#I fumbled the blobs HARD LOL

[jjoneechan]

sorry for spoiling the surprise 😔

[thotsforvillainrights]

Ok this idea has been living rent free on my mind just hear me out, how about chubby Kai being insecure so the reader just shows him how beautiful he is, the reader being a soft dom and Kai being a sub.

(Pspsps can the reader have a bodyworship and a praise kinks please)

[Not me coming back after a long hiatus with barely reasonable smut lol. You’ll have to forgive me if this one isn’t as good. I feel like whatever ability I had to write smut just disappeared but I’m hoping I haven’t lost it. I promise I’ll do my best!]

~Adoration~

-Chubby!Kai Chisaki smut-

Adoration- deep love and respect

You sighed while mindlessly watching the show in front of you from your spot on the couch. Your eyes were trained on the TV but your mind was elsewhere. The people on screen slowly shifted into colorful blobs and soon your interest in whatever they were talking about began to drown out as well. It was like your body was there but it wasn’t at the same time. Instead of focusing on the shows, you were wondering what was taking so long in the other room. Usually it was the other way around, but tonight Kai was taking too long to get ready. After a while you began to worry, so reluctantly you stood from the warmth of the couch and trudged down the hallway, careful to not step on your dress end/tux pant leg (or whatever choice of fancy clothing reader chooses to wear). When you finally made it to the room, there he was. Kai was standing in front of the floor mirror while scowling to himself. Your eyes trailed to the myriad of clothes that littered the bed. He noticed your reflection behind him in the mirror and turned to look at you, trying his best to hide his discomfort. “Y/N, I’ll be finished in a moment. Go wait for me in the living room.” He demanded quietly while fumbling to unbutton the shirt he was wearing. You chuckled and pushed some of the clothes on the bed out of the way before taking a seat. “I don’t know if you noticed this or not Mr. Chisaki, but that’s what I’ve been doing for the past hour and a half. You don’t suppose we’ll be able to make it to the event within the next 20 minutes do you?” You teased him but your smile instantly diminished when you noticed his eyes were a bit glassy? 

“Kai? What’s wrong?” He scoffed at your concern and tossed the shirt he was wearing onto the bed with the others. He went to the closet to search for something new but he paused when he noticed it was nearly barren, save for but a few ties hanging up. “Perhaps you should go without me...I’ve...changed my mind.” He spoke quietly, his back still turned to you. “What? Are you being serious with me right now or is this a joke?” You furrowed your brows. Suddenly he turned to look at you with a touch of anger and desperation in his eyes. “Do I look like the type to kid around?” You sighed and stood up to approach him. He was confused for the most part when you made it over to him and gently grabbed the sides of his face in your hands. You smiled and nuzzled your nose against his before planting a gentle kiss upon each cheek. You managed to diffuse his anger but the mood shifted when you saw his eyes glisten with water, tears threatening to fall but he was too stubborn to let it happen. “Kai please talk to me, you know I’ll listen if you tell me how you feel.” He sighed at your words and looked everywhere but into your eyes as he started to explain. 

“None of my clothes look good on me anymore. I’ve gained so much damn weight in the past few months that I don’t recognize myself in the mirror anymore. I can barely stand to look at myself anyway...Aside from that, I can hear some of the men at the very lowest rung of the Hassaikai make fun of me behind my back. Surely I killed them off but it doesn’t diminish how their words made me feel. My quirk can easily be used to get rid of this issue but I feel like that’s the easy way out of things. I’d like to become much more active but between work I just can’t find the time. I’m a disappointment and far beneath what you deserve to be seen with.” He finished ranting to you and quickly reached up to wipe a tear away but you beat him to it. When he looked at you with wet eyes, he expected to see you agreeing with him but instead you met his gaze with adoration, love, and support. “Kai I can understand how you must be feeling right now. Gaining weight like that must’ve felt drastic considering its only been a few months but you shouldn’t be caught up comparing yourself to the past yknow? We’re humans, and our bodies grow with change. It’s good you want to work out instead of just using your quirk, but you should know that working out could be done to make yourself feel better health-wise instead of changing your appearance to change others. Personally I thought you were handsome before and I still think you’re handsome now as well. No matter what appearance you take on you will always be Kai Chisaki, young head of the Shie Hassaikai. If I can love you, then you owe it to yourself to love you as well. Got that, my capo?” He rolled his eyes at the nickname and rubbed away more tears. “I suppose...but now what will we do? I’ve made us late to the entire damn event and I’m sure Pops and the others are waiting on us.” He scratched his chin in thought and stared off at the wall while trying to figure out a game plan. Meanwhile you had much more devious intentions wrapped beneath all that fluff you laid on him. “Angel???” You caught his attention immediately when those hands of yours fumbled with the rim of his underwear. His ears and cheeks quickly turned pink/red from the shock of it all. “What are you doing?” 

As if he had to ask.

You smirked at him and flashed mischief from those half-lidded eyes. “What do you mean what am I doing? I’m simply showing my husband how beautiful he is and how much I appreciate his body. You can’t honestly expect me to give up this opportunity when you’re right here in front of me.” You feigned innocence and he could already feel himself hardening up...especially with the way your free hand gripped him and teased him from the outside of the underwear. “Angel, but we’re already late. What if we-” He paused and sucked in air from his teeth when you slipped his cock out from the confinement of the underwear, and your tongue took an experimental swish at the tip. His hands clenched at his sides, trying his hardest not to grip your head and guide you. He was trying to deny it, keep his composure but you were too much to handle sometimes. “C’mon Kai, since we’re already late to the party, why don’t we have our own fun here, hmm? Be real good for me and let me taste that cock of yours? Maybe if you’re really a good boy, I’ll let you cum. How does that sound hmmm?” You voice may have seemed sweet, but he wasn’t dumb enough to fall for it. He knew of your dominance sometimes displayed in the bedroom when you were up to it. The temptation to bend to your will was all too strong so he obeyed. “Fine, j-just make it qu-quick.” He pouted and looked away from you, his face cherry red by now. You smirked in triumph and wasted no time on him. Taking his entire member and shoving it into your mouth at once may have been the closest thing to heaven on Earth he would ever feel in his life. In all honesty, he almost came right then and there, but he wanted to hold out for you. He needed to be good for you or else your punishment wouldn’t be nearly as soft as you were treating him right now.

“Mmmm, you’re certainly tasty Chisaki~” You spoke after slowly moving your mouth from him. You spit on the tip and used your thumb to spread it around, taking delight in the way he shivered under your touch. “Are those knees of yours getting weak, capo? You can’t really be giving out on me already can you?” You teased him and he groaned lowly. “C-cut it out and just suck it already.” You frowned at his demands and shook your head. “What are the magic words, handsome?” He blushed lightly at your compliment and uttered a soft ‘please’ while looking away. You smiled and began swirling your tongue around the head of his cock while using your hand to gently massage him. You only pulled away to occassionaly speak praises on him. 

