#what im saying is that they can stand each other

[witherby]

SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG EL forgeting about my last idea since its kind of generic (this one is also but whateverrrrrhahahsg)

so you know Starfire is an alien right?(tamaranean) how about something where reader is a sort of alien too? (x damian too bc im starting to hyper fixate on him) and like they meet as Damian does patrolling/a mission, kind of how Dick and Star met!!

ill leave if up to there and if you like it!! ANYWAY HI EL!!

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HI SHARKY.

I was gonna finish writing the vampire!Jason prompt but I saw this and immediately fell into a fugue state instead. When I came out, it was with this. I hope you like it 🩷

Flight of Fancy

Damian Wayne x Winged!Reader

Featuring: language barriers (gibberish), a shoulder wound, and a kiss.

It had started out as a routine track-and-report mission. Damian was supposed to investigate the suspicious cargo shipments in Gotham Harbor, try to figure out what was being delivered, and come back to the Cave with his findings.

Tim's bet was human trafficking. Dick's was illegal arms dealing. Jason's was drugs. Damian guessed poaching. Bruce wanted them to stop making bets about what horrible thing of the week was going on and please focus on getting the task done.

(Bruce was just upset that he wasn't allowed to bet anymore because he kept winning.)

As the night drags on and the boredom starts to creep in, Damian wonders if the ship sitting on the loading dock is actually conducting legal business for once. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened, and it would mean less follow-up work to do.

"Red Robin," Damian mutters into his comm, "there's been no activity for three hours. I'm about to declare this endeavor a wasted one and return to base."

"Copy," Tim says in his ear. "There's no spooky stuff happening on the computer, either. Give it ten more minutes and then come back."

"Understood." Damian shifts on his perch — an unsurveilled roof of a tailoring shop — and casts his gaze along the area for the thousandth time that night.

Cold, choppy waters, devoid of any suspicious activity. Dock workers walking around and doing their jobs as they chatter and whistle amongst each other, devoid of any suspicious activity. The cargo ship that docked an hour ago, devoid of any suspicious —

Well. It wasn't suspicious until he realized that the distant ringing he's heard all night wasn't interference from the dinky, little radio one of the workers has been using to blast old, jazzy tunes, but a shrill crying noise coming from the ship. A normal person wouldn't even be able to detect it, but years of training with the League taught Damian to filter and identify any and all noises he picks up automatically.

"Red Robin. I've identified a potential trafficking situation. Stand by."

"Copy. Standing by," Tim says. "Ready to dispatch EMTs on your word and receive that fifty bucks when you get back."

"Yeah, yeah," he grunts, grappling down the building and taking cover in the shadows, maneuvering his way around the harbor men and onto the ship without a sound.

The closer he gets, the louder the crying becomes. He can tell it's just one person making the sound, and that they seem to be locked in one of the titanium crates on the back of the ship. It's child's play to locate the right one and pop the lock open with the small hand laser from his tool bag.

The second it's gone the lid flies open, and Damian gets knocked down by someone he can only describe as ethereal.

You are a collection of stand-out features. Glowing, bright eyes. A wild mane of hair. Well-tailored, form fitting robes. And a huge, breathtaking pair of white wings, that unfurl from your back and shake out into their full width with barely a whisper of sound.

You're bleeding, Damian realizes belatedly. You're bleeding gold. It drips from a wound in your shoulder, running down the sleeve of your robe and soaking the fabric. Small beads trail down your fingertips and stain his chest where you're using your weight to pin him to the ground.

"Whoa," he mutters, because that's the only thing in his mind. Just. Whoa.

You furrow your brow and glare at him, muttering something in a dialect he doesn't understand. The confusion on his face must be evident, because you quickly become frustrated.

"Ira neshmi le-hyr!" You demand, waving the wrist of your other hand in his face, which has a LexCorp-branded tracking bracelet on it. There are faint scratch marks around the skin where you obviously tried to pry the device off.

"Robin? What's the situation? Am I dispatching EMT?" Tim's voice sounds in his ear, startling Damian into taking full stock of the situation again. He blinks a few times, picking up on bootsteps approaching his location, your increasing franticness from where you're knelt above him, and the riskiness of what he's about to do.

"No EMTs," Damian says, reaching for the handheld laser again. He holds it up for you to see, then gestures to your wrist.

You hesitate for only a moment, then offer him your arm and watch him slice the bracelet off and pocket it. With a quick sleight of band, he presses a tracker of his own into the sleeve of your robes, then urges you to get off him.

"Bad people are coming," he says, gesturing to the shadows of figures he can see getting closer. "You should come with me. I can get you somewhere safe."

You stare at him like you don't understand what he's saying. He lets out a frustrated sigh. There's no time for this.

