#brushing the carrots off omg

[andypantsx3]

I love the TodoReaderBaku polycule idea!! I imagine them pushing the others buttons in the morning as they get ready for work and then you come home late that evening to them snoozing and cuddled up together in their sleep on the couch while they wait for you. They(bakugou) already made dinner but they didn’t want to eat without you 🥹💕

This is soooo cute omg you are giving me big domestic tdbkreader feelies. 🥺 I hope it's okay that I wrote you a lil something inspired by this.

contents: shouto x reader x bakugou, established relationship, domestic fluff, gender neutral reader, sfw, 1k

The sound of muffled arguing in the kitchen wakes you up on Saturday morning.

It's late, the sun already streaming in through your windows, pooling in streaks of pale gold across your floor. From where you're wrapped up in the blankets you can just make out a pair of Shouto's discarded pants laying across the floor, Katsuki's folded with military precision atop the hamper. You stretch, joints popping, until the sound of voices draws your attention again.

"The fuck is that supposed to be, huh?" comes Katsuki's growl from beyond the door.

Shouto's low tone answers him, his voice soft and almost indecipherable. You can tell the two of them haven't been up for much longer than you by the rasp in Katsuki's voice, the deep hum of Shouto's. "They are Julie Anne."

There is an incredulous pause, and you can almost see the expression on Katsuki's face. Barely awake, you just manage to stifle your own laugh into the blanket when Shouto's meaning comes to you, and Katsuki's scandalized inhale makes you smile harder.

"It's julienne, dumbfuck. Who the hell is Julie Anne?" he demands.

"They are julienne, then," Shouto says placidly, which you know grinds Katsuki's gears even more than defensiveness.

"This is half a fucking carrot, I said cut 'em tiny!" Katsuki hisses.

Shouto says something in reply you can't quite make out, and Katsuki all but growls—except then there's the softest, slick sound of a kiss, and you know Shouto has pulled out his ultimate move to quiet your boyfriend down.

"Think you can just do whatever because you're cute," Katsuki mutters after a moment, but his tone gives him away. It's easily a thousand degrees warmer than it was moments before, and you can tell by the sound of his voice that the tips of his ears are scarlet.

A helplessly fond smile pulls at your mouth as you stretch again, and you figure you should get out to the kitchen now that the waters have calmed.

The process of unrolling yourself from the blankets takes a minute, and then you spend another few hunting around for the shirt and pants Shouto flung off of you somewhere last night, and a few more brushing your teeth in the bathroom.

Something is hissing on the stove by the time you make it out to the kitchen, and the room smells mouthwatering.

Shouto has apparently been exiled to the far side of the island, and your boyfriend turns to you, his hair a little flatted on the left side, red strands tangling up with the white. His long fingers clutch a glass of orange juice, and he looks so adorably morning-ruffled and sweet you almost fall over your feet in your haste to kiss him.

"Good morning, love," he says, pressing another kiss to your mouth. He's warm and tastes like fresh oranges, and his bare chest is almost too beautifully sculpted in the morning sun. You let him pull you into his lap, and only get a little flustered with the way his arm muscle cords as he does so.

He hooks his arms around you, pressing his mouth into your shoulder, and you shiver with the delicious warmth of him along your back.

"Thought you mighta died in there," Katsuki says, scarlet eyes finding yours over the counter. "'S late for you."

He's bare chested too, miles of golden skin on display in his low-slung grey sweatpants and your mouth goes a little dry just looking at him.

"Luckily someone set the bickering boyfriend alarm," you say, eyes barely finding their way back up to his face.

Katsuki grins, a wicked thing, and leans over the counter to seize your mouth, a long-fingered hand cupping your chin. He tastes like coffee, an indulgence he only allows himself on weekends, and he slides you a matching mug when he finally lets your mouth free, having to return to the rolled omelette he's making.

"I might be in love with you," you say gratefully, taking a sip, reveling in how good it is. Katsuki only does freshly ground—a million miles better than the instant powder or coffee pods you brew yourself on your way out to work. You're definitely in love.

"Then I might be inclined to let you have some of this," Katsuki says. The motion of his arm as he flaps the dishtowel over his shoulder is notably smug.

You settle back into Shouto, sipping your drinks together quietly as you watch a traditional Japanese breakfast come together under Katsuki's talented hands. He plates up rice, his rolled omelette, and then a sauteed kale stem and carrot salad off the stove—so that's what the julienne talk was about. Then grilled fish is laid over the top of the rice, and Katsuki lays out another side of soup and several tiny plates of carved fruits.

Shouto helps you off of his lap gently when it's finished, and Katsuki crowds you into your own chair between the two of them, charging another kiss for his efforts. You pay up eagerly, the meal and the man in front of you equally delicious.

"Eat it all," Katsuki demands of Shouto over your shoulder as he takes his own seat, pointing his chopsticks like a weapon at him. "You overused your quirk in Bunkyo yesterday, y'need to make up the energy deficit."

Shouto hums, used to Katsuki's bossiness.

You have to suppress an appreciative groan when the first bite of breakfast hits your mouth. The fish is fresh and sweet and the rice is warm and fluffy. As with anything Katsuki makes, it's cookbook perfect.

"It's sooo good," you say, your usual—though heartfelt—platitude. "Really good. Thank you both."

"It is made with love," Shouto specifies, his tone low and earnest in that disarming way he has. In the corner of your vision, Katsuki rolls his eyes, but pointedly does not deny it.

You take another bite, hiding your smile in a mouthful of sauteed kale stem and badly-julienned carrot.

#todoroki x reader #bakugou x reader #todobaku x reader #shouto x you #bakugou x you #character: todoroki shouto #character: bakugou katsuki

[prettytoxicrevolver]

omg from the holiday list! scenarios with a plot number 8 with sway and dialogue 21 bc i cannot deal that is so cute 🫣

im hoping I did this justice but like.... honestly this fic is so cute. enjoy!!

The first snowfall of the year was consistently your favorite day every single year. You loved the cold, loved the snow covering every inch of nature like a beautiful pure blanket, you loved snow angels and the memories of sledding and building snowmen with your family and hot cups of coco and a million other memories clouded deep in the individual snowflakes of your childhood. 

So, when your daughter experiences her first day off from school because of the snow you’re practically more excited than she is. You’ve been awake since six, curled up in your favorite chair next to the window rotating between watching the snowfall and becoming engrossed in your favorite book. 

It takes Jeremy another hour or so to get up, you listen as your husband stirs from his sleep and sits up to see the light glinting off the snow creating a halo effect around you. You pick your head up out of your book and turn to see the definition of a prince sitting in bed looking at you. Jeremy has one arm up and resting on top of his head, his body half reclined with tired eyes roaming your figure. The blanket on the bed has slipped so most of his chest is showing and the tired but loving smile on his lips has you melting like the snow will in a couple of days. 

“Good morning,” he murmurs in that deep voice reserved just for you. 

“Morning,” you smile widely, a natural reaction around your husband. 

You place your bookmark inside your book before getting up and climbing back into bed with Jeremy. He pulls you into his side and you rest your head on his chest while his fingers trace lazy patterns on your body. 

“Do you have practice today?” 

“No,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Should we go wake up Livvy?” you ask, lifting your head so your chin rests on his chest. 

“No I think-” 

Your husband doesn’t get to finish his sentence, the words cut off by your daughter bounding into the room. She climbs up onto the bed and immediately throws herself down in the middle of you two. 

“Dad it’s snowing!” she squeals in excitement, tugging at Jeremy’s hand so he can look out the window. 

Your moment is paused from then on, your daughter dragging Jeremy to the window and eventually downstairs to eat breakfast and out the door for sledding. You join them as they start to make a snowman, grabbing all of the clothes your daughter asks for. She grabs them from you and starts to dress the snowman her and Jeremy have built. 

Jeremy steps back, making his way over to you and sliding an arm around your waist. You look up at him and he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Y’all having fun?” you ask and he hums in agreement against you. 

“Momma look!” Olivia calls and you turn to see the snowman dressed in a bruins jacket, a bruins baseball hat, stick arms, a carrot nose and a smile made out of rocks. 

“It looks perfect baby.” 

The three of you head inside for dinner and Jeremy offers to put Olivia to bed afterwards. You’re standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth when your husband sneaks in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your shoulder. 

“Is she asleep?” you ask around a mouthful of toothpaste. 

“Out like a light,” he promises. 

He kisses your cheek before letting go and brushing his own teeth. The two of you talk for a bit before heading to bed, Jeremy holding you close while you drift to sleep. 

When you wake up, there’s a tugging on your arm and a quiet voice in your ear. Your eyes snap open realizing it’s your daughter and she has tears in her eyes as she looks at you. 

“Livvy baby, what's wrong?” you ask, sitting up in bed and dragging her into your lap. 

You pull her close, one hand cupping her head to your chest while the other fumbles for the lamp. Once it’s on, your free hand nudges Jeremy until he’s awake before you’re back to focusing your full attention on your daughter. 

“Dad read me a story about a snowman walking around town at night and stealing Christmas presents,” she chokes out, crying hysterically in your arms and you cast a glance at Jeremy who has nothing but regret on his face. 

“It’s not real baby, snowman can’t move,” you promise and your ever defiant daughter sits up in your lap and shakes her head. 

“Yes they can! I saw ours moving when I looked outside!” 

You sigh quietly before carefully maneuvering out of bed and carrying Olivia to the window and pointing outside. 

“They’re not moving baby,” you tell her but she’s still unsure. 

“What about the other snowmen?” 

So, that’s how you, Jeremy, and Olivia end up in the middle of the streets while it’s still snowing, taking a stroll to show her that snowmen don’t actually move or do anything at night. She gazes at them with fear in her eyes at first, but after seeing two or three, she’s moved on to being in awe of the Christmas lights decorating each house. 

The snow has started up again as you walk, and Jeremy pulls you close against him, a soft smile on his lips. 

“You got some snow,” he starts to say, brushing it off your hair and you smile up at him. 

“You look pretty covered in snow,” he starts to say and even after all these years you blush at his words. “Guess that’s why they’re called snow angels.” 

“Oh,” you drag out, dramatically bumping your head onto his chest. “You’re so cheesy.” 

“You love it,” he smirks. 

“I really do,” you respond and his smile widens. 

“Let’s get my girls home, yeah?”

