#sorry losers

[sleepy-achilles]

Bunch of asks

How did Leon react when they bought Cassidy home from the hospital?

Did the kids play any sports growing up? I can see Cassidy playing soccer, gymnastics, basketball, etc

Leon liked wrestling cause Uncle Kurt was his teacher and thought baseball was okay.

Both kids love Harry Potter.

Cassidy favorite Disney movie is "Merida" cause she has red hair just like me.

Leon favorite Disney movie 101 Dalmatians.

The kids tried to make breakfast for Father's Day. There is a really interesting stain on the kitchen ceiling. The pancakes were half raw, half cooked, and the coffee had so much sugar, but the chocolate covered strawberries were great. Charlie ate the bacon and sausages, much too his regret.

Charlie the dog...please write his adoption story.

Excuse me as I try to fit these all in this one ask. I will do it.

The Family of Destruction

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1.

Leon was becoming impatient. He was supposed to go hunting in the forest with his daddy today, but instead he's stuck with his many uncles and aunt Stephanie and chyna. And big brother John of course.

"Whats wrong buddy?" John asks plopping down next to Leon. Leon points at the picture he drew of him and taker violently killing monsters in the forest. "Ah..yes..papa mentioned yours and takers plans tonight." John chuckles nervously. "Well, something more exciting is happening now. You can go tomorrow maybe" John tries. Leon stares at him with a deadpan look. "Good luck john" Kevin scoffs from behind Leon. John frowns. That means chyna and Kevin have already tried and failed to cheer the boy up. "Has goldust tried?" Hunter asks. "Of course. He insulted my outfit the little devil" goldust hisses. Leon smirks as Kevin chuckles. "Enough! They are here!" Steph calls from the window.

Leon stands immediately and John grabs his wrist. "Patience" John tells him softly. Leon frowns at the blonde. What does he need Patience for? He's supposed to be running around the trees right now. He looks at the door as his daddy walks in. "Leon?" Taker calls. Leon pulls away and rushes towards taker. Taker picks him up immediately. "Hey buddy" Taker smiles. Leon shakes his head. 'You promised.' He signs. Taker raises an eyebrow and looks at kevin who's holding Leon's picture up. "Ah, we will still go. Just not today. I want you to meet someone" Taker tells him. Leon squints. Wheres papa?

Taker turns as the door opens. Leon's eyes widen at the small human in his papas arms. Shawn smiles softly at it. Leon continues to stare in confusion. What is it? Taker puts Leon down as shawn kneels. "This is your baby sister, Cassidy Athena Michaels" Shawn explains softly. Leon looks at him with wide eyes. "C-cassie?" Leon asks. Everyone stares in shock. Shawn smiles and kisses his cheek. "Yes baby. Your a big brother now" Shawn tells him. "Are you up for that?" Taker asks. Leon looks back at cassie. Reaching out to her. He nods eagerly as the small fingers grip his. Shawn and taker smile at each other.

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2.

"So..how many sports did you play?" Drew asks. "Well I did basketball and football. Dance and archery aswell if you count that." Leon shrugs not looking up from his phone. "I did netball and hockey. We both did wrestling and swimming though" cassie smiles. "Where did you even find the time?" Rhea asks. "Well two of them were during school times and the others were just weekend and holidays stuff. We didn't get forced into them, we chose to do them. Besides there wasn't much to do in the valley accept hunt at the time" cassie shrugs. "Thats a point. You hunt but your vegetarian" drew points out. "Its different. We would hunt over populated monsters who tried killing us and overtaking the valley. Its different" Leon huffs. Cassie just smiles at the pair. "Leon also did gymnastics to impress a girl" cassie smirks. Leon drops his phone. "Shut it. You used to do soccer (yes I died inside writing that. But they are American) just because you had a crush on a guy. You didn't even like the sports" Leon snaps. Cassies cheeks heat up. "You only did archery to prove a point to uncle Scott!" Drew raises an eyebrow. "Dad!" Both yell before storming out. Rhea and drew look at each other. "All I did was ask a simple question" drew whispers.

------------------------------------------------------------------3. I personally don't use Kurt. But Leon does have a fav uncle.

"Your too sloppy" Kevin yawns. Leon huffs against the matt as Kevin twists his arm up his back. "I know understand your father's frustrations. You do not focus. You project too much anger." Kevin scolds. Leon growls. "Why didn't I accept Scott's offer of baseball?" Leon asks. "Because you hate baseball and love wrestling. Especially with uncle kev" Kevin smirks. "I think I'm changing my mind" Leon snaps. "Mmm there's that no good anger again" Kevin teases, pushing Leon's arm higher. Leon growls at him and begins fighting his hold. "Relax. Remember what I taught you" Kevin tells him. Leon let's out a deep breath as he closes his eyes.