“You have such a lovely body Kai, it’s just right for me. I love your tummy, I love your cheeks, you shoulders, back, arms, all of it. I adore most of all the way it react when I’m touching you like this while we’re alone.” He shuddered at your words and only began quietly moaning when you went back down on him. With each bob of your head and hand, it was getting harder and harder to contain the sounds he was making. By the time he was nearing his finish, he was a moaning mess. His legs were shaking and standing was barely an option anymore but he held on so as to not appear to weak during your show of dominance. His face was a brilliant red/pink, and it was coated in a sheen of sweat. He couldn’t really find the words but this wouldn’t be good enough for you in the moment. You needed him to understand all of this was out of love, lust, and adoration for him so you made him beg.

“Kai speak up for me. All those moans are just a garbled mess and you know it.”

“Angel please...”

You smirked and worked your hand a bit faster than before, spitting on him again to keep the slick lubrication on his cock. “Beg harder for me handsome. Tell me you need this.”

“Please Angel, I can barely take anymore. I’m so close I’m-”

“Beg harder.”

“ANGEL PLEASE! I want to cum so badly, I’ll do anything!”

“Hmmmm, anything?”

“Yes, GOD YES!”

“Then admit it. Admit that your body is beautiful no matter what. Admit that you’re worthy of love from my, others, and most importantly yourself. And promise that you’ll stop being so hard on yourself. Do it Kai, if you wanna cum.”

“YES, I PROMISE...I’ll !!!” He gasped loudly and came without much of a warning, with you accidently getting caught in the crossfire. You pouted and he quickly looked away while trying to catch his breath. Slowly he fell to his knees on the ground in front of you and lowered his sweaty head to your shoulder. “Ugh, you make a mess of me every time...” He quietly gasped out between breaths. You wiped the cum from your face and pulled him into a tight hug. “Making a mess out of you is fun. I’m the only one that can do it, so I take a lot of pride in that.” You teased him lightly and he sighed. “Let’s go take a shower. This is disgusting you know.” 

“Agreed.” You kissed his neck and joined him in the shower. After preparing for bed, you shot a text to Pops and the others letting them know that a matter of business came up last minute and that was why you and Kai couldn’t make it. After the little white lie, you cuddled up into bed beside him and he pulled you into his chest, placing his head on you so he could inhale your sweet scent from the body wash. “Y’know I meant everything I said back there, about loving yourself and how you were worthy of it. I just wanted you to know it wasn’t just the heat of the moment.” You spoke up after a long comfortable silence. You felt him kiss the top of your head as he began rubbing gentle and loving circles into your hip underneath the covers. “You treat me too well, Y/N. I love you, and I suppose I’ll make better attempts at your wishes. Now please go to bed.” You chuckled at his words and rolled to face him. His eyes were full of gentleness and appreciation for you. “Okay, mochi tummy.” You teased him with a smile and planted a gentle kiss on his lips before nuzzling into his neck and chest and falling asleep. “Pshhh, such an annoying nickname.” He lied before following shortly behind you to dreamland.

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[starrybumbles]

Home Sweet Home

CHAPTER 1: Riverdale

Sweet Pea x Reader

Canon-Divergence.

Summary: In a world so big, how were you stuck in such a tiny town?

Word Count : 1877

Author’s Note: Hi guys! This is my first piece of writing I’m putting out so hopefully it’s good lol. I’m not even caught up with Riverdale tbh, and that’s bc there’s so little Sweet Pea. Back to the point though, I would love your guys’ review on this (:

           Moving away from California was the last thing you wanted to do. It was your home- your safe place. So many good things happened there and now... it was miles away. The trees blurred into a green blob, right up until you decided to focus on one. Then it seemed to go in slow motion. A sigh escaped your lips, eyes flickering up to the rearview mirror. The backseat- along with the trunk- was filled with your bags. It left little room to actually use the mirror for what it’s meant for. But then again, no one was rushing to stay at the ‘town with pep’. (It was anything but.)

“It’ll be fine.” Your mom’s hand came to rest on your own. “Think of this as a fresh start.”

“I didn’t want a fresh start.” 

There was a pause. The words had flown out faster than you could stop them. They left a bad taste in your mouth- complaining wasn’t something you liked to do. This whole move wasn’t your mom’s fault; people were shit and liked to shit on others. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know what you’re feeling. But I really do think you’ll be happier here.”  

As another silence hung over you both, you couldn’t help but wonder if that was true. Your life back in California was like a dream. You had a good group of friends, a best friend, and a place where you felt good and safe. It was a scene ripped right from the movie screen. But heading to Riverdale gave you a whole new perspective and you couldn’t say you liked it. 

The sun beat down your back as you pulled the rest of the suitcases out of the trunk. You could already feel the sweat building up on your neck. Even in Riverdale you couldn’t beat Summer’s heat- go figure. With three bags in your left and a suitcase in your right, you stepped back to let your mom shut the trunk. Your eyes wandered over to the park’s sign, dingy from years of standing. 

Sunnyside Trailer Park. Low Rates- No Pets- Swimming Pool.

A painted sun beamed with yellow and red rays right above the words. A line, the same shade of red, ran right through the second set below. 

Many times you’ve been here through the years and you couldn’t say anything has changed. A small smile spread across your face. The outside of the trailers were tinged with dust and dirt. Only one mattered, though, and that one was just a few feet away. A little wooden staircase leads up to the door. Trash bins were lined up on the left, while an isolated box stood on the other. It was familiar- so familiar you already knew what the inside looked like. But it wasn’t home. 

You walked up to the box and lifted a lawn gnome, grimacing at the rust on it. It was such an obvious place to hide a key. Your mother walked up behind you, groaning about how she should have thrown away more shoes. ( “You never know if I need them,” she’d said.) 

You trudged up the stairs and opened the door, settling your luggage to the side. To your right was the living room, set with all the essentials. To the left was the kitchen. You purse your lips before turning. 

“Hey, mom,” you called out. “You think uncle would mind if I munched on something?” 

Her voice echoed from the bathroom. “I don’t think so! Just munch, though. I think we should go to Pop’s and get something.” 

With that, you practically ran towards the kitchen. The cool air of the fridge hit you, a sigh of relief escaping. The feeling quickly fell as you saw nothing in there that would satisfy your hunger. You’d thought the fridge would be stocked considering your cousin was such a foodie. How did he get by like this? You closed the door, puffing out at the disappointment. Guess you’d have to wait for diner food. “So, uh.. when exactly are we going there?”

You watched your mom round the corner. “Soon. Uncle will be here soon.”