"Me. You. Come with me. That way." He gestures to you, then himself, then points in the direction of the Bat Cave with urgency.

Your eyes dart to where he points, then you nod. He's about to try to figure out how to pantomime you tucking your wings in so you can sneak around better, but you stride forward, wrap your arms around his waist, and use them to take off into the air. Damian clings to you and yelps, drawing the attention of the men on the ship. There's a cacophony of shouting down below that quickly grows faint the farther away you fly.

"The package is escaping!! Someone call the boss!"

"Do we shoot it down?"

"No, you idiot! We need it alive! We'll track it down —"

The rest of their words are lost to the wind. Damian holds onto you with white knuckles and refuses to look down. It's too dark and too smoggy in Gotham to look up at the stars, so the only other thing to observe is you.

If he thought you were stunning on the ground, you're something else in the air. The wind pushes your hair around and out of your face, revealing small markings around your cheeks and eyes. The light your wings catch makes them almost glitter with every beat as you propel the two of you onward. Briefly, you travel over a more illuminated section of the city, which make your eyes look like little constellations.

He's utterly captivated.

"Nirr'm? Luola stesh?" You try to ask him, directing your gaze to him. Damian has no idea how to answer a question he can't understand, so he just points to the ground.

You scan around for a secluded spot to land and gently coast to the ground, setting him down. Damian locks his knees to keep them from buckling and takes several slow, deep breaths.

"I can't understand you," he says after a moment. You furrow your brows again. "And based on your expression, it's vice-versa."

"Robin, come in!" Tim says in his ear, and, oh, he'd forgotten that he stopped responding for ten minutes. "I'm tracking your location and it says you're four miles away from the harbor? What's your status? Do I need to send Batman in for backup?"

"Negative, do not send backup. Don't send EMTs, either."

"You said there was a trafficking situation?"

"Yeah," Damian says, "metahuman trafficking. Don't send anyone until I can figure out how to communicate that they wouldn't be a threat."

"Communicate? What, they don't speak any of the thousand languages you know?"

Damian doesn't respond.

"Oh, shit. Okay. Standing by."

While he'd been talking to Tim, you had inched your way closer and closer to Damian. When he focuses on you again, he almost flinches back after finding you less than a foot away. You perk up when you notice him give you attention and lift your hands up, curling them around his shoulders.

"Um," he mutters, "what are you doing?"

"De-ad'nin," you say, leaning closer. Your eyes don't leave his. "Hmnik?"

"I don't...I can't understand you," he says again. You're waiting for him to do something, he can tell that much. He just doesn't know what you want.

You lean in even more, practically sharing breath. Damian can feel his cheeks warming, but curiosity overwhelms the impropriety, so he doesn't move away. You seem to take this as some sort of permission.

Closing the gap, you press your mouth to his, and Damian freezes.

Soft, he thinks. Your lips are soft. His hands twitch at his sides as he fights the urge to grab your waist, but you have no such reservations as you press yourself practically flush against him and prod at the seam of his mouth with your tongue. A frankly embarrassing whine leaves him, but Damian relents and starts kissing you back with the same level of enthusiasm you show him. Even though his gloves, he can tell that your hair is ridiculously soft as he runs his fingers through it. He's briefly lost in a flurry of sensations, overwhelmed by you, and just when blood starts redirecting itself to other places, you pull away again and clear your throat.

"You helped me," you murmur, slowly and steadily, like you're testing out the words as you say them. "You set me free. Thank you."

"...you're...welcome?" Damian pants, his mind still a little gooey. "Wait, that's English. You're — did you kiss me to learn English?"

"I did," you smile. "I needed to convey my gratitude in your common tongue. I hope I didn't offend you."

Offend was definitely not the word to use. He gently pulls his hands from your hair, but you make no move to separate, so he settles them on your waist instead.

"You're wounded," he says, tipping his head in the direction of your shoulder. The bleeding has slowed, but not stopped. "Let me take you somewhere to get that wrapped."

"Take me where?" You ask. "Not back to the laboratory?"

"No." He doesn't know what lab you're talking about, but he knows he would never willingly put you back in Luthor's hands. "A cave. It has a medical ward where you can have that cut stitched closed."

You seem to give it some thought, idly playing with the hair at the nape of Damian's neck. It takes so much more effort than he anticipates not to melt into it. Your bare skin against his almost burns. You're exceptionally warm, near-feverish.

"Yes," you eventually agree. "You are..." You tilt your head as you search for the right words to use. "Trustworthy. I will go with you there."

Damian relaxes. He presses a finger to his comm.

"Red Robin, send the Batmobile to my location for extraction. I'm bringing the metahuman to the Batcave."