#jeremy swayman fic #jeremy swayman blurb #jeremy swayman imagine #jeremy swayman x reader #boston bruins x y/n #boston bruins x fic #boston bruins x reader #boston bruins imagine #prettytoxicrevolver fic

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Aca Top 10 Hits Of 2019

A bit more of a random-sounding Top 10 for Voiceplay to do, but they did something similar 4 years prior with "Aca Top 10 Summer Hits of 2015" (or something like that - I never watched it). This video released right at the end of December 2019 (just a week after their Frozen 2 Medley, damn), and was arranged by Geoff! And all the other Aca Top 10s have been very comedic visually, so this one should be fun as well! (I have seen this a few times before, but it's not one I've watched a lot)

The guys really said "oh good, a video where we don't have to put as much thought or effort into our clothing choices! 😂"

"I do my hair toss, check my nails!" (we were robbed of Geoff doing a hair toss in this one ngl /j )

Also we're back to Geoff holding up cards for each song! (But in this one the cards change colours! (via post-production editing))

Eli, Earl, and J brushing their shoulders off 😁

"Just walk your fine ass out the doooor" (👉👈)

(I'm also a big Swiftie, sue me)

J and Layne what are you two doing 😂

Omg not Layne making it rain XD

J None vibing (also see what I mean about the colour-changing song title cards?)

Time for Eli to be extra dramatic, it seems! 😁

Nope, Earl's the bigger drama queen here I think! 😆

cue low-key ridiculous vocal percussion/beatboxing moment

cue low-key ridiculous bass (subharmonic?) note! (it still counts as talking about the visuals okay!)

aaaaand cue whatever J is doing 😆

(Also just realized Layne's hair is styled slightly differently for this video?)

Love J's dancing during "Senorita", and Earl's air bongos!

Man they had a lot of fun with the Old Town Road bit didn't they? Positively vibing

Return of the Carrot Lord!

Earl: (pretending to ride a horse)

Layne: (being a horse)

Ayyyy we got another Eli Eyebrow Raise!

Oh wait that's the end of the video (told you I haven't watched this one as much!)

This post might have not been super long, but things are definitely gonna be kicking up a gear from this point. I sense some quite long posts on the horizon, waiting to be written...

#voiceplay #acapella #top 10 hits of 2019 #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #j none #earl elkins jr #earl elkins #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

[damnthosewords]

“auntie jane” + “auntie petra”

#jane the virgin #jtvedit #jane villanueva #mateo solano villanueva #ellie and anna solano #xiomara villanueva #jtv: edits #brushing the carrots off omg #how long until mateo's filling in JR and aida's names on that family tree

[becca-e-barnes]

Omg becs! We need something about son's best friend Bucky because i can't even begin to explain how much it turns me on to think about geting him hard under the table while having dinner all together (and by that I mean my husband, my son and Bucky) and then offering to give gim a lift and driving him home and fucking in the car i just need it

Okay, the THOTS I have about this, I fucking love it 🥵 Like maybe your son tells you his college roommate has really far to travel to go home on weekends so maybe he spends the weekends alone, living off frozen pizzas and instant noodles (and I imagine he looks like precious lil TJ 🥺)

So instead, your husband offers to invite him over for Sunday dinner. It's not a bother, you always make way too much food anyway and it saves this nice boy from having to eat anymore junk. He'd at least get a good, home cooked dinner and something sweet afterwards and it makes you feel a little better knowing he has some company too.

But the first time the poor boy sees you he's clearly smitten, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. He hadn't been warned that you're nothing short of a milf, wearing a cute little apron and God, he wishes that's all you were wearing. And as much as this boy has fallen for you, he's fallen for your cooking just as hard. He thinks he's died and gone to Heaven when you lean over, offering him a second serving of potatoes because you noticed how quickly he ate what you put on his plate. He doesn't want to think about it but his dick is stirring pleasantly in his trousers, feeling you brush against him, the smell of your perfume overwhelming him in the best kind of way, never mind the sight of your cleavage as you lean over him.

It's not long before Bucky finds himself living for a Sunday. He feels so welcome in your home and he always leaves with cheeks that hurt from smiling, a fully belly and a half hard cock.

Over the weeks, he begins to pick up on the little things, like how you and your husband hardly break breath to each other, how you're left with the dishes every week and how your husband and son often don't even stick around long enough for dessert. Bucky pretends not to notice the heartbreaking look on your face as week after week your husband leaves you feeling unappreciated.

So Bucky does his best to make up for it, complimenting you every single chance he gets. "God, it smells so good in here." he groans one particular Sunday, making his way through the door and straight to the kitchen to greet you as he enters the house, leaving your son to sit in the living room with his father.

"Making your favourite today, Buck. Roast beef, mashed potatoes, peas, carrots and gravy." You smile, knowing already that his response is going to make you feel more appreciated than your husband has all week.

"God, I love you, you know that? I keep telling Ollie's friends that you're my dream wife. Tell them all that someday I'm gonna find myself a woman like you. Gonna give her a couple of cute little babies and make sure she's the happiest damn woman on earth." Your stomach tightens at his words because you wish you were about 20 years younger. You'd give him that life in a heartbeat.

"She'll be a lucky lady, sweetheart. You're a lovely boy, you'll make a great husband for someone some day" You smile warmly, noticing that little cocky smile on his face.

"You think so? Cause I mean, if things don't work out with you and your husband, I'd love to show you how well I'd treat a woman like you. Would make sure you know your worth." You've never heard him be so openly suggestive, usually he never goes further than a little harmless compliment while he's helping you with the dishes but today, he's so much more brazen.

But you laugh it off, telling him that you and your husband have been married too long to call it quits now, hoping that'll be the end of the discussion.

At dinner though, your husband hardly takes the time to look at you while Bucky sits beside you, showering you in compliments. "Fuck, I'll never understand how you get those carrots to taste so good." He groans, helping himself to a few more from the dish in the centre of the table.

"They're just roasted with butter, honey and brown sugar, Buck. Nothing special." You smile, watching as he happily clears the serving he just put on his plate.

"Guess it must just be you that makes them special." He smirks and you can't take anymore. Your son isn't paying attention and your husband certainly isn't so you take the chance, placing your hand on Bucky's knee under the table.

Bucky looks up at you but doesn't react, hoping this is going where he thinks it's going.

And of course it does, your hand eventually creeping higher as he tries to keep his cool, stifling a groan as you work your hand over the growing bulge in his jeans. He's always at least half hard when you're around. You just seem to have that affect on him but the feeling of your hand rubbing just where he needs to feel you most has him throbbing, trying to contain himself.

He registers that your husband has asked you something and he registers that you answered but he doesn't pick up any more than that because your hand is torturing him. He so desperately wants to fuck you right then and there, it's all he can think of. He wants to bend you over the dining room table and make your husband watch how a real man would treat you but he holds himself back.

You barely breathe a word to each other as you wash the dishes and he dries them, all of your usual flirtatious banter has dissolved into an unbearable tension. It hangs in the air, neither of you daring to so much as look at the other for fear of the band snapping, making you give in to the temptation.

But when the band does snap, boy does it snap. Your eyes lock on his accidentally and you both move at once. It's needy and passionate and far too desperate, his hands gripping your waist like you're a figment of his imagination. His mouth is so hungry on yours, his lips sliding over your own, barely leaving room for your breathy gasps. He can't get enough of you and you can't get enough of him as he presses you against the kitchen counter, his hard cock pressed against you as his lips begin to trail down your neck.

But God, you can't do this here. Your husband and son are in the next room but it's so long overdue, you can't stop now that you've started. So it's not long until you're driving him to the store, beyond thankful that he has some excuse prepared about needing to go grocery shopping. Your husband doesn't even listen when you tell him you're going out because if he did, he'd realise the store you told him you were going to is closed on Sundays.

Instead, you find yourself in an empty parking lot, in the back seat of your car, underneath this sweet boy who can't tear your clothes off fast enough. His mouth is on yours, his tongue firm and insistent against your own, his bulge grinding against your core in the cramped back seat.

"You know how fuckin' hard it is to watch you play wife for him? That asshole doesn't deserve you." Bucky's lost in thought, panting against your neck as he tears your blouse off.

"Bucky please, don't wanna think of him. Wanna think of you." You gasp, feeling his mouth latch onto one of your nipples, tugging it with his teeth.

"God, your body. You're fucking beautiful and I bet you don't even know it. Jerked off to you more times than I can count." He admits and it sends want throbbing through you.

"Please baby, just fuck me. C-can't take it. Need feel you fill me up." You sound so needy, shamelessly begging to be fucked that he can't help but groan.

"Oh babe, you can't say shit like that. I'm gonna send you back home with that cute little cunt stuffed full of my cum." His voice is strained as you lift your skirt up, exposing your bare, dripping cunt to his hungry gaze while he pulls his jeans down just enough to free his cock.

"You're so perfect. Know that fuckin' pussy tastes so good but I- I can't. Needa feel you cummin' around me. Been dreaming about it for far too long." He groans, giving himself a few firm strokes before pressing his tip to your eager hole, pressing inside in a way that leaves you both moaning.

"S-so tight and wet oh my God. Gonna treat you right. Want you to cum so hard, you forget everything but my name, you got that? This pretty pussy is mine now isn't it? Tell me I own your cunt." He's growling against your skin as he starts to thrust into you and you can only whimper out a response, overwhelmed by how good he feels and how filthy this sweet boy truly is.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes smut #sonsbestfriend!bucky #sbf!bucky #I didn't mean for this to get so long wtf #me giving my car the side eye bc I've never christened the back seat #I am... a whole new level of down bad #I am down HELLA bad besties #the things that do it for me rn??? #I'm appalled #but also into it #tw: cheating #tw: infidelity #tw: affair

[bubblyhoney]

boyfriend vibes

warnings: cursing, sapnap being cute, unjustified hate for americanized greek food bc he’s a brat and silly (edit: he said he’s not picky but idc it’s lol)

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

words: don’t care idk it’s pretty short heh

A/N: you guys are getting fucking fed with two post in two days... slurp it up

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let’s talk about boyfriend!sapnap

a topic that frequents my mind before i go to sleep

definitely the type to get bored and try on all your clothes no matter the size

“let’s be honest, these pants make my ass look fat”

and def uses your shampoo

maybe it reminds him of you, maybe it smells nice, maybe it suds so good he has to snap a soapy titty pic and send it to you

true to his name, he’s pretty sappy

has to have a part of his body on yours at all times when you’re together

watching TV? hand on your calf

out to dinner? arm around the back of your chair and just brushing your shoulder

baking cookies at 3 am? head on your shoulder, just resting comfortably

don’t even get me started on when you’re sleeping

he definitely likes being the little spoon

and honestly who doesn’t?!

he just likes being in your arms :.)

this dude bitches constantly about greek food in florida bc while he’s not generally pretty picky about it sometimes a gross food ruins his day

“this sucks, gyros aren’t supposed to have fucking lettuce” “king....chill” “i won’t fucking chill this sucks and i want to go home”

“it’s spahn-a-kopita not spOOnakopita you fucking carrot”

he enjoys nothing more on the weekends than laying outside on a picnic blanket and listening to music with you

florida is hot as fuck in the summer but he’ll suffer just to listen to you hum to his music and nod your head

makes him feel proud, honestly

you constantly are running your hand through his hair

tugging and smoothing it down back and forth

makes his cheeks red 0.0

one of his favorite things is getting ready with you

he watches you get ready in the mirror sitting on the (closed, dw) toilet and suggesting little details like jewelry or a shirt color

he’s also a fucking nerd about TV and movies

“did you know she was like 16 when he kissed her in the parking lot there?? pretty weird but it’s judd nelson so nobody cared i guess”

