#the perfectionist type of fucked up and no one's catching that he's fucked up

[princema-k]

IVE BEEN ENABLED. LETS FUCKING GO. long ass post time

BEWARE SPOILERS FOR AZRAN LEGACY/MIRACLE MASK/UNWOUND FUTURE!!!

FIRST THINGS FIRST: take everything i say with a grain of salt since im definitely foggy on a lot of story parts and am only vaguely aware of what happens during the prequel trilogy. also im bad with words. anywaysssss

I'd say the moment from the moment he got adopted and was separated from his family, he's repressed both his memories and his emotions as his survival tactic. Since he was a kid of around 6(?) being ripped away from his only sources of comfort and stability in his life would seriously tamper with his mental state.

All he would be able to feel at that point would be loss and grief; too much for any child to bear, meaning they'd likely just shut down emotionally to stop feeling the pain that they'd have no reprise from. His survival tactic has just been to forget he'd ever been hurt at all, and he wasn't exactly given many other options at this point in his life.

After that point though, nothing in his life further down the line has actually been better for him ever since he started repressing his emotions. Following the loss of both Randall and Claire, he's just further sunk himself in his emotional repression because he never learned better coping mechanisms (I don't believe we actually see him cry for either Randall, and I believe he's only cried for Claire at the end of UF). Repressing grief after grief on top of his own childhood.

Due to how much emotion we actually see him express in Unwound Future, that may have been him reaching his limit with how much he was able to repress, with several DECADES worth of emotions coming to the surface due to the game as a result of the personal stakes in the plot.

Hershel is a man who's obviously severely emotionally constipated, repressing everything he feels to appear very subdued (his anger is only slanted eyes and gritted teeth; happiness only a small smile or "haha"; sadness is slanted eyes again, even his crying at the end of UF was clearly him holding back I think).

Claire's death and how society perceives "gentlemanliness" - or sociably acceptable emotions for an upstanding member of society - likely just made this all worse for him. On top of unconsciously trying to protect himself, he's now also trying to play the part of a "true gentleman" since it's what he believes Claire sees him as or wants him to be.

He's such a broken character trying to put on a proper visage, and no one even sees it (or if they do, they're not bothering to help). It's pretty sad honestly.

ha ha ha wheeeee

if a total of Two (2) people are interested i will ramble abt my hcs abt layton's emotions

(individual smaller expressions under the cut!!)

bonus:

[minminyoonjii]

Hey! I would like to make a request of idol caregiver!stray kids x 9th member little reader. Thanks!

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💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

 Heavy pants echoed within the practice room, mirrors fogging from the sheer heat building. "Is the air conditioning broken?" you huffed, wiping the sweat dripping down your forehead. You checked the remote, lowering the temperature, "I guess I can take a break," you grumbled, scrunching a ball of newspapers to clear the fog. You lay on the cold hardwood floor, shaking off the spinning feeling in your head, "Water," you whined, weakly reaching out to the chill bottle by your side. 

The room slowly levelled out, turning into a cosy temperature. You sit up, checking the time, "11 pm" it reads. "How long was I in here for?" you mumbled, gradually feeling small in the large room. Your phone rang, "Hello?" you answered, putting it on speaker. "Agi, where are you? The boys are planning to head home early today," Changbin said, pressing his phone against his shoulder. You hummed, "Still in the room, was touching up on some parts," you said, picking at your fingers.

Changbin sighed in concern, "Do you want Hyunjinnie to be with you? He said he wouldn't mind helping," he suggested. You shook your head on instinct, "No, no. I'll be okay. I already know which parts to pay attention to," you reassured, feeling your heart ache when you heard Changbin's initial sigh. He pursed his lips, "Alright, there'll be dinner on the table if you ever get hungry," he said, tapping Hyunjin's shoulder to say you'd be fine. 

You nodded, "Ahm, I'll see you later," you said before hanging up the call. Changbin heard the beep and sighed, "I'm getting worried about her these days, she's pushing herself too hard," he grumbled, leaning against Hyunjin's shoulder. "Well, at least Hannie and Channie hyung are still in the studio," Hyunjin said, scrolling through his phone to let them know where you are. Changbin hummed, "Yeah," he whispered, staring out the window.

You groaned, hearing your joint crack as you stood, "Let's film a session and monitor from there," you mumbled, setting up your phone. "Tak. Tak. Tak." you whispered, mimicking Minho's usual guidance.   You finished a run-through, grabbing your phone off the stand to watch, "Okay," you huffed, clicking play. You monitored your movement to every detail, the perfectionist in you thriving when you felt a bit satisfied. 

However, when you got near the end, your movement felt a bit uncoordinated, "If I did this with the boys, I'd bump into someone," you winced, clicking your tongue. You huffed, standing up, the cloudy feeling in your head spun but you brushed it off, "Last one," you grumbled, rubbing your throbbing temples. You positioned your phone once more and got to work, trying your hardest to conserve energy so that you limit your movement spacing.

When it got to that section of the song, you were so focused on watching your spacing that you tripped over yourself. "Ah, fuck," you grunted, falling on your arm. Pain shook through your wrist, "Ow, ow. What the fuck," you whimpered, holding it close. You winced, examining the bruise. "Shit," you groaned, trying to flex it but it stung too bad. You leaned your back against the cold mirror, catching your breath, "Hi," you joked, staring into the camera that filmed your fall.

You used the mirror as leverage, helping you up, "I should probably off this," you mumbled, stopping the recording. You sighed, sitting back on the sofa, and pulling your legs close, "I hope it's just a bruise," you whispered, letting your thoughts spiral for a bit. "I should've left earlier," you grumbled, feeling the guilt wash over you from the mistake. You stared blankly at the mirror, eying your body language, judging how unflattering it looked. 

"I have to stop," you chastised, trying to turn your vision away from your reflection but your eyes stayed glued. You gulped, "This is fine," you whispered, swallowing down the tears threatening to spill. "Not now," you mumbled, feeling your lips wobble. You tried taking deep breaths, your fingers carefully digging themselves into your hair, tugging them at the roots. "It's going to pass," you verbalize, rocking gently in your spot.

Tears dripped from exhaustion, stress and general built-up. "Hurts," you choked up, curling yourself tighter. Your head pulsed and you wanted nothing more than to melt. With sniffles, you hesitantly guided your thumb towards your lips. You exhaled through your nose, sucking softly on your makeshift pacifier. 'This isn't a good idea' you thought, slowly letting your headspace come through. You continued sucking, feeling the throb in your head subside, when the practice room door quietly opened.

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows, seeing the empty room. He double-checked the room number with the one Hyunjin sent him and this was the one. "Baby?" he whispered, stepping in to look for you. A sight in the mirror caught his eye, he turned to face the mirror only to see your curled-up figure on the sofa. Jisung slowly moved towards you, squatting down before rubbing your back. You flinched at the sudden touch, curling inwards to hide your face.

Jisung cooed, shushing you, "It's just me, baby," he reassured, smiling when your body relaxed after recognising his voice. "Why are you all curled up, hm?" he asked, the touch on your back didn't stop. You shakily slipped out your injured wrist, face still buried between your knees. Jisung noticed the growing bruise, eyes widening as his mind spun to figure out how this happened. "Did you fall?" he asked, rubbing your injured hand carefully.

You nodded, tears soaking your pants once more. Jisung frowned, stroking your hair, "Let's get you patched up, baby," he said, kissing the top of your head. You whined, wanting to keep sucking on your thumb in peace. "Sweet girl, we need to get this wrapped," he cooed, rubbing your shoulders. You huffed, peeking out from your hiding. Jisung's heart clenched, your face blotchy with tears stained, the thumb you were sucking on pruned from your drool, "Aww, baby," he said, pulling you onto his lap.

You sniffled, nuzzling against his collarbone. Jisung chuckled, lifting you "Come on, baby. Channie hyung is waiting for us," he said, readjusting until you're comfortable. You hooked your chin over his shoulder, a pout etched on your lips. Jisung went to the first aid box, grabbing some external gel with some bandages, "Channie hyung with help wrap it, okay?" he whispered, carrying you towards Chan's direction.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, seeing you cling onto Jisung, "Is she alright?" he asked, rubbing your back. Jisung shook his head, "The baby fell and hurt her wrist," he explained, handing Chan the stuff. "Did it look bad?" he asked, gently taking your injured hand into his to examine. You whimpered, burying your face into Jisung's neck. Jisung hummed, "It just looks like an external bruise, if the pain prolong after a few days perhaps a check-up wouldn't hurt," he said, patting your back.

Chan frowned, carefully applying the ointment, "I know it hurts, angel. Bare with me, okay?" he cooed, chest tightening at your weak whimpers. He wrapped your wrist firmly, "This should be enough pressure," he said, kissing your forehead. Jisung adjusted your position, not wanting you to slip down, "Ready to go home, baby?" he asked, carrying you towards the car. You grumbled, sleep coaxing over you. 

Chan chuckled, starting the engine, "Guess someone is sleepy," he said, watching Jisung buckle you in from the front mirror. Jisung cooed, "She is, such an adorable sweetheart," he said, brushing your hair from your face. Chan hummed, "At least she can sleep well tonight," he sighed, worry seeping into his body. Jisung kissed the top of your palm, "Yeah, at least there's that," he mumbled. The drive was peaceful, with only the sounds of the low radio music and car vibrations aiding your sleep.

Jisung unbuckled your sleeping figure, "Hyung when do you think they'll admit that they're a little?" he whispered, not wanting to wake you up. Chan sighed, "I don't think anytime soon," he admitted, unlocking the front door. "I hope they do it under their own accord and not by a forced situation," Jisung mumbled, holding you tight. Chan smiled, "Even if that happens, we'll be one step behind her," he reassured, patting Jisung's hair. 

[mxdarling]

[“I can’t live without you. I would lose it!”]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: you're a rule-breaker and you tried resisting him, keyword: tried.

ೃ⁀➷: Word count: 1130

ೃ⁀➷: Reference/Inspiration: N/A

ೃ⁀➷: Event: [200 followers event]

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[Warnings:] bad oneshot, maybe ooc riddle, after overblot riddle, yandere behavior, slight controlling behavior, unintentionally guilt-tripping, reader is a rule-breaker, reader is insecure, tiny fluff, tiny angst, cursing ("ass" & "fucking"), mentions of an argument.

[GN reader]

RIDDLE ROSEHEART is a strict ruler, a top student, a perfectionist—any other adjective to describe him that wasn't romantic. Even after the overblot incident, it was difficult to imagine anyone liking him with the traits he carried around the campus; it was even more difficult to imagine him, THE riddle roseheart, liking someone else. Especially if that someone is you—an infamous first-year rule-breaker who hangs out with deuce, ace, and grim—and what's even better, they aren't capable of casting a single spell. A bizarre pair was commented on by most of the students and a few of the teachers and staff. A top student, like riddle, who is almost perfect in every aspect of his life, with someone like you who could care less about upholding simple rules and regulations.

No one believed when deuce, ace and grim said, "riddle and prefect are dating!" and "our teapot tyrant is dating our prefect!! can you believe it!?" Yet when heartslabyul students started seeing their dorm leader and you together more often, the dots were starting to connect, and soon enough, almost everyone knew you two were dating. The teasing went up rapidly (by a certain person in octavinelle, who's also 188cm eel), especially towards riddle, not that it offended him, but it would leave him with a tomato face frequently during the day.

Dating riddle was not a journey you would have thought you would ever experience. It was cute the way he would get shy around showing affection towards you in public—the slight brush of his hand hitting yours, the tints of pink on his cheeks, the (not so) sneaky glances he gives to you when he thinks you're not looking. The obvious blush you see when you catch him staring at you red-handed. Everyone can tell you two will have heart eyes whenever the other is near. You can hear the coo's and ew's from your fellow peers, yet you pay no attention to them as riddle takes all your attention for himself. Whether he's aware of that or not, you don't complain; you could never complain when it came to him.

Yet, of course, all relationships have their fights and disagreements. Most of them would be about you, your rule-breaking habits, and how you don't care enough about your studies. How you don't seem to care that you would fail your classes if your current grades keep up like this. It's at these times that you can clearly feel his disappointment in you. It's these times where you can't help but feel like he can do so much better than you, wondering why he even settled for you in the first place. It's these times where you can see riddle trying to change and not let his old habits slip in again. He's trying, and you can see that all his hardest efforts are never unnoticed by you.

As sweet as the relationship you two shared was, somehow its flavor turned slightly bitter. It was starting to get draining, draining, and draining. Each day, a riddle will ask you to do something or wear something for him, and you do it in a heartbeat! The way he started to slowly change your schedule to match his, the way he started to limit your free time with friends and activities. Spending less time inside your own dorm and more in riddle's bedroom. Gradually, you seem to know more about parts of a book than you do outdoors. It didn't bother you to sacrifice these little things for riddle. Doing little things and doing favors for him was never a bother to you—never at all—until it started getting way, way too much for you.

