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yndrgrl · 10 months

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katsuki bakugo is the only man who can help bunnygirl! you during heat.

established relationship. normal! au. first time as a couple.

warnings: nsfw, lowkey angst ngl, fellatio, praise, slight degradation, creampie

if you're here for the nsfw part, i marked it >:)

a/n: dude, idk why my last fic has that "mature" label 😭 also is this a hypersexual comfort fic? yeah.

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"are you okay? you look hot?"

"your forehead is on fire!"

"you look red. drink some water."

you've been hearing that non-stop all day. of course, you know that everyone has good intentions, but it was so annoying.

no, you didn't feel fine, nor did you feel sick. it was a strange, embarrassing thing to admit. in a world full of truly remarkable quirks, you just had to get a basic one. your quirk was rabbit. you know mirko? yeah, well you two are in the same boat.

you have floppy bunny ears the same color as your hair, a puff ball of a bunny tail, & muscular legs. all so cutesy & alright to deal with. the behavioral traits were what got you though. increased hearing, jittery/easily scared, & most annoying of all, the heat that came with it.

though it wasn't unusual to have heat, it was definitely not something you mention in a passing conversation. heat made it hard to focus on anything except for breeding & sex. your senses are enhanced, making clothes feel itchy at all times. your train of thought always derailed to live making. that's why you were prescribed heat repressant.

no side affects & it worked like a charm.

however, this month you forgot to stock up on them, & you just so happened to run out. you would've just skipped school to get some, but it was midterms, which comes with tests & presentations that simply could not be made up. it was either fail your classes or bite the bullet.

"oi! what's your deal?" someone barked at you. ah yes, your boyfriend of six months, katsuki bakugo.

"nothing," you said with annoyance. another thing about your heat is that you get irritable because of the overwhelming feeling of needing to do a certain activity. "don't worry about it."

taken aback, katsuki reached out for you & spun you around. your eyes welled with tears of frustration & utter embarrassment, the tips of your ears were red, & every thread of your clothes made your skin crawl. "hey, what's going on?"

"i-it's nothing, just leave me alone. class is about to start." you understood how much katsuki prides himself in his academics. you're not gonna be the one to drag him down; that's not very amazing-cool-awesome girlfriend of you, after all.

he wanted to say that he didn't care & let's just ditch class, but you both knew you couldn't. the exams were too important. luckily for the both of you, the last period of the day was study hall. most kids just skip it, starting their free time early.

just a few classes, then i can go get medication, that's not bad at all, i've been through worse, you thought in attempts to calm yourself.

yeah, but imagine how could it would feel to be absolutely railed, oh fuck, imagine katsuki-

you had to cut yourself off, he was standing right beside you after all.

your relationship with katsuki has been slow, healthy, & true. the most you two have done in the span of six months is make out, grind, & grope each other clothed. both of you saw a future together so having sex didn't have to happen right then & there. if it happens, it happens, but there was no need to have it to connect.

you didn't want you first time with the love of your life to be because of your current circumstances.

"did i do something?" he asked, making your ears twitch.

"no, it's not you," you reassured, "there's nothing going on." you both entered the classroom, & you could feel katsuki's worried stare focused on you the entire time.

you took exam after exam, which, in of itself, is a long, stressful process. the bell rang throughout the school, & your classmates shuffled out of the room to go to their last period. finally, it was study hall. you threw everything into your backpack without a care. you were practically panting.

throughout the school day, the pressure building inside of you only gotten worse. you couldn't stop thinking about katsuki. his god-sent body, his perfect face, his rugged voice. god, he turned you on so much-- too much, actually.

you felt bad for ignoring all of his texts throughout the day. if you didn't, however, you had a feeling you would've sent some embarrassing messages.

as you exited your class, someone grasped your wrist, dragging you out of the school. their touch lit you on fire. you knew exactly who it was. "let me go, katsuki."

"no, not until you tell me what i did!" he growled at you. he doesn't even realize how wet i am for him-

you had to shut off your thoughts, but that's easier said than done.

"i told you already. you didn't do anything."

"well something is going on with you. tell me what's happening," he raised his voice, a vice grip still hanging onto your wrist. you were getting overstimulated & overwhelmed. once again, you couldn't help the angry tears from forming. you couldn't help but hyperfixate on your panties brushing against your sensitive clit. you couldn't help that your nipples were painfully perked.

you can't just admit that though. it's such a stupid problem to you. you felt so wrong & disgusting for thinking about sex all day. "you wouldn't understand!" you finally yelled back. "you wouldn't get it."

he didn't respond. katsuki continued to drag you throughout campus, leaving you with your thoughts.

god, i made him mad, you mentally cried out. hopefully he'll hate fuck you then-

you want to rip out your own brain & throw it on the concrete. it was a constant cycle of that the entire walk.

a few moments later, you realized you were in his dorm, sitting on his bed with him across from you in his desk chair. both of your hands were in his as he brushed his thumbs against your knuckles. that alone gave you goosebumps. "please tell me what's wrong, baby," he said in a hushed near-whimper. "i'm worried about you."

"you really wouldn't get it, katsuki," you whispered, finally letting a few tears roll down your cheek.

he placed his index finger underneath your chin. he gently raised your head, your gaze following suit. the two of you locked eyes, his swirling with worry & yours sprawling in uncertainty. "then make me understand."

"it's my stupid quirk," you exasperated. you tried coming up with ways of how to say what you want to say without scaring him off.

"what about it?" he asked.

"you have such a nice quirk, you know," you started, avoiding his question. "it's just so much flashier & cooler than mine. there's already a rabbit hero!"

"what are you talking about? you do have a cool quirk."

"i'm a bunnygirl. nothing more. people already know what to expect-"

"what is this really about? you brag all the time how you get to come up with new ways to make your quirk yours," he countered, not convinced with your answer. "there's something more, isn't there?"

katsuki was so good at reading people-- at reading you. the other times you've confided in him, your voice lacked clarity, stability. why would it be different now? it wouldn't, that's why.

"yeah, there is," you admitted, tugging on his hands so he'd get closer. "i just don't know how you'll react or how to even say it-"

"it's fine. just tell me, i won't get mad or judge you or whatever," he assured. you began to cry even more, staining his dress shirt.

he smelt so good, i can feel his muscles through his shirt, he's so sexy-

"i need you," you muttered into his chest.

"what was that, baby?"

you glanced up at him, eyes glossy, lips pouted. "i need you."

katsuki's breath hitched, "what are you talking about?" yes, he's had theories about your quirk & its drawbacks. was this it? was his theory correct?

more tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks as you tried to explained, "i have... you know."

his cock stirred, scolding himself mentally for getting hard during a time like this. "have what?" he wanted you to say it, confirm his suspicions.

you took a deep breath. "i have this thing every month or so, & it just makes things so much harder."

"tell me." his stern voice sent shockwaves through you.

it made you obey him automatically, robotically. "i'm going through heat." a silence followed. "it's normal for people with quirks like mine to go through this. i usually have repressants! & i know this probably makes you so uncomfortable; i understand if you don't want to be-"

-- nsfw starts here --

katsuki cut off your rambling, almost offended. "don't ever say that. i want you, all of you."

"p-please don't say such things," you begged him as you felt your pussy throb. "i'm r-really trying to hold back-"

"let me take care of you, princess," katsuki purred, finger tips ghosting over your exposed thighs. he buried his face into the crook of your neck. "do you want this, y/n? because i want you right now. if you tell me you don't want this, i'll stop."

all you could do is nod, your breath turning uneven.

"say it, y/n."

"i need you so bad. please, katsuki," you cried out as you rubbed your legs together.

he smirked into your neck before he started kissing your neck. you couldn't help but whimper. he noticed you holding back, so he bit your neck. he sucked hickeys all over your neck. your unsteady breathes turned into needy moans.

"t-take off my shirt, please-"

katsuki took in your demand by ripping it off your skin as if it were poison. he unhooked your bra, throwing it on the floor. "ah fuck," he groaned, cupping your breasts.

"are they o-okay?"

"you're fuckin' perfect, baby."

with one, he replaced his rough, calloused hand with his mouth. you grinder against his thigh as flicked your nipple with his tongue. "k-katsuki~"

he switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. "all mine," he growled in between. he nipped at the skin around your nipples. your neck & chest were soon littered with purple marks & bites.

