#best readers ❤️

[embyrinitalics]

Hi, I'm a HUGE fan of you and your work! I think my favourite so far is Selfless. You constructed everything perfectly with his identity issue to his addiction. As a writer, if I may ask, how do you know just how you can write around intercations and actions without it growing tiresome? I always end up too straightforward or too redundant so I was hoping for some pointers if it's something you learned. And another thing is how you always find the words and metaphors to explain something. I always find myself unable to explain the feelings and sensations or just plucking it from another story somewhere. Is it because of experience, something you learned, or does it just come to you eventually? Sorry for all the questions. I'd be really happy if you could provide me with some pointers or stuff you learned because your writing truly boggles my mind more than I honestly wished it would lol. Have a nice dayy!!

YOU ARE SO INCREDIBLY KIND! 😭 Thank you! I'm so glad you liked Selfless. And someone liking my stuff enough to ask for WRITING ADVICE? 🤯😍😭 I'm a wreck over here.

I know every writer is different and what has worked well for me might be extremely unhelpful to someone else, but I'll try my best!

If a scene feels tiresome it might be because it lacks purpose. Without a clear direction to move in, it's easy to write yourself in circles. Having the foundations of your scene clearly in mind, like what your characters are feeling going into it, what they will learn/how their opinions or attitude will shift as a result of this exchange, and the end goal that will mark the end of the scene, can help keep the pace appropriately brisk and the interaction meaningful. As a "discovery writer," I often find myself asking those questions halfway into a scene (or even after it's written), which can lead to a lot of editing or even just erasing paragraphs that aren't contributing. If you can answer those questions before you get started, that's great; but if you're like me and have characters that often surprise you with their reactions, there's nothing wrong with editing or rewriting the scene to include what you've learned along the way.  

If a scene feels too straightforward it might help to inject a little subtlety. Showing how someone is feeling rather than telling can breathe a lot of life into a paragraph. (Not "She felt happy," but "She smiled so hard her eyes crinkled.") Introducing a third unrelated element for your character's feeling to manifest towards is also a neat trick I've been playing with recently that can add another layer of depth. (She bought a pie she's excited to eat when she gets home, but after something disappointing happens, she no longer wants to eat the pie.)  

If a scene feels redundant it might help to trust your audience more. Writing is among the most participatory art forms in that your reader's imagination is going to supply a lot of what you don't say. Over-explaining not only leads to rambling paragraphs but can also inhibit your storytelling. Let your reader infer things. Leave them breadcrumbs in your characters actions (drifting eyes, twitching fingers) or in the unsaid (like in Selfless, when Zelda says, "The moon looks beautiful tonight," and Link scoffs, "You think so?"). On the sentence level, less is usually more. Because I'm wordy, I can almost always cut a good third of the words in my sentence with no impact on clarity. Especially look out for overused whisker words (however, still, and, but, yet, etc) or qualifiers that aren't adding anything ("She smiled at him" vs "She smiled").  

That brings us to metaphors, which I struggle with immensely so I'm both flattered and shocked that you like mine. 😂 Of course skills inevitably improve with practice and I think aging in general helps (more life experiences = more to pull from), but two things I consciously try to work in are character perspective and mouthfeel. Character perspective: Dryad!Link is a tree, so he sees the world through the lens of nature, plants, the seasons, and the like, so as my narrative character his metaphors will likely pull from those sources. Huntsman!Link is a hunter, so he's more likely to think in terms of snares, traps, weapons, prey animals, stealth, a kill, and so on. Obviously this works best with a close narrative character, but it's a good trick for adding cohesion with the environment of the scene or story as well. Mouthfeel: Aligning the emotional undercurrent of the metaphor with the image usually works better for me than worrying so much about literal parallelism. Do I want this metaphor to feel melancholic, bright, hopeful, uncomfortable, creepy? Really clinging to that and running with it can lead to some unexpected (and sometimes illogical) places. I once wrote a line, "slipping through front-tooth gaps in time like pond water through soft-cupped hands," and my first inclination was to erase it because I thought "front-tooth gaps in time" didn't make any sense. But it felt like what I wanted to say, so I left it, and now it's one of my favorite little lines I've ever written. So. Don't be afraid to run with the feeling and see where it leads!

WOW THAT IS A BOOK 😂 Sorry for rambling, but apparently I like to talk craft! 🤪 If you ever want some more personalized feedback feel free to send me a DM! Thank you so much for the ask! 🥰

#asks #writingstarling #best readers ❤️ #thanks for the ask! #embyr's writing advice #long post

[ceilidho]

I’m such a slut for corruption kink and a naive clueless (honestly dumb) reader. Like best friend soap laying his head down on readers laps during a movie night, little by little making reader part her legs, until eventually his head is between her thighs; skirt bunched at her hips and panties pulled to the side as his tongue licks wet, hot, and slow stripes up her slit.

Saying things like “friends do this kinda thing all the time. It’s completely normal. But only I can do it to you, okay?”

I gotta be honest :\\ same. Sometimes I get whiny about the protagonist making dumb decisions but literally nothing makes me descend into madness faster than reader just trusting Johnny even when she really really shouldn’t.

#virgin or not like. maybe she’s just never had a guy best friend and she’s like ok so this is how it works #like you’re an IDIOT reader but you’re my idiot ❤️

[scarlettriot]

Our Girl • Kirishima X f!Reader X Bakugou

Smut • 18+ Only • Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI

this piece is written as an X Reader but it was written with @meggsngrits in mind. If that bothers you, you don’t have to read it. It’s for Meg, anyway ♡

Meg, I know it’s been a rough few days for ya so, I hope some time with your guys helps ♡

i definitely didn’t proof this at all so I’m sorry about that…

The moment Katsuki opened the door to your house he knew something wasn’t right. None of the lights had been turned on, your bag was on the floor rather than hanging on the hook like usual, and you, his adorable little wife, we’re nowhere in sight.

After taking off his boots, he took the time to hang up your bag in its rightful place and then started his search for you.

It wasn’t too hard to find you though, he didn’t exactly like seeing you laying face down on your bed with work clothes still on. Hell, you hadn’t even taken your shoes off!

For now though, he started by sliding off your shoes and setting them at the foot of the bed. “Baby girl,” his voice was low but softer than usual, “when’s the last time you ate?”

You didn’t even answer him. Just shrugged your shoulders. But, when you turned towards him, he could see the wet streaks that ran down the balls of your adorable cheeks. Nah. He couldn’t handle having you crying.

You didn’t even answer him. Just shrugged your shoulders. But, when you turned towards him, he could see the wet streaks that ran down the balls of your adorable cheeks. Nah. He couldn’t handle having you crying.

“Silly woman, c’mere.” He’s suddenly so damn thankful he showered before he left the agency so he’s able to sit on the bed fully and pull you into his arms. “Ya get ten minutes of cuddles and then I’m gonna go get you some water.”