Here you are again, sitting in his bedroom. If you weren't returning to your dorm, you most likely would've forgotten what it looked like. The history book in front of you started to feel like hands dragging your head to its incredibly long text full of everything that you weren't going to try and digest. You want to throw away the book and do something without sitting your ass on the floor for more than 8 hours. You stand up, telling riddle you're leaving. Replying defensively, he tried to stop you, but, of course, being the natural rule-breaker you are, you resisted him. You aren't sure how exactly it happened, but what was supposed to be a little act of rebellion against his strict behavior turned into a full-blown argument. There were tears. You couldn't take this any longer than you had; you were at your breaking point, and you think now is a good time to fucking leave.

Stomping angrily towards the door, not even bothering to grab and bring your books with you, turning the knob to open the door to leave, or attempting to turn the knob, turns out it's locked. You scoff at his effort to keep you within his room before you could try and unlock the door and actually be able to turn the knob—you feel a pair of arms locking themselves around your stomach.

"Please, don't leave me," he says in a whisper, yet with the quiet atmosphere, you can hear what he says perfectly. Pleading, he's pleading... That's.. unusual. It's not like him to be pleading, yet knowing his home life, you should've known. Behind all that strict and commanding demeanor was a traumatized child wanting to play and have fun like other kids. He sounded so lost and so alone; he was trembling behind your back. His tears tainted the back of your shirt, and he tightened his grip around your stomach like a child not wanting their parents to leave for work. You are mad; you are so mad at him, acting like he was the one suffering in this relationship, yet something in you can't be mad at him.

In your head, your rational side advises you to leave. Leave him weeping at the entrance of his bedroom door as he watches you walk away from this exhausting relationship, away from this draining push and pull, and away from him and his emotional baggage. You want to leave; you need to leave. The door is right there in front of you, waiting for it to be opened, waiting for you to leave. Taking several glances at the door knob and your hand, you let your hand lose grip of the handle. You lost all the energy to try and leave, and frankly, giving up seemed like a good option for you. You could just sit back and let riddle take the lead. riddle wouldn't have to be alone during his toughest times because you would be there for him.

"Thank you.. thank you for not leaving... I can't live without you. I would lose it!"

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[a/n; woah first yandere riddle work in this blog (as of now since i have another yandere riddle work that i have saved in my drafts) and i must say a very interesting character to write as a yandere, also another one i'm not quite familiar in yandere terms. also i was a little addicted to grinding on honkai star rail for my bronya built i've almost completed so this may have took a little while aha.. (though it's nothing new in this blog LMAOO) but thank you anon for requesting riddle with dialogue #39! terribly sorry for not doing azul i really only had motivation to finish riddle's part so for the sake of my sanity i just didn't write for azul, perhaps next time i will loll. (SORRY I'VE BEEN SO DEAD!!!)]

(edit: WHY AM I ONLY NOTICING THAT I WROTE RIDDLE WITH AZUL'S DIALOGUE??? omg i;m so sorry anon for this mistake....)

[shadowlinktheshadow]

ok fuck it im finally gonna write down ramble about the similarities between castle in the sky and spirit tracks rhghghrr

case #1: the characters

in my very private and running around inside my mind headcanons, I see a lot of close things between pazu and link

pazu is a sweet boy (maybe even naive) who helps those in need (like every protagonist) hes a very dedicated worker in the mines, and loves machinery

same could be said for link, who never talks in game but shows his shyness and and also sweet nature. (perhaps this is only around zelda,) you could take the fact that he doesnt even want to get up at the beginning of the game to take his exam because he dislikes the job, but this is where my headcanons come in. in short, hes a child genius and a perfectionist and works himself a little too much, and gets really eepy. so yes he loves machines (trains) as well

oh, and they are both orphans. (link is a bit difficult because hes usually always some type of parentless/guardianless child but anyways-)

and even other than personality and hobbies, their looks have similar parts too

of course, theyre not carbon copies of each other (such as colors being different) but the gloves and, especially to me, the cap is the one that sticks out. like. no other zelda game has him wearing a hat like that

(I just realized the gloves r the same color holy shit 💀) ((bruh and the posture lmao💀💀))

now I dont have much to say about sheeta and zeldas similarities (sorry) but they are both royals (well 1 of royal descent)

case #2: character relationships

spirit tracks zelink is what is keeping me alive so heres some similarities

I love love love the "hopeless romantic commoner falls in love with literal princess (she loves him back)" trope. which, pazu and sheetas relationship is a little different, but the vibes are the same

both couples? pairs? are so innocently in love with each other (maybe link shows it more) but just look:

they are so rhghghrhHRHFHFJJ HISS HISS HISS 💜💜💜💜💜😭😭🔥🔥💜

and finally the catching part in the movie

now you may ask "oh totk link caught zelda something something skyward sword falling blah blah blah" (im joking pls dont hate 💀) but this catch is different than those

they arent both falling, bro is already on the ground

you know who else is on the ground?

THIS BITCH

pazu may seem more.. graceful in catching sheeta compared to link, but (according to my dad) the whole joke of link dropping zelda comes from this movie (I havent finished it so idk) but I do know pazu struggles under the weight of sheeta after all the magic stuff goes away 😂

case #3: minor stuff

so I havent watched the entire movie yet, but heres some other things I saw

birds

they r both doves...... interesting....

though different, they also both play an instrument (link plays a panflute and pazu a trumpet)

also the design similarities in the robots and the phantoms, but ive run out of photos and time so that's kt

thanks for coming to my tedtalk (to the 3 people that will see this 💀)

[0oolookitsme]

More Than One

Type- One-Shoty Blurb!

Verse- Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n

Word Count- 1.2k

Warnings- Sweet, sweet fluff, some pain, and a few curse words

A/N- Thank you for being patient with me the whole of January, lovelies. Here's the first fic of 2023, hope you enjoy it! <333

Y/n lets her head fall onto Harry's chest, eyes shutting down as he lightly massages her belly. She jerks her head up when she hears him hiss, realizing that her bun had been too tight to not poke his chest.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled sheepishly before using his elbow to push down her bun a bit, loosening it up in the process. Breathing slowly and deeply to rock her soothingly as she's practically laying on his chest, his mind drifts off to what's inside her belly- eyes fixated on the white bubbles that cover their bodies from his wandering eyes.

She's humming a tune he is familiar with, but never remembers the name of- and suddenly, he isn't sure if he should interrupt her with his weird question. "Is carrying a baby even slightly fun?" He babbles out, his hands still massaging her colossal bump.

"Sure, carrying babies is fun. Why don't you try it?" She looks at him with a pointed look but a smirk on her lips.

For once, he had forgotten how much sarcastic she had grown over the last seven months. Although, his train of next words is soon interrupted and his jaw falls to an abrupt fall. "... Wait- did u just say, babies? Plural??"

His back no longer rests on the cold bathtub. Hands seeing to have come to a halt, he looks at her with a deep frown between his brows and a mouth open too wide. "Answer me!" He shrieks when he catches a sight of her lips curving up after being still for too long.

Her expressions were as if she hadn't planned on telling him this, at least not right now. "Y/n... are you sure you're not fucking with me?" He questions, remembering all the times she has pranked him since the test showed up positive.

"...I-I'm not," she breaks eye contact as a smile stretches out on her lips. Her teeth come out to bite on her slightly chapped lips before she twists a little so she's properly facing him. But, suddenly too cold, she brings his arms up with rest on her shoulders. "We're having twins," she grins, looking at him with wide-excited eyes.

Gasping, his jaw stretches out even more- to the point that it's now starting to hurt. "Are you kidding me?! Oh my god- oh my dear god!" He finally breaks out a huge open-mouthed grin, face leaking with shock and excitement, and eyes starting to glisten a little.

"There are two in there?!" He questions again, pointing at her belly with his eyes shifting their gaze between y/n's face and the huge belly. "When did you get to know this? Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I just found out yesterday, after the cityscan! I was planning on telling you in the studio but there we got engaged in some other conversation and I never found the right moment to tell you. Then I planned on telling you this on your birthday," she sighed, looking down at the water and realizing that it wasn't so hot anymore.

Eyes softening at the corners, he raised her chin up so that she'll look at him. "You don't need to be such a perfectionist for these things too baby. You could tell me this while shitting and I'd still cry and remember that time and day forever." He chuckled, pecking her lips when her mouth also pulls up in a grin.

"God, I can't believe there's more than one. Two?! We're literally having twins! Could you believe it when she told it to you?" He asked eagerly, laughing when she says that she straight up denied pushing two babies out of her vagina consecutively.

"As much as I want this moment to go on forever, I think we really need to get out of the bath now. Or else you're gonna catch a cold no doubt." Harry grunts, getting up before helping y/n up.

Washing away the bubbles and slipperiness of the soap from both of their bodies, he continued smiling and talking about his shock at the fact that they were going to have twins running around in the house. Also feeling the gushiness inside of her, she couldn't help but moan when the contractions hit again while she was stepping out of the bathtub.

"Oh- oh fuckin' shit," she gritted out when they grew more intense while she tried to ignore them and continue her movement.

A little alarmed, Harry soon realized that the contractions were back again. Without much panic, he sat her down in his lap which was now wrapped in a pink towel, and supported himself by leaning on the bathroom door.

Patiently, he massaged her bump in a different manner this time- all while reminding her that she knows how to deal with contractions now. He encouraged her as she tilted her body to her left, moving his hands from her back to her shoulder before wiping the newly formed sweat off her face. "Just a few weeks, my love, my super-woman," he said, cleaning his voice just when he heard his gruff voice.

He knew she was starting to ease when he noticed her hand falling on their sides from where she was trying to calm the baby down. "Oh god," she breathed out at last, getting herself up before waiting for Harry to help her the rest of the way.

After providing her with water and making sure she was fine, he rubbed his towel against his hair while she brushed her teeth as fast as she could- eager to get in bed.

"Slow down there, love. You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep going that fast," he cautioned her, looking at her sideways while the blow-dryer pushed his hair in his face. The warmth of it felt nice on his face and neck and shoulder.

"I'm done, H. Hurry up," she announced before walking out of the bathroom obviously to steal one of his shirts again.

Once in bed, she breathed in and out slowly and deeply as Harry brushed his hands through her hair, a book about pregnancy in his hands. When she started pushing her face further into his side, he took off his reading glasses, put the book on the table beside his side of the bed, and switched off the lamp, slipping down into the warmth she was radiating.

His hands found their way back to her bump, now with the realization that there were not one but two babies in there. Pressing a kiss on her hairline, then forehead, then cheekbones, cheeks, jawline, and finally, chin, he snuck his head inside the blanket to press four kisses onto the thin skin of her bump- two for each.

Once he had plopped his head on his pillow again, she pressed a deep kiss on his lips. "I love you and appreciate you very much, Harry. And, I'm pretty sure they do too," she mumbled softly, pulling at his hands.

"See?" She said in a questioning tone but took his hands and slid them down her belly till he felt something tight. "That--" she weighs on his palms, "-is baby A. And," she dragged his other palm up, to a feisty little one, "this is baby B." She smiled widely and even in the darkness, she could see his grin and tell it was a bright one.

[im-suchanicegirl]

Favorite bondage sex position of each EC guy?

Are they tied up or their partner?

Oooooh. I don’t think they’re all into bondage but in order for your question to work, i’m gonna modify it a bit to ‘what type of bondage & who’s tied up’

Kevin: predicament bondage (Him)

There’s way too many videos of Kevin letting his bandmates slap him, gag him with a dildo and fucking CBT to not think he likes at least some of it. Predicament bondage is about making a choice with a catch 22: there will be pain in both options (or pleasure).

David: Hair bondage (him&partner)

Really, his hair looks so soft and ready to be pulled. It just works. Also, these big hands need to be put to work and pull someone’s hair. Pretty please.

Pascal: shibari (partner)

I know, i know. Dan is the unofficial-official rigger of the band per the fanbase lore. But what would be the fun in that? I personally think Mr. Perfectionist right here would be good at it, especially since it’s turning someone in a piece of art. Also, who said he didnt get tips from Dan?

Daniel: sensory deprivation (him & partner)

Maybe he read 50 shades of grey. Maybe he tried to be seductive. But I think he’d do well with making his partner wear a blindfold or some noise cancelling headphones so that they’re completely focused on what he’s doing to them. Or what his partner does to him.

Dan: gags and situational bondage (him & partner)

Maybe he enjoys making his partner wear ball or ring gags, just for the looks of it or for the convenience of muffling sounds. If play is the name of the game, he strikes me as someone who might enjoy a situational thing, especially with the amount of fics of him having to hide a boner on stage because he was turned on by someone.

Nico: restrictive (him)

Nico 100% brought fuzzy handcuffs in the bedroom as a joke and once they were used, it wasn’t that much of a joke anymore. Maybe he’s just gonna buy real ones. Just for shits and giggles. (Also the idea of Nico absolutely furious as he’s tied to a bed is glorious imo)

[perelka-l]

Who do you figure would win, in a fight between Nanu and Archer?

