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norrisleclercf1 · 1 month

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Charlos request !!! Basically anything to do with Carlos not renewing with Ferrari

Maybe when the news came out or few moments of it coming up. I imagine Carlos being down about it before but then just being a little shit like the video with Charles where he’ll bring it up and make reader and Charles sad while just giggling himself

A/N: Okay I know you wanted fluff and you're going to get it, but first angst because Charles knowing this was happening before Carlos, *chef's kisses*

The plate slips out of your hands, when the sound of the door slamming vibrates everything in the household. Immediately, Charles is rushing out of his Sims room and looking at you with wide eyes. "Baby, what happened," You go to open your mouth but thundering feet pulls both your attention away from the glass around you.

"Is it true?" Carlos voice travels, you couldn't see him, but from the way that Charles's eyes grew you could only imagine what Carlos looked like now. Coming into view you want to step back, the anger was palpable, thick, and even made your throat tighten. You step back, but wince feeling the small shard of glass digging into the sole of your foot.

"Carlos,-" "Is it, fucking true?" Carlos gets right into Charles's face who doesn't back down, but you see the way his eyes are swimming with regret and heartbreak. "SPEAK! Goddammit you're Ferrari's golden boy, the chosen one, the Il Predestinato." Carlos roars, and your frozen.

You've seen the boys angry, but this was beyond anger, this was the form of wrath you've never seen. "Let's not do this now, Y/n dropped a plate and has glas-" "I don't give a fuck, answer me, goddamit, if you love me, even just a little bit, you'd tell me right now," Carlos's voice breaks off, his chest shaking, and throat bobbing like he's fighting to breath. "Carlos," Charles reaches out, Carlos stumbling back like he's been shot and closes his eyes.

Fists tighten, Charles braces himself, he honestly deserves it. "You knew and didn't tell me. You knew, and here I thought winning Singapore, the only non-Red Bull driver to win, would be enough. Why wasn't it enough?" Carlos chokes out, eyes shining with tears. "Why wasn't I good enough?" Charles doesn't answer, he doesn't know what to say.

"What's happening?" You ask, the boys eyes turn to you seeing your shocked and slightly scared expression. "Lewis is taking my seat next year, Charles knew. Since Canada." Your mouth slowly falls open as you stare at Charles with utter heartbreak. "Charles, what?" He drops his head in shame and looks away.

"I wanted to say something, but I couldn't." "Bullshit, you told Pierre." Charles physically flinches, giving away that he did in fact tell his best friend but not his partner. "You should've told me, and now I might not have a seat. The team now has to put out some bullshit excuse like I knew or something. You know what, 'm packing a packing a bag." Carlos scuffs and you move forward not caring about the glass.

Carlos is halfway up the stairs as you step and trip over yourself. "Carlos, no, ow, please don't." You cry. "Y/n," Charles moves and wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up and on a counter. "How could you Charles, does Ferrari really mean that much to you that you hide this from Carlos, from us?" Charles says nothing as Carlos jogs down the stairs.

"I'll be at Lando's for a while," You try to move but Charles stops you as the door slams closed.

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Carlos and Charles were strained at best, you tried to get Carlos to come home, but he needed time to think things through and if Charles even really cared about Carlos. Sitting in the van on the way to the Bahrain track, you watch as the camera is turned on and they start filming the teammates.

You noticed Carlos was holding a little chili, with not a clue where he got it from he notices the camera blinking and chuckles. "Hey, I got something for you," Charles sighs and looks straight into the camera, "Tell me Carlos," Carlos chuckles and hands out the chili pepper. "I want to give this to you," Charles still looks dead into the camera, a tired expression on his face from the lack of sleep.

"From my fan, to me, for you." Carlos gets this slight smirk, and you watch the two hoping this was a symbolics an olive branch. "So you remember me for the rest of your life." Charles smiles gently and holds the chili pepper to his face. His eyes cut to you a small smile on his face. "A chiliiiiii." "For our post-teammate era." You hear Carlos start to laugh as Charles spins the chili around.

It took him a second to register what Carlos says and turns hurt in his eyes and looks ready to cry and even you move uncomfortably in your chair. "Come on, we're only starting the season." The two of them laugh but you can tell the hurt in both their laughs, "Getting emotional already?" Carlos teases, and you sigh knowing Carlos was teasing him.

What you hated was you couldn't tell if it was for the camera or because he was slowly forgiving Charles.

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rowretro · 2 months

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YANDERE ENHA REACTION:

you ask for cuddles after they had punished you

✧warnings: toxic/yandere themes, somewhat violence

✧synopsis: Yandere Enhypen as your boyfriend. They had punished you for a mistake you had done, perhaps running away or interacting with another boy, and yet there you were asking them for cuddles...

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✧LEE HEESEUNG✧

He just snickerred. It wasn't that long ago when he caught you hiding behind a tree, burying your face in your knees, hoping he didn't find you. It wasn't that long ago when he locked you in the basement, chaining you to the wall, depriving you of comfortable sleep, good food and even water. Yet here you were in front of him asking you for cuddles.

He fucking loved it goddamit. You needed him, you wanted him, and even after all that running away and Ethan Lee's torture, you were still in love with him. "Hee hee pleaseeee" you whined with a pout, fear still evident in your eyes. "Then promise me you'd never pull such a stunt ever again kitten..." Heeseung said as you promised him. The male smirked, satisfied, and carried you to his room as he really did miss having you in his arms when he'd peacefully drift off to his dreamland.

✧PARK JONGSEONG✧

Jay scoffed at you. The audacity to run off like that when he wasn't home. He trusted her for one day. only to find the lock broken and his girl gone. So he punished you. and here you were, 2 days after, the wounds barely healing, asking for cuddles "You think you deserve any?!!! I spoil you with everything and yet you broke my fucking trust. Go sleep and do not touch me." Jay warned, putting a pillow between them.

For at least a week or even a month, Jay would put up this cold facade, seeing you cry and beg, and have meltdowns. He needed you to crave for him, just as equally as he craves you. At least a month passes, and he hugs you tightly, placing soft kisses down your neck, and finally letting you cuddle him "See princess? you need me... so don't ever run off like that okay?"

✧SIM JAEYUN✧

How could you run away y/n? all he ever did despite kidnapping you and killing your boyfriend, was love you dearly and buy you everything you've ever wanted, yet you betrayed him, you hurt him, you fucking ran away. So it was no surprise you were stuck in the basement, with healing cuts and a growling stomach. As soon as Jake let you out, he made you a nice meal to make up for all those days, he helped you shower, and treated your wounds.

Yet he was so cold toward you. "Jakey... c-can we cuddle?" you suddenly asked as you softly tug on his hoodie. The male turned around to look at you. oh the desperation in your eyes, you wanted to be in his arms. It was like everything he suffered for was worth this very moment. "Of course darling, anything for my love" he said with a smile as you hugged him tightly and fuck. he fucking loved it.

✧PARK SUNGHOON✧

Sunghoon was one to get easily jealous, plus him being a yandere, it's surprising he even lets you go out. The man just wanted to take you out on a nice date. You, him and the beautiful scenery. Yet there he saw you smiling and talking with Sunoo, his best friend who happened to be your cousin. He was fucking mad. As soon as you got home you regretted even looking in Sunoo's direction.

You were still bleeding from Sunghoon's punishment, and yet he saw you on the floor, cleaning up the smashed shards of glass that pierced your skin. He picked you up and slipped off your clothes, treating those cuts and slipping on one of his shirts on you. The man silently cleaned up all the smashed fragments, and mopped the floor, not wanting you to get hurt. "Hoon... can we cuddle?" you asked as the man looked at you "Fine..." he trailed off, finishing up the cleaning as he joined the bed with you

✧KIM SUNOO✧

Sunoo wasn't the type to get jealous that easily. Yet when he saw you smile at Haruto, and laughing at his jokes, he was beyond jealous. He was fucking pissed. The whole car ride home was filled with arguments and as soon as you got home, you knew what was going to happen. He yanked your jacket off of you and threw you in the basement, locking the door while you screamed and cried for him to let you out. He fucking hated your attitude.

When he did let you out, all he could do was smirk. You weren't arguing or glaring at him, you weren't biting at him every ten seconds. You was silent. Sunoo dried your hair and brushed it "So pretty... love you most when you aren't being a bitch to me you know love?" Sunoo asked as the girl turned to him. "C-Can we cuddle?" you asked as Sunoo smiled "Of course we can pretty girl, right after I do your hair" He said with a smile, kissing your nose.

✧YANG JUNGWON✧

Jungwon can easily hide how he's feeling when he's around others, which is probably why you failed to notice how jealous he was when you were smiling and laughing with one of his colleagues. But you knew what you were in for when you saw the glare Jungwon sent you. You immediately pulled away from the male and went to Jungwon's side. Since that day, you were chained to your bed, wounds barely healing and you so badly wanted Jungwon.

The male walked in and out every now and then ignoring your cries. "J-Jungwon please can we cuddle?" You finally asked. It was way beyond your punishment time, and he missed you like fucking crazy. so he unchained you, and kissed your forehead "Go shower first, then we can cuddle." he said as the girl nodded.

✧NISHIMURA RIKI✧

Everyone knew how much Riki hated Jisung. So to see you, his own girlfriend, help him had him insanely raging. Fuck what pissed him off more than that and your smiles, was the way the male checked you out. Riki dragged you home, slapping you as soon as he locked the door. Fuck he was so mad, locking you in the basement after piercing his initials into your thighs. He didn't let you stay in there for over a day. He didn't want you to die, he needed you alive, he needed you full stop.

So he let you out, helping you shower and get dressed into his clothes, after treating your wounds. This side of Riki, you loved like crazy. "I should just tattoo my name on you... maybe on your lower back, it's be pretty there, or on your wrist, gotta make it tiny tho-" "Riki can we just cuddle?" You ask as he stared at you. After a while he just kissed you, trailing more kisses down your neck "Stupid y/n... you can't let that mother fucker push you around like that baby" Riki said as he snuggled you, your head buried in his chest.