Because if you didn’t know when the last time you ate was that also meant you hadn’t been properly hydrated either.

He pulls his phone free and texts your other husband to bring home your favorite take out.

Shitty Hair: Bad day, huh? I’ll grab some mochi too. She want anything else?

“Ei wants t’know if you want him to grab anything on the way home?”

It took you a minute but you shook your head. “No… just want ya both home.”

He relayed the information and then set his phone to rest on the nightstand.

Your arms wound around his torso and your face went back to being buried in his chest. “You’re cute, but your vice grip isn’t gonna stop from gettin’ you water.”

“Does it have to be water?” He barely heard your muffled sass.

“Yea it does, you little brat. Now, you can stay in bed while I get it for ya or you can hold on and I’ll take ya with me.” Your locked hands behind his back told him your choice.

With ease, he swung his legs over the side of the bed while you clung onto him like a little koala. His hands gripped your thick thighs and wrapped them around his narrow waist to make walking effortless.

Normally he would’ve set you on the counter but this time he moved about with you still attached. Grabbing a big water bottle and filling it to the brim. “But Kats! It’s so much!” The corner of his mouth twitched upward and so did his blonde brows. “Oh, fuck off!”

He chuckled and handed the bottle over. “When you’re finished with it, you can drink whatever ya want for the rest of the night.”

There was no point in arguing with him. He wouldn’t budge. So you sighed, “fine,” and took your first swig.

From there he took you back to the bedroom and got you changed into something more comfortable: one of Eiji’s hoodies and a pair of his sweats.

Of course, what should’ve taken less than five minutes ended up closer to thirty… you took your bra off and he couldn’t help himself! He just had to worship you for a while.

Pin your back against the closet wall and pepper kisses across your skin. Over your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipples before migrating down to your soft tummy.

The affection stopped just at the hem of your panties. “Think I’ll wait until Ei gets home, wouldn’t wanna have too much fun without him.”

You looked ready to kill but he kissed you then, hard enough to take your breath away and keep you pleasantly distracted. Stealing kiss after kiss until your lips were puffy and lungs depleted of oxygen.

“Please, Katsuki,” Gods, you sounded so pretty when you said his name like that. Already trying to guide his hand to your core.

You did have such a hard day… “Alright,” his head dipped to your neck, “my needy little woman—”

He pushed your panties to the side and felt how much you actually did need him. Groaning and pathetically rocking his hips against you as his fingers slid inside.

It didn’t take long at all to have you panting for him, whimpering broken versions of his name each time he hit your sweet spot.

“Such a good girl.”

He nips and sucks at your neck, thumb circling your clit again and again. Precise movement that he knows you love.

“Well, that’s one way to cheer her up,” both of you looked to the doorway to find Eijirou looking on, completely pleased with what he’s come home to. “Don’t stop on my account.”

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.” He hadn’t quit moving those long fingers of his the whole time either. “Think you should join me though.” He turned his ruby gaze back to you. “You want that, right baby girl? Want Ei t’make you cum too?”

He was already walking over as you nodded your head. His smile was as soft and sweet as ever dropping a light kiss on your lips like he does every day when he comes home with his little, “missed you,” and then does the same to Katsuki.

“Gimme some room, would ya?” It’s an awkward little shuffle as Katsuki makes room for Eijirou to sink to his knees between you both. Wasting no time lapping at the mess Katsuki’s made between your legs as his hands tug at his husbands sweats, pulling them down his thighs to give him a little relief too.

Between Katsuki’s fingers and Eijirou’s tongue, you certainly forget about the day you had, you forget about the whole damn week, even your name for a few seconds there.

Eijirou held one of your thighs in his large hand, kneading your soft skin, even taking a few breaks from your cunt to leave a few bite marks over the ones that had faded from just a few days ago.

His wrist flicked, using his other hand to get Katsuki closer to a release too all while muttering praises that sent the sweetest vibrations to your clit.

G— guys, oh fuck, ‘m gonna—“ you whined rather than finished the sentence.

“Gonna cum for us, cutie? That’s our girl,” Eijirou teased since Katsuki was getting close too. “G’head then. We gotcha, love.”

Your nails dig into Katsuki’s arm and pull at Eijirou’s hair as your high crashes over you. Eijirou takes a final lick at your core and leans forward to take Katsuki’s cock in his mouth. Letting the man finish there rather than in his fist.

The two of you pant above him while he smiles, using his thumb to swipe a bit of cum that spilled over.

“Welcome home, Red.” You barely get the sentence out, leaning your head on Katsuki’s shoulder.

He chuckles and kisses your thigh again. “It’s good t’be home. Feelin’ better?”

“Much better now.”

You all sat lounging around the living room with the containers of food Eijirou had brought home covering the coffee and end tables.

The guys listened to you rant about the assholes trying to tell you how to do your job. Thinking they know everything better than you do. More than once they each offered to give these retired gasbags a piece of their mind but you waved them off each time. Just thankful for them listening to you.

The two of them always do though. You could talk to them about anything and they’d give you their undivided attention. And they knew they could come to you for the same.

Whatever the three of you needed, you were always there for each other.

A shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, someone to sit around and eat junk food with… or even bending you over and screwing you until every other thought faded away. Which just so happened to be what the two of them intended on doing for you tonight just as soon as you finished your dinner ♡

#love you meg ♥️ #meg & her men 🧡❤️ #mha fic #mha smut #bnha smut #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku smut #kiribaku fluff #Kirishima smut #Bakugou smut #boomboomboi 💥 #best red rock shark ♥️🦈 #scarlett’s feeling smutty 💋

[silkspunweb]

A Gift from Santa

w.c.: 4.2k

it's just delusional fluff. husband!nanami x reader, papamin in his glory. a very late christmas fic.

a/n: As President of the Haitchverse Fanclub, thank you for all you do for us fellow kento/hiromi lovers @pseudowho ❤️

School days were coming to a stop as the days ended sooner, the air was frostier, and the holidays got closer. You mentally scolded yourself for not ending class earlier this week so the kids could finally get some time off when you hear Itadori think aloud, "Ah, we only have a few days of school left before the holiday break, huh."

"Hmm? Oh yeah," Kugisaki responded, "I was going to do some Christmas shopping."

"You're going to do it at peak Christmas shopping time??"

"Why not? Might as well get some shopping done for a new year wardrobe!" She snickered.

Noticing your curiosity, Fushiguro turned to you and asked, "What about you, Mrs. Nanami?"

"Me?"

"Yeah! What do you and Nanamin plan on doing for Christmas?" Itadori perked at the idea of his favorite teacher and favorite mentor doing mundane holiday things.

You responded without thinking much about the question, "I think we're going to work on dinner together and have some family over." Though, as soon as those words came out, there was a sense of deflation in the air.

"Ah, I see." They all shared a look, then Itadori spoke up, "I think this is my first time spending it without Grandpa."

"Now that you mention it, this is my first time spending it in Tokyo," Kugisaki shrugged.