I... Have no idea, actually.

Thing with those two is that they are literally on opposite ends of whatever spectrum you put them on, with small exception of having a Dark-type Pokemon (Archer has though his team based also around TR roster with Zubat and Weezing or Coffing, I don't remember now, while Nanu keeps to Dark type brand on point so tbh even there you could argue they are opposing each other lmao)

But yeah, cats and dogs, police and mobster, Archer is more blue-themed and light and Nanu is black and red all over, Archer is doing his 100% to please Boss (I really can see him as perfectionist) while Nanu doesn't give two fucks and goes take a nap when he can. At the same time Archer is quite sentimental (his whole letter-writing schtick?) while Nanu escapes his past whenever he can until it catches up to him. You could argue that even the way Gio treats them is wildly differing, Archer's unrequited crush but he is number 2 in TR for a reason and he does share office with Gio in LGPE while Nanu and Gio are *points at anime* whatever it was must've been intense but yeah trust what trust.

Winning... in what? xD; In Pokemon battles, I'd side with Nanu with his experience and, well, he is a Kahuna and if needed to, he'd wreck shit up. In a battle not involving Pokemon, I'd side more with Archer. His age is pretty ambiguous (I usually saw him in his mid-30s but he sounds so young in pokemas... Maybe it's deliberate, idk) while Nanu is an old man (ha, another end of spectrum, bc he looks older than he is anyway, which is going opposite Archer imho) so I'd assume Archer could overpower him. In Gio's heart I'd say Nanu is winning. Kind of, because I assume Archer is the one that possesses most of Giovanni's trust... But there are so many things Archer doesn't know about him that Nanu does.

I think that covers it wwwww`

[reality-not-for-me]

Welcome to the MW2 world, Valkyrie

So, hear me out, it’s time for the supreme rule and worship of muscle mommies. I made a character for just that 😏 I would love to see her out and about in things and if you do use her, please tag me!! I wanna see!! Just, you know, don’t claim to own her. She’s MINE.

*I have literally never made an oc before, let alone write fics or anything, so take it easy on me pls lol*

Ok, here we go:

Call sign: Valkyrie

Real name: Chelsea Quinn

Member of the 141

Female but not necessarily “feminine”. Hot in her own way. Could pull men And women if she wanted to. Price uses this to the team’s advantage for Sure. I really wanna write something where Valkyrie goes in instead of Soap for that one campaign mission to meet El Sin Nombre and not only is every man in there questioning things but Valeria has a gay panic attack lmao

Really short medium brown hair that she looks really good in

Definitely steals Soap’s hair gel

Asked Soap to style her hair into a fauxhawk/mohawk once, the boys all secretly loved it on her

She cuts her own hair but has Soap help with the back of her head cause I think he does his own too. She of course helps him too

6’-6’1” in shoes and like, 230lbs of muscle

Sergeant level

27 years old

Built like a tank with visible musculature, slight hourglass figure with thicc thighs, proportionally large titties and an ass for days. Therefore people would consider her to be a Muscle Mommy™️

She also has tats, an elbow cuff on her left arm, a forearm wrap-around sleeve on her right, and a couple of ones only seen when she’s wearing more revealing clothing. Definitely the type to incorporate her scars into a tattoo

The type of person who can dish out the genuine compliments/flirts but can’t take them, gets all flustered when someone does

Can sing and will when given the chance. Especially if something is stuck in her head.

Ghost can play the guitar and every now and then she’ll sing softly along with him (he’ll play songs she knows on purpose after discovering this)

Quite a pretty facial structure and smile. Doesn’t see her beauty but learned how to flirtatiously manipulate targets via the boys. THAT’S an Interesting story

Has light colored freckles on face and shoulders, mole on left cheek

Caucasian

Witty

Sometimes dry humor, sometimes goofy

Loyal

Not one to go against authority or talk back unless it means one of “her boys” gets left behind

Loving of those who are close to her

Kind of a masochist lmaoo but more so in a way that’s like, she’s pushing herself too far physically and mentally cause that’s the perfectionist in her. Unless… 👀

When sparring she’ll take down all of the boys in combat except Price and sometimes Ghost simply because Price is absent during training and Ghost is just too fucking agile and large. Doesn’t mean she won’t still try. Once she took a punch to the abdomen in order to bum rush Ghost and managed to catch him off guard enough to tackle him. He was impressed and flustered but still called it cheating

Gets along almost too well with Soap, openly flirts with one another but more so in a bffs way. Unless… 👀

They definitely also flirt with Ghost because they think it’s funny when he gets flustered, but one day the man is gonna snap I’m tellin ya (and when he does…… 👀)

Managed to become the third musketeer of Ghost and Soap

Is allowed to call Soap Johnny

She has definitely picked up the Scottish and Manchester slang and will say them in the respective accents. The boys think it’s hilarious

She makes the funniest faces sometimes when she’s reacting to a story someone is telling

Ghost loves her deep down just like with Johnny, and will die and kill for both of them

She has seen Ghost’s face because they trust each other so much and he knows she takes trust so so seriously. They bonded over ✨past trauma✨

They originally were just professional towards each other but once Ghost saw her scars on accident (while changing) he started warming up to her and would seek out conversation with her, which she happily accepted and returned.

Soap just started talking to her when she arrived and she also happily accepted and returned lol. She’s just very personable. She’s the type to be reserved until someone else makes the first move (which may or may not be true for… other situations as well 👀😉)

I believe she’s at least an inch taller than Soap, and will make sure he remembers it. She can and will pick up people who are smaller than her. Well, let’s be honest, she’ll still pick up people who are bigger than her. The boys all wanted a turn to be picked up by her lmao

Calls Ghost by his first name in intimate moments (not that kind you perv. Unless... 👀)

Is often the one everyone can talk to about personal shit because she listens and has feedback to offer with no judgment

Is the sole woman on the team so she is happy to answer any questions the men might have, sexual or not. Drunken “never have I ever” got a little crazy last time

When she needs to vent or cry, Ghost and/or Soap will hold her and listen. Same goes for the reverse. Or any member of the 141 tbh. She is Mommy™️

That being said, she will 100% cuddle platonically with Anyone who wants/needs it. She understands that everyone needs human intimacy (especially in their line of work holy shit). “Wanna cuddle?” “What? Why?” “Cause it’s nice. Don’t make it weird.”

She has scars along her shoulder blades and one on her abdomen through and through to mid/lower back. Changes the story of how she got them every time someone asks. Only her true friends know the real stories. If she’s in civvies or undercover she tells people it’s from getting moles removed or something lolol

Won’t open up to just anyone, but will also just spit out something shockingly personal casually amongst the 141

Took Spanish for eight years in school so she will laugh at things Rudy and Alejandro say and they’re shocked when they find out she Knows™️. This being said she will also call Soap names in Spanish with them in front of Soap to annoy him.

Also knows some sign language and taught it to the boys, for when they’re on mission and need to talk silently.

Will offer herself up to be a diversion or to do something crazy mission-wise. It drives the boys crazy cause they just want to protect her but she’ll give them a reason why she’d be the perfect candidate and they’d have to let her.

When she dresses up for undercover work she is a VISION. the boys have to rein it in and she gets confused and/or flustered when they all of a sudden avert their eyes or stutter around her.

König. Oh that poor man. He is down bad for her and she doesn’t really know it. She just thinks he’s having his usual social anxiety when talking to her so she makes sure she’s nice and patient with him. He first saw her when he was visiting one day. She and the boys were sparring and she pinned Soap right as she looked up at him, eyes all dark, and he combusted then and there. Although she isn’t picking up what he’s putting down, her boys of the 141 are and will protect her/compete for her attention while he’s around. If you accuse Ghost or Soap of being jealous they will deny it of course.

When she’s exhausted she gets the loopy kind of silly where you laugh at nothing and then feel like sobbing at the same time.

I’m still adding things as I think of them, and of course will edit this as I add them. But yeah. There she is. I love her already and can’t wait to make stuff with her :)

[irresistiibles]

@mvsicinthedvrk asked: for victor: 🌼 Cottagecore: If muse had the opportunity to live out in the countryside, away from civilization, and live peacefully would they take that chance?

i don't think so. like don't get me wrong, victor would impulsively find that to be a good idea and try to fuck off, but it would jsut find up being a vacation. it would be a vacation he would enjoy, getting some fresh air, seeing new things, but victor would get so bored out there after a week or two. it would be nice to focus on him and his dog, but would there be anywhere to skate? anyone to talk to? victor, as much as he wants a break from interviews and press that doesn't mean he wants to be away from absolutely everyone. he is a social creature and it would never work for him.

@wvsteria asked: what’s a quote that your muse tries to live each day by? victor nikiforov

uuuh i'm so bad with quotes but after looking up quotes to live by let's go with “perfection is not attainable. but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence.” though victor comes off as easy going he's a perfectionist, who wants to perform well and stun well, and he's not the type to ever half-ass a project. he wants to commit himself fully to what he does even if it doesn't wind up being perfect in the end. he does wind up getting interested in something else a week or two later, but in his day to day life, he does throw himself head first at whatever has his attention.

@mvsicinthedvrk asked: for victor: does your muse have a green thumb, or are they a notorious plant killer? what’s their experience with plants like?

he's absolutely a plant killer! he gets them and then forgets that he got them and then all of a sudden two months have passed and he's never watered it and it's dead. plants aren't really realistic when you're traveling regularly, so considering victor has been a pro skater for a long time he has a very limited amount of experience with them, probably getting some during the off season and then handing anything left alive to a neighbor or friend when he inevitably has to travel again. he wants to try having some again but he definitely needs to be started with a cactus.

@mvsicinthedvrk asked: for victor: [ caipirinha ]  if they could change one thing about themself, what would it be?

i mean physically he's convinced his hair is thinning too fast and would like for it to be thicker. does that count? victor is a relatively confident guy in looks and just his personality, though he does wish he knew how to comfort people better. he knows that he's bad at it but just does not know what to say and almost always opens his mouth and says something stupid.

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

hugs you. thank you it makes me happy to know people might be interested in this idea it's close to my heart. also incidentally people calling me mr floral wallpaper is my favorite thing in the world so thank you for that too<3

if you guys haven't figured it out by now every time you poke me i rant....there's a lot on my mind when it comes to this au...you have been warned. in depth and lengthy discussions of classical music below

gonna try to keep this as far from a personal dissertation as possible...

to start maybe I should talk about why exactly I say ethan is classical violinist core. He's not just any-classical-violinist core, he's got a specific personality that fits well into a certain niche of the classical world.

I think this is probably true of a lot of really intense narrow fields of expertise that require training from a young age (ballet, Olympic sports and such) but there is a particular personality type that occurs in classical music, especially in the highly competitive solo instruments of violin and piano. Let's call it the "recovering prodigy" type. These are the people who grew up with their whole life centered around their career in music. When they become adults, they generally end up exhibiting this specific personality type. Neurotic and perfectionistic, with a charismatic personality and a loner streak. Adrenaline junkie people pleasers, who see themselves as both sub- and superhuman. I think that part of why Ethan exhibits this so perfectly is that in some ways he's an allegory for TC--who very much suffers from this syndrome, my deepest sympathies. In any case that personality type fits Ethan to a tee, in a way that a lot of AU roles for him wouldn't. There aren't a ton of jobs that do to the human mind what being an agent of the IMF does, lol. But classical music is close. There's a priesthood element to classical music that echoes the IMF--the devotion, the isolation, the disconnect from "normal society." (I have a habit of calling non-musicians civilians.) There's also certain elements of hierarchy to classical music that mirror the IMF. Such as: kids work one-on-one with teachers from a young age, and the student-teacher relationship is kinda like an agent and handler dynamic in the level of dependence and trust that's involved.

Getting out of theory and into some ideas. This is all initial stuff, not totally figured out yet. Ethan meets Jim and Claire at a summer festival as a kid. He's probably fourteen? His family had to give up a lot financially to get him this far. (Music is fucking expensive, folks.) He's a hotshot young player, already made his mark in the national competition circuit and probably participated in one or two international competitions. But his dad is sick, so money is becoming a real issue, and things are looking bleak for his future. Jim takes an interest in Ethan, which is insane. He's a renowned violin teacher at one of the world's top conservatories. (His young wife, Claire, is a pianist--the two of them teach together, Jim coaching the students, Claire accompanying them.) At the end of the summer, Jim offers Ethan a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. In order to make his career possible despite his family's financial difficulties, Ethan will move to Washington, DC, live with Jim and Claire and take lessons until he's old enough to apply for college.

Things go badly.

When Ethan meets Nyah, he's not with Jim and Claire anymore. He has a crappy studio apartment in DC with his best friend/love of his life Luther who's a virtuoso pianist. He's grown his hair out, taking a gap year while he tries to figure out college applications and pay rent. He's at an international competition, probably abroad--there are no good violin competitions in Australia or I'd set it there. They're probably eighteen at this point. Nyah is a spectacular player. Ethan's not at his prime anymore, but still good enough to catch her attention. They make out about it. Nyah beats him, Ethan accepts defeat with grace, it's a positive experience overall. He never sees her again.