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buff guy

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ʚ Part 1 ɞ

❥ CW: chubby fem reader x buff guy

❥ A/N: hello!! I compiled the first two drabbles of this series into one fic! Im hoping to continue the fics in the future :) feedback is always appreciated!!

It's when he brings you flowers for the third time that you become a little suspicious of his intentions.

"He likes you," your coworker whispers as he leaves. "When are you gonna give him the chance?"

You shrug, putting the flowers on the counter by the register, rearranging them a bit.

"I think he's just trying to be nice."

"Why in the world would he keep bringing you flowers if he wasn't interested in you?" She grabs your shoulder, pulling you to face her. "The next time he comes in, just ask him how he feels. Maybe he'll be more direct and tell you how he feels."

Two days later, he's back, carrying a red bag. He approaches the counter, opposite hand in his pocket.

"The usual?" your coworker asks, but he's not looking at her, staring at you across the room, watching you steam milk. You pour the milk in a paper cup, placing down the pitcher and finally making eye contact with him. The two of you stare at each other, your coworker glancing back and forth before approaching you.

"Let me take over," she says, taking the cup from you and putting on a lid. She leans in to whisper. "Ask him."

You glance at her before looking back at him, running your hands over your apron, approaching the register where he stands.

"The usual?" you ask, and he nods. You click on the screen, bringing up his order. "Anything else?"

"What's your favorite drink?"

You twist your lip, looking up in thought.

"It's a little complicated."

"Tell me."

You take a deep breath.

"Well, I like to get two ristretto shots over ice, add two blue sugars, sometimes I add toffeenut or white mocha, and then I add oatmilk. Or soy, if I want some protein."

He hums.

"One of those too."

You pause, tilting your head quizzically before reaching towards the register.

"What size?"

"Whatever size you get."

You squint in thought, typing in the order. You give him the total, let him insert his credit card, and grab the cups you need. You make his order quickly, placing it at the other end of the counter where he now stands. You work on the second drink, placing it in front of him a minute later. He doesn't move for either drink.

"Is... there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yeah." He pushes the second drink back towards you. "Drink this for me."

"I—"

"And take this." He places the red bag on the counter next to the drink.

"Uh... what is it?" He nods towards the bag.

"Open it."

You hesitate, sliding the bag towards you and glancing inside.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck, you think as you reach in and take out a heavy box wrapped in plastic.

"Perfect by Marc Jacobs?" you ask in a whisper. You glance up at him and he's just staring at you, an intense look in his eye. You swallow, peeling off the plastic and opening the box. You pull out the bottle, removing the cap and sniffing.

"Smells nice." You put the cap back on and look at him again. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

You both stand there silently for a moment before you put the perfume back in the box.

"Did you get this for me because I smell?"

His eyes widen, his hands raised.

"I didn't—"

He stops when you smile and laugh, tossing the plastic in the trash.

"I'm just messing with ya." You see his shoulders loosen as he lowers his arms, a smirk creeping up on his lips.

"Funny."

You move the bag behind the counter, making sure there wasn't a line before returning to him.

"Do you usually buy perfume for girls?"

"No," he replies quickly, finally taking his drink. "Just you."

You hum, grabbing the drink he bought for you.

"Why?"

He swallows his drink, staring at you the whole time.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Um... no, not really."

He scoffs, putting his cup down.

"The flowers, the perfume... what do you think it means?"

"Uh..." You glance at your coworker who's just leaning against the counter, smiling as she watches the two of you. "I, um... I thought you were just trying to be nice."

"You think buying perfume for a stranger is 'trying to be nice'?"

"I don't know," you reply defensively. "I just don't see why else you would give me stuff."

He leans his hands against the counter, bringing his eyes down to your level.

"You really can't think of any reason why someone would bring you flowers and perfume?"

You pause, then shrug, pouting at him. He sighs, hanging his head before standing up straight, grabbing his cup.

"Guess I'll have to try harder next time."

You scrunch your eyebrows as he starts walking away.

"Try what next time?" He doesn't answer, opening the front door. "Try what next time?" you yell after him, but he's already gone, taking a right and walking down the street.

You're dumbstruck. Your coworker starts squealing and jogs to you.

"Oh my god, the tension was so thick I could cut it with a knife!" She giggles and bounces. "I can't believe my work bestie is being pursued by a guy like that!"

"He's not pursuing me." She groans, throwing her head back.

"Alright, sure, keep telling yourself that. Meanwhile he'll keep bringing you flowers and then it'll be chocolate and jewelery and–"

You zone out, not paying attention. You glance at the drink he bought for you, wondering.

"He's coming!" your coworker whispers to you, bouncing for a moment before regaining her composure as he walked through the door. He approaches the counter, glancing at her before staring at you. He's carrying a bouquet of roses and a red box wrapped with a white bow.

