#thank you all for waking me up this morning i kinda wanted to rot in bed but i cant be a freak if i do that can i

[xxplastic-cubexx]

good news I got that bullet out I can speak me truth

Charles wears a collar to let Erik choke him with it, maybe some binds BUT ALSO maybe some consensual mind control, happily making Erik tie him up in a sense then letting him get a full look like “well, wonder what you could do while I’m like this :)” who knows. anyways gonna get my bullet wound sewn up since Erik just yanked it out of me

good morning beautiful inbox of mine i see youre trying to kill me before 10AM

[navybrat817]

Sunrises and Sunsets

Pairing: Ranch Hand!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to watch a sunrise with you.

Word Count: Over 2k

Warnings: Fluff, reflecting, tooth rotting sweetness, a bit of sass, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: More Beach Fun Nonsense! Hope you lovelies enjoy. @bigtreefest requested for Ranch Hand!Bucky to either Go for a Swim (smut) or dig his Toes in the Sand (fluff - this won with my muse) with prompt #1 in bold. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You woke up before the alarm went off thanks to Bucky. He normally did his best not to disturb your slumber if you didn't have to get up right away, unless he wanted you and you would gladly forgo sleep for that. But the soft kisses he placed along your shoulder and neck weren't rushed or needy. In the darkness you reached for his hand and felt him smile against your skin when you took it. It made you smile, too, and your heart beat faster in your chest. Waking up beside him was a gift.

“Morning,” you whispered, brushing some of the hair from his eyes when you turned to face him.

“Morning,” he whispered back, kissing the center of your forehead. “Time to get up.”

“No,” you groaned. You didn't glance at the time, but your inner alarm clock knew you had a few more minutes.

He chuckled and nipped your other shoulder hard enough to make you gasp. “Yes, Sunbeam,” he said, his tongue tracing the spot he bit. “Gonna watch the sun come up together before breakfast.”

“Why?” You asked. Today wasn't a special occasion or anniversary that you were aware of. He would have reminded you at some point or vice versa.

“Because I wanna watch the sunrise with you,” he replied, sliding a finger under your chin before you could hide your face in his chest. The room was dark, but you felt his gaze plead with you to get up. “Please?” He added for good measure.

With another groan, you gave in. “Fine,” you sighed, trying to hide your smile as you stretched under the sheets. You lucked out with Bucky when it came to small romantic moments. What other man would wake you just to watch the sunrise together? “Sun, breakfast, caffeine.”

“Turning on the light,” he warned, giving you time to cover your eyes when he leaned over to flip the lamp switch. He was thoughtful like that. “I didn't hear 'sex with my amazing boyfriend' on that list. Kinda hurts my feelings.”

You giggled and removed your hand, blinking more of the sleep from your eyes. “Sex is for after I have my caffeine.”

It was his turn to groan. “Fine,” he mocked in his best imitation of you, making you giggle again. You didn't always laugh this early in the morning and not every day began this bright, but every day was a bit lighter thanks to him. “C’mon. You can sleep later.”

“Whatever you say, Buckaroo,” you said as you sat up. You slid your feet into your slippers, your stomach fluttering because you know you didn't put them back in that spot yesterday. “Thank you,” you said, wiggling your toes.

“Can't let your feet touch the cold floor now, can I?” He winked, stretching as he stood up.

Your throat tightened. It was such a tiny gesture in the grand scheme of things, but it was the little things that mattered. They showed that he paid attention and cared. You tried to do the same for him, like cooking his favorite meals or drawing him a bath after a hard day. You hoped it was enough.

“You’re so good to me,” you said, holding your hands out so he could help you stand.

“We’re good to each other,” he said, pulling you up with ease.

The rough pads of his fingertips rubbed along your skin, a physical reminder of the work he put in day in and day out. His hands made a difference in the world and your life, his calloused touch telling hundreds of stories. Being part of his journey and creating a new story together was something out of a dream. The beauty of it was that your story wasn't over yet.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“I’ll tell you when we go outside,” you replied, not wanting him to miss any of the view. “Do you need to put a shirt on?”

He pulled a hand away to pat his pocket before he smirked and pointed to his washboard abs. “These give me plenty of heat.”

Your gaze went to his torso, heat of your own spreading from your core. Working day in and day out kept him in great shape. He belonged on one of those cowboy romance novel covers. Or a calendar.

I could make a killing with a ranch hand calendar featuring all the guys.

“And for breakfast, I'll make you some humble pie. A big ol’ slice,” you teased.

“Mmm. Pie for breakfast. You do love me,” he joked.

“More than anything,” you smiled.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your mouth, tilting your world on its axis like always. “Love you, too.”

“You have to if you don't care about my morning breath,” you smiled.

He grabbed a couple of blankets as he led you out to the front porch, just in case there was a chill in the air. Another thoughtful gesture. Instead of taking you to the porch swing like you expected, he took you down the steps and laid out one of the blankets in the grass where you sometimes had picnics together.

“Why aren't we sitting in the swing?” You asked.

“I mean, we could sit in the swing and I can put my arm around you.” He sat down and spread his legs out in front of him, patting the spot between them. “But it’s easier to hold you like this and I wanna hold you when the sun comes up.”

“You’re such a sap,” you smiled, happily taking the spot between his legs. “But I like that.”

“You do know I’m only a sap for you, right?”

“I do,” you said, spreading the other blanket across your legs. “Don't worry. I won't tell anyone.”

“Too late. Everyone knows,” he smiled.

“True,” you said, tilting your head and taking the opportunity to kiss underneath his chin before you looked back at the horizon.

Exhaling, you pressed your back against Bucky’s chest and revelled in the warmth of his body as he wrapped his arms around you. He occasionally reminded you of the sun. He had fire within him and brightened your world just by being there. But to him, you were the sun.

We're each other's sun and moon.

“So, you just felt like watching a sunrise with me?” You asked.

“Just felt like it,” he agreed, holding you a bit tighter. “I’ve watched sunrises and sunsets more times than I can count, but it’s just different with you.”

“Why is that?” You asked.

“It may not make sense, but the sunrise just looks more beautiful and hopeful because I have someone to share it with. And people say sunsets are a way to reset, but I’m just thankful because it was another day I got to spend with you.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple as your heart swelled. “Each day is a blessing because you're in my life.”

You were on the verge of spilling tears, but managed to keep them at bay. “I feel blessed, too,” you whispered.

His chest shook as he chuckled. “I really am a sap.”

“Yeah, but you’re my sap,” you said, tracing the palm of his hand. It was a special thing to bring out that side of him. “You know how you asked me what I was thinking about earlier? I was thinking how your hands can tell so many stories. I think your wrinkles will tell stories, too.”

“My wrinkles?” He asked.

“Yeah. Each is a chapter in your story. Just like every scar,” you answered. Bucky thought every mark on your body was a thing of beauty. You wanted him to feel the same way about his. “They’ll say how you survived hard times. How you lived your life. How you loved.”

“You’re a sap, too,” he teased, catching your elbow before you could ram it into him. “Easy, I’m kidding. I think that’s a beautiful way to look at it.”

There was beauty all around you with Bucky.

“Well, the thought of getting older used to scare me, but it doesn't seem so bad because I have you. We won't have to do it alone. We’ll grow together,” you smiled, gazing at the sky that seemed to stretch on forever. “So when we're older and you have wrinkles and gray hairs, I want you to keep doing this: Wake me up for a sunrise just because you felt like it. Just because you wanted to share one more beautiful moment with me.”

“You wanna grow old with me?” He asked, his voice thicker than you expected. “And on those days, you’ll still love me? Wrinkles and all?”

“Of course, I do. And of course, I will,” you promised. You would love him no matter what. “And you’ll still love me when I grow old?”

“Forever and always,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder when the sun began to rise.

Your heart raced as the hues touched the land you two shared, painting a canvas in glowing rays. He was right that the sunrise was more beautiful and hopeful because you had someone to share it with. And while you were certain there were others watching the sky, this felt like a new dawn just for the two of you.

“It really is breathtaking, isn’t it?” You smiled.

“You’re breathtaking,” he said, making your smile widen as your cheeks warmed.

“You flatter me, Buckaroo,” you said affectionately.

Bucky took a deep breath by your ear as you continued to look at the view. “Marry me, Sunbeam,” he whispered.

With wide eyes, you spun around in his arms. You didn't know it, but to him you looked like an angel with the rays growing brighter around you. “What?” You asked.

“Shit. I was supposed to ask you, not tell you. And I was supposed to have something special planned, but I keep carrying this around in case the time’s right and this just seemed right.” He swallowed before he reached into his pajama pocket and pulled out a small box. “It isn't much. Sure as hell isn't what you deserve and I'm sorry for that,” he said. You covered your mouth with a gasp when he opened it. Simple, beautiful, and a diamond that sparkled like the sun. To you, it was the most beautiful ring to ever exist. “But I love you and I want you to be my wife. I wanna grow old with you and I don't wanna tell the story of my life without you in it. I-”

“Yes!” You shouted into the morning air, knocking him on his back. You were lucky you didn’t knock the ring box out of his hand. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ll marry you!”

“I wasn't done with my proposal,” he chuckled.

“I don't care. I said ‘yes’. Now’s the part where you put the ring on my finger,” you smiled with tears in your eyes. He managed to slip the ring onto your finger with you stretched out on top of him. A perfect fit. “It’s beautiful. Don't ever apologize for giving me something so beautiful.”

The proposal was beautiful, too. It came from the heart at a time he knew was right. You couldn't ask for anything better.

I have the whole world because of you.

You swore you saw the sunrise in his eyes as he framed your face and smiled up at you. “Love you, Sunbeam.”

“Love you, too, Buckaroo,” you whispered, giggling. “And guess what?”

“What’s that?”

“I can change sex with my amazing boyfriend to fiancé,” you smiled.

“Why don’t we skip to that part? I’ll make sure you get some caffeine after,” he smirked. "Deal," you giggled again, leaning down to kiss him.

The sun continued to climb in the sky behind you as he deepened the kiss, bathing you in light as you celebrated the next chapter in your life together.

And with his ring on your finger, you knew you’d forever appreciate every sunrise and sunset even more.

Anyone else get a cavity from this sweetness? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[rueclfer]

heyy there can i request some more touya headcannons? i really enjoy your way of picturing him because it’s just so canon and he’s kinda a lovely dick y’know. whatever comes to ur mind. thank u so much!!

weelll since you gave me so much freedom here r some touya as a housemate hcs ANNDD a moodboard bc i enjoy the visualization <3 since we talked abt this the other day too !! (i yapped so hard here sry sry this is so indulgent)

bakugou's and sero's version too hehe

housemates // touya todoroki

touya hates the idea of living with a complete stranger or one of his siblings, so what other option does he have other than forcing his best friend (crush) on a lease with him?

the newfound freedom definitely puts him on his ass for a few weeks. barely sleeps. eats like shit. trash is scattered everywhere. several unpacked boxes. it stays like this until fuyumi comes over to check our the place and gives you two a hard scolding to get your shit together.

more often than not, you'd end up waking up on the couch with your legs sprawled out across his lap and his upper half leaned over the couch arm rest in deep sleep. staying up so late was probably one of his favorite things about living together. being able to talk as loud as you wanted, watch movies late into the night, look over the city from your balcony- he found solitude in existing with you.

if he wasn't already codependent before moving in together, just know his ass will be GLUED TO YOU. you'd be doing work in your room and he'd barge in and flop down on your bed without a word. maybe he'd gotten a bit too comfortable.

if he's feeling extra annoying that day, he'd bring in his guitar and amp and keep asking you to rate his riffs until you entirely give up on work and give him some attention.

is it obvious his love language is quality time? not only that, gift giving too. he's like a fucking crow.

"look what i found. it's a rock. for you."

makes him soooo giddy to see your display of the rocks, feathers, and dried up flowers he picked up for you on his walk. sometimes you'd come home and there'd be a new addition to the ever growing collection.

ofc you'd return the energy in a different way. touya will not cook for himself. ever. he eats like shit as an internal rebellion against the healthy diet he was forced upon as a kid, but you will not allow that boy to rot himself from the inside out!! he can expect several tupperwares of portioned out meals with notes attached to the lids if you know he'd be home all day by himself.

"to t <3. if you don't eat every last bite i'll find out and it'll hurt my feelings and i might combust into flames or something idk don't risk it!"

i can also imagine him holding back tears whenever you ever come into his room to hand him a bowl of cut up fruit. the first time you do it he'd be speechless like jaw dropped taken aback. has he ever felt love like this??? i think not.

despite all of the kind gestures, he's still touya todoroki. hides your keys if you annoyed him that morning by rushing him in the bathroom and makes you a few minutes late to class/work. chronic door slammer. pisses with the door wide open. no sense of privacy and do not gaf to knock. always locking himself out -> i feel strongly about this like imagine coming home after a long day and he's sitting out in the hallway with a pouty face waiting for you hehehe.

i don't think he'd realize this crush until a few months after you've moved in together. how could he when you two practically already act and bicker like an old married couple?

yes- peanut butter belongs in the fridge. no- it doesn't. stop leaving your socks everywhere. you forget to flush again. stop slamming the doors. you ate my chips, didn't you? don't lie. did you really need to put the mugs up that high? (he does it on purpose, and tightens the lid to every jar too.)

it wasn't until one late evening when he comes home to find you frantically mixing a doughy substance in a large metal bowl. you never bake, but you have your own oven now, so why not?