Ethan gets to college--not sure who his teacher would be at this point. An easy placeholder, he doesn't want to idolize anyone. Luther's there, and so is Benji. Benji's also a pianist, but he's a different kind than Luther--he wants to be a chamber musician, and he's in the student accompanist program. Luther fucking hates playing sonatas. So Ethan works with Benji. Learns a lot about opera and video games and also how well two artists can fit together. Despite all this, Ethan is at his lowest point with music. Thinks it might be the end of the road. (This is something that happens to most all musicians, especially the ones who had a "prodigy" upbringing--there's a period of time where you question fucking everything, and it usually happens in the first or second year of college.) He's not practicing, he can't even look at the violin some days. He's changed also from the sheltered kid who Jim and Claire met over the summer. For example, he's gotten really into fast cars and jumping out of planes. One of the times he jumps out of a plane, it's with Julia.

ok im gonna stop it there or im just going to be summarizing the entire plot of the fic that is growing in my head but that gives you an idea of what im imagining. I also just keep thinking about what kind of music ethan would really connect with--one of the first ethan hunt related thoughts I had after watching MI1 was "oh ethan hunt is kinda stravinsky rite of spring coded" and I do think ethan would like stravinsky, I'm assigning him l'histoire du soldat fan, but mostly I really like the idea of him playing Schubert. Something that's delicate and sweet but really about this very potent darkness. I think Ethan has this fundamental emotional misdirection that would make him connect more with pieces that are not openly angry, that conceal their feelings. Late Beethoven maybe. Barber? potentially. He'd probably play a lot of showpieces and OH

i just got derailed by the idea of him playing waxman carmen fantasie. i need that to be real that would be soo badass and thematically resonant of him. (the most difficult of all the carmen fantasies, it's based on an opera so Benji would love it and play it with him, and it's all about sexual manipulation and violence and powerlessness and fate.)

I also really like the idea of Ethan dabbling in orchestral work, I think he'd like the responsibility of being a concertmaster although I think it would probably get old for him fast. There are some orchestral works I would love to see him play...he could be concertmaster while Luther performed rachmaninoff concerto no 2....he could do don juan.....

sorry im just nerding out at this point. anyway

that was probably way more than you bargained for. but those are a few of my thoughts. <33

ohhh classical music ethan au. how I love you. If I wrote you it might destroy me from the inside out

[josnhoes]

In a regular au of twisted wonderland but Yuu is a girl and keep it hidden quite well enough to pass as a guy with feminine features

And witch character of your choice say break in the Ramshackle as always but this time they discovered with Yuu wear a simple dress that the ghost given her as spear clothes since it laundry day, cooking in the kitchen singing a song from their world

I like listening Caravan Palace - Moonshine, since summer is nearly over and it fits well somehow

Content warning fem!mc/yuu

Pretending to be a man was fairly easy. Crowley had provided a binder since he couldn't let the school's reputation suffer. Which was insulting that a woman being at the school would make the school look bad. You know it's really so word doesn't get out about his tremendous screw up in calling a magicless human into this world and forcing her to be slave labor. You knew that was his game.

There was ups and downs to the act. You had to miss a week of in person classes every month or the beast men would catch on, and while it was nice to not have when you were angry being excused as hormones or being irrational the sting when you got called an asshole was new. Freeing in a way too.

A big downside to it all is the lying. You feel so much guilt keeping this from everyone you had made friends with. But you didn't know what would happen to you should it come out. Would you be forced of campus and made homeless? You didn't have an offical paperwork her so you couldn't get a job job. There was just too much to worry about more important then your guilty conscious.

A long day was ahead of you, it was Sunday which meant laundry day. The crow had set up a washer and drier in the old dorm you were in, and your friends all knew Sundays you cleaned so no one showed up. It was an unspoken rule, if anything happens on a Sunday you were on your own. Even Crowley managed to respect that.

You cleaned diligently as the washer ran in the background. The gentle rhythm of the water relaxing you as you swept. You didn't even noticed you had begun to sing. Swaying with the broom like a dance partner, the hem of your dress swishing with the movement. For this moment you weren't lost in another world, or afraid of what will become with. You were calm and Tranquil, flourishing as you sung and the repetitive actions.

Of course the peace never pasted long; as you finished your song you heard clapping and froze. If you didn't turn around they wouldn't know who it was. "This is not what I was expecting when Rook told me to check in on you prefect."

Vil the perfectionist had seen and while he was the least likely to spread the information it was Rook who had told him to check on you so two people knew.

"V-Vil! What brings you here?" Play dumb!

"I had thought you where injured by the way my vice-warden was behaved so I came to check on you. But little potato I can't believe you kept this from me." Vil seemed legitimately hurt.

"I've kept it from everyone. I have to."

"Then tell me why you *had* to." The dorm head of Pomefior sat on on of the chairs. And explain you did, you told him everything. The headmaster behavior, your fears, and how worn out you were. The guilt of keeping this silent. The washer had been long since done by the time you finish your venting.

"You should tell everyone, you have made many friends and powerful allies her potato. Even Malleus is indebted to you for solving his overbolt incident. That's more then enough power and influence to keep you safe alone, but you have myself in your corner too and I am quite good at pr." The blond had a point. Maybe you should come open, say fuck the self proclaimed generous man who made you an indentured servant.

"And if I *don't* want to?"

"Then I'll help you keep it secret." You were lucky Vil wasn't the type to hold things over your head. "But you'll have to join me on a date or two off campus."

Well you thought he wouldn't hold it over your head.

[stargazedmona]

Can I request a gn!reader getting scared during intimate(sex) time and using a safe word? So like a smut to fluff type thing? Any of the boys you would like I would personally like to see albedo xiao Childe or zhongli but any of your choices are fine :D

ᴀʟʙᴇᴅᴏ — When Albedo traces your body with a wax-like substance, you’re kind of taken aback by the burning sensation that’s scorching your skin a bit more than usual. You whine and flinch, trying to tug from the restraints so you could get away, but Albedo only holds your body down as he murmurs that you’ll be alright. You understand that it’s just like your usual plays. He deprives you of your senses—all of it except for touch—and you whine and quiver in pleasure. This, however, was different. It was unfamiliar and, quite frankly, you didn’t think you would be able to go through with it. When you utter the safe word, Albedo’s ears catch on quickly and he has you untied and unblinded. He asks you if you’re okay and murmurs sweet praises as he showers your forehead with a soft and gentle kiss and he’s quick to give you a herbal potion he personally brewed up just in case (like he always does). Albedo isn’t much to talk when he tries to give you comfort. Instead, he gives you something to eat as well as a warm blanket to cover you with so you may have a good rest. Then, when you wake up and you’re calm, he’ll have a conversation with you about what he can do to prevent you from being scared again.

xɪᴀᴏ — You can’t really figure out why Xiao was being more rough than usual. He’s moody, strict, and his hips slam into yours so hard that it feels like you’d be bruised up the next morning. It’s not the good kind either. Though you’ve cried while he’s fucked you roughly before, you’ve only really done it because it felt good. However, this time was much more different. You can barely feel your insides already. As the pain builds up, you don’t remember the safe word falling from your lips. Xiao’s grunts were loud, but his thrusts halted immediately when your pleading voice rang through the air. When he sees your cheeks stained with tears that he caused, guilt washes over him quickly and he doesn’t know how to form words to comfort you. All he can really do at the moment was utter apologies and say that he hurt you. He can’t even come up with an excuse or an explanation as to why he was so violent. When you assure him that you just wanted to have a break, or that you need him to leave, Xiao takes your word and does just that. When the night passes and morning comes, Xiao still keeps his distance, but he leaves flowers, food, and notes of apologies. Eventually, he shows up in the middle of the night to talk—he’s ready to comfort you whatever way he can and he promises you that the same thing will never happen again.

ᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ — Childe is very cautious when it comes to doing intimate things with you. He’s quite the perfectionist, and you know it just by the way he prepares everything beforehand. However, sometimes, he can be a little intimidating. You’re used to Childe’s pretty praises and slight degradation, but his words start to sting a little more than usual on a day that just didn’t feel like a good day. As insults spill from his lips while his fingers dance against your skin, you immediately croak out a weak safe word that breaks the cold expression on Childe’s features. Of course, Childe is the king of aftercare—regardless of the play was stopped. Childe asks what he does wrong before correcting his actions. He runs you your bath, cooks your favorite meal, and massages your body. Along the way, he even showers you with reassuring compliments. He loves you, and he intends on you to know it.

ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ — When Zhongli’s eyes flicker darker than usual, you should have know to ask him that you weren’t in the mood. However, you thought it’d be much more intense in a way that would entice your pleasurable desires. But when he reveals his true intention, binding you and having no intention of letting you cum, it scares you a little—well, a lot. At first, it was exciting, but the more he edged you, the more it hurt. You endured it for a long time until you broke, crying for him to stop which eventually led you to saying your safe word. When Zhongli realizes you actually wanted him to stop, he does. He feels as though he’s broken a contract—even though one didn’t exist between the two of you. He’s quick to help you with whatever you need. All you had to do was tell him what it was. Zhongli is a great listener, and he keeps his word when you tell him what you prefer him to be doing should you both decide to try the play again. Conversing about it immediately after it happens is very easy when it comes to him, so there’s a completely comfortable feeling when he’s caressing your knuckles and nodding his head as he listens. After the talk, he provides you with the best comfort he can give.

[neonsnarl]

Monty 🟢

He gets stuck in his head sometimes. You've gotten good at talking him down and rationalizing.

One or both of you will rant to each other about what's bothering you. He's a practical guy.

You've got a problem? He'll tell you the simplest, most direct way to solve it. Usually with agression or intimidation, but he'll think of something else (since the violent façade is a joke, really.)

Actually a perfectionist. He'll be hard on himself if he thinks he's fucked up.

VERY supportive. Your personal hype man!

Excellent hand-eye coordination. Mini-golfs and swims to relax. He likes aerobics, but that's a secret you've sworn to take to the grave. Yoga is good, too! Leggings are heaven sent, according to Monty.

Jokes about being related to the Florida Gator's mascot. (Yeah man! My second cousin twice removed.)

When he puts his glasses on his forehead and runs his hand through his hair- 😩

He drinks monster energy. You know he does.

His "specialty" is crushed frito chips, doritos and two cheese types layered in a pan lasagna style and baked. He'll adjust the recipe as needed, since it's one of the few things he can make and be proud of at the same time.

Yoooo he's so prideful. Like. You're HIS friend and you're WONDERFUL and people who disrespect that honest truth will not be in his good graces.

He starts drinking tea at some point. Just. Whatever tea he can get his hands on. Turns out he really likes green tea boba lmao. (He totally almost spit out a tapioca pearl the first time)

He loves to look his best, and costumes are a favorite of his, but comfortable sporty clothes are a close second favorite. Tank tops and jeans also.

He designs his own shoe. Because he's living his best life.

Can Monty skate? On rollerblades, yes

If you manage to catch him off guard it will be extremely obvious. Gaping eyes, glasses sliding off his face. The whole Look (tm)

You've absolutely passed out on each others floor/couch.

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

[afroafrofuturistfuture]

Switch the Other Side Pt 3

A/N: I...I don’t have much to say about this one. It’s filth, no excuses hahah but I wanted to give yall the smut so here’s the smut. Barely proofread of course.

Masterlist here!

Warnings: 18+ content MDNI Plz, smut, angst, bathroom sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), masturbation, mentions of cheating, cheating

Synopsis: Katsuki and Ochaco are “working” late.

3 months before the party

"Late night again?"

Katsuki looked up and saw Shoto in the doorway of his office. "Oh yeah," he shrugged.

"Ever the perfectionist." He tilted his head.

"Unless you want to stay and help plan this party with me."

"Not my strong suit at all," Shoto quickly shook his head. "Don't work yourself too hard. I just told Uraraka the same thing. She's still here too."

Now that piqued his interest. "Good night."

Katsuki was waiting for a night like this. He knew she still stayed late sometimes. But not late enough. But he was waiting for this. He didn't really have a lot to do with the planning of the celebration. Yaoyorozu had her hands all over that with Mina and Jiroh. He was really calculating the budget but that didn't need to take him all night. He had heard around that Ochaco would still be around sometimes after everyone left. He'd been staying late since. Just so he could find a moment with her. Give them some time to talk. Without trying to waste anymore time, he hopped up and half jogged over to her office. He checked inside. The light was on but she was not there. He smirked and took off towards the elevators. Maybe this would be his lucky night after all. He hoped he'd find her exactly where he planned to look first. He didn't knock this time, didn't wait, but he pushed the door open slowly. He could hear her. She was giving in to her impulses again. He grinned hearing the soft moans leaving her mouth. He stepped into the bathroom and slowly made his way past all the stalls, checking for signs of her in each one. He kept going, surprised to find she didn't seem to be in any of them. He came around the last stall and his eyebrow rose in shock. There she was, displayed on the couch, all flushed pink curves and smooth skin. She reminded him of a peach. She wasn't naked, her clothes hanging off her, pulled up or down. Her legs were open wide, one held up by her arm. She was furiously fingering herself. She was... pretty, he decided. He never necessarily thought she was ugly. He just never really thought about her. Seeing her like this, unrestrained, made his blood run hot. The noises coming out of her were sweet, high-pitched. Her eyes were shut tight, picturing whatever she needed to to get off. He had never caught, nor did he ever think he would catch, Kami like this. But Ochaco was bearing all to him and he was getting harder by the minute.