“omg that’s a reference to [blah blah blah nerd stuff]”

“DONT GO INTO THE HAUNTED HOUSE YOU INSOLENT FU—”

one time you tried to pick up one of his expensive mangas and he nearly flipped his shit

“i just dusted that babe!!” “i just wanted to look—” “okay look from afar and get your grubby little fingers off of it”

(idk why i’m writing him so fussy but he is a 20 year old male so)

he remembers all your birthdays, all your anniversaries, all your favorite foods, all your favorite colors and songs

he likes to show you how he cares

i get the vibe that his love language is acts of service

so he’ll buy a couple prints from your favorite movie and hang them up above your desk like “i thought it’d be a cute graphic wall :]”

maybe cook you your favorite comfort meal and make a cute little set up with candles and nice napkins

even if you two aren’t doing anything productive or necessarily important he always listens to what you have to say

definitely brings up interests you’ve told him about earlier bc he wants you to know he is listening and understanding

makes fun of your old instagram accounts and can’t even fathom why you decided that haircut was appropriate for eighth grade

his wallpaper is a picture of a selfie from your emo phase

“come on..... i love the bangs.”

both your lock screen and home screen are over-edited pictures of his minecraft skin crouching bc you know it he thinks it’s funny

one time he brought home flowers from publix and said “flowers for my flower ;)”

sappy piece of shit

fitting

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A/N: ask or send me stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D leave me some stuff in the comments too!

#sapnap #mcyt #sapnap x reader #sapnap x gn!reader #sapnp x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap fic #sapnap fanfic #sapnap headcanon #sapnap one shot #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #bubblyhoneyfics

[queenxxxsupreme]

Hi!! Could you do a rdr2 oneshot and Arthur is a chubby boi and insecure about it?? I'm a hoe for chubby Arthur 🧍‍♀️many thanks!!

A/N: Omg I haven’t been able to find enough chubby!Arthur on here but I love him!!! My masterlist is here and here is the link to go to if you want to be on any of my taglists!

Warnings: poor self image and Arthur hating on himself

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“Thank you for giving me a hand with dinner tonight, Y/N.” 

You looked over your shoulder to Pearson, offering him a little smile. 

“I wasn’t busy and I don’t mind lending a hand.”

“I’m glad someone helps out around here.” He muttered, sending Molly a brief glare. She sat at the table across from you, touching up on her lipstick. You had been chatting with her while you cut up vegetables for Pearson. 

“Would you want her cuttin’ up vegetables for dinner?” You asked him, keeping your voice low enough so she wouldn’t hear you. “Might end up losing a finger in the stew.”

“That would be somethin’.” He chuckled. 

As Pearson moved towards his wagon to retrieve something, you picked up your conversation with Molly. She was as worried as could be about Dutch.

“Dutch is…. He’s got a lot on his shoulders right now, Molly.”

“But you see that he’s different too, don’t you?” She put her compact mirror down and looked at you. “I’m-I’m not just goin’ crazy, am I?”

“No, Molly. You aren’t.” You shook your head. “If you’d like, I can see if Arthur would be willing to talk to him.”

She was quiet, her eyes finding Dutch. He was standing at the fire not too far away with Hosea, John, Micah, and Ms. Grimshaw.

You put the chopped carrots into a bowl and wiped off the blade of your knife. As you moved on to the potatoes, you looked up to find Arthur. A few minutes ago when you had last checked on him, he was sitting at another table across from camp with Sadie. He was still there, but Sadie was gone. 

He still appeared to be tense and to have something on his mind. All day, he had been grumpy and distant. After he insisted that nothing was wrong, you were somewhat convinced that he had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

“There she is. Mi amor.” 

You turned your head to see Javier move around the table you were at. You smiled at him.

You had met Javier long before you ever joined the Van der Linde gang. You were close friends with the outlaw and had a rather flirtatious relationship with him, though it never went further than flirty comments.

“When are we going to go on that fishing trip, cariño?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You picked up a potato and began to peel it. “I reckon when you can buy me one of them fancy boats.” 

“A fancy boat? What do you need a fancy boat to go fishing for?” Javier eyed what you were doing, paying attention to your knife work. “You handle that knife well, amor. Who taught you so well?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing very well he was teasing you. He was the one who taught you how to use a knife. 

“Some fella I met a while ago.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Arthur move. You turned your head to watch him walk away, taking note of how fast he moved and how tense he appeared. You wanted to follow him and make sure he was okay, but you had to finish helping Pearson with dinner. 

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A while later, Pearson called for everyone to come get dinner. You excused yourself from the table with Hosea, John, and Lenny to go find Arthur. The grump was upstairs in his room. He was laying on his bed with one knee bent slightly and his eyes focused on the ceiling. Upon hearing the bedroom door creak open, Arthur sat up. His broad shoulders were hunched and he didn’t meet your gaze.

“Supper’s ready, darlin’.” You held the door open for him.

“Not hungry.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Are you sure? You haven’t eaten much all day.”

“Yeah, m’sure.” 

You watched him for a few moments. Your stomach twisted up into knots at the sound of his voice, small and weak. Something was wrong. He just was being stubborn and keeping it from you. 

You looked out into the hall, listening for a few moments to see if anyone else was in the house. Luckily, everyone was outside having dinner. You stepped back into Arthur’s room and closed the door behind yourself. Your footsteps were quiet as you crossed the room to sit down on the bed next to him.

He kept his eyes on the wooden floorboards between his boots, unable to bring himself to look at you. He knew the second he looked at you, the second he gazed into those Y/E/C eyes, he’d be done for. He’d pour his heart out and bare his soul to you. It happened far too often when he felt like this. 

You placed your hand on the back of his head, fingers gently combing through the dirty blond hair at his nape. You leaned over to kiss his shoulder, not minding that you were kissing the material of his dark blue button down. 

“I know you better than you think, Arthur Morgan.” You murmured against his shoulder. “You don’t gotta tell me if you don’t want to…. But I am here for you always.”

“Ain’t nothin’ you can do, pumpkin.” He whispered. 

“I’m sure there’s something I could do.” You studied his profile, admiring everything from his lashes to the curve of his chin. You reached over to place your hand on the side of his face and gently turned his head towards you.

Blue eyes met yours. You smiled. He tried to but it didn’t reach his eyes. It was forced. It didn’t belong on his lips. 

“I-I just….” He trailed off, pulling your hand from his face. He kept ahold of your hand, dropping his gaze to where he now held your hand in his lap. “You know there’s always gonna be…. There’s gonna be better for you out there, pumpkin. Someone better for you than me.”

Your heart sunk at the realization that this was what had been on his mind all day.

“Arthur Morgan, there is no one better for me than the man sittin’ right here next to me.” You squeezed his hand. 

“That ain’t true.” He murmured. “Why didn’t you and Javier ever get together?”

“Arthur.” You said his name gently. “We’ve been over this. Javier and I are just friends. Nothing more. I don’t see him that way and he surely doesn’t see me that way. I’m a flirt, you know that. All sweet talk.”

“I know. Just…. I ain’t nothin’ like Javier or Charles or even Sean or Lenny. I’m more like Bill or Pearson.”

“And what in the world makes you say that?” You furrowed your brows together. “Arthur, you’re nothing like Bill or Pearson.” 

“Startin’ to look like ‘em.” He muttered. 

“Oh, Arthur.” You placed your hand on his thigh. “No you don’t–,”

“Don’t say that, Y/N.” Arthur stood up suddenly, taking a few steps away from the bed, turning to face you. He ran his hands over his face then back through his hair. “It ain’t so subtle, Y/N. Shirts ain’t fittin’ like they used to. And my belts, they’re needin’ to be put on a different loop than they used to be. Soon I’ll have a gut like Pearson or Williamson!”

“Arthur.” You said his name calmly, but he wasn’t finished yet. 

“And you! My god, Y/N! You don’t deserve an old ugly bastard like me! You don’t deserve the kind of life I can give you! You-You deserve a house and somewhere to call home. You deserve to have a family and somewhere stable to be. You don’t deserve this life. You deserve better.” His voice lowered to a broken whisper as he looked at you with teary blue eyes. “So much better than I could ever give you.”

You couldn’t hold his gaze any longer. You looked down as tears welled in your eyes. 

He had stopped yelling his frustrations but now his tone had shifted to something more hoarse and broken. 

“I-I just…. When I look in the mirror, Y/N, I can’t find a single damn thing worth shit. And that just ain’t fair to you.” 

You brushed the tears from your cheeks, biting down on your trembling bottom lip. 

As Arthur stood there a few feet away from the bed looking at you, guilt began to form a nasty ball in the pit of his stomach while he watched you cry.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset, pumpkin.” He wanted to move to your side to comfort you, but his boots were stuck to the wooden floorboards beneath him.

You shook your head softly, not yet trusting your voice. You patted the space on the bed next to you, silently telling him to return to where he had been just a few minutes earlier. 

He shuffled over to sit down next to you, allowing you to wrap one of your arms around his that was closest to you. You tucked your nose into his shoulder, inhaling his scent for a few minutes. 

“Arthur Morgan. Where to begin?”

“That’s the million dollar question.” He chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. You smiled a little, but it was hidden since you were still nose deep in his shoulder.

“I think you’re still as handsome as ever, no matter what weight you gain. And if I’m being honest with you, I don’t mind it at all. You always tell me you like to put you head on my thighs/”

“‘Cause they’re soft and comfortable. Perfect for naps.” He placed his hand on your thigh and as if to prove a point, he gave you a soft squeeze. 

“Exactly. There ain’t nothing wrong with being soft and comfortable, Arthur. And just because you’ve gained weight doesn’t mean you don’t deserve me. The two have no correlation.” You lifted your head from his shoulder and reached over to take hold of his chin. You turned his head so that he had no choice but to face you. “I love you, Arthur Morgan. You’re a good man with a heart of gold. If there’s better out there, I don’t want it. I only want you, ya hear?”

He nodded softly, leaning over to kiss your forehead.

“Hearin’ you talk so badly about yourself breaks my heart. You’re so much more than you think.” You kissed his cheek, your thumb gently tracing the stubble along his jaw.

“M’sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for it. We can fix it. It’ll just take some time and a lot of effort from you, you stubborn man.” You let his chin go and placed your hand on his knee, rubbing gently. “Do you want to go downstairs and have dinner with everyone else? Or do you want me to bring our bowls up here?”

He thought about it for a moment, his hand on the small of your back racing circles into your shirt.

“Let’s go down there. I could use some fresh air.”