"god, finally. help me, my arms hurt." you groan, shoving the bowl in his hands. "i think i fucked up."

he sees the hurricane aftermath of your kitchen- flour everywhere, egg shells left on the counter, every single jar imaginable opened and scattered around. he could be teasing you about the mess, but god you looked so beautiful with that stupid wrinkle in between your eyebrows as you read over the recipe, and the streaks of flour across your pant leg from wiping your hands, and the way you swipe away the stray pieces of hair falling in your face with the back of your hand- oh fuck.

he thinks he's falling in love with you.

he swallows it, but he starts acting kinda weird around the apartment.

like he's.... avoiding you?

living with his best friend whom he just so happens to develop a crush for, would eat him alive. he locks himself in his room and chain smoke out his window while he's stressing the fuck out. he told you he'd stop smoking, but he's sure you'd understand the need for it right now. he hopes you can't smell it.

i also think he'd be a stress cleaner lmaaoo he cannot sit still with his thoughts for too long, so the headphones are ON and blasting and he'll definitely use that as a scapegoat + the loud ass vacuum for ignoring you if you try to talk to him while he's on this cleaning frenzy.

you think he's sick LMAO imagine the pain he feels when you come knocking on his door and calling out that you're leaving a bowl of soup and cough medicine outside his door for him. he doesn't tell you that yeah he's sick but *not in that way*

lovesick. that boy is lovesick!!!!!!

how do you avoid your housemate while you figure out how to control your feelings?

he confesses via note that he leaves on the kitchen counter. really simple tbh nothing too extravagant, but he signs off by telling you that he's staying crashing at fuyumi's for a couple days.

you text him a string of obscenities to get his ass back home and he does (he's scared of you).

he CAANNOOTT talk about his feelings in an adult way. he is sitting on the complete opposite side of the couch, twiddling his thumbs, and staring down at his feet like a child while you reread his confession note out loud to him. you find his discomfort hilarious but endearing. he finds you unbearably insufferable.

jesus the amount of times in that apartment where he would storm off to his room whenever you two got in an argument or you pissed him off...old habits die hard, you guess, because this isn't the todoroki household anymore and you aren't scared to lose that deposit and kick a door down.

once you corner him and get him to open up about his feelings the air in the room suddenly shift!! the clouds are clearing and the sun is shining woooowww look at what good communication can do.

sharing an apartment with your BOYFRIEND is no different than sharing one with your best friend. i think he'd like to keep your separate bedrooms to have your own space, but you'll rarely sleep apart.

so! many! new! traditions!

helping him dye his hair on the first saturday of every month. biweekly horror movie marathons. counting the communal piggy bank ever couple months. trying new takeout spots until you find THE spot for every category- chinese, pizza, ramen, etc etc.

and finally, an everlasting mark on your first apartment together: a small carved out heart around your initials left on the inner corner of a kitchen cabinet done with his pocket knife on a random weekday evening while you two are cooking dinner together.

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touya tag: @moonchild701 @kaldurahms-lover @themultifandomgirl @devilslittlehelper @porusuniverse @ratatellie @katbug37 @ggriwm

[injangcore]

𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮

tags: jaeminxreaderxhaechan, poly relationship, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, suggestive content, non explicit smut(?), food.

do not plagiarise, translate or repost.

Jaemin and Donghyuck, are two vastly different people, yet they exist in harmony - with each other, with you, and with the way they love you. And there's so so much love.

So much love, in the way Hyuck wakes up early to wash the dishes from last night as he lets you and Jaemin sleep in - soft snores till the morning sun bleeds into your shared bedroom - knowing Jaemin doesn't like coming to a cluttered kitchen.

Love in the way, Jaemin wakes up next and slowly leaves your embrace - as much as his mind screams at him to stay, stay and admire the way you look heavenly under the soft light, the way your hair frames your face so delicately, the way you smell like him and Hyuck- the way you smell like home that makes him want to bury himself in your neck and stay till his heart’s content - but alas, he has duties. Duties that revolve around you, and by extension Hyuck as well.

(rest under the cut)

Love in the way, Hyuck wears his mask as Luna crawls out after Jaemin, meowing in hunger at him as he reaches down to pet her soft fur, his heartaches that he can’t kiss her in the way you and Jaemin can as his allergies deprive him of the luxury - but he takes what he gets as he fills up her bowl and pets her as she eats.

Love in the way, Jaemin pours two cups of freshly brewed coffee, no words exchanged in the morning cold between your two boyfriends as they prepare for the surprise they have planned for their sweet special girl. Jaemin slowly potters around the kitchen, hoping not to wake his precious girl up, grabbing ingredients for your favorite breakfast meal, as Hyuck zips himself up in the jacket that you got him as he leaves the house to bring you a little extra something to start your special day off. 

Love in the way, you wake up to your cat on you as she meows for attention, Hyuck coming in frantic - “Don’t wake her up Luna-” and stops as he sees you slowly blinking off sleep, “Oh no, go back to bed, love” Hyuck whispers as he picks of Luna- her whining at him as he cuddles her close to his chest. “I’m up, I can’t go back to sleep now.” You mumble, rubbing your eyes as you sit up against the headboard, still drowsy. “Are you sure? You still have time love, you can still get a couple of minutes in.” Hyuck asks concerned, and lets out an achoo as Luna takes the chance to pounce from his arms onto your lap.

“Hyuck what- oh hi there sweetheart.” Jaemin greets you with a smile as he walks in an apron with the words ‘KISS THE CHEF’ on it, he leans down to kiss the top of your head and moves down to plant an affectionate kiss on your lips- making you beam with love- as his tender eyes gently take your form in, “Happy birthday, my favorite girl.”

“Kinda unfair that I was here first and yet I wasn’t the first person to wish you,” Hyuck whines and then playfully glares at Luna, “All because of that furball.” “Hey be nice, she's your daughter too!” You scold him gently, kissing the sweet kitty on her head, before turning to Jaemin, “Thank you, Nana.” 

“Always pretty girl, stay here while I get you your breakfast sweetheart.” He speaks softly, voice dripping in honey as he leaves the room, Luna following hot on his tail. “I swear she likes him more than me.” You huff as Hyuck slides in next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you against him, “You’re still my favorite though, darling.” He whispers in your ear, his lips getting to work as he leaves feathery kisses along your shoulder, making you whine at him for getting you worked up so early in the morning, he chuckles at your whine before his index and thumb finger slowly hooks at your chin and turns your face to him, “Happy Birthday, baby.” He says as he leans down to catch your lips in a tender kiss, you whine into his lips as his other hand starts going under your t-shirt (his t-shirt) and you knew this was going to get R-rated really quick if it wasn’t for Jaemin coughing as he enters the bedroom with the tray and the bouquet that Hyuck had run out to get early in the morning - making you separate from Hyuck’s lips- which made him whine. “Such a party pooper, Jaem.” The tan male huffs as Jaemin carefully places the tray in your lap, the smell and visual of the appetizing food making your stomach growl and your mouth wet.

“Dare I remind you that our girl hasn’t eaten yet, Hyuck, we have that saved for the night.” Jaemin chuckles, his heart full as you thank him for the meal and dig in, moaning at the amazing taste. “That good huh?” And his smile grows wider as you nod.

“Wow if that got you moaning like that, imagine what we can do-”

“LEE DONGHYUCK!”

Jaemin and Hyuck had plans, and plans were they. A nice museum date followed by a fancy lunch in the restaurant that you've been raving about to the boys for weeks. Next they took you out to the carnival, got you cotton candy, and won you a bunch of plushies that joined your growing collection and kissed you on top of the Ferris wheel with the fireworks going off in the beautiful dark night sky.

And Hyuck kept true to his words, and so did Jaemin as they had you spread between them, keeping you drunk and high on their kisses, hot tongues mapping your body like a canvas, moans, and groans fill the room as they make your thighs shake and your eyes roll to the back of your head with a roll of their hips and their pillowy lips on your body. And when you succumb to sleep, your beloveds caging you between them as their breathing evens out, you fall asleep with your heart full and your thoughts void of any concerns as their words of love echo in your head, lulling you to sleep.

[lostinlads]

Breathe Me

Synopsis: You wake to the sound of Sylus in your shared house. Seeing his dull ruby eyes, and wanting his touch, you let him feed from you - his teeth sinking into your flesh, claiming you as his love.

Tags: sylus x femme!reader, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, vampire!sylus, half blood!mc, blood, drinking blood, biting, tooth rotting fluff, angst, mc feels inadequate, mentions of body horror (ripping heart out), use of pet names (my love, dove), no use of y/n, domestic life with sylus :(

Words: 2.7k

an: hi! i want to start off by saying the vampires in this fic are based off of the twilight ones! so if youre confused why theres no fangs or by some of the words i used to describe things thats it! same with the half bloods (half vampires) its just taken mostly from twilight. Also i want to say thank you for over 100 followers on this account, i had no idea i would get this much attention so soon? so seriously thank you so much! and lastly this fic kinda became really personal for me? at times i got pretty emotional while writing but im really happy with it, i think it turned out really well and i hope you all love it as much as i do! enjoy!

ao3 | kofi

You wake up on a cloud of silk sheets and the scent of your lover. Eyes fluttering open, you find yourself alone in your shared bedroom, candlelight flickering on the nightstand and the soft patter of rain on the windows. 

Sitting up and stretching, you sigh, content and happy. With your heightened senses, you can hear Sylus shuffling through your home, muted footsteps along the wooden floors. Almost as if not to wake you.

Then you hear it, your favorite sound. His humming, off key but enough to make your cursed heart race. You climb out of bed, cold air nipping at your naked body, pebbling your nipples hard - but you welcome it, growing used to the icy chill. Reminding you of the touch of the man you've fallen head over heels for. His hands roaming your body, leaving goosebumps rising as his skin makes contact with yours.

You pad through the room, grabbing your silk robe and throw it on before leaving. You make your way through the house leisurely, never in need of a rush, knowing you have all the time in the universe. Fingers dragging on the walls as you walk past, savoring your quiet and calm life. 

Sylus's humming pauses for a moment, no doubt hearing you move around, before continuing. You could almost see the soft smile blessing his heavenly features, waiting in anticipation to see your beautiful face again. 

You spot him in the kitchen, back facing towards you as the delicious scent of coffee fills the air, made perfectly just for you. Feet shuffling under you, you walk closer, the longing pull towards him dragging you in. The need for his touch, for his scent buzzing in your veins as you draw close. Arms reaching out as you loop them around him, shoving your face in between his broad shoulders. Fingers dipping under his sweater as they dance over every curve and line of his stomach, a secret map made just for your touch alone. You breathe him in, a sweet honey and vanilla scent fills your nose, leather and the cold mingling perfectly with his overwhelming sweetness. Something so Sylus. It was intoxicating, you never getting enough as you drive yourself drunk on just him.

"Good morning, my love," Deep, rumbling of his voice vibrates his frame, jittering into your bones as you plaster yourself to him. He doesn't turn, letting you get your fill of him for now. One lone hand coming to place itself on top of your smaller one, icy thumb brushing over your silky skin. 

"Morning," You mumble into his back, running your nose along him. He chuckles, so warm and inviting. You want to hear it every day, not living until you get your fix of that beautiful sound. 

You two stay entwined for a beat longer, him finally turning around to face you. Stealing your breath with just one look at his god like face. Plush lips curled into a loving smile, the soft kitchen light dancing off of his hard, granite skin. And those eyes, those ruby gemstone eyes you can't help but fall for every time you look at him. Today dull, dark, in need of feeding. You brush a hand up to his cheek, fingers ghosting just under his eye.

"You're thirsty..." A frown set on your face, brows furrowing and lips pouting. His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer as his other brushes your hair from your face.

"That can wait," Eyes dancing between your own, an unspoken language in themselves. You could feel the love in them, the way they shone just for you. "Have your coffee and let's go relax." Sylus reaches behind himself and holds a mug out to you, hot steam cascading up towards the ceiling. You take it, warming your palms as he leads you into the living room, letting you sit on the couch. He walks to the large bookcase covering one of your dark walls, selecting a record and putting it on. Quiet music fills the space between as he makes his way to you, long legs in confident strides. Power in every sure step. 

"I love this one," You sigh, happily as you take a sip of the hot liquid. Warming you up from the inside as Sylus's cold body settles against you. The battle of temperatures fuzzing your brain. It felt calming.

"That's why I chose it," You could hear the smile in his words as his icy hand dances along the clothed skin of your arm. Every touch making your irregular heart pound in its cage in your chest. Calling out to him, telling him that it belonged to your lover. 

The two of you sitting in silence as you let the tune play through your home, drinking down the coffee and settling into his large, strong arms. You could live every day of your never-ending life like this and still be content, happy even. Needing nothing in life but Sylus and your quiet home. Every mundane thing the two of you share feeling like the most exciting adventure. 

Finishing your drink, you set it on the wooden table before you, the mug making a muffled knock that echoed on the walls. You turn to Sylus, his eyes closed as he lets the music consume him, thumb brushing on your arm. You drink him in, every single atom of his being as you wish you two can sit like this for eternity. He could, of course, never move from this couch or position and continue to live. But the deep almost jealousy flutters in your chest. If only you were like him, able to stop time.

Being half vampire, you were strong, powerful and demanding like he was. Never needing to worry about any threats. But the human side reminded you just how different you and Sylus were in these moments. Unlike him, you needed to eat, whether blood or human food, needing to breathe, needing to blink. You needed to sleep and use the restroom and do normal human things. You still had your beating heart; you had blood that burned in your veins. You couldn't stop time and just exist like this god of a man beside you. Never being strong enough, never being fast enough, never being just enough.

