#she has FAWN SPOTS omg i love her

[raccoonfallsharder]

meet Brita, an original character by @pretty-chips ♡♡♡ she is a non-terran who has an adorable obsession with terran culture and works at knowhere’s holovid store. her backstory is incredibly interesting (i need more tbh) and @pretty-chips recently wrote a really adorable (re)meet-cute for Brita && Rocket. so go read that & then ask for more k? k.

aren’t her lil white freckles cute? i love a good freckle

slightly-closer image & line art behind the cut ♡♡♡ thank you for letting me draw this earnest, charming, perfect little pink peach of a character @pretty-chips i hope we get to see more of her

.·:*¨♡¨*:·.

let me love your oc. fyi my preferred characters to draw are human(ish) femmes esp if they are rocket stans ♡♡♡

[obwjam]

Legit so excited to hear your thought about the coaches and don't even get me started on NEKOMA, like so much potential with them have cat like eyes and agility and kdjcdnksjs

Am i the only one who thinks that kenma would know about a borrower in their gym, watching them all play, the entire time and just doesn't say anythign because he knows how it feels to be shorter than others, underestimated and feel looked down upon? Not only that but he is an introvert, he wouldn't want them to be put through what he deals with from Lev Haiba.

omg i have soooo many nekoma thoughts dude it's not even funny... kenma would literally be the best giant bc he doesn't ask a million questions, make height jokes or even act like anything is different lmao it's just another person, whatever, but he would have a soft spot for a tiny for the exact reasons u said. he'd find himself worrying about them bc they're so vulnerable and they dislike talking to humans as much as he does. if the whole team knew about the tiny they would NEVER leave them alone and kenma would have to step in to protect them at all times. the conversation would be like: tiny: you knew i was here??? kenma: nods tiny: how long? kenma: six months tiny: SIX MONTHS? AND YOU DIDNT SAY ANYTHING? kenma: /shrugs/ i didnt want to bother you

ok now let me do the coaches/managers bc i literally love them all and they'd all handle the situation in VASTLY different ways...

ukai would be really confused and he'd try to act like he doesn't care that the entire team has now adopted a tiny little human being. like they'd all be clamoring over a tiny and he'd be like what the hell is going on here?! and once he sees them he kind of freezes, looks at them really surprised but eventually goes "well as long as they're not distracting you from practicing what do i care" but he secretly like obsessively thinks about the tiny and is always trying to see what they're doing but really just has no idea where to even begin when it comes to talking to them. the tiny keeps thinking ukai hates them and is very scared of him and he legit needs to be told that the poor thing is terrified of him he's so oblivious. he feels bad and slowly starts to make amends and he would be rlly sweet with them honestly, letting them explore the store and giving them free food all the time. loves answering their volleyball questions

takeda would 1000% immediately go 🥺🥺🥺 at a tiny and just start fawning over them. like real tears in his eyes he'd think they're the cutest thing on the planet. he would obsessively ask about the things they need at all times: did you eat today? did you have enough water? have you tried this food instead? are you sure hinata's shoulder is the safest place to sit? oh please dont climb up that like that you'll hurt yourself like he is just so protective it hurts. is constantly thinking of ways to make their life easier and spoils them endlessly. always asks if they can pick them up before he even lays his hand out, and he's always offering to take them from place to place and the tiny is like it's okay i can walk and tekeda is like b-b-but that's dangerous!!! he's just the biggest sweetie. would stare at the tiny for way too long while theyre in his hand

shimizu would be so chill about it. she'd be acting like she's met a thousand tinies before. the tiny would NOT know how to read her at ALL and they wouldn't think she hates them, they'd just be like ... so what's her deal. and ofc shimizu finds them so freaking cute upon first seeing them and is so curious about them. she just doesn't really know the best way to ask them questions without feeling annoying but would always get them food, water, literally whatever they need, she just shows up with it and it's very sweet. she's like a beacon of comfort for a tiny, just reliable and would die protecting them no questions asked. accepts them as a member of the team instantly

yachi would be the same as takeda but like 100x louder because ! it's a little tiny person like !!!!!!! she would literally squeal upon meeting them and reach to pick them up before seeing they do NOT like that and she asks if she could hold them, like she would ask if she could hold a cute cat lmao she would be so obsessed with them, asking sooo many questions and being oblivious to the fact that she's huge compared to them (not a dynamic she's used to) but she's very apologetic and sincere that there's no way a tiny could ever really be scared of her aside from the sheer size difference. she would always ask so where are they? before every practice, she wants them to like her soooo bad and would become instant besties with them and would love explaining human stuff as much as she loved asking about borrower stuff

[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ he's an all american boy!

content: american football player! jason grace x reader

╰┈▸ back cover: mortal! au; part I | part II

warnings: cursing (sorry guys), kinda random non-linear plot (but its hcs so its fine)

librarian's annotations: guys help i need a song title/lyric that fits this so it can be my title

also IM GOING FERAL I THINK THE ANGST MADE ME INSANE SO THIS IS HOW I COPE can you guys tell im projecting by the way ppl fawn over him in this

bro is actually hotshot #1

right when he walks into the school he is BOMBARDED with students like theyre papparazi

hes just

tall, handsome, buff- what more could a girl want?? (there are other criteria he meets but we'll get to that later)

the picture perfect quarterback straight from a damn movie

NOT TO MENTION HES NOT SOME COCKY JERK

at first ppl were like "omg hes so hot but im not gonna go up to him cause what if hes mean???"

and then he goes up to them and hes all shy like

"excuse me? i need to get to my locker, sorry if i interrupted your conversation." and hes scratching the back of his neck and smiling awkwardly

HEART EYES

word spreads fast in hs yall already know

so when everyone finds out hes not only tall, handsome and buff but also KIND??

head over heels

and hes not exactly oblivious to it but hes not fully aware of it either

probably like "oh yea a lot of ppl talk to me idk why tho its probably cause my friends are popular"

bby you’re the most popular out of your friends don’t even

hes such a good student too

teachers love him

hes everyones golden boy fr (especially mine teehee)

usually sits in the front of the class unless his friends make him sit with them in the back

then he pulls out his glasses that he keeps in its case, even having the lil wipe thing folded neatly

cue shocked gasps

"omg you wear glasses?"

"do you need to clean them? here have my handkerchief!" ("who even are you can't you see he has one")

"those suit you so well!"

his ears turn red at the sudden burst of attention and he laughs nervously, muttering his thanks

even the teacher wasnt mad at the disruption bc who would get mad at jason?

(he got little nudges from his friends after)

you guys know that one jock whose actually a nerd x nerd trope???

i dont even know if it exists but it sounds cute anyway

thats you and jason

he had his first conversation- if you could call it that, at the library when you guys were abt to grab the same book (ugh so cliche right)

being the gentleman he was, he let you have it

to which you tried to refute but he INSISTED

"oh, y/n it's yours. i'll just get a different one."

which got you a little intimidated bc who wouldnt be intimidated by a 6'2 jock thats the talk of the town

you thanked him profusely and scampered away

wait did he just say my name? how does he even know who i am?

that probably kept you up at night

like "oh my god did i just embarrass myself in front of THE jason grace???? did i walk away weird?"

little did you know that the jason grace was awake that same night

"did i scare her?? why did she look like that when i said her name? did my voice crack? did she think i was weird cause my hand brushed against hers? oh my god my hand brushed against hers.."

started noticing you EVERYWHERE after that

like he knew you guys were in some classes tgt

but he finds that he passes by you SO many times in the hallway

and somehow spots you at a table across the library

was that your usual spot? was this his usual spot now?

like what?? his delusional never-had-a-real-gf-because-that-one-time-he-dated-his-friend-she-turned-out-to-be-a-lesbian ass thinks its fate

very much influenced by all the books he reads (NO he does not read romance he simply finds an interesting book that HAPPENS to have romance)

(and if he did, WHAT OF IT HUH??? THEY COUNT AS BIG BOY BOOKS OKAY)

i have this headcanon that he remembers the name of everyone in his classes because he was always forgettable as a kid and no one really knew his name cause he was so quiet (or he tries really hard to remember because he has this aching feeling that in another timeline he could never remember)

so he doesnt want to make others feel that way and yea

BACK TO HOW HOT HE IS

(stealing part of this from my earlier rant)

its late, hes tired, but hes back in the library to cram for his test tomorrow

so unlike him, usually hed be on top of things, but his minds been on some... other things. persons. person.

hes still sweaty and sore from football practice, having (literally) ran straight here after changing

throws his bag down (quietly of course, he's not some brute) and takes out like three different notebooks, his worn pencil case from freshman year, and his glasses

jason slides them on, pushing it up the bridge of his nose as he gets up and searches for the textbooks he needs

he knows its more comfortable and less time-consuming to just study at home, after all he already has loaner textbooks given out at the start of the school year, but something in his heart wanted him to drag his beat ass here and work

and good thing too, because he sees a familiar hand grab a book from the other side of the bookshelf

not that he just knows what your hand looks like, that'd be weird

it reveals your beautiful eyes, ones jason would love to see closer

he smiles at you from the crack in the bookshelf, murmuring a soft "hello"

you think you just saw an angel with the way the warm light crowned his head

but when you offer to help him study??? he thinks he fell in love

you were his SAVIOR

thanked you a billion times every other sentence and fumbled over his words cause hes never talked with you for this long

his ears are bright red even though the ac in the library was always to the max

also how is he wearing just a shirt

not that you minded though, it gave you a chance to ogle at the way the fabric was fighting for its life to keep him under wraps

and daydream about fantasies that shall not be named (one involving a pink bow around his bicep)

you dont know how long you were helping and how long you spent daydreaming

you hoped you werent being too obvious (it was very, very obvious but jason was too focused to notice)

it felt like mere minutes when jason looks up, a tired but accomplished look on his face

he thanks you one last time, saying he'll make it up to you

you couldnt help but feel disappointed until the fatigue from the day hits you like a bus

he offers to take you home, saying it was too dark out, and that it wouldnt be safe

god, hes such a gentleman

you take him up on the offer as you did NOT plan on dying a virgin

walks you to your door too, can he get any better???

apparently he can because after he got his scores back for his tests, he rushes to you with a bright smile and presents them like a child with their artwork

”i got a hundred! it’s all thanks to you, you’re a really great study buddy!”

of fucking course he gives the credit to you how is he so humble??

like that was alllll him you just sat there and admired the view (so real for that)

after that he practically begs you to go to his next game, saying he'll return the favor by playing extra hard for you

(can he be extra hard for me tho)

you needed no convincing because a. hes jason grace. end of question. (and b, you know his ass would look great in his uniform GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY)

he even said he’ll treat you if your school wins (which should be the other way around, but he again, insists)

they won, to absolutely no one’s surprise

took you to a cute lil cafe where you guys got drinks and sandwiches

then he overthinks it before bed cause he didn’t make it sound like a date but he really wanted it to be but he wasn’t sure if you felt the same and-

when you guys do start dating, everyones jealous but they cant bear to hate because you guys are just so cute together (bonus if youre short cause height difference couple !!)

he tried to keep it secret cause he didnt want to get you overwhelmed with a bunch of attention, but its obvious to everyone hes extra soft with you

he thought he was being sneaky when he slowly shifted his usual seat day by day to be closer to you so it wouldnt be obvious (spoiler: it was)

you assured him you were okay with your relationship being public if he was okay with it too

of course he is how can he NOT want you by his side forever

he sees his friends give their gfs their jersey to wear to their games and is like “i so want that” but he’s too shy to ask youu

but it’s written all over his face as you catch him staring intently at the way his friend hands over his spare jersey to his girlfriend when they think no one was looking

so, being the great girlfriend you are, took it upon yourself to ask him for it

which he gave to you a blushing, stuttering mess

the next game, he was worried

where were you? you weren’t usually this late; the game was about to start and he didn’t even get a good luck kiss yet!

he knows it’s probably nothing strange, that you’re just running late, but he can’t help but worry

the whistle blows and he sighs, getting into position, but not before sneaking one last glance at the bleachers

his sky blue eyes found you instantly, and was that-?

you were wearing his jersey, practically swimming in it as you waved your arm excitedly.

he broke into a wide smile, unfortunately hidden by his helmet, and waved back at you, forgetting all about the game for a moment until his friend whacked him upside the head

he buzzed with anticipation, wanting to just hurry and finish so he could run to you and spin you in his arms

you were his driving motive as he scored touchdown after touchdown, never letting the other team bridge the gap in their points

his team wins unsurprisingly, and the first thing he does is throw down his helmet and run to you, tackling you gently

he sweeps you off your feet and kisses you as you spin, giggles muffled by his lips

hes sweaty and sticky but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, the way his smile lights up the world is all that matters

and he knows that you’re his world, and he’d do anything to make you light up

[tonberry-yoda]

Heya! What about some Angel Dust headcanons or a little fic for being Alastor's daughter (from 10 to 12 years old) and bonding (platonically) over him?? Like following him around the hotel and always trying to hold one of his multiple hands or trying to hug him by surprise, maybe even trying to cook something your dad tought you to try and impress him??? (Maybe even Alastor giving death glares to Angel when your not looking because "Do not dare to impose your sinful toughts over her, Dear Angel")

omg hi!!!! Seriously I LOVE this idea! It reminds me of when I did the Crocodile as a dad writings! I had a lot of fun writing this! Thanks again and stay super hydrated!!!

Alastor as a father and his child bonds with Angel Dust

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 919

Notes - I didnt make the reader the child and instead made the child a little girl per your request! i really like the little twist i did involving the reader, so please enjoy everyone! sending love and hugs as per usual!!! <333

The last person you expected to have a child was the radio demon, Alastor. He was terrifying and seemingly proud of it, so the last thing you expected to see him with was a child. So when you saw a kid running around the happy hotel with little fawn ears and freckles plastered all over her face, you couldn't help but be shocked.

You grabbed the little stinker by the back of her shirt and tilted your head as she giggled at you.

“What are you doing here, kid?” You asked, which made the kid giggle harder.

“I'm hiding from dada!!” The kid laughed and pulled away from you, running off again. But you didn't chase after her, instead, everything came together in your mind.

Deer ears? A little tail? It couldn't be… could it?

You ran to where Alastor was staying and threw his door open. He just turned to you and flashed a crooked smile. “Ah, y/n!! Good to see you! Are you in need of something?” He stood up from his spot and threw an arm over your shoulder.

“Uh, kinda,” you grabbed his arm and knocked it away from you. “Do you…” you couldn't believe you were about to ask one of the most gruesome and evil demons if he had… a kid.

“Do I… what?” He tilted his head, his smile dropping slightly.

“Do you have a kid?” You blurted out, now definitely knowing that Alastor had to be the father to that child.