"let me touch you," you begged & you began to fidget with the buttons of his shirt. "take this off~"

"so needy, aren't you, princess," katsuki teased, yet he gave into you. he threw off his shirt, looming over you. goosebumps pricked at your skin, all over your arms down to your legs. you found yourself trailing your hands all over his abs, his muscular arms, around his back. it was like your hands had a mind of their own.

you flipped the two of you around, so now he was under you. "c-can i please mark you?"

he let out a laugh of amusement, making your face turn a deep red. "you don't have to ask, baby," he told you. as a response, you mimicked his actions from earlier. your lips kissed all over his neck, leaving marks in its wake. you trailed down to his chest, then his abs then his v-line until you reached the band of his pants.

the entire time, he was groaning, feeding you praises that shot straight through your core. when you stopped, he looked down at you, & there you were, staring back at him with eager, wide eyes. he could read you so well. "go ahead, y/n. pull them down."

to which you did. you hands hooked both his uniform pants & his boxers. you pulled them down, & your mouth watered when his cock sprung out. "i-it's so big," you moaned; you meant to only think that, but you couldn't help it.

his mushroom tip beaded precum, his veiny shaft twitched in anticipation. "you see how hard i am for you? all for you," katsuki told you, watching your eyes dart to his then back down to his cock.

you started licking him to test the waters. you saw as his eyebrows furrowed together, his mouth agape, narrowed eyes. your licks evolved into you sticking his tip into your mouth. your tongue flicked around his cock. you crossed your eyes & whined when you tasted his precum. thanks to his quirk, it tasted almost sweet, salty, & god, was it addicting.

you bobbed your head up & down his thick rod. the tip hit the back of your throat while spit flooded your mouth. it was hard to breath, but you didn't care. having katsuki inside of you was more important than breathing. "slow down. you're gonna make me cum, good girl."

that was enough inspiration for you. you needed his cum. you forced your head all the way down his cock, your nose buried in his pubes. your eyes watered (for the fifth time today), & you stared into katsuki's eyes. both of his hands tangled themselves into your hair. "i'm gonna fuck that slutty, little throat, okay? just tap if it's too much," he informed, but he had a feeling you were going let him do whatever he wanted.

you moaned as a way to let him know that you heard him. the vibrations quivered his tip. "mmm, fuck. you're doing so good," he praised, jutting his hips forward the drawing them back.

his thrusts at first were small, in fear he was hurting you. however, as he looked down at you, your eyes rolled back, drool spilling out of your mouth, rubbing your aching clit for some sort of release, he couldn't hold back. he started using your throat as a fuck toy.

fast & rough, & all you could do was take it. take it, even though you're crying & it's hard to breath. "i'm close," he uttered out in between moans. his sultry voice turned a pitch higher in a humiliating tease, "you want my cum, baby? huh? c'mon, tell me you want it."

you choked out muffled, "yes please" & "cum down my throat please." he laughed at you trying to form sentences with your mouth stuffed. "such an eager bitch. fine, i'll give you what you want."

he thrusted his hips forwards, keeping your head in place. you face smushed against his hips. his cock twitched as he unloaded spurts of cum down your throat.

he pulled away, & strings of saliva mixed with his semen leaked onto your skirt. you looked back up at him, finding his cock still erect. "you look so surprised," katsuki said as he caught his breath. "i'm still so hard for you. after all, i told you i was going to take care of you."

"p-please have sex with me," you barely even whispered.

"what was that?"

"please-"

"i still can't hear you," katsuki told you, stroking his dick. he really knew how to push your buttons

"please fuck me, katsuki! i need it, i need you so bad~ i need your big cock inside of me," you blurted out. you finally let you stupid, nasty fantasies get the better of you.

judging from katsuki's smug expression, he wanted you to indulge in them. "alright, alright. you've been such a good girl for me. it's the least i could do," he shrugged before flipping you over so you were trapped under him. even in your most intimate moments, he was cocky. & god, did it make your pussy wet.

as he started to pull your skirt down, your hands shot to grab his wrists. "no, fuck me now, i can't wait. it hurts too bad," you whined, your glossy lips pouting.

"of course, princess," he said with a smirk. "whatever you want." katsuki's fingers dove under your skirt to push your panties out of the way. he held your legs up, placing your calves over his shoulders.

he lubed the tip of his dick with your juices by running it through your folds. "you're so wet for me, good girl."

"it's all for you, katsuki~" you purred, anticipation practically killing you. you felt pride as he turned his head to kiss the meat of your calf in approval.

"can't let it go to waste," he told you. he lined his thick, heavy cock with your entrance. something must've taken over you because, the moment it lined up with your hole, you shoved your hips forward with your entire body.

you let out a squeal of pleasure, your pussy stretching to accommodate for katsuki's lengthy cock. "shit, baby, you almost knocked me over," he chuckled as he readjusted. both of his hands were on your hips.

"shut up & fuck me," you growled at him. his cock twitched, brow raised in amusement.

"yes ma'am," he replied, "but remember you said that." from the get-go, his thrusts were powerful, immediately finding the cervix. your nails dug into his biceps down to his wrists. moans, whimpers, & screams spilled out of your lips.

katsuki took his fingers to your mouth & demanded in a low voice, "suck."

the action made you quiet down. he found your g-spot soon after, & you felt lightheaded. with his fingers down your throat, his cock abusing your most sensitive spot, & katsuki whispering dirty nothings into your ears, you shut your eyes & released all the tension building up.

"f-f-fuck, i-i'm cumming, katsuki," you rasped, voice having a small lisp thanks to his fingers. you squirted all over his abdomen, breath heavy & uneven.

he didn't stop though. he still rammed his big fuckin' dick in & out of you, not letting you calm down from your euphoric high. in fact, his hand that you slobbered all over found their way to your clit. he drew small circles around it. "ah, katsuki!" you moaned. "it's too much!"

"you'll be a good girl, & take it, won't you? i haven't cum inside you yet," he responded while his other hand pinched your nipples.

"i-i-i'll be a good girl, katsuki~" you slurred, speaking on beat with his thrusts. he made you cum three more times then you felt as his hips became more robotic, shorter, uncalculated.

"i'm cumming," he groaned through gritted teeth. "i'm cumming. fuckin' take all of it." thick jets of hot, white cum stained your walls. his dick pulsated inside of you. you came again; who could blame you?

he took a few deep breaths, collapsing on top of you as he pulled out of your pussy. cum spilled out of you & onto his sheets. he embraced you, whispering, "round two?"

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twogyuu · 7 months

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i do (i think so)

pairing: mingyu x fem!reader

synopsis: inspired by lauv's 'steal the show.'

You'll be one and baby I'll be two Would you mind it if I said I'm into you? (I'm into you)

genre: fluff, crack, slice of life, mutual pining (for context, mingyu is the best man at eunwoo's wedding, oc is the bride's younger sister. this is post-wedding)

warnings: mentions of alcohol intoxication/hangovers, probably profanity, mildly suggestive

wc: ~2k

a/n: ive come to cleanse your timeline and give you mingyu fluff bc there doesn't seem to be enough of it these days 😭 !

. . . .

There's a distant hum that invades your dream - something about seeing Seungcheol huddled in the corner of an old building failing to start a fire during an apocalypse.

Weird.

Slowly, you wake up, immediately greeted by a a pounding headache concentrated at your forehead. Your limbs feel heavy, causing you to be moving so sluggishly. You wince in discomfort, though still blindly searching for your phone on your nightstand as the hum grew erratic and it was now accompanied the irritating trill of your ringtone - why did you chose that one again?

After nearly pushing it off your nightstand and fumbling a few times, you finally get to the call. You're surprised whoever's calling hasn't hung up yet.

"Hello?" you croak into the receiver.

"Hi," the voice on the other end chirps. You can't put a finger on who it belonged to. There's a small pause of hesitation before they continue. "How are you feeling this morning?"

You groan, your thinking still too foggy to try and figure out who was calling and merely reply, "Like shit."

"You did drink a lot last night," they remark.

"Last time I'm making any sort of bet with Kwon fucking Soonyoung," you mumble.

The high-pitched, breathy giggle tips you off.

It's Mingyu.

"Mingyu?" you sit up right away, but instantly regret when the headache shoots to the back of your head.

"Morning, sunshine," he replies, "Wanna go on a date?"

"Shut up," you cut him off immediately, though you find your cheeks growing warm and you could hear blood rushing through your ears.

"I'll treat you to hangover soup," Mingyu states more than he offers.

"You don't-"

"Be there in ten."

"Mingyu."

There's a click and then silence.

A sigh heavy on your breath, you flop back into your pillow and squeeze your eye shut. You're feeling something between embarrassed and confused. The events of last night were blurry and you have a feeling Mingyu knew what happened. You recall making a bet with Soonyoung, a couple drinks, and the rest was was muddy. There were flecks of memories here there: Jeonghan lugging a swinging Soonyoung away from you, stumbling to your hotel room, gentle swipes of a makeup wipe across your lips, and then -

Oh.

Your text notification goes off.

Mingyu: You won the bet yesterday btw. Mingyu: Soonyoung just doesn't know yet ;)

. . . .

This is not the date you were envisioning.

After ordering your bowls of soup, you chose a table in the back corner of the restaurant. Mingyu settled into the wooden stool that seemed all too small for him across from you. Only silence ensued. You did your best to keep busy, pretending to admire the walls were all marked up with colorful ink. Your eyes skimmed across the doodles and the notes.

Yuna was here!

LSH x KSY besties forever <3

Moon Junhui is a cat!

Mingyu was just . . . way too comfortable in this situation for this to be normal.

He was Mingyu for fucks sake! Handsome, tall, and handsome, but clumsy with his words as he was with the way he walked. As confident as he was, he was also easily humbled by playful teases that sent him into a pouting fit.

Yet, here he was, smiling to himself, then at you, his smile growing into something more saccharine every time he caught your eye in between quiet breaths trying to cool off his broth.

When you're finally on your last sip, Mingyu reaches over and tucks a strand of hair that had fallen loose behind your ear. Simultaneously, he asks casually, "Feeling better?"

You don't get a chance finish your soup, flinching at his touch and your spoon clattering into your bowl.

Mingyu frowns.

"W-what?" you stammer, your nails clawing into the aged wood of your chair.

He pauses for a moment, blinking once at you blankly, then twice. His expression is stoic, but you could tell from his eyes, he was thinking and calculating - perhaps even mustering up courage, something you didn't think he lacked unless it came to his friends (and even you) teasing him. His Adam's apple bobs up and down. Within a blink of an eye, he holds onto his seat and moves his chair along the edges and sits kitty corner to you.