"What are you thinking about?" He hums, eyes still closed as he pushes you closer, pulling you from your negative thoughts. You sigh, eyes falling from his face to your lap.

"Nothing," You lie, knowing he knew you were. You never shared your insecurities with him, knowing he would try his best to soothe you. But he never lived in this limbo, not being human enough to be human, and not being vampire enough to be vampire. You didn't blame your lover, him being the most patient and understanding soul you've ever known. But your condition was so rare. Only a few ever recorded to your knowledge. 

Sylus pulls you to his lap, eyes fluttering open, stealing your breath once more. Gentle glance in your wide, lovesick eyes, hands coming to secure behind you. You could feel his love in every movement, every touch a declaration. You place your hand on his chest, right over his still heart, willing it to beat just once for you, hoping to feel the same affect he has on you. It doesn't of course, cold stone skin under your warm palm - unchanging no matter how many times you try. He places his hand over yours, a silent way of telling you that if it could, it would beat a million times for you. Sylus reaches up to your chest, placing his own palm over your heart, making it race as he sighs. His confirmation of your love for him. Turning away, heat rises to your cheeks, embarrassed that you were jealous of this small thing. 

Pulling his hands away, he pulls you to his chest, his cheek pressed to your ear as his nose glides along your neck. Inhaling the sickening sweetness of your hybrid blood. Another thing you hated yourself for. Human blood tasting like aged, fine liquor, yours tasting like a sloppy sweet cocktail. Never tasting as good as them. Sylus told you he wouldn't want you to taste any other way, but you knew the truth. Tasting them yourself you knew how humans were, how their blood would send his kind into a frenzy. How if you were mortal, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

"You should drink, my love," Your words soft, so quiet as you coaxed him to feed from you. Needing to feel his teeth rip open your flesh and consume. Sylus doesn't reply, just places a ghost of a kiss to your pulse point. Hands pulling down your robe to expose your collarbone, then shoulder, then most of your upper arm. You sigh as you feel him expose your skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of his freezing touch. His razor-sharp teeth slices through your skin like butter, making you gasp at the pain. He knew this hurt; it always did when he fed from you. But you never minded, wanting to be his food, wanting to supply him with your life, your essence to sustain his hunger. You wished he would drain you dry, sucking every drop from your veins so you could fill him completely. Dying with a smile in his arms because he was the one that caused it, knowing he had done it out of nothing but pure love for you. You would rip out your still beating heart from your chest and give it to him if he asked. 

His lips latch onto the wound, sucking, pulling the blood out as his hand rests on your thigh, soothing your pain as best as he could manage. You could feel his icy tongue lapping at your flesh, savoring your taste like he actually enjoyed it. You close your eyes, leaning your head away to grant him more room, slowly welcoming the pain he caused. His lips on your skin were the only thing you ever wanting to feel, whether it being kisses or him draining the life from you, it was all you could ever ask from him. 

Slowly, the pain passed, a dull throb from the wound as he soothed the skin with his. You could almost feel him drinking you in, your souls entwining in this endless dance between you. You imagine the image of your blood flowing down his long throat, hot and fresh. Feather like silver locks of his hair brushing on your throat, kissing your skin.

Once he's had his fill, his lips unlatch, a small red bruise blooming. You feel his tongue flatten, lapping at the few fallen streaks of blood. That was one thing you loved about him, how clean he is when he feeds, not making a show of it. He placed one soft kiss to your skin before pulling back.

Your eyes dance on his breath-taking face, eyes a bright, shining crimson, lips matching from your blood. His skin almost glowed, refreshed and new. You lifted your hand, caressing his stone cheek. Sylus leaned into your touch, a hum vibrating in his throat as you stared into your lover's eyes. Out of any version of him, you preferred this one, on the cusp of being alive again, eyes bright, lips red, and so fucking beautiful. Your thumb swiped along his bottom lip, smudging the blood to the corner of his mouth, a smile curling on your lips. His hand on your thigh gripping your squishy flesh, grounding you. 

It was almost magnetic, your pull to him. Every touch bringing a reaction out of you immediately, like your body was made for him and him alone. The way his eyes swept from yours to your parted lips had you leaning in, no time for him to ask as you crash your lips together. The tangy taste of blood and his saliva swirl through your fuzzy brain, hand snaking around his neck to pull him closer. Slow but passionate, your lips moved together, creating their own dance. It was easy for you to grow addicted to this, not needing breath for a while, just have him touching your body as you consumed each other. You licked your way into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. So sweet, so strong. His cold touch calming the heat soaring through your body, soothing the fireworks that were your nerves.

Sylus pulled away, letting you catch your breath, lips still hovering over your own.

"Heaven," He breathed, full lips grazing over yours as he mouthed the word. Heaven, but only if he knew he was yours. Heaven, hell, and everything in between. The monster in the shadows but oh how wrong that actually was. A man so full of passion and love that the only thing he could do was submit himself to you. Knowing exactly what you needed without having to ever ask, almost as if he scraped open your brain and lived inside, weaving his way into your nerves and could feel every spark through you. How someone could imagine him as this nightmare creature was beyond you, nothing comparing to his beauty or his grace. Not his own kind, not any paintings or murals, nothing could ever match Sylus in any way. And you couldn't help but feel blessed, to have this man in your arms, in your heart, sharing every day with you while others had to live entire lifetimes without even getting a glance.

As you lean back to look at him, the shoulder of your robe slips, pooling around your thighs and leaving your top half bare to him. You watch as his eyes drift down, taking in your body as if it was the first time he's seen you. His cool fingertips barely touching your skin as they run from your neck. Ghosting down your chest and between your breasts, to your stomach just above your navel. He paused there for a beat, letting out a shaky breath before running back up to your shoulder then down your arm. His touch so gentle it brought a deep flush to your cheeks, eyes half lidded as your breath ran ragged. Always touching you like he would snap you in half in a single wrong move. It was true, he is stronger, but you could take it, take every rough touch he could throw at you yet he refused. Always handling you like you were made of the most precious glass. 

"Are you hungry, dove?" Thumb brushing over your wrist, voice so unbelievably warm. You were, but you didn't want to leave, wanting to watch his blood smeared lips speak to you until your body grew weak and desperate. He could see it in your eyes, the corners of his beautiful wide mouth curling. "Let's go make something, then you can have me, my love." 

"Wait," You nearly cry out, hand pushing his chest back onto the sofa. He let you push him, falling back in from your touch. "Just..." You sigh. "Just let me lay here with you." 

Leaning forward you rest your face in the crook of his neck, large arms caging you to him. The music and rain snuffing out the silence between you, beating in time with your imagination of frozen heart and the waves between you. Turning your head, pressing your nose to his neck, you breathe him in. Eyes fluttering shut as you feel him, every fiber of your being screaming out to your mate, swearing to be with him until the universe falls from the sky. Your name etched into his soul and his into yours. Forever becoming one single being. Then you feel it, his chest buzzing as his deep voice hums to the song, singing for you. Emotions well inside you, heart thudding in your chest. His silent confirmation that you were his, that you were more than enough. Fingers tangling in your hair as he squeezes you tighter to his chest. You swear the world stops in his arms, everything fading away as you lay entangled together here on this sofa in your house under the rain and moonlight.

"I love you, dove," He sighs, nose pressing to your hair. Your heart responds for you, beating so loud you swear it speaks.

[ackermai07]

hi there !! i hope you're having a great day so far ^^

i wanted to request the three musketeers (katsuki, izuku, shoto) that give prince/ss treatment to reader ! like the reader is just so tooth-rotting sweet that the boys can't help but treat reader that way ฅʕ◍·̀·́◍ʔฅ

you are so free to ignore this if its not up to your taste ^^ thank you in advance !! 💌🍰

girl you're crazy if you think this isn't up to my taste, you literally blessed me with this! Anyways I hope you have fun reading, enjoy!

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: Todoroki, Bakugou, Midoriya, fem!reader

𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: headcanon, fluff!

Don't repost!

The one thing we all agree on.

He'll cook for you.

No one argues with this; he's literally your personal chef.

He'll always make sure you eat well, whether you're a big eater or not.

This damn guy will literally stuff your stomach and cook for you anytime.

You can wake him up even at 2 a.m., and he won't mind, like:

"Hey, Katsu... I'm feeling kinda hungry... so-"

"Shut up, I already know."

And boom, he'll get up to cook a delicious meal for you and make sure you go to sleep feeling full.

He also loves styling your hair, no matter the type.

Straight, wavy, curly, it doesn't matter.

Just tell him how you want your hair, and he'll do it professionally.

He does most of the chores for you, like cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, etc.

He absolutely hates seeing you tired or exhausted; he sees himself strong enough to do everything.

"You weren't created for exhaustion, not even your beautiful ass deserves to be tired from sitting."

Another reason he always holds you in his arms when you're alone together.

He always brings snacks for you at school.

At the end of each class, he turns around to give you candy or chocolate to keep you energized.

(He completely refuses to admit he brought them for you, always saying he got them by chance.)

When you're sitting in the dorm with others, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder if you're tired.

He absolutely doesn't let you go downstairs; he always carries you bridal style while going down while you're in his arms.

His excuse is that you're too foolish and will definitely trip and fall and hurt yourself.

(He loves you dearly and worries about you like crazy.)

Did I mention he's your guard dog?

Wherever you are, he walks behind you and gives death glares to anyone who dares to stare at you.

He also makes sure every day that he's the first person to say good morning or goodnight to you, whether in person or through messages.

He's not a big person with words, but he makes sure to say "I love you" enough times because he knows it makes you happy.

Believe me, he's just there for your happiness (I would die for this man).

This boy is the epitome of sweetness.

He's not just a green flag, he's the whole forest.

One thing I'm sure of is that he'll take notes for you during classes.

Even if you've already taken your own notes, he doesn't mind.

He still brings your notebooks and edits your notes to make them look like his own.

If you ask him why he does this, he simply replies:

"Just to ensure our information is the same so we don't have any problems when we study together."

He just loves being the reason behind your intellectual growth and knowing that he's helping you.

Every night, literally every night, he braids your hair.

Because he simply read that braiding hair before bed helps keep it healthy.

(He loves touching your hair and smelling its scent.)

Speaking of nighttime, he takes you for walks at night when everyone else is asleep and lies on the grass to watch the sky just because you told him you love seeing the stars.

He's literally the kind of gentleman who lays his jacket over a puddle of water for you to walk on so you don't get wet.

He has a sixth sense about you, so for example, whenever something bad happens to you, he's already there to fix it.

He's 100% ready to defend you against anyone and doesn't feel embarrassed to stand up to them either.

He carries your bag for you on the way to school and back to the dorm, insisting on it even when you say it's okay.

He loves sharing his food with you; he always does.

No matter what it is, he always makes sure you take at least a bite of it.

"I don't taste the food's flavor until I share it with you."

He always keeps your hands intertwined and makes sure you're close to him, especially in crowds.

Every day, he makes sure to kiss you on the cheek and tell you how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you, and how much he loves you.

This guy is literally like a character from books.

He has a top-notch degree in princess treatment.

He buys you anything you want, no matter what.

Even if it's a car plated with gold, he'll always fulfill your desires.

He flirts with you, but in poetic ways.

For example, he reads a love quote or a poem and makes sure to dedicate it to you.

Either he writes it for you on a paper and places it on your desk in your room before you wake up, or he whispers it in your ear just to drive you crazy.

He loves seeing you shy and flustered.

He also buys you books, a lot of them.

The reason for that is your talk about a story or a novel.

Be sure that by tomorrow he'll present you with the entire book series along with a red rose.

"Shoto! You didn't have to do that!"

"If my girl desires something, she gets it."

(Help me... I'm melting while writing this)

He lets you do anything to him literally.

Braiding his hair, putting makeup on him, dressing him up as you wish... etc.

Just say the word, and he's like, "Yes, ma'am"

(Once you put your daily makeup on him, and literally you cried because he looked more beautiful than you by miles.)

This man is literally carrying your bags when he takes you shopping.

And he doesn't complain; it gives him a sense that he's your strong man.

He also allows you to try makeup on the back of his hand.

(He's as pale as hell.)

He carries you on his back if you feel tired from walking.

Or in other words, if he feels it, which means he always carries you on his back.

So you won't tire from something as silly as walking.

He knows that everyone is looking at both of you, but does he care? Of course not.

(I feel like he's read "The Art of Indifference" at least 100 times.)

He's the kind of guy who allows you to wear anything you want.

You might come to him not sure about your clothes, and he simply shrugs in indifference.

"Wear whatever you want; I can fight."

(But not too revealing because you won't get away with it.)

One of his greatest features is that he uses his quirk to either warm you up or cool you down according to the weather.

He always gives you his jacket even without you asking because he knows that his scent calms you down and also ensures that you're warm.

Like the others, he makes sure you eat well and goes crazy if he knows you haven't.

(I think this is an Asian thing...)

This might seem gross, but on the contrary, it's not the case for him, but he allows you to spit out the food you didn't like on his hand.

He tells you to do it in the most poetic expression ever.

He hugs you a lot, first because he loves being close to you and secondly to stick his scent to you, so people can smell you and know that you're his

(he has a special scent so..)

(I've written a lot for him, I know, and I'm sorry, but I love him so much that I couldn't stop!!)