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slvttyplum · 3 months

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ಇ.ೀ teachers pet | satoru gojo

everyone knew… everyone knew because he would stare at you and make those eyes that would shoot daggers in yours.

everyone knew because he would bend down next to you and whisper in your ear while everyone else uncomfortably watched.

did you care? not one bit. they were just jealous and envious of you because someone like him would like you.

telling you to meet him after class while everyone else sighed and rolled their eyes, making snarky remarks.

you’ll purposely wear short skirts or revealing clothes just to see how he had to hold himself back until the end of class.

his eyes were on no one else but you, and everyone fucking hated it.

"dismissed, i have a meeting," satoru says, wiping off the gigantic white board. your eyes scanning over everyone as they left.

once he was done, he looked straight at you, a smirk on his face as he just stood there with his hands in his pockets.

this always happened. he either dismissed the class early or made up a lie so he could have more time with you.

“you’re lucky this is my last class, professor gojo.” that lighthearted comment made his heart warm but made his blood run cold.

he knew he shouldn’t be getting involved with you; it was dangerous, plus this was a job; don’t mix work with pleasure, goddamit.

satoru’s eyes trailed over the outfit you had on today—just jeans and a baby tee—and the little bit of skin being exposed made him aroused anyway.

this pattern has happened ever since the school year started; he didn’t mean for it to happen, like he sought you out.

his eyes just trailed over to your row one day and saw you—the way you had your head in your palm as you acted disinterested in the topic at hand.

it reminds him of how he was around your age.

trailing his eyes over to you every once in a while turned into calling you after class to “help” you.

then little comments about how you looked and smelled.

“you look nice; the skirt is a little short, no?” that’s when he knew he wanted you in more ways than one.

his little comments would flatter you, but you wouldn’t think too much of it until he started touching you.

putting his hand in your back and rubbing circles, or moving your hair out of your face, or holding your hand.

you weren’t crazy. this wasn’t normal, but your thoughts were proven right when he kissed you.

he couldn’t take his eyes off you, trying to explain what frustrated you in the lesson, but he couldn’t focus. you looked so good.

it was make-or-break.

leaning in and kissing your lips, taking in all of you and the sweet lipgloss you were wearing, it caught you off guard, but you didn’t stop him.

instead, the both of you kept going… and going… and going until you were spread eagle on his desk getting pounded.

his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to cover his moans, you felt so good—better than he imagined.

holding back your moans and the fear of being caught by someone made his dick feel even better.

thoughts flying through his head about getting caught and how the both of you would return to a regular relationship after this...

but you just felt too good for him to keep thinking.

“i’ll give you an “A” for the whole semester just..." his words trailed off as he squinted at you and that naughty expression you were making.

your hand trailing down your body to your clit, slowly rubbing it, your walls clenching on his dick as pleasure pulsed through you.

satoru’s body is tensing and his dick is pulsing as he lets out a small moan.

“…just keep seeing me," he says shortly after he releases, sliding his dick on top of your cunt releasing.

a sly smirk on your face as you watch him try to calm down, his face all red and his hands shaking a little.

after that, you did just that; you kept seeing him in secret, not telling a soul, but you weren’t doing it for the grade, but because you felt something.

something new, and you were sure he did too.

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nkogneatho · 6 months

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pasi do you think iwaizumi had a slut era when he was at college in california >.> 🎤

—cw: fem!reader, slight cockwarming, nicknames, both reader and iwa are kinda dominating.

absolutely!!! he was a hot shot in high school, but with all the burning teen passion in him, he never really put that much emphasis and importance on romance.

but as soon as iwa went to a new country, something in him shifted. yeah, he was still very career oriented but the foreign air had gotten to him. no one can deny he looks hot. And those biceps???!! helloo?!! all the girls at his university were obsessed with him. he didn't show it at first but he liked the attention. the rude and tough personality was now easing in into a more flirtatious and smug one.

it boosted his ego. especially when he found there was an ongoing rumor about the size of his cock among all the girls in the university. he'd become such a slut, fucking girls left and right. one of his moves were to ask the girl if they woukd tutor him (knowing damn well he has the textbooks inked in his brain), and then lure them in with his sweet words. then fuck them. there were times (a lot of times), his roommate walked in on him with every new chick.

but it got on his nerves that out of all the girls in the uni, why were you not interested in him. he had tried to hit on you a few times but all you did was ignore or replied with sarcasm. it's not that you didn't find him hot. he was packed. you just didn't want to fuel his ego and become a nobody the next day. you wanted to leave an imprint on his mind.

so now when he had you on top of him, he was salivating. his big torso casting a shadow in the nightlight on the bed.

"c'mon. I didn't ask you to shut up. tell me the answer, hajime," you cooed.

"demand analysis is—fuck!" his speech struggled as you clenched your pussy around his dick. "just move goddamit."

"answer me first. or have you become too much if a slut that your brain cannot remember anything else?" your tone taunting. he tried to furrow his brows in fury at being called slut but the way his cock twitched inside you, you knew he liked that remark.

"fuck this shit." he threw the textbook off your hand to the other side of the bed and grabbed you by your hips. you moaned when he picked you yp before slamming you down on him.

"anh! this—this isn't fair. you didn't answer," you closed your eyes, still complaining.

"shut up, princess or i won't let you come." His hips had started catching up to a desired pace.

"fuckfuck!ugh! what—oh what about the test?"

"i know everything. i called you over to fuck this pretty pussy." you knew it was going to happen. you came with the same intention. you don't wear a matching set on any normal day. you threw him further on the bed, his back hitting the plain. your hands placed each on the either side if his pelvis bone.

"i knew you were a slut, iwaizumi hajime," you angled yourself in such a way that your clit would rub against his skin as his dick is busy plunging deep inside you. "good thing i know how to use a slut."

#iwaizumi smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x fem!reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #soulmoots.°•♡#fawn♡

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witchthewriter · 15 days

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Hey! I'm sorry to bother ya, but I saw that Requests were open, and I wanted to know, how would Simon react if they had a S/O with epilepsy, and he caught them having a seizure? You don't have to answer if you don't wanna, I thought I'd just ask! Have a nice day/night/evening, and don' forget to drink water and take breaks, breathe! Love ya, Hun!

tw: mentions of violence, blood, stabbing, angst, seizure, epilepsy and describing of seizures.

Simon had known panic. He had seen it in men's eyes as he thrust a knife through their ribs, knowing their death would come after.

Simon had known panic. He'd seen it in his fellow soldiers, even his fellow Task Force comrades. The way Soap's knee would bounce hearing the next mission. Or when Gaz's nose would flare for a moment before jumping from the plane.

But Simon had never known panic like this.

In the home you shared, with the couch you chose and the pillows you both 'fought' over, he found you.

Your body was uncontrollable, the way your face looked nearly made him drop to his knees. Bile rose in his throat. This was what filled his nightmares. He hadn't known how long you were like this; ten, twenty, thirty minutes? He had only run to the store. But in this moment he couldn't think straught.

It was like his soul left his body. Looking down on him from above, watching himself drop the grocery bags and rush over to you.

Simon checked your mouth: there wasn't anything in there. His soul, now following him, watched himself do everything he had learned in training.

"Come on love," he growled. Beads of sweat starting to drip down his face. Eyes focused so hard they started to blur.

"Please," he had gone through all the steps and now was holding your hand. Pleading both internally; to any gods that would hear him, to the universe, to your giardian angel.

And to you, yourself. To be strong. Because you were his, and he was yours and he could not go on without you.

"I love you goddamit," he grumbled, pressing her hand against his cheek.

Like a siren's song, Simon's soul slammed into his body as soon as you came to.

"Wha-" you started to get up but was held gently down.

Without a moments notice, Simon knew you needed to be calmed, to know where you are and who you were with. Cooing and soothing you, Simon moved the hair from your face and explained what happened.

When your eyes fully opened, you smiled up at him; you head in his lap, "Hey there, handsome," you said weakly.

Simon guffawed.

"You scared me to death! I thought, I though- fuck!" The tears starting to stream down his face faster now, happy and relieved. Safe. Safe. Safe. You were safe.

"Well I apologise," you said faintly. A small smile on your lips. a hand slowly coming up to cup his face.

"I love you too Simon."

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couragemydearheart · 3 months

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𖦹⋆ ༘ ☼ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

# 01 — steve rogers x fem!reader # 02 — cw: none, only cute tooth-rotting fluff! set after ca:tws, established relationship # 03 — wc: 1.09k # 04 — a/n: *sing-songy voice* i’m backkk *normal voice* so i know i’ve been pretty much mia for the past few months but i think i’m back for good now. which also means, i'm going to be writing and posting whenever i can, so requests are open again, feel free to send them in!

as for this one-shot (which was originally supposed to be a drabble), i chose stevie to break me back into posting because i love him and he’s steve and i just love fluffy and adorable steve so much. this idea just flowed in as i wrote and i sort of love how it turned out, so i really hope you enjoy! feedback of any sort is always appreciated ♡

steve didn’t usually sleep in. never really had the habit of doing so, and his job with s.h.i.e.l.d. never really allowed him the opportunity either. but it had somehow started happening since he started spending the nights with you. maybe it was the fact that he had finally gotten a free day on the weekend or that he was simply too tired from his last mission. nevertheless, mornings with steve were pretty much one of your favourite ways to begin your days.

so it was pretty weird when you woke up and found steve in bed at 9 a.m., curled up into you and still asleep. the sun streamed in from the window behind him, covering him in sunshine and god, was he beautiful. your breath hitched at the sight of his peaceful expression— no furrows between his eyebrows and no frown twisting his lips— and made the decision to let him sleep in for as long as he wanted and whenever he wanted. you were rather well acquainted with steve’s bad habit for not stopping until he’d run himself completely ragged. sometimes not even then. he could use all the sleep he got.

but you just couldn’t resist pressing your hand to his cheek, thumb gently— just barely caressing the dark bags under his eye. steve hummed lowly but did not seem to stir from his sleep and, pulling your hand away before he could wake, you moved to gently untangle yourself from him.

breakfasts with steve were also an uncommon occurrence with the unpredictability of his job, but the both of you cherished and made the most of every time you got to do things together. even the mundane ones like this.

but just as you began to move, a strong hand tightened around your waist, pulling you back into a firm chest. “where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

goddamit.

your heart lurched at the sound of his voice— deep and rich, rough and tired from his sleep. you couldn’t stop a smile pulling at your lips as you turned back around to face him. “good morning stevie,” you hummed quietly, hand raising to press against his cheek.

steve tightened his arm around your waist until you were pressed up entirely into him, and then pressed his face into the crook of your neck. “good morning my love,” he mumbled, “care to tell me why you were abandoning me in bed like this?”

you huffed a laugh. it wasn’t a long shot to say steve got a bit dramatic sometimes, usually when it was just the two of you and especially when he was fishing for some love. “hush, you big baby. i just wanted to go get breakfast started.”