Immediately, you shrink back, but Mingyu leans in closer. He rests the side of head on his first and gives you a small smile. It's tender and his eyes are shining and hopeful.

"You're acting funny," he explains calmly.

You only press your lips into a tight line and let your eyes fall into your lap. Your blinking rapidly, wondering if he can hear how loudly your hearts beating against your chest - wondering how he can stay so collected in a moment like this. Did his stomach hurt as much as yours right now or was it just the hangover?

"You remember, don't you?" he asks softly.

Yes, you did - perhaps all too vividly now.

If it was Jeonghan that took Soonyoung back to his room, then it was Mingyu who took you back to yours.

If it was Jeonghan who tucked Soonyoung to bed, then it was Mingyu who tucked you into yours.

Wet makeup wipe pulled taut against his fingers, your chin held between his thumb and index finger of his other hand, it was Mingyu who had swiped away the layers of foundation and mascara from your face - and of course, last of all, your lips that were tinted a flattering shade of pink.

Unconsciously, your hands flew to your mouth. You run your thumb slowly across the bottom part, remembering how his fingers once lingered across it similarly. His gaze following along the transparent lines of your bare lips.

Eyes heavy, drunk, and clearly not thinking straight, you had merely tipped your chin up and your lips touched his.

You see, drunk you was not you.

You at baseline was introverted and you liked to keep to yourself. At parties, sober, you were notorious for people watching.

However, you drunk was on the other end of the spectrum. You were bold and overtly friendly.

It was drunk you kissing Mingyu, so inevitably, an innocent touch of lips grew, well, steamy.

You deepened the kiss, your hands coming up to fist the fabric of his dress shirt and pull him closer. Mingyu reciprocated - the soiled makeup wipe forgotten on the floor, his hands reaching up to cup your cheek and gently adjusting your head to gain better access to your mouth. His lips molded against yours, the faint taste of strawberry soju lingering on your lips. You could feel his hot breaths as he sighed into the kiss, yet Mingyu grew breathless by the minute. You took all the air from his lungs with every shift of lips, but he also somehow felt like needed you to breathe.

Nonetheless, just as you were about to part your lips to welcome him in, Mingyu had pulled away.

He rested his forehead against yours, breathless.

"Let's stop here," he whispered into your lips. "Before we do something we regret - I-I don't want to do this while you're drunk."

Tired, you had complied, nodding and slowly slipping away.

But the point is, you didn't need Mingyu to know that you did.

"Sorry," you mutter and quickly add after a brief pause, "If I did something stupid last night. Um, drunk things - don't remember much."

Mingyu sighs. "Why are you so difficult?"

"Hm?" you furrow your brows together.

He cocks his head to the side and asks with a hint of frustration in his voice, "Is it so bad if you like me? If I like you?"

You malfunction, staring at him owlishly and your mouth spews words on its own. "Um, I l-like you?"

"I'm wondering the same thing," he replies. His eyes flicker at your almost finished bowl of soup then back up at you. They lock on your own and they're dark and hard, but not in a harsh kind of way. It's a look in which that tells you that he's serious and he means what he's trying to say. "Because I like you - quite a lot, Y/N."

"Oh," you say softly.

"That's all you have to say?" Mingyu asks.

"N-no, no," you shake your head and unfold yourself from your chair. Your hand flies up urgently to hold onto his military green jacket at the forearm. Mingyu looks down at it then returns to you and you retreat again.

"Uh, I mean," you scratch your head, "A-are you sure about that?" you shrug and continue, "It's, uh . . . I was drunk and drunk me is very different from sober me."

It's now Mingyu's turn to stare at you owlishly. For once, his expression relaxes into something unreadable.

And for some reason, that makes your heartache a little. As the seconds tick on, you find it difficult to keep holding his gaze.

To have him confess, but still be able to reciprocate the same.

To have him this close, but you aren't even comfortable hugging him.

Is it him or is it you?

"I love them both," Mingyu finally says. "Drunk you, sober you, crazy you, calm you, dumb you, smart you - I like them all." He chortles somewhat bittersweetly, like he's starting to lose hope. "How much clearer do I have to be?"

They say action speak louder than words, and for Mingyu, that was very true. You recall the improptu dinner with him a week ago where he had told you, his love language was acts of services - it's why he had his hands so deep into this wedding. Eunwoo was one of his best friends, so of course, he'd put that much more effort in making his big day even better.

For that same reason, it's why you did what you did now.

You lean forward and repeat the same events of the evening before, placing a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away just as fast.

Mingyu's eyes widen and his jaw grows slack.

Though it's you who made the move, it's also you who freezes. Your expression mirrors his, but there's a growing urge to push him out of the way and run for it because what the fuck did you just do?!

"Uh," Mingyu clears his throat, "Does this mean you like me too?"

"I . . . think so?" you stammer. You inhale deeply and nodded, examining the thought in your head like turning a coin in your palm. All things considered, you couldn't deny that over the course of these few weeks, you felt something for him.

And if you weren't to see him again after this trip is over?

It definitely made you sad.

They always say to marry someone you can't live without, right?

"I think so," you look up at him, stating more firmly this time.

You inch closer to him, chewing the inside of your cheek as you reach for his hand. He willingly lets you take it, wrapping his fingers around yours and giving you a firm, reassuring squeeze. He tries to suppress his growing grin, but it manages to peeks through in a sheepish, giddy chortle. He raises your intertwined hands up to his lips and plants a tender kiss on your knuckles, making a point to let it linger longer than what was normal.

Because actions speak louder than words, this was enough.

He liked you.

And you guess, you liked him too.

P.S. ?

Kwon Soonyoung lost the bet before it even started. Bold of him to think he could rizz up Lee Jihoon.

#mingyu x reader #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios #mingyu drabbles #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines

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gyusimp · 5 months

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modern Gyutaro x reader (fluff) who has like A TON of money and spends it on buying him things he always wanted/surprising him with a little too much presents.

°•Gyutaro x Rich reader Headcanons•°

I wrote this on a break at work and I just realized that you actually requested a Modern AU and I didn't remember 😭 pls forgive me, if you want other headcanons in a Modern AU please let me know and I'll fix my mistake but don't hate me lol

• You were the daughter of a great businessman in Japan, there were not many wealthy people at this time so everyone who knew who your father was treated you with immense respect, worthy of royalty. Your dad is a businessman looking to expand his income in several branches, not just one, so when he had the crazy idea of opening a tea house in the Yoshiwara Entertainment District everything was a success just like his other businesses.

• You had an entrepreneurial spirit just like him, so instead of settling for the allowances you received from him, you preferred to get to work and help him in each of his new businesses no matter what it was and thus generate your own profits at his side and his new success in Yoshiwara was no exception.

• You helped manage the house and organize the girls who worked there. Everything was very normal until after a few months you found out that there was a rumor of a creature that sneaked through the walls of brothels to steal pretty girls and turn them into its food. You didn't believe this children's story until one night you were face to face with that creepy creature with jutting bones, messy greenish hair, an imposing gaze and a merciless smile. The way you begged for your life before him seemed interesting and very different from what he was used to seeing so you awakened something inside him that made him let you live.

• Eventually you returned to see him again and again until with each of his visits the fear faded and you were able to slowly trust the other until you formed the strangest friendship you had ever had.

• Gyutaro was the Upper Moon 06, at first you didn't understand it but he explained how everything worked. You told him about you and he about him until the bond between the two of you grew closer and closer. Knowing more about Gyutaro and the shortcomings he had in his past made you feel the need to give him absolutely everything that he was deprived of in his human life, both material and emotional.

• His affectionate greetings towards you increased and made your and his heart race, every time he came you gave him things like expensive outfits to show him how handsome he was, pretty haoris to cover him from the cold and complete collections of books so that he might have a new hobby, even very expensive fragrances that he would never wear.

• All of this overwhelmed Gyutaro and made him think that you were a bit stupid wasting all your money like that. Not so much about wasting those things on a demon because someone like Douma would maybe use all those gifts, but about wasting your money on someone as insignificant and unpleasant as him. You noticed that he didn't reject your gifts at first but then he started to "forget" them after his visits and that made you feel a little bad. You asked him if he didn't like the color of that shirt or if it wasn't his size, if that perfume didn't match him or something like that and there he told you to stop wasting your money on him.

• It was new for him to receive so much attention from someone, positive attention and it confused him a lot but in the end he managed to explain everything to you and in the end you felt a little more relieved.

• You wanted to win over Gyutaro because you were starting to like him but you didn't want him to be misinterpreted as if you wanted to buy him, you were just someone who was very thoughtful with the people you loved and your pocketbook allowed you to give very unique gifts. But now you had to go a little slower so as not to overwhelm Gyutaro, so you would save the exaggerated and expensive gifts for later, although you couldn't help but give the boy a beautiful bouquet of flowers every time he came to see you and paint a noticeable blush all over his face when you handed it to him.

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #Gyutarofluff

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spidybaby · 1 year

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She | part 2

Summary: A long talk and a match can be the start to a change between Kylian and you.

Warning: none.

Part one

I know I took too long for this part, sorry about it 😭💜 hope you like this 🥹❤️

Frightening.

That's an adjective you can use to describe your situation. You're standing in front of his door, not knowing if you should turn around or knock on the door.