Shawn watches from the doorway with a fond smile as Leon manages to get Kevin in a triangle hold. His boy will be a great wrestler one day.

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4.

Leon hates Harry Potter. He doesn't understand it. He doesn't like it. He doesn't. Just doesn't. Doesn't like the films or the books.

Cassie? She loves it. She adores it. Forces her family to do house quizzes. Forces Leon to play Harry Potter with her. Forces them to watch the films. Dresses Charlie up like creatures from the films. Read the books twice.

Both hate jk btw.

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5.

I can agree with cassies favourite movie being merida but also princess and the frog. She just loves everything about it.

Leon's favourite movies are the bear ones. Yk brother bear, winnie the pooh. But he's also a sucker for lion King.

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6.

Leon crosses his arms. "I've got this! Go away! It was my idea!" Cassie hisses. Leon rolls his eyes before moving to the garden. His sister is going to destroy the kitchen. He's going to simply pick some strawberries and make some chocolate strawberries. His Papa loves them and well it is fathers day.

Leon was angry at taker for taking cassie out and forgetting their plans.

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Leon walks back into the kitchen and almost wants to leave. He clicks his tongue causing the food covered girl to look at him. "Dont be mean" she frowns. Leon just smirks and moves towards the sink to watch watch strawberries.

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"The kids aren't in bed" Shawn states from the bedroom door. "No. I can sense them in the kitchen. They've probably made themselves cereals" Taker yawns as he puts his t-shirt on. Both men stare at each other as Charlie barks and a crashing noise echos through the house. "Christ" Taker groans before they rush downstairs.

Both men stare in horror as they see the mess of a kitchen. Taker squints at the stain on the roof whilst Shawn watches Charlie eat some raw looking sausages and bacon. "We made you breakfast for fathers day!" Cassie cheers with pancake batter in her hair. Taker watches as Leon eats a chocolate covered strawberry. Leon holds them out. "Thank you both." Shawn smiles, wincing as he spots the raw pancakes. Taker sips the coffee and chokes. "B-Beautiful" he chokes. Leon smirks and holds the strawberries up. Shawn accepts one. "These are nice. Who's idea was this?" Shawn asks already knowing the answer. Cassie frowns and looks down. 'Both of us. Cassie wanted to do something with strawberries and me chocolate' Leon lies. Taker smiles slightly. The best fathers day gift is seeing your kids improve. Cassie smiles at her brother. 'Thank you' she signs causing Leon to wink at her and smile.

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7. I've done this before but I love it so much.

Takers enjoying his newspaper when Shawn walks in. "Hey baby" Shawn smiles. "Hey" Taker hums. "Can we get a dog?" Shawn asks. Taker glances at him. "No. Its impractical, we aren't home enough." Taker tells him before looking back at his paper. "What about a cat?" Shawn asks. "Not happening. Hate cats." Taker mutters. "But their independent" Shawn frowns. "No Shawn." Taker sighs. Shawn pauses before a smile grows on his face. "What about a kid? A baby?" Shawn asks.

Taker throws his paper down and grabs his keys. Standing and leading Shawn out the house. "A dog? What kind of dog? Big small?" Taker asks. Shawn giggles.

They go on to adopt a German shepherd puppy, 9 months later they end up with a baby boy.

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Took awhile but I did it

[minjimunji]

bi 4 bi percabeth,,,,, 👉👈

[fridgrave2-0]

they gave me brainworms im sorry

[laracrofted]

star wars is going to cannibalize itself and die by continuing to chase a nostalgia-obsessed audience that will never be satisfied and deep down hates anything new for not being the originals.

[introspectivememories]

was it casual when i sat in your lap in public? was it casual when i said "recently my heart is crying because you're leaving"? was it casual when we decided how your last name would fit with mine? ("yuki tsunoda-gasly" / "no tsunoda, only gasly" / "yuki gasly?") was it casual when we sang adele's "someone like you" together at your going away party? was it casual when i knew it was you just by touching your ass? was it casual when i knew it was you by smell alone? was it casual when "will you miss me?" / "for 2-3 minutes maybe" / "i'll take that. even if it's just 2-3 minutes, i'll take that"? was it casual when that bus was completely empty and we still sat right next to each other, all the way in the back? was it casual when i picked you up multiple times so you could dunk a basketball? was it casual when i begged to come over to your house multiple time and then you finally let me and we cooked fried rice together? was it casual when we played christmas twister together and i said "your big eggplant is touching my ass"? was it casual when we were pressed up against each other on a scooter going two miles per hour? was it casual when-

[uly55es]

Do not seperate them.