“breakfast can wait, i wanna stay in bed with you for a bit longer.” he moved his face and brushed his nose against yours, before pecking your lips softly. “please y/n/n?”

the world could’ve been coming to an end, and with the way steve was looking at you— golden hair mussed from sleep, the prettiest blue eyes still sleepy but soft as they gazed upon you, and his lips pulled into a tiny pout— there was no way in hell you would’ve refused him.

“alright darling, we can stay in for as long as you want.”

his hand squeezed your hips in thanks before he pressed his face into her hair. he inhaled, his strong chest rising and falling under her hands, and then he spoke, “i hate that we don't get more of such mornings. i can’t get enough of you like this. when there’s no hurry for me to rush somewhere, when it’s just the two of us.”

you sighed quietly. you knew how much steve hated not being able to spend enough time with you because of his job. he always beat himself up over missed dates, movie nights and the time lost, despite you knowing steve couldn’t help it and never giving him any grief over it. besides, you knew steve would never be able to rest without having done his best to help in any situation. that was one of the traits that simply made him so special. something that made him him. plus, he never missed any chance to make up for it, and damn did he do a good job at it.

“i know, my love.” you moved so you could look him in the eyes, rubbing his hands over his shoulders and biceps. “someday, we will get all the time we want for ourselves. but until then, i don’t mind sharing you with the world a bit longer.”

he smiled softly. “i love you, y'know that?”

you hummed your reply and pressed closer before putting your lips to his in a soft kiss. steve made a soft sound in his chest that had your heart lurching in your chest. his hand skimmed up and down your back, fingers spreading wide over the fabric of the t-shirt you’d stolen from him, before they finally settled on your waist again. his fingers scrunched your t-shirt, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew heated; another sound leaving him, this one louder, as your fingers found his hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp. the sound jolted you out of the trance steve’s touch never failed to put you in. you gasped as you pulled your lips from his and ignoring steve’s unhappy whine, you settled back into the mattress after putting some distance between your faces.

“is this why you’ve been trying to keep me in your bed, captain?” you murmured, swiping your thumb on steve’s lower lip as you looked up at him coyly. if staying in bed is what he wanted, you could at least tease him a bit first.

he groaned quietly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly after eyeing the smirk pulling at your lips. what was he doing playing a game he knew he’d never win?

“i was only hopin’ for some snuggles from my best girl,” he murmured, tucking some hair out of your eyes. “but you know i’d be the last person to say no to more, sweetheart.”

“mhm, i see that with your eagerness.” you laughed finally, leaning up to press kisses across his cheeks. hearing a big, burly man like steve ask for snuggles was just enough to crack your resolve. "you can have your snuggles, stevie."

steve chuckled as he pulled you closer and on top of him, and the sound filled your heart with so much love you could feel it vibrating throughout your entire body.

yeah, mornings with steve were definitely your favourite way to start your days.

taglist @demigoddess-of-ghosts (you filled out my taglist form for steve like months ago, so i have no idea if you still wanna be tagged, but i hope this is fine bae <3)

feel free to comment if anyone else would like to be added!

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bloody-bee-tea · 4 months

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We have to match

This fic was entirely inspired by by this amazing art by @jjks-dodo

The first time it happens, Suguru doesn't know what to do with the present Satoru shoves into his hands.

“It’s not my birthday,” is the first thing out of his mouth, because it’s the first of December, so it’s actually closer to Satoru’s birthday than his own.

“I know that,” Satoru gives back, bouncing on the balls of his feet as if he’s vibrating out of his skin with excitement.

It’s kind of his default state whenever he does something, though, so it doesn’t really clue Suguru in on what’s going on here.

“What is this, then?” Suguru asks, lifting the present slightly. It’s wrapped, though haphazardly so, and Suguru knows that Satoru must have done it himself.

“If you’d unpack it, you’d know,” he snaps out, slightly on edge so this must be important to him.

Still, Suguru can’t help but to want to know more before he unwraps it.

“I’d like to know the occasion first, if you don’t mind.”

He’s wrecking his brain, trying to figure out if he missed some important date, some anniversary he wasn’t aware of–he wouldn’t put it past Satoru to remember the first time they shared a popsicle or something and then make a big deal out of it–but nothing comes to mind.

“It’s Christmas,” Satoru informs him, and it only serves to make Suguru frown harder.

“It’s really not,” he gives back, because it’s December 1st. Christmas is still far away, and it’s not even as if Suguru celebrates it anyway.

He didn’t think Satoru would, either, what with his family and all but clearly he’d been wrong about that.

“But it’s the Advent Season,” Satoru almost whines out, clearly bothered by the fact that Suguru didn’t open his present yet. “Will you just open it already, goddamit.”

Suguru hesitates for a moment longer, mostly just to annoy the hell out of Satoru, but he sees how the bouncing slows down, sees how Satoru worries the hem of his sleeves with his fingers and Suguru just knows that this is important to him, no matter what is in the present.

It’s important enough to Satoru to make him nervous about this and Suguru doesn’t have it in him to let him wait longer.

“Fine, fine, relax, would you,” he mutters, even as he rips the paper wrapping apart and he momentarily goes still when he finds a sweater.

A Christmas sweater to be precise.

It’s red and green with little reindeers all over and it’s kind of hideous if Suguru were to be honest, but he can’t be. Not when Satoru looks at him with so much expectation written on his face.

“Thanks?” Suguru finally manages to say, still unsure what he’s supposed to do with this, when Satoru suddenly whips out a matching sweater.

“The time leading up to Christmas is the best time and we’ll have to match, so I got you that one to match mine,” he excitedly says, clearly reassured by the fact that Suguru didn’t immediately throw the sweater in his face.

“We have to match,” Suguru repeats slowly, and the corners of his mouth twitch when Satoru nods vigorously, making his hair flop around.

When a strand gets stuck in Satoru’s eyelashes, Suguru reaches out without thought to push it away. He briefly feels panic lick up his throat when Satoru goes still under his fingers, but Suguru pretends as if nothing happens and takes his hand back as if it didn’t mean anything.

“You sure you got my size right?” he asks to break the weird tension between them and it’s enough to jolt Satoru back into action, though he can’t quite hide the faint blush on his face.

“A size bigger than me, because of your stupidly huge shoulders,” he huffs out and Suguru laughs.

“I keep telling you, if you’d actually train like at least once a weak you wouldn’t be all noodle-limbed.”

“I’m not noodle-limbed!” Satoru huffs and puffs with outrage and Suguru laughs even louder.

They both know it’s not true anyway; Satoru is good enough at hand-to-hand combat to best just about everyone they know, except, of course, Suguru.

“If you and your stupidly jacked arms rip this sweater apart, I’m not getting you a new one,” Satoru hisses at him when Suguru takes of the shirt he’s currently wearing to try the sweater on.

It’s a nice thought, not having to wear this hideous thing, but Suguru just knows that for all his faked outrage Satoru would be devastated and Suguru couldn’t stand it. So he slips into the sweater and lets out a relieved little sigh when it actually fits him.

He only feels slightly stupid when he turns around and he gives a pointed look at Satoru’s own shirt.

“Where’s yours then,” he wants to know and Satoru lights up like a Christmas tree.

“I have it right here, wait,” he rushes out, magicking out a second sweater from god-knows-where and he slips it on without hesitation. “Now we match,” he laughs out, bright and happy and for that alone Suguru would wear much worse things than a stupid, cute, matching Christmas sweater.

~*~*~

The second time it happens, Suguru is kind of expecting it. He knows Satoru too well to think he’d let something like this go, would only do it for one year and so when Satoru hands him a slightly better wrapped present, he accepts it without complaint.

“Cutting it a little bit close, huh?” he asks, because it’s already late in the night of the first of December and it’s not like Satoru to miss out on even a day of this.

Last year he made Suguru wear the sweater almost constantly, only allowing him to take it off to get it washed and for missions and so for him to almost miss an entire day is uncharacteristic.

“Yeah, well–” Satoru trails off, clutching his jacket more tightly around himself and Suguru narrows his eyes at him.

“What did you do?” he wants to know because it’s clear as day that Satoru is up to something.

“Nothing,” Satoru easily gives back, too fast and too smooth and Suguru’s fingers still on the paper.

“I don’t think I want this anymore,” he says, shoving the parcel into Satoru’s chest who shoves it right back.

“You have to, though Suguru, we have to match, remember?”

“I’m not so sure I want to match with you anymore,” Suguru lies straight through his teeth and a painful stab of regret is all he gets for his trouble when hurt briefly flashes over Satoru’s face.

“But–it’s tradition, right?” Satoru asks and Suguru shakes his head.

“One year doesn’t make a tradition, Satoru,” he tells him, though he does get back to unwrapping the sweater.

This one is thankfully only red as far as Suguru can see so far, and so that already makes it better than the last one, at least in Suguru’s opinion.

That thought only holds for as long as he needs to fully unfold the sweater though, because of course it wouldn’t be that easy, not when it comes to Satoru.

The words ‘I’m the naughty one’ are stitched into the front in white and Suguru lowers it just enough to be able to glare at Satoru.

“What the hell is this?” he demands to know only for Satoru to grin brightly at him as he takes off his jacket, revealing a matching red sweater underneath it.

Except his says ‘I’m the nice one’.

“Absolutely not,” Suguru whispers under his breath, even as Satoru laughs right in his face in his glee but he gets the wind knocked out of him when Suguru throws his own sweater in Satoru’s face and then uses that moment of distraction to tackle him to the bed.