The minutes keep running as you stand there. The wood door is the only thing that separates you from him.

On the other side of the door, he's anxiously pacing around his living room, wondering if you're going to show up or not.

His questions were answered by the knock on the door, and his heart skipped a bit.

He was kind of ashamed of how fast he walked to the door, not wanting you to wait. When he opened the door, you were there.

He can't take his eyes off of you, the way your hair sits on your shoulders, the way that summer dress looks too good to be truth and the way your eyes are glued to his.

"Hi" is all he can say.

You smile at his shyness, finding it funny.

"Hi, Kyks" you say back.

The nickname makes him feel goosebumps. He moves so you can get inside the house. And you can't help but look around. This was the first time you were there. Back in the day, he owned an apartment and not a whole house.

"You," he cleared his throat, "want a glass of water? Wine?"

You only nod, answering but not answering his question. So, he walked you to the kitchen, showing you the way.

His house was beautiful, the color, the details, all his style. You remembered all the times he talked to you about buying a house together. And you can only think of what your future used to hold.

When you enter the kitchen, you see how kylian opens a big door, showing you his bottle collection. It was not a big one, but it was definitely a good one.

"Choose one, for us"

For us.

You walk inside the little pantry of bottles, your eyes looking around, and he has the most expensive wine you can name.

But your eyes widen in surprise when you see it. The bottle of wine he knew was your favorite. He used to keep a bottle around for every special occasion.

You take the bottle in your hands, and he can't help but smile, even if you can see it.

"Good choice," he says. "Let me get some glasses"

You follow him out of the pantry and sit on the chair he has in there. Your eyes glued to him, watching his every move.

"Here," he hands you the glass and pours one for himself.

You stay in silence for a while, looking at everything but his eyes.

"So" - "I want," you talk at the same time. You can't help but laugh at that. He moves his hands, indicating you to speak. "So," you repeat.

"I wanted to talk because I'm going to be around you, because of Nasser, and we might run into each other, I don't want to feel the tension, I want us to be able to be around each other like normal people." You were talking fast, too fast for him to catch up with every word. "And I just want a good start."

"Okay," he nods his head slowly.

"Okay?" You frown your eyebrows at how relaxed he was.

"I'm sorry," His eyes reflect his true feelings. He can't think of a good start without saying it first. "I was an asshole and a coward, I left you when you needed me to support you, even when you support my every move since day one."

"Kylian, I didn't." But he wasn't stopping. He wanted you to know how sorry he is.

"Don't," he stops you. "I can't go back and not do what I did, but I can show you how much I've changed, I'm not that immature twenty-two year old that was scared of change. I don't want you to hate me."

You can only blink at his words. You can't hate him, no matter what, you can't.

"Don't say that," your voice was monotone. "What you did hurt me, yes." You take a deep breath "but, I've changed too, and I've learned that as much as I want to change the past, I can't, Kylian, we can't."

You doubt a little, but take his hands in yours.

"We can only be better. And as much as I feel that my hate can be justified, " you joke, making him laugh."I can't hate you. You were my best friend, and no matter what you hold a special place in my heart"

His sight is focused on the way your thumbs are caressing his hands, the warmth that you're emanating, the softness of your palms.

"I'm sorry," he repeats.

"Look at me," your voice is firm, "We can't change the past. But we can learn from it and be better. Let's do baby steps. We're seeing each other in one way or another around, so this is the best"

He knew you were right. His friends are yours, his boss is yours. He can't ignore you even if he tries.

"Deal"

The smile that formed into your face has him drooling. How can you be that beautiful without trying?

The talk didn't finish there, you caught up with him, asking him about the club and him asking you about the moving. It was a long way ahead, but like you say, baby steps.

"Jules, can you send me again that email, Mister Nasser, ask me to answer? please"

You were stressed. It's been a few days into your moving, and you already feel like everything is going crazy.

Nasser did as promised and hired a whole agency to help you move into your new apartment.

And since he also promised, he was remodeling the office you were supposed to work in, so you had to work from home, thing that makes you feel crazy, not being able to find a lot of the things you needed due to not knowing where it was stored.

"Jules, can you also find my calendar?"

Jules was your assistant. She accepted to move countries with you, loving the way you worked and you loving the way she worked.

She was young and still studying, but she was good and efficient, things you liked.

"Thank you," you smile as she hands you the calendar. "I know I'm stressing you, but bear with me"

"The email is on the important carpet on your email, and you have an hour to be ready." Your confused look made her laugh. "y/n, don't tell me you forgot"

"I didn't" lies, you did.

"Okay, then I'll guess I don't have to say what you need to be ready for"

You narrow your eyes and look at your agenda, not wanting to admit that you did, in fact, forget what she was talking about.

"I'm just answering this, and I'll be ready for that." You smile, still confused.

Jules laughs, knowing your expression as the palm of her hand. "Okay, then I'm just putting this in your room, and I'll head out"

You nod concentrated into the email. Tying your best to be quick.

After a good twenty minutes, you finish with your work for the day, jules already gone, you check the time. You have exactly forty minutes to yet be ready for whatever you need to be ready for.

You walk to your room and in your bed you can see a paper bag with a note sticked to it.

"You did forget, have fun tho"

You smile at Jules calligraphy and open the bag. The PSG shirt is the only thing in the bag, making your mind clear as you remembered that Nasser asked you to come to the game with him.

You only take a deep breath, even tho Kylian and you are civil with each other, doesn't mean you'll be friends and you'll go to every game like you used to.

You connected your phone to the charger and got in the shower. Since you weren't going to wash your hair, it was a quick shower.

You picked some mom jeans, a tank top to put under the PSG shirt and your Jordan's. For your hair, you put your hair into a ponytail, and for makeup, you only did some concealer, powder, some blush, and using the same blush as eyeshadow you added mascara. Something light for you.

You disconnected your phone checking the time. You were on time to go to the stadium.

Nasser sent you your tickets and vip access with his assistant, so you didn't have a problem. You get inside. Grabbing your purse and wallet, you walk to the elevator and down to your car.

The ride to the stadium was a calm one. The traffic was starting to get heavy as everyone was trying to get there. Thankfully, Nasser reserved you a spot at the parking lot. Which makes your life easier.

Once you walk inside and find your boss and some other executives, you greet everyone with a smile.

"So Happy you actually made it, I was getting worried you leave me here alone." He joked.

"Oh no, as I said on the phone yesterday, I'm so excited to see the match." Lies, you didn't want to be there.

You make small talk with Nasser wife. The game starts, and you notice Kylian was the captain. You knew his parents were somewhere around. They tried to always come to their games.

It was a good match. PSG was winning 2-0 against the other team. Something that made Nasser really happy. His wife told you they were having kind of a bad season, so this match was a game changer.

The first half was done. You take this as an opportunity to check your phone, Ethan sent you a dm.

You laugh at his messages, and you check his story, noticing he was at the game with his mother.

After a good five minutes, you get up of your seat, ready to say hi to him as you open your arms. He was taller, a lot taller.

You hugged him tightly, Ethan, and you were close. When you moved to London, he was very sad but you promised to text him every day and you kept that promise.

You let go of him and kissed his cheek. You asked him to sit next to you. Luckily, there was an empty spot.

"Why didn't you call me?" He was happy to see you. He always saw you as his sister. And you loved him as your baby brother.

Growing up as an only child, you never had that sibling love, but Ethan gave you enough love for a lifetime. And you were grateful for him.

"I was going to." You didn't lie. You were going to do it as soon as you were totally moved. "But I wanted to have my apartment ready"

You showed Ethan the pictures of your new home. He was excited for you to be back. He also knew his brother was also happy for you to be back.

Ethan stayed with you during the second half of the match, PSG scored another goal. The fans were happy, and so did the team.

You were happy, missed the adrenaline of the games, missing the emotional environment of the stadium.

You were obvious of the eyes that had been on you the whole second half. Kylian, find out you were at the game. Thanks to Twitter, he saw a picture of you next to Nasser's wife, and when he found your location every time he could, he would look at you.

You were back at your house, exhausted but happy for the team. After all, they're Paris team.

You change into more comfortable clothes to sleep, wash your face and brush your teeth, and do your skincare.

You were laying in bed reading some book your friend recommended focused on the words, when you hear the sound of an insta notification you grab your phone checking it.

You smile down at the dm Kylian sent you. You were lying if you said you weren't expecting it. After all, you find out Twitter fans noticed your presence at the game. And probably he did too.

You laugh, knowing he was referring to you. You chose to joke along with him.

You knew you say baby steps, but talking to him like you used to feel good, you don't want that feeling to go away just yet.

You laugh, knowing he was joking and choosing it was enough jokes for the night. You left your book and phone at your nightstand and turned the lights off.

Your mind was tired but still awake enough to create hopes up for you, was he just joking?

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sweet-evie · 4 months

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Does fanfic exist of SaShiSu just being housemates? I need this AU so bad 😭

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Like I want more wholesome shenanigans between the three of them...

Like, I need more content of just Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru being the best of friends going through ups and downs together, navigating through that phase in life where high school ends and university days begin.

Satoru is the rich friend and wanted to buy the three of them a house with his parents' money, but Suguru and Shoko refuse and are adamant about showing rich boy what it's like to live in the real world.

So they rent a 3-bedroom 2-bathroom apartment unit... (Satoru and Suguru share a bathroom, and Shoko gets her own bathroom, for obvious reasons). It's still pretty upscale compared to most, but they all agreed to pitch in for the rent and utilities.