Alastor just laughed. “Was she bothering you? I told her to stay out of trouble.”

Needless to say, you were shocked. “How can someone like… you have a child?” You looked him up and down, noticing every evil feature about this man and still not processing that he has a kid.

“Uh… long story.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “We should probably go check on her and make sure she’s out of any trouble.”

He grabbed you by the arm and you really had no choice but to check up on his kid.

As you got to the lobby of the hotel, you immediately heard giggling and found Angel Dust throwing the girl up in the air with all of his arms out in the open.

Alastor forced a smile, wanting nothing more than to tear his child from Angel’s arms. “Ah, Angel Dust,” he said instead as his child turned to him with a smile. “I see you’re taking care of Victoria.”

“Uh… not exactly taking care of,” Angel giggled, poking the girl with all of his fingers, which made her burst into laughter. “I'm not into the whole babysitting thing. She’s the one who came over here and asked to play.”

Alastor shot him a look and leaned down to Victoria, a smile immediately appearing on his face. “Is this true, dear? Did you want to play with Angel Dust?”

Victoria smiled and grabbed her dad’s ears. “Yeah! Angel is so nice!”

Alastor didn't want to admit it was nice to have a babysitter to watch his kid, so instead he just stood up and gave Victoria a kiss on the head. “Promise to not cause any trouble, little demon?”

She giggled and nodded. “I promise, papa! Plus, I wanna show Angel my secret hiding spot.”

Alastor wiped his hands and stood up, looking at Angel with a sharp enough glare to cut him. “Do you promise to behave, Angel Dust?”

Angel saluted at him and giggled to himself. “I promise, Al! Don't worry, sweet Victoria is in good hands.”

Alastor went to walk away, but turned to you. “y/n. Could you make sure they stay out of any trouble?”

Great. Now you had to be a babysitter for two demons. “Sure,” was all you said with a smile.

“Perfect! You’re the best!!” Alastor walked away and you felt a small hand grab yours.

“Wanna see something?” You turned to see Victoria smiling at you.

“Sure, kiddo. I would love to.”

She let go of you and ran over to Angel, grabbing his hand. “Piggy back!!!” She yelled, which made Angel giggle, but put her on his back. “Now go horse! To the kitchen!!”

Angel winked at you and smiled. “She’s fun. Way more fun than her dad.” He whispered, making you smile. It was nice to see Angel Dust in a good mood. It's not that he wasn't, but sometimes, his days would just turn to absolute shit due to his line of work, so to see him forget about that was a blessing.

You all walked into the kitchen and Victoria jumped down, grabbing a pan and a box of macaroni and cheese.

“Woah, what are you doin’ kid?” Angel leaned down and took the ingredients from her and you sat on the counter, observing the whole situation.

“Dada taught me how to make macaroni and I wanted to show you!”

Angel giggled. “Sure kid, but you gotta teach me too. I would love to learn how to make macaroni.”

She beamed at him, telling him every step and telling him to redo whatever he messed up. And then Angel, who obviously already knew how to make boxed macaroni, would tell her that it was “his own flare” whenever she said he was doing something wrong that he was doing right.

It was nice to see the two demons bond and make you an amazing bowl of macaroni and cheese.