“Absolutely not!” Suguru repeats louder this time and starts to wrestle Satoru out of the sweater.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing, Suguru,” Satoru shrieks out, laughing so hard he can barely breathe when Suguru tries to distract him by tickling him but even like this it takes him a long time to finally, finally get Satoru out of the sweater.

“If one of us is the naughty one, it’s you,” Suguru pants out, sitting across Satoru’s legs and looking down at him, his hair falling around his face, bun having come undone somewhere in their tousle.

“But everyone expects that,” Satoru pouts at him, still breathing hard from screaming and laughing and his face is flushed red.

He’s absolutely beautiful.

“And besides, don’t act as if you don’t encourage me at every turn,” he adds and it’s not as if Suguru can even deny that.

Enabling Satoru is a bit of a bad habit of his but not everyone needs to know that.

“Do not,” he says, just to be contrary, and pulls the ‘I’m the nice one’ sweater over his head, so that there’s no chance of Satoru taking it back.

He stills when it settles around him.

“That’s my size,” he says, fixing Satoru with his eyes and Satoru blinks up at him.

“We have the same size?” he tries, even though they both know that’s bullshit and Suguru proves it to him by reaching for the naughty sweater and checking the size there.

“This one is one size smaller, though,” Suguru says and shoves the sweater almost into Satoru’s face.

“My mistake,” Satoru says, still not able to admit that he did this on purpose it seems and there’s only one possible punishment for that.

Suguru flops down on top of him.

“Uff, you oaf, don’t you know you’re heavy as fuck?” Satoru breathes out but his attempts at pushing Suguru off are half-hearted at best.

“I’m also tired as hell,” Suguru easily gives back and dares to nuzzle his face into the crook of Satoru’s neck. “I think I might sleep right here.”

“Hey, hey, Suguru!” Satoru squeaks out, though of course he’d never admit to that and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

Satoru is warm under him and kind of poky with his sharp edges but it’s the single most comfortable position Suguru has been in, simply because it’s Satoru, and soon enough he really gets sleepy.

“‘m gonna sleep now,” he whispers out and the last thing he knows is how Satoru scratches at his scalp as he breathes out a soft “Okay”.

~*~*~

Suguru is already holding his hands out when Satoru steps into the room.

“Let’s see what horrible thing you brought this time,” he says, making grabby hands at Satoru, who seems to have frozen right in the doorway.

“Uhm,” Satoru says, looking down at the present in his hands before he looks back up at Suguru.

He’s more nervous than he was even the first time he did this and it instantly puts Suguru on edge.

“Is it that hideous?” he wants to know, simply snatching the present out of Satoru’s hand, who tries to get it back but ultimately fails because he still can’t best Suguru when it comes to anything even resembling close combat.

“I just–” Satoru cuts himself off, clearly unsure of himself and Suguru fights the urge to soothe his nerves.

He fails miserably, because he always does when it comes to Satoru.

“You want me to give it back?” he asks, offering the present to Satoru, who doesn’t reach out for it. “If you don’t want to, we can skip this year,” Suguru goes on, even though it’s clear that some part of Satoru at least must want because he did get the sweater after all.

“No, it’s just–you might hate it.”

Satoru hasn’t been that unsure since the very first week of them knowing each other and Suguru hates it with a passion.

“Why would I?” he carefully asks but Satoru only shrugs. “Can I unwrap it?”

“Sure. Just remember that it doesn’t–you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

Of course I want to sits at the tip of his tongue, but Suguru bites it back. It’s not going to help if he reassures Satoru with meaningless words right now, so instead of saying that he busies himself with unwrapping this year's sweater.

This one is green for a change but by now Suguru knows to wait until he sees the front before he forms his decision on this, so he quickly unfolds it, holding it out in front of him.

In stark white it says ‘Family Christmas’ on the front and Suguru is glad that the sweater is hiding his face for the moment because to think that Satoru was nervous about this hurts him acutely.

“You hate it,” Satoru grumbles when Suguru takes a moment too long to say something. “I knew you’d hate it, that was such a dumb idea,” he goes on, his voice barely above a whisper and Suguru lowers the sweater so fast, Satoru flinches.

“Of course you’re my family, you idiot,” Suguru breathes out, instantly honing in on what made Satoru so nervous because he knows him after all. “It’s a great sweater.”

“It–is?” Satoru wants to know, clearly still not convinced and Suguru doesn’t hesitate to slide it over his shirt.

“Of course it is,” he vehemently says, because it is.

Satoru doesn’t quite seem convinced though, so Suguru pulls him into a hug.

“You are my family, idiot,” he says, more fondly than maybe necessary, but Satoru doesn’t call him out on it and instead slings his arms around him.

“You sure?”

“I’ve been wearing stupid matching Christmas sweaters with you for the past two years, you really think I would do that for just anybody?”

Satoru doesn’t need to know that that really has nothing to do with being family and all with Suguru being stupidly in love with him. At least not yet.

Though a plan is slowly starting to take form in Suguru’s mind.

“I should hope not, actually,” Satoru gives back and Suguru rests his head on top of Satoru’s.

He doesn’t move away, and he doesn’t protest about the hug as much as he normally does–however feigned his protest usually is–and so Suguru knows that this really means a lot to him.

It means a lot to him, too, and so he’s more than content to stay right where he is.

~*~*~

Suguru barges into Satoru’s room at the tail end of the last day of November.

“I’ve got a present for you!” he calls out, throwing the wrapped gift right into Satoru’s face when he’s not quick enough to sit up and catch it.

Nerves are licking up Suguru’s spine but like this he can’t talk himself out of it. Not again. He talked himself out of it so often during the last year–years, really–and he thinks it’s time that one of them man’s up. He thinks he knows what Satoru’s answer is going to be, has seen it in the lingering stares, has felt it in the prolonged touches but there’s still that small chance that it’s all just because Satoru sees him as family.

As just family, and nothing more.

“What’s this?” Satoru wants to know, turning the present in his hands and Suguru rolls his eyes at him.

“If you’d open it, you’d know,” he shoots back, not sitting down next to Satoru because he needs to be able to read Suguru’s own sweater once he unpacked his.

It doesn’t help with the nerves, when Satoru has to look up at him like that, though.

“Is this–a sweater?” Satoru asks, squeezing the package in his hands. “Did you get me a Christmas sweater?” He almost sounds accusing and Suguru raises an eyebrow at him.

“What? You can do it, but I can’t?”

“But I have ours picked out already!”

“Yeah, well, shucks. It’s my turn, this year,” Suguru decides and he closes Satoru’s mouth when it drops open.

“Wow, didn’t know you could be so rude,” he mutters, Suguru’s hand still under his chin and Suguru gives him his best grin.

“I learned from the best. Now, if you would?”

“Now, if you would,” Satoru repeats mockingly under his breath, but he does rip into the paper, quickly unveiling the sweater.

At first glance it’s simply red, but of course there’s something written on the front and Suguru’s heart beats in his chest.

“I have everything I want for Christmas,” Satoru reads out loud and Suguru can see the frown on his face. “That’s not even funny, Suguru,” he then whines out, turning his gaze back to Suguru, who feels as if he could die on the spot.

His mouth his dry, his heart is beating so fast he’s afraid it might jump right out of his chest and the butterflies in his stomach make him a little bit sick.

“It’s not supposed to be funny,” he still somehow gets out as he opens his jacket and shows Satoru the matching sweater he’s wearing.

It’s green and the words “It’s me, I’m everything” are written on the front.

Suguru watches how Satoru’s eyes go wide as he slowly takes in the words and he knows it’s all going to be fine when Satoru blushes a furious red.

“What does that mean? Suguru, what does that mean?” he demands to know, almost shouting out the words in his urgency and Suguru smiles at him.

“Take an educated guess,” he replies, though he doesn’t torture Satoru–or himself–any longer.

He bends down, briefly pressing his lips to Satoru’s to make it abundantly clear just what this all means and he knows Satoru finally goes with the program when his hands fly up to tangle in Suguru’s sweater, keeping him right where he is, keeping him close.

“Does that mean I don’t get any other Christmas presents this year?” Satoru pouts out, though Suguru can see how his eyes shine with happiness.

He leans in to taste that smile once more.

“Maybe if you’re being good, I have one or two for you,” he breathes out, and this time it’s Satoru who leans in for a kiss.

“But everyone knows I’m the naughty one,” Satoru mutters against his lips and Suguru laughs.

Satoru steals the sound right from his lips.

“Maybe I’ll part with that sweater just this once,” Suguru muses but Satoru shakes his head.

“Not a chance in hell, we’re never going to take these ones off. I love you.”

Trust Satoru to still be the first one to say it, Suguru fondly thinks as he’s almost drowning in his love.

“I love you,” he quickly gives back, peppering Satoru’s face with kisses until he’s laughing with happiness.

“I want everyone to know,” Satoru eventually says, once they are cuddled close on the bed and Suguru snorts out a laugh.

“Kind of inevitable if you don’t want to take that sweater off ever again,” he gives back and Satoru beams at him.

“Best way to tell everyone. Best way to tell me, actually, “he adds after a moment and Suguru simply has to kiss him again.

“Thought you might like it,” Suguru nods, pulling Satoru closer. “Glad you like it.”

“Love it,” Satoru immediately corrects him. “Just like I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Suguru mutters, getting sleepy now that all the adrenaline is out of his system and he’s warm and cozy in bed, with the love of his life safely in his arms.

He nuzzles his face against Satoru’s shoulder and breathes one more kiss on his skin before sleep slowly drags him under.

The last thing he hears his a muttered “You think there are sweaters for proposing?” and Suguru falls asleep with a smile on his face.

He really wouldn’t mind a sweater like that.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #stsg #getting together #love confessions #first kiss #fluff #humor #christmas sweater #cuddling and snuggling

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kittyamore0 · 1 year

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Ethan Landry x Dewey and Gales kid reader??

A/N: Dewey and Gale! Dewey and Gale! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

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✧ - FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, Ghostface, Ethan Landry

✧ - TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @h34rtsformilli ✧ - PAIRING: Ethan Landry x GN! Reader

✧ - RATING: SFW

✧ - WRITING STYLE: One-shot

✧ - POV: 2nd person

✧ - REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, copy, modify, OR steal my ideas! ✧ - CW: Mentions of killing, knife usage, deaths, guns, setting people on fire, deaths, wounds, slitting throats

At first, Ethan hated you, and you hated him. You were related to Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley. The same very people who tried to stop Richie and Amber from their genus plans, and managed to do so.