"You're here for her, right?" she asks, pointing at you. He nods, and she turns, giving you two thumbs up as she walks past you, moving to the other side of the coffee bar. You pause, unsure, but eventually make your way to the register.

"Your usual?" you ask, but he shakes his head.

"Not today." He hands out the flowers and box. "For you."

"I..." You don't know what to say, so you just take the gifts, giving an awkward smile. "Thank you...?"

He nods towards the box.

"Open it."

You try not to show how nervous you are, putting down the roses on the counter. You peel the white ribbon from the box, taking off the red lid.

"Holy fuck?" you whisper, putting down the lid and pulling out a string of pearls. "What is this?"

"They're pearls."

"Yeah, I can see that, but why are you giving them to me?"

"Do you not like them?"

"No, I do like pearls, but–" You put the pearls back in the box, staring up at him. "Why are you giving them to me?"

"So you can wear them."

You roll your eyes.

"What? No, really? I thought I was supposed to eat them."

He smiles.

"You're funny. I like that."

You sigh, putting the lid back on the box, setting it down on the counter.

"Look, you've been really nice, but I don't think this is appropriate."

He glares.

"Why?"

"Well," you start, fiddling with your fingers, "I don't think your girlfriend would like you giving me all these things."

"I don't have a girlfriend." You blink.

"Well, I don't think your boyfriend would—"

He laughs, deep and gruff. It makes your stomach flip in the best way.

"I'm not into men."

"Then... well, why would you—"

"Look," he starts, leaning against the counter. "I want you to wear those pearls. I want you to wear the perfume I got you too. I want you to wear them to dinner with me."

Your cheeks burn. You swallow hard.

"W-Why do you want to have dinner with me?"

"You'll see." He stands up, reaching his hand out. "May I see your phone?"

You hesitate, but reach into your pocket, unlocking your phone and handing it to him. He takes it gently—holy fuck his hands are big—and taps at the screen for a little while. He hands the phone back to you, smirking at you. You read the screen, seeing his phone number and contact name: Future Husband 💕.

You sputter, wondering if your face could burn any hotter as you look up at him.

"Send me your address: I'll pick you up on Friday at seven."

Before you can respond, he turns and walks away, leaving the coffee shop. Your coworker squeals behind you.

"Oh my god, girl! I am totally living vicariously through you."

You huff, changing his phone contact to something more sensible.

Buff Guy

[hanta-seros-wifey]

something in the orange| fratboy!katsuki bakugo x f!softgirl!reader

summary: childhood competitive friends take a college cooking course together for fun. katsuki bakugo, our amazing frat boy, and y/n, our amazing soft hearted girl. katsuki has a soft spot for her, but because of his ego won't let it show. denki being denki, lets a secret spill out which can ultimately make or break your friendship with katsuki bakugo

chapter 8: katsuki bakugo & the look of love

warnings: suggestive!!

“okay kats just follow me” you said softly standing in front of the mirror and watching him through the reflection. you did basic dance moves, easy enough for a beginner so katsuki can get the hang of it, but he ultimately fails, again.

“okay sweets we all know i dont have the proper balance that you do” he says putting his hands on his hips and sighing out in frustration. “wanna take a break?” you ask him sweetly and he nods.

he walks towards you and places his hands gently on your shoulders. he stares at you and a slight smile creeps onto his face. he pulls you into a hug and you wrap your arms around his neck to hug him back.

“whats this for kats?” you asked closing your eyes and relishing the hug. “cant hug my girlfriend?” he says and you laugh softly. you pull away and look up at him.

he looks down at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen him with. he sighs out softly and reaches to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. he doesnt directly say the words but in this moment, just by the way he’s looking at you, you know what he’s trying to say.

“wanna go get food?” you ask him and he nods his head. you clean up and change, immediately walking out and heading down to the on campus cafe. “hey denks, eiji!” you said waving at them with a big smile on your face.

“y/n!” they said together pulling you into a hug. “and katsuki” katsuki grumbles out and you laugh softly. “we got a booth, sero, shoto, jiro, and mina should be coming in soon” denki says leaving his bag in the booth as a placeholder.

“cool do you want us to stay while you both get food?” you asked them and they nod their heads. “thanks y/n” eijiro said and got in line with denki. you and katsuki sit next to each other waiting for them to come back.

“i didnt agree to this” he mumbled out looking at you. “i wanted my food” he says and you smile at him. “youre funny” you said kissing his cheek.

katsuki pulls out his phone and opens his camera app. “say cheese” he says holding the phone out to take a picture of the both of you. “cheese” you say smiling and katsuki snaps it.

you kiss his cheek and he snaps another picture. he turns to look at you and plants a kiss on your lips, snapping another picture. he puts his phone down without pulling away and you giggle into the kiss.