Maybe there really was a chance at redemption down here in Hell.

~~~~~

hazbin hotel masterlist --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

[mizunetzu]

omg i’m so excited i like,, spam read all of your writing and now i can request,,, anyway, could i request maybe something similar to your Tanaka x femboy reader, but with Oikawa? like he mistakes him for a girl and maybe flirts with the reader a little bit and the reader i just like ,,”you do,, you do realize i am a man correct” and hijinks ensue?? sorry if this is too vague i suck at describing things. lotsa love your writing is literally my favorite 💕

Omg wait Oikawa??? And femboy reader??? Hijinks???? Take me now—

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Oikawa x reader - Oikawa Tooru Goes Both Ways

⚠️warnings - reader is mistaken and referred to unintentionally as a girl. I assure you, this is a male reader. Femboy reader, if that triggers you.

Pronouns - male, he/him

——————

Oikawa couldn’t help but stare as a...rather cute girl stepped into the gym.

“Oi! Shittykawa! Focus!” Iwaizumi was about to hurl a volleyball at Oikawa’s head when he caught sight of where he was staring. He looked from the newcomer, back to Oikawa’s eyes tracing their form up and down.

“Iwa-chan...” Oikawa held his breath as he pointed subtly. “Who is that?”

Iwaizumi looked over back to the intruder. Sure enough, some girl with (h/c) styled hair stood at the foot of the door awkwardly. They weren’t sporting the school uniform, instead wearing a skirt with a cafe apron tied around their waist. Oikawa recognized the cute logo on the somewhat dirty apron as the coffee shop he’d visit on days he wasn’t particularly busy.

All in all, this stranger was incredibly attractive.

Eventually, coach Irihata emerged from the storage closet, and motioned the stranger over. The stranger perked up, pulled out a slightly-wrinkled paper from their back, and timpered off into the office.

Oikawa sighed dreamily. “Iwa-chan...is this what I think it is? Are we fiiiiiinally getting a cute girl manager to manage our team?!”

He draped himself over Iwaizumi’s shoulders. “Aaaaah~! I’m so happy~! And it’s such a cutie too!”

“Get off me, dumbass. You have like...millions of girls throwing their panties at you, literally all that look like her. And you go for the one who decides to join our club?”

Oikawa huffed. “What’s so wrong about that! She’s cute! And she looked so shy standing there...aaaah, I’m swooning just thinking about wrapping her up in my arms-!”

“I’m saying,” Iwaizumi bonked Oikawa on the head. “If you manage to get with her, then break her heart, or at the very least make her uncomfortable, she’ll have to see your annoying face all day at practice, and then she won’t wanna be manager anymore! Because she has to see you!”

Iwaizumi pinched at Oikawa’s scalp. “I want a cute girl manager and to have them actually stay! And who knows? We get brownie points if it’s not another one of your fangirls trying to get in your pants by joining the club!”

“Ow! Mean Iwa-chan, bad!”

“I’m not a damn Pokémon-!” Iwaizumi was about to kick Oikawa in the back, before letting himself simmer down and take a deep breath. He lowered his legs, and turned towards the office door. “...I’m gonna go look at that girl’s application and see what class she’s in. Maybe we can, I dunno, make her a welcome basket of fruit or some corny shit like that.”

“Let me come with you-!”

“No! You’ll just scare her away, and you have cleaning duty! All you need to do is take down the net, and I’ll meet you outside when I’m done. If you be good, I’ll tell you her name.”

Oikawa thought about it for a second.

“Deal.”

He disappeared to take down the net from the poles. Iwaizumi sighed, and walked towards the door. They were the only two left in the gym, as they were in charge of cleanup for the day, so no one else but him should be in the office. Well, minus the new girl and coach Irihata.

Iwaizumi slid open the door. “Yo.” He greeted. He looked around the room, only finding coach Irihata.

“...Didn’t someone come in here with you with an application form?”

Coach Irihata chuckled. “Oh, yeah,”

“He just wanted to drop in his member application before his part-time job made him go back to work.”

Iwaizumi froze.

“...he...?”

“Yeah, he wanted to join the club as a (Position name). He’s not confident about his jumping or spiking abilities, but he claims to be really dang good at digging and receives.”

The two looked at eachother in silence. Wasn’t she-well, he—wearing a skirt? Now that he thought about it, everything about him looked like...well...a him, minus the skirt. Iwaizumi dashed to the table and picked up the application resting there peacefully.

‘(L/n) (Y/n) - 2nd year, class 4’

‘Position - (Position name)’

Iwaizumi scanned the page. He wanted to doubt this was the ‘cute manager’ they laid their eyes on, but they even had a school photo clipped onto the corner of the paper. Sure enough, that was him. His eyes eventually landed on something printed on the middle of the page.

‘Gender - male’

That proved it. The ‘cute girl manager’ Oikawa was just fawning over turned out to be a guy. And their future teammate, no less. Iwaizumi wanted to laugh in Oikawa’s face.

“Is there something wrong, Iwaizumi-kun?”

“Pfft-no! N-no, sirrrrr....” Iwaizumi set the paper down and walked out the the room, doing his best to keep in his snickers.

Oikawa jogged up to him excitedly once he stepped out of the gym. “So? Did ya find out her name? Her class? Is she our manager?”

Iwaizumi opened his mouth to say something, before letting his mouth clamp shut.

“Nah, coach said I couldn’t see it.”

He watched as Oikawa deflated, trudging his way over to the club room to change and go home. Iwaizumi did his best not to bust out laughing on the spot.

This should be fun.

——

“Iwa-chan!”

“No, you stalker.”

“But Iwa-chaaaaaan!” Oikawa whined. “Why not?! Practice ended early, and we could use some coffee! Come buy coffee with me!”

“You just wanna use me as an excuse to see that bo-that girl who came into our club yesterday, idiot! That’s stalking! You’re acting like your little fangirls!”

Oikawa pouted, and Iwaizumi prayed he didn’t catch him on his little slip-up. He turned around, walking off out of school gates. Oikawa dejectedly trailed behind him.

“I’m going home. Don’t bother me if it’s about that manager again—“

Just then, a text tone pinged from Iwaizumi’s pocket. He stopped mid-sentence, fishing out his phone and opening his messaging app.

‘Mom - no ones going to be home because we have to go out real quick. The house is locked, and you left your spare keys with me again. Go out and have fun with Tooru-kun before I come back!’

Iwaizumi deadpanned. Oikawa had his chin resting on his shoulder, with a shit-eating grin Iwaizumi didn’t even have to look at to know was there.

“Yeah, Iwa-chan. Listen to Mrs. Aina and hang out with Tooru-kun for a bit. We can go to the cafe and hang out like your she said, Iwa-chan~”

Iwaizumi pushed past Oikawa bitterly. “Don’t... fuckin’... call my mom by her name... dumbass... stalker... Shittykawa...” he grumbled as he trudged his way in the direction to the cafe. Oikawa let out a small “Yay~!”

——

Hiding behind the big, laminated menus the cafe provided, Oikawa kept glancing over to the cashier-area to try and find (Y/n). Iwaizumi deadpanned, sitting back in his chair nonchalantly.

“You’re acting stupid.”

“I’m being sneaky.”

“You look more suspicious than if you were to act like yourself.”

“As if you would know!” Oikawa whisper-yelled to Iwaizumi, momentarily letting his menu fall flat. “I’m trying not to get caught, unlike one of us-!”

“Hello?”

Oikawa and Iwaizumi froze. Oikawa rigidly turned to the voice, while Iwaizumi almost fell back in his seat.

There stood the boy—well, the ‘girl’, in his work apron, this time, up close. Oikawa could see the detail in his eyes, the way a few of his hairs fell onto his face and stuck because of the small layer of sweat on his forehead, even taking in the small kitty hair clip resting in his hair.

“Hu...huaai...” Oikawa breathed out. Iwaizumi bit his lip. If he started laughing now, Oikawa would tell his mom he was bullying him again.

“Hello! I was wondering if I could get you two anything to drink! No worries if you aren’t ready to order yet.”

His voice had a soft tamber to it, a warm, welcoming aura that fit the vibe of the cafe perfectly. Iwaizumi could see how Oikawa, and probably other people, could mistake him for a girl. Especially with the way he dressed and carried himself as evident to yesterday’s practice.

Iwaizumi tilted the menu infront of him up a bit. “I’ll get a small black coffee. Whabout you, Oikawa?”

When he got no response, other than the hum of acknowledgment from (Y/n), Iwaizumi looked up. Oikawa was staring dumbly at (Y/n) again, and seconds later (Y/n) was caught under his gaze. He stared back awkwardly, waiting for Oikawa to say something or at least order something, until he suddenly jolted up in pain.

Iwaizumi dug his heel deeper into Oikawa’s foot. “Say something, dumbass! Stop staring!” He hissed, covering his mouth from (Y/n) in petty attempts to mask their conversation.

“Ow! Ow! I’ll get a peppermint tea please-! Stop it!”

(Y/n) scribbled down Oikawa’s order, smiling patiently as he did. Iwaizumi removed his foot. There was a beat of silence, until Oikawa smoothly rested his chin on his hand.

“Soooo, (L/n) (Y/n)-chan, is it?” Oikawa said, as he peered at (Y/n’s) name tag. “Pretty masculine name for a cute girl like you~”

Iwaizumi choked on his spit. (Y/n) tilted his head to the side, looking up from his notepad to peer back at Oikawa.

“What...did you say?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head cutely. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I think (Y/n) is a cute name~”

Iwaizumi didn’t know if he wanted to die from laughter or embarrassment. He was going to pop a vein trying to keep in his cackles.

“Ah. It’s the clothes, isn’t it?” (Y/n) mused. He took a step back, looking at his rather-feminine clothing choices for the day. “I understand why. I get that a lot.”

“...What does your clothes have to do with your name?” It was Oikawa’s turn to sound confused. Iwaizumi let out a few haggard, stifled snickers at his dense expression. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.

“You...” He pointed at himself with his pen. “You do realize I’m a man, correct?”

Oikawa choked. His eyes widened as his smile cracked a bit. Iwaizumi had to hide his face in his jacket to prevent himself from bursting out into hackles. Oikawa gave a nervous smile.

“Aha...haha...funny joke..”

“I’m not joking, though...” (Y/n) smirked. He wouldn’t deny that seeing the faces of people flirting with him after he told them he had a dick was a guilty pleasure. “Want proof?”

(Y/n) grasped Oikawa’s wrist, tugging it forcefully, and moving his apron to the side. He brought it down closer to his groin until Oikawa sputtered and flailed on the table.

“No! I-I believe you! I-I can see it from here—I don’t need to touch it-!” Oikawa shrieked. Iwaizumi clutched his stomach from laughing too hard, already given up on keeping it in. He snorted loudly, choked on that snort, and erupted into a series of cough-laughs.

By the time Iwaizumi’s laugh turned into the kind where no noise came out-but it hurt in your stomach anyways—Oikawa was laying his head on the table, embarrassed, while (Y/n) chuckled along.

“You knew, Iwa-chan! You knew!” Oikawa hissed, holding his poor, abused hand. “You set me up for failure!”

“You did that to yourself.” Iwaizumi said between breaths. “He’s actually gonna start attending practice as a (position name) starting next week. We don’t have a manager after all.”

“And you got my hopes up for what?!” Oikawa cried out, making Iwaizumi snort again. (Y/n) raised his eyebrows.

“Manager?”

“Oikawa thought that when you came to drop your registration form in yesterday, that you were signing up to be a manager since he thought you were a girl. I saw your form though, so I knew but this guy here didn’t.”

Iwaizumi nudged at Oikawa, who was hiding his face in his hands. “You better be nice to him, though. He’s your new captain starting next week.”

“Ah! How fun! Having my new playboy captain flirt with me before I even join the club. ” (Y/n) mumbled, as he scribbled down something else in his notepad. Iwaizumi heckled when Oikawa whined with his head down.

He didn’t raise his head back up until a slip of paper was placed gently on top of his head. He heard a “I’ll go get your drink ready.” From (Y/n), before he looked up and noticed he was gone. He caught the slip of paper falling off his head as he sat up.

“What’s that?” Iwaizumi said lazily. Oikawa was staring giddily at the paper. He turned the paper around smugly, holding it up for Iwaizumi to read.

‘Call me. If you’re feeling fruity, that is. (xxx)-xxx-xxxx. -‘(Y/n)-chan’’

Iwaizumi stared at the neat handwriting, then back at Oikawa’s smug face.

“...Were you not just listening? He just tried to make you touch his dick? He’s a dude?”

“Eh. Cute girl, cute boy, he’s still cute~” Oikawa dreamily sighed as he watched (Y/n) make his tea behind the counter. “I’d still hit it till he breaks~”

“Pervert.”

“Says you.”

Oikawa earned a sharp thunk to the head.

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[shotorozu]

BABE , i saw a hc ( i think it was urs) where the boys’s s/o was really fashionable, ( as somebody that’s gone viral on pinterest a little too many times ) I WAS WONDERING , what if you did a todobakudeku ( separately please omg) with somebody that’s like the emma chamberlain of fashion and they own everybody’s pinterest boards and stuff AHAHA IDK , the amount of times somebody has said ‘ wait ur that one pinterest girl right?? ‘ ANYWHAHEEIE I LOVE YOU N HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! 💗💗

pinterest famous s/o

character(s) : midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] afab! reader, they/them pronouns (at the request of anon) strong quirk hinted; not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (x reader)

note(s) : thank you anon!! so ok, i still used they/them pronouns even though the reader is afab (again at the request of anon) and whdjwkd sorry for the inactivity :,) also im gonna post more later so— sorry for the delay

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midoriya izuku

when middle school midoriya finally got a phone, he downloaded pinterest for the sole purpose of looking at screencaps of heroes

but then, he hasn’t touched it a few months, because he’s been training with all might

then, when he finally had enough free time again— he decided to go on pinterest

but instead of finding any heroes he could look at, he found the prettiest human being he has ever seen in his entire life 💀

that person was a different type of beauty, y’know— they weren’t just fashionable, but their beauty was,,

timeless? that’s how he’d describe it. yeah. that person lived in his head rent free for a while

sadly, he feels like you’re that person he sees once in his life, and never again 😔　which isn’t the case

when he finally meets you, midoriya realizes that you look VERY familiar— someone on pinterest, that he unfortunately, didn’t know the name of

but then wait! he realizes that you’re that person. that one person that blew up on pinterest, and ended up in all of the fashion boards.

okay, you’ve been recognized a few times in the past, just because you were pinterest famous— but you didn’t expect him to recognize you

“wait,, you know me?” you asked him when you saw the realization sink in

and you were honestly,, flattered when he went on a tangent on how you were on all of the pinterest boards, and how your sense of fashion was timeless

but you know what’s the best thing of it all? when izuku developed a crush on you (and not because he thought you were just an attractive face)

it was very easy to find pictures of you online! he says it’s for research but,, he tends to look at them for a long time

probably has 3-4 pages dedicated to your hero costume— since fashion icon = fashionable, yet a very practical hero costume!

does he get jealous whenever people fawn over your looks, or whenever he sees comments in pinterest comment sections just asking for your socials in such desperation?

hmm,, yes? he does occasionally feel like someone like you, should be with someone as equally beautiful as you

he thought he was always plain looking, but you wholeheartedly disagree! in fact, you fell in love with his ability to pay attention to detail.

to the random creeps in the comments section, he just contacts the uploader and asks them to delete any malicious comments and it works 100% of them time.

on the brighter side, he helps a lot with taking your pictures (if you ask him to) and sometimes! he’ll even appear in them

izuku will always be your #1 fan!

bakugou katsuki

at first, you’d be like “katsuki owning pinterest? naaah.” but! i think he would

being an all might fan, he liked looking at all might screen caps— and while katsuki would be on the discreet side, he’d find himself looking at them whenever he has extra minutes to burn

not to mention, the cooking recipes on there aren’t the worst, so he doesn’t just use pinterest to look at screen caps of heroes doing their work

and, how could he forget that you’ve been bugging him to search for rare screen caps? he says that it’s useless— but he finds himself digging for you anyway,

which is whyyy

he finds an entirely different rabbit hole, and it’s way past 10pm, 3 more minutes wouldn’t wound him.

the blond doesn’t know how he even stumbled on.. this side of pinterest. the one that kind of hurts his eyes.

the more well known side of pinterest, that is covered in pictures of fashion boards, and the standard pretty person.

the ‘aesthetic’ side, kaminari calls it— it makes bakugou cringe, and he was just about to refresh his page

when he spots something familiar, it’s you‼️ well it wasn’t just you but, you were dressed in something,, nice.

like sure! you’re attractive. but that’s not why he’s dating you, there’s a lot of reasons as to why

but, he’s baffled. seeing you in a different light, and in such nice clothing, what more, when he sees that you’re actually everywhere. he hasn’t seen this much of you and your attractive ass before

katsuki told himself that he was going to sleep a few minutes ago, but now? he’s left admiring all of your pictures.

how did he not know that his s/o’s pinterest famous? you’re practically in every single board!

he confronts you the next day in an oddly weird manner, “you didn’t tell me you were famous on that stupid pinterest app.”

you’re sheepish, “welll, i didn’t know that you were going to stumble on that side of pinterest!”

he doesn’t say anything, and really! it looks like he doesn’t care about the newest discovery of his s/o

but he shows his feelings in his own way.

like, how katsuki insists that he finds a new outfit that you’d absolutely love— one that’ll fit with your aesthetic

and that he insists that he does your graphic liner, because you’re going to ‘poke your eyes out’