Dewey tried to help, and he died. Deserved, is what Ethan would like to think, but Gale, Gale was much harder to shake. A fighter, per-say. She was the one to hold Amber at gunpoint and set her on fire.

Sam Crap-enter, and Tara Carpenter. Oh, how much he hated Sam for slitting Richie's throat. Tara? She wasn't as bad, but still bad.

You? Hated you for your parents, but was all...he couldn't find any other reasons to hate you. You were just...perfect? Kind, funny, smart. All of the above. It infuriated him. God, he couldn't stand to see your perfect face, the same face that made his heart jump up and down, cheeks flushed an words caught in his throat.

Why did you hate him? Well...you happened to catch him talking to Quinn, about Richie being their brother. The same Richie that attacked your friends, parents, and you. Although, you didn't stay long enough to hear them talk about some...Ghostface matters.

But just like Ethan, you grown warm, nice, but overwhelming feelings for you. The shy, dorky, fun, funny, kind, nerd. You two always hung out, despite hating each other. It went from distant, to practically sharing food with the same forks!

The more closer and comfortable you two got, the more you both realized what the feelings you held for each other were. Now, it did infact make it more difficult to not give out any weird signs to each other.

Quinn hated the way her brother swooned for you. You were their next victim, not Ethans next lover. She'd always slap the back of Ethans head when he day dreamed about you. "Ow! goddamit...the hell is your problem Quinn?" Quinn sighed. "Stop thinking about your love duck and focus on the plan!" Ethan rolled his eyes.

You were the first to confess. You were drunk at the Halloween party and Ethan? Somewhat sober.

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"Etahn, I've be been look for you!" You giggled, as your body collided with Ethans. "Woah, you okay?" You nodded and nuzzled in his chest. "Now that you're here..." His cheeks flushed bright pink. "How much had you have to drink?" You shrugged. "3...no, wait...5...?" Ethan 'ohh-ed' before gently pulling you closer.

"You're drunk..." He whispered. "Wait...who are you again?" His smile dropped. "Im Eth " You chuckled and grabbed his shirt. "You look just like Ethan!" His eyebrows furrowed, but he smiled, deciding to play your little game. "Really?" You nodded quickly. "Mhm, yea!"

You hugged him. "Hes really cute, and handsome. Hes so nice to me. I like him a lot. I want him to be my boyfriend!" Ethans eyes widened and he stared at you in shock. "What...? "

You put your index finger on Ethans lips. "But shhh! Dont tell him. I dont know if he likes me back..." You murmured sadly. He gently smiled. "Tell you what, Im a friend of Ethans...and and he tells me how much he likes you. How pretty/handsome you are, funny, kind..." You blushed and averted your eyes away from his.

"Guess what?" You looked back at him. "What?" You spoke quietly. "Im the Ethan you're talking about..." A smirk played his lips. "What? No way!" You softly hit his chest. "Yes way!" You replayed in your mind about what he said. "Does...does that mean you like me too?" He nodded. "Want you to be my lover..." He sighed into you and placed his chin on your head.

"Will you...?" His eyes shined in the blue lights. "Yes." You closed the gape between you two.

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Watching Cats (2019) DvD Commentary

Thoughts as I watch:

Tom is literally basing this entire movie on the one time he saw Cats in 1981 when he was 8 years old

He called the movie a coming of age film about Victoria meeting characters that effect her and that Tugger represents the sin of lust (yes I am laughing)

He said abandoned three times in a row to describe Grizabella

Tom made up the thing about Grizabella used to be with Macavity happened because he wanted to cut out the idea that she was a prostitute

Has Bustopher eat trash because he thought that's what cats would be more interested in

The pause in Bustopher Jones when he says to gather the cats is a meta joke about the cats actually being people

The food was CGI

"Sees the implication of his unchecked appetites" in reference to Victoria and Bustopher Jones

Hooper brought his niece and nephew to set to play on the Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer set

He keeps insisting that there is a learning and growing arc for Victoria, but I have no idea what he's talking about

He has barely talked about the characters as actual characters and mostly just talks about how great it is to work with famous celebrity number five or how they're symbolical. I think he's making things up at this point

He added the love story because he thought Misto trying to figure out how to be a magician was a good parallel with Victoria's story of finding herself

Originally the first barge scene was longer with a lot of improv from James and Rebel as Growltiger went on

"Robbie Fairchild is brilliant" that is the only thing Tom said that makes sense

This man really said "women can be the god of cats in 2019"

Judie and Ian were the ones to decide that Gus and Old D had a thing...well at least they followed the pattern of cats actors making weird decisions for their characters

I've come to the conclusion that Tom chose his cast based on which famous actors he's always wanted to work with

Tom has no idea how to describe choreography...just like how he has no idea how to film it

Giving Victoria a solo to sing was ALW's idea

He thinks the call and response of Beautiful Ghosts and Memory is brilliant and doesn't understand how he fucked that up

They almost cut "Moments of Hapiness"

He keeps talking about how great this film is for women, but where is Demeter sir!

He didn't know that it's Jellylorum that sings Gus' song and because Ian couldn't tell what the relationship between the two was he cut out her singing it for him

He talks about the advantage of mixing the CGI with the practical clothing, and I'm like, you know what would be even better? No CGI!

I don't know who's playing Bomba, but she was the first person to be cast in Cats

He said that he thinks Macavity works better as a solo and it didn't need to be a duet...I have never felt more like murder in my whole life

Taylor Swifts dad gave him the idea for the catnip

He likes the idea of Macavity being evil yet still plays by the rules...why?

He's talking about the changes from the musical to Mr Mistoffelees, and boy is he not bringing up that Tugger is the one that sings the number

Talks about community like there was any in this movie

This man has no idea who Jemima/Sillabub is, does he?

He finally mentioned Mette Towley as Cassandra at least. Recognize that she's the best character in this film goddamit!

Apparently Munkustrap was supposed to be learning about leading this whole film...wat

Apparently he watched the 98 film several times while writing the script...and yet this movie is straight

I'm not watching the commentary for the end credits. Fuck I hate this man

#cats musical #cats 2019 #tom hooper #i will keep my gag of not knowing who that is going even on my tumblr #cats the musical #cats movie

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eeriefeelingsat3amuwu · 8 months

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In my Kagehina feels, so y’all are getting my headcanons

-they got together in their first year after Kageyama’s second crowning

-this happened in the most Kagehina way possible, where they were walking home together and Kageyama just says ‘I think I want to date you, dumbass’

-Hinata says ‘think I wanna date you too, asshole’ and that’s it, they’re dating now

-sure, the conversation following the confession is a bit more emotionaly charged and Kageyama thanks Hinata for the support, but there’s no more mention to the nature of their relationship

-they continue on in their relationship up to their third year

-no one notices

-this is because nothing changed. Sure, they are physicaly close, but they basicaly fell asleep on each others’ shoulders before this, it’s not like them holding hands is weird

-they don’t really enjoy kissing, because it’s just weird to do so

-until they find out about the horizontal tango in their third year

-this kinda expands their horizons, but they still dislike kissing in public without any followup, because they’re very competetive in everything, including bedroom activities

-Yamaguchi, Yachi and Tsukishima kinda think something is going on, but they’re never sure and it’s driving them insane

-anyone can ask ‘Hinata, is Kageyama your partner?’ And the answer will be ‘yes’ but the answer has been yes for three years now goddamit and surely the two of them couldn’t have been together for THAT long, right????

-their touches border platonic and romantic, but they never really cared about the distinctions, so who even KNOWS

-they spend a shitton of time together, but that’s NORMAL, stil

-chaos in the gc. Their senpais get in on this and it’s a whole bet going on

-Brazil time. Why should they ‘take a break’? Nah, they’re fine, long distance is no problem for either of them as long as they get to talk to each other weekly

-Oh sure, they miss the physical aspects of their relationship, but the way they feel about each other hasn’t changed at all and they both know Hinata is doing this for the both of them

-that being said, when Hinata gets back from Brazil, Kageyama is the one to go pick him up and then doesn’t show up at practice for two days straight because they keep each other ‘occupied’

-they both also cry when they meet at the airport. The only lucky thing is that this was at two in the morning on a Tuesday and Hinata was nowhere near as popular as after his MSBY debut, otherwise Kageyama would’ve probably been followed by at least three journalists and their ‘Welcome home’ kiss would’ve ended up plastered on every single sports magazíne cover the next morning

-as soon as they settle into their new routine, the ‘when will they get together/are they together yet’ game starts on a bigger scale, now including their V-League teammates

-Kageyama comes to practice bruised up? The bruises look natural and could be from a number of other activities he regularly does

-Hinata has scratches on his arms? It’s a well known fact that he’s very fond of cats and has been seen petting a stray one just the day before

-both of them drop out of practice on the same day and are seen together? Turns out Hinata’s sister came to visit and she just LOVES Tobio, really, how could you deny the Hinata smile™️ anything?

-they call each other by their first names? Oh, they’ve known each other for AGES

-they share an apartment sometimes? Tokyo is EXPENSIVE and Tobio lives so close to the Adlers gym, why waste an opportunity to play volleyball together?

-funny thing is that they’re not even the ones comming up with the excuses, it’s just the two sides of the bet arguing over the possibility of their win

-and along comes Japan national team

-they win their first gold together

-and kiss on the olympic court

-afterwards, both of them look so giddy and shocked that EVERYONE assumes they must’ve just gotten together. And really, that has always been the more popular assumption, because the two of them can be DENSE

-read a really funny fic where Kageyama was doing a press conference and he was asked who his favourite spiker he ever played with was and instead of saying someone from his current team, he just said Hinata (they do this constantly)

-so it’s not that big of a surprise. Money is payed out to the assumed winners, there’s a general sense of great ease and everyone congratulates the two of them

-they seem confused about the congratulations, but then again, it has been a very emotional day for the both of them

-well, there’s an afterparty for the national team

-Kageyama and Hinata sit next to each other on one of the couches and the team is huddled around them and everyone is just having a good time

-and then Hinata turns to Kageyama and says ‘Hey, let’s just get married after the games end’

-the party grows quiet

-Kageyama’s response? ‘Oh, sure, works with me’

-you could hear a pin drop

-and the two of them just try to continue on with the conversation that the question interupted

-then Bokuto, bless his heart, and Ushijima, no social awareness extraordinare, congratulate them on their engagement, to which Kagehina smile and thank them and then try to pull them into the conversation

-Atsumu is the one to speak up next

-‘um. Shouyo-kun, I don’t want to be mean or anything. But uh. Don’t you think it would be better to wait with the engagement a bit? I mean, I know you two have known each other for years and all, but then again, you just got together. Wouldn’t it be better to think this through a bit more?’