[hisbuni]

something that is so canon? loser! rodrick’s cool girlfriend being everybody’s favorite person in some way shape or form.

come on, rodrick is such a loser for you already. his heart thumping out of his chest at the smallest look of you even though you’ve been dating for so long. of course, everyone around him adores you!

manny loves to give you grabby hands when your even remotely close to him. he’ll babble and say your name so cutely until you give in and sit him on your hip. even when you’re even simply being mentioned he’s grinning and repeating your name.

greg who prefers you over his older brother. you’re always on his side and so so nice to him. always giving him a smile that makes him a bit dazed every time he sees you. so dazed that, him and his friends have developed a small crushes on you. all them always waving when they see you so they get a smile. especially rowely who smiles the biggest and chirag who gives you the most unique compliments. you never hear but everytime chirag sees you and rodrick together, he always gives the slyest comments like, “if he has a chance with her, we all might not be doomed.”

rodrick’s band mates who say they hate you but deep down don’t. they hate that you can take him away from practice with just a simple call or text but you have to remember they’re losers just like your boyfriend so of course they droll all over you. always questioning how their leader got someone so pretty and they can’t.

susan adores you. there is never a day where she hasn’t complimented something about you when she sees you. asks you all the time to come do things with her that her boys won’t. shows you embarrassing photos of rodrick when he was younger and laughs at them with you. and yes, she has secretly thought about how cute your kids will be.

frank who always has this puzzled look on his face when he sees you because are you a robot secretly? how are you in love with rodrick of all people? always tenses up and gives you a sheepish smile when rodrick says something stupid, almost hoping you didn’t hear it and won’t leave him. wants you to stay forever so rodrick won’t throw anymore stupid parties.

[riaki]

ur highschool bully gojo was chefs kiss 💋 what do u think about them going to the same college and taking the same classes?? and the reader sitting next/talking to some other guy and satoru gets jealous?? arwahhhshdhshshs so many possibilities, i hope u continue writing it!!

hi nonnie !! thank you so much :) this is ur official part 2 ! i was struggling to think up some possibilities but this helped a lot :oo | read part 1 here ! -> cw: swearing, jealousy, i let it get fic length oops

(former) highschoolbully!gojo on the brain again… like. when you end up seeing him again however many months later, and you can tell that he’s changed. it’s not like its immediately obvious to anyone who doesn’t really know him like you (used to); but he’s a little softer-spoken and his smiles seem nine times more genuine. it’s not a hundred percent; the kind that really lights up his face instead of just barely falling short of his stark blue eyes, but it's something.

of course, you have nothing to base it off of, because when you do inevitably see him again it's the very definition of meet ugly.

college is a new frontier, but its also a clean slate. its your first time going into something so new without your old bestfriend at your side, but some faint flickering thought reminds you that it might be better that way. but the universe is against you from the very first day, when youre gettin yourself some coffee from the same chain you did the morning of that fateful presentation so many moons ago. you're too busy thinking to yourself what kind of strange parting ritual it is to relive your trauma to notice the lanky, white-haired boy who hits his head on the chiming bell over the doorway. people are giggling around you n sighing dreamily but youre too deep in the music pumping through your headphones to notice and your eyes are glued to the class schedule on your phone, trying to ensure you dont get lost on the first day when—

you blink and your ass is flat on the dirty floor of the coffee shop, and the first thing you register is that your stomach is soaked and burning. you'd spilled your coffee. it takes you a moment to realize, but when you do you're pissed. so you quickly get to your feet, trying to reign in what little of your ego you have left to give the offender who bumped into you a piece of your mind as you look up, then..

how unlucky do you have to be?

just like that, satoru's slid himself back into your life, after ramming through its locked gates. you forget that he always forgets the point of keys, both when it comes to his apartment (which you still have the spare key of in case of emergencies), and the door to your heart. to rub salt in the wound, the only thing that's stained with your coffee order are his shoes, which look like they cost three weeks of your old job salary, but it's all over your shirt. of course it is. because why not? make it look like you tripped and fell into a patch of mud on your way to the lecture hall and tack on an unwelcome reunion with your ex-bestfriend.