makes an entirely different account to reply to those simps and creeps in the comment section, sort of like

random pinterest user : “the things i’ll do to be crushed by them 💦”

pinterestuser461903 : “go touch some fucking grass.”

also would’ve commented “your art sucks” at the poorly done drawings of you in the comments, but knows you appreciated the art— so he doesn’t

(still thinks the fanart doesn’t do you enough justice)

he’ll be super proud when someone notices you in person like “yeah that’s fucking right, but too bad they’re super attractive and way out of your league.”

in short, it looks like katsuki doesn’t care at all about your pinterest famous life, but he’s your #1 supporter

todoroki shouto

i am certain for this one— he doesn’t have pinterest

well, he didn’t have pinterest, until midoriya convinced him to create an account, but it kinda just ended at that

but the person that actually made him use pinterest was sero, because he kept bugging him to give it a try

todoroki finds the app very practical— he can find screen caps of heroes in action, and he can also find oddly helpful tips in cooking (and in anything)

but sero was like “todoroki, what about the aesthetic value??” and todoroki didn’t really get that part to be honest 💀

todoroki, being clueless didn’t know what to search for— so sero being the wonderful friend he is, helped him search for it

and that’s when it happened. it didn’t take that long, but they eventually found an entire section just full of pictures of you; their classmate and crush

“is that Y/N?” mina notices what they’re looking at, and she observes the picture “oh wow— it is her! no wonder why she looked familiar.”

“it’s impressive! our classmate is pinterest famous!” they continue to look at every single post in each board, and todoroki’s left to observe in silence

he has definitely taken a liking to you, even if he didn’t realize it at first— he liked you because of your hard work when it came to training, personality and patience, not because of your looks

obviously, todoroki thinks that you look good in anything, trashbag style or not. but seeing you in this light was interesting.

so after training, todoroki would spent a good portion of his time scavenging for more pictures— not because he was obsessed or anything

but because,, he really liked your pictures. maybe it was because without you in those pictures, it would feel incomplete

he didn’t know how to approach you after this discovery, which is why he’s glad that you approached him first

“todoroki! what are you looking at?” you took a peak at his screen, and you’re baffled to see yourself, and that very famous picture of you

he’s quiet for a second when he realizes that you’ve caught him staring at your pictures, but he explains calmly, “sero accidentally discovered your pictures,, and i just wanted to take a peak at them, if it was okay,,”

and he’s relieved— well, you’re also relieved. you didn’t know how your crush would react if he ever saw those pictures, but your heart skipped a beat knowing that he enjoyed looking at them

“it’s alright todoroki,” you smile, honestly over the moon as you spoke “i’m really glad that you like them.”

sometimes you’d get shy whenever he’d go on pinterest just to look at your pictures, “todoroki, not that one! that one was really old,,” is what you’d say whenever he’d look at your older photos but he’d still look at them anyway 💀

at first, todoroki helped you in his own subtle way. since he’s quite the fashion icon— he’d recommend you clothes to wear for future pictures

he eventually confessed— and it was because you were talking to him while he was really tired, and he blurted out that he really, really liked you and you almost passed away because of his words

so yeah— it was a case of secretly admiring their beautiful best friend to lovers scenario

he’d go the full mile when it came to taking your pictures. he’d check the weather forecast just in case if it was going to rain for that date, and impromptu picnic photoshoot

that boyfriend that has pictures of you in his photo gallery, and has a backstory for each photo if anyone were to ask

also that boyfriend that knows how to take pictures, will probably even lay down to take them, even if you didn’t kindly ask him to

when you asked him to join the picture, he didn’t really know how to— but he made it work! and the both of you guys went viral

but this isn’t all one sided, no— whenever you guys would cuddle, shouto would simply stare at you with HEARTS in his eyes,

and even before he leans in for a kiss, he’ll stare at you with so much love in his eyes, while he traces his thumb across your cheekbones. man’s in love— you’re gorgeous.

he knows that you know that he’s not with you because of any ulterior motive, you both have mutual trust in each other— so it’s not something you guys will bother on questioning because you’re both hot asf lets be real

he’s not uncomfortable whenever people gawk at you in public— i mean, you two get stares on the regular. and how could they not stare at you? you’re very attractive, and he’s glad that people recognize that

but he’ll get protective if they’ll try to be a threat to your loving relationship with him, he won’t be afraid to be blunt

regarding the comments on each pinterest post— he hates it when people say things out of the line

always tries to hide them from you so you don’t feel bothered by them, but if you knew about them— he’ll be sad :,(

but he’ll end up mass reporting those nasty comments— and they always get taken down, because of the shouto todoroki luck

in short? man’s whipped, and the both of you guys are SO attractive together— what more if people knew about the om chemistry?

really— you being pinterest famous was just a nice plus, he fell in love with you for you

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i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

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[pascalpanic]

OMG. Okay, I'm a bigger lady too and those HCs got me thinking along with the stuff about Marcus Moreno and the PTA... May I request a fic with Marcus and a plus-sized reader at the PTA bake sale? Maybe she's a mom, maybe she's a teacher, maybe just an involved aunt... All of the other moms have been trying to bag the hot, famous superhero widower who can cook for YEARS but reader's not playing that game and he's super into her. -🪐

Bake Sale (Marcus Moreno x f!Plus Size!Reader)

Summary: ^^

W/C: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of death, reader is a widow, plus size reader, mentions of body shaming, lots of stuff about size insecurity/body anxiety, language, lightly raised voices, lots of talk of food

A/N: AS A THICC LADY MYSELF, I fucking love this request!! I’m so proud of how it came out, I hope you love it!!

Missy shrieks from the other room and Marcus comes running. “What, what happened?” He asks her hurriedly, in a fighting stance, ready to defend his daughter or do what’s necessary to help her from an injury.

Instead of some kind of monster in his kitchen, Marcus finds his daughter covered in blue food dye. “The bottle popped,” she admits with an awkward smile.

“Why the hell were you using blue food dye?” He asks incredulously, grabbing a tea towel and getting it wet in the sink.

Missy frowns, putting her thick hair up in a ponytail. “I thought the cupcakes would be fun if they were blue,” she mumbles, pouting slightly and holding out her arms.

Marcus uses the towel with water and soap to clean her off, shaking his head. “You told me you were making brownies using that mix I bought.”

The little girl frowns, arms crossing in defense. “Everyone makes brownies, Dad,” she scowls, letting her arms out as Marcus grabs them again to continue wiping them down. It’s already too late- most of her arms are covered in blue speckles- but he does his best to remove the worst of the color from her. “I wanted to do something different.”

Taking off his glasses, Marcus sighs and rubs his face, inadvertently getting blue food coloring on his face too. “Missy, we could’ve made anything. You said you wanted to do it yourself, so I got you a box mix, but if you would’ve asked, we could’ve made anything!” His eyes are shut and he rubs his face as he speaks, leaving a large blue swipe starting above his eyebrow and reaching nearly to his jaw. Missy bites her cheek to stop herself from laughing as her dad goes on a serious lecture, but she can’t help but squeak out a small giggle.

“What?” Marcus asks, exasperated at the fact that she clearly isn’t listening.

Missy snorts and Marcus’s frown only deepens. “You got it on yourself,” she finally openly laughs, and Marcus immediately pulls out his phone; she’s right, he learns as he looks at his reflection in the camera.

Marcus rarely swears. It’s a principle he decided on when Missy was born, and she can probably count on her hands the amount of times she’s heard him curse. Here’s one more: “Fuck!” He grunts and stomps off to the bathroom.

While Missy cleans up the kitchen, she has to laugh. The food dye, as she knows from previous failed experiments, won’t come out for a day or two, and the first PTA fundraiser of the year is tonight. The Morenos were one of the families assigned to bring the food, which is why Missy decided to make the cupcakes for her dad. Missy may be eleven, but she’s not oblivious. She sees all of the moms fawning over her dad, some to the point where it’s straight-up embarrassing. But it’s fun to watch her dad get flustered, so she doesn’t mind too much.

When he returns, Marcus marches his daughter straight up to the bathroom. “Get in the shower,” he sighs and hands her a fresh pair of clothes. “Try your best to get that out,” he tells her and points at the blue spots that also mark her face. “I’ll go put the brownies together.”

“I’m sorry,” she finally admits.

Marcus is… tired. He has been for a long time. Being a single parent, leading a literal team of fucking superheros, and still finding time to help out the PTA is exhausting. On top of that is caring for himself, something he’s been seriously neglecting. His back aches as he leans into the doorframe. “It’s fine, kid. Just hop in the shower.”

“I really am,” she insists.

Marcus has to crack a smile. “It’s alright, baby.” He kisses her head, wincing as he feels something wet beneath his lips. Oh, lovely. She got the food dye in her hair too, the inky black color swallowing the sight of the blue. Now he has it on his lips. He groans and Missy giggles, pushing him out of the bathroom and closing the door.

Rubbing his lips on his already-stained hand, Marcus looks at the already-cleaned kitchen and smiles softly. For as much chaos as she causes, Missy is a good kid. He really couldn’t ask for a better daughter.

Even the ingredients have been cleaned and placed away, leaving a fully made batter now darkly tinted blue. The oven’s preheated and everything… screw it, Marcus decides as he scoops batter into the lined tin and puts it in the oven.

In his own bathroom, Marcus tries to scrub the food dye out of his skin. It’s of no use; he even tries the fancy facial scrub Missy bought him for this past Father’s Day, but it’s stuck. Sighing, Marcus spritzes on a little extra cologne, the spray he put on in the morning having faded over the work day.

The cupcakes are done in a few minutes and look surprisingly good. Marcus is in the bathroom cleaning up when the timer beeps, and Missy removes them, smiling at the way they turned out. Much more carefully, she dyes the frosting pink and slathers it on once they’ve cooled a bit.

In more casual clothes than he wore to work, a dark green tee and jeans, Marcus chuckles to see his daughter with blue-splattered skin and a smudge of pink frosting on her forehead. “I send you to the shower, you get dirty two minutes later,” he laughs and wipes the frosting off. “These look great, kiddo.”

“Thanks,” Missy beams as she tops them with purple star-shaped sprinkles. “They’re mermaid themed!”

“I can tell,” he nods and dips a finger in the leftover frosting, tasting it and nodding in approval. “These’ll do nicely. Thank you for making them. I’m sure they’ll stand out.”

Missy beams and nods, grabbing herself a snack from the fridge. “What time are you heading out?” She asks.

Marcus checks his watch, nodding as he plans his night in his head. “I’ll probably leave in about fifteen minutes. You’ve got the whole thing down, right?”

She nods obediently. “Yep. Leftovers or a freezer meal, finish my homework at some point, call if I need anything because you’re just going to be at school.”

“I’m so lucky to have a good kid,” he smiles at her, ruffling her wet hair. “I’ll be checking if you do your homework when I get home, so you better do it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighs and unwraps her string cheese. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, bug,” he nods and gives her a side-hug and another kiss on the head before leaving.

The school’s cafeteria is already bustling by the time Marcus gets there, filled with middle-aged women hassling over what desserts should be placed where. Marcus follows the instruction from the email- food-bringers should head into the kitchen, where the set-up ladies will take your pastries, price them, the like.

It’s much calmer in the back, and Marcus sighs in relief for a moment before another ruckus is immediately caused, this time by the mere sight of him. “Mr. Moreno!” Alicia shrieks, slamming down her tray of cookies, which nearly go flying. “Oh, so glad you’re here,” she smiles, rushing over and taking the cupcakes from him.

Another mom rushes over, one whose name Marcus can’t quite remember- Jill? Jen? “These are beautiful,” she marvels as she takes the pan from Alicia, lifting them to her eyes and examining them. “How creative!”

Marcus smiles awkwardly, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Thanks. Missy made them, actually. That’s why… well,” he laughs and gestures to the faded blue streak on his face.

“Oh, I didn’t even notice,” Sandy laughs and loops her arm through Marcus’s. Ew. Marcus is a touchy guy, but he hates the way the woman death-grips his forearm. “Come out here, Marcus, settle a debate for us on where these muffins should go.”

So he’s forced along, out to the circularly arranged lunch tables with seemingly endless, highly decorated treats. The mothers tug him along, asking for advice on the arrangement of the food. He insists that everything looks fine where it is, escaping their clutches and running to the back when he sees the first people who aren’t working the sale wander in.

It’s a relief, escaping the endless mothers’ flirtation, especially knowing the majority of them are not single. He walks to the brightly colored cupcakes he bought, taking one and peeling the wrapping. He’s about to bite into the cupcake, mouth open far too wide to look anything but awkward, when his eyes meet yours.

You both freeze. You can’t tear your eyes away; you’re making eye contact with Marcus Moreno. But he looks so sweet and goofy, dressed down and shoving a cupcake in his face. You have to snort, looking away as you feel adrenaline rush through your body.

He takes the bite and gives you a good natured smile, blue cake and pink frosting all over his teeth while his mouth is still full of food. “Oh my God,” you have to laugh this time, grabbing a table and nearly doubling over with laughter.

He laughs too, nearly choking on his bite of cake. “Sorry you had to witness that,” he chuckles when he swallows the bite. “Not exactly very attractive, is it?”

You shake your head and look down, wondering if he’s flirting, being nice, or he’s naturally this flirty toward anyone. “I’m sorry to interrupt while you were clearly enjoying a fantastic cupcake,” you chuckle, talking a little louder as the two of you converse across the school kitchen. “Did you make those?”

He shakes his head. “My daughter did. But she made a mess, and that’s why, well…” he gestures to the blue streak on his face.

You were so busy being enamored by the handsome man that you didn’t even notice. “Oh, wow,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Kids are crazy. I made these for my niece, since she can’t bake anything yet,” you say and hold up a plate of cookies. “They’re not as pretty as yours.”

Marcus walks closer, smiling a little. “No, they look great. In all honesty, I’m starving, could I maybe… trade you?” he says and grabs a fresh, unbitten cupcake, offering it out. “I’m Marcus, by the way.”

No shit, you almost laugh. Instead you shake your head and introduce yourself to him. “It’s like elementary school all over again,” you chuckle and hand him a cookie. You’ve always expected his hands to be something extraordinary; they’re the source of the man’s superpowers, after all. But they’re astonishingly normal, you notice and take the cupcake, your hand brushing his. The skin is warm and slightly rough. You swallow hard and look down.

In your life, body shaming is all too real, especially when you eat. Being a plus-size woman is hell when it comes to this sort of thing. You felt like the women were glaring daggers into your body as you walked in with something sweet, as if you shouldn’t dare to eat something nutritious and sugar-free. As appetizing as the cupcake looks, you can’t do it. Your heart won’t let you. You hold up the cupcake in a little ‘cheers’ motion, but don’t eat it.

Marcus notices and frowns. “It’s not a trade if you don’t eat it too. Come on, you gotta tell me how it is so I can tell my daughter your feedback.”

Even as a superhero, he isn’t astonishingly buff. He isn’t muscularly carved or anything like Miracle Guy or the other men he works with. He’s strong, that much is clear by his arms as they bring the cookie to his mouth, but the worn t-shirt gives a little bit of a tummy away. It’s endearing, but your fear of rejection runs deep. And even then, it seems like it’s guys who aren’t completely ripped that have more to say on your body.

You shake your head and look down. When you look back up, his eyes are warm and sincere. There’s not a single pinch of malcontent or unkindness in them. Feeling reassured, you peel back the wrapper and take a bite.

It’s a good cupcake, though you can taste the artificial flavor of the food dye. “Tastes… blue,” you laugh, wiping your face of the frosting. “How’s the cookie?” You ask.

Marcus sighs. “Damn good,” he says, mouth full of chocolate chips and dough. “Your niece is lucky. What grade is she?” He asks.

“Livvy is in second,” you nod and smile fondly at the image of the little girl. “Her mom is my sister-in-law, and she’s out of town, so I’m watching the little shit.”

The man nods, brown eyes searching yours. “In-laws. How fun. Is it…” He trails off, unsure how to ask for an explanation. “Like, a sibling’s wife, or a spouse’s sister…”

You’re positively tingling inside, radiating energy at the fact that this handsome man is asking about your marital status indirectly. It fades a little as you have to talk about your deceased husband. “Yeah, um, well she- Ana- she’s my... husband’s sister. But my husband passed away a few years back, and she’s a single mom, so the three of us live together now.”