Finally, her eyes popped open and she froze.

His lips tugged up as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You're so full of shit."

"What the fuck, Bakugo?" Still she hadn't moved as outraged as she sounded. Three of her fingers were still plugged deep into her pussy. "Why are you in here?" She was breathless.

"Oh no, princess. You wanted me to catch you like this. If not me, someone. You're out in the open now. You haven't even tried to cover yourself." He licked his lips, his eyes roaming over her slowly. "If this is all for me, baby, I'll take it." His eyes finally settled back on hers and the way she looked, the best word he could use to describe the expression in her eyes was wild. He could swear her hand twitched, the one deep inside her. "And no porn this time?" He sauntered closer. "What were you thinking about that has you this worked up?" There was still some space between them but his hand could easily reach out and touch her and that's what he did. He gave her a light tap on the ass and her whole body jumped. Still she hadn't moved. Now that he was closer he could see the slick running down from her still stuffed hole, leaking to her ass crack and onto the couch. "You have no type of shame do you? Oh if Deku could see you like this... making a mess…and thinking about me." He leaned closer, further inspecting her.

"Bakugo," she squirmed, sounded whiny. "I wasn't." She didn't sound convincing. She sounded like she knew she was caught. And she was. "I just needed-"

"Listen, princess," he cut her eyes with a look. He was leaning forward in front of her, hands on his knees so they were at eye level. "I told you before we can help each other out. I'm not gonna air your dirty laundry. You're horny and so am I. Especially now that I've seen you like this." He sucked in a breath between his teeth. "It doesn't make you a bad person for following your urges. I think it's worse if you don't follow them. You end up like this." He gestured at her. "Everything that happens, anything that happens, stays between us. Now unless you tell me no, I'm gonna taste you and make you come." He looked her dead in her eyes and she still looked shell shocked. She only shivered in response. As much as he wanted to taste her right away, he stayed still and it took all of his willpower to do so. He needed to hear it. "Well?" He asked, pushing for what he wanted to hear. "Do you want me or not?"

Her chest heaved as they stared at each other. It was quiet so long, he was going to push again until she finally spoke in a small voice. "Yes."

That was all he needed. He leaned forward, pulling her hand out of her, making delicious wet sounds. He touched her lips, feeling how soft and slick they were. They were red and he thought of how long, how rough she must've been playing with herself. The thought made his mouth water. He gave her a light slap there and she jumped again. So sensitive, he thought. Good. He got on his knees then and gave her a gentle kiss right over her clit and she yelped. He chuckled to himself and after giving one more kiss, his tongue slipped out and slid in between her lips. Her legs slid as her body fell a bit lax. He shook his head but didn't move his tongue away. He took her thighs in his hands, pushing them back as he dove deeper, flicking his tongue up and over her clit back and forth. A short high-pitched noise fell out of her mouth that sounded like pure surprise. He wanted to hear more. He angled closer, flattening his tongue over her. Now she sounded strangled. He would take it.

He only stopped for a second to say, "hold your leg back."

She did as she was told, her chest pumping hard as she tried to catch her breath for the moment she had. Once her arm was securely around the back of her knee, he was right back at her lips bringing his fingers along with him. He slipped one long finger in as he licked over her clit again.

"Oh my...God," her words were halted coming out, as if her throat was blocked or strained. Her hips started to move, minute thrusts towards his mouth. He moaned in his throat as he slipped in another finger. He didn't hear anything but he could feel her body tensing. He looked up just in time to see her eyes roll back. At some point she had put her rolled up shirt in her mouth and was biting down on it to keep herself quiet. He would have to change that if they were actually going to do this. He wanted her loud and wild like he knew she wanted to be.

"Oh, wait," he leaned back, looking at her thoughtfully.

Her face contorted painfully as if she couldn't believe he'd stop. He loved seeing how needy she looked already.

"Bakugo," she said his name like a warning and he laughed.

"You, greedy woman, were three fingers deep. I know mine are a little bigger than yours but is that what you want? Will three of my fingers make you come?" He teased.

She nodded frantically. She must've been close already. He chuckled and shook his head. "Nope. You gotta tell me. I need to hear you say it."

She opened her mouth, letting the shirt fall out, gulping before she spoke. "Yes. I want three fingers so bad. I want-" she cut herself off with a moan. Hearing the desperation in her voice, he had already obliged, a grunt sounding deep in his throat.

He leaned into her, getting the leverage to fuck her with his fingers but he didn't even need to. This time, her hips thrusts were more pronounced as she practically fucked herself onto him. She really was close. He could feel her clamping down again, her abs tensing. She grabbed onto the back of his head, which surprised him and simultaneously turned him on even more. Fuck yes. "Come for me, princess," he muttered lowly, quickly as he watched her watch him until she was losing it. Her eyes rolled back again and her head fell back as her hips worked hard. A yell rose out of her throat, quick and loud as her orgasm ripped through her. Her nails dug into the back of his head as her body stuttered. She panted as her hips faltered, twitching to a stop. Finally she loosened her grip on him and he grinned as he moved back, removing his fingers. "Jesus, princess, you didn't have to stab me." He rubbed his scalp.

She looked down looking mortified. "Sorry, it's just been so long, I…" she trailed off and he could see her lost in thought. He could see that fear was rising up, about to overtake her now that she came.

He stood and pinched her chin between his still sticky fingers. He looked at her and offered her the only thing he had to give at this point. "Hey. You want to come on my cock?" He watched her eyes glaze over as she thought about it. She gave him a small nod, so small he considered that it may not be a nod but it was enough. "Perfect," he muttered. He pulled her up quickly and she barely stood upright on her wobbly legs. Just as quickly for her sake, he traded places with her, plopping down on the couch and pulling her on top of him. He made quick work of his zipper, pulling himself out. Then he raised himself up to pull out the condom in his back pocket and slid that on.

He looked up at her, his red eyes bright with excitement. "You sure this is what you want? No going back."

She bit her lip and nodded, this time more sure. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a fierce kiss. She kissed him back, their tongues meeting. He liked that she wasn't afraid to kiss him after he just went down on her. He nipped at her full pouty lips and she tugged on his bottom one with her teeth. "Shit," he hissed. "You ready?" She nodded, looking dazed and desperate. He chuckled. "Come on, then. Ride me." He instructed.

She sank down onto him slowly and noises rose out of both of their throats. Her moan punctuated the air with his hiss as the undertone for it. "You're so fucking wet," he growled. He grabbed on tight to her hips.

She nodded as she rose up and crashed back down. "Yes, you make me so fucking wet. Oh God," she said as she started to ride him in earnest. She took him in easily like the greedy girl he knew her to be.

He grabbed her chin again and made her look at him. "You like this, don't you?"

She nodded again but it looked more like her head was just bobbing with the way she was bouncing on him. "Yes, this is what I've wanted." Her eyes were half shut and he grinned in satisfaction.

"You want more?"

When she didn't answer right away, he cupped her neck. "Answer me, princess."

"Fuck. Yes," she cried out as she raked her nails over his shirt.

He adjusted himself so he could piston his hips meeting her sloppy bouncing with precision thrusts. She was wailing with pleasure, her fingers balling up his shirt. Normally, he would tell her to stop. It was an expensive shirt and he did not like wrinkles. But at that moment he didn't care. He was fucking up into her tight wet paradise that he couldn't believe felt this good even with a condom on. Not only was she going to make him come, she was going to make him come fast. He gritted his teeth. No she wasn't, not without him making her come again first.

He slowed down his thrusts and put a hand on her back to pull her nearly flush against him. He leaned forward, putting his mouth around one puckered nipple. She moaned at the contact, her back arching, pushing her closer. His tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh while his other hand slithered between them to find her clit. His fingers played over it and he felt her react immediately.

"Bakugo," she whimpered. "I wanna come again."

He huffed out a laugh as he went to take her other nipple. "Come then." She fell apart rather quickly and once she was limp against him, he followed suit, thrusting up into her until stars were exploding behind his eyelids. "Fuck," he panted into her ear.

For a while they laid there, limp hot bodies against each other. It was almost... peaceful for Katsuki. Until Ochaco suddenly sat up.

"Oh my fucking god!" She exclaimed. She started trying to get herself off of him but her limbs were clumsy.

"Hey, hey! Stop flailing like that. What the hell is wrong?"

Finally she was on her feet, pulling her skirt back down. "What's wrong? Everything! I just cheated on Deku." She put her hands on her cheek like she was in Home Alone. He could see that she was about ready to cry. He sighed sitting up.

"Ochaco-"

"No. I don't want to hear another word from you. Listening to you is a bad idea." Having fixed her clothes, she moved in front of a mirror to fix her hair.

"I told you there was no going back, princess." He shrugged.

"Do not call me that." She looked so...pouty. More sad than angry. Okay, he could understand the feeling but their lives were set. What was done, was done. Still she declared, "This never happened.". She didn't wait for an answer before she stormed off.

He sighed as he watched her walk away. It wasn't that he didn't feel bad. He just felt... trapped more. And for a brief moment, Ochaco provided an escape. If that was all he got, he was grateful for that much.

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

All Parts:

Epilogue:

--/--

6 Months Later

“Stop- Katsuki, stop it!” You huff a frustrated sigh, shooting him an unimpressed glare. “Why can’t you just sit still?”

“Because this is takin’ too goddamn long! Waste of fuckin’ minutes.”

“Well this is important to me, so you’re gonna sit back and shut up and-“ You nearly scream when he shifts again, almost dislodging the measuring tape you’d wrapped around his wrist. “Sit still! Jesus, angry man, it’ll literally take two seconds if you just stop fighting me!”

He grumbles, something low and petulant under his breath, but then falls back against the couch fully. Bakugou finally relents, hand going slack in your hold as he shuts his eyes.

You were gonna kill him, no seriously, you were gonna murder him. He was being so difficult, way more difficult than usual, and you had a sneaking suspiscion it was because he was tired- because, as you’d quickly found out, from only a few months of dating, Katsuki was an absolute toddler about sleep. You’d come to understand that him being tired led to him being cranky, and him being cranky led to him being so goddamn annoying and combative that it made you want to tear your hair out.

He was lucky you loved him so much- not that you told him that yet.

You’d known you loved him for months now, could feel it the way your body heated if you thought of him, the way your blood sang if you so much as heard his name. It was a full body sensation for you- the way you loved him. There was just no escaping it; no escaping the way he’d carved himself a spot in every single part of you. You couldn’t imagine life without him, didn’t even want to try- but you couldn’t tell him so.

Every time you’d tried you were tongue-tied and stuttering and red in the face. The words were thick in your mouth, clogging up the back of your throat. You just couldn’t figure out how to say them; no matter how many times you’d tried. 

You flip his arm over, measuring the space between his thumb and his wrist. You’re trying to be delicate and gentle, but truthfully you really just wanted to get this done quickly.

With the deadline for your last college project quickly approaching, you’d spent the last few weeks doing nothing but devoting all your time and losing sleep over it. It seemed like no matter what support item you’d devised, it didn’t seem perfect- didn’t seem inspired enough to turn in for your final grade. So you dedicated yourself to watching clips and looked at hero rankings and pretty much sacrificed your social life entirely, just to stew over it. It took watching Bakugou’s own hero highlights with him to snap you out of your funk. You wanted to smack yourself; he’d been in front of you the entire time! Of course, it had to be an item for him. So you got to building and designing with renewed spirit.

Katsuki was an amazing fighter, you knew this, and his prowess in battle and raw power alone was quite literally unmatched by almost every opponent- but, the only thing holding him back was that he didn’t do so well with civilians. Try as he might, Bakugou’s loud, flashy, quirk just didn’t paint him as particularly friendly, and his brash personality didn’t help either. And, since you’d long ago given up trying to soften his character, but maybe you could help with his quirk. You figured that was pretty much your degree right?

So, for the past month or so, you’d been secretly working on a gauntlet attachment for him. You’d designed it to quiet his explosions, similar to a silencer on a gun, in hopes that civilians would stop reporting hearing loss after being saved by your very loud boyfriend. Truthfully, you knew it wouldn’t fix all his problems, but maybe then his ratings would go up a tiny bit. And, you figured, if you then just built the prototype you designed, then it could serve as a birthday present for him too. Two birds with one stone, right?

If only it was that simple.