to you, it's like the cloud of gloom from your highschool youth has resettled over your head like a swarm of gnats on a dreary, hot summer day. the stars always seem to skew and misalign themselves for you. but for satoru, the stars have handed him one of those huge swirly lollipops that you only ever see being paraded about by toddlers. he recovers almost instantly, trading the burn on his feet and the way it sours your expression like he's just squirted pure citric acid into your throat for a pleasant burn of his own on his cheeks. but it's whatever. girls seem to like it when he blushes, for some reason. he won't question it, if it works on the only one he cares about.

he holds his hand out, ready to help you out like the good samaritan he's become— and it's like a real burn to his heart this time when you ignore it and stand up on your own, refusing to look up and meet his pleading gaze. might as well have taken an iron stoker right out of the fire and jabbed him with it. but he's gojo satoru! he won't be defeated by this one mere, maybe very significant reunion. he's got stamina.

so he offers to buy you a new drink, feels his heart sink when you shake your head (can't even spare a little 'no' in his direction), and talks enough for the both of you when you leave the dingy little store make your way down to campus and the lecture building. you clearly don't want to see him, but he ignores that in exchange to notice the way you shiver every so often. the previously searing-hot coffee that stains your shirt turns cold fast, and moisture n wind don't mix well. he wishes he could offer you some of his own warm coffee, no doubt sickeningly sweet, but he has some sensitivity now, apparently. so, in a brash moment, he decides to take his blazer off and drape it over your shoulders instead.

when you cross the threshold between city and campus, you expect him to yank it off your back and be on his merry way. but he keeps walking next to you, so you walk a little faster, and you absolutely loathe the cheeky little grin that curves the corners of his lips up to show a glint of teeth when he effortlessly keeps up. you curse his long legs when you find yourself winded, but at least you can lose him when you get there.

or, that's what you think. once again, your constellations break themselves to rebuild anew for satoru. you're about to call him a stalker when he follows you all the way to your classroom with that smirk that's growing exponentially until— oh, no.

your phone that's been on the schedule up until now desperately scrolls to the roster— and there it is. he's in your class. needless to say, not another word goes between you as you stomp in and take a seat. luckily for you, you've already corresponded with your roommate's brother (who's annoyingly cute, satoru notices) and agreed to sit next to each other. satoru takes the seat right above you and never stops kicking his freakishly long legs against the wood the entire time.

so yeah, it's obvious he's not a saint; he still has that undoable ego and he's cocky as fuck (as you have the misfortune of finding out when he quickly bullies your professor), but there's a certain familiarity in that no matter how ugly it might appear to others. and if you asked (which he really, really hopes you will someday), he doesn't hang around douchebags who use kids' foreheads for ashtrays and treat girls like they're candy from a glittery pez dispenser. and at least he's switched harassment targets. even though he has an overwhelming sense of superiority over others and never has his lips together for more than five seconds, and even though he has this hellish habit of clicking his pen whenever he's not talking (or when someone else is), it seems like he's changed.

and over time, you gradually find yourself warming up to him. the spunkiness that used to get on your nerves ceaselessly becomes an object of endearment, and you don't really mind the way he never seems to stop moving anymore. it's a nice sort of distraction in the lifeless still of the lecture hall, albeit the pen clicking still drives you near insanity. you notice he always does it obnoxiously and quickly when you're talking to your roommate's brother, but you ignore it.

and for satoru? he hates that he can kinda sorta really tell that you're the only one who can read him like he's a damn book, cus you slowly start to soften up in the nostalgia of his presence like cold playdough between warm fingers that tell you he may have finally caught you again after letting you slip the first time. and he notices it. this time, he's determined not to let you be the one that got away again. but youre really giving him a shit time outta it with the way you constantly entertain the guy who always has his breath in your face.

yeah, he's got a cute face that's sunkissed by freckles. yeah, his hair looks like he models for shampoo companies. and fuck, he has a nice voice. but what of it? satoru's the one with the mesmerizing blue irises and the cloudy white hair your professor wishes he had instead of sad little wisps of old age. still, as chilly days turn into frigid weeks, he gets the perfect backseat angle of the growing relationship between the two of you. the boy's kinda dumb so you copy off of satoru’s work when you need to (he has to hide the 1-0 scoreboard between him and the guy on a sticky note from you when you take his notes), but said guy’s always buying you stuff and lending you erasers and laughing when you flick the shavings at the annoying girl who never stops whispering in the front of the room.