-…

-Hinata and Kageyama look at each other

-wide eyes, they mouth Atsumu’s sentence back to each other

-then Hinata bursts out into laughter and burries his face in Kageyama’s shirt

-Kageyama snorts and gets redder than the Japan jersey

-everyone else is confused as fuck, that is until Hinata manages to get his breath back

-‘We’ve- uh, hah, we have been together since the first year of highschool, ‘Tsumu- Tobio- To- Tobio. Fuck- we never fucking told anyone’s have we?’ more laughter

-this time it’s Kageyama who loses it and hides his face in Hinata’s shoulder

-‘No, no we did not-‘

-que everyone else losing their shit

-that night causes more chaos in the V-League comunity than anything else in the past decade in the least

-next morning, after a LOT of phonecalls, a post appears on all of Ninja Shouyo’s social media accounts, with only a ‘We’re here’ and a photo of Kagehina, with their olympic jerseys on and showing off their gold medals

-and under all of these, the first comment is always from the underused, almost empty accounts of one Kageyama Tobio, stating ‘can’t wait to marry you’

#eerie’s feelings #fanfiction #kagehina #haikyuu time skip #haikyuu #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #hinata shouyou #msby black jackal #haikyuu msby #schweiden adlers #haikyuu adlers #secret relationship #sorta #relationship reveal #engagement #oblivious #haikyuu headcanons #will write this one day

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kokiriofthevalley · 3 months

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My silly little Link headcannons

hii again I'm very bored rn sooo

again for Zelda, it's only the major ones, sorry obscure link fans

also wtf is this gif I found 😭😭

Skyward Sword

✯has the biggest crush on his Zelda bc they're so close

✯like it's VERY obvious how they feel about eachother

✯His fav flavour of ice cream is Oreo ice cream but he also loves toffee and vanilla too

✯He can talk but he prefers sign language (dialect of sign language may vary on preference ((like ASL or BSL or LSE, ect)) ) and talks to save time in an emergency in case the other person may not know sign, but DOES sign if they do

For this one, I thought about the cutscenes where he's explaining something (like the current location or condition of Zelda) to another character and we can see his mouth moving.

✯no because if video games existed in skyloft, i just know that he's playing stardew valley and papas freezeria. I can feel it in my BONES

✯Definitely woke up under his bed once and hit his head on the bedframe

✯him and Groose have insult battles but then they get ice cream together after

Ocarina of Time/Majora's Mask

✯somebody get this poor boy a therapist and a hug PLEASE

Twilight Princess

✯it felt natural to him when he transformed using the Zora mask in mm, because both the models for adult link and Zora link are the same size

✯mute

✯i think he played the ocarina like a recorder (aka with no experience at all) and did each note individually and the magic of the ocarina of time was probably like "there is NO WAY that I'm letting this kid tarnish my reputation goddamit" and made the songs sound nicer after he had played all the notes

✯forgot once that he was a kid again and walked to Romani ranch to get some chateau Romani and was genuinely surprised when Cremia said no

✯Had more of a genuine connection to Midna, but still had a friendship with princess Zelda

Wind Waker

✯felt a strange familial connection to the hero of shades when he met him and made link want to find out who the hero of shades was

✯does NOT like how short he is when he transforms into a wolf

✯Best poker face in history

Breath of the Wild

✯Gives Aryll piggybacks when she wants

✯would gladly eat his grandma's soup for the rest of his life

✯His grandma gave him the recipe to her soup when he left to discover the new Hyrule

✯Has the most major and unhidable (that's not a word but who cares) side eye in the history of time

✯If the events of WW didn't happen, I think he would have grown up to be a cartographer or he would REALLY like making his own maps

✯sorry to get all angsty but I don't think he wanted to kill Ganondorf. I just don't. I don't think either of them wanted to kill eachother. I feel like Link feels guilty about it because it's so obvious that it was only self defense after the triforce was touched by king Daphnes and it literally drove Ganondorf insane

Tbh I'd go crazy too if something I had wanted so badly got taken by another person even tho I literally got SEALED IN ANOTHER FUCKING REALM FOR A LONG AMOUNT OF TIME for it

Again sorry for no totk for this one pls no spoilers

✯Gets ambushed by Yiga so many times that he knows their names

*Yiga poofs into existence* "IM HERE TO KILL YOU LINK, IN REVENGE FOR MASTER KOHGA!!!!"

"oh hi jerry, nice weather eh?" -link

✯After he saved princess Zelda, he took a nap that lasted 4 ENTIRE days

✯not even the sound of kass' accordion could wake his ass up

✯very obvious but if he wasn't a knight, he would be a chef. Not sous chef. He would be head chef.

✯His hands are probably rough as hell from all that Hero Of Hyrule™-ing he has done

✯despite being able to lift heavy objects, his arms are still noodles

#tloz #ocarina of time #oot #tp #twilight princess #wind waker #ww #zelda #the legend of zelda #link #ww link #skyward link #skyward sword #mm #majoras mask #zelda headcanon #headcanon #headcannons #link headcannons

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lurksunderthebed · 6 months

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Major Spoilers MWIII (4/5)

Thoughts on Ghostsoap mwiii part 4 ( just pain and suffering here)

JUST TO REITERATE PLZ DONT CLICK UNLESS YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW AND ARE PREPARED

BEWARE SPOILERS ⚠️⚠️⚠️

ONE LAST GLANCE. REGRET.

Yeah. I feel most people coming into this already knows what happens. This is gonna be painful folks, be careful.

↓this is the last glance shared between the two of them with them both alive. I still can't mention how much both of them ignore Gaz and visibly check each other before parting. God fucking damn it devs. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

They part ways here, Soap and Price together (like in 09) while Ghost and Gaz team up. And this is where it all ends. Being apart has only brought tragedy to both of them.

↓Read the alt text.

And here all we have is pain.

↓There's a bomb that Soap and Price are trying to defuse in train tunnels. It's a two man job and requires Soap to not move from his spot. Price has to hold off the waves of enemies and all their reinforcements die in the fight. Makarov shoots Soap point blank, just with Ghost and Gaz almost there to show up.

Ghost is too fucking late. He's too late to stop anything, two late to even see anything but hear that one gunshot from Makarovs pistol. It can't be said how close he was to potentially saving Soap's life. Even 20 seconds earlier could have meant the difference. 😭😭😭😭 Goddamit

↓Ghost instantly rushes to check for ANY SIGN THAT SOAP IS ALIVE EVEN DESPITE GETTING SHOT IN THE HEAD. (NOT OBVIOUS CAUSE OF BAD GRAPHICS HERE, BUT REALISTICALLY THERE WOULD BE A GIANT HOLE IN HIS HEAD.)

THE FACT THAT GHOST HAD TO TRY DESPITE THE FUTILITY, DESPITE EVERYTHING HE KNEW AND SAW. HE HAD TO CHECK FOR ANY SIGN THAT SOAP WAS IN ANY FORM ALIVE. God fuck man. Lit dying.

Also THE MAN INSTANTLY RUSHED TO SOAP WHILE THERE WAS QUITE OBVIOUSLY A GIANT BOMB THAT WAS GONNA GO AND KILL THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS. thankfully Gaz and price were there to defuse it. But man, if this was ghost by himself finding soap like that, you can bet on this guy not caring about a bomb killing him. Not with soap like that. Not with Ghost failing to save him. The worse thing is that, if ghost and Gaz were quicker, they actually could've. It was that close.

^ this is the last frame before it cuts to the epilogue.

↓but I wanted to talk about this. Another deliberate framing of SoapAndGhost. Right before it cuts to all 4 of them. For whatever people think of the pairing, it's quite obvious that the devs painstakingly went out of their way to put those two together.

And for real, onto the last post (the epilogue)

#cod mw3 #SPOILERS #cod mwiii #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost x soap #soap mactavish #soap x ghost #simon riley #mw3 spoilers

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lumiheartszz · 3 months

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sirenbur smut. thats it, just sirenbur smut. I NEED SIRENBUR. GIVE ME SIRENBUR😭

Siren is so fucking hot i need him ily anon

Keep your eyes on me.

Context: you're a villain and sirenbur (who has taken an interest in you) has rough sex with you :3 also yall know each other's identities because im the writer and i like it that way

WARNING: SMUT !! MINORS DNI!!

The cold wind blew past your hair as you leaned against the balcony, eyeing the city down below. It was a cold evening, that's for sure. You weren't exactly sure why so much trouble was constantly happening in your surroundings, even when you're walking around the city as a civillian. It was rather odd to you, even to the point where it was too much to shrug off, even for a nonchalant person like you. It was all so... overwhelming, to say the least. You were snapped from your thoughts when a deep, raspy voice from behind started speaking.

"Y/N, sweets! What's such a pretty girl like you doing out here, hm?" He cooed, obviously mocking you. "I'm... thinking, goddamit. Also, I've noticed something... who's been causing trouble in the city all week? It's pretty damn annoying, even to me. No way it isn't someone from the Syndicate, if it wasn't, with how inexperienced other villains are, they'd probably already been found out. So from the three of you, you're the only one with the unserious personality." He snickered, shrugging later on. "So?" You were a bit pissed, more than a bit, actually. "So? So?! It's fucking annoying, Wilbur, stop." You pinched your nose bridge in annoyance.

