawled out wings on his back, his tail and those huge reddish horns that scream “ i’m a mythical being !!” might be the reason.

but there is one thing you’re able to think about and that’s how much money will it cost to fix your damn wall??

you call off work. you call it a family emergency because you don’t think “a shirtless man i think might be a demon just blasted through my wall and he looks injured” is gonna fly over well with your boss.

he seems to be able to heal himself because his wounds look better than when you first laid eyes on him and you can see that his skin looks like it’s restitching itself almost, you decide to help him out a bit and at least dress his wounds up the best you can with the little you know about doctor..stuff.

when he comes to though, he acts like you’re the one who knocked him out. he’s snarling and scowling at you, sharp teeth on display while he growls at you from the comfort of your fucking couch. he spits out all types of curses at you, you’re shocked because they come out so naturally. you’d honestly expected him to speak like some type of caveman and for a second you think this is just a very rude man in very convincing cosplay.

he keeps insulting you and he’s a little too good at it, so much so that it actually hurts your feelings a little. he keeps yapping about how if you didn’t let him out this instant he’ll have you grilled and barbecued or how he’d make quick work of you and have you sold to some merchants for a good amount of gold, since you “look like you’re not worth that much.” you’re a little pissed now. you scowl at him and you feel silly for calling off work and not pushing this huge asshole out of your flat and leaving whatever knocked him out to deal with him.

“you’re the one who blasted a hole in my wall, you jerk ! i say i’m the one who should have you sold if you can’t reimburse me for this, asshole ! and if you wanna walk out without a shirt on and get arrested like a creep, the door’s right there.” you don’t care to see him, because you would’ve seen how his eyes widened to the size of saucers at your retorts. you’ve never been more irritated in your entire life when you stalk to your room to get some much needed rest and to fight off the headache you can already feel slamming against your skull. “even demon men are insufferable.” you mutter bitterly before slamming the door.

you somehow managed to fall back asleep because when you open your eyes again it’s about 10 am. you’re frantic for a moment because you think this was somehow just a very vivid dream and you’re so late for work now. you slam your door open wide eyed and your wall is intact.

shit, your boss was gonna let you have it—

you catch something from the corner of your eye. the insufferable demon man is staring..glaring(?) at you but it’s not as intense as earlier,though. and he’s very much still seated on your couch.

“m-my wall..” you trail off. he clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes at you “i fixed it” he gruffs out.

you like how his voice sounds when he isn’t screaming and threatening you, you immediately scold yourself for thinking like that. he stares and keeps staring at you and you can’t decipher what he’s thinking

“oh..” you gasp “thank you.” he clicks his tongue again and looks away from you. just as much of an ass, but you guessed he felt a little bad about your wall, enough to fix it..somehow. you won’t ask for details.

you can’t will yourself to move past your doorframe so you decide to lean on it a little bit, rubbing your fuzzy socked foot against your calf, you catch him staring at the sudden movement before he looks back up at you. “so are you…a demon or something?” he scoffs for what feels like the umpteenth time today “don’t insult me, human.” he snarls then his face relaxes just slightly “m’ a dragon.” he grumbles.

“oh, wow” the little amount of fantasy manga you’ve read could never have prepared you for this.

you thank him for fixing your wall and he glares at you like he’s mad about it. but then he says he owes it to you for healing him. pointing towards his bandage covered chest. you feel your cheeks burn a little and you’re waving him off, telling him it’s no big deal and somehow his brows furrow even harder. “..so ? what do you want from me?” he growls when you tilt your head at him in confusion “don’t play dumb with me, filthy human ! what do you want in exchange for saving me ?”