I hope you had fun reading! Please feel free to request more whenever you like!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

[juvenillia]

I saw your requests are kinda open so I wanted to ask if you'd share your thoughts about the love language of the task force 141? (Maybe add Konig because I want to see you write more about him)

hello anon and a huge thank you for my first request, I hope you like it, also keep requesting stuff, i love that aaah🤍

Love Language [headcanon]

Words of affirmation – physical touch – gifts – acts of service – quality time

a/n: Little brain rot in general I believe that everyone shows love very differently and therefore I think that everyone has all the love languages in them, some are just more distinct than others. I for example love to give gifts and quality time, but I am all over acts of service and physical touch (especially biting. If you are loved by me, you must manage the that I start to randomly bite you. I don’t make the rules.) But let’s talk about our men, I do believe all love quality time, especially due their jobs that drags them away from you so many times. But let’s dive into some detail. Feel free to discuss in the comments.

Charachters: Soap, Price, Ghost, Gaz, König

》 Masterpost 《

Johnny – Physical touch, will not argue about that. This man needs to be glued onto you even with the teeny tiniest spots of skin connected. You walk down the street; he has his arm around your shoulder. You sit in a pub with friends, his knee leaning against yours. You’re doing the dishes, hands slung around your waist. Driving, hand on your thigh. Even when you had an argument and turn around in bed to give him the cold shoulder, his foot will kind of touch you somewhere. Only the slightest not to push your mood even more, but he can’t stand to be separated from you. Deployment is already hard, but when you’re back together he’s all over you and will not stop until you make him. He respects your boundaries, especially in the public, but if you let him, he will do everything from the sweetest pecks to the filthiest strokes along your skin, no matter where and no matter who is around you. Plus, I believe that this Scot is a damn flirt. Words of affirmation is a go to, never fails to make you blush, and as soon as he takes notice of that he’s gonna push it further. Loves to make you all flustered and as soon as your face is burning like a volcano, he will pull you in and stroke your back, peppering you with quick kisses. Loves to praise you and compliments you and just showing off with his bonnie lass. Always makes sure everyone knows that you belong to him and still will flirt with you, like he wants to hook up with you all over again. Imagine him going to the bathroom while you’re out with friends and comes back later just to pretend he doesn’t know you to flirt and compliment you like a madman.

Price – To be very clear, this man is the perfect impersonator of all five love languages. He would never hesitate to reassure you about his love, compliment you in the cheesiest way, calling you all the petnames he can find, and his favorite is definitive and simply “mine” or even “Mrs. Price”, no matter if married or not.  He will always make sure that you are relaxed, so he definitely takes care of things around the house when he’s back from deployment. Making breakfast before you wake up, let’s be honest he will always be earlier up than you. Even if it’s really hard for him to leave the bed when you’re curled up in his side. Anytime he must go somewhere, no matter how far away or how long, he will bring you flowers when he returns. He goes for his morning run; he’s picking up some casual flowers at the way back. He comes back from a long deployment; he’s having a big ass bouquet waiting for you. When they have some time after missions staying in god knows what city, he will always buy a little thing as souvenir for you. Quality time and physical touch are for him one and the same. You’re sitting on the couch watching your favorite show, he will be instantly next to you and pulling you ins his lap. This man simply combines all of them in the most romantical and at the same time casual way possible. Everything if just easy going for him because he adores and values so much, he needs to show you in every way possible.

Ghost – My man, my beautiful, beautiful man is completely down for quality time and now mix that with acts of service. You’re curled up in an armchair reading your latest book, he’s on the couch next to you scrolling through his phone after he prepared you both your favorite cuppa. You sit outside on the patio, watching the clouds, he’s next to you smoking. You only have a thirty-minute break at work? He’s already waiting at the entry to the building, a bag with your favorite food and coffee in hand to keep you company. You complain about the errands you must run after work? Consider it done already. He wants to be at your service all the time, just say what you want, and he takes care of it. Also, if he can take care of all those things beforehand, there is much more time he can spend with you without things that annoy you.  Plus, he can read you like an open book. He is trained to read people, to observe and learn and with you it’s even easier. He wants to learn everything about you, just to be able to take care of everything that could cause you discomfort and prevent anything that let the smile he loves so much falter. So, he started very early to investigate your habits, triggers and pet peeves. You frown in a very specific way; he knows you already getting headaches because you didn’t drink enough. You sigh in a mumbling manner; he knows you need some cuddles. And don’t get me wrong, Simon does not, and I repeat he doesn’t despise physical touch. He just needs a lot of time to trust someone fully to let someone – you – come that close and if you’re patient with him, he will warm up and let you do all the things you want to. Physical touch is just not the way he would show you how much you mean to him (like all the time).

Kyle – He is an old-fashioned lover boy, so of course it’s words of affirmation. He loves to tell you how you make him feel, no matter what situation. Thanking you for choosing him, for making his life so much livelier. Complimenting you in such a smooth way, it never fails to make your heart jump. Just like Johnny I do believe he can be hell of a flirt, but somehow more reserved and subliminal. Praising and teasing you at the same time, whispering in your ears how beautiful you look and how grateful he is to call you his. He completely submitted to you and loves to do things for you. So, I’d also add acts of service. He loves to help you out. As soon as he’s the second day home again, he doesn’t let you lift a finger. The first day is reserved for cuddles and other intimate stuff. Always at your side, making sure you don’t have to anything but relax and enjoy his company. He likes to take you out, showering you in all the affection he holds for you. Opening doors for your, walking on the side of the sidewalk that’s closer to the street, relacing your shoes, carrying you over a puddle. You want ice-cream and waffles in the middle of the night? He’s driving god knows how long to get his girl happy.

König – Gifts, definitive gifts. He loves to spoil you. You’re looking at something in the store, and can’t decide between two colors, he’ll buy the one you didn’t get. You randomly mention that you saw that pretty necklace some time ago, it’s already in his cart. No matter what you want, or need, he’ll provide you with everything. Money isn’t important to him, but your happiness is. You casually mention you’d like to live in a house in a specific place or city. He’s already browsing to find the perfect house for your future. But it’s not about the big things all the time. Little things do the job as well, he thinks you might enjoy. Even if he finds a shiny rock that just looks pretty, he’ll bring it home to you. He wants to provide for your future, that you can just lean back and live a careless life. And shower him with your love. Therefore, I need to add physical touch to his top priorities. His hands all always all over you. He can be a cocky asshole, but in a lovely manner. Always teasing you with his words, making cocky jokes, but his hand on your cheek, his arm around your waist reassuring you that all he’s saying is meant in a loving way. Showing affection is never hard when he’s with you, always placing his head onto yours, a hand on your shoulder. Always having you close in for him like the best reassurance that you’re true with him. That you do love him and much more, that he can hold onto you. His hands gripping your hips and always pulling you close to him. Nearly scared to lose you at any point. Maybe a bit possessive, but in an adorable way.

[soapyghost]

EMBERS

Firefighter John Price x Fem! Reader

I constantly have Price brain rot so like have my horny thoughts. Hear me out- firefighter price. EH? EHHHH?? Ok fuck you im doing it :) Anyways- this is dedicated to my local fire department cuz they are FINE AF (i see yall at the grocery store how u doin)

So I’m planning on making this a series. A lil slow burn. Idk how many parts. Enjoy the ride. Lmk if you want to be put on the tag list.

Warnings: eventual smut!!! Fluff, fire, mentions of injuries, angst kinda? Use of Y/N. Let me know if I missed anything.

Tag list- @southernbluebellereader (thank you so much for letting me vent about this work ily)

Funny how the worst night of your life would lead you to the best night of your life. Waking up the the blaring sounds of an alarm, you roll over and blindly grab your phone. It couldn't be 7am already can it? You tap on the screen to reveal it's only 2:47am and that sound was not your alarm. It takes you a moment to realize the ear shattering sound is coming from the fire alarm in your kitchen.

Without thinking you fling yourself out of the embrace of the covers only to be met with thick, choking, black smoke. Sputtering you being to cough and eyes filling with tears as you drop to the ground. Crawling to the door on all fours you slowly make your way across the hard vinyl flooring. Again, you mindlessly grab the door handle only to immediately fall backwards onto your back at the searing pain now flowing through your hand. A scream escapes your mouth as you look down, and even in the dark of the room you can see the charred flesh of your hand.

This is it, you think, swallowing hard. This is how you go. Scared and alone in your shitty one bedroom apartment in the same shitty town you were born. They're going to find your body on the morning news, charred and nearly unrecognizable, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties. You let out a sob as the tears begin to fall from your eyes, mixing with the soot in the air. The burning only adds to your hysteria. Curling up into the fetal position and rocking back and forth you wait for your end.

Suddenly the door to your bedroom is smashed open, wood chips flying everywhere. You scream again and fling your eyes open. Before you stands a giant, a monster. You let out another scream and begin shuffling backwards to the corner of the room. The large creature begins moving towards you and scoops you up like you were nothing. You'd come to terms with dying and becoming a crisp but not dying to a shadow. Squirming you try to get out of the iron clad grasp holding you bridal style. "I got one, she's alive" a voice comes from the monster. Its not until you're out in the hallway that you finally notice, its not a creature, not a monster, but a man.

Piercing blue eyes look down at you from the inside of a yellow hood, crinkling into a small smile. "It's going to be ok, shhh" the thick British voice says, muffled by the gas mask protecting his face. Gulping and holding back tears, you simply nod before putting your face into his chest.

Cold air hits your thighs as you breach the exit of the apartment complex. A gasp escapes your throat and goosebumps immediately cover your body. A small chuckle escapes the figure holding you. He sets you down on the grass, far out of the reach of the fire engulfing your home. You open your eyes to look upon your savior as he kneels down to remove his mask. When he does, the world seems to move in slow motion like one of those stupid commercials.

He's simply breathtaking, from his perfect blue eyes to the well groomed beard that graces his face. "You alrigh' luv?" he asks, reaching out a gloved hand to your shoulder. His voice shakes you out of your daze, back to the harsh reality that you are half naked on the grass outside the crumbling building you used to live in.

It's such a simple question, but after everything you've just been through, it hits like a ton of bricks and tears begin to well up in your eyes again. "Thank you" you hiccup out between sobs, holding tightly onto the hand on your shoulder. He grabs you and brings you into a tight embrace. The world stops, there's no more yelling, no more burning buildings, no more sirens. Its just you and him.

"Cap? You good?" a voice breaks through your fantasy, and you whip your head around to see yet another beautiful man. This one sporting a mohawk and beautiful hazel eyes. "All good here Soap, go." your savior commands. "Soap?" you croak, a huff of a laugh escaping you. Looking back to the man holding you together, a soft smile crawls upon your lips. "Ha, yeah. Long story. You never answered me luv, you alright?" he asks, pulling away slightly to look you over, suddenly realizing just how exposed you were.

Immediately he takes off his jacket and lays it on you, offering you some small form of coverage. "'M alrigh" you respond, breathless. Truth be told, you were far from alright, but that was all you could muster. The man smiles at you and begins to get up, but before you can think you reach out and pull him back, "please... please don't leave" you whisper. His eyes widen ever so slightly, before he holds you back. "Alrigh' luv I won't leave you, cmon'" he smiles, scooping you back up and taking you to the back of the ambulance.

Setting you down in the back, he readjusts the jacket to cover your lower half before looking back up into your eyes, "Names John" he says. You look up into the eyes of the man who just saved your life, "John" you say, testing out the feeling of his name on your tongue. "That's it luv, don't wear it out now ya 'ear?" he murmurs into your ear before finally untangling himself from you. A small whine escapes your throat at the loss of contact, and a blush rises up your face as you realize that he definitely heard it. He chuckles, "alrigh' love, I need to go back to my team, will you let the paramedics check you out?" he asks, looking deep in your eyes. You swallow thickly and nod, "will you come back?" you whisper, your face growing redder by the second. "Of course, luv" he says before cupping your cheek and smiling. He drops his hand, offering you one last smile before saying, “take good care of her eh Gaz?”. He turns his back and jogs back to the firetruck.

The paramedic begins to check you out, tending to your hand. He’s also good looking; tall, muscular and sporting a baseball cap. You notice he also has a slight accent. As he grabs the gauze to wrap your hand he says, “so you didn’t pay attention in school huh?” The remark catches you off guard and you simply blink in confusion at the man, did he really just ask you that? “You shouldn’t grab metal in a fire” he chuckles, finishing your hand and giving you a pat on the shoulder.

“Guess not huh” you respond sheepishly. Not only were you almost burnt to a crisp but now you’re getting chastised for not remembering elementary school training. “Ah, we all forget things in the moment. You’ll be ight” he smiles, placing his med kit back in the ambulance. You look down at the jacket covering your bare legs, it reads in all caps “PRICE”. John Price.

Johns smiling face rounds the corner just as Gaz finishes cleaning up, “how she lookin’ kid?” he asks, looking at you. “Ah she’ll be ight cap” Gaz responds, taking the unspoken hint to slip away and leave you two alone. You absentmindedly flex your hand, the feeling of the gauze on your hand unfamiliar and coarse.

“You alright sweetheart?” John kneels to be closer to your height, his eyes looking deep into yours. “Much better now. I don’t think I’ll ever forget to not touch metal” you laugh weakly. His laugh surprises you, deep and rich. The wrinkles by his eyes deepen as he laughs.

Now that the immediate threat of dying was over, you began to notice just how attractive John was. His muscles rippling underneath the tight long sleeve made your head spin. Or maybe it was the smoke inhalation. You could make out the salt and pepper greys in his beard and hair. And to top it all off, his beautiful blue eyes. You could get lost in them, you were lost in them.