"Usually, my sister plans dinner for us," Fushiguro said.

You could almost hear the lonely sigh they gave out as they tightly tugged their lips into a curt smile. Your heart went out to these kids. 'They're still so young. They shouldn't be spending Christmas by themselves in their dorms.' You frowned, trying to think of ways to spend time with them without making them think it was out of pity. There must be something their teacher can do. After all, what's closest to a parent figure than a teacher? Perhaps this was something your husband could solve.

Your husband. That's it. You quickly packed your bag, waving the kids off as they said their goodbyes and left the room. 'Would Kento oppose this?' You wondered, 'Nah, surely even he can't be that callous.' You headed straight for the door before pausing, "Ah, but he's definitely going to mock me for this."

You got home before Kento and sent him a quick message that you'd be preparing dinner. It was a little crazy, that idea of yours, but the craziest part would be if Ken would actually play along in your schemes (as he would call it).

"You know, you shouldn't poke your nose where it doesn't belong." You remembered him telling you that right before you took up the position to fill in as Gojo's substitute. "You're only going to get attached to them, Darling." Psh, what did he know? Only just about everything about you.

"I'm not going to get attached, Ken, I'm just doing a favor for an old friend. Besides, those kids are going to join us on the battlefield someday, maybe even tomorrow. They need someone to guide them properly, especially when Gojo's not around." You grumbled on the drive home, peering at him from the corner of your eyes as he chuckled.

"Sure love, whatever you say." He remained focused on the street before him,  "Ten dollars says you do, though."

"Nanami Kento," you faked a gasp," are you making a bet with me right now?"

"Nothing wrong with a little indulgence, is there?" You turned to him with a raised brow. There was a playful glint to his eye; he knew what he was doing here, baiting you into these childish games. There was no real prize here; the money would stay where it belonged, but he got the right to say he won.

You scoffed to yourself, 'No one would believe me if I said that my husband would partake in stupid bets like this.' You rolled your eyes at him, "Alright, ten if you win. But if I win, I want to change the color of our bedroom."

He raised a brow at you, "What's wrong with our bedroom color?"

"Nothing's wrong with it, our new room color is just going to be a reminder of my new victory."

"You're a little too confident here, don't you think," he chuckled.

Damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him. How dare he be right about everything. You felt the embarrassment on your face as you mixed the curry roux in the pot. Ugh, he was going to be so smug when he heard your stupid plans.

You could back down now, there was no reason you couldn't. Hell, maybe if it was a month ago, you wouldn't even think a second thought about these kids. But Kento, he just had to be good with children. You didn't think much of it when he came to pick you up from your mission with the kids last month. You didn't think much of it when he asked you and the kids if you guys ate yet. You didn't think much of it when he invited them to join you guys for dinner at home, seeing that it was late at night. You didn't think much of it when he offered them the couch and the spare bedrooms. You didn't think much of it when he told Itadori to eat his vegetables, handed Kugisaki a spare hair tie, and gave his seat to Fushiguro at the dinner table. You didn't think much of it when he told them to go relax, cool off, and that he would handle the dishes. But man, you saw the fond look in his eyes when he dropped them off at their dorm the next morning. You saw how happy he was to have them around, to occupy the spaces of your shared home, to relax and share a meal with these kids at the dinner table. Call it camaraderie, mentor-mentee relationship, or authoritative affections. Call it whatever you want, but Kento was meant to be a dad.

You smiled at the pot of curry in front of you. You knew he was going to mock you, but you couldn't help but wish that you were making this dinner for five right now instead of two. You knew that even though he was going to tease the hell out of you for feeling this way, the feelings were mutual and he wanted them around too. So, you sucked in a deep breath when you heard his car pull up in the driveway, turned off the stove, and made towards the door to welcome him in.

You opened the door before he could even pull out his keys, throwing yourself into his arms as he walked in.

He leaned in, putting his face into the crook of your neck, “Well hello to you, too.” He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, taking in the little things that made his home whole. 

“Welcome home,” you pressed your face into his chest, unwilling to let him see the look of defeat evident in your eyes. 

He pulled away to look at you, your eyes downcasted and a slight puff in your cheeks. “What sort of trouble did you get into this time?” He mused. 

“I need your help, Kento.” He quirked a brow at you as you suddenly helped him take off his winter coat and scarf. “There's something bothering me at school.” A light tug to loosen his tie, “It's been killing me all day,” another tug, “and I just don't know what to do.” You glared at the offending piece of fabric as if it was the cause of your demise. “Will you help me?” 

“That depends,” he hummed, “what's got you so worked up that you need my help at school?” You gave out an exaggerated sigh, walking back into the kitchen to plate him his dinner. He followed, washing his hands and setting up the table. “Is this about the kids?” He doesn't even look at you, knowing you'd do anything to deny it. It was childish, you both knew it, but you couldn't help the heat creeping up your back. How does he always know? There was a pause, then another. You placed two plates onto the dinner table, sitting down without another word, red staining your cheeks as you flushed in embarrassment. He sat down and chuckled, “I'm right, aren't I?” You scrunched your nose at him, debating to deny it or admit your grievances. “Darling,” he reached his hand across the table for you to meet his in the middle, “is this about the kids?”

Another deep sigh, “Yes Kento, it's about the kids.” You rolled your eyes, slipping him a ten dollar bill across the table. 

He chuckled, “You know that's not what I wanted in the first place.”

“Ken, really?” You frowned at him, placing one hand on top of his. His brows quirked up, making you run your other hand through your hair. “Alright, alright. You were right. I grew attached to the kids. I said I wouldn't, but I did. You warned me and you told me so. Now stop being a butt head, and help me with this.”

“I was going to tell you to say, ‘please,’ but this'll do too,” he gave a gentle squeeze. “Now, what did you have in mind?”

“I need you to dress as Santa.”

“No.”

“But—

“Absolutely not.”

“Ken—”

“Nope.” He met your offending glare with indifference on his own face. “Why on Earth would I dress as Santa.”

“It's for the experience.”

“You think I should experience wearing red velvet and a—”

“No, not for you! The experience is for them.” His face deadpanned. “I'm serious, I think you should dress as Santa, like when dads pretend to be Santa for their—”

“They're not our kids.”

“You don't mean that.” 

“Of all things you want me to do—”

“It'd make a fond memory for them!”

“To put me in a big red coat and that ugly—”

“You wouldn't even have to wear the beard!” He gave you a pointed look. “Okay, the beard would help a lot, but Ken—”

“No.” You opened your mouth in protest, “Absolutely not.” A pout formed on your face, cheeks starting to puff in frustration. He gave out a big sigh, “I'll get them gifts to open for Christmas. Won't that suffice?” He poked one of your inflated cheeks. “We can even head over to celebrate with them if it'll make you happy.” You refused to look at him at this point, disappointed in his lack of enthusiasm for your plans. 