satoru tries to act unbothered, and he almost convinces everyone. including himself. but the angry, burning knot in his chest that's entirely different from coffee stains suggests something more. that should be him at your side. him, making balls of paper with rude scribbles and silly doodles to throw at the people he knows you don't like. him, surprising you with little gifts and the cheap trinkets he knows you adore so much instead of all the luxury things he could afford. there's no way this punk could possibly measure up to him, right? but at least you and satoru are well on your way to becoming friends again. not as close as you used to be, but it's something. substantial. and he's learned to be patient in the time you've been gone.

but he'd be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn't tired of it. he’s endlessly plagued with thoughts of increasing intensity— first, it starts out with just you. only you. the way he likes it. the way he likes your face, and your pretty eyes and your gorgeous lips and your soft hair and your figure and the complimenting clothes you wear. but it takes a turn; thoughts turn into dreams that turn into fantasies and he's lying when he says he doesn't enjoy them when he accidentally lets it slip during a group study session— and it’s all fine— but then, that guy appears. the brat who seems to sit a centimeter closer to you with each coming day. not only does he haunt satoru in real life, he’s tormenting his dreams, too. tainting the image of beautiful you.

needless to say, satoru starts to wake up with his hands gripping his damp pillow like he's choking it, acutely aware of the sweat sliding down his neck and over his chest as he stares up at the ceiling, listening to the dorm's air conditioner run and thinking of what it'd be like for dreams (the ones where he replaces the boy) to become reality.

it's a buildup. and soon, he reaches the apex; it's like a rollercoaster, that stomach-twisting moment when you reach the top of the rail that points to the steep descent downward. but this time, he hopes it's a thrill he gets instead of the usual falling fright; the one he got when he realized he’d slipped between your fingers in highschool.

and satoru finally comes to a grinding halt at the top of the ride one breezy fall day when he decides he wants you back in his life after you smile brightly at him and wave goodbye for the day. he’s tired of you having one foot in and one foot out of his heart; he wants, needs more. he always has, he realizes.

so he’s thinking about you and how to approach the feelings he’s realized during those long lectures, and one morning he comes up with some semblance of a plan when he’s high on the sugar from the fruit tea you bought him that morning. and he hopes that, by the end of it, he'll leave your apartment with your hand in his currently empty one, chilled with the remnants of cold condensation from the bottle.

soon enough, satoru finds himself extinguishing his nerves and raising a tense fist to knock on the door with nothing but the clothes on his back and a flimsy plan to ask you out on a midterm study sesh and maybe even a date, but he stops when he realizes it’s slightly ajar. a brief thought of what look might be on your face when he surprises you crosses his mind, so he lets himself in quietly, because he knows every single floorboard that creaks like the back of his palm from his childhood. he’s hit with a wave of warmth and an achingly familiar scent that twists at his heart, and your apartment is cozy and safe and it screams you and he thinks he catches sight of his jacket slung across the back of the couch in your living room, but he’s not sure so he takes a step forward and—

he’s greeted with the sight of that stupid guy with the nice hair and the freckles, and it makes his heart drop. but even worse, he’s kissing you and his arms are winding around your waist but you’re kissing him back with a slight hesitation that’s blinded to satoru by his shock and the fingers he thought would end up in his own tonight card through the boy’s hair and your lips glisten with the strawberry-kiwi flavored gloss he watched the boy give you a few days back and his world is turning red and he feels like his throat is constricting and he can’t breathe—

and he doesn’t even realize you’ve parted lips and you’re calling his name through the newfound tightness of his chest and the painful ringing in his ears thats even louder than any silence of a lecture hall, or the void that should’ve been filled with your voice during the time you were apart. but now satoru realizes he’d take that any fucking chance to have that again because it’s so much better than what he’s stuck with now. having you, but not really having you, because you’re there but you’re someone else’s and you’re not his and he isn’t yours. the best thing he could ever hope for was for you to own an article of his clothing and a piece of his shattered heart, broken into a million fragments. some cruel voice in his buzzing head reminds him to change the scoreboard to 0-100.

and he could buy you cheap hot coffee or earn your smiles from scrunched up paper balls or even hear your laugh with crude jokes, but there’s no point when he realizes he can’t buy you with caffeine or earn you with hitting the back of people’s heads with his bio notes or have you and your laugh all to himself anymore.

it’s almost pathetic, the way satoru’s voice cracks and changes. the look of unadulterated concern on the face of the boy who stole your lips just adds fuel to the fire.

“gojo? what are you doing here— hey, are you okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

he noticed you’d stopped calling him satoru a few weeks back. he should’ve seen it coming.