“woah are we interrupting something” hanta says as he, shoto, and mina join you guys at the table. katsuki pulls away and gives you a look and narrows his eyes at his friends. “nope!” you said cheeks heating up.

“im absolutely dreading finals” sero whines and removes his scarf and coat. “you gotta pass if youre the one designing our future buildings” denki says as he and eijiro come back. denki gives jiro a forehead kiss and eiji gives mina a sweet small kiss.

“you all go get food were here to watch the table” eijiro says to you all. “here babe” he says and gives his ID card to mina. denki hands his over to jiro and she takes it, following after all of you.

you and katsuki order your food, him paying with his meal swipes how generous. you stand with katsuki waiting for your names to be called. your phone vibrates in your pocket and you pull it out to see what it is.

katsukibakugo mentioned you in their story

you looked up at him as he stares ahead, one arm draped around your waist and he’s fighting off a smile. you open it to see and its the photo you both just took. the kissing one.

you look up and see he’s added it to a highlight and added a song. no. 1 party anthem. he wrote something and you almost missed it completely.

my girl for life

you liked it and turned your phone off, looking up at katsuki. “youre adorable” you said smiling up at him. he looks down at you and maintains eye contact. he leans down to plant a small kiss on your lips.

“katsuki!” a worker yells out and you both move to grab both dishes and return back to the booth. “awww bakubro” eijiro says sliding his phone over the table.

he doesnt say anything, his faint smile present. “aww he’s in love” sero teased as he came back with his food sliding into the booth, next to you. everyone comes back to the table and sits happily, chatting.

“we need to find you a girl man” kirishima says pointing his fork at sero. he shakes his head taking a sip of his drink. “as much as that sounds awesome, i cannot take the responsibility of a boyfriend role at the moment” he shakes his head.

“aw look at that being responsible” you teased and he gave you a deadpanned look. “i think its cause he’s probably too stupid to hold a relationship on top of school” jiro smirked and everyone starts laughing.

“you guys are mean” sero says crossing his arms, offended. after eating dinner with your friends, you all went back to the dorms for a movie night.

you skipped along with mina and jiro, giggling about everything.

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you lay in katsuki’s dorm room watching him play video games with kirishima, denki, and sero. you wear katsuki’s big track and field sweatshirt he bought at the beginning of the school year.

you got up and moved to sit in his lap as he continues shooting while sero yells at denki through the headphones. he puts a hand on your waist and you lean your head on his shoulder.

“almost done kats?” you asked him and he doesnt respond. “alright im off” he announces and immediately gets off the game. he turns to you and sighs softly.

he looks at you with tired eyes, but always remains that look he has when he stares at you. the look of love. he leans over and presses a kiss to your lips. you return it back, softly holding onto the back of his head. your nails raked his scalp and he groans.

you pull away and get up, pulling him with you. “wanna see some choreography i have figured out?” you asked him as he takes a seat on his bed. “go crazy sweets” he smiles at you, eyes remained on your figure to let you know he’s watching with intent.

you danced around in his room and his eyes lit up everytime you did something impressive. you stood there huffinf for air as you looked at katsuki. “hey sweets a question” he says with a smirk.

“shoot” you said tilting your head to the side. “youre wearing this big sweatshirt, a nice one at that, with no shorts on?” he says leaning his arms on his knees and tilting his head to the side with the biggest smirk ever.

your face immediately heats up and you cover your face while turning away from him. “no dont get all shy with me” he says grabbing your hands and pulling you closer to him.

you stand in between his legs and he smiles up at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “its okay just teasing” he whispers to you and you smile. he positions you to straddle him and you smile down at him.

“im tired” you breathed out and he nodded his head. he grabbed you tightly and positioned the both of you to finally get some rest. you cuddled into his chest and he wrapped his arm around you.

“i love you kats” you whispered out into the quiet dark room. “i love you sweets” he whispered back and placed a loving kiss on your forehead.

●~*

“what is sex like?” you asked as you stormed into the on campus cafe and spotted your girls at a booth. “woah” momo said and turned the other way. toru moved over to make some space for you to sit.

“why you askin’?” mina smirked and you looked at the girls with urgency written on your face. sero and todoroki being in the booth over, listened intently.

“i wanna jump to the next step with kats” you said shyly and all the girls squealed with happiness. “our make out sessions have been getting steamier by the minute and i cant take it anymore” you sighed frustrated.

“yea girl you need some action” jiro says and the girls nod. momo looks flustered as she drinks her tea and looks down at her human anatomy textbook.

“okay miss textbook dont act like you and iida havent done anything” mina points her fork accusingly at momo. momo only looks away as the girls giggle.