I want to see moments where Satoru learns how to do laundry, moments where Suguru figures out how to make the perfect fried rice recipe, moments where Shoko stays up super late to study and the boys stay up with her and help her with flash cards and stuff.

They have game nights, movie nights, spring cleaning days, laundry days.

I want to see friendship fights and friendship fluff afterwards.

I want to see moments where they have personal emergencies, and they each know how to take care of each other.

I want to see them get drunk together. Satoru gets wasted first because he's a lightweight and he RARELY drinks. He consumes alcohol like once a year and only because he lost to Suguru in a bet.

They're each other's best wingman and wing-woman and they roast each other so hard, like only best friends can.

They see each other's best qualities and know each other's worst habits.

I want to see Satoru whining and complaining when he keeps finding black and brown strands of hair everywhere. He also finds stray hair clips and hair ties in the most random places.

I need to hear Shoko complain about all the random shit Satoru and Suguru keep buying and placing around the house. They don't even need most of it. One or two or five is fine, but sometimes it accumulates and ends up cluttering the kitchen counters and takes up valuable cooking space.

(Like why do we need Digimon figurines in the kitchen? Why do jars of multi-colored marbles keep multiplying on available counter spaces?)

I want to see Suguru being passive-aggressive, sassy, and petty about his two housemates not carrying their own weight when it comes to housework. Suguru's toxic trait is that he refuses other people's help when it comes to cleaning because he has a way of doing things that he MUST follow and NO ONE is allowed to mess with it, but he gets annoyed when people don't help him while he's cleaning.

I want to see them juggle part-time jobs and college schoolwork... Well, Shoko and Suguru would get jobs. Satoru is a nepo-baby.

Even if Satoru is a nepo-baby, he at least knows what normal people (like you and me) do to function and live in a society drenched in capitalism, and it's all thanks to Suguru and Shoko.

When Shoko and Suguru struggle to make ends meet financially, it's Satoru to the rescue! They rarely ask for his help, obviously, but rich boy finds out anyway and if he can help, HE WILL HELP.

The three of them are family at this point.

If you date any one of them, just know that they're a package deal. You can't have one without the two.

I want a disney movie with the three of them as main characters, basically -- where friendship and family love saves the day! 🙌

Is this too much to ask?

From Gege? Well, yes... 😩

(JJK canon has just broken me beyond repair... *sobs in Ch #236).

#jujutsu kaisen #sashisu #sashisu au #jjk #satoru suguru shoko #sashisu imagines #i love this trio so much #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #suguru geto #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #ieiri shoko #wbad blog #wbad shit posts

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eggtartz · 1 year

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We need a midoriya finding out about the reader and about her being his SISTER mha x reader 😳

Midoriya x sister reader

Midoriya did not know that he had a sister and didn't even know of her existince. Later on he found out about her and let me tell you😭 in this AU midoriya has a TWIN BROTHER, okay, okay, okay, let's pause right there!!!😭

So midoriya has a sister and a twin brother that he doesn't know he has but eventually finds out.

The readers quirk has something to do with lighting but it's called 'lightning death' (you can call the quirk whatever you want if you don't like the name) When the reader actives her quirk she can lift some of her hair strings and make them longer and she can also rap people around with her hair strings. Kinda like what Ibara Shiozaka the girl from class 1b did to Denki in the sports festival but expect the readers hair doesn't lift her whole entire hair up only some good amount of her hair but she can if she wants to but it's straight and sometimes when it's she has it all lifted up it's like floated. Y'know how Daki uses that sash of hers? Yeah the same thing with the reader but it's her hair not a sash😭 And so when the reader lefts her hair up and raps people around it, she can also zap them with lightning. And then she can turn her hair back to it's normal form.

Wanna know why her quirk is called 'death' lightning. It's because she also has this other form where appears a skull tattoo on her forehead and she has skull pupils. And (f/c) strings in her hair. (f/c stands for favorite color) The reason is because the skulls she has in her eyes in her pupils, are what she calls 'Death eyes' The reason she calls them that is because when she activates them, let's say she looks at some people and then she unactivates the death eyes. And in just a second you'll see the people who she looked at with her death eyes literally dead on the ground and their head is not connected with their body like their head has literally fallen off their neck. And then you can see them all dead in the ground with their heads unattached to their necks and their all dead and around her.

And she's just sitting their on a pile of people dead with their heads on the ground and she's just sitting there holding someone's head up to her face with a SMILE🤯

The reason her quirk is called 'Lightning death' is because she can kill people with her death eyes in the speed of the lightning and she can also zap people with her hair. So the trio (Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki) were on hero training and tried to find the villians, and there are also some pro heros with them (it can be literally any hero that's with them even endeavor LMAO) and so then they find her finding he villians and using her quirk in them.

It turns out it was because she wants to protect her brother who is izukus twin because her brother is quirkless (just like midoriya 😭)

SORRY THIS LOOKS SOO LONG, ITS HONESTLY JUST ME DESCRIBING THE READERS QUIRK, I just love your writing, okayyy??😭

very special a/n : holy shit anon how do you even have ideas for these im honestly impressed of how creative you are

a/n : let me just *grabs glasses* okie i'll try my best to write this because it's so good i don't deserve your creativity anon

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midoriya izuku has always thought he was an only child, well, he thought. his father who was always overseas actually has bought his siblings with them, so you have grown apart from him. you also had a brother who was twins with midoriya, having green curly hair too the only feature differentiate between the two of them are midoriya had freckles while your brother doesn't.

growing up outside japan, you haven't developed your quirk at all considering how it's bizzare to practice your quirk there comparing to japan that normalizes them. you have heard your father mentioning your quirk was something lightning related and was very strong if used properly.

the thing is you don't even know how to active them. that was until,

you saw your brother who got bullied because he isn't fluent in japanese and because he's quirkless. enraged, you accidentally activated your quirk so your hair came to life and the strands went to wrap themselves on the bullies bodies, suffocating them. to add more damage, your lightning quirk that you have no sense control of made your hair as a travelling medium therefore electrocuting them not to much but enough to inflict pain as a warning. you didn't realized what you did was wrong until you saw your little brother at a corner looking stressed, covering his ears and eyes. you rushed towards him, letting go of the bullies.

"let's go y-y/n" he stuttered looking mortified.

you felt guilty for making him feel that way and wanted to reach to touch his shoulder, until you felt the electricity bolt still in your palm. you didn't wanted to hurt your brother so you clenched your fist to avoid using them again. unbeknownst to you, the bright light from the lightning prior has attracted some unwanted attention.

nearby a group of villain and their goons are destroying stores at an alley until they saw the light. the leader who has a black mask that covered his face and ears smirked behind the mask. he knew, that might be a pro hero and what better way to climb onto the top of the top villain if not by killing some weak pro hero?

he instructed his goons to swarm the area and found you two there. your brother practically shivered in his spot and you still couldn't touch him, fearing you might hurt him. "oh so it wasn't any pro hero. just brats. well that's okay for me, i'll just make you my hostages then. after that, your beloved all might is gonna come and save you then i'll kill him" he said with a sinister tone.

you wanted to use your quirk but how? damn it the lighting is going off like last time?! maybe, you need to feel some emotion to activate them. "stay away! leave us alone!" you hugged your brother tight while the villain came approaching, slowly.

"oh and why should i? you don't even know how to use your quirk, poor girl and he doesn't have any quirk. wait, do you want to know what my quirk is?" he touched his chest, eyes proud.

"no-"

"shut up little girl and let the boss talk" one of his goons that also wore masks said.

"well, my quirk is nothing powerful but it works out everytime for me. what i do is i can control people in five minutes, making them my puppet. but once they touch me physically, they'll be my puppet for eternity. hm, how do you think about that little girl?" he raised his eyebrows at you and suddenly your brother walked at him, you just realizing that he just used his quirk on your brother.

not knowing what to do your hair moved to grabbed you brother only for one of the goons to slash through your hair. you were becoming frustrated and angry, so your lighting came out from your palm. you directed them to one of the goons but they avoided the lightning's, as if they knew what your next move was.

you were getting more and more angry, your brother almost reaching the sinister villain so you screamed. you screamed so loud the walls crumbled and you without noticing it, also have changed form. your once black hair changed colours to yellows ones while your pupils were white and had skulls as eyes.

with another scream, you grew a tattoo on your forehead which looked like a skull. your hair grew in length and reached for the goons, automatically electrocuting them. they writhed in pain.

the goons that had quirk and heavy weapons slashed your hair but once they make eye contact with you, they screamed in pain and they got beheaded. holding an evil smile, you made more eye contact with the goons, killing them in less than ten seconds.

"what do we do boss?!"

"don't make eye contact with her! take her head!"

while you were busy with the villains, the actual pro hero who was on patrol with their mentor, eraser head was nowhere nearby to hear the commotion. however they were nearby enough to see the bright light.

"whoa sensei what was that?!" midoriya asked.

"looks like an electric power shock. perhaps the resident there accidentally messed up with the power" aizawa replied.

"but the range is small, shouldn't the electricity gone off if it's a power shock?" shoto asked again.