And, low and behold, your uncle walked through the door within the next few minutes. He wore a tired grin as he opened his arms toward you. Stepping away from the fridge, you wrapped your arms around him. His stubble scratched the top of your head. You murmured a little hello and your uncle returned it. That smile was still on his face as he greeted your mom. 

“It’s good to see you, Forsythe.” 

“Why don’t you ever use FP?” He groaned, holding her at arm's length. “I hate that name.” 

“Well, it's your name.” She rolled her eyes, patting his shoulder. Your mom was the older one out of the two and she made sure everyone knew. 

Despite the complaints from FP, you knew he wasn’t that bothered by it. Family was everything with you guys, even when you lived across the country. The constant contact with each other over the years kept that bond strong. It made you wish being here was under different circumstances. 

The two adults shared a look before nodding. Your eyes shifted to the half empty coffee pot on the stove, left untouched since the morning. Of course your uncle knew about what happened in California. You figured the talk would happen later- out of earshot for you. A part of you hoped you’d be included, while another didn’t want to talk about it. 

A buzzing noise reached your ears. You fumbled to get your phone from the back of your pocket. The screen lit up, soliciting a smile at the text. B/F Name, your best friend, had been texting you since you left. You missed her a lot. Never have you been so far away. Biting your lip, your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you responded. Maybe you would call her later if she wasn’t busy. 

“Y/n, fix yourself. We’re gonna leave.” 

You nodded without looking up at your mom and moved to the only bathroom in the trailer. The text was sent with a ‘ttyl’. 

Looking in the mirror, you locked eyes with your reflection. Bags hung under your eyes. They weren’t noticeable unless you were trying to spot them. You ran a hand over your face, taking a deep breath. Fresh start- that’s what this was. A new page to write whatever you wanted. You clicked your tongue, then sighed. 

_____________

Make the most of this, you thought, and nodded at your reflection before throwing the door open. 

The smell of burgers hit you as soon as the three of you entered. Despite its years, Pop’s looked as good as ever. The floor was checkered with black and grey, the booths a bright red with silver padding covering the top. On the walls were several decorations, many being old photos. Even the people here fit the fifties-esque aesthetic of the diner. 

At the register, your mom stood with your uncle, waving you over. A smile graced her lips, her hand reaching out to place itself on your back. Behind the metal table was a big man wearing an apron and a hat that had Pop’s Chock’Lit Shoppe printed on both. His smile reflected your mom’s. It took you a second before recognizing him. 

“Well, if it isn’t little Y/n L/n. Look at you all grown up.” His voice was as warm as an apple pie fresh out of the oven. 

You returned his smile, waving at Pop before shoving it back into the pocket of your jeans. “Hi. Been a few years,” you said. 

“It certainly has. I’m glad to see you back.” 

Pop nodded to both you and your mom before ushering you to find a seat. You followed the two adults down the line, feeling a bit awkward as you trailed behind. You could feel stares of other customers as you passed by. You kept your eyes trained ahead. 

Pop had come by to take your orders and within that time, you found that your uncle worked there in his free time. 

“So I’m hearing free milkshakes?” You grinned, eyebrows shooting up. 

Your mom snorted. “Or maybe she could get a job and pay for them.” 

FP nodded, pointing a finger at her. You gave them both accusatory glances. 

“I’d like an extra hand around here.”

“It’s not like I wouldn’t try to get hired, but we just moved here! I need a little time to adjust.” 

You slumped against the seat, and picked up a fry. Working at Pop’s didn’t sound like such a bad thing- you had at least a little experience under your belt. You glanced around the diner again, eyeing the empty tables. It shouldn’t be too hard. Turning towards your uncle, you continued, “I just need to get familiar with the place again. Adjust to life in Riverdale first before diving into being the town’s little go-getter.” 

FP snickered. “Alright, kid.” His eyes flickered to the door as the bell attached to it jingled. “Now’s your time to start getting familiar.” 

At his words, you swiveled around to meet Jughead. He looked a little stunned to see you. A second passed before a grin stretched across his face. You made your way toward him. Your arms wrapped around his middle with a squeeze.

 As you pulled away, a group started to push past the doors and stand behind Jughead. You nudge your cousin, then step to the side.  

“Jug,” you hissed when he didn’t follow suit. You gestured to the group, and when you made eye contact with the tall one you gave a smile. “Sorry for him.”

The one at the head narrowed his eyes at you. He crossed his leather clad arms over his torso, and you noticed that they all had the same jacket on. Jughead took a step back towards them, glancing at the tallest before switching back to you. It was then that you saw the same jacket on him that everyone else had. A small “oh” formed on your mouth as your brain connected the dots. 

“Are you guys having some sort of club meeting?”

Jughead scoffed, shaking his head at your ridiculous question. “No, it’s…” 

As he trailed off, his eyes shifted to something behind you. 

“A.. project.”

Right, you thought. A project for what?

You wanted to ask. It was so obvious that he was lying about whatever this was. Yet your lips didn’t move. And you knew why. There was a lot that happened back in your old town; stuff that you’d rather keep in the dark. Even from Jughead whom you were close with. Maybe this lie was his way of telling you he wanted to keep this to himself. So you’ll let it slide… for now. 

Two of the others looked to Jughead. The third one stared hard at you-- the tall one that you’d consider cute if he didn’t have such a mean mug. To avoid his gaze, you turned your back and waved the little group over. You all squished into a booth in the corner of the diner. Menus were passed around as Jughead grinned. 

“Let’s eat!”

[rosedavid]

Party at Jackson Street Gym

I kind of hated this by the end but enjoy it anyway lol :)

//

It’s a week before Halloween. The entire town is getting into the swing of things, pasting cheesy looking decorations across town. Jack-o-lanterns guard porches and front doors as you walk past. Some houses even go as a far as hanging up strands of orange and purple lights along their gutters. Grant High School is no exception to the festivities. The student body decorated the hallways last week, lining them with skeletons dancing on the walls and fake spiderwebs hanging from the ceilings (which a lot of students have already yanked down).

Cyrus shuffles through his locker at the end of the day, gathering what he needs to complete his homework. TJ, who he hasn’t seen at all today, sneaks up behind him and taps him on the shoulder. Predictably, Cyrus startles, fumbling to try and save the notebooks in his arms from falling on the floor.

“Sorry! I forget how easily you startle,” TJ apologizes, but the ridiculous grin on his face gives him away.

“Please, you just like scaring me! Admit it,” Cyrus retorts as he organizes his notebooks into the large pocket of his backpack.

TJ chuckles, stepping forward so he’s front to back with Cyrus. He leans in, smacking a kiss to Cyrus’s cheek. “Ok, fine. You’re right. But I can’t help it! You’re so cute when you’re surprised.”