It wasn’t. You were a perfectionist and you’d been pouring your blood, sweat, and tears for weeks now, but it still didn’t feel like enough. It felt like you were running out of time. Even now, while actively taking measurements for said project, you felt uneasy spending time with Bakugou. 

“You done yet, woman?” He peeks an eye open.

“Almost.” You grab your phone, typing the measurements into your notes. “See how easy and quick this went when you stopped being annoying?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to be so fuckin’ annoying if you’d just tell me what you’re makin’ already.”

“Nope. Already talked about this, Katsu,” You let go of his hand. “It’s a surprise! You don’t wanna spoil your birthday surprise, do you?”

You’re joking, smiling widely at him and fluttering your eyelashes. He doesn’t look very amused. Katsuki just squints at you for a moment before poking your side.

“That’s fuckin’ stupid. You’re being annoying. Stop it.”

“Fine. Well I guess since you don’t want it, maybe I just won’t give it to you then.” You tease, moving to leave the couch. “Maybe I just won’t give you any of the gifts I was planning to.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, huffs like he is very inconvienced, and grabs your wrist. He pulls until you’re falling into him, crashing into his chest and settling on his lap.

“I didn’t fuckin’ say that, idiot.” He grumbles, hands falling around your sides. “Stop putting shitty words in my mouth already.”

“I can’t. Pretty sure that’s my job actually.” You laugh, bracing your hands on his chest as you straighten. “Besides, you say like 3 words and all of them are swears, angry man. Someone’s gotta be the talker out of the two of us.”

“It shouldn’t be you. You’re better quiet.” His words were cold, but he was rubbing warm circles into your lower back. “Fuckin’ silent.”

“Wow- we sure are cranky tonight, huh, angry man? Is it bedtime for baby, already?”

“You’re not funny.”

“No, I’m pretty funny.” You laugh, brushing the the wild hair away from his forehead with a gentle hand. “But seriously though, if you’re tired, I don’t have to stay. I don’t mind, I can leave if you just want to sleep.”

He screws his face up at that, comically offended and dramatic as he drops his face into your shoulder. Katsuki’s arms wrap around your sides, pulling you close until you’re flush against his chest. He tightens his grip and doesn’t seem like he plans to let go any time soon.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, angry man, I get it. I won’t leave right now- but I can’t stay for too long.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“That project, remember? I’m nearly done.” 

He huffs again, arms curling tighter around you. You’re a little confused- truthfully, he usually is more physical than verbal, especially when he’s tired, but he’s never this physically affectionate. His voice is a near snarl when he speaks again.

“I fuckin’ hate that stupid as shit assignment.” 

 “Yeah, well, you hate pretty much everything; so I can’t say I’m exactly suprised, Katsuki.”

“No. Seriously.” He gruffs, fingers twitching at your sides. Katsuki takes a deep breath, biting out his next words quickly. “Haven’t seen you in fuckin’ days.”

“Aww-”

“Say another goddamn word and I’ll take it back, woman. Try me.” 

“Okay. I won’t.” You giggle. “But I really am serious, I can’t stay over tonight. Got work to do still.”

“That’s stupid.” Bakugou says and then he’s squeezing you once again, keeping you trapped tight against his chest. “You’re being stupid.”

“Wow. Thanks.” You snort, looking up at him. His mouth is pressed into a tense grimace, so you try patting his cheek playfully. “You know though, one of these days you’re actually gonna have to start using your nice words- can’t just continue insulting me or I might just disappear forever.”

He doesn’t seem to like your joke. Not at all.

“I’m kidding. I’m not going anywhere.” You console. “I’m only picking on you, you know, so don’t be so sensitive, angry man. You insult me all the time.”

“When the fuck did I insult ya?”

“Katsuki-“ You utter in disbelief, your hand moving to play with the hairs on the back of his neck. “You literally just called me stupid!  And you said you liked me better silent! Like 2 minutes ago!”

He shrugs, and you can feel his face heat against your neck, but he doesn’t say anything.

“You’re awfully lucky I like you so much.” You sigh. “Because otherwise I’d have to kick your teeth in every time you opened your mouth.”

“Like you could even get that close to me, shitty woman.”

“Strong words for a man currently making a home in my collarbone, Katsuki.”

“That’s-I- You know what,” He starts, extending an arm and pushing against your shoulders to create distance. “Say shit like that again and I swear to god I’ll...”

“You’ll what?”

“I’ll- I’ll fuckin-“ He stutters, face red and fists clenched. “I’ll-“

You think he looks adorable- all huffy and red and embarrassed where he sits. Katsuki’s eyebrows are pinched together in that competitive crease you’d come to know so well, his mouth curled around a familiar snarl. You were sure it must’ve looked terrfying to anyone else- but you weren’t just anyone else. You were his soulmate and you knew exactly how to get him to calm down.

You caught his face in both of your hands, crossing the distance until your lips met his. Bakugou tried to set the pace, because he always tried at first, armed with bruising pressure and dominance and uncoordinated aggression. You weren’t new here though- you had a lot more tricks of your sleeve than he did.

You ran a hand up his spine, your nails just barely catching on to the fabric of shirt, trailing the back of his neck until they landed in his hair. He damn near melted into you at that, and he pretty much dissolved when your other hand ran under the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re gonna what now?” You asked, pulling away slowly. You’re breathless and blushing yourself but that never stopped you before. “C’mon, Katsuki, tell me. What you were gonna do?”

“I-huh?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot?” You giggled. Unable to help yourself, you pecked his lips again. “You seemed so determined though!”

He’s still dazed- red and embarrassed as he looks at you through half-lidded eyes. You can’t stop the victorious smirk that rolls across your face.

“You’re an evil fucking woman.” He finally says, breathless. “Shitty too.”

“Mhm, I know.”

“Shouldn’t sound so fuckin’ happy about it. ‘S not a compliment, idiot.”

“I know.” You pat his chest, pushing away from him until you’re standing on your own. “Now, c’mon, up. Sleep time, right?”

You see the look on his face, and it almost kills you to crush it.

“No, that doesn’t mean I’m staying, angry man. I’ll take a nap with you and then I’m going home.” You offer your hand out to him. “Sound good?”

"Whatever.” He doesn’t seem all that pleased and he bats your hand away lightly, standing on his own. He starts down the hallway towards his bedroom with stomping steps and you follow. “You better actually go to sleep though- ya got ugly fuckin’ bags under your eyes, woman.”

You stop in your tracks, a wheeze escaping you. It didn’t matter how many conversations you’d had with him, how many times he’d accidentally insulted you with his blunt words, it still surprised you every time. And maybe it was your tired state, all the sleep lost over the past few weeks finally piling up, but his words hurt a little this time- hit a nerve and made you angry. 

“Alright, well, on that note. Maybe I will go home!” You huff, thumping a fist against his back. “That was so mean! What the hell, angry man! I’m literally busting my ass right now and that’s what you have to say to me? That I’m ugly to you? That’s fucking rude! I didn’t- I’m leaving. I don’t even have enough time for this anyway and I-”

He spins around quickly, pressing you into the wall as he grabs your arm. You can’t hit him anymore, not with the sturdy grip he has on your wrist, but the look on Katsuki’s face really makes you want to. He looks insulted, tired, but mostly just annoyed by your reaction. You swear you could kill him that moment, but then he’s gathering you into his chest and you’re melting against him. He’s still your soulmate- no matter how angry he makes you.

“N-not like that. Idiot. Not ugly.” He mumbles against your hair, voice tight and shy. You didn’t have to see his face to know he was blushing furiously. “I meant- I- you’re not fuckin’ sleeping. I can see it. So you have to sleep.”

“I-what?”

“I’m not fucking stupid. You’re tired- it’s obvious. Have been for weeks.”

“You noticed?”

“Course I fuckin’ did.” He shifts on feet anxiously, swaying you a bit in your arms. “See your stupid face all the time- I can tell that shit about you.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.” You pull back a bit in surprise, trying catch his eyes. He won’t let you, eyes zeroed on the wall, just behind your head. His face is a violent shade of red. You roll your eyes fondly, gently guiding him to look at you with your hands on his burning cheeks. “I shouldn’t have flipped, but that still wasn’t very nice. You really should’ve just said what you meant the first time around, but it’s fine. I understand. School’s just been tough with final assignments and stuff, you know? I’m alright though- just a little tired. Like you said.”

Katsuki doesn’t seem pleased with your answer, his eyebrows creasing as he grumbles something under his breath.

“What? Couldn’t hear you, angry man.”

“I said-” He starts strong, nearly confident until his tone quickly falls off. Then he’s mumbling again and crushing you to his chest so he doesn’t have to meet your eyes. 

“W-what are you trying to say?”

“God, you always make me say such embarrassing shit!” He growls, voice loud next to your ear. “I said- I said- you’re doing too much, idiot! You haven’t been around much and it’s fuckin’ makin’ me mad and worryin’ me and all that stupid, disgusting, annoying, shit! So just give yourself a fuckin’ break, already!” 

You’re pressed close to Katsuki, and when you press you hand flat against his chest, you can feel his heart racing wildly under your fingertips. He must’ve been upset about this for a while, you realize- to be expending this much energy, when usually he’d be dead on his feet at this time of night. You feel a little guilty for it, but more than anything you’re gooey and warm all over. 

“I-I’m sorry. For worrying you.” You soothe, pressing a chaste kiss to his chest. “And I know you tell me not to apologize to you, but I mean it this time. I didn’t mean to worry you. I’ll take better care of myself. I promise.” 

“Good. I-”

“Hmm?”

“N-nothing.” He stutters, flushing violently all of the sudden. He spins on his heels quickly, dragging you down the hallway and into his bedroom. “You have to stay now.”

“No- I can’t. I told you.”

“And I fuckin’ told you to chill the hell out and take a break.” He barks, digging through his dresser and throwing a pair of sweats at you. “Stop being fuckin’ difficult. You’re staying.” 

Truly, you want to fight him. Your brain is running wildly, a million different ideas and worries battering around inside your skull- but he’s right. You are tired. Have been tired for weeks now. If you went home now, you knew you’d just talk yourself into working some more. So maybe a tiny, tiny little break wouldn’t hurt, right? Just something small. A single night.

“Fine. But I’m leaving early tomorrow morning.”

You knew you made the right decision when he smiles at you; a small, tiny, pleased, little thing that just barely curls the edges of his mouth. It seems like it’d be hardly noticeable, but you’d been dreaming of that smile for months now. He very rarely graced you with it, very rarely shared something so delicate and uncharacteristically soft but it winded you every time. 

Katsuki fell asleep almost immediately after pulling your down into bed with him. He’d barely curled around you, hardly even let his head hit the pillow before beginning to snore. That smile stayed though. He kept it even as his breathing slowed and his grip on you loosened. 

That same overwhelming warmth you’d been feeling for weeks overtook you again- that same blistering, endless affection rendering your limbs shaky and your breaths unsteady as you stared at him. 

I love him. You realized. More than anything.

--/--

As it turns out, letting Bakugou drag you into some much needed rest is exactly what you needed. 

The next morning you’d left his place, mind refreshed and completely reinvigorated to once again start working on the gauntlet attachment. You’d love to say it was just the sleep that fixed you up- but you knew the truth. It was him- him and increasingly strange ways of showing affection.

Settling down into your desk chair, you pulled the schematics you’d drawn up once more. There wasn’t much left to build, only a few more parts you’d need to fabricate with your quirk, and then you’d be ready to put it all together.

Using past records of his costumes, and studying various clips of him in his current costume, you’d finally felt certain that you’d gotten it right. It was a pain conducting the research, especially because you’d had to contact the support companies personally, but in the end you were happy you did it. You wanted this to be a possible improvement for him, but you also wanted it to fit in with his current arsenal. It was a risk for sure, giving your prototype as a gift, and you’d be totally crushed if decided to not use it, but you’d take the chance. 

Bakugou had only mentioned the problem a single time in the past, and even then it was a passing comment, but you couldn’t seem to let it go.

I’m sick of kid’s always fuckin’ cryin’ when I save them. My explosions aren’t that fuckin’ scary, are they? 

He’d said it in the middle of a rant, his eyes pressed tightly together as he paced angrily, but something about his tone struck you. When he said it, he didn’t sound angry. Bakugou sounded upset and frustrated and almost hopeless. You knew it bothered him more than he let on, and from then you wanted to help him- but you couldn’t imagine stripping him of his quirk. 

It, his explosions, were important to him. They were his power and his pride and they helped him save people. He was so, so proud of them, and it broke your heart to think that they were the only thing left holding him back. So, you figured, what if he kept the force but lost the sound? Kid’s normally liked bright lights a lot more than loud sounds, after all.

Grunting with effort, you began fabricating gears and wires and screws between your hands. It took hours and nearly all of your energy, but you’d finally done it. You had everything you needed to finish his gift. 

The next few weeks flew by in a flurry of construction, and deadlines, and sleeplessness but by the time his birthday rolled around, you were ready. Your schematics had been turned in and approved by your professors, you’d passed your final project, and you were finally finished building the prototype. Everything was going great- but you knew why you were really happy.