“ohh…” you moan. then you shrug “i mean, you already fixed my wall, so i don’t really need anything from you, unless you can make my boss give me a promotion.” you giggle at your own joke and you wave him off again when he looks at you questioningly “nevermind.” you giggle.

he ignores you “you don’t want anything..nothing ?” he speaks apprehensively like he expects you to trick him, you shake your head. he looks bothered by it. he lowers his head and his eyebrows furrow in frustration then he growls.

you think maybe, maybe, he’s the type to feel bad whenever they feel like they can’t repay some type of service. you hadn’t noticed he was apparently on death’s door when you bandaged him up before and it makes you sweat drop a little bit, you try your best to shake it off. he stands up to leave, but he glances at you and suddenly his feet have stopped moving like he’s stuck there and he stares. he doesn’t even look mad like you’ve gotten used to him being for the short amount of time you’ve known him, he just looks confused. he stares at you and you stare at him and for a reason that you cannot understand you don’t want him to leave.

“ um !” you shrink into yourself, embarrassed from his gaze and the fact you were suddenly so loud. “well..you can’t exactly go out like this, it’ll be bad for you i think..it might attract attention to see a wounded shirtless guy walking around, people might take you for..i dunno—” you stumble “a crazy, dangerous person ! yeah, and if that happens they might take you away..so..that’d be bad for you, right ?” you hope he doesn’t realize how much you’re bullshitting around for an excuse but he almost seems to humor you when he crosses his arms across his toned chest.

“what do you suggest i do then, human ?” he growls lowly. he stalks towards you slowly, never breaking eye contact. you will yourself to stay with your feet planted firmly to the ground and head held up somewhat high as you stare up at him, damn he’s tall.

“ you stay here until you’re fully healed, if you wanna make it up to me. it would honestly save me so much trouble” it’s the truth. you can’t help but feel bad when the thought of him getting captured or experimented on crosses your mind, even if he is an asshole, but you don’t say that. you hold out your hand for him to shake “deal ?”

he squints at you and stares and you stare back. usually he would’ve stayed true to his threat and burned you alive by now, the trivial lives of humans are none of his concern. and yet for some reason he himself doesn’t know the answer to he stayed, even fixed up your damn wall you were whining about and even considered apologizing to you..which he absolutely never does !

there’s something different about you and he wants to find out what that something is. so, not so begrudgingly he slowly grasps your hand and squeezes lightly. he ignores the tiny voice in his head that tells him how soft and perfect your hand feels in his.

“deal.”

[mysteriesmuse]

Princess Reader x Royal Guard Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugou Katsuki’s job is literally to stand by you day and night. You promoted him to being your personal guard and now he follows you around the castle like a dog. Katsuki thought he would hate it. Thought he would have to do something to get himself fired. Something that would make you dislike him because everytime he was around you his skin definitely felt red hot and he had a slight nauseating sensation in his stomach. It’s only when steam started pouring out his ears with him clenching his teeth and palms that he was able to pinpoint that feeling. Oh yes that previous feeling was jealously and Katsuki Bakugou apparently didn’t hate you. Because he really felt jealous about this stupid suitor that was attempting to woo you. He liked you. He had a crush on the princess he was in charge of protecting with his life. Not that, that would change. But now he had a reason to get to know you more. To make the same impression that the other elite guards made with small talk that put you at ease during any shift changes.