A hand waves itself infront of your face and snaps you back to reality. You’d been caught and you blushed feverishly. “Luv?” John asked, “I asked ya a question.” “Oh ah uh. Sorry. Adrenaline” you answer, eyes darting to the concrete below, trying desperately to hide your face. “I asked if you got somewhere to stay?” He questions again. “Oh. Uhm. Yeah I can get a hotel.” You say, not quite sure how you’ll afford it but you really don’t have any option. “Well then, we’ll take ya” John smiles, holding out his hand.

You grab his hand and move his jacket so it’s resting on your shoulders. He leads you back to the fire truck where the rest of his crew is waiting. “Cap?” A man in a balaclava asks. “Were just taking.. hmm didn’t catch your name luv” John looks over to you. “Oh it’s Y/N” you say, blushing once again. “Beautiful. We’re dropping Y/N off a hotel” John states, recieving nods from his crew.

The ride there is quiet, John driving, the smell of smoke suffocating the cab of the truck. All the men looked exhausted, the one they called soap dozing off. But the man in the balaclava never took his eyes off you, never waivered. You found him odd, his stare unsettling you a bit.

When you finally make it to a hotel Soap wakes and opens the door for you, where John is waiting to help you down. He leads you into the lobby and before you can speak he says “one room for the lady please” to the receptionist. The woman behind the desk smiles and says, “sure thing John” before sliding him a key.

“But wait- I need to pay!” You exclaim. John simply laughs and extends his hand out again to lead you to your room. “No need to worry luv, this is on me” he smiles. You could get lost forever in that smile, would do anything to get to see it. The walk to your room seeming all too short, he drops your hand to unlock the door and holds it open for you.

“Get some rest alright?” He says, looking down at you. All the adrenaline has evaporated from your body and all you can think about is how comfortable that bed looks. You look up to him and whisper, “thank you.” He smiles again, before gesturing you inside. “Sleep well, luv’” he murmurs before closing the door and leaving you in the darkness of the hotel room.

You don’t even remember crawling into bed or even falling asleep. When you wake, you’re comfortably in bed still in John Prices jacket.

[letters-from-past-me]

this is the first post, dated april 30, 2022. i started this on a whim after seeing my own scheduled shitpost, that i had tagged "future me how we doin'". i wonder if ill be able to keep this up with my track record of starting bomb projects that just die. @boop-le-snoot !

coronavirus restrictions are completely lifted, but there's a war in ukraine. you're volunteering quite a bit. even debate picking up a gym (ew) membership because you're just so angry. you're also so, so, so close to your goal which seems almost counter-productive since you've abandoned putting in any real effort in it.

you spend a lot of time listening to deftones and led zep. "rocket skates" & "dazed and confused - live edition" are playing at least five times a day each. you've also developed a bubble tea obsession even though you only get the juicy boba (and gag every time they refuse to burst). work, for some reason, is slow.

the air is pregnant with war. you want to lose a few pounds, your body is becoming womanly and round as you're hitting the quarter of your life and you can't really relate to that. you're still 16 and angry. always angry. even your face is angry, as evidenced by the sudden flare-ups of nodular acne - just like that, it's showing you that your anger has nowhere to go.

since you've started to lucid dream (waking up at five and then at seven, eyeroll) again, the dreams are kinda funky. but they make sense, in a way. you can control them. not like you used to, but you're getting there. this morning you summoned something and even sort of steered the dream in the right direction.

are you lonely?

are you lonely?

are you lonely?

i know you'll say no. and i respect that. i respect, most of all the things, your resilience. im teaching you self-acceptance right now, and it's- it's not working, but it is. this discomfort is just growing pains. that's what i tell myself anyways.

me and you, we trade in secrets, right? so we keep secrets even from ourself. they fester, but we have grown to be comfortable in the pus and mold and rot.

i wonder if you have done something about it. getting closer to the big 30 is terrifying when you still haven't outgrown your training wheels, and at this point, it's a probability that they've fused right into your flesh.

i wonder if they got torn off, blood and gore. i wonder if it was war.

thank you for being interesting enough for me to live.

[grapefacegrfa]

I started writing this at 1:24 in the morning and I have finished at 3:12am. A wise choice? No. Do I care? Also no.

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"Happy Birthday" [I got lazy with the title, but I wrote a lot here. Gimme a break lol]

Scenario: It's your birthday, and the turtles are here to celebrate it with you! (I wrote this mainly because of my birthday coming up on the 23rd lmao)

Pairing: ROTTMNT Leo (Romantic), Mikey (Platonic), Donnie (Platonic), and Raph (Platonic) x GN! Introvert Reader

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff :]

Yet another year of existence. You hadn't ever really seen your birthday as super important (not to say you completely disregarded it of course), so you weren't even sure what to do for the occasion. You certainly didn't expect to wake up to a phone call, and it definitely caught you off guard when you heard Mikey's loud voice shortly after you answered said call. "WHERE YOU AT, SON?!" After a few short moments of just trying to get your thoughts together, it hit you; you had plans to meet up with the turtles in the lair this morning. Well, it was more so that they had plans and kinda pulled you into them, but you didn't mind that in the slightest. You quickly got ready and rushed out the door.

After a little while, you arrived at the abandoned, usually dimly lit subway station. Yet instead of just 2 the normal dull lights, there was a small string hanging from the ceiling with a small paper note attached to it that read, "Pull me." You did as the note instructed and upon pulling it, you were met with a loud POP and small bits of confetti falling from the ceiling. Shortly after the loud noise, the turtle brothers walked into the room. At least all of them except for Leo. All three of them told you short happy birthday wishes before Mikey gently grasped onto one of your wrists. Allowing the box turtle to lead you out of the room, he pulled you into the garage where you both were met with two large canvases and many buckets of paint.

The two of you started out with just painting while listening to soft music playing from a boom box on the other side of the room, but it somehow turned into a battle with paint. Well, "somehow" meaning that you accidentally flicked a few small drops of paint onto Mikey's face, which escalated into flicking paint at each other. You both eventually called a truce on your light hearted fight and Mikey stopped you before you could attempt to help him with the mess. "Don't worry about it! I've got this covered. You go on and hang out with Raph in the living room." You glanced at the youngest turtle with a soft grin and gave him a quick side hug before thanking him and leaving the room.

Thankfully you had an apron on, but you still had paint over other parts of your body, including your face. You usually wouldn't care much, but you didn't wanna hang out with Raph looking like a rejected pointilism painting. After quickly washing off your hands and face in the bathroom, you made your way into the living room. Raph was sitting on the ground in front of the projector screen and turned his head towards you, a soft and toothy grin on his face. "Hey, Y/N. Ready to have your ass kicked in Smash Bros?" You chuckled a bit and sat down next to you, picking up one of the controllers. "You're on, Raph."

You ended up beating Raph in Smash Bros. And Mario Kart. And even a couple of rounds on Just Dance. Exhausted, you both settled on playing a game that was more chill and way less competitive: Minecraft. About another hour had passed and Raph saved the game, standing up to shut off and put away the console. "I don't wanna take up much more of your time since you've got two other people to visit with. Though I think Donnie's wanting to chat with ya first because Leo's got something real special for ya apparently." You gave Raph a short hug and walked off to the door of Donnie's lab.

Shortly after knocking on the door frame, Donnie spoke up and told you to come into the room. Walking into the lab, you saw them tinkering with a small gadget. They gestured for you to sit down in the swivel chair next to them, not taking their eyes off of what they were working on. You fidgeted with your hands as you watched them work, handing them the tool they needed when they asked you to hand it to them. A few moments of silence passed before you decided to hesitantly ask Donnie what they were making. Donnie didn't answer right away, but they turned to you before they did. "I've heard you've been having problems with sensory overload quite frequently," Donnie then picked up the small, cube-shaped gadget and handed it to you, "so I made you something that may assist you with said issues."

At first glance, it looked like a regular fidget cube. However, once you pressed one of the tiny switches, the color of the cube turned a royal blue with tiny rainbow dots that slowly blinked on and off, giving the appearance of stars. Or more like Christmas lights. Pressing the numerous buttons and knobs did various things, ranging from changing the color of the tiny "lights" to making quiet, yet satisfying noises. "It's rather simple compared to most things I usually make, but-" You cut them off. "That's not a problem at all, bud. The fact that you took time out of your schedule to make me something so wonderful is more than enough. Thank you." Donnie had smiled at that and reached a hand up to give you a fist bump before gesturing you out of the room. "I believe Leo's done with his "surprise" by now," they stated while doing the finger quote thing that people do. You nodded and walked out of the lab, walking down the hallway to your boyfriend's room.

You were excited to see Leo the most. You obviously enjoyed spending time with the other turtles, but Leo had always made you feel happy in a eay you didn't think you ever could. Even before the two of you started dating, there was something about him that always made your heart flutter. Standing in front of the curtain, you knocked softly on the wooden doorframe. Instead of hearing him tell you to walk in, the curtain opened to reveal your boyfriend standing in front of you with a wide grin on your face. One of his hands gently pulled yours upward. "It's lovely to see you, gorgeous," he muttered before placing a soft peck on the back of your hand. A soft giggle escaped from your lips and you cupped his cheek in your hand, your thumb caressing the red crescent on the side of his face. Leo's usual smirk softened into a dopey grin as he melted into your touch. "Saved the best for last, huh?" "Well, I figured you weren't done with whatever you were doing..." You leaned up to kiss the edge of his beak, "but yeah. I did." After a few short moments of enjoying your touch, Leo gently pulled your hand away. "Wait here for a bit. I gotta go grab something."

Leo dashed out of the room and you sat down on the edge of his bed, looking around the room as you patiently waited for the turtle in blue to return. Glancing over at one of the walls, you saw his katanas leaning against the corner and a piece of paper on the shelf where he kept his comics. Before you could stand up to go over and glance at the paper, your lover had already returned with his arms behind his back. You tilted your head a bit, but he instructed you to close your eyes. You did so and you felt him place something in one of your palms. Once Leo told you to open your eyes, you looked down at your hand to see a small key chain from [insert hyperfixation/special interest/favorite form of media here]. A wide grin graced your face and you looked up at your boyfriend. "How did you know?" "That's easy. You were talking to me a couple of weeks ago about something new you'd been getting into, so I remembered that for future reference." The one time you had told him about it was when you where going off on a ramble and/or just didn't thinking he was listening, yet he remembered a small detail you stated in a conversation between the two of you. You stood up to pull your lover into a soft embrace, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Thank you. Mainly for always putting up with my tangents, but the fact that you remembered something so minor like that is so sweet." Leo pulled away and placed a hand under your chin to turn your face towards his. "I don't just "put up" with your tangents. I love hearing you ramble and I love your voice. I wish you'd quit apologizing for that because I promise you it's nothing you have to apologize or feel bad for." The red eared slider placed a soft kiss on your forehead before interlocking one of his hands with yours. "There's one more thing I've got for you before we go back out there."

Instead of leaving the room, Leo walked over towards his bed and grabbed a small box off of the bottom shelf above his bed. He opened the box, revealing a small metal ring with a tiny blue heart on it. "I swear this isn't what you probably would initially think it is. Especially since we're still pretty young and whatnot. I got that for you as more of a promise I guess? Like a promise that Im always here for ya. I know I'm not really a words guy or the best gift giver, but I also picked up on the fact that you'd been doing research on gemstones and stuff, so I had Donnie help me pick one out and they suggested sodalite because it helps with self-esteem or something and-" You cut him off by wrapping your arms around him yet again and smashing your lips against his. Leo melted into it, gently grasping onto your waist. The kiss was pretty short, but very sweet. "It's perfect, Leo." He looked down at you with a lovesick grin. "Well, you're prefect, Y/N." You both could've and most certainly would've stayed in each other's arms for the rest of the evening if it weren't for the fact that Mikey yelled at the two of you to meet everyone else in the kitchen right at that moment to have cake.

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This was stuff that I came up with pretty much right on the spot with little to no planning other than self indulgent stuff, which I'm sure is kinda obvious lmao

Anywhizzle, I may end up rewriting this at some time in the future if and when I ever feel like it. Who knows though hngnfksksbskd

[froggibus]

it’s time for obey me christmas,, u can pick whoever but i am holding u at gunpoint for mammon to be in there somehow ok ok thank u bye

Obey Me! + Christmas

Includes: Mammon, Levi, Beel, Belphie

Genre: fluff headcanons!