Marcus’s eager expression falls too. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you quickly clarify. “I’ve made peace with it. I’m glad to live with my sister and niece now.”

You consider her your sister. Marcus finds that sweet, his heart twinging a little. “I don’t know your pain, necessarily, but I lost my wife a few years ago too.”

You knew that. Of course you knew that; it was on every tabloid. Her funeral was practically as attended as Princess Diana’s, the beloved Heroic trainer. “I’m really sorry,” you offer, though it feels awkward. What else are you going to say? I know? Absolutely not. “So… you know how weird life can be after. All that stuff.”

He nods in affirmative. “I really do.” He smiles sadly at you, the two of you sharing a look that explains it all. It’s a feeling only people like you have ever experienced, and after the brief moment ends, you look back down at the mess of cookies and sweets.

“And your daughter?” You ask, changing the subject. Very little is known about Marcus’s daughter; he and his late wife kept her very shielded from the media. You probably couldn’t identify her just by looking, only from the Moreno last name.

“Oh, Missy, her name is Missy,” he nods, continuing to munch on the cookie. “She’s in fifth grade. Last year at this school before middle school,” he chuckles, though you can see in his eyes the sadness of his daughter growing up. “This is just a great school, they’ve been great for her, so I like giving back.”

“I wish I could say the same,” you chuckle. “I was just ready for a night of relaxing when Livvy came in shouting that I needed to bake something.”

The door swings open to reveal a highly-botoxed woman in the classic PTA mom athleisure attire. “Marcus, you have to come tell Sarah about Missy’s last class project,” she exclaims, walking over and taking him by the arm. The woman gives you a spiteful smile and pulls him away.

The swinging door closes and you’re resigned to yourself again. How exciting. Your heart sinks at the thought of all the skinnier, funnier, certainly wealthier and overall… well, better mothers out there, all of them vying for the Heroic’s heart. He’ll never want you, you remind yourself as you return to wrapping individual brownies and labeling them with a black sharpie.

You really don’t get out much- Ana was your best going-out buddy in the days before your husband passed and her husband left, when someone would be around to watch Livvy. This has been the most socialization outside of your workplace or family that you’ve had in quite some time, and with a handsome man like that, you’re nearly overwhelmed.

Other men look at you with contempt or fetishization. They want to objectify you or diagnose you with some kind of disorder. It’s far too common, the grip of society’s standards on everyone around you. The only men who’ve approached you for a while now have been like that.

Except Marcus. Marcus with a blue food coloring stain on his face, wearing jeans and thick glasses, looking like the opposite of the media’s image of him. Just thinking about him makes you involuntarily smile as you package a stack of snickerdoodles.

People come and go for a bit but generally leave you alone to your job, mindlessly thinking over your schedule for the rest of the night.

The swinging door opens once again, and you don’t bother to look up until there’s a presence at your tray of chocolate chip cookies. “Would you mind if I stole another?” Marcus Moreno asks you with a boyish smile.

You grin at that, standing up a little straighter. “Absolutely not,” you laugh and offer out the platter to him.

He sighs as he eats the cookie, admiring the texture of the fluffy dough compared to the chips. Warm and soft and infused with just the right amount of vanilla. Marcus makes a happy little noise as he eats the other bite, and you have to giggle. He’s making a show of it; that much is clear.

“You like them that much, huh?” You ask as you label a brownie with a sharpie: CONTAINS NUTS. $1.

Marcus nods. “They’re fucking fantastic,” he says through a mouthful. “Are you much of a baker?” he asks curiously.

People have asked that to you quite often, usually while scanning your body’s size, but Marcus’s eyes stay focused on yours, inquisitive and soft. You shrug and smile. “I’d like to think I am,” you chuckle, staying humble.

“You should give me some pointers. I just threw a box mix at Missy and told her to go nuts, she’s the one who decided to make cupcakes instead,” he admits.

“I’m sure you’re good at it,” you offer.

He shakes his head, smiling. “No, I’m a terrible baker. I’m a fairly good cook, though.”

“Really?” You ask, tilting your head and smiling at him. “What’s your signature dish?”

He blows a raspberry into the air, thinking on it for a moment. “Mm, I don’t really have one, per se, but Missy really likes my chicken piccata.”

You’re hungrier than you expected, and that idea sounds fantastic. “Wow. Complex.”

“It really isn’t; chicken, breadcrumbs, lemon butter sauce,” he shrugs, modest as ever. Daring to branch out a little, to do something different, he nudges your shoulder. “I’d love to make it for you sometime.”

“Really?” You ask, genuinely not believing that a real-life superhero is asking you out for dinner.

Marcus backtracks. “If you’re vegetarian, I’ve tried making it with tofu, it wasn’t as good but-”

“No, no, that sounds fantastic. I’d love that, yeah,” you nod, face lighting up with a smile. “Here,” you say and take his blue-stained hand, grabbing the sharpie and writing your phone number on the back of his hand.

Marcus grins at you when you’re done, stealing one more cookie. “Name the date and I’ll make it work.”

His smile is so goddamn cute. It cracks the scruff, lifting his cheeks, and makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Sounds like a plan.”

The swinging door once again opens, this time with two mothers calling for Marcus. He groans and rolls his eyes dramatically. “If I don’t make it out of this alive, you get to take the extra cupcakes home,” he murmurs next to your ear. “Coming!” He calls as he turns and follows them out, shooting you a wink.

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Wait omg love triangle with both Yoongis from daechitwa!! Mc chooses one or somehow ends up with both idk. I love the daechitwa mv omg! The Yoongi show has my hopes up for something like daechitwa pt 2 for the solo album but I doubt it hm. Let’s say they’re twin brothers and no one knows they’re related lol. Servant/bodyguard mc who has a soft spot for rebel Yoongi bc they share a similar face. Omg I love bodyguard concept bc it’s mc’s job to protect him but he protects her too. And they sneak in to the prison area to give him food/water. Rebel mc (called it enemy before lol) who is close to rebel Yoongi already or they meet in prison. Maybe rebel mc gave rebel Yoongi his scar. Hm maybe they were enemies before she joined his faction. Or assassin mc hm. But mc also falls for king Yoongi bc of the similar face thing. Childhood friend mc (princess from another place idk) who knew both of them as kids bc let’s pretend the twins separated when one became king. And that moment of realization for any of the mcs. the mc realizes for rebel Yoongi when his blindfold slips off omg. Now I’m thinking of daechitwa lore hm. What happens after the ending? Bc Yoongi said that the king wasn’t killed right? But then wouldn’t rebel die? Maybe king keeps him around bc he’s interesting lol.

-🖤

HELP the absolute angst you could write with this idea

i can’t remember if i’ve ever read a fic where the two yoongis from the daechwita mv were brothers 😭 if i did it must have been a really long time ago

you’re brain!!! i like the idea of rebel yoongi x rebel m/c but maybe— ooo to add to that idea, maybe king! yoongi meets rebel m/c in the battle field and he falls for her but she gets imprisoned with his secret twin brother and he knows that if he were to show interest in what the country believes to be the lowest level criminal then he’s scared something would happen to her so he lets his brother fawn over her while imprisoned, maybe king yoongi isn’t exactly king yet either and decides to kill his father to take over the throne and then marry the m/c to his brothers disdain

even the idea of servant m/c sneaking into the basement to take care of rebel yoongi is a good idea, i read a manhwa once with a sort of similar concept. maybe rebel! yoongi and the m/c have a past and yoongi kinda manipulates her into helping him overthrow king! yoongi. but maybe she has feelings for both of them so one night she accidentally lets it slip to the king that his brother had interest in the throne

YUM ASSASSIN M/C

i wish i was good a writing like action scenes, they’re so hard though. i’d love to write an assassin au like a proper proper good one

maybe the kings brother hires the m/c to kill king yoongi but maybe they had a past so she keeps pushing the day back and his brother starts to get suspicious

daechwita lore is so fun to explore 😭 and there’s like a billion different stories we could write. i think after ending, maybe it’s like a ‘you beat the king so you get throne’ type of situation, so maybe he doesn’t die but he does lose his position as ruler of the country, that way the rebel wouldn’t die or maybe role reversal where the rebel becomes king, and the king becomes a rebel

[hqmoonsun]

mha characters as your s/o!

🏷 mha!characters x gn!reader! couples! iida! ochaco! monoma! yaoyorozu!

iida

as expected, he’s a gentleman wow

comes to class early just so he can pull out your assigned chair for you

always let’s you try his lunch, feeding you himself

everyone at your lunch table fawns over how sweet he is to you

occasionally shows you his wall of glasses

you tease him about it, pointing out how the amount of glasses decrease over time

he’ll gently pinch your cheeks and kiss you on the cheek whew

he’ll literally do anything for you

that’s just his love language

your support means the most to him

he’ll always come to you whenever he needs help practicing a speech for the class

you’re each other’s safe haven

uraraka

she’s literally the cutest s/o ever

never fails to brighten your days

will kiss your cheek every morning

your biggest supporter omg

she’s always there to cheer for you, screaming your name every practice battle

can see through you and will know if you’re feeling down

her love language would be gift giving

she’d literally give you a gift out of nowhere

AND SHE WOULD LOVE TO MATCH OUTFITS WITH YOU

so you two would go shopping for clothes together <3

your camera rolls are full of each other !!!

just couple goals.

you know those cute side couples in movies? yeah that’s you and ochaco

literal ride or die

monoma

the definition of ‘i hate everyone, but you’

will glare at anyone who looks your way

loves pda omg

he always has to be touching you like holding hands, a hand on your waist, or a hand around your shoulders

trashtalks everyone but pampers you with compliments

does not see any flaw in you

whispers “you’re perfect” to you everyday

there’s not a second that’s boring with him

you two are always going on dates

he’s always researching spots for you to visit

you two are literally the pretty couple

everyone makes way for you when you walk in the hallway

yaoyorozu

soo much study dates

you hated study dates before because they’re never productive

but with yaoyorozu, you get so much done

AND she manages to still make it fun

plants a kiss on your cheek every correct answer you get together

you know everything about each other

the most transparent relationship i swear

you’re like the star couple at school !!

both are the definition of brains and brawn

always holding hands, keeping each other’s hands warm especially on cold days

being with yaoyorozu feels like a dream

and you never want to wake up

you know what ,, i would love to be with monoma HAHAHA i just love the “i hate everyone, but you” trope !!

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original request: @bakugousmymassa Hi willow🥺❤️❤️ ok so this has been on my mind for so long and I hope it makes sense. Ok so bakugou x fem reader and like yk she’s simping for him through manga/anime little does she know he’s doing the same thing is his world. And like they start thinking about each other and it comes through in the manga/anime and like they somehow find a way to communicate through it and like their love/simping becomes so strong that she randomly pops up in the common room and the bakusquad/class 1a is like 👁👄👁 and like they kiss or whatever Ik it’s long and weird but like omg I can’t get it out my mind sorryyy😭😭

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

warnings: some swear words

genre: fluff, a bit angsty

a/n: thank you so much for the request bb! i added my own twist to it so i hope you like it!!

finally done with all my inbox requests!! 99% of them were bakugou in which i had zero complaints. i am here for all your bakugou needs 🤩i got a bit carried away with writing this so that’s why im letting it have it’s own moment☺️ i loved writing this and i would love to hear your thoughts on it (reblogs are greatly appreciated too🧡) enjoy xx

•

It was your favorite bookstore. It was where you bought your first manga. It was where you found a love for all these complex characters and incredible storylines. This bookstore seemed to satisfy every craving you had in regards to a 2D boy to fawn over. So there was no surprise that when you strolled into the bookstore, you headed straight to where the My Hero Academia mangas were.

You had read them all, even watched the anime. For some reason, you just kept coming back. You couldn’t get enough.

Something on the bookshelf had caught your attention. Among the original mangas, there was one lone book, different from the rest. You stared at the cover. It had your favorite character on it, keeping you intrigued. You had never seen this one before. Was it a side story? Was it a new release? If so, why would there only be one? Out of your own curiosity, you decided to buy it.

You handed the bookstore cashier the manga and your money. They looked at you, simply smiling.

“Is Katsuki Bakugou your favorite?” they asked.

“Yeah, he is,” you smiled. They handed you the book.

“Unfortunately there are no returns on this special edition. I guess you’ll be stuck with him,” they said. You chuckled, taking their comment as a joke.

“I’m okay with that.”

~

Once you were home, you sat down on your couch and pulled out the book, opening it up.

“What the…”

The pages were blank. The entire book had nothing in it. No words, no drawings, just plain white paper.

“How can you sell an empty book?” you groaned. You thought you had wasted your money on this. You set the book down, staring at the blank page angrily.

Suddenly, one spot of ink appeared on the page. Then more. Your eyes grew as the pages created their own drawing in the corner.

“This isn’t happening…”

You stared at the drawing, stunned.

“What kind of idiot buys a book before opening it first,” read the text bumble. On the page was a drawing of Katsuki Bakugou, his arms crossed with his classic smirk.

“H-How did you just…”

Another drawing began to appear next to the original.

“What? Never seen a self-drawing manga before? Come on dumbass, keep up with me here.”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Bakugou was talking to you, through a manga.

“B-But you’re not real… you’re just a drawing…”

“Sure I’m a drawing right now, just as you are a drawing on my end. Doesn’t make me or you any less real.”

“Why are you talking to me… how did you find me?”

“Well, how did you find out about me?”

“I read about you in my mangas and I watch your show…”

“Then there is your answer gorgeous. I do the same.”

“I’M A CHARACTER IN A MANGA?” Your brain couldn’t seem to process everything that was happening.

“Of course you are. Damn, you aren’t the brightest…”

“B-But then how did I get your book? Anyone could have bought it.”

“Well me and Shitty Hair figured out a way to leave something behind for you. So that’s how you can talk to me through the book,” explained Bakugou.

“This isn’t happening...this is a lot to process right now. You’re like my dream guy but you’re supposed to be fictional and I’m not entirely sure what to do with all this new information,” you sighed.

“I can explain better in person.”

“I’m sorry, what-”

“Go grab a pen.”

“Bakugou-”

“Go grab a pen Y/N.”

You did as you were told, grabbing the nearest pen.

“Okay now what?”

“Go to a new page and draw yourself, like how I am,” Bakugou instructed. You were skeptical but did it anyway. You created a small box and drew yourself, resembling a manga panel.

“Now write your location as ‘in the common area’.”

“This has to be some kind of fever dream…”

“Just do it dumbass.”

You carefully wrote your desired location.

“Okay now what?”

“I’ll see you later dumbass,” smirked Bakugou. Your eyes grew.

“What- no you can’t just leave-”

“Bye nerd.”

No new panel appeared. You sighed, still in shock.

“There’s no way that was real…”

You set the manga down and laid on your back. You felt a wave of exhaustion come over you. You yawned, slowly falling asleep.

~

“Be quiet, you’re gonna wake her up!”

“How did she even get here?”

“Do you think Bakugou would be mad if I asked her out?”

“It’s not like she would say yes…”

“HEY-”

“Shit I think she’s awake....”

You felt groggy. As if you had been sleeping for days. You slowly started to open your eyes. People-like figures hovered around you.

“Back up, give her some space…”

You sat up, rubbing your eyes. The room was bright. The yellow-tinted walls and green floor caught your attention.

“Where am I…”

“UA High! A prestigious academy made for creating the world’s best Heroes!”

“Wait… Iida?”

“Correct!”

You soon realized what had happened. You looked around to all the familiar faces.

“Iida, Deku, Jirou, Kaminari, Momo, Mina, Kirishima, Todoroki…”

“Damn you’re good!” smiled Denki. You couldn’t believe it. You had some how made your way into your favorite story.

“Am I in the anime?”

“What anime?” asked Todoroki.

“Our anime! Or manga whichever you prefer!” smiled Deku.

“This has to be a dream, right?”

“How? You just woke up?”

“Todoroki it was a rhetorical question…”

“Oh…”

“Um where is Bakugou?” You asked. Everyone smiled.

“He’s waiting outside. You can go meet him,” explained Kirishima. You gulped. It’s not every day you get to come face to face with your fictional crush. Well, not so fictional now.

“Uh okay…” You stood up from the couch, beginning to make your way out the door. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

Bakugou was sitting on the steps of the dorms. His heart was beating out of his chest, though he wouldn’t admit it. He twiddled his thumbs as he waited for you to show up.

“H-Hey…” you whispered. Bakugou perked up, immediately standing up and turning around to face you. He looked at you with widened eyes. The both of you just stared at each other for a bit, fathoming the idea that you were really there. Seeing him on a screen or on a page was nothing compared to seeing him in real life.

“Damn…” he mumbled.

“What?”

“You’re beautiful.”