Finishing up in his locker, Cyrus shuts it with a metallic clang. He then turns to face TJ, taking in his boyfriend for the first time that day. Even after a few months, it’s still hard to believe that he’s dating TJ. Despite their somewhat rocky start, Cyrus couldn’t imagine liking another boy as much as he likes TJ Kippen.

“How was tutoring today?” Cyrus converses, trying not to sound too bitter. Of course, TJ has become an expert at picking up emotional cues.

TJ finds Cyrus’s hand, playing with his fingers. “It went fine. I think I’m starting to get the concepts. But tutoring will always suck since I have to miss out on lunch with you.”

Apparently, he said the right thing, as Cyrus bites his lip shyly and glances away. TJ squeezes his hand before a look of recollection passes over his face. Slinging his backpack off one shoulder, he unzips the front pocket. He then pulls out a square piece of paper, obscuring it momentarily with his hands.

“That reminds me! I couldn’t give this to you at lunch, but I have an invitation for you.”

“Ooh, what is it for?” Cyrus asks with curiosity.

TJ rubs the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s kind of stupid and not really exciting. You don’t have to come if you don’t want.”

“Well I can’t answer you unless I know what it is!”

With a nervous exhale, TJ hands him the card in a flash, face burning. Cyrus takes it from him with excitement, looking at the front of it. The paper is orange, colored with black blobs that are probably meant to be bats (although they look more like birds). A cat perches in the corner of the paper alongside a hoard of ghosts and other strange looking creatures. Cyrus’s brow knits together in confusion as he turns it over to read the messy, almost ineligible handwriting:

YOUR INVITED TO ARE HALLOWEEN PARTY!!

“I still don’t get it,” Cyrus admits cluelessly.

“Well, remember the gym I work at? The one where I helped you do the somersault?”

Cyrus smiles as he reminisces. How could he possibly forget a day as monumental as that? The day when TJ truly believed in him to do something he struggled with. And TJ didn’t make fun of him for it, either, he just wanted to help. The memory of that day remains crystal clear.

“Of course I do!”

“Well…” TJ licks his lips, “Um, the kids wanted me to invite you to our celebration this year. They made this card.”

Cyrus cracks a smile. “That’s slightly relieving. I was hoping it wasn’t you who used ‘you’re’ and ‘our’ wrong. But how do the kids even remember me? I came one time, and that feels like forever ago!”

“I kinda talk about you—a lot,” TJ admits with a red tint to his face. “Sorry if that’s, like, weird.”

“Are you kidding? That’s not weird! It’s sweet. I can’t believe you talk about me.”

TJ sends him a strange look. “You’re my boyfriend and best friend! I always talk about you. When I first told my parents I had a boyfriend, the first thing they asked me is if it was you because apparently, I talk about you nonstop.”

“My parents said something similar, although for me the give away was my ‘obvious heart eyes’.”

They two of them collapse into a fit of giggling. TJ braces his hand on Cyrus shoulder for stability. The other students walking by probably think that they’re crazy, although many of them are probably used to their antics by now.

Once their laughter has tapered, TJ composes himself enough to ask, “So, will you come?”

“I’d be honored! I can’t wait to see them again.”

“They’ll be thrilled! And they’ve all gotten so big, too, it’s crazy! Like, I don’t think we were that little when we were their age.”

“Yes, we were. Although, you are super tall, so maybe you were just like an abnormally tall child,” Cyrus jokes, standing on his tiptoes to try and reach TJ’s height. TJ grins, kneeling a bit to shrink down until he’s eye level with Cyrus. The height difference between the two of them has slowly been decreasing with age, but TJ still towers above Cyrus.

“Or maybe you were just abnormally short,” TJ teases, tapping his nose playfully. Cyrus smiles, accompanied by a fond eyeroll.

“So Mr. Tall Basketball Player, do you need help setting up for the party?”

“I suppose I could use a hand.”

…

Despite TJ’s initial hesitance about inviting him, Cyrus can tell how happy TJ is to have Cyrus there. He’s acting like one of the kids in the gym already, bouncing off the walls with energy. After they swing by TJ’s house to pick up the Halloween decorations, they head to the familiar Jackson Street Gym to go set them up. As soon as they walk through the doors, an intense wave of nostalgia hits Cyrus. It’s crazy how much things have changed in his life since his last time in here, yet the gym remains almost exactly the same as if it’s frozen in time.

“The kids should be here in about half an hour,” TJ remarks, dropping the containers he was carrying on the floor.

“What do you need me to do?”

“There’s a little storage area in the back with some snacks. Bring them out for me and put them on the table?”

Cyrus follows his instructions, heading to the back. He spots a container of something on the counter, assuming that’s what he needs. When he sees what they are, he smiles. Little cupcakes decorated like spiders smush together slightly, with licorice pieces for legs and nerds for eyes. There’s also dirt and worm cups, a staple of Cyrus’s elementary school days.

“Did you make these?” Cyrus wonders as he carries them back out toward the front of the gym.

TJ blushes slightly, “Uh, yeah. I know it’s dorky.”

“TJ, you don’t need to do that around me,” Cyrus reassures, stepping toward his position at the wall hanging decorations. “I like you a lot, if you haven’t noticed. You don’t need to feel embarrassed around me, especially for doing adorable stuff like this!”

This statement causes TJ to blush even more. In fact, Cyrus has never seen him this red before. He reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of TJ’s eyes, but his fingers linger on the side of TJ’s face. Then, Cyrus stands up on the point of his toes, getting lost in TJ’s eyes. In fact, the two of them are so lost in the moment, that they fail to hear the door opening until a young voice calls out.

“TJ!!”

They break apart in a flash, just in time for a head of blond hair to barrel into TJ’s legs. TJ leans down to ruffle the boy’s hair with a gentle fondness. The boy pulls back and smiles crookedly at TJ. He’s missing one of his front teeth, and freckles cover his cheeks. Across his chest is the familiar Spider-Man logo, matching his pants and gloves. He almost reminds Cyrus of a miniature TJ.

Then, the kid looks over at Cyrus knowingly. Cyrus doesn’t know a lot about kids, as he’s never really been around them, but he’s amazed out how perceptive this boy seems to be.  

“You brought Cy-rus!” He grins. “You brought your boyyyyfriend!”

“Well, none of you left me much of a choice,” TJ reminds him, “Now, Spider-Man, take off your shoes and drop your stuff off like usual until the others get here!”

The boy hurries to go do what he says, eager to get to playing. TJ then leans in to whisper to Cyrus, “That’s Noah, by the way. He’s a sweet kid.”