Getting up to clear your dinner, you grumbled as you walked past him to the sink, “They don't have anyone to go home to like we do. I just want to give them something happy to remember.” Your words hung uncomfortably in the air as he stared down at what was left of his dinner. He heard the tap turn on, then off. You left him to simmer in his thoughts. Another big sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, he quietly pulled out his phone and made some orders online. 

“They're not our kids.” Why did he say that? He knew you saw how happy he was whenever the kids were over for dinner. 

“You don't mean that.” You were right. He didn't mean it. He loved every minute of it when the kids stayed over, even if dinner time was rowdier and messier than usual. Even if he had to give up some of his comfort and private space to have these kids around. Even when he had to scold them for something as miniscule as eating their vegetables out of his work hours, for goodness sake. “I just want to give them something happy to remember.” He frowned. This could've been a happy memory for you, too. After all, it was just one day, probably not even the entire day in a stupid red suit. So what if he thought it was ugly, that dumb suit could've really made his wife happy. He groaned, opening his phone once again to make another impulsive purchase. He may have won your little bet, but it seems like you won something else after all. Even if you didn't know it yet. 

After he cleared his own plates, he made his way to get ready for bed so he could return to you. He walked through the bedroom door, disappointed to find you facing the other way. You weren't even sparing a glance at your husband nor making any cheeky comments about how wet he looked and how low that towel hung around his waist. Nothing, zilch. He sighed again, throwing on a pair of checkered pajama bottoms before making his way next to you. He had his arm over your waist, testing the waters, and a little glad that you hadn't shaken him off. 

“Good night,” you grumbled. 

He pressed his own “good night” into the crown of your head. 

You woke up a little earlier than usual with your husband's arms around you tighter than it was last night. With one arm across your chest and the other around your waist, he had your hips flush against his. It was so pleasant, you almost forgot why you had your back facing him to begin with. You blinked the sleep away, mentally at war with yourself to either stay or to forcefully peel away from his embrace. You shouldn't, ‘He doesn't deserve it,’ you pouted. ‘Even if I reaaaallly want to, I should be firm about this.’ You tried to reason yourself as you felt him shift from behind, only pulling you in closer, tighter. His face was in your hair, his puffs of breath tempting you to go back to sleep. You mentally screamed, ‘Damn him! I need to— ugh. It's so comfortable.’ You wanted to cry. This was the ideal morning, but you had to get up now if you wanted to work on setting up the classroom for the kids. Time was of the essence, and since somebody denied you of some good, fun Christmas spirits, you just had to make up for the non-participating party's lack of enthusiasm. 

You willed yourself to pull away from your husband as you slipped out of the comforter, not making it far before he had his arm around you again. “Stay.” You didn't realize he had sat up when you tried to sneak off. If not for the arm that wound around your belly, you would've mistaken his low morning voice for something else. It was something akin to dark chocolate and warmed honey, running deep and slow; it woke you up in the morning. You wanted to whine at how unfair he was being. How affectionate and cuddly for someone so stern and callous last night. You shook your head and quickly pulled yourself out of his arms and into the shower. 

‘I have to stay strong,’ you repeated to yourself under the freezing water. After getting dressed, you went to the kitchen where you found your distracting husband in just his checkered pajama bottoms. ‘Oh, dear lord, I am not your strongest soldier.’ He gave a soft smile, his hair sticking to one way and the other. You wanted to run your hand through it so bad, but if you got any closer, you might not leave as early as you had hoped. 

“G’morning.” There he goes again. Him and his stupid, perfect face, and his stupid, perfect— “I made you tea and breakfast.” Oh no. 

You forced yourself to grab the coffee pot instead, “No thanks, I plan on leaving to work earlier today.” You didn't even bother with the cream and sugar, needing the bitter taste to jolt you out of this domestically inviting scene. Nope, nope, nope. You grabbed a piece of toast, gave him a quick peck on the cheek for good morning, and rushed to the door before he could stop you from leaving again. He blinked at the whirlwind that was his wife, frowning when you slammed the door. The door opened again, “I'll be a little late today! Don't wait up!” His frown deepened at the second door slam. Knowing you, you were probably going to set up some lights and a small tree in the classroom or at the dorms just to make it a little more festive for the kids at school. 

“I must've really messed up,” he scratched the back of his neck, “No use in moping about it now.” He sighed and eyed the unwanted cup, then went to check his phone.

You were quieter than usual for the next couple of days, not so much as being upset with him, but more distracted with your thoughts. You already had the lights up to the kids’ surprise that one morning and promised them that the tree will have more ornaments the next day. They tried to wave you off, saying, “No need ma'am, you already do enough for us,” and “Really, we're fine, it's just Christmas.” You hushed them, something about ‘the presents are already wrapped’ and you ‘already mailed Santa for them’. You knew they were old enough not to believe in some merry folklore, but you wanted them to look forward to something this week. You checked your phone to see if the surprise was going to arrive on time. 

‘Today's Wednesday, and the package is going to come tonight. Then break starts…Friday?’ Your brows furrowed, ‘Would I have time to get dinner for them too? Ugh, I should've told Kento to prepare food instead of wearing a Santa suit or something. That would've been smarter. Ah! What about the second years? Did I buy their gifts yet?’ The day ended, leaving only two days left for you to prepare, so you hurried home to think of gift ideas for the others. ‘Socks are only cool when you're in college and realize you need to appreciate useful things, like parents who provide socks,’ you scoffed to yourself. ‘What would high schoolers even like? Are CD albums still cool? But what do they listen to? Do they even listen to TommyHeavenly6 or L’Arc-en-Ciel? Oh god, am I outdated now? Are Scandal still cool??? Ah, focus! Now’s not the time. What would these kids like for Christmas?”

You pulled up into your driveway, making your way to your front door, brows still furrowed as you nearly walked into your husband, “Oomph.”

“Welcome home,” he said warmly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he helped you out of your work shoes. “How was work?”

You eyed him momentarily before speaking, “It's going well, I think. The kids are…Well, they're losing focus now that break is just two days away, so it's hard to get them focused on the lesson. Itadori nearly ran into the door this morning because he forgot about doors.” You chuckled fondly, “Though I suppose that's my fault for putting up all those Christmas decorations. I probably got them excited and whatnot.” You tiptoed ever so slightly to kiss him on the cheek, “What did you do today?”

“Had a mission that ended early, so I made dinner,” he said. It wasn't a total lie, he did make dinner, but instead of a mission, he actually drove around town, picking up what you missed on your not-so-secret Christmas plans list. He knew it wasn't going to fully make up for his harsh words, but you were going to appreciate it either way. 

Dinner went smoothly. Better actually, now that you were both hip to hip at the sink, washing dishes together. You two were back to your usual routine; he connected Bluetooth to your phone, and you got to play music that made you nostalgic for your teen years again. He rolled his eyes when you blew sudsy bubbles at him, “Real mature,” he hip bumped you before flicking water onto your glasses. His heart swelled seeing you look at him, like it was his first time again, seeing how your smile widened the slightest of increments or how your eyes darkened a little more with mirth. With another nudge, he insisted you showered and got ready for bed, “I can handle the rest,” he waved you away. 