Even though this was technically your first meeting, the two of you weren’t strangers. You knew everything about each other. The endless admiration through pages seemed to have led you here. Exactly where you were supposed to be.

“How is this even real?” You questioned. Bakugou chuckled.

“You do realize your world isn’t the only one out there. So I had to take you to mine.”

“So I’m like a character you read about?”

“Yeah, just as I am that to you. I read your story just as you read mine. It’s not that complicated.”

“Why me though?”

Bakugou took a step towards you. He smiled, taking your hand.

“Why wouldn’t I take the opportunity to meet someone I’ve always dreamed about?”

Your face got hot as you tried to hold back your smile. You squeezed his hand.

“I’m glad you did.”

“Then let’s go dumbass,” he said. You raised a brow.

“What?”

“Well we have to write the rest of the book, don’t we? Come on, I’ve only got you for 300 more pages,” He explained.

“Wait there’s a limit on this?”

“Don’t worry about that now. Now come on, we’ve got shit to do.”

~

You and Bakugou spent the entire day together. He showed you around Musutafu, introducing you to all his favorite places. He showed you his favorite places to train, his favorite restaurant, where he likes to buy his mangas, and even where he found the book that brought you here.

You couldn’t help but take mental notes while you were with him. His hair was a lot softer than you imagined, and he actually did smell of sweet caramel. His red eyes weren’t intimidating at all, actually, you found them adorable. Bakugou had little patience, which you figured correctly. As you held his hand, he would mumble soft ‘sorry’s’, afraid that his hands were getting sweaty. You reassured him that he was fine. That caused his cheeks to blush.

The two of you sat at a park bench, enjoying the view of the city before you. Your head was rested on his shoulder as you held onto his arm. You couldn’t believe this was real. The boy you spent ages crushing over through a screen actually felt exactly the same. It was better than words.

“I wish there were fireworks,” you said. Bakugou chuckled. He removed his arm from your grip.

“Here. How’s this?”

Bakugou started to create mini-explosions in the palms of his hands, resembling fireworks. You stared at the beautiful sparks. Your smile was contagious. You looked up at him but he was already looking at you. You felt your face turn hot.

“So how many more pages until I’m allowed to kiss you?” blurted out Bakugou. You flinched. The burning in your cheeks grew stronger. You smiled.

“None.”

You grabbed the collar of Bakugou’s shirt and pulled him towards you. You crashed your lips together. He gently cupped your face as he held you close. The way he kissed you was beyond anything you could have ever imagined. His heart was beating out of his chest too. He was looking forward to seeing you in person just as much as you were, maybe more.

You looked at Bakugou. His face flushed pink, a cheeky smile from ear to ear. He wrapped his arm around you.

“Wait I have something for you,” you remembered, “I don’t really know how these work but I thought you could use it too.”

You had handed Bakugou a book, similar to the one he had left for you.

“I just think we deserve another volume,” you grinned. Bakugou kissed the top of your head, taking the book.

“I think so too.”

~

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. You stretched and rubbed your eyes. Then you remembered.

“Was I really there?” you mumbled. You tried to orient yourself, still slowly waking up. You reached for the manga that sat on the other side of your couch. You took a deep breath opening it up.

The pages were no longer blank. They instead were filled with perfectly detailed drawings of you and Katsuki Bakugou, following the storyline you had just experienced. You wiped the stray tear from your eye and brought the book to your chest.

“Until next time, Katsuki Bakugou.”

•

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Omg I love hands too, can u imagine the reader just out of the blue straddling Loki (who was perfectly minding his own business on the couch reading) & the reader pulls the book from his hands and starts to just feel them. Kiss them. Even nibble them just a little. And our smol bean is just so confused but slowly closes his eyes and just enjoys the sensations. When the reader hears him sigh she looks up and he’s full blushing like ‘oh I actually liked the feeling of that’,real cozy vibe fic

i am aLIVE have this dumb little fluffy piece to tide you over, i have something up my sleeve that i’ll be posting about later but for now...enjoy fawning over loki’s hands

He’s deeply at peace right now, with the most serene softness to his face that you’ve seen in a long time.

Loki’s been needing some peace lately, between hyper kids and an equally hyper brother, plus patients and work and avenging and being a princely diplomat and a husband; yeah, he deserves to curl up with a good book.

But, his hands dare to exist. So graceful. Such long, pale fingers, turning the pages and clutching the cover, you want to hold them, but he’s caressing a book, not you.

What a shame it would be if someone were to interrupt.

You stride over to the couch, pluck the book out of his hands—careful not to lose his spot—and plop yourself down on his lap.

“I was reading that,” Loki halfheartedly protests, half a tired grin creeping over his face—he can’t say this isn’t preferred.

“Read me,” you mutter, already distracted by the hands settling on your thighs. “Give me your hands.”

The god quirks an eyebrow, but does as you say. Always, does as you say, as if he likes it, as if he’s proud to.

You hold his hands like he held the book. Just let them sit in your palms, occasionally running your thumbs along the curve of skin between his thumbs and forefingers.

They’re heavy.

Yet at the same time...perfectly light. At first they float, and Loki is confused, so you lean forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead and his hands fall the rest of the way into yours.

“What’s this about?”

“Appreciation.”

The left hand drops from your grip as you focus on the right, lifting it to eye level and squinting at it.

Holding perfectly still, he watches you trace the undersides of his fingers from the tip to the center of his palm, your touch ghostly and careful, sending a tingling shiver down his spine.

The minuscule jerk of his body under you makes you crack a smile, and you bring his palm to your lips.

“Tickles?”

Loki nods, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Sorry,” you whisper, and place a tiny kiss on each of his fingertips.

“Kids asleep?”

“Mhm.”

He hums right back deep in his throat, his free hand settling in the curve where your thigh meets your hip, his thumb brushing over your skin as you kiss his fingertips.

He’s gone completely limp and looks so difinitively delicious that you can’t help but take the tip of his middle finger between your teeth, watching him through your eyelashes when he cracks an eye open to stare at you.

“Careful—”

Sliding your fingers through his, you cut him off by catching his lips with yours.

That’s when he actually relaxes.

His eyes close and he groans against you, squeezing your hand tight as you stroke your fingers along his knuckles. You’re lifting the weight of a million stars from his chest with one brush of your lips, and you guide his hands to wrap around your neck as you pry your fingers from his so you can slide your palms over his chest, his shoulders, up his neck to lose themselves in his hair.

The smallest whimper leaves his throat.

“Hey,” you whisper, pulling away ever so slightly, forehead still resting against his. “Loki. You okay?”

“Tired,” he replies hoarsely. “So, so tired.”

He hasn’t been sleeping well, you’ve been able to tell, always tossing and turning beside you, trying to hold onto you and see if that will put him to sleep, but most of the time he ends up getting out of bed to go busy himself with anything he can. A book, a small task, writing, you, if you’re awake; any kind of distraction.

You nudge his cheek with your nose, slowly stroking your palm up and down the side of his neck. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. Right now, just fall asleep, I’m right here.”

His forehead drops to your curve of your neck. “Something’s changing,” he murmurs, fingers curling against your back. “It’s waking me. I don’t know what or when or what is has to do with us, but something...something significant is on the horizon.”

Moving slowly from his cheek to just under his eye, you trace your lips along the smooth skin there, placing a soft kiss on his brow. “Something good?”

“Maybe.” He twitches under you and shakily tries to land a kiss to your lips, but he misses and it lands on your chin instead. Breathing a quiet laugh, you take his face in your hands, thumb tracing once over his lips before you guide him into a proper kiss.

“We’ll make it good,” you whisper. “Whatever it is.”

Trailing soft kisses across his cheek and down his neck, you pick his left hand up again, lips moving to the inside of his wrist as he quietly groans.

“What kind of dark magic...”

“Affection, Loki.” A quick kiss to his wedding ring. “It’s called affection.”

He laughs, his fingers curling towards you. “I know. Can I—”

“No.”

You push him back against the couch with a firm kiss to his forehead, not letting go of his hand when he tries to flip the tables on you.

“Unbelievable,” he grunts. His eyes flutter closed and he smiles. “You’re such a pain.”

“Mhm.”

You kiss his wedding ring again, ghosting kisses along his ring finger and down to his palm and back up to twirl his ring around his finger. It’s still one of your favourite things you’ve ever given him—aside from two children, I suppose.

A thin golden serpent wraps itself around his left ring finger, a snake with two tiny emerald eyes, biting it’s tail to bind him as yours.

When you lift your gaze, he’s staring at it.

“You okay, honey?”

He smiles, twists his hand suddenly to grab your wrist and yank you against him, and locks an arm around your neck as you let out a yelp.

“Always,” he whispers, and kisses your giggling lips. “Always, no matter what.”

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The Owner | Ari Levinson

Summary: In which the reader has a crush on The Red Sea Diving Resort manager Guy/Ari

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female!Reader

I address him as Guy in this since that’s what the hotel guests know him as.

Warning: SMUT. 18+

I was inspired to write some Ari smut by @shellbilee​ after reading After All This Time and Three Days. So thank you for the inspo and love your writing.

GIF NOT MINE. credit goes to @sheisraging as it states underneath the gif that this account made it! Full credit to them.

You feel the throbbing headache still very much present in your head as you awaken, you’d hoped it would have disappeared after some sleep but clearly not. You slowly open your eyes and look around, squinting at the bright view of the sun shining into your hotel room. Another day of adventure awaits at The Red Sea Diving Resort. You pull the covers off of your naked body and force yourself out of bed, onto your feet. Shower time.

Once showered, you start to change. Deciding on just a bikini for today, sunbathing is all you’ll be doing. You head out, making your way to reception to grab some breakfast before you properly begin your day and as you reach reception, there he is. The owner. Guy.

You take your seat and sip at your coffee, trying not to stare at the man before you. It’s a struggle to say the least. He’s tall, muscly and looks like he’s been sculpted by the gods. His shaggy brown hair is slicked back and wet, he must have been diving with some of the guests recently. 

You start getting lost in your thoughts, thinking of all the things you’d want to do to him and the things you’d want him to do to you but it’ll never happen. A girl can dream right? You take another sip of your coffee, trying to pull your lustful eyes away from his physique. 

Just as you go to look away, his eyes meet yours. They are blue with a hint of green, perfect just like him. He flashes you a shy smile before looking away to talk to his colleagues. 

You’ve been staying here for three days so far, since being here you’ve noticed the ladies fawning upon him whenever they see him. You can’t say that you blame them but you prefer to admire him from afar. Rarely talking to him. You’re too nervous around guys. You don’t do too well with the whole flirting fiasco. Not your scene whatsoever. You finish eating and get up from your spot, making your way out to the beach for some much needed tanning time.

You set up a pretty decent spot on the sand, laying your towel down and getting out your earphones for some musical entertainment. This is heaven.

You feel a sudden splash of what feels like ice cold water drip onto your torso, your eyes flicker open to see him. Stood over you, in his wet suit. You take your earphones out and prop yourself up onto your elbows. “Hi” he greets “Y/N is it?” a huge grin plastered across his face. “Hi and yes it is” you give a small smile, not wanting to look keen. “The next diving tour is in ten minutes if you wanna join” you shrug, sitting up properly “It’s a pretty irresistible offer but i’m afraid i’m enjoying this sun too much” a sad look washes over him and then you see his eyes widen, what is he looking at?.

“You’ve um, your bikini top seems-” you look down, immediately noticing that your nipple was poking out of your bikini top. So embarrassing. “Omg, i’m so sorry” you chuckle in hopes that he’d see the funny side. “It’s no worries, not a bad view actually” he smirks as he stands up and heads over to the group of divers. Did he really just say that? Your stomach starts to flutter with butterflies and the need to have him. Guess you’ll see what happens.

You start packing up your bag and head back to your room for some chill time before dinner. Once you reach the door you notice Guy in the distance, he’s just coming back from the dive. His wetsuit zip is halfway down his torso, showing off his muscly hairy chest. Making you just want to dive onto him and kiss him. But you don’t have the guts. Instead you just stare in admiration and head into the room. You slip the bikini off of your body and head to the shower so you can freshen up. Once out you decide on a simple white sundress for dinner and some matching flats. It’s only dinner, no need to make a lot of effort.

You stroll into the reception area, by the tables, noticing Guy isn’t here. Everyone is but him. You wonder why. You continue with your evening, eating and laughing with the other guests. You’ve made friends with pretty much all of them, which is nice. When travelling alone it’s nice to make friends along the way. Just as you’re about to give up hope that you’ll see him tonight, he walks through the front doors, panting. 

“I’ll tell you what, i love the long route they have here, it’s great for a late night run” he starts gulping down some water as the other staff members laugh at his sweaty state. He turns round to check the guests out and his eyes fix on you. He shoots you a quick smile and a wink, making your cheeks heat up. 

You go back to the book that you bought down to read in between courses. You hear a chair slide across the ground, you look up to find him sat in front of you. “So how come a beautiful woman like yourself is on holiday alone?” you bite your bottom lip “Well it was booked for me and my ex boyfriend but i found him in bed with my best friend. So i decided i needed some me time” you explain, he looks at you with a sad look in his blue eyes. “I’m sorry to hear that, you didn’t deserve that” you nod in agreement and wave the whole subject off. If you’re finally able to have a full conversation with this man you don’t want it to be centred around your scumbag ex.

“What you reading?” he asks and you hold up the book before placing the bookmark in it and laying it on the table. “Catcher In The Rye, nice choice” you both just sit there for a few minutes, talking away and noticing how the other guests are starting to leave. 

“I best get back to my room anyways” you stand up, picking the book up and walking past him but you feel a hand grab a hold of your wrist “You don’t have to go you know” he pleads, you look back to see him staring at you with those eyes, almost like he’s looking into your soul. “Well i suppose another drink won’t hurt eh?” he shoots up, pulling you along to the bar. You both sit on it as you sip your drinks. He pulls out a cigarette, lighting it up as it sits in his mouth, god that mouth of his. Unholy thoughts come to your mind. 

You continue to talk about everything. From past relationships to books and even sex. Yes sex. You both share awkward sex stories. “I might have only had one serious relationship but i’ve had my fair share of awkward tales from the bedroom” you giggle after telling him the story of that one time during a one night stand that you’d had sex with this guy and afterwards he asked you to urinate on him and in his mouth. “Now i don’t discriminate but i think that’s more something you reveal about yourself with someone you plan to date, not a one night stand” he throws his head back in laughter, trying to stop himself from making too much noise, being that everyone has gone to bed. 

“I’m sorry but that is hilarious. Did you do it?” you shake your head aggressively. “I refused. Made out like i didn’t need to go to the bathroom, i was desperate to go but had to hold it in until i got home” he laughs even more, placing a hand on your leg. “How about you then?” you raise your eyebrows “got any mortifying experiences you’d care to share?” he starts to think, looking around the room.

“Ah there was that one time a girl tried to fuck me in the ass. Which you know, don’t get me wrong people like what they like but i’m not into that so i refused completely. She kicked me out after though” wow “Oh god” you say in shock “Yeah i was butt naked in the street, she didn’t give me the chance to get changed so i had to dress myself on her door step” now that would be a sight for sore eyes. “Poor neighbours” you chuckle, he nudges you slightly making you apologise sarcastically. “I’ll have you know my body is breath taking and as for my dick, that’s even more of a sight” you don’t doubt that for a second. “I bet” you say in a ‘sure’ tone. Earning yourself a glare from him.

“Gee thanks, you’re not so bad yourself by the way” you look into his eyes, wanting nothing more than to kiss him. “About that, i’m so embarrassed about that incident earlier” you cover your face with your hand, hiding the embarrassment. He pulls it away “Don’t apologise, to be honest. If it were only me on the beach then i wouldn’t have mentioned it. But i didn’t like the thought of other men ogling you” what does he mean by that? You furrow your brows, in confusion at his remark.