Cyrus watches Noah, thinking back to his own childhood years. He remembers how carefree he felt a lot of times, at least before the divorce of his parents. Usually, though, the biggest worry he had was getting enough time to play with Andi and Buffy or making sure he got his favorite colored crayon in class (violet, by the way). As he continues to think about his childhood memories, he glances over at TJ. Butterflies float in his stomach. In that moment, he realizes that TJ makes him feel as happy and content as he felt in childhood, like he has nothing to stress about as long as TJ is there with him. It’s reassuring.

“Hello Mr. TJ!” Another child greets as she comes inside, this time accompanied by her mother. She’s wearing a black cape and plastic fangs.

“I thought I told you to just call me TJ,” he responds with a smile.

“But you’re a adult, so I’m ‘upposed to call you by a proper name!”

TJ laughs, “I can’t argue with that. You’re very smart, Melanie. Why don’t you go join Noah in getting ready for the celebration?”

Melanie’s mother stands on the sidelines next to Cyrus for a second, watching her daughter as she chats animatedly to Noah. She speaks up, and it takes a bit for Cyrus to realize that she’s talking to him. “This place is great, you know? Melanie loves it here!”

“I like it here, too,” Cyrus admits. “I can’t believe how good TJ is with kids.”

She smiles, watching as TJ approaches the children with a roar, causing them to squeal as he chases them around the play equipment. If someone told Cyrus at the beginning of middle school that he’d be watching TJ Kippen running and playing with children at a kids’ gym, he would have never believed it.

“Yeah, TJ is great with them. Melanie always talks about how ‘cool’ and ‘fun’ he is. She mentioned how he has a real life boyfriend, too, that he always talks about.”

At this, Cyrus stutters, trying to find something to say in response. Luckily, she just smiles at him and continues to talk. “Based on what Melanie says, he really seems to like you.”

Cyrus’s heart swells, as he whispers back, “I really like him, too.”

Over the next ten minutes, a bunch of other kids in costumes and some of their parents arrive for the party. Most of the adults stay off to the sides catching up, and Cyrus quickly begins to feel like he’s at one of his parents’ conferences again. He slips back out toward the play equipment, where TJ is supervising the about 15 children as they laugh and frolic with each other.

“Cyrus! Come help me do the monkey bars!” An unknown kid calls out to him who is wearing a princess dress. Almost all of the kids seem to know Cyrus’s name. His eyes flash over to TJ, wondering exactly how much the other boy talks about him. As if reading his mind, TJ looks over at him at the exact same time with a cheerful wave.

The kids are just as adorable as he remembers, except this time the costumes make it even better. Cyrus loves playing with them and interacting with them. It makes him feel like one of them again. The best part of it all, though, is seeing TJ with them. He acts so bubbly and lively with the kids. At one point, he even gives them piggybacks around the gym, acting as a dragon for the little girl dressed as a knight.

There’s one boy that attracts Cyrus’s attention more than the others, though. He’s short with dark hair and glasses. He seems to be off by himself, shy and unsure of how to interact with the others. For Cyrus, it’s like looking in a mirror. Back before he met Andi and Buffy, this was him; scared, shy, and constantly unsure of himself. Cyrus approaches him slowly, sitting down cross-legged beside him.

“I like your costume,” Cyrus says honestly toward the boy who is dressed as a pirate. The boy peers up at him through thick lenses. “Pirates are really cool.”

“I think so, too,” the boy whispers back.

“Did you know that the Vikings are also considered pirates? In fact, there are still pirates today…” Cyrus starts spewing off all the facts he can remember about pirates from the documentaries he’s flipped through on TV.

Soon, the boy (whose name he learns is Adam), is chatting animatedly with Cyrus about pirates and a whole bunch of other stuff. Cyrus has never felt himself connect to a kid this much, not even with his cousins.

“You know, there’s a ship wheel on top of that tower by where those other kids are,” Cyrus points. “Maybe you should go see if they want to play pirates with you.”

Adam seems much more confident than before and decides to take Cyrus’s advice. Cyrus stands up, dusting his pants off as he watches Adam go up to the two girls and start talking to them. Much to his relief, they look eager to play pirates with him.

A hand touches his shoulder. At first, he suspects it’s TJ, but it turns out to be Melanie’s mom from earlier. She’s looking at him with a soft expression.

“I can see why TJ likes you so much,” she says simply. “It was really nice to meet you, Cyrus.”

He doesn’t have a chance to respond before TJ is coming over to them out of breath. He stops at Cyrus’s side, wiping sweat off his brow.

“Those kids are so energetic! A lot more than me, and I play basketball,” TJ laughs. “Melanie loves to climb, too. Maybe you should take her to the community rock wall sometime.”

“That’s a great suggestion, I’ll have to do that. Now, I’ll leave you two boys alone. After all, I think the kids are already missing you both.”

On that note, they turn around to see a bunch of kids heading their way. A few urge TJ to help them make some baskets on the mini hoop they have in the gym, while some others want to race Cyrus up the rope climb.

After what feels like hours of playing, they finally break for snacks. Melanie insists that she has to sit next to Cyrus, as does Noah and Adam and all of the other kids. TJ pretends to be offended that the kids don’t want to sit to him, but in reality Cyrus can tell how happy he is that they’re all getting along so well.

As they sit in a cluster eating their snacks, Melanie asks them, “So, if you two are boyfriends, does that mean you kiss too?”

“Ooh,” the rest of the kids chorus, then begin to chant, “TJ AND CYRUS SITTING IN A TREE K-I-S-S-I-N-G…”

Of course, all of the parents who are there can definitely hear the screaming words. Both of them turn tomato red as they try to shush them. The parents seem more amused than anything, though, especially Melanie’s mom.

By the time they get everyone out the door, it feels like the party’s gone on all week. Cyrus doesn’t understand how TJ can do this all the time along with basketball and school. The two of them are collapsed on the floor, too tired to make it to the seats in the backroom.

“I’m sorry about them,” TJ apologizes awkwardly, “with the whole kissing thing, I mean.”

Cyrus laughs. “They’re kids, TJ. It’s okay. Besides, I thought they were all really sweet.”

“You seemed to bond with Adam pretty quickly.”

“Yeah, I suppose he just reminded me of myself.”

TJ hums. “Well, if he grows up to be similar to you, he’d be incredibly lucky. I can’t believe you actually endured all this chaos today with me.”

Cyrus rests his head against TJ’s shoulder, staring up at the skeleton half stuck up on the wall. “Ugh, I can’t believe you always do this! It’s so tiring. I think I’m going to sleep through Halloween next week!”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me tomorrow, too?” TJ laughs, throwing his head back as Cyrus imminently says no.

They stay there like that, resting on the floor, until the sky grows dark. Cyrus falls asleep at one point, and TJ doesn’t have the heart to move him. Instead, he places his balled up sweatshirt under Cyrus’s head as a pillow as he finishes cleaning up.