After you showered, you went to bed, tucking yourself underneath his chin, and pressed a kiss to his sternum for “good night.” He could've melted right there and then under your touch, but instead held you close, hoping the next few days were going to be to be easier for the both of you. 

Thursday went by fast, and all of a sudden it was Friday. ‘D-Day’ as you'd called it in your head. ‘Kento’s gonna be at work, so he probably won't make it to see the kids open their gifts.’ You frowned as you remembered the shaky handwritten cards you wrote for the second years, embarrassed that you had to stick to gift cards in the end. Nothing wrong with gift cards, but you would've liked to be as personal with their gifts as you were with the first years. 

It was a bit before lunch that you decided to give them a short break, and quickly made your way to the bathroom to change into your outfit. It was a silly oversized red coat, and you realized why Kento had been so stubborn about wearing such a thing. You laughed at yourself in the mirror, ‘Okay, I get it, it is ugly.’ You made a beeline for the staff room, imagining Kento’s reaction to you and the hideous outfit, but nothing could've prepared you for what you saw next. Your husband, the love of your life, the most stubborn man on Earth, stood before you in the same exact outfit. You could've sworn you were in the soda can commercial with how cold and stiff his face was. 

“Kento.”

“Yes?”

“What on Earth are you wearing?”

“I could say the same to you,” he raised an eyebrow, eyeing you up and down. 

“I thought you didn't want to,” you trailed off, not sure if you should be pointing and laughing or crying over your husband in those ridiculous clothes. 

“I didn't.”

“Then why are you—”

“You were right.” You stared at him with your mouth wide open, “The beard does help a lot.” He offered a taut smile and you jumped into his arms, happy enough that you could have married this man a second time.

“I can't believe you,” you buried your face into his neck, “you silly, silly man.”

He let out what sounded like a small laugh, “Let's go before I change my mind about this outfit.” He gave you a peck on the forehead and went to pick up the bags off the table. 

“You got them gifts???” He raised his eyebrow once more, opening the bag to show you the contents. Your face fell at the trays of food, “Really??”

“Hey, these kids are big eaters, and besides, you left food off your list.”

“Ah! You saw that?” You flushed, unable to contain the smile growing wider on your face. 

“Of course I saw it, it was the only thing you looked at all week,” he rolled his eyes, taking your hand in his free one as you both walked back to the classroom. 

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Dunno, but next time, how about you don't reject my—” 

A water bottle fell to the floor when the door opened. 

“Na-nanamin?”

“Why are there two Santas?” 

There was a camera shutter click. “I'll send this to you guys later,” Kugisaki smiled. 

“But seriously, what are you two wearing?” 

Kento sighed, “There was a little mix up. Mrs. Claus here almost left some of the gifts back at home, so I'm here to deliver the rest of the presents.” 

You smiled at him before turning to them, “You should go call for the second years, tell them to come inside for lunch.” 

The kids immediately rushed outside to bring the upperclassmen in. Something about, “Hurry up,” “Food’s here,” and “Forget the food, hurry before he changes out of those clothes!”

No one understood why Kento was dressed as Santa. After all, he wasn't technically their teacher. Sure, they’d had dinner with him a few times, but did that really warrant buying them presents and helping them celebrate with a Christmas meal? Or maybe he lost a bet? No, Nanamin would never take part in bets. Then what was it? They weren't exactly sure. All they knew was that the way he smiled at his wife was the same as when he sat at the dinner table with them at home. The Nanamis sure love Christmas, they joked. You watched all five kids lean in towards your husband as Kugisaki whipped her phone out for a selfie with Santa. It reminded you that you ought to capture the moment while Kento was still willing to participate. With another click of a shutter, you took the picture of your smiling husband and your kids. 

“Darling,” he gave you a warning glare. 

“Oh, c’mon Santa, lighten up,” Maki joked and the others giggled. 

You poked his side, “Yeah, Santa, who knows when I'll get to see you like this again.”

Nothing could have prepared you for his response; he gave you another flat look, then replied, “Probably when we have our own kids.”

credits to @cafekitsune for the beautiful Christmas banner

#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #papamin ♡ #everyone needs to read pseudowho's work #gotta post this before someone takes my crown title #thanks to my best friend too cuz she's been pushing me to write and post for years now but she's not on here so it's hard to tag her #thank you to the two who supported me ❤️ #and thank you for those of you who are reading ❤️ #stay warm and safe :) #silk spun tales

[emmyrosee]

Hi!! I hope you’re feeling dandy 🌸

I was wondering how you think the miya twins would react to that tiktok trend of “waking my partner up in the middle of the night for a hug” 😫

WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA COMBUST HOLD ON-

Okay. Okay. OKAY WAIT-

With Osamu, it’s a lot more sweet. You settle on your knees for an effective way to nudge him awake. Starting with two Palms on his massive pec, you gently nudge, letting your pushes get more needy when he grunts and tries to stay asleep.

“‘Samu,” you whimper, and finally he smacks his lips and furrows his brows.

“What, angel?”

“Are you awake?” One sleepy, grey eye pops open to glare at you, and while you do snort at him, he sighs and shuffles softly to answer you.

“No,” he rasps. “I’m not. Why?” He closes his eye, but when he feels you nudge him again, he opens them, squinting softly as he tries to focus.

You’re pouting and you mewl softly which does make him a puddle of affection at how cute you look, “I want a hug… a ‘Samu hug.”

He laughs softly before opening both of his arms; you fall into them and purr at the familiar weight of them encasing around you. He squeezes you close and burrows you into the crook of his neck, and you gotta admit, even for this tiny little prank, it’s so comfortable.

“Okay,” you says promptly, pushing out of his hold in the middle of his yawn. “I’m good.”

“What?”

“Didn’t need to hug you anymore. Night babe.”

He watches you saltily as you make your way back to your side of the bed, curling under the covers and facing away from him to hide your grin. You hear him mumble something about ‘pain in my ass’ and ‘Fuckin’ grey hairs’ before he starts to drift back to sleep.

-

With Atsumu, you take the liberty of being a little more goofy, because he’s a little more goofy and he takes your chaos like a champ.

Gently sitting up and making your way to his side of the bed, where he’s nuzzled all comfortable against his pillows. He’s breathing softly, small smile eased on his cheeks in bliss, and you smile softly before promptly smacking your palm hard against his chest.

He jolts awake in shock, shaking his head around and looking wildly for the culprit until you toss yourself into his arms, his heart practically beating against your torso.

“Holy fuck you fucking scared me,” he says in one panicked breath, though his arms toss back around you in the hug. “Oh my god I almost shit my pants, why would you do that?”

“Wanted a hug,” you murmur, and he lets out a small ‘okay’ as you nuzzle closer to him. His hand gently rubs soothing circles on your back, his own head resting in the dip of your neck to cuddle you.