The last few weeks had been packed for you, and you’d hardly had time for anybody. You felt guilty about it, of course, and you only felt worse when you only heard Bakugou’s voice over the phone each night, but there was no helping it.

Or, at least, there wasn’t- but it wasn’t crunch time anymore. You’d suddenly found yourself with an wealth of free-time, and you knew exactly who you were gonna spend it on.

--/--

Using the key he’d given you, you slipped into the apartment, closing the door quietly. It was difficult in the dark, stumbling slightly with the gifts and cake currently held in your hands, but you’d managed it. Everything had gone smoothly on the way there, you’d just put the cake safely in the fridge, and now you could wake your soulmate up to the best birthday of his life.

What shame he had to go and ruin it.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You jumped, heart seizing in your chest. 

“Jesus- fuck.” You yelled in the dark. You blindly felt your way out of the kitchen and into the living room, towards the sound of his voice. “Bakugou! What the fuck, man?”

“What the- no! Me! I should be the one fuckin’ saying that!” His voice was raised, and you couldn’t see his fists but you knew they were probably clenched tightly into fists. “Almost blew you up, idiot! What the hell are you doing here?”

“Oh my god.” You huffed, hands rubbing at your tired eyes. “I was going to wake you up! Surprise you! Because it’s your birthday and it’s- wait, what the fuck are you even doing up? It’s like 6:30 AM, on a Saturday!”  

“What the hell are you even on about? I’m always fuckin’ awake right now!”

“Yeah! On a work day! When you’re working!” You can’t help but be frustrated; you wanted to be cute and sweet and Bakugou had ruined it entirely. As he so often did. “But you’re not even working today! It’s your day off! And I know you sleep in on those, so why?”

“Couldn’t fuckin’ slee-”

“What do you mean?” You interrupt, finally flipping the light switch and flooding the room with light. “Swear to god you’re dead to the world the second you hit the pillow! Literally happens every time I stay over. You’re out by 8:30! Why is today of all days the day you choose not to sleep?”

He doesn’t say anything in response to your outburst, and that’s when you finally look at him. It had been almost 3 weeks since you’d last visited, and he didn’t look like you remembered him. It wasn’t anything super obvious at first, but upon closer inspection you could see the deep bags under his eyes, and the pale, lifelessness of his skin. He was telling the truth; apparently, he really hadn’t be able to sleep- and it didn’t start just last night either.

“Hey. Katsuki,” Your irritation from earlier faded. Suddenly filled with concern, you stepped towards him, taking his face in your hands. Bakugou tried to turn away, but you didn’t let him. “What’s up, huh? You alright?”

“Fine.”

“No. You’re not. You look tired. Are you sick?”

“No.” He mumbled, his hands falling on your waist as you stood in front of him. “I’m fine. Workin’ a lot or whatever. I’m fuckin’ fine.”

You nod, eyebrows rising in surprise as he suddenly pulls you in. He presses his face into your stomach, arms around your sides as he shuts his eyes. There it is again- that unusual physicality. This strange behavior had stopped for a while recently, but now it seemed to be back in full-force.

“Do you wanna try sleeping again?” You ask after a beat. “I’ve got birthday stuff for you, but we can do always do it later. We’ve got the whole day, right?”

“What- you plannin’ to actually be here or some shit?” He grumbles, with a lot more intentional bite than you’re used to hearing from him. “I’m surprised. Didn’t know an idiot like you still had the fuckin’ brain cells to remember.” 

You’re shocked, rendered completely still and stiff in his hold. Was he- was he mad at you? 

“What?” You try to push away from him, to get a look at his face, but he doesn’t let you. Bakugou’s arms only tighten and you’re left even more confused. “Are you upset with me? Are you tired? What’s wrong?”

“You really fuckin’ piss me off.”

“What?” 

He only growls under his breath, voice raspy and deep. “Whatever. You don’t fuckin’ get it. Let’s just go to sleep.”

“No- but I-” You stutter, feeling out of place. Katsuki sounded so frustrated and angry and you couldn’t figure out what was wrong. “If you’re upset with me we need to talk about it. What happened? What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t respond to your question, only knocks your feet out from under you and stands with you in his arms. You’re dumbfounded. He has never, not ever, carried you anywhere. He’s never even made an attempted to lift you! Something was seriously off with him today- and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was. 

Katsuki was mad at you. You knew that, he’d said it himself. But then why was he carrying you down the hall to his bedroom? Why wasn’t he kicking you out?

He kicks open the door, pushing it shut loudly behind him. He looks pissed when you look up at him, his eyebrow’s creased together in an agitated line, but even so, Katsuki sets you down on the bed gently. You’re hardly able to catch your breath when he’s climbing in on the other side, pulling you close and lying practically on top of you.

“What? I- Katsuki?” You asked desperately, brain reeling. “What’s wrong? I don’t understand?”

“I’m fuckin’ tired, woman. Go to sleep.”

“I can’t! Not when you’re upset like this- seriously, what’s wrong?”

“You. You’re what’s fuckin’ wrong!”

“What?”

“God, you’re so fucking dense!” He growls, angry voice vibrating against the skin of your neck. “Fuckin’ showin’ up in the mornin’ like nothin’s wrong? Been avoiding me for weeks now!” 

“What- no! We literally called last night! What are you talking about?”

“We called for 2 fuckin’ minutes before you fell asleep! And you-” His voice drops suddenly, and then he’s pressing even closer to you, starting up once again. “You piss me the hell off, you know! Sayin’ shit about how you’re gonna do better and then leavin’ for weeks? Not talkin’ to me? What the fuck is that? And then you sneak in here and scare the shit out of me! And you’re running your stupid fucking mouth about the whole day when you’re not even gonna be her-”

Oh. Oh.

He was mad because you’d been busy; because the last time you’d seen him, Bakugou had told he was worried about you, and you blew him off. The last time you’d seen him, you’d promised that you’d take better care of yourself and then you didn’t. All you did was continue working yourself to death, and while you didn’t regret it for even a second, you hadn’t kept him in the loop. You’d barely even managed to call him each night, and even then you’d fall asleep half-way through every conversation.

“Have you been worried this whole time?” You asked quietly.

Bakugou takes a deep, shaky breath, and you can feel his eyelashes flutter against your neck. 

“You were worried.” You whisper. “Weren’t you?”

He nods minutely.

“I-I didn’t realize. I told you- but I didn’t realize. I was so focused on school, so busy, I’m so sorry.” You press a kiss into his hair, your heart sinking when his shoulders tremble. “I missed you too.”

“I didn’t fuckin’- I didn’t-”

“I know. I said it. I’m saying it. I’m sorry, Katsu. I missed you.” You sigh, tightening your arms around him. “Is that why you’re not sleeping well?”

Bakugou is silent but he tenses, going completely rigid under your hands. Your stomach drops.

“It’s-I’m good. Really, this time. Everything’s done. I’m completely finished and everything is gonna go back to normal.” You cradle his face, making him look into your eyes. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think. We’re good.”

“Are we?”

“What?”

Bakugou shakes your hold, tucking his head until you can’t see his eyes anymore. You can hardly see any of his features, but you see the wobbly line of his mouth. Can feel the shaking of his fingers. When he speaks again, it’s quiet. Barely there.

“Didn’t mean it, last time, when I said your eyebags were ugly. You’re not ugly.”

You blink, hardly able to recall the conversation. Wasn’t that the last time you had visited? Weeks ago? Why was he still thinking about it?

Bakugou huffs again, apparently frustrated by your silence.

“So I’m s-sorry. For insulting you. So now you don’t have to disappear again.” 

Your eyes widened.

“You know though, one of these days you’re actually gonna have to start using your nice words- can’t just continue insulting me or I might just disappear forever.”

You remember how upset he’d been when you’d made the joke- how his shoulder’s dropped and his eyebrows caved and his mouth smoothed out into a thin line. Was that really the last time you’d visited? Did he think you were mad at him this whole time? 

 Guilt flooded you, awful and thick and viscous as it tore through your stomach. You had to make him understand. You just had to.

“No. I- Katsuki. Look at me. Look at me.” You insist until he’s looking at you. His eyes are the dullest you’ve ever seen them- more vulnerable than ever before. “I didn’t- I was just busy, I promise! Not upset. I didn’t mean to ice you out like that. It’s fine! I know you didn’t mean it.”

Katsuki growls, grasping for your hand and hiding his face behind it. “I didn’t- I’m sick of stupid angry shit I say ruinin’ stuff for me. So don’t just fuckin’ say it’s fine if it’s not.” 

“It is. I promise. We’re good.” You soothe, caressing his burning cheeks with your knuckle. “That was a bad joke, okay- I didn’t mean it. I wouldn’t have said it if I knew it was gonna make you worry so much. I promise I was just busy these last few weeks. Nothing you say is ever gonna get rid of me, alright? Not even if you tried! Because I love you and I-”

“You what?” 

You freeze, shifting uncomfortably as your cheeks heated up. This was not how you wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him like you meant it, not just tacked onto the back of a bunch of other statements. He’d heard though, and no matter what you wanted, you couldn’t run from it.

“You what?” He asks again.

“I-I love you. Katsuki, I love you.”

Bakugou jolts, nearly jumps out of his skin and then he’s digging his face into your neck. He’s hot, his skin nearly burning, and there’s a strangled, clipped noise leaving his mouth. You’re filled with so much adoration in that moment that it nearly chokes you, but it’s freeing too, because you’ve said it. Finally. After waiting your entire life for him, after knowing him for so many months, after loving him for so long, he knew.

“I love you.” You repeated again, giggling breathlessly. “I love you, you dummy.” 

He finally lifts his head, expression so full of awe and disbelief and childlike confusion. It’s just like the first time you’d really kissed him; like he couldn’t figure out why you loved him. It was like those first few days all over again and you couldn’t help it. You loved him so much.

Grabbing his chin, you pulled him in, guiding until his lips met yours. You felt him smile as you kissed him, and you realized you were wrong. That first real kiss might’ve been nice; but it wasn’t heaven- itwas only the gateway to paradise. But this? This was the real Elysium. 

His body moved against yours, so close and warm and pliant. He was letting you set the pace, without resistance or force or argument for the very first time. There had been a lot of past kisses, you had hardly been able to keep yourself off of him, but none of them had never felt like this before. He’d never trusted you like this before. You got to be the one taking and taking and taking where’d you spent so long giving. 

It was consummation. Finality. Your perfect ending. 

You pull away, panting for breath. He follows, resting on his forearms and dropping his forehead to yours. 

“I-I- I love you. Too. Idiot woman.” 

You laugh under him, cackling loudly as you turn to press a kiss into his forearms. Of course he’d said it like that. It’s tough love or not at all with Bakugou Katsuki- and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Stop laughing!” He orders, face screwed up uncomfortably. “You’re always fuckin’ laughing at me! You fuckin’ witch! Stop it! It’s- I’m not- I take it back! I don’t- stop makin’ fun of me, shitty wom-”

“Hey, Katsuki?”

“Oh my fucking god! You laugh at me and then you go thinkin’ your just gonna interrupt me while I’m yellin’ at you? No fuckin’ way! I’m not gonna allow that shit in my own fuckin’ house and I-”

“Katsuki.” 

“Jesus christ! What?”

“I love you.” 

He freezes entirely, collasping his entire weight directly on top of you. He’s so hot it’s like his skin is burning. You wrap your arms around him with a happy giggle, burrowing your own blushing face into his hair. 

“I love you.” You whisper, slow and earnest against the shell of his ear. “I really, really, really love you, angry man.” 

He startles again, jumps in your arms and only seems to run hotter. He groans something strangled and defeated, until he’s sinking into you again, pressing you against the mattress.

“S-s-stop fuckin’ saying it. You’re doing it on fuckin’ purpose.”

“Doing what?”

“You fuckin’ know, you witch woman.”

“No, I really, really, dont.” You say indulgently, laughing as you drop kisses into his hair. “Care to share?”

“No. Fuck no. I’m fuckin’ done sharing. Forever.” 

You rolls your eyes, once again enduring his very familiar dramatics. “I wasn’t laughing at you, Katsuki. I was just happy to hear it- that you love me too.”

“Well, remember it, because I’m never fuckin’ saying it again.”

“Not even if I say it to you?”

“Especially not fucking then.” 

“You’re so difficult sometimes, I swear. You’re really lucky I love you so much.” You say softly, before scratching idly at the back of his head. “Now, c’mon. Get off me. I didn’t forget- you need to go to sleep.” 

“I’m sleeping here.”

“No you’re not, you man-child. You’re gonna crush me.” 

“Good.” 

“No, not good. You wanna celebrate your birthday with a murder charge?”

“Yes.”

“Katsuki.” You laugh, pressing against his chest. “Seriously. Up. You’re supposed to use those muscles to save people not kill them.”