[xillveart]

Christmas Promises

Pairing:  Bakugou x Koge (OC) Genre: Fluff / Romance / Humor Rating: Teen Warnings: Cursing, kissing, cuddling a/n: Why am I writing something about Christmas when it’s.... not Christmas?? Because I started this when the Christmas chapter came out, and I just now finished it, but I’m gonna post it anyways. So enjoy lol. 

Finally, it was over. 

Although that tired relief flooded through Bakugou as he trekked up the stairs to his dorm room floor, he did have to admit that the whole Christmas party wasn’t as horrible as it could have been. He had been annoyed that his multiple attempts to flee had been thwarted, as did his wanting to not wear the stupid Santa coat and hat. Though, it was of little consequence, as the good food and semi enjoyable company had kept him in a decent mood. All in all, not quite what he had been anticipating, but it did still have one major flaw. 

He hadn’t been able to include his stupid blank-faced girlfriend in the festivities, as each class for UA was having their own party with their classmates. She wasn’t allowed to jump ship and join him instead, and he found himself thinking about her often. It wasn’t just him that was bummed out at her absence, as she had thrown a bit of a pouty fit herself when she couldn’t join him. Now it was very late, and with the presence of Aizawa in the building, he doubted that he would get to see her until morning. Sure, they could exchange gifts then and have their own time together, but he knew very well that she wouldn’t have the patience for that. 

Bakugou highly anticipated that his cell phone, which he had left in his bedroom, was full of messages or pictures from her. Unlike him, she absolutely loved Christmas, and he was sure that she enjoyed herself even if he wasn’t there. She had already gone on and on about how fun it was to decorate their dorm common room, and even her dorm room looked like it threw up Christmas. He could hardly stand to be in there from the overwhelming scent of peppermint and whatever other stupid candle scents she had going, but he did have to admit that seeing her so excited made him… happy. 

They had only been dating since Summer, which sat them at a little over five months now, but he had been friends with her since they were children. He had always known she was obsessed with holidays, Christmas in particular, but she seemed extra excited about it now that they were dating. It was the intimacy, he assumed, that had her so soft and warm, and besides her decorating obsession, he couldn’t complain. He was positive that she would complain herself, however, when she saw the pictures of him in this stupid Santa coat and hat, when he had viciously refused to wear anything similar even for her. They would have to vanish before she saw them for sure, or he knew he’d be subjected to more nonsense. Though forcing her to wear it wasn’t a bad idea, either… 

Giving a hefty yawn as he stopped in front of his dorm room door, Bakugou took a moment to rub the back of his neck, the white fluff of the coat tickling his skin. With the thought of sleep foremost in his mind, he opened the door and walked inside, letting it shut behind him and shower him in darkness. It soothed his tired eyes, and in that moment, he decided that he didn’t even care about changing or even taking off the coat. Removing his slippers as he shuffled over to his bed, he crawled onto the plush comfort before flopping down onto his side, facing out towards the open room with his back to the wall. 

Although he knew that he should look at his phone, the mattress began to swallow him, his body heavy with sleep. That is, until he felt… something. A soft, warm breeze on his face, like someone was… breathing on him? Other things began to creep up on him, like the feeling of a body beside him and even the sheets moving with each breath that was made. Holding his own breath, he opened his eyes, glancing about in the darkness to try and see who was there with him. The instant he noticed the shuffling of the black blob beside him, Bakugou didn’t even take a moment to think about who it might be, shoving them out of his bed roughly before sitting up and pressing his back to the wall beside him. “What the fuck?!”

The squeal that filled the air was familiar, Bakugou’s stomach instantly clenching in a confusing mix of worry and annoyance. “Utsuro?! What the fuck!” Fumbling over his bed, he snapped on the lamp that rested on his nightstand, glaring down at the lump on his floor. “I could have fucking killed you! What are you doing here?!” 

With a groan, Koge, rolled over onto her back, reaching up to rub the side of her head that had impacted with the floor. “I wanted to surprise you, Katsuki, but I didn’t think you’d come to bed without turning the light on first!” Pout on her lips, she propped herself up on her arms, glowering up at him with that pale blue gaze he adored. “I just wanted to come visit you on Christmas Eve… So I snuck in while you were all cleaning.” 

“It’s not Christmas Eve anymore Utsuro, it’s Christmas Day now… technically.” He glanced at his clock, which glared at him in its bright green color that only made the late night hour more irritating. “You shouldn’t have snuck in, Aizawa’s still up and about in the main room.” 

“He’s about to leave, I know little Eri needs to go to bed.” With a sigh, she hopped up onto her feet, adjusting her t-shirt and sweatpants that had gotten jumbled in her fall. Bakugou noted that those were actually his sweatpants that she somehow got to fit decently, and that she had helped herself to out of his dresser. 

“You stole my clothes. Again.” 

“I did.” Koge lifted a leg out in front of her, displaying the pants that she had rolled up to fit around her ankle. “I was cold when I got here, my little pajamas weren’t enough. Aren’t you gonna apologize for shoving me to the floor?” 

“Me? Apologize to you?” Bakugou scoffed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “You, who snuck into my room with the intent to scare me in the first place?” He took her hands as she approached him, standing between his legs. 

Koge gave a small shake of her head, smiling at him sweetly, bringing a heat to his ears. “Not true, I hadn’t come to scare you, I just wanted to surprise you when you came in. Surprise and scare are two different things.” 

With a soft grunt in reluctant agreement, Bakugou released her hands to instead wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer. Caressing his cheeks tenderly, Koge placed a soft kiss on his lips, which Bakugou returned without hesitation. He may have been annoyed with her little attempt at a prank or whatever it was, but he couldn’t resist her. It had been hard on him at first, to go from best friends to lovers, but now he couldn’t imagine it any other way. The way she looked at him with such sweet adoration and her touch as soft as silk was something that he never wanted to lose, even if he couldn’t find it within himself to tell her such things. At least, not yet. 

When the kiss ended, he glanced over her for a second. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

“No, Katsuki, I’m okay. But there’s something else I’m more concerned about right now.” 

“What’s that?” 

“How the hell did they get you to wear a Santa coat when I couldn’t?!” 

With a roll of his eyes, Bakugou gave an annoyed groan and shoved his face into her chest, squeezing her body tightly in punishment for bringing it up. “They wouldn’t leave me alone! If I wanted a moment of peace, I had to do it… It’s not like I enjoy it!” 

Koge giggled softly, only making the heat in Bakugou’s ears spread to his cheeks. “Aw, but it looks good on you. You have a hat, too?” 

Reaching into the pocket of his sweatpants, Bakugou pulled out the matching hat, letting her take it before latching his arm back around her. He couldn’t stop an annoyed growl as she wiggled it onto his head, though he didn’t try to stop her. “I don’t want it.” 