You nodded, giving him a smile and a kiss on the cheek. 

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[commanderserwin]

What about s/o keeps calling Levi pet names (which Levi secretly loves). One day, Levi mutters “Yes, love” or “honey” or “darling” under his breath to try it out. Which results in a cute reaction from his s/o.

thank you! i had so much fun with this omg!!! also sorry, it took a while, tumblr was a bitch and deleted it so i had to redo sigh. i hope you like it! 🥺

⤅ names for him & you; levi ackerman

it has become his favorite thing. levi often goes to your apartment just to hear it, loving to hand you things around when you need something. he’ll point at various things or ask more questions until it’ll slip out your mouth while you blushed deep. levi would always smile to himself when he turns his back on you while you wallow in shame.

the first it happened, it made levi stop breathing.

levi has been using his day-off to be with you, while the both of you read while the morning chills enveloped the small apartment.

“can you hand me the blanket?” you asked, flipping through the book that he got you.

“which one?” levi had answered, already on his feet to make his way towards the pile.

“the thicker one, my love,” you said, pointing at the pile.

my love.

levi faltered in his moves, hand hovering over your blankets. it turned quiet even when levi walked back with the one you wanted. he placed it gently over yours, sharing it as he flopped down on the couch beside you. he watched you raised your book to cover up the blush on your cheeks as he nonchalantly flip through his, loving how it sounded like music to his ears.

one day, levi had come home and he instantly smelled the brewed tea as he padded gently through the kitchen where you idly leaning on the table, watching the kettle boil.

your brows furrowed at his state, weariness on his face as he lazily reached for you, his hand on the back of your neck as he came in closer. his breath fanned your nose as he leaned down, hearing you whisper against his lips, “hi, honey.”

honey. that’s a new one.

levi brushed it off, kissing you softly, his small smile making it ways towards the gentle kiss while the kettle whistled.

in one summer morning, he had knocked on your door for an early trip to the market. he wanted to ask you to join him, because he planned to buy some vegetables or even some meat for a recipe that he read a long time ago.

levi lead the way, your hand wrapped around his arm as people swarmed the stalls. he stopped by one, both of you inspecting the vegetables placed on it. levi grabbed three carrots, turning to you while he called your name.

“which one?” levi asked, inspecting the carrots in his hands because he doesn’t exactly have an idea on what to look for.

“i think this one is better, darling,” you answered, pointing at the one in the middle. you caught on what you said, quickly turning to the other side to look for more while levi only smiled.

he quickly paid the merchant, his hand tugging on your fingers as both of you went to look for more. he didn’t miss the way you bit your lip when you turned around.

darling.

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levi stood in front of the bed, folding down the creases while he his thoughts were blinded by the names he has been called by you. it made his heart warm and butterflies swarmed his stomach every time he would hear it.

it made him feel a little disappointed in himself when he hasn’t returned the names.

“honey,” he whispers as he tucks the sheet in the bed tighter. “honey, honey.”

he moves to the pillows, “darling? darling.”

he drawls them all out, names starting to feel familiar.

then he folds the blanket, the thicker one. “my love,” he whispers. he loves it.

“who are you calling ‘my love?’” you ask, entering the bedroom with droopy eyes, sleep calling for you.

levi faltered in his movements. what should he say?

“nothing,” levi whispers, his heart thumping when you caught him.

“hmm,” you hum, padding gently towards the bed that he just fixed. it makes you smile because it was time for bed, yet he just fixed it to be slept on.

“let’s go to sleep,” levi sighs, rolling his eyes at himself, thankful that it was dark already.

levi laid down beside you, hand pulling you close to him, as you snuggled on his chest, your lips close to his neck. his other hand soothed down your hair, brushing it gently as it lulls you to sleep. you kissed his chest, whispering a soft ‘goodnight’ as you close your eyes for the night.

you can feel his heart thudding against your palm as you placed it over his chest. you have no idea why he’s nervous right now, when all he was doing was brushing your hair.

levi sighed gently, leaning down to kiss your temple.

“goodnight,” he whispers against the night, his voice quiet and low as he tries the next words, “my love.”

it made your heart flutter, a smile playing on your lips as you snuggled closer to his chest. but you couldn’t help it. you open your eyes, raising your head as you looked up at him— surprised that he was already looking down.

“my love?” you repeated, a smile on your lips. “did you just call me that?”

“hmm,” levi hums in embarrassment, closing his eyes as you untangled yourself on his embrace. he felt the bed dip as you placed your hands on either side of his head.

“my love,” you chuckled, lips on his face, making him grab on to your waist as it continued. you continued to peck his cheeks and jaw and even his lips, finally making him open his eyes while you grin in delight. “i love the sound of that.”

levi kissed you back, brushing away your hair as made a promise to himself that he’ll call you that.

over time, those words stayed in his vocabulary, never missing to look back when your eyes would make the slightest glint of familiar shyness whenever he would call for you.

it really did become his favorite thing.

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[kiidwritings]

omg i just came up with this headcanon; what if konganegawa taught his little 1 year old girl how to make popping sounds with her mouth. 🥺🥺 it’s basically how they communicate at home.

but now imagine konga is out and your at home with your baby.

you were standing at the stove, stirring a pot of soup, the heat of the stove flame licking against you midsection. your 1 year old daughter was at her high chair, babbling in her incoherent baby language, her little legs swinging and big (e/c) eyes looking around the surroundings of your dining room.

you would occasionally look back at her to make sure she was ok, sometimes giving her a smile whenever the two of you mad eye contact, causing her to let out a squealish giggle. you husband of now three years, konganegawa kanji, was out at practice with the sendai frogs. despite how exhausted you’re usually after a shift at your job, you always try and make a nice warm meal for kanji to enjoy when he came back from practice, belly empty and have had burnt off all his energy during the day.

as the soup was starting to come together, the small sounds of popping filled the room. you glanced back at your daughter and watched as she weakly popped her lips and made grabby hands in your direction.

you smiled, setting the wooden spoon down on a small lid and walked over to her, letting her grab onto the fabric of your shirt and look up at you, letting her lip popping come to a stop.

”yes baby?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you stared down into her identical orbs.

she didn’t respond of course, instead letting out another giggle as she bounced in her seat, blonde hair mopped atop her head moving with similar motions.

you chuckle, giving her a warm smiling and bending dow slightly to cup her chubby face and place a kiss on her forehead. her laughter continues as you stray for a little longer, letting her place her much smaller hands a top yours.

you soon move back to the stove, picking up the wooden spoon and giving the soup another good stirring. not even five minutes later, ”pop pop pop pop”

turning back, you make eye contact with your daughter again, her eyes looking back at you as she pops her lips and is yet again giving you grabby hands.

with a light sigh, you make your way over to her again, this time detaching the high chair’s desk and picking up your little bundle of joy.

her hands instantly make their way towards your face, almost mimicking how you cradled her cheek before.

“hello there sweetie,” you cradle her in your arms and make your way back into the kitchen. “daddy’s not here to keep you occupied so you want my attention, is that it?” she doesn’t need to respond, as the wide smile she gives you says it all.

as the soup starts to come together, you multi-task, holding your daughter securely in one arm and using your opposite hand to continue mixing together the combination of chicken chunks, carrots, peas and various other vegetables.

your daughter turns her head from the swirling pot of broth to look up at you. you eye her from the corner of your eye, lips turning up in a smile as her eyes of (e/c) gaze upon your face. you could see so much of both you and kanji in her.

you turn back to the stove, bringing the spoon up to your mouth to taste a little. the spoon brushing your lips as you bring it closer until-

”pop pop pop pop”

you turn to look down at your baby girl. she stops as she looks back you and smiles, letting out loud fits of giggles and resting her head on your shoulder.

you couldn’t tell if you regretted konga teaching her that or loving how this was basically her form of speaking.

hehe hope you guys like this! it was just something funny i thought’d i’d right in between school and my other request (i swear i’m finishing it!!)

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cake tasting // colby brock

A/N: so this isn't a request, but i saw this tweet that talked about two ppl who were friends going into a bakery and trying wedding cake, and i just knew i had to write something based off of it. i could only imagine how cute it would be to go and do this with colby, omg. anyway sorry i haven't update anything else yet. i haven't been extremely motivated, but i'm gonna try to write thru out the week and hopefully get something else out to yall soon :) lmk what you think of this. hope you enjoy !!

prompt: you and colby go to a bakery and pretend to be engaged to try wedding cakes. you have a crush on him, but he doesn’t have one on you. or does he…? cuteness ensues.

trigger warning: PURE FLUFF BB, sickeningly sweet

word count: 1535

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"Are you sure we should do this?" Colby asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

I rolled my eyes at his nervousness. "Of course! I've done this before."

"How often do you do this?" He snorted, turning to look at me for a moment.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Occasionally. Mostly when I'm really in the mood for cake but don't know which type I want."

"I just feel bad about it. I feel like I'm stealing." Colby bit his lip uncomfortably.

"Well, I usually end up leaving a nice tip and buying some cupcakes, so it at least seems like I was interested." I replied.

"Wait, how are we gonna pass as a couple?" Colby doubted.

"Did you think I came unprepared?" I lifted my hand to show a big 'engagement' ring.

Colby gasped dramatically. "Jesus, you're gonna make them think I'm made of money with that."

I laughed. "Lucky for you it's fake, much like our impending marriage."

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Brock." He snickered.

We pulled into the parking lot next to our destination, Casey's Bakery. I slid out of my seat and followed Colby. When we got to the front door, Colby opened it for me. With a light bell ring, the immediate smell of baked goods hit me as I stepped inside. I crossed my arm through Colby's, walking up to the counter. A white haired, older woman stood behind the counter, her back to us. She spun around, a sweet smile coming to her face.

“Hello! I'm Casey, welcome to my bakery. What can I do for you two today?” She greeted.

I grinned back happily. “Hi! We were wondering if maybe we could try some samples of your cakes? My fiancé and I are planning our wedding, and we thought we might as well try some cake while we're out.”

“Oh! Is this the fiancé?” Casey guessed.

I nodded lightly. “Yes.”

“That's wonderful, congratulations!” She beamed. “What are your names?”

“I'm Colby, and this is Y/N.” Colby chimed in.

“You two look so young. How old are you?” Casey questioned.

“We're both 23.” I admitted.

“Oh, you're babies! Okay, is there any type of cake you're thinking about for the wedding?” She inquired.

I pursed my lips. “Um... no, not really. The wedding is still a long ways away.”

“When is it?” She asked.

“Ahh, next year... sometime in September. No final date just yet.” I stuttered. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Colby nod.

“Oooh, a fall wedding. Might I suggest trying the carrot cake first then? That's usually our most popular for fall weddings.” Casey informed.

“That sounds great. We'll try that first.” I agreed.

“Goodie. You guys can go take a seat, and I'll be right out with your cake.” She mentioned, smiling.