"It's funny." He huffed, elbowing you lightly. "You're a real moodkiller, Y/N, y'know that?" He spurred you on further, and you could barely take it. "Shut the fuck up for once, goddamit!" You shouted with your back turned from him. This earned an eyebrow raise from the blindfolded brunette. "You really want me to? Tell that straight to my face, angel, and maybe I will." You could almost hear the smirk as he spoke those words. You grit your teeth, and not even you know if it's from your anger or the fact you got flustered by HIM, of all people.

"I said... sh-shut up..." You said weakly, turning to face him as you looked up at him. This triggered a fire in the villain. He started backing you up against the wall. "Say that again. With full force, while looking at me." He commanded once he had you fully backed up. You couldn't even find the courage to say anything. You refused to look up at him, not while your face is all red.

"Aww, you went all quiet on me..." he smirked, burying his face into your neck, which triggered a surprised shriek from you. "No fucking way you get turned on from me commanding you." He teased, sharp canines grazing against your sensitive neck. You shuddered from the contact, hands holding onto the wall separating you from the edge of the rooftop. His hands found it's way to the hem of your pants,playing with it to spur you further.

"You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you senseless until you lose your senses?" You could only let out a whine as a response, looking down in shame as you nodded. "What's that? I couldn't hear you, princess." His finger twirled a couple of strands of your hair, and when you didn't respond, he yanked your hair to make you look at him. "I said SPEAK, SLUT!" His voice echoed in your ears, it's power forcing you to speak. "Y-yes... p-please-- please fuck me... I need you so bad..." This made him grin evilly, his teeth sinking into your skin. "Good, good girl, Y/N..."

His hands find their way inside your pants as his middle and ring finger start caressing the wet patch on your panties. "Shit, you're fucking soaked. Gonna finger fuck you and make you cum so many times, all you'll remember is my name." He growled, his large fingers slipping past the thin fabric and into your wet folds. He let out a breathy moan as he felt just how perfectly soaked you were just from his voice.

His large finger easily slips past your folds, making you gasp. "Fuck, I'm..." you let out a breathy whine, bucking your hips up into his fingers involuntarily. He was going slow on purpose just to tease you. "Please... p-please go faster, Wil..." you pleaded, pleaded just for the sweet sensation of his talented fingers. "Good girl, already begging for me, hm?" He added in a second, speeding his fingers up. When your legs started shaking, signalling your nearing orgasm, he stopped abruptly, pulling his fingers out. "Wh- wha? Wilbur!!" You whined. "Why did you-- why...??" You panted, like you had just ran miles on end.

He didn't answer, licking your slick from his fingers. "I'd rather have you cum on my cock than my fingers. You'd prefer that, right?" You could only stare at him as you thought about it. The thought of his cock stretching you out deliciously; it just fueled your desires further.

He spread your lips apart with the pad of his thumb, spitting on your tongue. "Swallow." He sternly commanded, with you following shortly after. He whispered curses before unbuckling his pants, lips crashing into yours as he palmed himself through his boxers. "Yeah, be fucking good for me. Such a good slut, letting me use your pretty body..." He fumbled to unbutton your own, letting out a breath as he finally managed to take it off. His quick fingers pressed against your nub of muscles, quickly rubbing it, causing you to moan. "Wilb-- NGHH~! Ple-please~!" He took that chance to put his tongue in your mouth, sloppily making out with you.

"Shit, I need to be inside r-right now, fuck..." He rubbed his cock on your entrance, looking at you for approval. Once you've nodded your head, he slammed himself in all the way to the hilt, tearing a loud moan from your throat. "Shit... s-so warm... so tight..." he growled right next to your ear as he thrusted in and out. All you could form was unintelligible noises, none of them even making sense. "I fucked you up already, huh?" He panted, pounding into you faster. "Shit,you like that? Look at me while I fuck you, whore." When you didn't obey, he got angered. "Look at me..." he warned. You did try to look at him, but the pleasure caused them to roll back your head once more. "I said LOOK AT ME." He used his powers on you, forcing your eyes to look up at him.

He slapped your ass repeatedly, hand coming up to harshly grip your hair afterwards. "Shit, you're so fucking tight..." he groaned as his cock twitched inside. You moaned out as his hips started slamming against yours alarmingly quicker. "C-cumming..." you mumbled weakly. "C-cum on my cock, whore." He commanded, panting as his thrusts became sloppy and erratic, losing it's rhythm. "FUCK, WILBURR~!" You moaned out as your orgasm hit you like a bullet train. Your sweet voice moaning out his name was his last straw as he buried himself deep inside, warm cum painting your insides. You both panted from the aftermath of your rather intimate bonding.

"That's a good girl..."

#wilbur soot smut #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader smut #wilbur soot x you #bursonas

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xenodroid05 · 7 months

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God I’m so happy we got to see Havers again.

At the very least, Cap died knowing Havers survived the war, and he will go on to live his life, even if Cap will stay forever in Button House.

The swagger stick symbolises how he always carries a piece of Havers with him so wonderfully. I have such a love-hate relationship with his death scene, goddamit. It was so sudden and such a sad ending.

I know it’s not happening whatsoever but imagine if we got Capvers Christmas flashbacks in the christmas special later this year. That would complete their arc for me ngl. I just want to see them interacting some more and having a jolly time.

#bbc ghosts s5 #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #the captain bbc ghosts

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kitthepurplepotato · 5 months

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Chapter 10: Auntie’s chili-chocolate muffins.

Summary: There’s an intruder in the Bakugou house. 3 of them, actually. Having alone-time with Katsuki is a luxury but having friends over isn’t that bad either.

Featuring Mama Bakugou, Shitty Deku and Half and Half gay disaster.

FIRST CHAPTER MASTERLIST

⚠️ Swear words, someone makes a sex joke

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Getting out of the bath was a challenge, but in the best way possible.

First of all, kissing Katsuki senseless in the bathtub while you trying your best to not touch in inappropriate places was probably the funniest and hottest interaction you’ve ever had. After a few minutes Katsuki did stop your shenanigans and kindly asked you to close your eyes until he gets out, his ears red as a tomato; it was so absolutely adorable you almost melted together with the bubbly water in the tub.

There was yelling, squeaking and a lot of giggles when it was your time to get out; your body got so relaxed it didn’t really want to cooperate with you so Katsuki had to help you but as you didn’t want him to see you naked he kinda had to get you out blind which was also extremely hilarious.

“No peeking, sir!”

“I’m not a fucking pervert!”

“You opened your eyes!”

“No, I did not! Fuck off!”

“Fuck, I don’t have any underwear in here!”

“Loser!”

Honestly, you didn’t think this will be so much fun. To be fair, you genuinely thought you won’t be able to move at all, which is the opposite of what’s happening right now; the fatigue is definitely there and your movements are much slower than usual, you also need to sit down and do nothing for a few minutes after being on your feet for longer than half an hour, but other than that, you almost feel okay. Katsuki gives you his shoulder every time you need the toilet or need to change rooms, but you are more than capable to do everything; you even managed to wash the dishes by yourself! Katsuki did end up standing right behind you just in case something goes wrong, but… Okay, you had to take a nap after and Katsuki wasn’t too happy about that because apparently you looked like you just did a 3 hour work out session after but it really seems like you will be able to ditch the meds next week. You are the happiest person in the whole world right now.

It’s the afternoon when someone knocks on Katsuki’s door; by the agitated frown on Katsuki’s face he already knows who that is.

“This fucking hag can’t sit on her fucking ass even if her life depends on it…” He mutters under his nose as he makes his way towards the door.

“The fuck do you…” Katsuki stops mid-yell to stare at the intruder. “Want.”

“Kacchan! Sorry for interrupting!” Deku makes his way inside by running straight to your side, clearly terrified of being slapped in the face. “Hi, Y/N!”

“Hello. Excuse my existence in your personal space, Katsuki.” Todoroki sneaks in as well, looking hot as always.

“Having you here is already a fucking bother, why did you bring the whole fucking ZOO with you?!” Katsuki yells at his mother while he ignores the other two completely.

“Well, fist of all, thank you very fucking much for telling me that my daughter-in-law is in need of assistance.” Momma Bakugou reprimands. Katsuki answers by rolling his eyes, at least until his mother smacks him in the nape. “I was having a coffee with Inko in that new place with the pretty garden and imagine my surprise when she asked me if she’s doing better! I didn’t even know she was sick, goddamit!” The woman yells as she slowly makes her way towards you. Katsuki’s face looks so red he’s probably about to yell profanities in the next few seconds so you decide to cover your ears with the pillow to spare them from the torturous experience.

“YOU DAMN MOTHERFUCKING NERD!” Katsuki yells, just as it was expected. “Can’t you shut your fucking mouth for once in your life?!”

“You know I talk to my mom every day!” The green haired hero whines, hiding his face with his arms in case Katsuki literally explodes on him. “Before you kill me, let me give you something!” Izuku perks up and opens his backpack. He pulls out a massive box of muffins. Katsuki’s eyes are the size of saucers and you swear there is a tiny trail of saliva flowing down the side of his mouth. Todoroki tries his best to conceal the smile on his face but he fails miserably. “I told my mom how nice you were to me the other day and she was so happy about it she asked me to give you this. It’s your favorite chili-chocolate muffins, extra hot!”

Katsuki emerges from the face of the Earth. His gaze is distant, like he’s not even a part of this world anymore. You swear you see tears in his eyes, not like you have the balls to comment on it.

“That chili muffin? The saint chili muffin? Home-made by Auntie?” He mutters under his nose, keeping an eye-contact with the fucking box of muffins like they would disappear if he blinks once.

“Well, it’s been a while since she made them but she tried her best!”

Katsuki takes the box from the hero like it’s the most fragile thing in the world, caressing the top of the box before he opens it and takes a sniff. He doesn’t even try to hide his obsession anymore; he takes a muffin in his hand, looks at it from every angle, making sure it’s not fake, then takes a bite; his eyes get all watery, one single tear dropping down from his face as he chews, slowly and dramatically.

“It’s perfect.”

You’ve never seen Katsuki so calm and content. There isn’t a single wrinkle on his face, no frown, no angry gaze, nothing. No one dares to take a breath; everyone is as silent as a human being can be, just staring at Katsuki’s peaceful face in wonder.