“All i’ve been able to think about since you arrived is kissing you and since i saw you on the beach earlier, in that very small bikini, your perfect nipples poking out. I’ve wanted nothing more than to have my way with you” shit. Is this about to happen? “I can’t say i haven’t felt it too” he’s in shock “Really?” you thought you’d made it painfully obvious. “You haven’t noticed me looking at you?” he tries to shrug but you can see he’s thinking about it.

“I mean looking back, i can see it now yeah” is he going to kiss you or are you gonna have to make the first move. And with that thought his lips come crashing onto yours, his body moving closer, closing the space between the two of you. He runs his fingers through his hair and then cups your face with both hands, deepening the kiss. He pulls away from you, your breaths are heavy. He jumps off of the bar, standing in front of you with hunger and lust in his eyes and a playful grin forming onto his perfect lips.

“Are you okay with this?” you nod your head and he picks you up off of the bar, your legs wrapping around him and he walks you both back to your room. Once inside, he wastes no time. Undressing himself and then you. Saving the best part until last, your panties. He slowly slides them down your legs, kissing as he goes along. They drop to the floor and you step out of them, leaving you naked at his disposal. “Such a sexy body Y/N” he mumbles, his speech distorted by his face being buried in your skin. Kissing every inch of you before laying you on the bed. 

He takes his boxers off to reveal his huge erection. SHIT. You gulp at the sight and thought of that going inside of you “Don’t worry baby, i’ll stretch you out nicely” he hovers over you, his arms either side of your head, leaning down to kiss you. He lifts your legs up and his body shuffles down the bed and towards your soaked pussy. You know what’s about to happen and you can tell he’s taking his time, teasing you. “Fuck” you moan out as he licks from your wet state to your clit, his beard scratching slightly. “Ugh baby, just like that” you tug at his long brown locks, a bit too roughly but you can’t help it. This feels incredible. You try to not scream as he inserts two fingers inside of you.

No man has ever had these tongue skills before and it’s taking you by surprise. Your hands, balling the sheets beneath you into a fist as the pleasure continues. “You like that baby? like it when i suck on your clit like this” he groans, doing it once again. “Please” is all you are able to get out “Please what” you roll your eyes into the back of your head and your back starts to arch, you can feel your forthcoming orgasm getting closer and closer. “Please, i’m gonna cum, don’t stop” the noises he’s making, bringing you closer. Slurping and sucking like a man starved, like he’s not eaten for days. “Cum on my tongue baby, come on Y/N” he encourages and that’s all you need to send you over the edge. Into a euphoric state. Seeing stars. WOW.

Your chest is heaving, you try to slow your breathing but it’s no use. He crawls back up your body, giggling at your reaction. “I would ask how that was but i think i have my answer right here” you slap his chest playfully. He leans down to kiss you, biting your lip to ask for entrance to which you gladly accept. He slides it in, beginning a battle for dominance with yours and of course he wins. You can taste yourself on him, making your clit twitch at the arousal he gives you.

He starts pumping himself a couple of times before resting his tip at your entrance, he peppers kisses from your lips to your neck before looking back to your eyes. “Stop teasing alrea- OMG” you immediately scream out as he slams into you. Not caring who hears at this point. “Such a tight cunt” he grunts “Oh fuck baby, don’t stop” he sits up, lifting your legs and resting them onto his shoulders, still ramming into you as he holds your ankles. “You’re taking this cock so well baby” your eyes roll back once again and all that comes out of your mouth are incomprehensible murmurs. He’s incredible, doing you like he’s known your body for years. 

You can’t hold it much longer, your second orgasm nearing. “That’s it, clench that pretty pussy around this cock Y/N. Cum all over me” his words are your weakness. Seeing his face as he fucks you and hearing his words fall off his beautiful lips. You can feel it inside of you, getting closer. “Fuck that’s it” he whispers, continuing to thrust in and out, showing no signs of slowing down. “Cum for me baby” seconds later, you tighten around him, your clit throbbing as he rubs at it quickly. “Good girl” he smiles down at you. “Such a pretty sight seeing you cum on my cock” you bite your lip as he lowers your legs, pulling out of your. He flips you both around so he’s lying on the bed.

You flick your hair to the side as you kneel in between his legs. You arch your back, making sure your ass is in the air, for his purpose only. “Shit” his eyes roll back as you lick the tip before taking all of him. He bottoms out in your mouth, reaching the back of your throat causing you to gag. “Is my cock too much for you sweetheart?” he grabs a fistful of your hair in his hands. Holding it out of your face. You look him in the eyes as you bob your head up and down on his big length, you can tell you’re doing a good job because he’s struggling to get his words out. “Keep going baby” he starts bucking his hips up into your mouth, fucking it. “Taking all of this cock in that tiny mouth of yours. Such a good girl” you continue to let him thrust into your mouth, making you gag once again. “I’m gonna cum baby” and with that, his cock twitches in your mouth, followed by his warm liquid filling you. You take your mouth off of him, swallowing all of his juices and earning a groan from him. “Swallowing all of me like a good little girl” you flash him a seductive smile and he pulls you down next to him,

You rest your head on his chest “That was certainly worth the wait” he pants “It was” you have no complaints. All of those hours spent thinking about how it would feel to have him between your legs and in your bed. Fucking you good. He definitely lived up to your expectations. “We are definitely making this a regular thing” you’re shocked. You expected him to just fuck and be over you. “That pussy is way too good to only have once” your cheeks heat up slightly but you can’t say you’re not ecstatic.

[ladyartemesia]

omg pLEASE tell me more about "Love Like Strawberries"

Here’s a rough little snippet for you my lovely 🥰🍓It’s pretty raw but-

Kim Taehyung has always been an ass.

You spent all four years of high school shouting at each other from across classrooms, stages, parties and cafeterias.

Really anywhere your paths crossed.

He hit you in the head with a basketball in freshman PE-

Annnnd couldn’t stop laughing long enough to apologize.

(to be fair – you had splashed your entire water bottle all over the PE teacher on impact

and it did look like he had peed himself.

But STILL-)

Kim Taehyung ruined your first kiss

– with KIM SEOKJIN no less (who was a senior) when you were 15.

It was the first party of sophomore year

and you finally grew into your nose and you no longer looked like a muppet

and THE Kim Seokjin was leaning in to give you your first ever kiss in the gazebo at Tyler’s house.

He was less than an inch from your lips when KIM TAEHYUNG-

Kim I-am -the-literal-bane-of-you-existence-Taehyung blasted you both with a super soaker.

Honestly what a roach.

Taehyung also managed to ruin the entirety of junior year by dating your insufferable cousin Maggie.

His nauseating new relationship status found him tagging along at every family gathering

(where your creepy great aunts fawned over him obnoxiously and fed him all the good ham)

You caught the two of them making out naked in the hot tub at your 18th birthday party. (They were both 18 but that hardly made it better.)

You also discovered that Maggie had a nipple piercing and a tattoo of Mickey Mouse on her butt cheek

Aunt Agnes would clutch her pearls and DIE if she knew.

So Maggie was a LOT nicer to you after that.

Senior year Taehyung ruined prom by breaking your date’s nose.

(Jimin disclosed later that your date was taking bets on whether or not he could take your virginity that night)

Taehyung told you and everyone else that he did it because he was dared to.

Despite all of that

(and numerous other incidents over the years)

this summer - right before your freshman year of college - the two of you are about to be thrown together because Kim Namjoon-

(your best friend and Taehyung’s cousin)

-decided to drag you (and seven other people) up to the Kim family campground

(the Kim family invented toaster strudel or something and they are all filthy rich).

There is a main house, with rooms for Namjoon, his girlfriend, and two guys from the swim team that you aren’t close to, Jungkook and Hoseok

There is also a small “guest house” where Jimin and three girls – including your betrayer of a best friend (“Seriously Wendy!?”) are bunking.

All three ladies are in a cutthroat competition to nail Jimin before leaving for college

(spoiler alert: he lets them all win)

so obviously none of them are willing to give up their spot…

Which leaves you and Taehyung alone in the small one room cabin with one double bed and an open concept shower alcove.

“Now remember,” Namjoon wheezes (in between fits of maniacal laughter) “we’re going strawberry picking tomorrow at 8 AM sharp and if you aren’t there, then I’ll storm into this little love nest and drag you.”

Namjoon has never been closer to death.

[lavendertwilight89]

12 and 17 for the writers' thingy ^°^

12. Tell you about a WIP I’m excited about...

Good lord. I have like 5 that I am STOKED about. 7 actually. Three are collabs with other writers *cough* @omgitscharlie, @sapphirestarxx  and @fawn-eyed-girl *cough* Andddddddd actually---in celebration of reaching 500 followers I’m only 16 away! I was goging to open a pole and see which multi-chapter WIP everyone wants to see next anddddddd which one they’d like me to do a collab with art!!!

Cinderella-- Popstar AU Where Kikyo is a popstar and is tired of the innocent look and decides she wants to break her contract only to realize she could never afford to do so. She pleads with her twin, Kagome, to take her spot who agrees. What Kagome doesn’t realize is all there was going into being a Popstar, including the hott dancer Inuyasha who her sister was fake-dating. (This idea kinda keeps evolving the more I plot so it may be different when it is written)

Whispers-- Ghost AU Back to InuKag Week 2020 @keichanz and @cstormsinukagblog wrote Ghost AUs... and I was like OMG I need to write the one I want to do!---Kagome has been seeing spirits since she was 13. Her best friend Miroku also suffers from the same affliction. Her mother moves her and her brother in with grandfather to their family shrine once her dad passes when she’s 16. There, she meets the ghost that haunts her bedroom, Inuyasha. But it is far from love at first sight--def enemies to lovers fic. (there’s a preview to this in my inukag week too.... HERE!)

River-- Egyptian AU @lemonlushff I know you mentioned you were thirsty for this fic! This one is where Kagome is pulled from modern Japan into a well and ends up in the care of the Prince Inuyasha. Can they return her to her era? Or will she be stuck as a concubine to the prince? (there won’t be an non-con elements so no worries)

A New World-- A Pocahontas AU. Demons had adapted and modernized with other humans while spiritualist fled to new lands to continue their worship of gods and land. Some of the demons thing they are hiding something precious and powerful and go in search of it! What Inuyasha wasn’t expecting to find, was love with the miko, Kagome. @neutronstarchild helped me hammer this b word out!

I’ll probably make the poll to vote in the next week or so (depends on if more people follow me sooner than later) but I also wanted to finish Shelter before dipping my foot in anymore of these---especially if it is an artist collab.

17. A trope I’ll never write.

Anything with abuse or rape. Not my thing.

Thanks for the asks @purringkirara from the FanFic Writer’s Questions.

[anxious-art-block]

NNT Headcanons part 3 I came up with while alone in my house

Gowther has a doll body, like when he was revealed to be a doll how he had an actual body of a like smart doll, ya that thing

King like surprising Diane with flowers cause seeing her smile kills him every time but it’s a very worthy death

Helbram used to leave white roses in random spots for King to find and now King sees them he gets melancholic

When Ban isn’t suffering from a hangover, he’s actually normally the first one up but ‘Tis a rare occurrence

Meliodas’s fav food are strawberries, he has this bad habit of running off to find strawberry bushes when they go on adventures, and everyone takes turns to go get him

Y’know during Demon Slayer when that one kid called Nezuko an eyesore and Tanjiro went off? Ya imagine Kind doing that if someone called Elaine ugly but he’s far more, um, violent

Here are the people I have confirmed as lesbians --- Guila, Jericho, Melascula, Gerharde, and Jenna

No I don’t take constructive criticism

Meliodas loves animals, he likes to hold on to and keep animals he finds,as of right now he has raised a total of 4 rabbits, 2 cats, 1 dog, 1 fawn, and at least 7 dragons

Elizabeth can play the harp, piano, violin, flute and harpsichord 

When King is stressed, angry or annoyed he makes flower crowns while grumbling the whole time

King offers to make Elizabeth a dress for a gala one time and after she told everyone who made it the next time he came to Liones he was bombarded by people asking to make them clothes and that they would pay him

Ban and Mel had to tell him dude do it for fucks sake you’d be GETTING PAID-

He does it and loves 

In the modern band au thing, King writes the songs and plays the base, Diane is on the drums, Ban plays the guitar, Gowther is on the Keyboard/Keytar(he’ll normally flip it for each performance), Mel is the lead singer while on guitar as well, Merlin is their producer and Escanor is their manager

Elizabeth is told by Diane that she needs to go one of their shows and she does and Mel sweeps her off her feet

Diane: How’d you like the show- Omg are you crying 

Elizabeth: *nods slowly* Why didn’t you tell me sooner????

I may write this

Or wait til someone else does

Ya I’ll do that

Mel has cute habit of sticking his tongue out when working on smth and putting like quills in his hair, everyone finds it so fucking cute

I probs should’ve said this with the first one but if you have any headcanons you wanna send me or ask me about you can send me an ask, I’d honestly love to hear other ppls views on this group of seven idiots

[the-awkward-outlaw]

Wishing you were my Arthur right now, lol. Omg, can write something like that? Arthur is taken by another woman and reader wishes she's that woman. A forbidden love kind of thing? I don't want him to be a cheater but I like to think it's natural for him to also wish he'd rather date the reader but can't. If that's too much, then do the first part? I'm sorry! 😦

Hello, Anon! That is so sweet, I’d love to do a scenario for you and Arthur! Tell me some things about yourself and I’ll see what I can do! 😊

This one was fun, even if it did take a long time. It’s been a hellish few weeks and honestly I don’t remember most of the things that happened. 

You stand on the edge of Horseshoe Overlook, enjoying your morning coffee. An eagle soars overhead, swirling in lazy circles in the gentle breeze. This place is beautiful, Hosea couldn’t have picked a better spot. 

You hear the sound of a horse coming up the trail behind you. Looking over to your left, you see Arthur’s horse coming up the hill with the man himself astride it. Behind him sits Mary, her arms wound around him. You wrinkle your nose in disgust as though she were a bad smell, but you go back to drinking your coffee and pretending you didn’t see them. 

Arthur knows you did, of course. He’s horribly aware that everyone’s eyes are on him and Mary. He hadn’t expected to get back together with her, it’d been the last thing he thought would happen when he received her letter. He helped her brother, of course he did. Arthur was just the kind of man to help anyone in need unless they gave him a reason not to. When he’d brought Jamie back to Mary, she’d clasped his hands and kissed him. 

“Oh Arthur,” she’d said, “I’ve missed you more than I can say. You know I… I only married Barry because it was what daddy wanted, but he’s dead now. I’m willin’ to take another chance with you if you’ll have me.” 

Arthur’s heart felt ripped in two when she’d said this to him. There was a part of him that was overjoyed, but another part that wanted to cringe and tell her to leave him alone. Deep down he knew if things hadn’t worked the first time, they wouldn’t this time. He’d only end up with a broken heart again. Not only that, he’d had his eye on you for some time. 

Although you’ve only been with the gang a few months, about as long as Charles and Micah, you and Arthur clicked immediately. It didn’t take long for you two to develop a crush on one another, but neither of you would act upon it. Arthur was handsome and too good for you. A man like him would certainly never go for you. You didn’t blame him either. Hell, you wouldn’t be interested in you. Arthur felt the same way about himself when it came to you. He saw himself as nothing more than a killer, a robber. A bad man. No way could someone as sweet and gentle as you want to be seen with a man like himself. No, Mary was what he deserved, he told himself. 

Ever since Arthur and Mary got back together, he’s been going off to see her more often. Since she already knew about the gang, no one had any qualms about him bringing her to camp, even though many of them didn’t like her. You aren’t a fan either. Sure, Mary’s pretty, smart and strong. But she’s not unique in that aspect. Mary-Beth’s smart, Tilly’s pretty and Karen could knock Mary’s teeth out if she wanted to. What they didn’t have that Mary did was her ego. It was clear to you upon first meeting her that she saw herself as better than everyone in the gang, Arthur included. It was just the way she talked to them, how she would never invite anyone to start a conversation. Most of the time when she was in camp, she acted like she didn’t want to be and she’d beg Arthur to go somewhere else with her. You had to bite your tongue, feeling sure she was dragging him off someplace to have some mind-blowing sex, which did nothing to lighten your mood. 

It wasn’t just the way Mary talked to you and the others in the gang that made you hate her. Most of it was how she talked to Arthur, always putting him down in some way. Once you’d been passing his tent when she’d been in there with him and it was clear she was trying to get him to do something he didn’t want to do. “I shoulda had you hung years ago. You’ll never change, Arthur.” 

That made you want to go in there and rip her hair out. How dare she threaten him that way? Did she talk to her late husband in the same manner? You doubt it, as he was likely a law-abiding man. You argued that following laws set by a bunch of men didn’t make people good. Hell, you grew up in a law-abiding family and most of the people during that part of your life treated you and everyone else like shit. Here, in this gang of outlaws and criminals, you’ve never known such a tight-knit family. Everyone looks out for one another. Sure, people argue and fight, but they’re still family and the whole gang would be moved to action if a single person was in danger. 