"VILLAIN. IT'S A VILLAIN THEN. FINALLY A VILLAIN" bakugou said with enthusiasm while running to the area where the light came from.

in current time, your hair isn't stretched anymore as you sat on the piles of the goons bodies while smiling. your brother was hiding somewhere, afraid you were gonna kill them and him too. the boss was kneeling, writhing in pain as his quirk didn't worked on you.

your rage was too much that your other emotions were clouded, making the boss failing to penetrate your thoughts to control you. you walked down the piles of body, using them as ladders. when you got near the boss he averted his gaze but you hooked your fingers under your chin and looked at him with intensity. he didn't only got beheaded but shocked with an immense electric power with the contact so he died in much, much pain.

satisfied with your work, you were going to walk away until you heard voices.

"whoa! so much dead bodies!"

"stay back! there might be another villain who killed this one!"

"sensei, look"

there were four, no, five sets of eyes looking at you. four of them saw you as a threat and they began to approach you. you didn't have skulls for eyes anymore as they were consuming too much energy from this form of your body.

"shoto, bakugou. you know what to do"

the two striked you with ice then intense heat from the fire then firing you with explosives. maintaining your form, you created a barrier with your hair, setting the hair with electricity.

"seems like her quirk is electric sensei" midoriya said.

"i have to get close to her to erase her quirk, or else she'll do more damage" aizawa approached your hair and tried wrapping his ropes around your hair.

together, aizawa's rope, shoto's ice and fire, bakugou's constant explosive, midoriya saw an opening and used his texas smash on your hair. your hair barrier came off, exposing yourself now vulnerable. aizawa has successfully erased your quirk but your form was still maintained.

your brother who was still watching from his hiding spot couldn't move his body, one thing because he's still scared and one more thing that's his twin brother! he can't let you get arrested by your own twin brother! he needed to do something but your emotions were still clouded, seeing how your form isn't going to normal.

so he lunged himself towards you, protecting you from the four pro heroes who were going to arrest you.

"what the-"

"HUH? ANOTHER DEKU?!"

"what is the meaning of this?"

"stop! deku, it's me your twin brother and this is your sister. we were with father outside japan so you might don't know us but we know you! im sorry, she was angry and lost control. let me talk to her and she might calm down!" your brother frantically explained. your brother now looked at you, his eyes looking at your empty ones.

slowly, your emotions relaxed but when he hugged you the form of your body instantly went back to normal and you collapsed. your brother sighed in relief and flinched when midoriya touched his shoulder.

"oh im sorry deku. father didn't told us where you lived with mother so we kinda went off track. onee-san did a lot for me today, i think she must be tired" midoriya looked at aizawa and he nodded. he took out his cellphone and dialled a number.

"huh you don't have freckles like midoriya" shoto said while examining his face and your injuries.

"YOU DON'T HAVE QUIRK TOO DEKU NUMBER TWO?" bakugou scowled. your brother nodded in fear.

"can you walk? i'll bring your sister and you for proper treatment at the hospital. all might's on the way"

"so what's your name?" midoriya asked softly, not wanting to scare his twin brother anymore.

"suzuki. her name's y/n. im sorry she caused a bit of chaos, she was just protecting me. father didn't told us where you and mother lived so we got off track." suzuki lowered his head, trying not care because he just burdened his sister and almost made her arrested.

"don't worry suzuki, it's just she can't control her quirk well but she didn't harm anyone so don't worry okay?" midoriya patted his twin brother's head, assuring him while he quietly sobbed.

he couldn't wait to bring you two back home, bus mother must be happy and excited to see you two.

#mha #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfic #mha fanfiction #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction #midoriya izuku #mha deku #deku x reader #bnha midoriya #bnha izuku #bnha deku #mha midoriya #mha izuku

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ohwhatabeautifulnightmare · 7 months

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I played with the Parisian Heroes

Well...the ones from the paris special anyways. I might play with Claw Noir if they release one with a white background (I'm too lazy to remove it myself lmao, and my main issue is his hair)

In the Maribat? Get In! Discord Server, we discussed emonette looking better with a pixie cut. I played with a few different versions based on what was in the picture (except for the two with the weird spiky thing going on. I tried to steal the side of emodrien's hair 😂) Also decided that it would also work better with a plain ponytail. Probably would even work with her multimouse buns (begs why Shadybug has them and she doesn't when Marinette and Ladybug both have pigtails 🤔)

I guess Adrien's hair style switch is supposed to be equivalent to Marinette's streak? idk. I think Adrien should have gotten colored tips like Luka and Marinette could have switched up her style entirely, just like Shadybug.

Emonette's shows what she started with. Emodrien's does not because I'm lazy and I wasn't making a ton, I was just messing with his outfit and hair... shaving the side of his head... y'know. Normal stuff 😂

In hindsight, I probably should have brought the shaved side more flat so it looks less like a visible parting but oh well.

All the pictures are below the cut to avoid spoilers for who doesn't want them 😊

Edit (before I even post lmao): so I put the collar because I didn't like how I made his neck look without the turtleneck. HOWEVER. I downloaded the version with the collar onto my phone and used the object eraser, and I don't hate it.

So here.

You get what he started with compared with the other two versions.

No, I do not know how I made him paler 🤣

OH,

And the colors in his hair are from his shirt since I removed them. Emonette got pink from Zag, so Emodrien/Angstdrien got his shirt colors from me.

Might shave Adrien's whole head later. @littlemourningstar gave me the idea and now it's just marinetting in my mind.

Marinating.

...oh my God I'll cry if dark Adrien doesn't love puns anymore 😭😭😭

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valkyrieofsmut · 1 year

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Just wanted to share how I see reader in any self insert fanfics I read

(I DID NOT DRAW THESE!!! I MADE THEM IN PICREW!! But otherwise I own... Myself basically? Just like... A different looking version of myself??? Whatever lol)

First image is her as a 12 yr old child who has a serious case of resting bitch face syndrome which may have left her with little to no friends and leads her into a lot of fights that could have been avoided but she was perfectly fine with that lol

2nd is her as a teenager (and had just beaten the hell out of someone, only applicable to some fics though otherwise she's normal and NOT covered in blood lol) but couldn't be bothered to cut her hair and barely brushes it which is why it's in a ponytail (she wakes up too early just to get to school you think she's gonna bother cutting it or/and brushing it?) She also developed a more apathetic resting face instead of angry... People find it more unnerving which amuses her and makes them less likely to approach her, much less bother or confront her lol

3rd is her as a full grown adult who has cut her hair a bit shorter than her teenage years but she still prefers to just braid it (a bit more work but it stays in and doesn't get messy as easily) and she learned to smile when amused... Which is all the more terrifying for others since it doesn't quite look... Normal and seems off.. especially if you only ever seen her other more angry looking or/ and her apathetic face and she's just fine with that and even does it to mess with what small group of friends she has

Of course this is all toned down or cranked up depending on what fic I'm reading lol

For example in Tokyo Revengers' Bonten timeline it's cranked to the max but with your bone brigade boys she's much kinder and even sweet (plus the boys can feel her intent so it don't bother them as much I reckon, at least not enough to bring it up...)

And she knows how to slide in her normal mask (any autistic folks here would know all about that... Me included) for her work/dealing with society soo...

In short she might be just a TAD unhinged in some fics, some she's a downright serial killer, and some just misunderstood lol

Wow... My self inserts are super lame and unimaginative in comparison....

Female. Long hair (mine can be tucked in my waistband, I sit on it occasionally...), usually a strawberry blond or purple in color. Eyes, two of them, usually a blue-green color. Shorter than I actually am because I want my mans to be taller than me for once!! 😭😭😭 A body that if I think about it is; Big boobs because I can't remember what life is like without them... Lol (one cup can make a hat... My friends decided to mess with them... Lol), chubby, ten fingers, ten toes... a tail and ears in reaction to situations sometimes, and... Um... Clothes... Either jeans or leggings... Big baggy shirt... Sneakers/skate shoes... Oh! Almost forgot a mouth and nose! Because she does breath, and talks sometimes... Lol

Thank you for sharing!

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schnaf · 1 year

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@loveyouhomex tagged me, thank you ♥

1. Why did you choose your url?

short version: i used it on another site before. long version: one time, when i was really bored at school, i doodled some animals and everything felt normal, but then i realized the animal i doodled wasn't a regular animal but a sheep - snail hybrid - a schnaf in german, if you will. a few days later, i decided to make a new account on my first (and up to that point only) fanfic site because after one year, i felt like i needed a new start. but it felt rather temporary - i left the old account after not that long either and i thought i'd stay on the new account even shorter. so i just picked a random name - the animal i came up with a few days before. joke's on me, it became my identity.

2. Any side blogs?

yeah, i have a football side blog where i posted pics i took at matches, i have a side blog for a former fandom but i lost interest in it as soon as i created the side blog so... sorry, no new side blogs for fandom, i'm a one blog mess once again ♥ also several shared blogs for projects and stuff

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

i deserve senior discount and stuff, it's been a bit over 11 years now

4. Do you have a queue tag?

i once used a word, then i used q, then i decided to just let people know EVERYTHING is on queue here. also if i'm actually online and posting... no i'm not ♥

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

a friend of mine had tumblr and she always sent me posts of cute animals and footballers and one day i was like "ah imma join the source" - again, it didn't feel like a big decision and i didn't think it'd last that long

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

it's a screenshot from this video

youtube

gaon was insane for this. that's all.