“No c’mon, let me see it! Please.” She gave a light push to his shoulders, trying to get him to sit up. “I deserve at least a little peek at how cute you are. If your whole class gets to see it, then I do, too.” 

With a hefty groan in annoyance, Bakugou peeled himself away from her, glaring up at her flushed and smiling face. The smile on Koge’s lips only grew, adjusting the hat to fit him better. “Adorable. My little Santa Katsuki.” 

“If you keep this up I’m turning into Krampus.” 

Giggling, Koge shifted herself up to sit on his lap, facing him. “Ooh, so you’ll just steal me away, huh?” 

Bakugou took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist, keeping her body close. “Damn right. You’d be easy to stuff in a sack.” He trailed kisses along her neck softly, her sweet sigh making his stomach flutter. 

“And then what would you do to me?” 

Smirking against her skin, he moved his hands to her ribs. “Eat you.” With that, he chomped down on a ticklish part of her neck while squeezing her ribs, making Koge squeal and erupt with laughter. As she tried to escape, he used his grip on her to scoop her up, playfully slamming her down onto the bed beneath him. With her arms latched around him, he couldn’t help but to kiss her, muffling her giggles with a final surprised squeak from her lips. He could easily get lost in her touch, and he surely would have, if not for the voice that rang from his dorm room entrance. 

“Hey Bakugou, we’re gonna stay up later and watch some scary Christmas movies, you wanna-- oh shit!” 

The sound of Kaminari’s voice made Koge jump, knocking her forehead into Bakugou’s and forcing him to release her with a hiss. Before he could even snap back, the door was shut and Kaminari could be heard whining about his eyes being on fire and how they should lock the door. Kirishima and Ashido could be heard cackling down the hallway, which only made the fire in Bakugou’s cheeks flush hotter, his passion now replaced with anger. 

“Fucking dickheads, don’t they know how to knock?! I need to kick their asses--” Before he could get up, Koge latched onto the front of his shirt with a strong grip gaining his attention. Although her cheeks were bright red, she shook her head, pout on her lips. 

“No, you stay here. They’ve gotten to have you around all night, now it’s my turn.” Koge wrapped her arms around him again as he settled back against her comfortably. After sharing another kiss, Bakugou shoved his face into her shoulder, still struggling with the embarrassment of being caught. “Someone’s selfish.” 

“When it comes to you, Katsuki, I’ll be as selfish as I want. I want all your attention.” 

“Sounds like eventually you’ll have me tied up in the basement.” 

Koge gave a playful, menacing laugh, digging her fingers into his hair to massage his scalp. “Oh yes, you will be my prisoner for life. You’ll cook me dinner every night, rub my feet and tell me you love me.” 

“Sounds more like marriage.” 

“Exactly.” 

Bakugou scoffed, pulling himself from her before standing. “Who said I’m gonna marry you?” 

“Me.” Koge smiled up at him, instantly making his face flush again. Bakugou hated how she could do that, making him a flushing mess just by putting a smile on her face. Most of the time, he didn’t know how to process or even understand the way she made him feel. The emotions and feelings were so foreign to him that they still baffled him, but how could he talk to her about it? He knew that she wouldn’t make fun of him, but she very well may not know how to explain it either. In time, he figured, they would start to make sense, and he was willing to wait to see where they would lead him. 

Grumbling, Bakugou made his way over to her bag that rested by his desk, squatting down to dig through it. Koge sat up when she realized what he was doing, standing and hopping over to him. “Ah no, Katsuki, you can’t just go through my bag! What are you doing?!” As she leaned on his back with her arms around his neck, Bakugou ignored her demands to stop, pulling out a gift bag and a wrapped up box. 

“I knew you had presents in here for me.” 

“Rude! You can’t just demand your presents.” She huffed as she was forced to sit on the floor as Bakugou did, already ripping the paper off of the wrapped up box. Koge nuzzled her face into his back between his shoulder blades, squeezing his torso with no real consequence. “You’re supposed to let me give them to you!” 

“No, I’m Krampus. I’m just going to fucking steal the presents. Or is that the Grinch? What the fuck ever. Oh shit, these are nice, what are they?” 

“Hm?” Koge wiggled herself over to sit beside him, though she never released her grip. “Oh, they are specially made gloves for drummers. Though they are extra special for you. They have the normal ability hold sweat, but even better, they work to counteract your nitroglycerin. So not only do you not sweat, but it makes it had for explosions to happen. They’re basically the opposite of your hero costume gloves.” Koge took one from his hand, feeling the soft orange fabric and observing the details. “Ever since the culture festival, you’ve gotten back into drums, and I thought you could use a good pair.” 

Bakugou tried one on his left hand, testing the fit and flexibility by clenching and opening his fist. “Pretty good, Utsuro. They’re fucking awesome.” As he removed the glove and placed them both back into their package carefully, Koge smiled, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. 

“You’re welcome.” 

With a quick kiss to the top of her head, he moved on to the bag, tossing the paper out of it haphazardly. When he finally noticed the items, he first leaned over a bit, looking into the bag with confusion. “The fuck are these, CDs?” 

“Hey! They’re collectors editions, butthead.” 

“Hm.” Pulling them out, Bakugou flipped through the cases. “These are good bands… And these are hard versions to find. Where’d you get them?” 

Koge shook her head, sly smile on her lips. “I’m not telling. Then you’d know where I buy a bunch of your gifts and you’d be able to get them first yourself.” 

“That has to be a good fucking website then or whatever, these are rare and in like… perfect condition.” He opened one of the cases, observing the disk inside. “No scratches, either. I don’t know if I’d ever use them, but they’re cool to have and brag about.” 

“You like them?” 

“They’re awesome.” Bakugou kissed her softly, calming the obvious worry she had that he didn’t appreciate them. “Shitty Hair will be jealous.” 

Koge giggled as she watched him set them aside, before going back to digging through her bag. “Wrong pocket, big guy.” 

With a grunt, Bakugou opened the front pocket, pulling out a smaller rectangular box that wasn’t wrapped. After sharing a quick glance with her, he could see the true excitement and anticipation in her eyes, giving him a hint that this was the most important gift out of the bunch. Turning to face her, he opened the box, a bit surprised at what was inside. A silver thick chain metal bracelet, which was chunky and decently heavy from the feel of the box. What caught his attention at first, though, was the long rectangular metal plate, which hate two clear stones - diamonds, he assumed - on either end. There was nothing engraved on it, which baffled him even more, prompting him to take it out of the box. 