I returned the smile. “Thank you so much.”

As Casey rushed off to the back, I sat down at the closest table. I finally realized, looking around, that no one else was in the bakery but us.

“How did you come up with that?” Colby queried, surprised.

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“The date of our 'wedding'?” He responded.

“I'm good on my feet, what can I say?” I explained smugly.

He shook his head, and then glanced around. “I feel bad. There's no one here.”

“Don't worry. I plan on buying those over there.” I pointed at the cupcakes in the display.

“They do look really good.” He noted.

“And it smells like heaven in here.” I borderline moaned.

Colby cleared his throat, moving in closer to the table. “So... where would you want to get to married, if you could choose?”

“I don't know. Probably on the beach,” I answered. “I've always dreamed of getting married on the beach.”

“That sounds nice. Have you thought about your wedding, like all the little details and whatnot?” Colby gushed brightly.

I cocked my head to the side, almost laughing at him.

“What? Isn't that something most girls do?” He argued jokingly.

“First off, not every girl dreams about their wedding.” I scoffed. “But secondly, yes I have.”

“Who'd you get married to?” He questioned abruptly.

I choked. “Um-”

Casey busted in, cutting me off. “Okay! Sorry about that. I figured I might as well bring out some other samples besides the carrot cake.”

She placed four plates down in front of us. Each had two little sections of cake on it. There was carrot, vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet. I could feel my mouth water as she placed two forks down.

“So, for any cakes that we do make, we can obviously do any form of icing. But traditionally, red velvet and carrot always have cream cheese icing. I do my own little spin on both, of course.” She babbled, giggling. “And then for the vanilla, I did vanilla icing. And the chocolate has chocolate icing as well. Go ahead and dig in.”

I grabbed a fork and sliced a piece of the carrot cake. I took my bite slowly, enjoying the sweetness of the icing, with a hint of cinnamon. I glanced up at Colby as he did the same, his eyes landing on me with a hidden smile.

“This is really good. And I don't usually like carrot cake. But this... so good.” Colby spoke, covering his mouth.

“That's great to hear. And what about you, Y/N?” Casey turned to me.

I praised. “Delicious. I love carrot cake, so this hits the spot.”

“I'm happy you enjoy it. I love a good carrot cake myself,” She confessed. “So, where are you guys planning to get married?”

“In Santa Monica. On the beach.” Colby stated.

My eyes widened, staring at Colby quickly. He gazed over at me, a smirk on his lips.

“A fall wedding on the beach?” Casey puzzled.

“Yeah. It's never really fall here anyway.” Colby commented.

“That is very true,” Casey chuckled. “A beach wedding, huh? That's so fun. What colors?”

“Red and white. And with some black thrown in. For him.” I teased.

“Aww, thanks babe.” Colby winked.

I felt my heart skip a beat for a second. I tried to brush off the butterflies in my stomach as hunger pains.

Casey sang. “You two are adorable! Now, try the vanilla cake. It's our top seller.”

After trying the rest of the cakes, Colby excused himself to go to the restroom. Casey sat down in Colby's seat, scooching in.

“Now I have to ask, how long have you two been together?” She inquired.

“Four years,” I lied. “Basically as long as I've known him.”

“You two already act like an old married couple. I can see how much he cares about you.” She disclosed.

I squeaked. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. It's so noticeable,” She swatted her hand lightly. “He's smitten, and I can see why. You are so sweet to him, and he just can't get enough. It's all in his eyes.”

Casey stood up and slowly cleaned up the plates, as I sat there in silence.

Was Colby really that into me?

Maybe she was lying. But something about her words stuck with me.

I’ve always had a small crush on Colby, ever since I met him. And everyone in our friend group knew about it. I always chalked up my feelings to me just being lonely and him always being there for me. But maybe there was something more in how I felt for him. The idea of marrying Colby didn’t seem bad at all. If anything, it was something I could see maybe happening. I mean, we were really close. And our friends always joked about us being a couple. Maybe they weren't jokes after all.

But does he even like me like that?

“Did you order the cupcakes, Y/N?” Colby’s voice broke my thoughts.

I stared up at him, stumbling. “Hmm? What? I-uh, no. I didn't.”

Colby’s dimples appeared as he chuckled at the fumbling of my words. “Okay. I'm gonna go order them then.”

I nodded, slowly standing up and grabbing my purse. I walked over to him, watching him pay for the cupcakes.

“Well, when you're ready to place an order for your cake, you let me know.” Casey addressed, handing Colby a business card and the cupcakes.

Colby assured. “Of course, Casey. Thank you so much for the samples.”

“And thank you for being such a fine gentleman. You take good care of Y/N, you hear?” She patted the counter near me.

He laughed softly, the both of us beginning to leave. “Absolutely. Have a nice day.”

“Same to you. Goodbye, my little love birds!” Casey waved.

We walked out of the bakery and back onto the busy street. Everything felt strange around me, like I just woke up from a dream.

Back to reality, I guess.

“She was... fun.” I remarked happily.

“Yeah, definitely.” He smiled, getting into his car. “I know what bakery I'm coming to if I do get married.”

I sat down, putting the cupcakes on the floor next to my feet. “We'll have to do this again sometime.”

Colby turned to me, his eyes snaking up my body and finally stopping on my face with a click of his tongue.

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Brock.”

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[suganovakawa]

your jealous hcs are immaculate 😌 could I get sum the same headcannons for my short kings hinata and nishi 🥺

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shoyo hinata

mans is gonna be going through an internal conflict of “ HEY THATS MY SO ” and “ wait am i being too possessive ? ”

literally all of his teammates have told him being wary of who tries flirting with you is NOT being overly possessive , but he still has his self doubts about it all

you’re still a manager-in-training during the summer camp , and you’ve basically been following kiyoko around ; every time you’re not , you’re usually with shoyo

all of hinata’s hesitation goes down the drain the moment lev basks in your presence

you two met through shoyo and kenma , during lunch — you found your boyfriend speaking to this really really really tall guy , and hinata quickly introduced the two of you before you could run away in fear

what he didn’t like , was how well you two got along afterward

during the week he’d catch lev striking up easy conversation with you when he wasn’t around ; whether it was about him , you , volleyball , nekoma , or karasuno

y’all got along well — way too well

it came to the point where tobio had to give the carrot top a whole pep talk about his jealousy ; shoyo began to be more distracted on the court , which earned karasuno more and more punishments

“ boke ! you need to do something about yourself ! we don’t stand a chance in winning if all you do on the court is gawk at how lev is better at striking conversation with y/n than you ! ”

“ but kageyamaaaaaa , what if i’m just reading too much into it ? ”

“ you’ll be reading the fine print on my sneakers if you don’t pull your crap together soon and be a man for y/n ”

and that was the end of that discussion ; hinata was gonna pull his crap together later tonight

after another camp day finished , he found you with lev . . . again

he was helping you with cleaning up any extra volleyballs — shoyo watched as you laughed at one of his short jokes , you punching the side of his arm lightly

the first year marched towards the two of you , and you smiled when you saw your boyfriend in view

“ shoyo ! did you know that lev — sh-shoyo ? ”

lev widened his eyes a bit as hinata wrapped an arm around your waist , blatantly pressing a kiss to your temple in front of the nekoma first year

ignoring his self embarrassment , shoyo flashed a small smirk in your direction , using his fingers to brush the hair out of your eyes

“ i missed you , y/n . do you need help with anything ? ”

“ aaaaaaand , that is my cue to go find yaku . see you around , y/n ! ”

you hid your flustered face in shoyo’s chest and blindly waved lev off , not fully grasping what in the world just happened

out of nowhere , you can feel and hear your boyfriend short circuit

“ oh my goD thank GOODNESS lev left already , i didn’t think i could do that for much longer ”

you look up at hinata , whose face was just as red as yours from his own actions

“ what was that for anyway , shoyo ? you’re never like . . . that ”

you blushed at the thought of shoyo being protective of you in front of lev , your stomach feeling fluttery with his arm around your waist

“ honestly , y/n ? i kinda . . . got jealous . that lev was getting most of your attention . kageyama was the one who told me to do this , but i got scared i was being too controlling of you by doing what i did ”

at what shoyo said , you couldn’t help but laugh and press a kiss to his nose

“ nonsense , shoyo . i know you’re not like that . and i’ll give you more attention , silly . you should’ve just asked . ”

he let loose of your hips and you began to walk out of the gym , but you faced him one more time before turning the corner , a foxy grin on your lips

“ but damn , shoyo . i’d love to see that side of you again , because that was really hot . ”

you were kidding when you said that , but he clearly didn’t get that part when he did the same exact thing the next day — and he was much more confident this time

yuu nishinoya

he will call anyone out if they even dare flirt with you

as an experienced flirter himself , yuu knows exactly what to look for when a male specimen interacts with you

and if he sees any red flags ? consider the interaction terminated

of course he isn’t possessive , he’ll lead you away from the specimen nicely instead of just dragging you away

but the specimen should def expect a death glare from the libero

exhibit A — koutarou bokuto

could the fukurodani player make it more obvious that he was completely and utterly smitten over you ?

somehow you were completely oblivious to his advances , brushing off as you just carried on tending to karasuno

but even still , bokuto wouldn’t give you a break . and yuu wasn’t going to deal with watching you unintentionally push his advances away for much longer

at first , tanaka wanted to help with busting koutarou

“ c’mon , noya ! let’s show that ace who y/n’s boyfriend is , eh ? don’t deal with his shit anymore ! ”

cue a manly cutscene

and an even manlier yuu nishinoya

“ no , my dear tanaka . i appreciate your support , soldier , but y/n is my s.o. , so i will take matters into my own hands . if i cannot do such a feat , i cannot call myself a man , and a worthy boyfriend . ”

cue ryu’s manly tears , and the two hugged on it

come dinner time , and yuu is finally going to stop bokuto from pursuing you

he sees you , and you see him — you try calling out to noya , but before you can finish , koutarou is already at your side , puppy dog eyes and all

“ y/n !!! you were great today ! ”

“ th-thank you bokuto , but i really didn’t do much today — ”

“ nonsense !! with the way you kept up with your team after every punishment , it’s so cool of you ! ”

“ HEY ! BIG GUY ! ”

nishinoya saw your eyes sparkle as he approached the two of you , an index finger waving in kou’s face

“ what’s your business with y/n , eh ? this one is off the market . by me ! so , go pursue someone else ! go , go ! shoo ! ”

omg did koutarou just go into emo mode

you were about to say something in an effort to cheer him up , when he saw another fukurodani player — akaashi , you remember — tapping him on the shoulder and crossing his arms

“ let’s go , bokuto-san . your dinner is going to get cold if you insist on being sad over at karasuno’s table . ”

you and noya watched as keiji dragged the third year back to his own team , and you turned to your boyfriend confusedly