“just talk to bakugo about it, im sure he’s been waiting patiently about this too” ochaco says softly and the girls agree.

“okay” you smiled and got up. “wait now?” toru asks and you shook your head no. “im getting coffee. need to hype myself up a bit” you breathed out and got in line for coffee.

●~*

later that day, you were in your room, doing your research. a knock on your door dragged you out of your thoughts as you closed your computer and moved to open the door.

katsuki was on the other side and you immediately let him in. “whatcha doin princess?” he asks you placing a kiss on your lips, letting it linger. “hm? doing homework” you said pointing at your laptop and grabbing it putting it on your desk.

“and what brings you here handsome?” you asked him, hands on your hips. “cant spend time with my pretty girlfriend?” he asks getting closer to you.

he puts his hands on your hips and you smile up at him. “here for a makeout session?” you asked him getting on your tip toes to kiss him. he kisses back and your hands tangle in his hair.

you pull away to look at him and you decide to just go for it. you grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, discarding it on your floor. you stare at his bare chest, breathing heavily and you smile.

“that okay?” you ask him and he gets closer smirking down at you. “is the door locked?” he asks you and you glance over his shoulder. “no” you said and he picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he moves to lock it.

“where were we” he says before locking lips with you again. he tugs on your sweatshirt and you pull away to help him remove it. “we really doing this?” he asks you with reassuring eyes. “fuck yes finally” you giggle out kissing him again as he leads you towards your bed, dropping you softly as he climbs over you.

●~*

you lay in your bed together, pastel yellow sheets covering your naked bodies. youre in katsuki’s arms as he brushed your hair softly away from your face. “how was it?” he asks you quietly as he traced circles on your bare waist.

“it was great” you said looking up at him. he smiles down at you and cups your face gently. “im happy you are my firsts for everything” he says sighing contently. “im happy you are my firsts for everything too kats” you said pressing a kiss to his lips.

“and it has to stay that way got it?” he tells you and you nod your head. “was planning on it silly” you giggle pulling him in. “i love you kats” you said with a huge smile on your face as you pressed a kiss to his neck (where you left a mark).

“i love you more sweets” he said kissing your neck as he pulled you in closer. “having a sex conversation in public is crazy no?” he says in a teasing tone and you whip your head to look at him.

“what?!” you exclaimed sitting up slightly and resting your head against your hand. in this position your right boob pops out from under your comforter, katsuki looks down at it and back up to your eyes.

“sero and todoroki overheard and reported back to me. honestly you could’ve talked to me about it from the beginning, i wanted you to say something or make the first move to know it was okay to do it” he said sincerely rubbing your shoulder comfortably.

“put that away” he mutters tucking your boob into the comforter. you burst out laughing as katsuki does too. he stops laughing and stares at you.

katsuki bakugo and the look of love.

AHH I FINISHED IT YAYY. thank you so much for the love & support this series got. im sorry if it was a shitty ending but ahh i dont care i love how it ended!!

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middle school keiji yapping session because People like my ugly son!!!!

tw for sh, gender dysphoria, internalized transphobia

So. Middle school keiji was very very different than current kei. I had already mentioned before that he had tried to appear extra feminine to make himself feel better but. that just made things worse

Im gonna tall a bit more abt Keiji's and Himeko's relationship here cuz I LOVE THEM!!!!

But for context: middle school keiji was. how do I say this. it's not that he was "disliked"...cuz he wasn't. He was neutral with mostly everyone, he liked to help people out..he really was a great kid. but when his dysphoria got worse. ough. He lost most of his motivation to do basically anything.

So I'm sure yall know of his bedrotting habits...well this is where it started. He couldnt bring himself to do anything so many days and school just exhausted him. His school wasn't an all-girls, but he was already deep into thay circle where most of the people he surrounded himself with were. approximately 7th grade. He started to sh during this time. He hated his body he hated it so much he wanted to destroy it

One day he had a panic attack in the middle of the day in school. He ran to the bathroom and could barely breath over how much he choking on his own tears. That's when a girl came in. Her name? Himeko Kobayashi. She was in his class and noticed how he ran off. She was able to lure him out and calm him down eventually. About a month or two later, they started to date. co-dependent yuri!!!

they dated for a while. Idk how to describe keiji's personality at this time but she did make him a looot better. He relied on her a lot which probably wasn't healthy but she really loved keiji so she didn't really mind, cuz she also wanted to help. She didn't know about the whole gender dysphoria thing though 1. because keiji thought she'd hate him and 2. keiji didn't even realize what it meant. He just thought he was weird and. yeah.he knew what being trans meant but he didn't think that he was.

the best I can describe him is like those kids who say "my dick is bigger than yours" but doesn't laugh crazy about just kinda looks at you like 😼. kinda smug, kinda. urgh. a mixture of akito and mizuki if you. get it

He started to try out new stuff, and one thing he did was wearing his brother's clothes. His brother was already headed off to college, and wasn't home a lot of the time, unless it was break. Keiji would go into his room and wear his clothes and just. stare. most of the time he "hated" it because he thought that type of behaviors was weird and gross and he just. hurt himself. afterwards.

it was winter break. One day, Himeko came over. It was just gonna be keiji for the weekend because his mom was out for work. They watched movies, ate snacks, all that. Keiji...wasn't feeling great that day. He was stressed the entire time and as much as he loved himeko..he wanted her to leave so he could get back to well. yeah.