“huh? oh, yeah. i’m good. i think you’re the one hallucinating.”

he’d never told a bigger lie in his life.

satoru had left after excusing himself for intruding. how very unlike him to be so polite, you think.

so in the end, he leaves your apartment with something in his hand, after all. but it's not your own— just his blazer that you’d given back to him before he stepped out the door, taunting him with the faint scent of coffee and lingering perfume. his hope was foolish, so it seems. it’s too bad, he thinks. if it were him, he would’ve sandwiched you against your counter while he kissed. but it wasn’t. apparently, it was your turn for your stars to align at the price of his.

and so, gojo satoru, the boy force-turned man with a chipped ego and a completely broken heart, loses you again.

bonus bonus.. part 2….

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

wake up wintersberg nation

[spicyvampire]

Steps to a successful night of seducing men by dr. Wandee [an updated version of this gifset]

WANDEE GODDAY (2024) EP. 1

[inkyrainstorms]

based on the Billstill au by @jellynut! You guys should totally go check it out, it's so cool and angsty and somehow my monkey brain took that idea and made it Stan tormenting Bill forevermore. (This has spiraled rapidly not its own au of an au based on an earlier idea I had once) (might draw more of this au and that one who knows)

This has been going on for at least 15 hours straight, and Stan is having the time of his goddamn life watching Bill suffer

And then Bill gave Stan horrendous night terrors

And then Stan bought a giant bag of nachos and ground them up into crumbs and dumped them in the sea or some shit

Transcript and full image under cut

Bill, floating intangibly: You're a loser, Mac

Stan, looking up from his magazine: Yeah? And you're an interdimensional demon dumb enough to die in my head. You're the biggest idiot I know, and I know me

[dizzzyondreams]

richie: ahhh you mad 😂😂

pennywise: ahhh you gay 😂😂

richie:

[kouibin]

me when im looking for a fic but all im getting is pure smut

[nopanamaman]

Fresh BTS about character writing + new illustration + new comic pages are now up you know where🏄

[seakrisp]

I may think... about them... alittle.. too much... maybe...

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

what terms of endearment do you think bakugou would use for you? i'm a BIG fan of him calling you doll and/or princess 🥹🥹🥹

OUUU THIS IS SUCH A BIG TING TO ME U DONT GET IT!!! ive been waiting for an ask like this omg TSYM omg,,, i dont like him at all wdym??

but anyways !! i think it depends on high school katsu n pro hero katsu, let’s say you’ve been dating since high school so we can look at like a development! :3

now,,believe whatever you want,, but i think katsuki gets flustered very easily when its something he considers mushy. like he likes teasing you cus you’re the one getting embarrassed not him,, but he’d find petnames too sweet and that embarrasses him so he probably won’t call you anything besides your first name for a while, does that make sense ??

i think the fact of calling you by your name in itself is so intimate to him it makes him even more embarrassed than calling you a petname😭😭 but when he gets used to it he uses your name constantly. like you’re names just constantly in his mouth he uses it every chance he can.

slowly but surely i think he’d start off with babe, baby is too mushy for him to start off with and he’d get too embarrassed, it sounds a bit too loving and babe still sounds kinda cool. he is a loser lol if you hadn’t noticed.

but yeah he probably throws it out randomly and does not comment on it at all. also doesn’t look at you for a full ten minutes afterwards, don’t ask him for shit😭😭 he does alternate to baby when he’s feeling sweet once every blue moon or when he’s being a prick and messing with you lol

now for him as like a pro hero im also a realllly big fan of sweets ! its so cute and i feel like he’d use it ! sweets, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweet cheeks, sweetest YOU NAME IT HES GOT IT ALL POKEMON.

i think he’d like to throw in an angel in there too ! only to him you are very much a sweet thing like you can do no wrong, lotsa sweet stuff from him lol i DEFINITELY see him using princess too ! Half in jest and half cus you’re his pretty princess likee

(of course he Is an asshat so he has his teasing little nicknames but i feel like he wouldn’t use em much, like just to tease you i don’t see him actively calling you a dumbass 24/7 he’s a dick but not That much of a dick😭😭😭)

the older he gets the less embarrassed he gets like Everything is on the table for him, except ones he considers Too mushy because he thinks they don’t sound right when he says them LOLOL

also also this isn’t really a petname but i think he’d just loove calling you his,, his girl, his wife WHATEVER i feel like he does this all the time like his everyone is tired😭😭 its all “my girl this” “my girl that” like girl WE GET IT. LET IT GOOOO

much luv !!