" yuu ? was he trying to pursue me ? "

oh my god you really were oblivious

" yeah , babe ! you didn't see him giving you nothing but goo-goo eyes literally all day long ? "

" oh wow . . . i suppose didn't . " you smiled , " thanks for coming to my rescue , yuu . i can always count on you . "

he grinned and nodded his head , before kissing your cheek sweetly

" of course , baby . that's what i'm here for . "

#peacefulhaikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hinata #hinata imagine #hinata headcanons #hinata x reader #hinata x you #hinata shoyo #shoyo x reader #haikyuu shoyo #yuu nishinoya #nishinoya headcanons #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya scenarios #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya imagine #haikyuu nishinoya #karasuno x reader #karasuno #hinata shoyo imagine #hinata shoyo scenarios

[baby-grayson]

Kind Stranger|GBD|Part 7

Parts 1-6 warning: fluffy Tags: @styles-dolan​ @evergreendolan​ @someonetogray​ @vintagedolan​ @prettyboydolan​ @dolansficsandpics​ @graysavant​ @baby-turtles​

Kale? Spinach? Mushrooms? Eggplant? Grayson’s eyes surveyed the brightly colored board of food options. He weighed the consequences of choosing to include or omit tomatoes from his lunch order. His concentration on his lunch kept his anxieties at bay. Earlier that day, his palms left a greasy layer of sweat on the steering wheel of his Porsche, with his girlfriend and brother silent in the car. His girlfriend and brother now stood beside him, still silent. Ethan’s arms were crossed as he leaned against the back wall of the restaurant. Kate leaned significantly on her good leg, holding a hand on her hip and looking at the ground. Grayson eyed the pair quickly before returning his focus to selecting his meal. Why won’t they talk to each other? It’s like they already don’t like each other..

Grayson tried to shake thoughts while pondering the benefits of sweet corn. Kate glanced at Grayson, struggling to understand the complexity of the decisions that go into making a veggie wrap. Her eyes flickered up toward Ethan, who’s stare was focused straight ahead on a container of napkins. The similarity in the twins was still striking to her. The tattoos on Ethan’s arms were the only definite indicator of their identities. I should know my own boyfriend from his twin brother… Kate took in a breath and moved her gaze up to the ceiling, questioning whether the silence was comforting or eerie. She released a tension in her jaw she hadn’t realized she had been holding when Grayson looked back at her, scrunched his nose slightly, and smiled wide. Grayson’s smile washed over Kate as a wave of relief.

Ethan’s stomach lurched while his eyebrows raised. His brother’s new relationship was sweet, there was no denying that. Grayson shined when he picked her up that morning: his smile was infectious when he took her hand in his during the car ride over. Grayson spent the morning assuring Ethan that Kate was “Awesome! So funny and sweet”, promising that Ethan’s apprehensions would vanish after spending real time with her. Ethan almost felt bad for asking Grayson so many tough questions about her. Almost.

Grayson looked from Kate, to Ethan, and back to Kate, “How does carrots, humus, spinach, celery, and bell pepper sound?” “Like a stroke of creativity that definitely didn’t take you 20 minutes to think about,” Ethan responded sardonically, earning a breathy chuckle out of Kate. Grayson bit his tongue against a snarky response and looked at Kate, “Ladies first,” he motioned a hand in front of him toward the register. Kate stepped forward, chatting through her order with the girl behind the register. Grayson stepped toward Ethan, with an expectant look in his eye. “What bro?” Ethan unwound his arms at Grayson’s wide-eyed look. Grayson’s eyed darted away from Ethan, toward Kate’s backside, and back to Ethan for a second time. Ethan shrugged softly, not having enough information to give a real analysis, “She seems nice. You know I think ordering whole wheat is a sign of a great life partner.” Ethan couldn’t hold in the laugh that escaped his lips when he met Gray’s annoyed look. “Sorry,” Ethan shrugged again, trying not to ruin Grayson’s honeymoon mood, “She seems fine, I’ve barely talked to her.” “She’s great,” Grayson smiled wide at his brother before letting his eyes wander to Kate’s backside at the register. He noticed her give her credit card to the girl at the register and spoke louder, “I can pay for that baby.” Kate looked back at Grayson and shook her head softly. Her tone was nonchalant, “It’s fine, I got it.”

Ethan made a small hum of approval next to his brother, meeting his gaze. Grayson stepped forward to place his order, Kate stood next to him; avoiding joining the awkward air near Ethan at the back of the room. Grayson’s large, rough, calloused hand instinctively laid over Kate’s dainty hand. Ethan smiled softly at the gesture; his brother was always a romantic. In truth, Ethan was impressed by the simple fact that she paid for her own food. It was the first sign that she wasn’t interested in Grayson for his money or influence. She showed Ethan that, even in the smallest way, she wasn’t looking to be wholly dependent on Grayson.

The scene was interrupted by a small bell followed by a few high-pitched squeals coming from the door to the restaurant. A man in an expensive polo shirt and loafers was accompanied by two teenage girls, who were nearly bouncing at the site of the twins. Kate’s brow furrowed: What would make two girls scream in public? She followed their gaze to the twins and was hit with the realization: Grayson’s life was massively different from her own. The two girls bounced their way to the twins while professing their love and asking for a picture. Kate was impressed by how elegantly Grayson handled the situation. He smiled with genuine happiness and stood with grace, giving his entire attention to what they were squealing at him. When the teenagers and twins broke up from their picture, one of the girls got on the phone, to call who Kate could only assume was a friend. “OMG STACEY YOU WON’T BELIEVE! IT WAS THE TWINS! YES! I KNOW! AND ONE OF THE TWINS’ FRIENDS WAS HERE WITH THEM!!!!!!!!!” The small restaurant sounded like a Justin Bieber concern circa 2008. And yet the sound of Kate’s own heartbeat created a deafening silence in her head. One of the twins’ friends… Kate tried to shiver off the growing knot in her stomach, the words weren’t settling right inside of her. She had never been a particularly insecure girl, being a disabled woman in science demanded self-confidence, but the teeny bopper’s words echoed in her ears. Grayson stood beside her, equally awkward but for a different reason. He could only imagine what Kate was thinking after seeing something like that for the first time: a scene that had come to be normal for him since moving to LA. He wanted so badly to reach out and hold her hand in his. He wanted to brush his thumb over hers and give it a squeeze. He wanted to place a hand on her lower back, kiss her head, and breathe in that citrus scent that he could never get enough of.  But he knew he couldn’t: not with his fans in the room, not with their phones in their hands.

If Ethan noticed the cumbersome emotions of his companions, he didn’t show it. He coolly ordered his lunch, keeping his voice low and posture relaxed. Meanwhile, his twin brother was producing enough sweat to provide water to an African dessert and his brother’s girlfriend was combatting her inner dialogue about independence.

Most of the trio’s problems faded into the air in Grayson’s Porsche. Grayson’s right hand securely coddled Kate’s, while his left casually hung over the steering wheel. Grayson loved sitting next to Kate in his car, her sweet smell filled the car and her cute laugh filled the air. Ethan loved sitting with food in his lap, its savory smell filled his nostrils and promised his stomach of good times to come.

Not soon after, they sat at the Dolans’ kitchen island with food, napkins, and smoothies strewn out in front of them. Grayson was in the middle of his fifth story about elementary school with Ethan. Kate tossed some sweet potato fries in her mouth, smiling gently and laughing at Grayson’s punchlines. Grayson followed one story with another, hoping some at some point his brother and girlfriend would release their tense energy and start to see all the great things he saw in both.

“—and then Cameron hit me over the head, and I ended up with a barbie doll arm up my nose—“, he had barely bit into the lunch he spent nearly a half an hour ordering because he was so busy filling the silence. Kate winced at the mention of a doll arm up six year old Grayson’s nose, “Ooh that’s a bad one.” Ethan shook his head, finishing a sip of his smoothie “That’s nothing. Grayson’s head is practically made of stainless steel. Barbies are kind of a bad omen for him though,” he picked at a pile of chips. “This one time when we were like 12, he was dating this girl from down the street. She went as barbie to a Halloween party and convinced Grayson to dress up as Ken.” Kate nearly choked on her sandwich as she let out a chortle, Grayson’s face turned a hot shade of red from behind his veggie wrap. “That means you’re a dedicated boyfriend,” Kate show him a playful wink between bites of her sandwich. Grayson, who’s face was the color of the bell pepper in his wrap, nodded, “I’ll do anything for my girl.” Ethan’s stomach lurched but he held back the urge to react to the happy couple, “He’ll do stupid things for you if you ask him too,” Kate laughed again, “He’ll do stupid things without you asking too, just to impress you.” Kate snickered, fingering a plate of sweet potato fries. She pointed a fry at Grayson “What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done to impress a girl?” Grayson’s cheeks flared, “I uh—well” Ethan gladly cut his twin off to finish, “This one time he tried having sex in a handstand just to prove he could hold himself up for that long.” A loud laugh escaped Kate’s mouth, while Ethan’s accomplished look met with Grayson’s mortified one.

“Should I ask if you could do it?” Kate looked from Grayson to Ethan and back to Grayson. Grayson stammered again before Kate finished, “Maybe you could show me one day.” She proudly flicked the last sweet potato fry in her mouth.

A wide grin grew on Grayson’s face, his cheeks slightly burning. Ethan nearly lodged a chip in his throat. “I knew you were the girl for me,” he reached for her hand across the island. Ethan shook his head softly, “Ryan did say he had a good feeling about this.” “Exactly,” Grayson triumphantly kissed Kate’s cheek as she asked, “Who’s Ryan?” “Ryan is our best friend--,” Grayson started, pulling away from Kate’s cheek. Ethan spoke over his twin, “—he produces our podcast, helps with the videos, pulls us apart when he beat up on each other too hard.” Kate’s eyes found the floor. She looked up at Grayson when Ethan finished, “I thought we weren’t telling people…about us?” Her eyes stared up at Grayson, wide and longing for reassurance. She felt confused, in a deep place. She had already put away her feelings about keeping their relationship private: coming to terms with the fact that Grayson’s life was different. Grayson wanted desperately to cup her face in his hands, seeing her eyes like that ate threw his heart. “Ryan is different, he’s our best friend. We can trust him.” Grayson’s heart quivered when he saw the emptiness grow in Kate’s eyes. Her thoughts raced: What was it about the people in her life that made them untrustworthy? The white walls of the coastal interior of the rental felt less beachy to her and more alienating in that moment. Grayson wrapped an arm around and leaned in to kiss the side of her head. His movements were shaking. He stroked his thumb on the small of her back, trying to put her at ease almost as much as he wanted to put himself at ease. He was normal. She was normal. Their relationship was normal, normal, normal. Grayson wanted so badly to hold her in that moment: to hold her as close as possible to his chest and let her hear his heartbeat, the heart that beat for her. Grayson was never very good with words, but he wished he could find the words to tell her how much she meant to him. He felt like she was sent to him, a strong shot in the dark with everything he always wished for. She was beautiful. She was smart. She was independent. She was driven. She was funny without being cruel. Her laugh sounded like a song. Her little snore when she slept on his chest sounded like a little teddy bear declaring its adorable presence to the world. She had overcome so much; she reminded the entire world of that every time she stood up. She was twice the person that Grayson was and it killed him inside to see her eyes look like that. A pain ran through his chest, he never wanted her to be upset because of him. He cherished her. Even though their relationship was new, his heart held absolutely no hesitancy. He looked at her like he was sure, sure she was meant to stick around, to change his life, to make him a better man: the best man he can be.