Himeko is a rather emotionally intelligent person. She notices things many others don't, so when keiji was off that day, she realized. So when he asked to go to his room for a moment, she knew something was wrong, and opened the door. A sight she didn't expect to see was keiji on the ground with a box cutter, his arms and thighs bleeding. She ran to him, taking it out of his hand. and that was the moment he broke. He just started wailing, grabbing at her back as she hugged him, tears he'd been pushing back all just coming out at the same time. he started wailing apologies to her, to which she said he had nothing to be sorry for.

Suddenly, he started wailing about his body. How he hated it and hated how he looked and felt and was a girl. He started spilling out how he would look in the mirror each time he changed his clothes and he just feel so angry and disgusted and so wrong and how he couldn't stand anything about himself. He told her it was okay for her to leave now, since he thought she'd find him gross and weird and crazy. But. she didn't. instead, she slowly caressed his head, rubbing his shoulders, and softly spoke.

"Do you want to be a boy?"

It hadn't really hit him before that, he just didn't want to be a girl. But. he realized. shit. she's. she's onto something. Keiji slowly stopped crying, looking to her with big eyes. Himeko took that as a yes. She smiled and said if it was okay for her to start referring to him as one, and using masc pronouns for him. He..really liked that idea. So he said sure.

The rest of the night was. really nice actually. Himeko cleaned him up, getting him good bandages and antiseptic. She offered to cut his hair, which he happily took the offer for. She plopped him into a hoodie and they went down to the 24hr convenience store below his apartment. It was already 12/1 am, so it was dark. Shr grabbed some proper scissors, and keiji asked if it was okay for her to dye his hair too. she said ofc, and when she asked what color, he said green, since that was the natural color of his mom and brother's hair (unlike him who had naturally brown)

They went back and put on some music, and she got to hair-cutting. After that, keiji had called his brother, asking if it was okay for him to wear his clothes sometimes. He easily said yes and..yeah :3

Things were much much better. He still lost motivation and confined himself to his room occasionally but. He was better nonetheless. He came out to his mom and brother, who both happily accepted him. they didn't have the money for treatment but himeko did get him a reeaally good binder and some tape. They were even able to make it so that keiji could wear the male uniform in school. You could see his current personal started to sprout here, he was very active, very whimsical very silly very. yeah. he was great. and. he loved it!!!

Himeko and keiji continued to date up until the end of the first year of hs. They were the most loveliest love birds yould ever seen. first year of hs...which was also when he moved and...a certain event happened...but I'm not getting into that bc this a middle school keiji yapping session!!!! not hs!!!! yall don't get that from till u ask :3

holy shit this was long

TAGS!! For the people who desired it

@kitchenaidmixer02 @cellphone-love-story @sillystringstar @boiledbasil

also @birchtreecat because you like keiji !!!!

[cozylittleartblog]

me omw to scare mormons out of a wendys!! 🍂🖤🍟

ootd from like 2 weeks ago and yes that really happened

[insomnya777]

joel etho single dads au .........

[sukibenders]

Looking back at the early seasons of Bridgerton, Anthony gave his family a lot of grace because the amount of stress they put him under....chile, I would've blown my fuse way earlier than he did. Especially with Violet!

[pallases]

IM FREEEEEE

[organised-disaster]

@randosfandos @baxieblur-turnip

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[jrueships]

What are the psychosexual consequences of the twolves dominance right now

mmm.. i have been Chewing on this...

for quite some time .

so this is a thought i have always had tbh. These playoff results so far have just been bolstering my confidence in it.

Ant and Kat's love is loud love.

The Suns love is no love. Not that they dont have any love At All, because they do. But for each other? Im not so sure. The Suns is Men doing it all for the image of finally being champions so they can prove themselves to the people OUTSIDE their team.