7. Why did you choose your header?

it's from the hair cut mv and it's just such a peak scene....... THE VIBES THE COLORS the two pretty bois hehe. added bonus is gaon's "welcome" but well, couldn't put that into a gif.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

it's a sernando gifset 😭😭 a friend back then was like "oh there was a sernando moment right now" so i looked it up immediately and was like "you know what? imma make a gifset right away" and it still gets notes nowaday, even though it was such a short moment and rather low effort

9. How many mutuals do you have?

almost all the people i follow are mutuals, that's very nice ♥

10. How many followers do you have?

quite a bunch ♥

11. How many people do you follow?

a few less than follow me

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

have i ever not made a shit post

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

too often

14. Did you ever have a fight / argument with another blog?

👀 why would i, the most peaceful person on this webbed site, have an argument, let alone a fight, with someone on here. so yeah the answer is yes

15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog posts’?

the good old "reblog this or you're a shitty person" stuff sucked, but it almost died out? it got a little revival through the polls tho. currently, there are those instructions how to be a good blogger and how to avoid looking like a bot and it's like reblog stuff!!!! and oof. i mean it's valid but it's pretty annoying. also i don't want people to reblog stuff bcs they feel like they have to - they should do it on their own will. for example, sometimes, i feel like network people only reblog each others post and compliment each other because they have to (or feel like they have to) and oof that's pretty annoying. but 🐸☕

16. Do you like tag games?

it may not look like it because it takes me such a long time to answer them, but there's a reason why i keep them in my likes and answer them even after a long time ♥ so yesss!

17. Do you like ask games?

same as above!

18. Which of your tumblr mutuals is tumblr famous?

you shouldn't be famous on tumblr

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

i heard they're all on tumblr, that's pretty embarrassing, so... no ://

20. Tags

@jcamilov06, @blacks-phoenix, @sunshine304, @ker-sunshine, @eyes-of-simha, @xjungsu, @todaviia, @manuelmueller, @chipsyio and @jorzuela - do itttt ♥

#careful - i accidentally spilled some tea ://#Youtube

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aliceyabusamesoneball · 2 years

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if you would be so gracious to, Noel Levine

noel 💗💗💗💗💗 anyways

from what i remember pretty much nothing is said about how noel likes to dress but i could be wrong 🤔 but looking at pictures of him he seems to have a pretty clear style to me

i am not taking into account what he looked like as a kid because i don't think that was in his control

this is his regular outfit 😊😊😊 it kinda looks like a school uniform to me but idk

something that stands out to me about a lot of his outfits are the collar of the shirts

(he looks so handsome here btw) like even in his halloween costume he's still wearing a collar that pops up (idk how else to describe it)

and here too (i am not 100% sure behind the context of this picture but i think it's like a school au thing)

so i think he mostly likes to wear button up shirts that have collars that pop out

+ he normally wears an accessory with the collar (either a bow or a tie)

here is his outfit without the jacket thing

speaking of the jacket thing he normally always wears something over his shirts so maybe he gets cold easily?? or he just likes being covered up

the two jackets between his normal outfit and the school one both seem like blazers with the fancy triangle things on the side (i don't know what they're called..) and they also have buttons (noel really likes buttons)

the jacket he's wearing in his halloween costume seems to be thicker and it also has fur trim but that makes sense because halloween is in october and it's cold in october

he also wears this outfit in the photobooth which doesn't really seem his style + i'm pretty sure he made a comment about feeling like the clothes were wearing him instead of the other way around (but it does look very nice on him)

even though it's not something he picked out it does fall within the color scheme that he typically wears which is mostly blues, whites and touches of gold (the gold makes sense because it matches his hair) but the blue isn't like a light pastel blue it's more of a deeper blue (like claire's) (both of their theme colors are blue though so that makes sense)

he's also wearing navy blue here i think?? or black i'm not sure but yeah mostly blues

in terms of accessories he doesn't really have many except for the gold clip on his regular outfit but his halloween outfit has some accessories like the collar (but i think that's part of the costume itself) and the pretty blue flower thing

he mostly just wears accessories on like the triangle part of the jackets he wears

there's also this (he looks so cute here but anyways) he is wearing a scarf with a blue plaid (i think that's what it's called) scarf which matches his outfit!! and also the santa hat but that's not really important

also i just feel like i have to include this because it is one of his outfits but it's just like blue swimming shorts (however it does have a little bow like his regular outfit so that's a nice detail)

he almost dresses like a less stylistically developed claire but like masculine with the colors and the flower accessory which i think is cute

overall here is probably what i would style him with:

definitely a shirt with a popped collar, probably a white one or maybe a nice dark blue one

a bow or tie to go with it

a blazer with buttons to go over it (either blue or black)

maybe some gold clips to clip onto his blazer

for colder weather probably just a blue jacket with fur trim and some buttons along with a scarf (but he could always layer with his other jackets too)

for fancy occasions probably like a navy blue/black suit jacket blazer thing (i don't know what to call it 😭😭😭) and a pretty blue flower clip on thingy (he can match with claire 🤗)

#whnoc #noel levine #SORRY THIS ISNT AS DETAILED AS CLAIRE'S but she does have like the most content out of all the wh characters so #he's almost matching with claire #hes so cute #i love noel #smooching him #piper clothes

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tonesplash · 3 years

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dancing to nothing at all

pairing: edward cullen x fem!reader

warnings: a little over 2k words,inconsistent pov?, friends to pining lmao, cursing, vague highschool sports mention, canon-compliant stalking/jealousy, vague descriptions of partying, underage drinking+ drug use, EMETOPHOBIA WARNING!!, reader is a year above ed and an athlete, i might have coded her, crushes, almost-kisses,im gonna be real this is just highschool fantasy cheese 😭

a/n: like the last full fic posted, this too was written in a day. fuck rome :3( this one was almost gender-neutral i think there's 2 times the reader is gendered I'm sorry )

(Y/n)- Your name (L/n)- Last name (B/n)- Bitch name

He meets you on a game day. You're a year above him, face painted in the colors of your alma mater as you and a majority of the athletic department storm into his lunch period to... start a riot? Maybe? A cacophony of thought storms at the interruption, dozens of uniformed teens flooding in with their noisemakers and megaphones and drowning out any bit of coherency to rally for a game that doesn't start until sundown. Alice had been excitedly watching the door since she’d sat down, ignoring the many messages pinging her phone in favor of waiting for the fanfare. She squeals now, as the crowd parts just right and when he follows her line of sight—

You stand at the center, smiling brightly and laughing with your friends as a chant starts and he can distantly hear the admins and hall monitors filing out of their offices to shut it down, but he doesn't spare them more than a millisecond of thought to watch you. Your body moves hypnotically to the stomps and claps around you, undeterred by your brightly colored uniform. Your (h/c) hair twists with every movement and he can see how delightfully the exertion has flushed your face, and Edward thinks he can feel the warmth of it across the hall.

Your head whips around at the first call for order from the hallway, breaking from the rhythm to push further into the room, your gait completely changed as you break away from the crowd.

The rest of the crowd hadn't caught on yet, still hollering and clapping to another song, but you kept your head down, flawlessly mingling between the lunch-goers as if you didn't bring a tsunami of sweat and adrenaline down upon them all. An adult spots you breaking off from the second floor, knowing very well the only person who could gather a crowd this large before noon. She calls your last name over the banister.

You don't seem to notice, now breaking past the normal lunch crowd to his lonely corner and—Edward braces himself just in time as you push past two loitering lower classmen to slide onto his bench. He tries to hold his breath, but the heat of your thigh is hard to miss with the way your shorts stretch high over the muscle as it presses almost completely to his own. He wonders if you were sent to punish him. Alice smiles darkly at the both of you, picking up her phone for a less-than discreet picture.

“Act natural or I’ll throw bricks at your house.” You deadpan and wink when Alice sniggers behind her hand, flicking the other playfully towards you just as a woman approaches toting a radio and overflowing keyring. Edward eyes the space between the two of you and how her presence seems to roll over you like water off a duck's back.

You pull an apple out of your decorated letterman and prepare to take a bite—

"With me, (L/n). You know the drill." Sandra Simpson, guidance counselor currently on lunch duty, and currently very over seeing your last name embroidered across your back everywhere she turned.

He has to admit the shock and confusion on your face is convincing, and you already look plenty comfortable next to him, all things considering.

"What are you talking about, miss?" Your pretty nose scrunches in barely contained irritation, ready to stomp your foot to escape, but not quite yet, and he appreciates the restraint and finds that most days it's his favorite thing about you.

The older woman waves her fingers in a 'come hither' motion while she signals a varsity athlete off of a tabletop. You remain unaffected, sweeping your jacket off in a wave of perfume and draping it across the table to keep your arms from the cold. You fold them and use one to support your head while you ignore the motion, bored with this conversation already.

"I'm not doing it today, sweetheart, let's go.'"

"What did I do?" Your delivery is flat this time, not as pitchy to really put the 'G' in gaslight as you finally bite your apple. Your foot bounces under the table. A sophomore girl is caught mid-cartwheel a few tables down and another chip bag explodes in lieu of fireworks.

"Oh, so you don't see the foolishness around me right now? Am I imagining that?" She's losing her patience and he can see in Alice's mind—you, home and alone for the first Friday in weeks, and Edward decides immediately that can never come to pass.

"I didn't—" He cuts in before you can implicate yourself, smoothly leaning around you to address the admin and swooning internally when your perfume wafts from your hair and burns his lungs. He carefully articulates when he says your name for the first time.