Arthur knows the gang isn’t happy to see Mary riding behind him. He dismounts and helps her off. He wants nothing more than to rip his arm out of her grasp. He regrets getting back into this relationship with her. He’s always had a low opinion of himself, but being with her has made him realize how truly horrible he is. He wonders why someone as good as her could want to be with him. He spots you by the cliff, drinking coffee in the morning light. You look so beautiful. What he wouldn’t give to be standing by your side, your hand wrapped around his arm instead of Mary’s. But that can never be. You’re too perfect for him. 

He sidles over to his tent with Mary. Dutch gives him a tense nod. He clearly wants to talk with Arthur, likely about a job, but he holds his tongue when Mary’s around. He knows, along with everyone else, that if she doesn’t like even the slightest thing, she could very easily go running off to the sheriff and turn them all in. That’s the only reason why her presence is tolerated, that and out of respect for Arthur. Arthur’s not a fool though, he knows most people walk on eggshells when she’s around. He doesn’t bring her to camp often, only whenever he needs to talk to someone or pick up something and then he heads off somewhere else with her. 

Arthur’s here to just drop off some fish to Pearson now. He’d suggested fishing when he picked up Mary. She hadn’t wanted to do it as she found it boring, but Arthur wanted to make sure his people had something to eat tonight. She’d relented at that. You eye her across camp now. Why can she not see how good of a man Arthur is? He’d break his own back if he had to for the gang. She’s not good enough for him, which means you’re definitely not either. Hell, you’ve committed almost enough crimes to get as heavy a bounty as Arthur, including murder. You go back to your cold coffee, though you’ve lost all interest. 

Before Arthur had gotten back with Mary, you two were becoming close friends. He took you out on a lot of hunting trips and you were sure one time he almost kissed you. It’d been under a tree and you’d been caught by a sudden rainstorm. Soaking wet and slightly cold, you both huddled under the tree, wrapped around each other to stay warm. Your faces had been inches apart and you desperately wanted to press your lips to his, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t destroy your friendship with him like that, your desires weren’t worth it. You’d rather have him in your life as a friend than not at all because you couldn’t keep your crush to yourself. 

It broke your heart when he’d shown up in camp with Mary the first time and when people asked, he’d announced why she was there. You’d heard enough about her before to know she only used him for her own gains and then always tossed him aside when he was no longer useful. At least that’s what the others said. Hosea told you a bit about what their first relationship was like and why it hadn’t worked. So when Arthur showed up, his arm in her hand and a big smile on his face, you started pulling away from him. You had to in order to protect himself. 

It hurt Arthur when you did that. You no longer went hunting or fishing with him, he stopped asking you to help him on small jobs. He understood why you did, most of the others changed towards him too when he brought Mary in. It just made him regret taking her back all that much more. He wanted to end things with her already, but she had some sort of pull on him. Whenever he thought about leaving, she seemed to sense it and she’d kiss him and fawn over him and make him think things might be okay, then she’d slip back into her habits of insulting him. 

Arthur couldn’t even say that the sex was good enough for him to stay, it wasn’t happening at all. Mary had a firm stance against premarital sex. He respected her wishes, of course, he was easily capable of taking care of himself if he needed to. However, when he was with Mary, he felt no desire to be with her intimately. He used to when they were first dating, but things had ended so badly that he blamed his lack of interest on that. A voice from a dark corner of his mind told him that he wasn’t attracted to her because he wanted you. He shoved that voice out of his mind though, he’d already told himself he wasn’t going after you. He wouldn’t ruin your life like that. 

He drops the fish off to Pearson and as he turns away to go back to Mary, he bumps into you as you’d been going back to put your coffee tin in the water barrel. 

“Sorry, Y/N,” he says. 

“No, it’s okay, Arthur,” you say, quickly looking away. “You, uh, heading off with Mary again?” You try keeping the accusations from your voice. 

He shuffles his feet a bit. “Uh, yeah. She wants to go see one of them movin’ pictures, I guess.” 

“I see. Well, have fun.” You turn away quickly before he can say anything else. He realizes he genuinely misses you. Whenever he needed to talk, you were always there and easy to talk to. Not only that, you were always telling jokes, making him laugh. Your cool, easy-going temperament was infectious to him and he found himself becoming more steady and less angry in your presence. Now that he rarely gets to see you, he finds he’s gotten more angry again. He runs up behind you, calling your name softly. 

“Y/N, I just wanted to ask ya somethin’. Would, uh, would ya wanna go on a huntin’ trip with me soon? Pearson’s getting low again and, well, you’re a good shot. What you think?”

You’ve kept a steady gaze on him but when he’s done you glance over at Mary. Is that all you are to him, just a steady shot? “I don’t know, Arthur. Grimshaw’s keeping me pretty busy.” That’s a downright lie. Sure, Grimshaw’s been breathing down your neck, but no more than she always has and no more than she’s done with the other girls. “Besides, Arthur, what would Mary say if she found out you went out for three days alone with another girl? If I were her, I’d be suspicious.” 

Arthur sighs and knows what you mean. He can’t have friends who happen to be women with Mary. Because of him being a criminal she’d suspect him of being a cheater too. “Right, o-of course. Well, just thought I’d ask. Looked like ya might need to get some time away from this camp.” 

He walks back to Mary, looking miserable. He’s right, you do need a break from this camp. You’re tired, tired of Grimshaw’s barking and Dutch constantly screaming about faith and his plans. Tired of Pearson’s same stew every night, tired of everything here. You’ve missed the hunting trips with Arthur more than you thought possible. Your lip trembles as he walks away. You goddamn fool, you think. He’s just trying to help you and you can’t get over your jealousy.

Shortly after Arthur leaves with Mary, you decide to head out of camp too. Pearson gives you a shopping list, so you jump on the opportunity. You sidle into Valentine’s shop and give the shopkeeper your list. He snaps at a shopboy who starts gathering things and putting them into the wagon you drove here. As you’re browsing the shelves, the front door opens and Arthur walks in.

“Oh, hi Y/N,” he says, coming over. “You doin’ a’right?” 

You nod. “Pearson just needed some things. Is uh, Mary outside waiting?” 

He sighs and looks out the window. “Yeah, she is. I just needed to buy some provisions. I gotta go huntin’, with or without you. Camp’s gotta eat somehow.” 

Your gut clenches with a bit of guilt. “I see. You takin’ Mary with you?” 

“No. No she’s never shot a gun. I’ve offered to teach her how but she says she’ll be damned before she touches a gun. Says if she does it’s a slippery slope to turnin’ into one of the other girls from camp.” 

Your face flushes with anger. She really does think herself better than the rest of the gang just because she’s never robbed anybody. Yet here she is, abusing Arthur and judging everybody else. 

“Why are you with her, Arthur?” you ask before you can stop yourself. “I don’t have a lot of experience with dating, but I’d find it difficult to be with anyone who could so easily insult those I called family.”

Arthur dips his head, hiding his eyes. “It’s complicated, Y/N.”

“No, it’s not. Someone who can insult your family so easily can’t hold much respect for you. Seriously, why do you let her treat you this way?” 

“Why do you care?” he snaps. “It ain’t none of your business.You don’t know Mary, I pulled some bad crap towards her when I was young. She’s got her reasons for being the way she is.” 

“That doesn’t mean you have to put up with it, Arthur. Your relationship with her won’t work if she’s got no respect for you. No healthy relationship can last without it.”

“Like I said, Y/N, why do you care?” His eyes bore into yours, the blue turning cold. You swallow nervously. 

“I guess I don’t care, Arthur,” you snap. “You be with her if it’s what makes you happy. I won’t bother you anymore.” 

Before he can say anything, you push past him and march out the doors. You throw Mary a dirty look and get into the cart and go back to camp. She ignores you, though it’s obvious she’d seen. 

Later that night when Arthur comes into camp, alone this time, you completely ignore him. It’s obvious to you at this point that he doesn’t want you interfering with his life in even the smallest way, so you won’t go digging around in his business any longer. He wants Mary to treat him like the tread of her boot? Fine, let him. He walks over to you at the fire and gently calls your name, wanting to talk things through. He wanted so desperately to admit to you that he’s miserable with Mary, but you’d walked out before he could say anything. When he calls to you though, you pointedly ignore him. He gets the message and goes to his cot. 

In the morning, Arthur approaches you near Pearson’s fire where you’re pouring a cup of coffee.

“Y/N, can I talk to ya?” he said. He’d spent half the night lying awake, trying to think of how he can talk to you about Mary. He knows this fling with her can’t last much longer, but he’s afraid the more he tries to escape, the tighter she’ll hold onto him. 

You straighten up and look at him. “Why do you want to talk to me?” you say sharply. “Thought you wanted me to have no part in your business.” 

He hangs his head again. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to get so defensive yesterday, I always do when it comes to her. But look, I… I really need to talk to someone about this whole thing with Mary.” 

“Hmm, well, go talk to Hosea. He’s good with advice.” You start walking away. You’re still stung by his words from yesterday.

“Y/N, please,” he says loudly after you’ve only taken a few steps. You can hear the pain in his voice. You sigh and turn around to look at him.

“Why?” you say, softer this time. “Why the hell would you want me to hear about anything going on in your life, Arthur?” 

He takes a few steps closer to you. “Because I know I can tell ya anythin’, Y/N, and you won’t judge me for it. Just please, give me a few minutes and then I won’t bother ya anymore.” 

That stings again. Here you were thinking you’d been bothering him. “Okay, Arthur.” 

You go into the trees with him and almost to the main trail leading to Valentine. Arthur stops there, staring off down the path to the river. He’s silent for a few moments, and you are too. You want him to be the one who speaks up first since this is his problem. 

“Yesterday when ya said I should stay with her if I was happy, I wanted to tell you that I’m not. Not happy, that is. I don’t know what it is, but that woman knows exactly how to play me. Whenever I pull away in the slightest, she reels me back in. I don’t know what to do, Y/N.” 

“You think I do?” you say quickly. “I don’t know a thing about her, except what gossip has been tossed around camp since you started bringing her around and I don’t know how much of that is true.” 

He sighs. “I know, and I got no business draggin’ ya into my problems. But, Y/N,” he turns to you and reaches for your hand. “I’ve missed havin’ ya around. I always knew I could tell ya anythin’, that I could be honest and open. I can’t do that with Mary. Seems we always fight whenever I tell her even a shred about my life.” 

“I’m sure, I uh, heard her the other day saying she should’ve turned you in years ago. Has she always been like that?” 

“Not always. In the beginning, all them years ago, she weren’t. But then I… we were gonna get married and then her awful daddy got involved. After that, I did some stuff for the gang that caused some attention and it made her mad. She left me after that, said some bad things too. Told her after that I wanted nothin’ with her no more.” 

“So why did she call on you a few weeks ago? If she knew things were over between you…” 

“Well, her husband passed away and she needed someone to help her brother. He got involved with some religious bunch of crazies.” 

“Ah, so she needed someone scary enough to go after him and you’re the most frightening person she knows.” 

“Guess that about sums it up,” he says. You look down at your joined hands and squeeze a little. 

“You’d think with her seeing you as this violent, scary person, she’d be a little less belittling.”

Arthur sighs and looks down the path again. 

“She used to know how kind you can be, didn’t she?” you say, realizing what his silence means. He looks down and nods. 

“I really loved her, Y/N, but when things ended between us and I learned she married another man, it broke my heart. I never wanted nothin’ to do with her. But when she wrote to me and asked for help, I couldn’t say no. I owed it to her. Guess I was hopin’ I could fix one of my many mistakes.” 

“And now she has you completely wrapped around your fingers.” You let go of his hand and cross your arms over your chest. “How long will this run last, Arthur? How long before you end up doing something real stupid that finally pushes her over the edge and she decides it’s over? Or worse, how long before you decide to marry her?” 

His eyes shoot up to yours. “I don’t wanna marry her, Y/N. I’d have to love her to wanna do that.” 

“So then why are you with her? If you don’t love her, end the relationship!” 

“I want to, but like I said, she’s got some kind of hold of me. I… I want nothin’ more than to end it. Truth is, there’s someone else I’d rather be with. But she’s way too good for me.” 

“Who?” you say, genuinely perplexed. “Mary-Beth? Know she’s got a bit of a thing for you. Don’t tell me you’re thinking of Karen, she’s with Sean and they fit together. Tilly, she’s cute. Can be a little scary-”

You didn’t see the way he smiled when you started rambling about the girls, but when he saw you weren’t going to stop, he put a hand behind your head and pulled you to him, your lips meeting. You’re stunned into silence, but just when he starts to pull away, your hands grip his shoulders, keeping you to him. Something in your chest purrs, a hunger you didn’t even know was there begins to melt away. He smells good, like grass and pine, old leather and tobacco leaves. His lips are slightly chapped and warm, God are they warm. His arm winds around your back and you clasp the back of his head, sinking deeper into the kiss. 

Finally, after what feels like years, you break off, slightly breathless. You stare up at Arthur, his cheeks rosy. He smiles a bit but then it fades. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I never meant for ya to get involved in all this crap.” 

You stare into his beautiful blue eyes. Your hand goes to his cheek, his jaw lightly stubbled. “Don’t be, Arthur. I’ve…” It’s your turn to blush. “I’ve dreamt about what it would be like to kiss you for ages, never thought it would be that good.” 

He smiles and leans forward to kiss you again. You want to so bad, but you stop him. “Arthur, we shouldn’t. Not until this Mary business is sorted out. I don’t like her, but it’s not fair to her.” 

He sighs and pulls away, nodding. “You’re right. Well, I’m supposed to go see her later today. Come with me, Y/N. I’m gonna tell her things are over.” 

You nod and smile. “Of course I will. Hell, if I have to kiss you in order to get her to leave you alone, I certainly will. I’ll take any opportunity to do that again.” 

His grin makes your heart flutter. A few hours later, you’re going along the trail with him to where Mary’s staying. She doesn’t live in Valentine, she’s just staying with a family friend in a little farmhouse just outside the town. 

Arthur steps onto the porch with you by his side and knocks on the door. A moment later, Mary opens it. Her eyes meet yours for a moment before she goes back to him. She’s certainly worked hard to make herself look prettier, even applying powder to her face and her hair plaited down her back. 

“Hello, Arthur.” 

“Mary. I um, I think you and I need to talk.” 

She glances at you again and then steps out, closing the door behind her. “May we do this in private, Arthur?” 

He looks at you a second and you nod, going back to the horses where you can see them but can’t hear them. You pretend to brush your horse when really you’re watching them. Arthur takes off his hat and says something, but his back is to you so you can’t tell what he’s saying. You can guess based off Mary’s face. Her hands clasp together and her brows furrow. She says something, looking confused and angry. Arthur responds and then she walks away from him to the other side of the porch, looking almost like she’s searching for an answer. She turns around and says something to him, Arthur shakes his head. He puts his hat on and then walks down the stairs, towards you. Mary puts her hands on the rails of the porch and hollers, “I shoulda had you hung years ago, Arthur Morgan!” 

You throw down your brush and march up the porch to her. “What the fuck is the matter with you? You treat everyone this way when they make you mad?” 

“I don’t know you,” she says, her face clearing. 

“Well you can know me from now on as Arthur’s girl, and I ain’t letting some snotty brat talk to my man like that. If you ever send a letter to him begging for his help, I will come to you and I will put a bullet between those pretty eyes, you got me?” 

Mary swallows. She looks over to Arthur, who seems stunned by your response.

“I didn’t mean… I just….” 

“You were just trying to manipulate him, you ass,” you say. “You don’t love him. Maybe you did once, but now he’s just something for you to play with and control. Well, it may come as a shock to you, Mary, but Arthur’s a person! Just because he’s an outlaw doesn’t mean he’s incapable of feeling. If you mention him or any of my family to anyone, I will destroy your entire life.” You spit at her feet for good measure and then march down stairs. When you get to Arthur, you stretch up and kiss him on the cheek. When you look back at Mary, she’s burst into tears. 

“Did you really have to do that?” he huffs softly in your ear as you go to your horses. 

“Had to get the message across, didn’t I? Now how about you and I go somewhere and have a proper first kiss?”