BECOME THE BEST GUARD IN THE CASTLE: CHECK

MAKE SMALL TALK & GET IN GOOD GRACES WITH THE PRINCESS: IN PROGRESS

WOO THE PRINCESS: ??? So Katsuki really freaking struggled with small talk. Plus, I mean the guy knows practically everything about you. How is he supposed to make small talk if he can’t just ask the questions? Trick question he still can. In reality he doesn’t really have to. He’s supposed to be a rather stoic and sentient figurine that guards you. His first few attempts were meet with startled eyes and strange looks for the next few weeks. You’re known to be fairly cordial and friendly with the guards, but his reputation proceeded him. Big Scary Guard Dog Bakugou. That’s who you were told was your new guard. And that’s what you expected for the most part. A quiet guy who may or may not be a piece of eye candy following you around like a shadow. Oh boy, were you wrong. He was definitely a piece of eye candy. Actually he was the piece of eye candy that was apart of your elite protection group. A very silent man Bakugou. And after the first couple of weeks of him assigned as you personal guard your opinion on that changed. Bakugou grunts out a G’mornin’ and a G’night to you every day. Almost looks strained, but it’s pleasant nonetheless. And he’s incredibly observant too. You catch him in the hall to your corridors arguing with a servant about the bouquet of flowers she’s attempting to bring in to replace the last bouquet on your writing desk. “Shitty - ahem - her majesty prefers another variety of flower. Go back and procure some of the blue snowball looking ones.” After that you noticed that the vase continually held varieties of flowers that you’d complimented on in the royal gardens. And from then on your awkward guard/royalty relationship bloomed like a hillside. A cascading flurry of one beautiful thing after another. ——— When you’re cozied up in the quiet royal library to enjoy a good book you pause and peek over the top of the novel in your lap. Almost out of curiosity or disbelief that Bakugou is the one asking a question. He blinks out of genuine curiosity and you open your mouth and start to turn the book around so that he can see the words of the story you’re gesturing at. He gets you to go on and on that way. Nothing but a few affirmational vocals from him that he’s still listening. And he loves watching your expressions almost more than when you insist that he do something. Read his own book, after all it is a library. He dismisses it all. And yes your highness he can read and write just fine. This is just his job. Well not the secretly pinning over you while you read, but the watching part. And He learns that you actually know a lot more about kingdom politics than he previously gave you credit for. You’re smoothing over diplomatic matters with a carefully inked letter and secretly keeping promises about exports and materials your kingdom has pledged.

All while you sit and hum at your writing desk. The way you gently tease off your shoes with your toes at the heels when you’ve decided you’re going to be in for a long while. And Katsuki knows then that you’ll idly wave for him to sit instead of standing at his post the whole while. Except he starts to develop the nasty happen of staring and when you catch him looking he’ll chose between grumbling and turning away as his ears turn pink or blink unyielding and say “just doing my job, princess”

Katsuki likes the suave of the second one, but it really ends up being 50/50 with it. ————

But 100% of the time your strolls through the royal garden have him itching to take some armor off as the sunny warmth makes him sweat buckets underneath the layers of his uniform. Not to mention you walking this close already has his skin hot enough. The way you walk shoulder to shoulder just has him practically drooling at the thought of holding your hand. - Exhibits extreme self-control every stroll. Oh and when the fruit and vegetables are ready to be harvested you like to take teasing strolls into the royal orchards and gardens to taste the first ripe fruit of the season. Always curtesying as you point and ask him to grab a mandarin, or plum, or peach, or nectarine, or lemon, or apple, or whatever it is. And you’ve usually tried just before hand. On you tip-toes waggling your decorated fingers into the air. The sunlight bouncing off your jewels that adorn your skin and cascade daggers of rainbowed light upon your face. And it’s always just out of reach. A fresh shiny pout on your face when you turn and ask him to pluck one. And Katsuki usually just has to stand and put his arm up to grab one as you patiently wait and watch. But you’re admiring him just as much as he admired you. Staring up at his chiseled jawline. The wheaty stubble that decorates his face. You long to feel it prickle underneath your fingertips. Wonder how it would feel tickling the edges of your kiss when you finally set your mouth against his plush lips. You admire his impeccable physique. His staggering size as he barely stretches his shoulder to reach the fruit. And the way his golden tan glistens underneath the dappled light of the sun; glistens from the profuse sweat elicited from his layers and layers of chainmail and armor. All brushing over his adams apple before he gulps and turned to hand it to you. And Katsuki loves to hold it in his palm in the way that you have to pick it up. Feel your fingers gently prod and caress the skin of his palm as you turn the fruit over. Mulling over its quality before wordlessly holding it back out. He huffs and grabs the fruit as you take him to the stone wall. You sit and pull out a handkerchief from between your breasts if he’s not swift enough in supplying you with his. And Katsuki will grab his dagger and slice up the fruit, setting the pieces down onto the handkerchief before you plop one into your mouth. His hands will still and his eyes flick to your face watching as you chew and make a satisfied moan. The rest of your stroll will include these snack breaks. Taking “samples” as you call them of the seasons fruit. And the royal gardners have since decided to ignore the two figurines of their princess and the royal guardsmen sitting on the stone walls chattering and pressing handkerchiefs into sticky thieving fingers. ————