The nuggets is domestic love. It's quiet, it's comfortable, it's won a championship, it's retired love. Retired does Not mean dead, it does not mean completely inactive, it means slower moving, at a personal pace, enjoying what you find to be the thing you wouldn't mind dying doing. Jokic and Jamal don't have to say they're in love 24/7 to let us know they're in love. Jokic doesn't have to talk about horses all the time to reporters for reporters to find out how much he actually does from him always going back to visit them. It's quiet, but it's so strong that it doesn't have to be anything but quiet to know

The mavs is a love built on respect. Wordless, they know they can depend on the other no matter what troubles the other may be dealing with or how much is happening, they Know someone will always be there to get the job done. They KNOW it's not a waste, whatever they're doing .

Kat Needs positive reinforcement, reminisces on it, dreams for it, grows restless and angered without it. Gets real self-conscious and starts faking everything to seem like he has everything so people can start treating him like he's not just some everybody in the world, but a SOMEbody in the world, someone whose opinions, thoughts, actions, and.. possibly most importantly.. WORDS will always be remembered as a meaningful contribution to the world.

Ant is a people pleaser. But he's not the meek, 'let your favorite teacher pronounce your name wrong until the grave' people pleaser where it can be pointed out as a problem, he's a Clever one. He's the kind of people pleaser who can step into a room and spotlight the targets that need the most self-value.. all so He can assure his Own self-value, and protect it. Because, ultimately, the phrase 'everybody loves Anthony edwards' is all about Anthony Edwards, which should be obvious, right? The answer's smack dab in front of your face, but the Confidence. The charisma of it all. Covers it. Conceals it just briefly, just enough for him to get away with it. Ant always knows what to say without even thinking twice. He's such a charmer. Except he's not. He's Always thinking, always brewing up the best ways to become a spectacle. Why even video himself saying that slur shit in the first place? Why not just keep that between him and his friend in the car like probably a good chunk other basketball players do ( because let's be honest. These are probably pretty straight men. They hate people like us. )

He can't. That wouldn't give him the best results in the kind of satisfaction he craves, which is all self based, when boiled down. He HAS to not only impress his one friend in the car with his in power teasing of others who don't even have a clue, he has to try and impress Everyone that he's included in his circle, and he just accidentally included the wrong crowd in that.

Ant and kat together are just two self-conscious people who like being together so they don't feel like they're two self-conscious people who like being together. Love can come in multiple forms, but, in my opinion, love oftentimes needs multiple forms to be at its strongest. When you pour all your love into one bucket, it leaves the others hollow. Love can be quiet, and it can be loud, it can be through words, through actions, through the easy times, AND the hard times, it is love.

I like to call Kat and ant the warped jaren and ja bcs unlike jaren and ja where it can all get spoiled from jaren saying something stupid like 'i love you' when they ARE in love and are just uncomfortable saying it, kat and ant NEED to say they're in love so they can feel like they aren't in it. It being Actual love, deep love that requires more than just pretty words and over-the-top compliments and sayings and comparisons and declarations. Actual love like ant going to kat's house and bringing the rest of the team because he knows kat misses having a stable family, hates the fact that something is missing and he'll never get it back.

Actual love like being awkward with each other

Which they Hate. Terribly. The two of them.

So they'll say how much they're in love with the other, how fondly they think about their memories, how they're so close. They'll tease and laugh and try to instruct the other. And the media laps it up, of course. Especially over the quiet love. It's just so boring in comparison.

Love is thrilling, and it is also boring. Like doing menial activities together like watching the news when you two could actually be the ones on it by doing something crazy together, but you don't, and you aren't, because you both agreed it's going to be a cozy day today where you'll both just be a cute pair of couch potatoes on a sofa watching TV together.

Ant and kat CANT be boring. They CANT just sit in that silence together. They have to say something. They have to know the other doesn't consider them a waste of their time because they don't have that same assurance in themselves.

Love is being scared.

Theyre not scared.

They can't Be scared.

Being down by 2 doesn't mean anything besides we'll bounce back. We're not scared about it. I played well, the shots just weren't falling, but i did good. We are doing good. We love each other. We swear.

We're not scared .

(TV loves confidence)

(Love loves fear)

[widevibratobitch]

my god. skinny people really just have like. No Idea huh just absolutely not a single clue lmao it's almost funny to watch fr but then id lie if i said i wouldn't fucking kill to be able to be that ignorant

[dandyshucks]

"your f/o understands-" i don't know if he does actually, but by god he tries his best anyways. and sometimes he gets it and other times he doesnt, but either way he will stand by me and support me in it! ... i suppose supporting is a type of understanding in its own right, though

[sukibenders]

Listen, and I say this as a Rhaenicent fan, but seeing some on Twitter going "Alicent would never hurt Rhaenyra like that," or "But if she were with Alicent..." really has me shaking my head because, really? That's what you thought coming out of this episode?

[pyrotechnicdarts]

ive just had a revelation give me a day to gather some screenshots ill make the best rodimus + prowl + getaway meta post ever. dont hold me to that though