"Ms. Simpson, (Y/n)'s been sitting with us for twenty minutes, she couldn’t have led them here," Edward says, high and even with eyes so clear and golden, he could have told her she could fly and she’d’ve believed him. He senses a change in tonight's forecast, but he can't bring himself to look just yet.

“I think it was (B/n).” Alice helpfully provides as you stare each other down. You take another bite to drive your innocence home and blink boredly as she purses her lips, the decision already made as she makes an unimpressed noise.

"Next time I see you here, it better be during your lunch, (L/n)." She warns before another crowd passes the double doors, jogging in her pumps to catch up.

You spin so fast to face him that the ends of your hair whip him in the face, but he doesn't mind the sting as long as you keep looking at him like that.

"So, you guys are coming to shake some ass tonight, right?"

He finds out later that Rosalie had been keeping you to herself all this time. That you'd made quick friends the semester before and hang out occasionally in between whatever his family does when they aren't haunting public schools. He asks about you and she scoffs, making a note to text you about it later. The lack of surveillance initially offends his sister, who figured if he had anything to say, it'd have come months ago.

He'd declined, by the way, when you'd asked him to come to the game. It was still early autumn. If he left at the right time he might find a shady spot — He said no to the after-party invitation too, though Alice had gotten the details of the party from you before the period ended. You didn’t seem all that turned off by his indifference either, instead stroking a soft hand over his arm and thank him for his help before leaving him to sit with Alice. She suggests place settings as she goes.

Its hours after the game has ended when he has the gall to seek you out, you're calling your mom from a payphone outside the stadium while your friends wait in a clown car on the curb, swearing across your heart to spend the entire night at (F/n)’s, you promise while twining your hands and ankles behind your back and imagining all the things you were going to get into far away from anyone's home. He imagines what talking to you on the phone would be like, would you also cross your ankles to relieve any giddiness? He can't see himself flustering you, but the idea makes him crack a smile.

Edward knows what the nightlife can be, better than most, he likes to think. So, being safe, he trails the overstuffed sedan further and further from home until you are too many towns down and dangled by your ankles by some loud little boys who don't even know your last name. They could at least keep your hair off their shoes.

It makes him seethe with something dark and green for the first time in a while, but he has the decency not to ruin your night— lets you finish the keg and wipe your chin with your shirt before they set you right side up again, the cheering crowd hitting an all-time high before dying again to music and conversation.

You stand there for a second, swaying in place like you’d forgotten what you were doing. Someone claps you on the shoulder, and when you look up, he thinks you're too drunk to notice him through the crowded living room and blinding lights, but you do, (e/c) honing in on widened gold as you push through more drunk party-goers to approach him. He can smell the spiked punch. It practically rolls off your heated skin in waves, and there are bits of confetti tangled in your hair. His hand unthinkingly reaches for the blue bit near your eye and does his best to pretend he didn't put it in his pocket.

You smile dumbly at him, losing your train of thought again before rebooting, batting your lashes, and pinching the shirt Alice told him you’d like between your shiny nails.

“This is really nice, is it boyfriend material?”

His initial response is to frown and deflect the question, but it makes your brows scrunch in a pout at the soft rejection. That fraction of displeasure on your face at his response makes something in him explode.

In that second, he isn’t dead and damned, cursed to sin and steal and kill—

He is just someone who likes a pretty girl. A pretty girl who invited him out, and probably wouldn't do it again if he screwed this up. You would need a ride home, anyway.

Edward has never hated himself more for what he's about to do. He leans closer and flashes his pretty teeth and you mirror it, forgiving the snub entirely.

“Sorry, I don’t believe in love at first sight. Can you do that again?”

Talking with you is easy, Edward thinks. He can see how you could befriend even Rosalie by the way you speak, your body moving animatedly as you make something he’s witnessed before sound like the word of God. You’re the life of the party, and no matter how often he pulls you away for more private chats or dances, someone or something always comes creeping up to bask in your light along with him.

When you ask something of him, he can’t help but relent, saying things he knows he shouldn’t, but you're just so warm and light he can’t help but let the words flow freely. He does as much as he can to keep you talking, bringing your drinks and snacks upon request and at some point, a thc battery that loosens you up that much more, the last stress of the night falling from your shoulders in a serene moment before you cough violently, nearly throwing yourself off the bathroom counter he'd convinced you to steady your legs on.

“Is this boyfriend material?” You ask again, this time in the quiet of the backyard after you’d snuck out in another bid for privacy as you sway slowly in each other’s arms. He’d thought you’d fallen asleep when your arms slipped from his shoulders, but your breathing isn’t even enough. You aren’t far off, though.

Edward knows he shouldn’t be here, he should be at home chasing a deer, or something, not here, holding an absolutely blasted human girl in his arms, who is very soft and warm and feeling more and more like home-

He stops the slow circles you’d been turning, and when you lift your head to ask what's wrong, he can’t help but admire the way your hazy eyes shine in the moonlight, makeup lost somewhere on the third couch of the night. Your hair sticks to your skin in some spots, nothing near the state you'd had it in this morning, but he thinks he's seen nothing more beautiful as his hand leaves your waist to cradle your face, your eyes sliding shut in contentment before focusing again, this time on his lips.

While he would love to indulge you, your stomach gurgles once in warning before he’s aiming you away from his shoes and over the deck. You thank him later, but for now, you silently wipe your mouth and stare at the soiled grass as if it’d asked for a sample.

Your eyes are unfocused again, but this time they’re glassy with embarrassment as you wait for the earth to swallow you whole. Edward doesn’t catch your discomfort at first, instead just guiding your shaky form over to the patio set a few feet behind you. It’s the way you sit that sets him off, stiff as a board, and then all at once on yourself as you sniff pathetically.

“We lost, by the way.” You croak. He can hear you already from where he stands, but he pulls up a chair to listen quietly as you confess your sins into the muggy night air. At some point, you sit up and reach for his hand where it rests on his knee, his unbeating heart soaring when you are unfazed by it's coolness as you watch the stars.

He thinks you’re too harsh on yourself, that the calm you feel in a room full of people looking your way is well deserved because you are kind, and smart, and the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He hadn’t realized he’d been talking to himself until the text came through on his watch.

ALICE: that was great! maybe look at her next time? 😋

He turns at the waist to find you knocked out against the metal chair, head against your shoulder at a harsh angle and features softened in a way he’s never seen by sleep and the lilac of the early morning sky.

Edward knows you won't remember tonight, but he still tucks you under plenty of covers and kisses your hair before the sunlight can reach your window.

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liyawritesss · 4 years

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Sleeping w/ Shinsou Hitoshi Would Include...

Okay so I didnt post these last night, but it was really bc I had another one I was making that steered WAY off track from what i was originally going for. We not gon talk bout that tho teehee😭😭

Still pretty self indulgent but more on topic than the one in my draft lmaooo,

Warnings: shinsou fluff, fem!black/poc!reader, some cursing, some suggestiveness (blink and you'll miss it), imma age it up so that they're 2nd years just bc my guts telling me too

Sleepy boy needs all the love he can get and imma give it to him

Its most likely after a productive day you two have had with classes, training, etc, that you propose you two chill in your room for a while.

He agrees bc he loves your room sm, its so pretty and aesthetically pleasing, and he likes to play with the LED lights that line the top edges of your walls.

He seems like the kind of person to not propose spending time together alone, unless he truly needs some form of comfort, so expect to be proposing hangout sessions most of the time.

You both take your showers and dress in your comfy clothes that ultimately lead you to thirsting after eachother and regroup in your room.

He has on a black tee and loose grey sweatpants that you just DIE for, and you have on your oversized shirt that you stole from him and some shorts that he hasn't seen you in before. Best believe Shinsou's not taking his eyes off of you.

You got two mugs of special sleepytime tea and you put the LED lights on a soft indigo color thats not to bright and distracting.

He's to fucking exhausted to do anything so he plops into your arms, nuzzling into your chest.

"Why do you smell so nice?"

Drowns in your scent and your softness and just melts into you.

You have to force him to drink the tea or he'll be up for another 3 hours fighting his sleep. Ngl he be thankful you force him to drink it bc he will not do it by himself.

You run your hands through his hair with one hand while the others scrolling through social media on your phone. Soft music plays in the background too set the sleepy mood.

I still headcanon shinsou listens to Chase Atlantic YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE

Shinsou traces figures in your thighs, and will ask before his hands timidly dip under your shirt to draw things on your tummy and sides. Its his way of encouraging you to sleep as well, since he's too tired to be vocal and too focused on not making any suggestive noises by the way your massaging his scalp.

At this point positions may change, you'll either bury yourself into his chest, or he'll turn to spooning you with his hands resting on your tummy still, or you'll just stay the way you are, just with you turned on your side facing him. He doesn't mind, he loves them all, so normally shinsou let's you initiate position change.

You'll be the first to sleep, and he'll just admire your peaceful features before he too is lulled to sleep by the soft music playing.

In whatever position you chose to sleep in, you'll still wake up with the purple hair boy nuzzled in your neck, hands somewhere on your exposed skin, and it's not so easy to pry from his hands once he's got them on you. If you gotta go pee ionno what to tell you sis, you better hope you can slip away from him

Overall sleeping with shinsou is the best idc idc idc 🥺🤧🤧

I saw some comments saying that ppl were having trouble sleeping, so I hope this helps a bit? I could always do a post with more of the MHA Boys going beyond Class 1-A even. Just let me know what you all wanna see and I will try my best to provide it!!

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see!! And don't be shy to send a request!

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