Word Count: 650

Summary: how would Christmas Day go with the boys

CW: fluff, mammon being a bastard (affectionately), levi being a crybaby, beel force feeding you?? belphie being sleepy + kinda suggestive (levi's)

thank you for the request my liege I hope it is up to par. also thank you for feeding my christmas brain rot..we’re skipping halloween this year and going straight to christmas. also I have horrible Leviathan brain rot rn oops

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Mammon:

definitely the type to shake all of his presents before Christmas 

gets everyone the cheapest presents ever too 

enjoy your keychain and pack of gum

he lowkey spoils you tho

like half the gifts under the tree are for you 

definitely wakes up at like 5am on Christmas morning like a little kid 

“darlin’ wake up”

try to ignore him and go back to sleep? that’s ok he’ll just drag your ass down the stairs 

ranks the gifts he gets based on how expensive they are and keeps that list as a guide for shopping next year 

hits the rum and eggnog a little too hard and gets kinda weepy towards the end of the night

“y/n you’re the best gift I coulda ever asked for”

will deny it the next day though

Levi:

also would shake all of his presents (but very carefully in case there’s any figures in there yk)

is still awake early but not nearly as early as Mammon 

weirdly thoughtful with his gifts??

like will get you something that the two of you can do together even tho it’s probably something he’s interested in lol

wants you to sit in his lap while you open presents and will whine if you try to move 

“but y/n we have to spend the holidays together” “and that means I have to be touching you at all times??”

immediately retreats to his room after opening gifts so he can play with his new stuff 

you try to get him to spend time with you but mans is hyper focused on his new game 

so you just end up going to hang out with his brothers in the kitchen and get sloshed off of rum and eggnog

of course this ends with Levi being a whiny jealous brat until you give him special attention 

Beel:

could care less about the presents tbh

if you wrap them too nicely tho he can and WILL try to eat them

lucifer def makes some kind of weird breakfast casserole for Christmas 

and Beel only wakes up once he smells that cooking 

even though he doesn’t really care about them he still gets you a gift 

probably something really sweet too like candy

he uses the holidays as an excuse to eat absolutely everything in sight 

but also wants you to try everything with him so he can spend time with you

will just be force feeding you bites of different fancy foods he bought specifically for Christmas 

doesn’t matter if you say you’re full 

“baby you just have to try this it’s so yummy”

there are no leftovers because he just eats them all once everyone is done 

he carries you to bed when you inevitably fall into a food induced coma 

cuddles you and rubs your tummy all night

Belphie 

MATCHING PJS!!!

like he would get you them to unwrap on Christmas Eve so you guys could wake up all cute n matching on Christmas 

he sleeps like the dead but he’s so excited that he’s actually up before you??

he gently shakes you awake even if he is really excited 

would probably bring his blanket downstairs and wrap you guys in it while you sit on the couch together 

he’s very sleepy and cuddly since he was up early so expect him to be resting his head on your shoulder/lap

would get you something you hadn’t even told him you wanted cause he just knows from your dreams or whatever 

you’re really emotional about it too 

once gifts/breakfast is done he’s back in his room to take a nap

you come with him tho even if you’re not tired and just lay your head on his chest

he manages to stay up pretty late for you

you guys just play board games with the family until it’s time to go to bed

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[allywritesforfun]

no thoughts just quackity brain rot

imagine quackity being his usual loud self but accidentally waking reader up and reader comes in super sleepy wanting to see what all the commotion is and he immediately melts and is super soft with them, immediately resulting in the ppl he’s in vc with and chat teasing him

sorry if this is bad but it’s all i can think ab rn

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I love this 🪡 anon!! thank you for the request!

{Commotion} Quackity x Reader

pronouns: they/them

word count: 650

trigger warning: swearing

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"What was that?" You mumbled to yourself, still half asleep. You fell asleep what feels like a couple hours ago. You woke up to something, but you were too unaware to realize what is was. It was for sure a sound, but you had no clue what it was. You felt around the bed behind you, empty.

That was weird. Your boyfriend, Quackity, fell asleep right next to you. You started to get up, wondering if he fell again.

"JESUS FUCK!" You heard Quackity yell from the basement.

There's no way he's streaming this late at night.

"I SWEAR TO GOD GEORGE IF YOU-"

You stopped listening. It was too early in the morning to be this loud. You wrapped a loose blanket around you and slid into your slippers. You gently rubbed your eyes as you headed down the hallway, and down the stairs.

Quackity's streaming room door was slightly cracked open, allowing some warm light to peek through. You gently pushed it open, barely making a sound, "Quack?"

He spun around in his chair, throwing his headset on the table, "y/n! What are you doing up?" You gestured towards his set up. "Oh! Did I wake you up?" You nodded. "Baby, I'm so sorry. Go back to bed, I'll be quieter."

"Why are you even streaming this early? It's like, 2:45," You asked him.

"George wanted to play some games and he's always up late for us so we decided that we would play with him for his regular time," Quackity explained, throwing his headset on. "Sorry guys, I woke up y/n. Maybe we should play a different game?"

You peaked over his shoulder to read chat:

WHAT A SIMP

imagine making everyone change the game because you can't control your volume

simp

simp

simp

guys that's lowkey cute how considerate he is

simp

simp

You smiled to yourself. Quackity really was your simp. The second you walked in, he calmed himself down and changed his vibe to match your sleepiness.

"Guys stop!!!" He begged his chat. "You would simp too, don't act like you wouldn't...yeah I can get them on," Quackity looked back at you, "The rest of the Feral Boys want to know if you could talk real quick."

You nodded, "Yeah, sure. Not for long though."

He unplugged his headset, the sound of laughter filtered through the PC speaker.

"y/n! y/n!" George yelled.

"Not so loud dude!" Quackity demanded. "They just woke up, calm yourself."

"Sorry," George mockingly replied. "How do you feel about your boyfriend leaving you to stream with me?"

You shrugged, deciding to play along, "I would leave him too if you wanted to stream with me, Gogs."

Everyone in the VC laughed at your response, except Quackity. "That's not funny! That's not funny!" He rebutted.

You chuckled to yourself, "It kinda was."

"Yo! y/n is popping off?" Karl asked.

You smiled, "Maybe a little bit, I would love to 'pop off' to bed though."

"Wait y/n!" Sapnap called. "Can you commentate one round of Fall Guys? It would make great content for our streams!"

You nodded, understanding that it was an abnormal time for them to stream and needed something different to happen to lurer viewers back on. You pulled up a chair next to Quackity, his arm fell around your shoulders.

He muted himself, "I'm sorry for waking you up."

"It's okay," You assured him. "It's not like it happens every night. Besides, it's a nice change of pace."

He rubbed the back of your hand, "I promise I'll be quieter next time I stream this early."

You smiled at him, "Don't worry about it, really. I would've eventually noticed you weren't in bed and woken up anyways."

"You're so cute," He reminded you. "I'm gonna kick ass at Fall Guys."

You shook your head, "Didn't sound like you were before."

"Shh..."

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[vamp8687]

Howdy, I hope you're well!

Can we get what dating Vincent is like or sfw alphabet with Vincent?🙏 please and many many thanks 🖤

Ofc you can!!❤️🖤❤️🖤 This is the first sfw alphabet I’ve done so I hope it’s good.

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Requested by @sirstompely 🖤

I try to make everything as gender neutral as possible, the gifs are always a bit off but I hope you enjoy🖤❤️🖤❤️

Vincent Sinclair, Sfw alphabet

A= Affection (how much affection do their give to their s/o?)

Vincent wouldn’t really be used to affection, he wouldn’t be the best at physical affection at first, but after a while he would warm up to you. Affection in general he would try his best!! He wants you to feel safe and loved 🥺

B= best friends (would they be friend with their s/o beforehand?)

No.

Vincent has had his eye on you since you walked into Ambrose🥰

He was insecure though… usually people liked Bo more… he was handsome, and Vincent in his mind was just the ugly twin..💔 (NOOOO VINCENT YOUR BEAUTIFUL😭)

When he found out that you liked him back.. he was so so so so SO happy☺️

C= cuddling (if they do cuddle how and when do they cuddle their s/o?)

Again like I said he isn’t used to physical affection😭 but he loves cuddling you thought ❤️

if you were ever have it something like a anxiety attack, Vincent would understand having probably experiencing them himself, so be prepared for lots and lots of cuddles from Vinny🥰

He also likes to cuddle you when you two are going to sleep, so when you wake up in the morning he is the first thing you see😌

When he fights with Bo, vinny could also use some cuddles from you🖤

How he cuddles ⬇️

D= domestic (can they cook or clean?)

Vincent isn’t an amazing cook but he can put together a few dishes, sometimes you would come home to a dinner he prepared for you or wake up to breakfast in bed☺️

Vincent can actually clean, I mean you kinda need to know if Bo and Lester are your brothers😤

E= effort (how much effort do they put into the relationship?)

This man, solid 10/10

He would pour his heart and soul into your relationship🖤

F= fear (how do their take care of their s/o being scared?)

Most importantly he would understand, this man fears things himself and he knows who’s to handle the situation😤💪

He would let you leap into his arms, as he strokes your hair and you two would stay in that position until you feel better.

If it was someone would made you feel like this though, you would get to see protective Vincent in action😎

He would make sure they die a very slow. Painful. Death.

He wouldn’t make them into a wax figure tho, they don’t deserve that 🙄 they deserve rotting away in Lester’s roadkill pit

G= gifts (what kind of gifs would they give their s/o)

He would definitely make you little wax sculptures or Jewelry😍😍😍

He would always be makeing them all the time for you, each one with its own special meaning🤧🤧(THIS MAN IS TO DAM CUTE😤)

H= hugs (how would they hug their s/o?)

Ofc he would!! All you need to do is ask❤️ like I said earlier this man isn’t to used to physical affection but he loves to hug you, to him he hopes his hugs make you feel safe and loved🥺

how he would hug⬇️

I= I love you (who would say it first?)

He has secretly been wanted to say it for a long time, but is to nervous…. But one day when you two are cuddling going to sleep, you feel him shift slightly. You look and see him sign ‘i love you y/n’…💖 (CURRENTLY SCREAMING RN) you smile and give him a kiss and tell him you love him to🤧😭

After that he says it to you all the time probably like 10 times a day and you love it 😊

J= jealousy (how jealous are they?)

Vincent wouldn’t get so jealous… more insecure 😓

A lot of people come into Ambrose and your job is to lure them in and get them to trust you.

He saw you talking to handsomer guys from the shadows and he wouldn’t feel jealous just insecure 😞

In his mind he would be think ‘they are better for them’ ‘they deserve them not me’….😔 (NOOO VINNY😭)

All it takes for him to feel better though is when you reassure him that you wouldn’t leave him for anyone ❤️

K= kisses (are they a good kisser? Who gave the first kiss? How do you kiss?)

After him was comfortable with his mask being off around you, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him!! But in his mind… he was a nervous wreck🥺 he has never kissed anyone before and doesn’t know how to.. what if you leave him if he can’t do it right…

You help him through the first few little kisses then after a while, he gives you Little Pecks all the time!🥰

He likes to kiss you all over your face so he can watch you giggle😫

And whenever you two made out they would be long slow passionate kisses

How he kisses⬇️

L= little ones (do they want children? If so how many?)

He would be nervous at first of the idea of having kids but after a while he would like the idea.

He wouldn’t want a lot probably only 1.

You and Vincent have 1 boy together and Vincent is one of the best dads❤️

He would teach your son how to make little wax figures and he would definitely put them in the house of wax, if your child looks like His then Vincent would assure him that he doesn’t need a mask and he’s beautiful the way he is

Your son has the best uncles, Bo would teach he how to fight and use a shotgun much to Vincent’s disliking😂 and Lester would bring home him gifts he would find on the side of the road and take him out on drives all the time😚

M= mornings (how are mornings like with them?)

Mornings with Vincent would be sweet and calm

You would wake up in his arms and then he would make you breakfast 🥺💖

After that you would shower and do your makeup (if you wear it)

If you do wear makeup be prepared to be watched the whole time you do it Vincent loves watching you doing your makeup

After that he would need to go and work on his wax figures 🖤

N= nights (how are nights like with them?)

Nights with Vincent are interesting…

If there’s a victim in town you’ll have to get use to Vincent not being at your side 😔 he would need to help Bo chase them down, which would cause ALOT of noise so you wouldn’t even get sleep🙄

After they had killed the victim, Vincent would go to your room and get in bed with you, “Vinnyyyyy” you groan. He looks at your tired scrunched up face and cuddles you to make you feel better😪 ‘sorry’ he signs. You knew he had to do his job but you hated the fact that it would have to be in the middle of the night

On other occasions wear he wouldn’t have someone he needed to chase, you two would just cuddle each other to death and fall asleep in each others arms, quite simple as that

O= open (how open would they be with their s/o)

Vincent would have a hard time opening up but after hearing you open up, it was his turn.

He would tell you about the childhood abuse and his face and everything he hated about himself😢

You would hug him and reassure that your always there if he needed to talk❤️

P= playful

He’s not overly a playful person.

He is quite shy and calm whenever your around him but that doesn’t mean he isn’t playful sometimes 😚

Q= quizzes (how much do they remember about their s/o?)

Vincent would remember everything. Every word that comes out of your mouth he cherishes🥰

If ever tell him something important about you or your past he would never forget it.

R= remember (what’s one of their favourite moments in your relationship)

Vincent would never forget the time you stood up for him against Bo.

Bo was being a dick as usual and started yelling at Vincent for not killing one of their victims sooner. You walked in and saw how Vincent was practically shaking… Bo always gets angry but this time it was really bad.. you went up to him and pushed him away from Vincent (like bitch you got a problem-🤺)

Bo now angry looked at you the veins popping outta his neck.. (sorry I couldn’t help but laugh while writhing that😭😂) “awh’ look at that vinny.. you gotta’ get your little gf/bf to protect you.. fuckin’ weak…” he laughs bitterly

But then it was his turn to be scared. You stared screaming at him for yelling at your boyfriend like that, then you punched him right in the nose and brought Vincent up to your bedroom for some cuddles 🤗

S= Security (how safe are you with them? How protective are they?)

Vincent would be quite protective over you

He knew how to defend himself, and he definitely knows how to protect you🥵

He would always get nervous when victims came into Ambrose, he didn’t want you getting hurt and if you ever did he would definitely blame himself for it☹️

If you were ever attacked by one of his victims then, uM LoRd HavE MercY on them🚶‍♂️

He usually doesn’t show his protectiveness but definitely thinks about you and your safety 24/7

R= random (something randomly cute they do?)

He gives tons of Eskimo kisses 😫 (this is so cute istg-)

Doesn’t matter who’s watching or where you are- he will give you tiny Eskimo kisses🥺🥺

If you look close enough he would definitely be blushing under his mask😭💖

best gif I could find ok 😭

U= ugly (what are their bad habits?)