In the royal kitchens he accompanies you as you excitedly follow behind a kitchen maid who’s sent for you to do a testing of the new desserts the chef has been working on. Despite your official look of composure he knows that you’re excited by the little bounce in your hair from your steps. Katsuki always clunks down to the table when you beckon him to sit. Frantically patting the chair next to you after he’s been a right gentleman and pushed your chair in. You always think he looks rather scared with the way his carmine eyes dart around the empty dinning hall before the procession of maids and chef come out into the hall and display a plethora of desserts in front of you. They always wave you on with glee before retreating to the kitchen to finish the next batch. Your mouth practically waters as you pick up your fork and spear the perfect first bite. Only to turn to Katsuki with your other hand under the utensil holding it up to his plush pink lips which immediately turn into a defensive scowl. You’re always muttering something about your safety to “taste test for me? Make sure there’s nothing poisoned?” Except Katsuki’s never been sure that’s your real agenda here because you always gently spoon the first bite of your special taste testing into his mouth and if its something chocolate it always taste like Heaven despite it being a brand new recipe. (You’ve got the best chocolatier in the kingdom) and he always a little groan slip out. His face melting as he chews and swallows. (he’s going to be doing a lot more of that)

Before he nods muttering it’s safe. Not that your food would be poisoned because the staff and kingdom are all pretty loyal here and him and the elite guards are way to fricken scary to have on your tail. But he humors you anyway because technically that’s protecting and you’re right it’s in his job description. And then you, without changing forks, without doing anything else immediately set the fork he just used between your own lips and lick off the icing residue between your pink lips and hum before taking a real first bite yourself. And you do it all while maintaining perfect eye contact with him. And he can feel blood rushing to weird places all over his body. And it goes on like this for every single plate they offer. HAVE THE PRINCESS FLIRT WITH YOU: yes? maybe ?? At this rate he’s not sure why the kitchen staff haven’t mandated you with a royal poison taste tester with your insistence of him having a bite of every one of your plates. Seriously what are these people thinking! They’re thinking that there’s some real true love blooming in the castle and who are they to get in the way! Plus, it’s a good practice for any wedding cake samples they do in the future. Of course they won’t ever tell y’all whose wedding they’re preparing to cater. ———— While you delight in that. Katsuki delights in nothing more than your dance lessons. He likes to watch you glide, or try to, across the floor with every step. Definitely feels a weird blooming of secondhand pride when you practice a new step a few times and smooth it out with practice. Overall he finds it very peaceful and relaxing watching you laugh and groan and be belittled by this ancient teacher they have for you. Stands at the door tapping his toe in his boot to the beat. When this ancient woman that he just loves comes over and insists that he mustn’t “just stand there and look handsome. Make yourself useful she needs a partner” which always causes your head to swivel like a chicken as he detaches a few layers of pure metal off his body to make the dancing “easier and more realistic for her highness”