Even if this was to mess with him, he does feel so good as he cuddles into you.

With that, not 30 seconds later, you shove back out of his arms and leave the hug, making him gasp in fright once again.

“Okay. I’m good. Thanks babe.”

“Huh?”

You crawl back under your covers, “got what I needed, you’re a real one.”

This time, however, he’s the one who tugs you back into his arms, ignoring your yelp and he pulls you close to his chest and holding you like his life depends on it.

“‘Tsumu!” You giggle at the crushing, rolling your eyes when you hear a salty ‘nuh-uh’ in your ear.

“Go to sleep, wake me up again and I’ll fuckin’ tickle you ‘til you piss.”

Tempting, but you decide against anything else when he whines and burrows his nose in your hair, clearly sleepy and needing some affection.

“Fine,” you grumble. “I love you.”

“Mmmve youmn too.”

Atsumu was like. Fully inspired by this cute shit here 💅🏼

#best boys 🥺❤️ #I’ve been missing osamu so much so this came at a good time 😭❤️ #osamu miya #osamu miya fluff #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x gn!reader #osamu miya x reader fluff #osamu miya imagine #osamu miya haikyuu #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu miya x reader fluff #atsumu miya x gn!reader #atsumu miya imagine #atsumu miya haikyuu #miya osamu #miya osamu fluff #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader fluff #miya osamu x gn!reader #miya osamu imagine #miya osamu haikyuu #miya atsumu #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader fluff #miya atsumu x gn!reader #miya atsumu imagine #miya atsumu haikyuu

[hana-no-seiiki]

yandere! childhood friend! oc (san mitsuki) x amab! reader

note: this is in celebration of the devil themself noticing me. praise be our lord and saviour @/heartfullofleeches. i’m still in tears rn pardon any spelling or grammar errors.

for my regular readers/followers san mitsuki comes from the same “world/comic” as eve, love multiplied : invasion of your heart. stuff to note from this fact is that same sex reproduction is possible, i wont state why cause that would be spoilers but yes.

trigger/content warnings: sperm theft(?). babytrapping, mpreg implications (but its not reader), reader is gender neutral/no specific pronouns are used.

Mitsuki thinks he may be going insane.

His best friend, [Y/N], is the densest person in the entire universe. He’s tried every possible method of courtship, every possible way of getting them to acknowledge his romantic feelings, every thing — every single thing ! But to no avail.

He must have murdered a bunch of cats in his past life or something, because God didn’t have to put him in this predicament but he still did. He must be laughing at him, he knew it! Laughing at his misery when his nth attempt today failed. Laughing at his agony when all [Y/N] responded with to his extravagant valentine gift was a “Cool bro.”

He was on the absolute edge of the cliff called sanity. Quite literally dangling from it.

The sea of insane ideas like kidnapping, or maybe even murdering [Y/N]’s other friends.

Or perhaps . . .

This was still considered sane right?

He wasn’t going to drug you or anything for it. I mean seriously you should be putting your used condoms in better places (i.e. not accessible to freaks like him).

Going inside your room unattended was an easy task. A privilege he hadn’t thought about how fortunate he was to have until his obsession took a more extreme turn.

Your house was littered with security cameras, but thankfully none of them lead to any person that would be suspicious of him looking through your trash. He tended to clean your stuff whenever he dropped by anyways, so it wasn’t at all suspicious.

Staring at the latex bag of white liquid, Mitsuki licked his lips before smiling widely.

If he couldn’t get you to notice his feelings, then at least he’ll get you to notice the life you made with him.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

#is it obvious that ive been reading way too many chinese bl? because yes #love multiplied 👾❤️ #hns.mitsukisan #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere drabble #yandere x you #yandere oc x you #yandere friend #yandere childhood friend #yandere lime #yandere childhood friend x reader #yandere best friend

[fandomtransmandom]

Excerpts from Henry Winkler's Memoir Being Henry: The Fonz...And Beyond about Bill Hader/Barry

#sorry it's too long copy/paste here #henry winkler #memoir #being henry #bill hader #barry hbo #hbo barry #every mention from the book #not doing trigger warnings so read at your own risk #excerpts #sorry I know the blocks of text aren't very reader-friendly but I did my best #highly recommend #I cried so many times😭🥺 #henry is a treasure❤️ #alec berg #d'arcy carden #sarah goldberg #gene cousineau #barry berkman

[nagaparadise]

Giving the Nagas kisses on their dicks

That's it, that's all I had to say

Rune buries his fingers into your hair, holding your head still as you trail kisses along his cocks. A fire bathes the cave in a warm amber glow, and his iridescent cocks shimmer in the dim light. Small moans pass his lips as you press yours from his bases to his tips, trailing your fingertips on the other side of his cocks in tandem. Once you reach his tips, you lead your eyes up to meet his, and meet an expression that has no need for words.

“Now take them all the way.”

The birds sing overhead as the Forest Guardian keeps the two of you secured in a tree. You make sure to kiss each petal of his cocks, sure that you worship every single inch of his cocks. The Forest Guardian sighs as he strokes your hair, praising you for your diligence, but also reminding you to take your time.

“Sometimes your love feels too good to be true...thank you, (Y/N)...”

The waves crash along the shore as Halloran cuddles you with his tentacles. You stare at his cocks quizzically, attempting to figure out how to kiss his cocks, as the tips are hidden by a mess of short anemone-like tendrils that sprout from under the head. He assures you that you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but he’s cut off mid sentence when you’ve finally figured how to move aside the tendrils, and plant successive kisses alternating between his two tips. When you pull back slightly to look at him, a tendril catches over your top lip and just under your nose, making it look like a moustache. Halloran can’t help but laugh at your new look, belting out a hearty laugh that you find contagious.

“I guess I was saving up all my luck to nab you!”

#exophilia #terato #monster x reader #naga #smut #rune post #guardian post #halloran post #okay mayyybe I can get a couple of asks in before I get busy again #I’m not sure how many I can do but I’ll do my best for you all ❤️

[embyrinitalics]

It's so exciting that you're writing an original book. Your fics always shine and your writing is a delight to read. Looking forward to hearing more about it x

🥹 That is so kind of you to say! You’re so sweet. Thank you. I’m excited too. 😊

#asks #best readers ❤️ #the-wonders-of-unreality #thanks for the ask!