Poor little Vincent already has a habit of hidding his beautiful face away, 🥺 but he has others to

He bites his nails a lot… whenever he was feeling distressed ☹️

You would try to help by grieving him something else to do, like playing with your hair or hugs

V= vanity (how concerned are they for there looks?)

Vincent doesn’t care about looks

He wears the same thing everyday anyways

W= worrying (how much would he think/worry about you?)

Ohh Vincent is worried about you 24/7

He always is thinking about you

What if your hurt… or SAD… GASP… what if your lonely 😱

He spends most of his day making his wax figures and you spend most of your day lureing victims into Ambrose

He would definitely been worried about you

X= xtra (a random headcanon for them?)

He loves doing art with you

Even if your not good at it, he would enjoy every second of it❤️

Y= yuck (things they don’t like in general?)

Vincent HATED SWIMMING.🤚

Like he loathes it..

He hates swimming. He hates swimmers. He hates sand. He hates water. He hates the sun.

AND HE HATES THE BEACH.🤨

So don’t try getting him to swim, if you like swimming however.. he might be willing to go with you to watch AND ONLY WATCH!!

Z= zzzzzz (their sleep habits?)

Vincent SNORES!

You might be trying to sleep and he would be making weird ass noises.

👹

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I this was good, it was my first slasher sfw alphabet🖤

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⚠️Requests open⚠️

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[xenia-cenia]

Hello. I saw that you have open requests, and decided to send a request. Can I ask for headcannons for Mori Ougai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol and their Russian fem!s/o, who longs for her homeland? Please 🙏

““A/N- I don’t write for Mori - sorry! other than that i hope you enjoy :) uhhh nikolais got super long and fyodors is p short whoops

i do not speak russian so if some of the russian phrases i used in this are completely off please lmk so i can fix it 

-thank you everybody making nikolai gifs youve made my life significantly easier

-all right headcanon time

-the first time he sees you sad about Russia he kinda 

-makes fun of you for it

-its not that he doesnt understand

-really he gets it he just refuses to miss a chance to make fun of someone

-however if he sees you start to cry 

-or if you sniffle a bit 

-or really anything that suggests you’re really upset

-he drops the act instantly

-hes HUGE on physical touch so expect a hug as he whispers comforts in your ear

- “ Я так тебя люблю, лапочка.”

- “ Дом там, где ты, любовь моя”

-though he knows his words won’t do much

-so he goes on a mission

-straight up pauses everything for the angels of decay

-pisses off everybody in the organization

-”nikolai, you need to-”

-”no i dont”

-”NIKOLAI”

-he gets those packets of fake snow you can make

-terrorizes and steals buys a huge plot of land and decorates it to his liking

-its a disaster

-he doesnt know how to use fake snow and kinda just improvises

-has a radio hidden behind a tree with music he heard a lot in Moscow

-maybe sorta kinda kidnapped some people from Russia to make the experience more ‘authentic’

-anyway

-you woke up one morning in the woods

-which is weird because you dont typically wake up in the woods

-you were on guard and nikolai jumped out from behind a bush, leading you further into the woods with literally no explanation

-he blindfolds you too

-so youre just out of it

-when he takes off the blindfold you looked around and felt your heart race

-people were talking in Russian, your favorite songs were playing somewhat quietly and the trees were covered in fake snow

-the two of you danced and spent the night laughing

-would gladly set up a big night up like this whenever you want

-really would do almost anything if it makes you smile

-(he may or may not be planning a trip back to russia for your birthday... you didnt hear it from me tho)

-he doesnt get it

-its a place. how do you miss a place

-but whatever if youre upset youre upset

-and this is a problem he can solve

-youre coming home from a long day of work and all of a sudden your vision turns black

-when you wake up you instantly recognize the scent of rotting fish

-people are drinking alcohol like their lives depend on it

-you swear youve just seen that bridge before

-it all clicks when you hear someone shouting at their kid in russian

-your head starts to spin as you realize where you are

-without much thought you take off in a sprint to your old apartment and bust through the door

-its just as messy as before

-you wobble in the doorway before collapsing into a mess of tears 

-”why are you crying, love?” his voice wraps around your head “this is what you wanted, no?”

-”oh... fyodor...” you wiped the tears away and assured him that it was tears of happiness

-he nodded and rested his head against your shoulder letting you take in the sights

-”what about work?” you mustered “the decay of-”

-“hush, love,” his voice was calming, “a break is what you need”

-”Ты - лучшее, что когда-либо случалось со мной.”

-”Ты крадешь у меня слова, моя страсть.”

[flannel-cladpika]

Say You Won’t Let Go - Aizawa x F!Reader

A/N: Based off of James Arthur’s song: “Say You Won’t Let Go”. This idea came to me in the wee hours of the night and I was up until 5am writing most of it, just trying to get it all down.

Warning(s): (Accidental) Underaged drinking, Tooth rotting fluff.

Aizawa Shouta was never a party guy. Hizashi had dragged him to a stupid senior party at some classmate’s mansion. Honestly, Aizawa just wanted to go home. He hated the loud music and throngs of dancing people. At least tomorrow wasn’t a school day, so he wouldn’t have to deal with waking up his friend to get to class on time.

Being a third year at UA,  Aizawa was more focused on his studies and getting his sleep. He didn’t care about making friends, seeing as other people were just annoying and noisy. Hizashi was only his friend because the guy was persistent as hell.

Everyone was drinking, since someone’s older sibling had supplied alcohol. The black-haired teen had had eight cups of punch before he started to feel a bit woozy and someone finally let him know the punch was spiked. He internally groaned at the prospect of a hangover in the morning, but his rationality wasn’t really in control anymore. 

He headed over to a couch and sat down, hoping to get his head on straight before ditching the dumb party. He happened to sit next to a girl that he recognized as being from the Support Course; you. 

You had a cup of punch in hand and looked to be fairly buzzed, possibly even straight up drunk with the way you were swaying and humming mindlessly.

You looked over at your fellow classmate, seeming to vaguely remember him from having to work on his hero suit. 

Aizawa was about to get up, not really wanting to interact with anyone at the moment, when he felt a tug on his sleeve. 

He turned around, looking back at you. “What do you want?” he asked, trying his best to think through the fog of alcohol. You smiled dreamily, eyes twinkling in the colored lights of the dark party. 

“D’you wanna dance w’me?” You asked, words slurring together.

The ravenette gave you the best ‘are you kidding me?’ look he could muster, but you didn’t seem to notice or care.

Aizawa sighed, nodding to you and giving into your request, mainly due to the punch clouding his mind. 

What the hell? It’s just one dance. Doubt a slow song will be on anytime soon, so we should be good. He thought.

You tugged at his arm, leading him towards the dance floor, starting to jam to the music and singing along to the song. Aizawa chuckled at your antics, finding it kinda cute. You looked at him, grabbing his wrists and trying to get him to dance with you. He laughed, about to tell you he changed his mind and would rather go back to the couch, when the song ended.

The music changed to a slow song and people started to pair up. 

You looked at Aizawa and held out your hand to him, wordlessly asking him to dance. 

He raised an eyebrow at your gesture, but took your outstretched hand anyway, pulling you into his chest as he placed his other hand on your waist.

You grinned gleefully and rested your unoccupied hand on his shoulder.

You both began to slowly sway to the music, talking comfortably as you danced together.

“What’s your name?” Aizawa asked first.

“(L/n) (Y/n). Think I ‘elped to ’ork on yur cos’ume. Ummm….Iwaza, righ’?” You said, trying to remember his name, only to be met with a chuckle from said male.

“My name is Aizawa Shouta. And yes, I’m in the Hero Course. Thanks for helping with my hero suit.” he said with a small upward tug of his lips.

You grinned proudly, sticking your nose up in the air,  pretending to be condescending. “Yu’r quite ‘elcome, sir. Gla’ I could be of service to youu.”

Another chuckle sounded from your dance partner. “You’re really tipsy, huh?”

You huffed, pouting up at the raven-haired boy. “Yu’r wrong. ‘M not t’psy, I’m just… wa’s the word again? Umm... HAPPY! Tha’s it! Happy. ‘M jus happy.” 

Aizawa laughed again at your unsuccessful attempt to speak without a slur. He wished he had a camera; this was just too funny. He hadn’t had this much fun in a while.

Eventually, the slow song came to an end, and you soon resumed dancing to the upbeat music. You smiled at the future hero, once again trying to get him to join you. He refused, saying he was going to get some water and sit down instead. You shrugged and let him be. 

Soon, you became tired from all the activity, and sat down in your previous seat on the couch. 

Aizawa was getting himself a second cup of water when he came back and saw you sitting next to his spot. He shrugged and drank the liquid before placing the empty cup on a table and walking towards you. 

“What, no more dance moves to show me?” he asked sarcastically.

You sighed. “Nope. Jus’ too t’red to keep movin’. M’be another t’ime.” you said, eyes starting to get droopy. 

Aizawa caught your shoulder before your head could hit his lap. 

“Great, now I’ll have to find someone to take you home.” he said, before slinging your arm over his shoulders and leading you around, hoping to find someone sober who knew which dorm you were in.

One girl told him the dorm name and room number, saying she lived next door to you. She said she couldn’t take you back, as she was going to be spending her day off with her family and wasn’t going back to the dorms. She gave the ravenette directions on a piece of paper and said goodbye before disappearing into the crowd without letting Aizawa get a single word in.

He groaned, looking at you in your barely conscious state. He sighed and started for the door, letting Hizashi know that he was leaving the party early.

As the cool night air brushed your face, you started to wake up a little, slowly becoming aware of your surroundings, but still having that bubbly, giddy feeling from the punch. You looked to your side to see the guy you were dancing with holding your arm over his shoulders. You blinked and gave him a quizzical look before he released the limb and looked at you. 

“Hey, (L/n). Can you walk home by yourself?”

Your expression was dazed, and you took a long pause before answering. “Yes, I can absolut’ly wak ‘ome by mu’self.”

He rolled his eyes. What was I thinking even asking that? That’s an obvious no.

He tugged your wrist, leading you forward and following the directions on the paper your neighbor gave him while you hummed to yourself.

Eventually, he made it to your dorm building, and walked you inside. The whole place seemed empty, which was to be expected, as most kids had either left to go home or were at the party.

He was going to leave you at your door, but saw that you were struggling with unlocking it.

Aizawa took the key from your hands and unlocked the door.

He was just about to call it a night and go back to his own place when he suddenly saw you bolting for the bathroom down the hall and started hearing gagging sounds.

He hurried over to the bathroom, finding you hunched over the toilet, vomiting into the bowl. He held your hair back, trying to think of what he should do. Should he rub your back? Tell you it’ll be okay? Get you some medicine? What was he supposed to do?! So, Shouta just sat there, holding back your hair as you threw up the alcohol from earlier.

Eventually, you seemed to have emptied out your stomach and slowly started to regain your breath. You sluggishly got up and brushed your teeth twice, trying to get rid of the acidic taste on your tongue.

Aizawa just watched you, still wondering what to do. Should he just leave? Make a quip? Not say anything at all? He felt like his thoughts were all jumbled and hazy. That stupid punch was making him lose the ability to think straight. 

After you were done rinsing your mouth with mouthwash, you turned around, looking over your shoulder at Aizawa. You giggled at his dazed and far-off look. It was so unlike him.

He saw your smile and heard your giggle, and for a minute, he felt the world stop spinning. The chaos in his brain was gone, and all he could see was you. The fluorescent lights made your hair look like silk and your eyes look like they had stars in them. Your laughter sounded warm and cheerful, and he was entranced by your bright smile. 

You looked beautiful.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but to be honest, he felt stone-cold sober at that moment. 

Then, you waved a hand in front of his face, and suddenly the spell was broken. He looked at you in surprise before shaking his head to rid himself of his previous thoughts. 

“You ok Aizawa?” you asked, confused by his behavior. 

“I’m fine, but I think you should go and get some rest.” he replied, getting up off the floor and washing his hands.

You wrapped your arms around him from the back, placing your chin on his shoulder. Aizawa halted his movements, unsure of what was happening.

“Can you stay over tonight?” you asked lazily, almost like a child asking a parent for candy. You were still quite buzzed at this point, and you started to dread the idea of being by yourself and being bored.

He shook his head, telling himself that you probably didn’t mean it like that. Today was the first day you two had even had a proper conversation.

You continued, not noticing Aizawa’s actions. “I’ll be soooooo bored. No one’s here to watch stuff with me or play games.” you said.

The dark-haired teen sighed exasperatedly as he removed your arms from around his waist. 

“(L/n), I already told you, I think you should rest up. You should probably drink some water too, so that you don’t become dehydrated. Ok?” he said, making sure to make eye contact with you to ensure that you heard him. You nodded.

“Ok. Good. Now, I’m going back to my dorm, so good night. And remember to drink water.” He said sternly, like a parent to their kid.

You nodded again and saw him out. You went to fill up a water bottle from the sink and then headed to bed. 

You woke up the next morning, barely able to remember a thing and with a hangover that made you wish you never woke up in the first place.

 -Timeskip-

Shouta had gotten to know you over the years, both you and he progressing in your own careers. He was a pro hero and managed to stay out of the limelight, while you had your own support items shop for people with self-harming or painful quirks. You were a licensed maker of support items, and he made sure that he always got his gear from you. He said it was because your shop was close by, but he really just wanted an excuse to see you. 

After he went pro and you opened your shop, he asked you out. It had been a long time coming, seeing as you both had really fallen for each other, and you both were waiting for the other to make a move.

He proposed to you after 5 years of dating. He'd taken you to a park that was near your shared apartment, and took a seat on you guys’ usual bench. 