So now he gets to stand bare of any occluding armor and he can feel your e/c gaze washing over his body and the ripping muscles that he’s always had hidden under that armor. Adores the chance to hold you in his arms and practice doing the steps that you’re working on. And he’s attended enough of these things and the balls to be able to pick up on his part pretty quickly. Katsuki, not to toot his own horn because he would never, has to say he’s pretty darn good at dancing. Stupidly good for a royal guard which he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be clunky and clumsy, but as soon as the armor is off he’s as graceful as any one of the princes or dukes you’ve danced with ball after ball and gala after gala. He’s humongous. Practically a head taller than you and his shoulders are stupidly wide and it’s like you’re in a cocoon of just him. His stupid minty breath whenever he’s mumbling something snarky or whispering the counts just loud enough for your teacher to know he’s actually helping. The flopping bangs that fall into his face whenever he needs to look down and see what your feet are doing. Usually because you’ve accidentally skipped a step or done something that messes with his leading because how can you not! Except this only fuels Bakugou’s ego more because he’s never seen you mess up with any partner at any of these balls you attend. The logical part of his brain says it’s because this is your dance room and you’re practicing. But the other hopeful part of his heart says it’s because maybe you’re flustered. Maybe you feel something too. And you definitely do. The oddly warm, but searing heat of his hand on the small of your back makes you stand up. His shoulder and bicep and forearm all a fluttering mass of muscle that languidly stretches and twitches underneath your arm. His meaty and calloused hand that holds yours, which is incredibly clamy except you’re not sure if it’s you or him! And your annoying dance teacher who constantly whacks your limbs and buttocks whenever you do something wrong, which only makes your guards impeccable poker face quirk into a smirk before she starts the music again. And unfortunately the old crone has caught on. Because your lessons after having danced with Katsuki are immensely improved. And your performance at balls is flawless at best, so she’s going to keep asking the young rugged handsome guard of yours to keep stepping in as your partner for dancing because he seems to be the only one where you actually have to work for that composure. ————

[typicalopposite]

And so maybe I have been thinking a lot about the clipboard!118 proposal… and looking at it from the other side of things.

Tommy has had the ring a couple months now. He maybe, sorta, kinda impulsively bought it after their last date left him 100% sure Evan was the one. He just hasn’t figured out how to go about popping the question.

Logically he knows he could just casually ask him over a morning coffee, and Evan would be as speechless and emotional as if it were the most extravagant proposal to ever be proposed. But as much as Tommy would prefer a more casual approach, he still wants it to be something special. He wonders what would be most special to Evan.

And then the idea comes so easy.

The 118.

He goes to Eddie, spins the idea of getting everyone to help with the proposal. Eddie thinks it’s an amazing idea and he FaceTimes Hen and Chim to share the idea. Hen is the one to suggest the clipboard. Tommy has questions, but they all just vaguely insist its an inside joke that he will definitely get and Tommy leaves it at that.

He goes to Bobby and Athena’s next. Bobby isn’t Buck’s dad — Tommy has already set aside a day to speak with him and Buck’s mom regardless of the tension in theirs and Buck’s relationship — but he is extremely important to Buck and Tommy (hell anyone who watches their interactions) can see the feeling is mutual. Bobby couldn’t give his blessing fast enough.

The day comes and Eddie is off to start what will be a chain reaction of Buck being bounced around from person to person. After Hen takes him from Maddie and Chim’s, Tommy comes out from the room he’d been hiding in to ride with them to the station.

“You ready?” Chim asks, eyes turning soft as he straightens Tommy’s tie.

“Of course,” Tommy replies. He is, he really is. Maybe more than he has been for anything else in his life, ever.

“You got the ring?”

“Right here.” Tommy pulls the box out of his pocket.

“Is the ring in it?” Chimney asks, face now serious.

“Uhhh… yeah, it should be,” Tommy laughs.

“Have you checked…”

Tommy blinks, but Chim’s eyes are focused on the box. Tommy opens it and reveals the band inside.

Chim’s face softens once again, a big smile spreading across it and he pats Tommy on the shoulder. “Alright then… let’s go get you engaged.”