He just groans loudly, flopping backwards gracelessly. Katsuki is pulling the blanket up and shutting his eyes, and you think everything is finally okay. Until he clears his throat. Until keeps clearing his throat.

“Oh my god,” You huff, opening your eyes. “What’s wrong now?”

“Say it again, idiot.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. You know what I’m asking you.”

When you look at him, he’s got his eyes screwed shut, his cheeks red. You thought he was adorable- just the cutest man in all of Japan. You knew what he was asking, of course you did, and if he hadn’t been so upset earlier you would’ve made him work a lot harder for it. As it stood now though, you just scooted closer to him; shifting until you were right next to his blushing face and sharing the same pillow.

“I love you.” You say, running a gentle thumb over his heated cheek. “Now go to sleep, okay?”

You can see the smile he’s fighting, the way his lip twitches and he raises a hand to cover it. Then he’s pulling you close and digging his head into the pillow.

All is quiet, and finally, finally, he gets some sleep.

—/—

Katsuki, on a good day, was an absolute beast to wake up- on a day off however? The man was damn near impossible to stir. 

You were squatted next to the bed, trying to pull the pillow out from under his head as he held it in his grip. It was absolutely unfair- even at his groggiest your soulmate had the strength of a one man army. It was seriously pissing you off. 

“Are you kidding me right now?” You’re grabbing at his wrist, trying to pry his fingers away from the pillow but he’s not budging. Katsuki’s got his eyes shut tight, and he’s dutifully ignoring your every word. “I’m serious! It’s noon! Get up already!”

He finally peaks one eye open, just barely enough to see your irritated expression. Katsuki huffs, rips his pillow away from you completely, and flops on his other side. His back was to you, and normally you’d be thrilled about the free chance to drool over the planes of muscle- but this wasn’t a normal occasion. It was his birthday and you’d already made him breakfast and he was refusing to get up and eat it. 

“Bakugou Katsuki, I swear to god, if you’re not up in two seconds, I’m not gonna kiss you for a fucking week!” 

This does seem to illicit a response from him, because then he’s flipping back over, mouth pulled into a snarl.

“You think I care? You starved me out for fuckin’ weeks already!”

You want to roll your eyes. You thought he was being awfully dramatic and you knew you really shouldn’t stand for it- but he wasn’t technically wrong. However inadvertently, you had been neglecting him, and maybe it was time to treat him instead. Just this once. 

“Oh my god, you silly man, come here.” You relent, climbing onto the bed and hovering over him. “If you wanted a kiss you should’ve just asked.” 

“I-didn’t! When the fuck did I say that because I-”

You pressed your lips to his, effectively shutting him up. It was a trick you’d learned early on, but damn if it wasn’t still useful. You pulled away right when he started to get handsy.

“No. Bad.” You say, batting his hands away from slipping under your shirt. “I didn’t just waste all that time trying to get you out of bed just to be pulled in. Now, c’mon, you have breakfast to eat and presents to open- it’s your big day, birthday boy.”

“Fuckin’ exactly. Let me do what I want.”

“No, because if I let you do what you wanted you’d sleep all day and only wake  to go blow something up.”

“Sounds like fucking bliss.”

“Alright, well then I guess you’re gonna have to experience nirvana all by yourself because I’m going to eat.” You pat his chest, climbing off the bed and standing straight. 

Bakugou grumbles under his breath, but then the blankets are rustling and he’s rising to follow you out the door. He tears into the breakfast you’d made him, shoveling eggs and bacon and pancakes down his throat at an almost inhuman pace. You would cringe, but you’d seen this scene already many times before. 

“You ready for presents, now?” You ask, putting the dishes in the sink.

“Sure. ‘m not a fuckin’ kid though, you didn’t have t-”

“I wanted to. Seriously. So be quiet and be a little selfish for once. Please.” 

He nods tightly, following you into the living room. He’s settling on the couch, once again rubbing at his eyes when you bring the gifts over. There’s three of them in total and he chooses to open the smallest one first.

“Fuck- this a new watch?”

“Yep.” You nod. “To replace the one you blew up last month.”

“When the- how the hell did you-”

“I have my ways. Now, seriously, promise me you’re gonna be careful with this one.”

“Okay.”

“Katsuki, that’s not a promise.”

“I’m not gonna just fuckin-”

“Say it.”

“No! Why the hell should I have to fuckin’ say shit just because you were spyin’ on me, you freak!”

“Katsuki.” You glare him down. “Promise me.”

“Jesus fuck, woman. Fine. I promise I won’t blast this one to pieces, alright?” He rolls his eyes. “Ya all happy and cheery now?”

“Very.” You smile brightly, moving to grab the second gift and place it in his hands. “Here’s the next one, open it.”

You watched him set the watch aside carefully, before taking the second gift. He might’ve been grumbling, but he couldn’t completely hide the smile trying to stretch across his face. You were glad you made the effort- he deserved every good thing and more.

“This is a jar.” He says flatly, looking down at the unwrapped gift. “What the hell?”

“It’s a swear jar. You know, for practicing how not to offend everyone within a .2 mile radius.” You deapan, taking the excess wrapping paper from him to throw it out. “You gotta work on it, Katsu- news has to censor you so much that your public appearances sound like EDM music.” 

“I’m gonna blow this up.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.”

“No. You’re not.” You laugh. Then you lean towards him, sidling up close and lowering your voice as you run thumb across his jaw. “And, hey, if you figure out how to make it through the week without filling it up, I’ll give you something really, really nice as a reward.”

“Reward?” He’s asks, quickly putting down the jar. You know the look in his eyes, and you’re not surprised when his hands wander to your waist. “’s empty now, right? Think I fuckin’ deserve it. Huh, sunshine?”

“Nope. Sorry, Katsu.” You smile sweetly, dodging as he leans in for a kiss. “It’s saturday- week doesn’t start until tomorrow!” 

He groans, loudly, falling boneless against the couch and tugging you with him.

“You make me want to blow my fuckin’ self up. You know that, you shitty woman?” 

“Aw, thanks. Now, cheer up- you’ve still got one left to open.” You say, patting his grimacing face.

You shake his hold, just barely avoiding when he tries to pull you back as you grab the last present. This box is a little different from the last two, you’d spent extra time trying to make sure it was wrapped nicely and you’d even tied a ribbon around it. You hoped he’d like the gauntlet attachment- you didn’t think you’d be able to hide your disappointment if he didn’t.

“Yeah, so this next one,” You start, placing the box in his hand delicately. “I made it for you myself. Designed it too.”

He pulls the ribbon on the box, tearing away the paper. It’s like time stops for a moment, rolling nerves arresting you and choking your breath. You’re nervous and you feel like shaking and you so desperately want him to like the gift. Want him understand just how much work you’d put in for him and just how easily you’d do it all over again.

“Yeah so it’s an attachment for your grenade gauntlets, right?” You start, right when he’s pulling the device from the box and holding it in his hands. “I was thinking- wouldn’t it be nice if you could quiet your explosions sometimes? You know, for when you’re saving civilians and kids and stuff so they’re not so scared. Basically it works kind of similar to a suppressor on a gun, dispersing and slowing down the blast just a little to muffle the sound, but it’s just a little more high-tech and way more powerful- to match your quirk. Obviously. And it’s adjustable so, if, for whatever reason, you needed to wear it outside of your costume, you can collapse it slip it on like a bracelet and-”

Bakugou is silent. He’s almost frozen as he stares down at the gift, only twisting the gift around in his hands to get a better look. His eyebrows crease, and your stomach drops.

“No- it’s- please don’t get mad! It’s not supposed to offend you or anything! I-I know you don’t need my help to save people, you can do it all on your own, I know that.” You rub your arm anxiously, eyes averted to the floor. “I’m just trying to help- you know, because you always talk about your ratings going up, and I’m sure you could totally do it on your own, I know you could, but I just wanted to help you cause that’s what I do, support, and I can’t help you out on the field and I-”

Pop.

Pop pop pop pop pop

When you finally look up at him, you’re blinded by the smile on his face. It’s bright, and beaming, and brilliant as he fires off explosions. You can see the light dancing on his hands, the force of combustion shooting his arm back, but it’s quiet. It sounds like pop rocks and bacon grease and popcorn instead of cracking thunder and collapsing buildings and then he’s laughing- he’s laughing something full and joyful as he stands, holding his hands up right next to his ears and setting off more explosions.

“You hear this shit?” He yells, that wide smile dazzling you all over again. “Fuckin’ works!”

The nerves disappeared, the tension seeping from your body entirely as he grinned at you. It was worth it. Entirely worth it- you’d give anything, start all over and do it all again from the start just to see that smile. 

“You wanna hear?” He asks suddenly, nearing you with his hands raised. “Listen!”

“No! No- I’m- I’m good, Katsuki.” You laugh, batting his hands away from your head. “I can hear it just fine from here, no need to singe my hair.”

“I wouldn’t-”

“I know.” You smile up at him, poking his broad chest. “So you like it? Right? Because it’s just a prototype, first draft, you know, so if there’s anything you want to change about it, let me know. Or if you just don’t want it I-”

“I’m fuckin’ keepin’ it.”

“Huh?”

“I’m keepin’ it. It’s cool as shit.” He smiles down at you, eyes crinkled at the edges. “Besides, stealth, right? Could blow a fucker up in the next room and you wouldn’t even know it!”

“But I- I made them for you to save people? Like to help them?”

“And they could be used to blow shit up more effectively too. Win fucking win.” Katsuki pulls you in suddenly, arms falling familiarly around your waist. “Good shit, sunshine. Thanks.” 

“Of course.” You sigh, looking down at your feet. “That’s what I was doing- when I was gone. Designing it for my project grade and then building it for you. Sorry I got so carried away, I didn’t realize I was gone so long, you know?” 

“You’re still stupid for it, but it’s fine. Fuckin’ get it.” He grumbles. “You’re done now or whatever, right?”

“With school? Yeah I mean, I’ve still got graduation and stuff but otherwise I’m pretty much-

“Move in with me.”

“Huh?”

“God, you always make me fuckin’ say it again!” He flusters, voice loud and raspy. “I said- move in! Here! You’re fuckin’ disappearin’ all the goddamn time to wherever the fuck and I’m sick of it!”

“Y-you want me to move in? 

“That’s what I just fuckin’ said! Idiot!” He thunders, face a violent red when you look up at him. “And I’m not gonna fuckin’ say it again so you either have to say yes or no because I-”

“Yes. Obviously. Of course I’ll move in!” You say, warmth filling your chest as you throw your arms around his neck. “I love you, of course I will!” 

You see the smile he can’t contain- one so dazzling and arresting, as he looks at you. One exactly similar to the brilliant one from earlier. You couldn’t believe that sentiment made you emotional- the thought that you made him just as happy as explosions did, of all things. But it did make you emotional. It really, really, did.

“What’re you- stop cryin’.” He says suddenly, calloused fingers catching your tears. “Why’re you cryin’? I didn’t even say anythin’ rude this time!” 

“No, it’s not that.” You sniffle, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “I’m just happy. Really, really happy. I love you, you angry fucking man.”

Katsuki leans in for another kiss, and you don’t dodge it this time. You meet him in the middle and melt into him just as much as he melts into you. You can feel his hand under your chin, the other on your back, and you don’t think you’ve ever been warmer than in that moment.

You’d been waiting your entire life for him. For all of this. You were warm and loved and so very, very happy that it nearly knocked you off your feet. 

Or it would’ve- but when your knees weakened he just held you closer, righting you without missing a beat. You suddenly loved him for that, and for everything else too. You loved him for all that he was and his angry words and his subtle gestures. He was sizzling gunpowder and sharp steel and seared ashes, but he was the softest landing you’d ever known too. There was no hitting the ground with him, and he’d never let you fall alone. 

You’d know Katsuki was forever since the day your tattoo appeared, but it didn’t truly sink in until you’d learned to love him. Until you’d known him. Now you knew him like the back of your hand; you saw his face behind your eyelids, heard his voice in your dreams, and thought about his touch every waking moment. He was your other-half, as scary and loud and intense as he was, and you wouldn’t change a single thing about him.

He pulls away suddenly, and when you glance up at him he’s staring right at you. 

“I love you.”

Your breath catches. You thought you were thrilled to hear the words last night- but it was nothing in comparison to now. Bakugou was finally looking at you, catching your gaze and holding eye-contact and his voice was soft like you’d never heard it before. His tone was bare, no anger or attitude or bite- just him and three little words that took your breath away.

In that moment, Katsuki is the only person in the entire world. There was no one else and no other conclusion, and of course you ended up here. He was the only ending you’d ever surrender to. The only finality that could ever possibly taste so sweet. 

And suddenly, all at once, you loved him all over again. 

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i- sob. plS this was so much fun to write and im gonna miss it sm !! 

once again, thank u to everyone who liked and commented and reblogged any part of this! this is the first ever multi-chapter fanfic i’ve ever written , and i really really was nervous about my characterization and writing and stuff, but you all made me feel so welcome here.  i appreciate it sm. way more than any of you know.

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