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

@andvys is the bestest friend anyone could ask for 🥺

#thanks for putting up with my depressed and anxious ass #and for giving me writing inspo #and for entertaining my Thots about eddie in all forms and the harrington triplets #AND for loving my catholic reader series and letting me talk about it #you’re the best and ily 🥺❤️

[roosterscockpit]

If you see/read this or not, I just wanna say thank you for everything ❤️

Holy shit, besties. My one year is coming up for HLG. I've been (procrastinating) writing this story for a year coming up on September 23rd. 😵‍💫🫣🫢

read me, maybe? 🥹👇🏽

But with that aside, whether you read this or not, see this or not, I just want to put it out there. Thank you all so much for being here. You all mean so much to me. It has been a long time coming. I was so nervous to post this story when I started. I thought the only people who would read it would be me and my best friend. But then after some time so many of you joined along and really enjoyed the story! I only intended to have this story up to the time Bradley met Leia, but I saw how much you all loved it so much, I began writing more. I love you all so much for being here and supporting me through this past year. All the ups and downs. The happy tears and sad tears. The long LONG waits for me to finally post. I thank you all for everything and I wouldn't be where I am without you all.

Thank you all so much for your unconditional love, support, and happiness. ❤️ You all make my life so much better 💕 I am happy to have met and talked to all of you, you all will forever hold a special place in my heart 🫶🏼 You all truly helped me through one of the hardest times in my life. I wouldn't be here without all of you. Thank you 🥰

Love you, forever,

Lyss 🥹

(Also, I am gonna get a tattoo to represent all of you besties.)

HLG Forever

#His Little Girl Bradley Bradshaw x Reader #HLG #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster Bradshaw #Roosterscockpit Originals #Milesdickpic #Top Gun Maverick #Top Gun #TGM Cast #I love you all so much #HLG Forever #I have the best following #I have the best supporters #I have the bestest BESTIES ❤️

[milk-and-egg]

Heyyyy chapter 4 of #TheLesson is on Hiatus is here. I’m here to feed the starving Kurties once again.

Please enjoy 💖💖

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40023948/chapters/101081049

#thelesson is on hiatus #fanfiction #fanfic #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle #kurtsworld96 #spree 2020 #chapter 4 #I hope you all enjoy ❤️ #i tried my best #like usual #but I know I procrastinated a little bit so I’m extra self conscious

[emmyrosee]

hiya emmy! im sky and i rlly liked ur writing! i saw ur post and wanted to request smth :) uh.. so i kinda feel like i cant show my true self to anyone, like the people around me, even my family only see parts of my real personality. for example, my parents see my goofy and studious side, but dont see my side where i rlly like anime, and my friend group see my studious bright side but dont see the side where im a fangirl by heart. so, i wanted to request a bakusquad and reader, mostly kaminari x reader (hes my comfort character) where the reader has different personalities around ppl, like being quiet and shy around others and adults, being nice and caring around most ppl, and kaminari notices this? and he tries to make the reader comfortable and as the reader grows closer to the bakusqaud aka. kaminari’s friends, the reader becomes more open with them, showing them their real self. tysm for writing rlly good stuff that make my day!! have a good day and stay healthy!! :D -sky

Hey hey hey sky!! Glad to have you here!! You should definitely feel free to be your true self bc you sound awesome!! Don’t feel like you need to keep what makes you happy hidden, because who cares if they don’t like it? Enjoyment is free baby, and as long as you’re not hurting yourself or others, go off and do your thing!! 🥹❤️

On to the piece!

-

You were…. Different, to say the least.

Not in a “mysterious” kind of way, or at least not that Kaminari could see; you just seemed to chameleon with whoever you came into contact with.

And that’s fine, he’s seen Shinsou do it nearly every day they hang out together. He knows better than to press or question it, but he does think it’s an interesting way to go about it.

With Shinsou, it’s very consistent- he’s stoic and snappy when he’s with others, snorty and great at video games with his friends.

That doesn’t seem to be quite the case for you.

Instead, since you’re new to the group, you seem to code with everyone; with Kaminari himself, you’re bubbly, giggling at everything he says and loud in the best ways, extremely affectionate and always nudging him for attention. Kirishima has you at your most reassuring, validating each other and never letting one be defeated. Sero has you going on adventures to the gas station at ungodly hours of the night. Mina gets to see the more reactive side of you, be it from online window shopping or whatever you’re watching, and Bakugou seems to have the part of you that loves silence and anime and his island in animal crossing, and the few times Kaminari has interrupted said hangout, you’ve been so far from the bubbliness he’s used to seeing from you and in a new wash of calm.

Teachers have you at your most studious, always so quick to offer help and an answer to questions, never short to volunteer yourself.

It’s definitely not bad, far from it! He admires it about you… but he does wonder who you really are, what part of you is the most present when you let it be known.

He wants to think it’s the bubbly, loving one you’ve given him the privilege of dating, but lately he’s not so sure. You’ve been mixing up the codes, and while he doesn’t mind at all, you seem to.

You’ve distanced yourself from it, from the group and from him; and after months of Kaminari working up every last nerve and pickup line to have you on his arm, he’s not about to let that slip.

And by the graces of whatever gods’ watch from above, it’s not just him that notices either; almost everyone in the squad asks him where you run off to (save for Bakugou, though Kaminari sees the way his head turns quickly when your whereabouts are questioned.)

It’s comforting to know they want you present just as bad as he does.

It’s also comforting that Sero knows your dorm code- look, Denki tried to remember, but he forgets, okay, he’s not a bad guy for that, Mina- and has no shame in blazing into your room like a man on a mission.

Good thing you weren’t sleeping. Or naked, Kaminari thinks in relief.

“Friend meeting,” Sero announces, barging into your room with no other warning. It makes you jump up in bed with a scream, but once you realize it’s just the squad, you scoff and hide under the covers.

“I’m not in the mood.”

“It’ll be quick.”

With a whimper, you burrow deeper under the sheets, and Kaminari gently rests on the bed, hand gently easing over your back to calm you. “We just wanted to check in on you... I... like, we haven’t seen you in a while.”

When you poke your eyes out from the sheets, they quickly scan over the hurt expressions of the group, and the absolutely heart broken one of Kaminari, his golden pools curling up in worry.

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” you grumble, sitting up and scooting towards the corner of your bed. You do reach for Kaminari’s hand to hold, fiddling with his fingers softly. “Is it impossible to imagine I could want some space?”

“You’ve ditched me like, three times,” Bakugou snaps. “The last time we hung out, you got all nervous and dipped. Nice try, though.”

You shift softly in the sheets, “you clearly didn’t want me there-”

“Don’t assume shit I don’t say, dumbass!”

“As much as it pains me to side with bombshell hair,” Sero sighs, promptly shushing Bakugou’s offended snarling, “you’ve been distant with me too. At first I just thought you didn’t want to chill with me anymore, but then everyone kind felt like something was up.”

“Even when we were hanging out,” Mina says softly, crossing her arms almost protectively. “You made a joke I didn’t hear, then you apologized and snuck out of the room.” She shakes her head gently, “and I don’t ever want you to feel unwelcome in my room but you don’t have to feel pressured to hang out with us, we just-”

“You just don’t get it!” You snap, making everyone flinch back in surprise. “You’re just being dramatic! I haven’t been ignoring anyone, or distant, or-”

“We didn’t mean to make you upset,” Kaminari says softly, cutting off your ranting. He looks sad, like you’ve kicked him, and it puts you in even more of a crisis. “I was... we were just worried about you. It came from a good place, but ‘m sorry we made you upset.”