“You wanna get married?” Aizawa asked nonchalantly, like it was a question about what you wanted for dinner.

Your eyes widened at the inquiry. Had he just..? No. You must have misheard him or something. Right?

“What did you just say?” You asked, trying to see if he was just teasing you. He’d said it so casually that you thought he had to be joking. 

“I said, do you wanna get married?” He replied, a sincere look on his face. He then pulled out a simple but elegant topaz ring. You smiled with tears in your eyes as you nodded your head, the words getting caught in your throat, before tackling him in a hug and kissing his slightly chapped lips. 

Aizawa smiled into the kiss. Although he didn’t show it, he’d been nervous about asking you. You were always there for him when he needed you the most, and he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing the same for you. He knew he’d love you even after taking his final breath.

The wedding was a quiet affair, a bit more western in style. Hizashi was Shouta’s best man, and you had Nemuri as your maid-of-honor. It was a small ceremony with a larger reception. You two both abstained from over drinking, instead stopping at about 2 or 3 glasses of champagne. The cake and all the food was prepared by Lunch Rush, and Hizashi DJ’d. When it came time for your first dance, Shouta took your hand in his and he led you to the center of the dance floor. 

“Ready, dear wife?” he asked, a smile playing at his lips.

“Of course, dear husband.” You replied, giggling at his words. You liked the sound of that.

As the night came to a close, you and your new spouse headed to the car outside, waving goodbye to everyone as you headed off for your honeymoon in Osaka. You both fell asleep in the backseat, exhausted from the day’s events, but happy to be married to the one you loved.

-Timeskip-  Years later

“Papa, what’re you doing?” a little 6-year-old girl asked her father as she ate her breakfast at the table, her black hair tied back so it wouldn’t get in her food.

“I’m making mama breakfast-in-bed with some coffee, Natsumi.” Aizawa answered his daughter, not looking up from the omelette he was making. The little girl suddenly grinned excitedly and looked at her paternal parent with hope in her (e/c) eyes. 

“Can I help?!” She nearly shouted, but then remembered you were still asleep upstairs and softly repeated, “Can I help?”

Shouta chuckled as he placed the food on a plate and then on a tray. He poured some coffee into your Eraserhead mug (which had taken you AGES to find online), and fixed it the way you liked. 

He turned to his eldest child and ruffled her hair a bit before saying, “Sorry kiddo, but papa’s already finished making it.”

The child’s expression fell. 

“But you can open the door for me to bring this to mommy.” he said.

Her face lit up as she hurried over to the master bedroom door, and turned the knob to open it for her father, who was carrying the tray over to you.

You heard the door open and slowly opened your eyes to see your loving husband and daughter standing there. You smiled sleepily.

“Is it my birthday?” you asked, still barely awake.

“No mama! Papa just wanted to make you some breakfast!” Natsumi said, energetic as always. 

“Oh? Well that was sweet of him.” you replied, looking over to your spouse.

He smiled softly and looked down at his daughter. “Natsumi, you should go get ready for school. And go make sure Daisuke is awake.” 

The little girl pouted but did as she was told, quickly running over to kiss your cheek and racing out of the room to go wake up her 5 year-old brother and get ready for school.

You smiled as your husband brought you the tray full of delicious-smelling food and a nice hot coffee.

“You know, I’m okay with taking the kids to school, Sho. You don’t always have to.” you said, taking a sip from your mug before biting into some toast.

Shouta leaned in and kissed your head. “I know, kitten. But I’m happy to do it. It’s one less thing for you to worry about. And besides, the elementary school is on my way to work anyway.” 

You sighed happily, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose in an eskimo kiss before touching your forehead to his.

“Thank my lucky stars that I met you at that party. What would I do without you in my life?” you said lovingly.

The man before you grinned and gave a small chuckle. “Funny. I was going to ask the same thing.” 

You leaned forward for a kiss, but was stopped with a finger to your lips. You looked at your husband, confused.

“I’m not kissing you when you have morning breath. Now, eat up and I’ll be back later today for lunch.” Shouta said, a small smirk on his face as he instead kissed your nose.

You stuck out your tongue and pouted as he backed away, annoyed by the rejection, but started eating the breakfast he’d made you since you didn’t want it to get cold.

He waved to you as he left and you blew him a kiss before he closed the door. You let out a contented sigh as you continued eating your food, happy with the fact that you were living your best life with the ones you loved.

-THE END-

A/N: Really tried my best with this one! Hope Aizawa isn’t too OOC. Anyway, hope you liked it! Thank you for reading!

[amjustagirl]

Hogwarts AU (Haikyuu!!)

feat. Kita Shinsuke

Previously: Miya Atsumu. Miya Osamu. 

Masterlist link here

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: Any other characters you’d like to see? Send me an ask! 

You knew of Kita Shinsuke, certainly - at least from your gigging girlfriends.

He’s known for his stellar grades (second only to your own) and his reserve position as the keeper on the Hufflepuff team. 

You found him serious and studious when you partnered with him once or twice in class.

But otherwise, you weren’t well acquainted with him. 

That all changed when you were appointed head boy and head girl respectively, and had to share an office for prefectorial duties. 

‘Shall I get started on the disciplinary reports due this week, or draft the allocation of duties for the month?’ You ask him when you met him to split up the work for the first time. 

‘Neither, I’ve done them both’, he replies curtly. A stack of reports in his neat, square handwriting drops in your lap.  

‘Oh’, you say lamely, feeling a little redundant. ‘Is there anything else I can help you with then?’ 

He shakes his head, a clear dismissal as he turns back to his work. 

He’s too high-handed, you complain to your friends. He takes charge of all briefings, tries to refuse your help for most tasks, only accepting when you archly remind him that you’re his peer, not his subordinate. 

He’s infuriating, you continue to complain. He doesn’t have a spark of humour in his eyes when you try to joke around with him, he’s stern and harsh with the other prefects, who all end up protesting to you. And worst of all - his grades are catching up to yours, slowly, steadily - your pride doesn’t appreciate him nipping at your heels. 

 You don’t dislike him. But you don’t like him either. 

That is - until you’re two months into your final year, and you’re off on a solo round one night. 

Your mind was full of the entrance requirements for the Healer course that was just released this evening that you completely forgot where you were (the side staircase between the ground floor and the second floor is tricky, even the first years know that) and stuck your foot right into the vanishing stair.  

It’s a full moon tonight. Your foot is stuck in the stair. All incontrovertible facts. It’s so late that you’ve long given up hope of anyone rescuing you until dawn, so you crouch on the stairs, head huddled in your arms, prepared to camp here until dawn. 

Anyone, that is - save for one Kita Shinsuke. 

He clears his throat, rousing you from your nap, and though you glance up with hope, you end up deflating when you realise it’s him. 

‘You didn’t report back after your round’, he says, the faintest shadow of a smile on his face as he looks down on you, uniform rumpled, eyes heavy with sleep. 

‘I kinda got stuck’, you admit, letting him pull you up, and you mutter a resentful thanks when he frees you from the accursed stairs. 

‘I can see that’, he chuckles, and you blink owlishly. 

Kita Shinsuke, laughing? You must be hallucinating. 

Still, for all his flaws, he’s a gentleman, insisting on walking you back to Ravenclaw tower. It’s such a shock to your system to find that he’s actually human that you find the courage to voice out your long held complaint that he’s not letting you do enough work, that it makes you feel redundant. 

He apologises earnestly. ‘I didn’t mean to do that - I’ve been so used to just tryin’ to do everythin’ by myself that I forget I’ve a partner to help me with this’. 

You accept his apology with a laugh, wishing him farewell and goodnight. 

As you get ready for bed, your face heats up for some reason when you think about him referring to you as his partner. You’re glad he didn't pick up on it.  

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That marks a turning point in your relationship with him. 

True to his word, Kita starts to treat you like his partner in all prefectorial tasks, splitting all tasks equally with you, seeking your counsel when he needs to. And you start to see why your friends giggled helplessly when you told them that he would be head boy, and would share an office with you. 

‘He’s hot!’ They protested, when you scolded them for being silly twits. 

And now, you have to agree - staring shamelessly at the sight of his broad shoulders filling out his quidditch uniform, his light grey hair tousled in the wind as he glides gracefully down on his broom towards you. 

‘Yachi-san forgot to get you to sign the report’, you tell him, waving the sheaf of papers at him. ‘And don’t scold her, she’s still terrified of you’. 

The younger girl still shakes whenever Kita speaks to her, and she even begged you on her knees to seek him out in her stead. You should be the one thanking her, you think amusedly, appreciating the sheen of sweat on his forehead, the proud curve of his neck as he signs the documents, giving you a wave as he returns back to practice. 

Then you discover he’s not as heartless as his demeanor led you to believe. 

‘Kita, what are on earth are you doing?’ You gasp at the sight before you. 

You heard some rustling in an empty classroom, and assuming it to be another amorous couple getting frisky (you would turn a blind eye, really but you’ve had to clean up after them far too many times for you to have lost your patience by now), you kicked the door open, only to be greeted by the absolutely adorable sight Kita Shinsuke surrounded by a whole gaggle of younger students seated in a circle around him. The younger kids giggle, and even Kita breaks into a smile. 

It turns out he’s been tutoring the weakest students in his downtime because, as he says - magic is hard for those not born into it, like him. Refusing to be left out, you join him in these tutoring sessions, cajoling him to hold it in your office, magicking up beanbags and cushions to make the entire tutoring session a much more comfortable affair. 

‘Well done!’ he exclaims in excitement as the shyest first year succeeds in casting a wingardium leviosa for the first time. 

‘Good work!’ he tells another second year approvingly, as she shows him her top marks for her transfiguration essay. 

Watching him take the whole brood of younger kids under his wing makes you look at him in a different light - a softer light, for the first time. 

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‘Would you like to go to Hogsmeade together?’ you ask him after a prefects’ meeting, as you walk back to your office together to gather your things. You’ve practised far too long in front of the mirror to channel your inner Gryffindor (even though you’re at heart, a studious Ravenclaw) to mess this up. 

‘Sure’, he responds without skipping a beat, and you grin, fist pumping behind his back. 

But when you turn up at Hogsmeade, the entire batch of final year prefects is there too. 

‘It was a good idea to have a batch outing’, Kita says, as he turns around to chat with Kiyoko from Gryffindor. 

Kuroo from Slytherin, who you hear would’ve been head boy if Kita didn’t beat him out, grins knowingly as he notices the lip gloss you used specially for this occasion, and even kind, funny Aran from Gryffindor bumps your shoulder sympathetically as you look utterly downcast for the rest of the afternoon. 

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You’re a Ravenclaw, for Merlin’s sake, so you take a hint, lick your injured pride, and stop any further romantic overtures towards one Kita Shinsuke. 

But when you notice his eyes growing tired, his hand faltering over another report he should’ve delegated to someone else, you shoo him stubbornly out of the office, pertly telling him it’s time to take his own advice and rest - or you’ll write to his grandma, and see if she doesn’t send him a howler to take care of himself. When he’s gone, you promptly take over the report, and in complete defiance of your own words to him, you keep yourself up all night finishing not just that report, but the rest of the reports on his plate for the week. 

It’s what a friend would do, you tell yourself, gritting your teeth and setting your quill viciously on an accounting report that bloody Daishou managed to push off to Kita instead of doing it himself. 

It’s dawn by the time you faceplant into the stack of reports you managed to plow through. 

‘Et tu, brutus’, he mutters when he finds you asleep on the desk the next morning, head still pillowed on the mountain of reports. His eyes crinkle at the edges when he gazes down at you, laughing softly when you shy away from his attempts to wake you.

‘Kita?’ you mumble, when he finally takes hold of your shoulder and gently shakes you awake. ‘Didn’t I tell you to go to sleep?’ 

Wait a minute. Is it morning already? 

You jolt awake, swiping the drool collecting at the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, flushing red in embarrassment at cool, collected Kita catching you like this. This is a bloody nightmare - you grab at your things, making hurried excuses to leave the room when he catches your wrist. 

‘Would ya want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?’ 

‘With the rest of the prefects?’ you mumble shamefacedly, not even noticing that he doesn’t let go of your hand. ‘Sure, I guess.’

Kita laughs again. Twice in a day, you note distractedly. Did you miss something in Astronomy class about the stars aligning with Jupiter or something? 

‘Nope, just with me.’ He tugs you towards him, standing so close your ears flame bright red. You’re sure that if he takes a step closer, your ears might explode. 

‘Kita?’ you stammer, unsure if you’re awake or lost in your dreams. 

‘I owe you an apology’, he says, eyes trained on your lips. 

It definitely isn’t a dream because oh Merlin you can feel his breath fan against your lips. 

‘I only realised you were askin’ me on a date the last time after Aran set me straight. And I’ve been waitin’ for the right moment to ask you out to set matters straight.’

‘You don’t have to - ‘ you squeak, but your words are swallowed by his mouth slanting hungrily against yours and oh gods you’re one of those couples you have to book for making out in school, aren’t you - but does it count if you’re doing it in the head prefects’ office - and wait, does this mean you have to book yourself -  

Then you lose all train of thought when Kita swipes his tongue into the seam of your mouth. Clinging to him for dear life, you tangle your fingers in his hair. 

‘I want to’, he promises, when you separate for breath. 

Your mind is still blank as you nod dumbly, agreeing to meet him at the Great Hall next weekend. You’re still touching your swollen lips, completely distracted that you don’t even notice the squeals and whispers in the corridors when he walks you to class, hand in hand.