A loud creak scraped across the floor. Ethan awkwardly stood up from his seat at the island, feeling as though he was in someone else’s scene. He shifted his eyes from Grayson’s hand on Kate’s back. Ethan quickly gathered the bag and wraps from his lunch to dispose of.  Ethan left the room, leaving the young couple in that position. Grayson’s hand found a home on Kate’s lower back, while she looked up at him, somewhere between bewildered and disheartened.

They snapped out of their trance long enough to clean the rest of the kitchen. Grayson led Kate out, placing gentle kisses on her head and squeezing her small hand. He wanted to memorize the way her hand felt: so small, dainty, and regal in his large, rough, calloused hand. His fingers tingled with jabs of pain when his open wounds moved, but it was worth it to get to feel her smooth, warm skin.

They stood at the front door together. Kate’s hand delicately in Grayson’s, he looked down at her with adoring eyes while she looked up at him. Her eyes had let go of their earlier state, but had yet to return the warm, brown fire Grayson loved so much. “Thanks for coming to spend time with Ethan,” Grayson started, “I think he started warming up to you.” Kate smiled passively, “He’s nice. I’m glad I came today.” She lifted herself on her toes and kissed his cheek gently before lowering down. She turned for the door when Grayson held her hand tighter, “Wait—” he took in a breath. How does he say this? How does he break this? Maybe he shouldn’t say anything at all? Maybe he should say everything? Lay it all out there right? Be completely honest. Honestly is the best policy.

“I’m so happy with you and I love that my brother got to know you better. I’m so glad he got to see you being you.” Grayson gulped softly, Kate turned to face him again, closing the space between them softly. “You’re sweet, so sweet. And you make me happy. Like really fucking happy,” his eyes watered slightly. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to say this, but I was starting to get really lonely before you. And then you came out of nowhere, dropped out of the sky and right into my lap, being here and fixing my problems since the moment I met you. You’re so different, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I didn’t even know girls like you existed.” Grayson let go of her hand to run both of his hands through his hair before looking down at her again, melting more by the minute. The warmth returned to her brown eyes, as her lips slid into a kind smile. “You’re—I—We—I want to keep you around.” Grayson decided on, nodding subtly as he spoke.

Kate lifted herself up by her toes and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. Grayson cupped her face in his hands and deepened their kiss, drinking her citrus scent and becoming intoxicated on the sweet taste of her tongue. He ran his hands through her soft, luscious hair. He moaned softly, dropping his hands to her waist and pulling her body in closer. Kate wrapped an ankle around his calf, pulling her body up to continue to meet his mouth, tracing her fingers against his shirt and feeling the curves of his body underneath. She didn’t retract when she felt a hard bulge against her waist, in fact she pulled herself even closer to him—eliminating any space between the two of them. Grayson grabbed onto her, feeling a strip of silky skin when the hem of her shirt rose. His lips became frenzied, obsessed with kissing her at maximum capacity for as long as he could. Her nerves caught on fire when his tongue slipped against her bottom lip, begging for an entrance. She opened her mouth slightly, allowing him entrance. Her hot skin started to flame when her mouth was filled with the honey taste of his decadent tongue.

Grayson let one dauntless hand fall from her waist, grabbing lightly onto her ass. She smirked into his kiss, triggering a physical mechanism inside of him. He grabbed tightly onto her ass, his body tormented by not having her in this moment. It was Kate who pulled back first, her face covered in strands of unruly hair, flush cheeks, and swollen lips. She breathed in softly before lightly stepping out of his grasp. She nodded and smiled up at him, attending to be sweet but failing while the heavy air hung in the moment. “I’ll see you soon,” she kissed his cheek quickly and moved swiftly toward the door as Grayson mumbled his own words of goodbye. His body, mind, and spirit felt intoxicated by her. He tried to step but recognized a shaking leg as he made his way to the couch. He ran his hands through his hair and laid down. Yeah, she was the one.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I had mixed feelings about this part while writing it. I hope you enjoyed lovie!

#banana squad #if you know you know #grayson dolan #dolan #dolan twin #ethan #ethan dolan #grayson x OC #grayson dolan romance #fanfiction #fluff #fanfic #youtuber #twin

[sunshinetomorrow]

music asks 37 lets hear

37. pick a song and analyse its lyrics.

ok im doing vega tables

I'm gonna be round my vegetables / I'm gonna chow down my vegetables / I love you most of all / My favorite vega-table

brian loves vegetables so much he loves eating healthy and eating vegetables and he loves it

If you brought a big, brown bag of them home / I'd jump up and down and hope you'd toss me a carrot

hes so excited for the vegetables hes jumping for joy and he wants a carrot so bad its so fun and hes happy

I'm gonna keep well my vegetables / Cart off and sell my vegetables / I love you most of all / My favorite vega-table

the vegetables are keeping him healthy and he wants to sell them to everyone and let everyone have some tasty vegetables

I tried to kick the ball but my tennie flew right off / I'm red as a beet 'cause I'm so embarrassed

he was playing soccer but his shoe came off and hes so shy and embarrassed!!! also he looks like a beet which is a type of vegetable

(Mom and daddy says) Sleep a lot, eat a lot, brush 'em like crazy /Run a lot, do a lot, never be lazy

this is such good advice from your parents you know you gotta get good rest and eat well and keep your teeth clean and keep active !!!

I threw away my candy bar and I ate the wrapper / And when they told me what I did I burst into laughter

so silly how could brian do this omg can you imagine

I know that you'll feel better / When you send us in your letter an' / Tell us the name of your / Your favorite vega-table

hes encouraging audience participation he wants everyone out there to think about and share their favorite vega tables

ok thats my analysis of vega tables by the beach boys hope you enjoyed

[theeeveetamer]

A while back you talked about dimitri and dedue have an "oath ceremony" that was them getting married in all but name, and that reminded me of "best friend ceremonies" from harvest moon so now I'm just thinking off strong farmer dimitri with his gardener husband and their 5 kids 😔😔 this is all your fault

I take full responsibility for this and I hope that I continue to put more ideas in your head >:D

Omg I totally forgot about that feature since they gutted it from the US version of DS Cute but! Yes!

Dimitri plows the fields and sows the seeds and Dedue is the one to water and talk to the plants (and yes he talks to the plants, Dimitri finds it so adorable). Maybe if they ever have cows or sheep Dimitri helps out with them too. Oh, and horses! Their little ones always fight over who gets to feed them carrots and brush their coats and when they’re old enough Dimitri teaches them to ride!

And honestly I’m not really sure where else I would go with a farm AU but omg picture all of them huddled up in their little farm house, snuggled up in bed together during the winters! Eventually they add more rooms so everyone gets their own (Dimitri probably does the construction too, a man of many talents) but when they’re small Dimitri is too anxious to leave them alone all night, especially in the winters when it’s cold, so they all share a big bed!

#Dimidue #Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd #Dedue Molinaro #and their brood of oopsie babies #Farm AU? #Farm AU #Dimidue Babies #Anonymous

[watermelon-pxpsicle]

ℙ𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥| ℍ𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕤 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖||𝔻𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕

𝕏𝕏𝕏

{•N/N•}=nickname

{•M/L/N•}=mother's last name

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕆𝕍

I wait patiently in my chair checking my notes on this week's modeling session. In pure boredom I start to do that leg thing that people do when they need to get out extra energy. Before I look up though I can feel warm calloused hands covering my eyes. "Guess who?" I chuckle and say "Hm, well I suppose my only guess would a certain man with wings who is late to his modeling session" he laughs and says "aw come on, I'm not late you're just always early!" He takes his hands off my eyes and says "I'd never be late for a modeling gig with you" he gives one of his famous smug smirks and I roll my eyes.

I lead him back to the hair washing chair and continue to wash his hair. "So how’s hero work?” He sighs and says “Stressful, I guess but it’s nothing I can’t handle” he says it with a cocky smirk but I can’t help but feel sad for him. Hero work certainly does look stressful and it’s a shame that the hero commission can’t give the heroes just a little bit more free time. Although I guess it’s not like villains are just going to give them some days off to chill and just relax. His wings make it a bit difficult for him to lay down in the chair so he usually just sheds all his feather into a pile and just leaves them there, until he uses them again. It’s kind of weird to just have hawks feathers all over the place, but I’ve gotten used to it.

Once I'm done with washing Hawks's hair I blow dry and brush it. After I'm done with perfectly brushing it though he just has to run his hands through it. "H-hey! What are you doing that for!" I rush over and he chuckles. "Aw come on, I was itchy! It's not my fault that you buy high-class shampoo. Besides I like having you brush my hair" I sweat drop and go back to styling his hair until it's back to its fluffy, clean, and neat self.

Next is makeup. I don't have to add too much makeup to Hawks since he already has flawless skin, but fixing his bird eyeliner usually helps the aesthetic. It wasn't until the first time I tried wiping the little triangles under his eyes that I found out that that was part of him. We laughed it off anyways, but I still felt embarrassed inside and curios on how he just happened to be born with eyeliner on. When applying the eyeliner I have to be careful to not to touch Hawks too much, since he's ticklish and last time I did that his wings ruffled and spread and knocked over the chairs.

I can almost hear his breathing when I'm applying the makeup, maybe scared of getting ticklish again or just from staying still for a period of time. After I'm done he relaxes again and he follows me to his changing room. When he's in the changing room I check my phone to see any text notifications from the date I had last night. Although it seems as though I'm cursed to be forced alone, forever.

When Hawks comes out he notices my slightly saddened expression. "Hey chickadee, whats got you down?" I look up at him surprised and try to put a smile back on. "Oh nothing, just was spacing out that's all" He nods but I can tell he doesn't believe me. When we're around less people he asks again. "Seriously though, are you okay?" I sigh "I don't know, I guess right now my love life is slowly dying, although not like it was strong in the first place" Hawks looks a little taken a back by what I just said and a little sad too.

"I mean, all my friends have boyfriends. I'm just a twenty two year old who hasn't had one in what feels like forever" I exhale and look back up at him. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be talking to you like this. Super unprofessional of me let's do the photo shoot now" he was hesitant to move or talk back first but Hawks eventually followed me to the shoot. "So anyway I was thinking about matching the tones of your outfits to compliment the backdrops to really get a whole aesthetic going. And anyway I was also thinking about- Hawks?" I snap once trying to regain his attention. "Hawks?" Snapping gains got his attention and he turned to me.