You give him a shaky sigh, “you didn’t, I just...” you gnaw at your lip while concerned eyes glaze your face. “There’s nothing wrong with me acting one way or another when I spend time with you all.”

A chorus of ‘totally!’’s and ‘of course!’’s fill the air, and your waterline swells with stabbing tears because their eyes still bore into yours for answers because they clearly still don’t get it-

“I just don’t feel the need to be 100% myself all the time when you clearly already like the company I give.”

“But why do you feel the need to hide any percent of yourself?”

“Because!”

“Because why?”

“Because what if you don’t like the real me all the time!”

This, now, has the whole room quiet, Kaminari’s heart aching for putting you on the spot. You look like you want to cry in embarrassment, but your hands stay clenched and bottom lip wobbling.

“Oh, sweetie,” Mina whispers, standing up and quickly making her way next to you. Her head rests on your shoulder lovingly, and you sniffle and lean your own head against hers.

“Of course we’ll like the real you,” Kirishima assures.

“I mean, we adore the you that you show each of us,” Sero adds, smiling encouragingly. “The only thing better is knowing that you’re giving us all of you.”

“You know I’m gonna adore you,” Kaminari promises, creeping next to you and gently knocking his head against yours. You offer him a choked laugh before threading your fingers through his hair, letting him nuzzle against you fondly. “The only one who might not is Bakugou.”

“You leave me out of this,” he grumbles. “I deal with the rest of you idiots, one more ain’t gonna kill me.”

A Bakugou Katsuki way of saying “I’ll still want to hangout with you; no matter what.”

You give them all a shaky sigh before curling closer to Denki, tucking your face in his neck. He quickly wraps his arms around you, as if protecting you from your own worst judgements.

“You’re just saying that,” you whimper. His nose nuzzles into the crown of your head, gently rocking you both back and forth.

“We’re not,” Kirishima promises, kneeling down in a hopes to get into your eye line. “There’s a side of you we’re all used to, sure… but there’s so many other parts to you we’d kill to see.”

“And who cares if we don’t?” Bakugou scoffs; it causes everyone in the group to glare at him briefly, and he rolls his eyes, “don’t give me that look! Do you know how freeing that shit will be? That you don’t have to worry about what others “want” to see from you? You ain’t gonna lose us, so you may as well just be the person you want to be, whenever you want to be.”

Slowly, you sit up, letting his words sink in and settle inside your sinking heart. It does make a small spark of hope become alight, and with a small smile, you nod at him. 

“Surprisingly, that was probably the most reassuring thing I’ve heard,” you chuckle.

Denki plants a kiss to your pounding head, the action soothing the ache briefly. “Who coulda guessed Kacchan would be the most comforting of us?” He teases, and you watch with a string of laughter as Bakugou’s shoulders hike defensively.

“Watch your mouth,” he snaps. “Don’t make me regret the whole ‘kindness’ shit.”

“Might think you’re growing soft on me, Bakugou,” you tease.

“Not soft for any one of you assholes! This is why I’m never nice to you dickheads!”

“You liiiiike me.”

“I DO NOT!”

It was obvious to everyone, however, that with all the thoughts laid out and Katsuki being the one to read right through you, there has to be even a little bit of affection in that head of his.

Affection for all sides of you- from all of them.

#WHEW i tried my best to nail this #but if you dont love it i get it ❤️❤️ #kaminari denki #kaminari denki x reader #kaminari denki x reader fluff #kaminari denki x gn!reader #kaminari denki fluff #kaminari denki imagine #kaminari denki bnha #kaminari #kaminari x reader #kaminari x gn!reader #kaminari x reader fluff #kaminari fluff #kaminari imagine #kaminari bnha #bakusquad #bakusquad fluff #bakusquad x reader #bakusquad imagine #bakusquad bnha #bnha #bnha imagine #bnha fluff #bnha comfort #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n

[gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes]

hi! this is SO silly but i just had the dumbest moment (bear w me)...

i'm reading the updated chapter for this good omens fic "when you are old" right? (maybe you've heard of it lol) and i'm LOVING this story and as i'm thinking about how good the writing is, I say to myself, "hm i wonder if this person writes stevebucky bc that would be amazing"

Now, this is the point where something starts wiggling in the back in my brain, but i promptly ignore it to check out this author's other work. i'm just a little bit bummed that there was no stevebucky in sight, but -- no big deal! i move on to read a few other fic updates i need to catch up with, including this stucky one that i'm thoroughly enjoying titled "tippy canoe"... i'm sure you can see where this is going... 🤦‍♀️

all this to say that i eventually had a lightbulb moment where i finally remembered that the only reason i found the previously mentioned good omens fic is BECAUSE i already follow you, and discovered you also write good omens stuff (which i now also remember being very excited about) lmao

this is a very rambling and frankly ridiculous story that i'm using as an opportunity to tell you that i very much love your stories and i love the way you write about some of my most favorite characters, and apparently i enjoy your writing so much that i look for more of it without even realizing it! lol this was definitely a moment of laughing at myself while also doing a real-life facepalm and i decided i had to share with you. hopefully you'll get a sensible chuckle out of this silliness. and also of course thank you so much for sharing your writing!! <33

I'm wearing the biggest smile right now. I love that you love GO and stucky!!!! I dunno, there's something about a coupla old men that opens doors to SO MANY AUs! lol

(And you are not rambling and it's not ridiculous because it's my fault for being all confusing with more than one AO3 handle. But I wanted to keep the worlds separate, you know?)

#asks #readers are the actual best #❤️

[dxmichelle]

Still alive folks. I know it’s been a while.

I haven’t looked at any of my fics in months. Life’s been messy…but I’m going to make the honest effort to get chapters out this summer.

As much as I hate to say it, I think Ghost in the Machine is gonna be a bit dead in the water for now. The drive to work on that fic just isn’t there right now, so I’m sure it’ll come back at some point but not anytime soon.

The next OLSSM chapter is in the works, but like with Ghost, some of the drive (mainly on the HP side) is slowly fading off. I’m not abandoning this fic by any means…but you know how it goes…the story’s end is already drafted and I WANT to get there. Just be patient with me. 🙏🏻

Murder Most Foul’s finale is also in the works. As soon as I can get more than 6 words out a day I’ll get back on it. SOON!! I promise!!!

There’s some other side projects and one-shots potentially in the works for when I can’t focus on the regular fics but no telling when they’ll be done.

…on the brighter note…I reread Guilt and Road to Battle this morning to try and get some motivation. If you haven’t read those, go do that. They slap right in the feels!

TL;DR: I’m alive, and still writing. Ever so slowly.

#Michelle’s ramblings #fic writing is hard #fic update #im doing the best i can #someone please help motivate me to write I BEG you #also if any of my readers are still here then thanks for kicking around this long ❤️