“So now that Katsuki is out of the picture for the next few minutes, how are you, my dear?” Mitsuki’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Oh yeah, I brought you a gift!” Izuku starts to rummage through his bag and takes out another box of muffins, this one full of blueberries.

Mitsuki isn’t too happy with Izuku for jumping into her sentence, but by the look of it she has no heart to tell him off for it.

“Oh, I also brought you something.” Todoroki speaks up and showes a plastic bag into your lap. “It’s something that makes me really happy when I’m sad.”

Izuku facepalms for some reason; you open the bag and there’s….

“Soba noodles?” You ask, feeling like you don’t really understand the joke behind it. It’s not even a full dish, just soba noodles, naked, in a bag. Store bought. What the hell.

“With Izuku’s face on it.” Todoroki adds helpfully, like that explains it all.

“Shouto, I told you this only works for you.” Izuku mutters with a red face, clearly embarrassed of his partner. Katsuki sneaks behind the sofa to take a look into the bag and looks at the half and half hero with a shit eating grin.

“I’ll make sure to tear the packaging right where Deku’s face is. I’ll tear it in half then explode the rest of his body before I throw it into the waste bin so he can be with his brothers and sisters.”

If you wouldn’t know Katsuki is taking the piss right now you would hundred percent question his mental health and his threat level; he looks like the greatest villain of the century, his laugh menacing and cruel. Todoroki looks at him in poor terror and takes the bag from your hands to pull it to his chest; Deku tries to soothe the traumatized hero by caressing his shoulders and muttering calming words into his ears. You’ve never seen so much emotion on the guy’s face before, it’s quite mesmerizing.

“Coming here with these bozos was the worst idea ever, stop ignoring me, children!” Mitsuki yells, offended by the lack of attention.

“Wow, you know that word, hag? I’m impressed” Katsuki mutters to himself as he snatches the bag of soba noodles from Todoroki’s protective arms. He whimpers a bit but lets it go; everyone knows not to poke the sleeping bear, especially not in his own territory.

“I’m not ignoring you! I would never do such thing!” You smile at the woman as you lean into her side to cuddle. “I’m glad to see you again.” You mumble with a sad smile on your face; fuck, you miss your own family so much.

“I’ll be here every day.” The woman perks up and you can hear the sound of explosions coming from the kitchen.

“You are fucking not. Let me enjoy my fucking time with her, hag. You can hog her after she got better.” He yells with a red face. “I’m making cold soba for dinner, you fuckers stayin’?” Katsuki changes his voice into a calmer one, probably not wanting to make the guests feel unwelcome. He changed so much in these past few months it’s ridiculous.

Todoroki beams at his friend; wow, Todoroki has also changed a lot since he got together with Deku. If you wouldn’t know the reason for his sudden change, you would definitely think he is an impostor.

He’s so much more emotional now, so much more free and not ashamed of his own self. You are so happy for those two. Todoroki is even more handsome now, with the tiny smile on his mouth and the loving gaze in his eyes when he looks at Izuku.

Sometimes, this whole situation doesn’t feel real; it feels like a dream of a perfect life and if it’s actually just a dream, you never wanna wake up from it. This is everything you always wanted; a place where you are loved and appreciated for you being you instead of being treated like a rabid dog just because of your honesty and rough words, a place where you belong, a place where you feel safe and happy. You can’t help but tear up a little bit at the thought as you snuggle your face in Mitsuki’s chest to hide it from the gang; you still feel a little bit weird about being so vulnerable in front of them, which is stupid because you know they would never use it against you.

“Your girlie is a really clingy one, isn’t she.” Mitsuki mutters to herself. You move away with a red face; now that you think about it, you really shouldn’t be so close to this woman who you’ve only met twice. “Hey, you are fine, it’s just… we don’t usually do such thing in our family, but it does feel nice to be embraced sometimes.” Mitsuki looks at his son with pure judgment. Katsuki rolls his eyes like a bad teenager and makes his way to the kitchen with his ears red.

The rest of the night goes by really quickly; the whole gang has cold soba for dinner, Todoroki almost cries from how good the dish is then he actually cries when the abnormal amount of wasabi hits him.

“This soba is like having sex, then getting hit in the face in a non-sexual way right when you are about to…”

“Shouto, if you finish your sentence I swear to god I’ll Delaware Smash you to the moon.” Izuku mutters with his face red as Katsuki’s hot sauce collection. Mitsuki almost chokes on her noodles as she tries her best not to laugh out loud; the whole gang fails when Todoroki looks at Izuku with a questioning face, clearly not understanding what did he do wrong this time.

“I didn’t realize the big Todoroki Shouto is such a goofball.” Mitsuki laughs; Izuku looks at her with pure terror as he says the next sentence:

“He’s not joking, Auntie.”

It’s Katsuki’s turn now to laugh like a maniac and the rest of the night goes by so quickly you barely even realize you are being put to bed, half asleep.

“I didn’t even say bye.” You mutter into Katsuki’s strong arms with a pout on your face.

“You are dead tired, Y/N. Don’t overdo it. If you fuck up your recovery by overworking yourself I’ll kill you.” Katsuki mutters as he lowers you into the bed. Your mind is really fuzzy right now, but you still can’t help but ask the next question.

“Can you stay?” You ask the blonde, already missing the warmth of his body.

“This is my bed, you idiot, of course I’m staying.” Katsuki giggles.

“Pinky promise?”

“Really?” You don’t see his face right now but you are quite sure he’s rolling your eyes. “Pinky promise.” Katsuki mutters as he locks his pinkie with yours; in only a few seconds the bed dips next to you and the warmth is finally back; Katsuki’s sweet scent fills your nose as he snuggles up to you and lets himself be vulnerable for once.

“Do you remember when you got sick and ended up in my bed?” Katsuki mutters, deep in thought. His hand plays with your own, drawing circles and explosion shapes into your skin. You can’t make a proper answer anymore so you hum; it’s extremely hard to not fall asleep right on the spot even though Katsuki’s hair tickles your neck a little bit. “You wanted a pinky promise back then as well. It was really fucking cute.” The blonde admits. “When I first met you I hated your guts; I hated how much you remind me of myself and my mistakes, I felt like life sent you for me to get a taste of my own medicine. You were so fucking loud and annoying.” Katsuki continues and you try your best to blink the sleepiness away; bedtime Katsuki’s words are always honest, so whatever he’s about to say, he won’t say it twice. You want to remember everything even if it hurts you. “But then you did these cute fucking things like asking for a pinky promise or laugh at Kirshima’s stupid jokes just to make him happy, then you selflessly jumped right in front of me to save my ass even though I never said a single nice word to you and it confused the shit out of me every time because I wasn’t sure if I want to kill you or keep you close.“ Katsuki pulls you closer, cuddling unashamedly now. “Life might have sent you to fuck me over but it only made me realize I’m not that shit of a person as I thought. Somehow by falling in love with you - fuck this is disgusting - I ended up loving myself a bit more as well. It made me realize how all my actions were fueled by the self-hatred inside me but when you opened up to me and let me in, trusted me with your whole being… it just changed something inside me. I don’t say this too often so open your fucking ears and don’t fall asleep on me - fucking thank you.”

“Fuck’s sake, Katsuki.” You sniffle, much more awake now. This man will be the death of you one day, his grumpy face and his heart stopping confessions under the safe blanket of the night.

“Thank you for letting me love you. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me. You are the best thing…fuck.” You choke on a sob. “Stop being cheesy and go to sleep for the fucks sake, how am I supposed to top that?!” You whine but Katsuki only laughs; it’s that laugh he only does for you, eyes wrinkling, dimples showing and you hate that you can’t see it properly in the darkness of the night because it’s so fucking rare to see him like that. “I will miss this.” You admit. “I kinda want to say I want to stay weak just to have more of this, but I feel like fighting beside you is just as thrilling as sharing a moment in the bed.” You giggle to yourself.

“Who said I’ll let you fight alongside me? Who the fuck do you think you are?” Katsuki murmurs, still giggling. Fuck, you love this arrogant motherfucker so much.

“True, you might be too weak for my sexy hero attire. I don’t want to distract you while you work.” You add sneakily, just to tease him.

“I take everything back. I fucking despise you, you Menace.” Katsuki grumbles as he props himself up on his elbow to give you and angry kiss. Well… a lot of angry kisses.

“Say that without your tongue into my mouth and I might get offended.” You sighs as Katsuki caresses your side, leaving goosebumps on your skin with every touch.

“Nah, I enjoy this way too much.” He mumbles into your mouth. Honestly, you hate being so weak right now when Katsuki gives you all these opportunities to… well… get a bit frisky. Thank god you are numb all over from the exhaustion right now, otherwise sleeping would be off the table. “Now go the fuck to sleep. You can’t even lift your fingers anymore.” He grumbles and it is true; your arms didn’t even manage to reach the blonde’s back, even though you tried your best to pull him closer to you. Katsuki plops back down, cuddling into your side like he always does; it doesn’t take the blonde long to lull you into a peaceful sleep while his fingers play with your hair before he falls asleep himself, glued to your side.

You try your best to not think about the fact that this is all temporary; in a few days, you’ll need to go back to your boring little flat and sleep in a cold bed, where warm touches and the scent of burnt sugar is nothing but a silly little daydream.

“I want to stay here forever…” You murmur under your nose before the world finally goes blank, the problems of the next few days long forgotten.

… next chapter!

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Potato Ramble:

💥 Me: This chapter is 1700 words already, might as well be clever and finish it up because I always end up writing too much right at the end. 2K is enough.

Also me: *finishes the chapter with 3K*

Well, I tried.

💥 I love how Y/N got sick the day before yet everyone knows about it already 😂

💥 I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the sweet talk at the end wasn’t even planned, that just happened 😂 And thank god it did because I love Katsuki’s sleepy talk so much 😭 Like this guy barely says a nice word to his partner during the day then he goes to bed and goes all sweet and cuddly and oh my god, I think I’m love with this guy. 😂

💥 In case you missed to read Katsuki’s POV of the story, it’s coming back in the next chapter!

💥 I really need to stop writing the end notes while I’m sleep deprived, they make no fucking sense. With that said, see you in the next chapter! I think there will be a little time skip to keep the story going!

💥 I hope you guys are having an amazing day! 💜

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