"Hm? Oh! Sorry spaced out there for a bit" we continued the shoot without any further problems with him and his tendencies. We actually got it down fairly quick. "Anyway we'll reschedule for next time?" He nodded "yup just as usual" I go to exit and then I hear him mumble "look forward to seeing you again" I turn around making sure I heard him correctly. "Hm?" He looked a bit a flustered and just said "ah, I meant- I mean, um Bye!"

"Uh, yeah sure. Bye!" I exit the building a bit confused but eventually shrugged it off. "Just bird stuff right?" No matter the cause I go back to my cozy studio loft and sigh. "It's only Four O clock, but I still feel tired" maybe I should make something to eat. After I made something to eat I sat down on my couch and started sketching new ideas for different fashion and jewelry lines. I also brought a bag of popcorn with me. Eventually I put my hand in the bag and nothing was left in there except kernels. Looking around I realize the sun has already started to set. "Did I really just spend three hours non-stop drawing?" I shrug and decide to get to bed.

𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪'𝕤 𝕃𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕓

"Aw come on {•Y/N•}! You need to put yourself out there. Here it's a free app, just get it" I sigh listening to my friend, Alex's lecture about why I should get a dating app. "Listen here you've been single for way to long girl friend. It's time you go get yourself a man!" "Alex I'm honestly fine, it's sweet that you're doing this for me, but maybe I'm just not destined to meet someone" I take a sip of my drink and look down at my purse.

"Hey can I borrow your phone I want to know what the weather is tomorrow"

"don't you have your's?"

"Yeah but I left it in the car"

I reluctantly gave her my phone and before I knew it she was giggling. "What?" I look over and realize she already downloaded the app!

"A-Alex!" She puts her hand up just to drop and give me one of those "Oh please" looks and showed me my phone back. "Look hun you already got a match" I look down at my phone and notice that I did get a match. "Hold on, really?" I scroll though the person's name and it read 'Keigo Takahiro' he didn't have a picture but it seemed like none of these profiles did. "Hey why aren't their any photos here?"

"This app is made so people don't focus on looks and focus more on the person. "But then you could be talking to a creepy old man!" She just shrugs "you could be doing that too on any other app". Wait so you put my name as {•N/N•} {•M/L/N•}?" She nodded. "I mean you're kind of well known. Since your always around Hawks it's probably better if people don't read your profile and just say 'omg it's that one girl who always around hawks'"."I suppose" although I wasn't really listening I was scrolling through his profile. I didn't find anything that really stood out to me. "Hm his favourite food is chicken, he likes heights, he has a stable job. Maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all" alex smiles "see? I told you so, soon enough you'll be out here with kids" I roll my eyes and laugh "oh please no let's talk about marriage before that"

ℍ𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕤'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍

𝔼𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪

"I don't know Miruko, I just want a girlfriend" she looks at me weirdly and says "don't look at me I already got myself a girlfriend, and trust me I don't think I'm going to be needing no man anytime soon" We're lying in a parking lot because apparently I crash landed there and Miruko came because she thought there were carrots involved. I sigh "I didn't say you, Although you know {•L/N•}?" she jumps up and says "you mean your fashion designer?" I nod "I think I like her" after a few minutes of silence she says "dude, I know. You tell me this everyday" Then it looks like she gotan idea "hey! You should get a dating app!" I blink "what why?" "To get your mind off {•L/N•}! Since your obviously not going to make a move anytime soon" I think for a while "but what if I don't want to get the app?" She shrugs and says "then have fun complaining to me that you want a girlfriend everyday even though you found a girl but are too scared to make a move. You should just put your self out there. You'll be surprised" I look down "I don't know Miruko I think I'll pass" she then goes off to leave "suit yourself with loneliness!"

"Wait!" I shout back already regretting what I’m about to say. She turns back "yeah?" Defeatedly I pull my phone out of my pocket and hold it towards her. "Can you at least help me set up the account" she laughs and grabs my phone. "But wait, what if people only like me because I'm a pro hero and the publicity they would gain?" She looks up at me "just change your last name, and this app doesn't allow you to add a photo" I lean over "why?" She chomps into a carrot and says "something to do with love isn't about how you look or whatever, but I made your account, just fill out some of the other stuff"

"Hold on, am I going to be cat fishing people?"

"Course not! Just change your last name to your mom's last name!"

"Oh, okay"

Once we get my profile ready I hit done and wait a while. Then my phone buzzes "hey look you got a match!" I look on my phone to see '{•N/N•} {•M/L/N•}' I scroll through her profile and think to myself what's the worst that could happen right? “Hey, I gotta go, but have fun with your online dating!” I wave goodbye and check my phone again. It’s not my ideal way to finding a partner, but besides, this is only to get my mind off of {•L/N•}. It’s unprofessional of me to have feelings towards my employee, I mean I’m technically her boss and yet I have these, these.... feelings! That I can’t get rid of, and I just, I just want to.. I don’t know what I want to do with my feelings.

Miruko was right, I really do need to get my mind off her. She is just my fashion designer. That’s it, nothing else. Just my really attractive, kind, and nice employee. If there is some god out there,I hope they will at least send me a sign! Then my phone pinged.

||{•L/N•}||

Hey you free in two weeks? I was thinking maybe Wednesday at 9am

||Hawks||

Yeah why? Taking me out on a date lol

Could this be it? A sign from the gods? Maybe a push that {•L/N•} and I are meant to be?

||{•L/N•}||

To discuss your next fashion line silly :)

||Hawks||

Oh Okay

This girl is going to be the death of me, and hopefully {•M/L/N•} will be able to breathe me back to life.

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#hawks x reader #bnha hawks #boku no hero academia hawks #mha #keigo takami x reader #picture perfect

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tag game ★~(•◡•✿) 50 questions you’ve never been asked before

Tagged by @longitud-de-onda & @javierpenaspinkshirt aages ago thanks loves💖

what colour is your hair brush?

Neon pink

are you typically too warm or too cold?

warm

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?

French lessons on Duolingo!

what is your favorite candy bar?

Whittakers coconut block omg

have you ever been to a professional sports event?

Yeah mainly football cause I grew up a Leeds United supporter (ew). The best of any sport I’ve been to watch was roller derby in Austin, that was incredible.

what is the last thing you said out loud?

I was actually attempting to read out loud that cursed @amarvelousmandalorian fic to see how far I could get, but I won’t tell you which bit I got to cause I don’t wanna write it down haha

what is your favorite ice cream?

Ben & Jerrys Half Baked maybe. Idk I don’t eat a lot of ice cream

what was the last thing you had to drink?

Water. Gotta stay hydrated.

do you like your wallet?

Yeah. It’s super glittery and cute, but I’ve had it a couple years it’s time to replace it I reckon.

what was the last thing you ate?

Some carrot batons cause I couldn’t be bothered to cook

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

No but I did buy some art prints from my fave tattoo artist which is way more exciting

the last sporting event you watched?

All Black v Tonga in 2018 is the last one I actually remember. Really don’t watch sports.

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

Sweet & Salted

who is the last person you sent a text message to?

my brother

ever go camping?

Not since 2009 when we camped out somewhere near Austin I think, I’m not particularly in to camping.

do you go to church every Sunday?

No. I am very much an atheist

do you have a tan?

At the moment kinda, my fake tan is coming off and looks patchy af. I need to sort that out before it gets warm again.

do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

pizza pizza all the time.

do you drink your soda with a straw?

Nah

what color socks do you usually wear?

what are socks? I haven’t worn socks in so long jfc. Black if I have to wear them.

do you ever drive above the speed limit?

I don’t drive

what terrifies you?

Dogs because I have a really bad phobia. Storms in general but specifically lightning, other deeper things but I don’t wanna talk about those.

look to your left, what do you see?

The back of my sofa and the wall

what chore do you hate?

I have come to realise I don’t mind chores now I live alone, but cleaning the bathroom is probably the one I like the least

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

how much I’d rather be hearing a New Zealand accent haha. JK they’re fine but I don’t really have much of a reaction, I’ve lived and travelled with too many Australians at this point.

what’s your favorite soda

Coke Zero, I don’t really drink other sodas

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?

Go in but I generally try to avoid them as much as possible.

who’s the last person you talked to?

My therapist but that was an online chat so idk if that really counts as talking. In person, my deliveroo driver

favorite cut of beef?

no thank you, I don’t eat meat.

last song you listened to?

In Red - Queenadreena (I’m really diving back in to music from my teenage years this week idk what’s going on)

last book you read?

I haven’t picked up a book in forever I don’t have the energy to read eugh. I am still working through The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet and I guess the last I actually finished was The Last Wish

favorite day of the week?

Fridays, when times were normal and I was working. All days are equal now. 

can you say the alphabet backwards?

definitely not

how do you like your coffee?

Strong, made in a cafetiere and with a dash of oat milk. If I’m ordering from a coffee shop though; cold brew or mocha

favorite pair of shoes?

I had a really nice Doc Martens collection going, and these beautiful dark purple suede docs were my highlight - but I can’t wear them anymore because of plantar fasciitis and had to get rid of them :’(

the time you normally go to sleep?

At the moment we’re looking between midnight and 4am

the time you normally get up?

Very rarely before 11am. I don’t know how I’ll cope when I get sent back to work and have to get up at 5am fuck.

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

Sunsets. They’re beautiful and peaceful and remind me of home.

how many blankets on your bed?

just the duvet, no blankets.

describe your kitchen plates

Boring plain white and sort of square. 

do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage?

I’m a red wine girl through and through, give me a good Malbec and I’m very happy. I’m definitely getting more in to whisky every day but I’ve yet to find my absolute favourite (maybe Jura Prophecy? it is amazing)

do you play cards?

Sure but only snap ha

what color is your car?

I don’t have one.

can you change a tire?

Nope

favorite job you’ve ever had?

God I’ve had so many jobs and I really disliked the large majority of them. I wasn’t made for the kind of jobs I’ve had to take. The best one I ever had though was the first job I got in my industry that wasn’t call centre work - I wrote letters responding to hotel complaints for a bedbank. It was amazing; I got to write every day, I had the most wonderful supportive supervisor, I didn’t have to physically speak to customers just write to them. I was with that company for several years and got promoted, worked in a bunch of different departments but that job was the one I always wanted to go back to. If it wasn’t London based I’d happily return to it now.

how did you get your biggest scar?

The only scar I still have is from scraping my acrylic stiletto nail in to the skin on my knee by accident. I don’t have any big big ones.

what did you do today that made someone else happy?

Fuck all. I sent a friendly anon which I hope made the person smile, does that count?

idk who to tag since this is quite old but if you see this and wanna do it consider this me tagging you!

#tag game #about me #long post #sorry I'm v boring!