[teamosc4rr]

Would anyone be interested in a sonadow fic where someone (*cough cough* Amy & maybe Rouge *cough*) puts them on a snowboarding date since they both always like to skate on whatever piece of rubble they find... for some unknown reason

(Except they refuse to see it as a date)

[stellar-collective]

a few doodles that i’ve accepted i’m not going to finish for ur viewing pleasure

[yourmusicmuse]

I rewatched a bootleg of the Outsiders musical today and I'm still thinking about the way Darry was unable to look in Johnny's direction after he died...he couldn't handle it. There's probably so much going on in his head...I feel like he'd have a lot going on in his head. Guilt and regret, because he knows that he'd still be alive if he just listened to Soda and settled down after Ponyboy and Johnny came home, because they wouldn't have had a reason to leave or run, and Bob wouldn't have been able to do anything. Grief, because he has lost a dear friend, someone who he likely viewed as a brother. He feels discontent with his own 20 years of living, but he's still living, while Johnny isn't, and he was 16. And horror- because he knows damn well that it so easily could have been Ponyboy in that hospital bed, taking his last breath.

[kkyaka]

Unrequited love with best friend!atsumu where he asks you to be his date to a wedding to make another girl jealous. You feel your heart tug in a painful way, and you want to decline, but you've always had a hard time saying no to him.

You've known each other since high school, but your feelings didn't blossom until college where things got a little crazy and you ended up living with him for a while. You tried to deny it for as long as you could, but you eventually gave up, accepting that you were down bad for him.

To your dismay, he never showed any interest in you, always going on dates or bringing girls home, and this wouldn't be the first time he's asked for your help when it comes to girls. It hurt every single time, but you did it anyway, but this was the last time for you.

Atsumu really played it up all night, and the fact that he was just acting really hit it home for you. You never confessed to him because you felt like you would lose him anyway, and when you finally see him dancing with her at the end of night, giving you a proud thumbs-up out of her sight, you're done.

You give him a reassuring smile, hoping he can't see the pain in your eyes before you wordlessly make your way out. And then you block him on everything, crying your eyes out as you make your way home.

You moved out of your apartment, you'd gotten a new job, and you really started over. He probably won't miss you, and there's no point in causing yourself any unnecessary angst. You didn't tell him anything, and you had times where you wanted to reach out, but you stayed firm.

You were determined to get over him, no matter what it took. For a while, you wondered what they all had that you didn't, but you refused to dwell on that, focusing on your fresh start.

It's been a couple of years in the new "phase" of your life, and you're walking home from a night out with a few of your friends. You're focused on your phone, texting back a guy that you're really hitting it off with.

"y/n." You freeze in the middle of the sidewalk, keeping your head down but looking up with your eyes. Are you going crazy?

You barely get to take a step before you hear your name again. Clearer this time, and your blood runs cold when you instantly recognize the voice. You keep walking, immediately picking up speed, but he continues to follow you.

You're a split second from bolting into a full sprint when you feel his hand catch your arm, stopping you in your tracks in a second. You don't turn around, your chest heaves as you keep your head forward.

And you question what to do when you hear, his voice absolutely exhausted,

"What happened?"

[catscidr]

includes — dottore, gn!reader cw — crack….. u prank him n get him good. wrote this for shits n giggles el oh el

getting dottore’s attention while he’s working is a skill few have. the only people that were able to pull his focus away from his work were his segments and the tsaritsa herself— you wish you could include yourself within the list but you were only successful every so often.

your strategy was to continuously talk to him, effectively distracting his train of thoughts until he has to entertain your ridiculous questions (or conversation topic).

it almost always ended in you getting a nasty glare from the man himself, but if he wanted you gone he would have done so already. so, you allow yourself the luxury to bother him whenever you aren’t getting poked and prodded with needles and other medical equipment.

“dottoreee, how long are you going to play potions for?” you sigh dramatically, making a show of how uttely bored you are by rounding his desk and lying across it (where there aren’t any chemicals resting in vials).

the harbinger’s jaw tightens as he internalizes a groan, pausing his writing for just a second to recollect himself.

he murmurs your name quietly, an unspoken threat veiling it, “i’m not in the mood for your games today.” dottore sighs as he jots down notes from… whatever he’s working on. you huff, devising a plan in your head to get him to pay attention to you.

this carries on for longer than he’d like it to, your incessant attempts at carrying a one-sided conversation getting on his nerves the more you try.

“hey dottore, what’s omega up to?”

“hey dottore, what’s that pink liquid in that beaker?”

“hey dottore, ever thought of actually getting a ph.d so your title isn’t a scam?”

“hey dottore, can i just call you ‘ttore now?”

“hey ‘ttore, would you prefer if i called you dottie instead?”

“hey dottie, i heard that there’s remains and bones that come from mind goblins somewhere in sumeru.”

dottore puts his pen down with more force than he needed to, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand. when he opens his eyes again, he’s met with your innocent gaze staring at him, waiting.

“wonderful. what do you want me to do with that information?” he says blankly, staring right back at you; decidedly unimpressed. silently seething at your persistence.

you muster the strength to stop yourself from smiling, giggles bubbling up in your throat.

“mind goblin these nuts?”

he throws the pen at you square in the face, effectively making a bruise bloom on your forehead immediately. running is your best option, but you won’t outrun him for long.

better find omega soon so he can help you hide from his boss’ wrath.

[huntingrays]

there’s so many revival jason ideas that i love so much, but the one i’m most obsessed with is where jason “comes back” because his life is now connected to leo’s

basically the “life force” or whatever you want to call that’s weaker gets connected to the one that’s stronger. the usual idea i have for this is that leo gets some item that can do this and after a little oopsie, jason is back

and because jason is still technically dead, he can’t die. he get get tired and fatigued if he doesn’t eat or looses blood, but he can’t die. someone could rip out his heart and he’d still be alive, or rather “alive”. he can only die if leo dies

for the most part, it’s an acceptable situation for the both of them. however, there is one issue

jason doesn’t see any problem with it. he already protects leo with his life. now, he can do it and actually be protecting his life. but now things are different. he can’t die. he can throw himself into dangerous situations and come out alive. he can do risky moves that he’d normally never think of doing. he’s not risking anything. he can come out alive. he’s now even more of a weapon than he was before

for the most part, leo also has no problem with it. he finally has jason back. he knows that he’ll never be without him again. also, he has more respect for his life, knowing that it’s not just his own, but also jason’s. it’s a little nerve wracking when in fights with monsters, but he knows he has people around to help him out. but… then there’s jason’s new recklessness. jason already had little regard for his own life. now, he has even less regard for his safety. it causes leo great distress. sure, jason can’t die, but he can still get hurt. he can still be in pain. what if something happened to him? what if he was hurt so badly that he can’t call for help? what if he’s laying there feeling that pain for hours? he loves jason so much. it hurts him to see the man he loves have so little regard for his well being. it hurts him to see him get hurt time and time again

[miguel-owhora]

micah going into his stupid hermit camp, thinking about and getting horny. his pants go off and he raises his legs to press them against his chest, the night air cool against his slick cunt. he probably teases himself, thinking about what you'd do to him, say to him, purposely getting himself wet.

the 1899 equivalent of an outlaw dildo was probs empty beer bottles, so he slides one in. the thicker part goes first, slowly slipping inside, stopping, just to tease him until he pushes it in all the way. he's probably flushed in the face and biting his lower lip, rubbing his cock as he slowly pulls out the bottle halfway and pushes it back in.

he probably does this for a while, changing the pace from quick to slow, to shallow thrusts to deep ones, rubbing his clit whilst doing so. and micah continues to fantasize about you, imagining it's your cock instead of the bottle, your hands that are gripping his legs instead of himself.

and he thrusts the bottle in and out of him, rubbing his clit, and unable to properly muffle himself as he trembles a little as his orgasm washed over him. just imagining the squirt that gushed around the bottle, how he'd keep it in there and slowly pull it out with a low whimper once it pops out.

he'd feel so loose and used, panting into the night sky, all alone and all blissed out.