As he looked it over, Koge timidly reached over and touched the metal plate. “It’s blank right now because… Well, you don’t have a hero name yet. But when you do, we’ll get it engraved. Like you did for me.” Bakugou’s gaze followed her hand as he reached up to tenderly touch her necklace, the silver plate resting delicately under the curve of her collarbone. The petite diamond that hung from the metal plate shimmered in the low light, the necklace striking against her pale skin. He had just given it to her for her birthday a little over a month ago, and he hadn’t seen her without it on since. Crystalline was the word engraved on the front, something that was so important to her and showed just how far she had come. It was a sentimental gift that he had been worried about giving to her, but after seeing how emotional it made her and how much she adored it, he wasn’t surprised that she would come back to him with something just as touching. 

Flipping the plate over on his new bracelet, there was already an engraving on it, which matched the back of her necklace. Two capital K’s, separated by a heart. Running his thumb along the engraving, he couldn’t resist the small smile on his lips. “You’re such a copycat, Utsuro.” Pushing up his Santa coat sleeve, he plopped the bracelet into her hands, prompting her to tenderly put it on his wrist. 

“I wanted us to have something that matches… do you not like that?” 

“Would I want you to put it on me if I didn’t like it, Utsuro?” After she got it in place, he reached up to caress both of her cheeks, leaning forward to kiss her sweetly. It was quick to grow more passionate with his excitement of the gift, allowing her to wiggle her way up and onto his lap facing him. When the kiss calmed, he carefully moved some hair out of her face, smirking against her lips at the flushed and happy expression on her fair features. “It’s perfect. Cheesy as shit, but perfect. Thank you. For all of it.” 

Koge’s face somehow flushed darker, smiling as she shyly played with a lock of his hair, twisting it around her fingers. “You’re welcome. I’m so happy that you liked everything.” 

“Just don’t get all sad if you don’t see me wearing this as often as you wear the necklace.” 

“I know, I know. I won’t, Katsuki. But, I did make sure it’s strong enough to withstand one of your explosions. So if you’re wearing it on a casual day and there’s an emergency… It won’t go anywhere.” Koge moved her fingers down to his neck, softly massaging his skin. “It should be very durable.” 

“Good. You think of everything. Even if you are an airhead.” 

“I’m only an airhead when you kiss me and take my breath away.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Bakugou gave her a rough and playful kiss, tightening his grip on her and standing. Giggling, Koge kept a tight grip on him, though she let go when he placed her down on the bed. “Time for bed, now?” 

Bakugou raised an eyebrow at her, kneeling down and opening up a drawer in his bed frame that he used as storage. “Don’t you want your gifts?” 

“Mine? Oh- Geez, Katsuki, that’s so many!” Koge gave a small gasp as she looked into the drawer, counting at least fifteen gifts all varying in size and style of packaging. “Now I feel bad, I didn’t get you this much!” 

“Don’t feel bad Utsuro, you’re not getting all these right now.” 

“Oh.” Koge leaned over, trying to see them all. “Well why not?” 

“These are all things that I have for you, but couldn’t ever… figure out when would be best to give them to you. So tonight, you get to pick three.” 

“Why only three?” “Because I only got three.” 

“That’s not how Christmas works!” Koge flopped to lay down, half of her body hanging off the bed as she pouted. 

“You’ll get all of them eventually, just shut up and pick.” 

Grumbling, Koge peered down at the gifts, trying to gauge what each one might be according to its size and wrapping. After a moment of contemplation, she pointed to a flat rectangle box, wiggling her finger a bit. “That one. That’s gotta be clothes.” 

Picking it up, Bakugou handed it up to her, satisfied with her first choice. Though, he did grow a bit annoyed as she first observed the wrapping, like she was scared to rip it. “Go on, what are you doing?” 

“If you were planning on giving everything to me, then why did you wrap them all so perfect? Wasn’t that a waste of your time?” 

“Nothing’s a waste of time if it’s for you Utsuro. Besides, I had Kirishima and Nene help me do it. Can’t you tell some of them are overly done with Nene’s stupid artsy bullshit?” He flicked a curly ribbon that was placed on the top of a different box, which was indeed very fancy compared to some of the others. Koge smiled as she sat up, digging her fingers into an edge and pulling the paper away. 

“You’re sweet. You did pretty neutral wrapping at least, so you can just leave them all wrapped.” 

“Exactly.”

As Koge opened the box, she instantly burst out into giggles, picking up the shirt and holding it out from her a bit to observe it better. “It says my name on it!” Well, it didn’t exactly say her name. The shirt was a pale blue cropped long sleeve top, with the word ‘Utsuro’ across the chest in white letters, both with actual letters and the kanji spelling of it. “It’s so soft and cute! I love the fabric- Oh, shorts, too?!” As she peered back into the box, a pair of shorts and sweat pants were waiting for her. Both pieces of clothing white in color, the word ‘Utsuro’ was across the butt of the shorts, and down the front left leg of the sweatpants in blue text that matched the shirt. “You custom made these?!” 

“Mhm.” Bakugou nodded, watching her closely. “They were having a buy two things get one free so… Bonus shorts.” 

“Thank you, Katsuki, it’s so awesome and funny. I love them.” Folding the clothing back up and leaving it in the box, she pushed it aside for now, turning her attention back to the pile of gifts. “Next… that little purple bag?” As Bakugou handed it to her, he couldn’t help but feel confused as to what was in it. For some reason, he couldn’t remember, and he could only hope that it wasn’t something particularly important. 

As Koge took the white paper out, she first stared down into the bag with confusion apparent on her face. “Katsuki…?” 

“What? Is it empty? I don’t even remember what was in that one--” He choked on his own words as Koge pulled out the small black ring box that was inside, nearly sending himself into a coughing fit. “W-wait, Utsuro, don’t open it!” 

Koge held the small box tenderly to her chest, looking down at him instead as her brow furrowed. “It’s a ring? Katsuki--” 

“It’s not anything that important! Fuck, they weren’t supposed to wrap that one. Damn it!” He moved to sit beside her, trying to control his urge to just rip it out of her hands and hide it. “You’re not… I wasn’t ready to give that to you.” 

He knew that the panic was clear on his face, but he couldn’t help it. That ring was important. It was a promise ring that he had bought for her in plans on giving it to her either on their first anniversary. Or maybe their second? On her birthday? He didn’t know when or how he wanted to give it to her, but this was something he wasn’t ready for. Not because he didn’t feel that strongly for her, but because he thought it was too soon. He had bought it on impulse in the first place, and giving it to her within the next year wasn’t something he had been prepared for. Now it was in her hands, and he wasn’t sure he was going to be getting it back. 

“You weren’t… ready?” Koge turned her gaze back down to the box, running her fingers along the velvet surface carefully. “You know I don’t wear jewelry unless it’s important, so it has to be… No way it’s a wedding ring--” 

“Don’t try to guess Utsuro, seriously.” Bakugou held his hand out, hoping she would hand it over. “Just… Just give it to me, okay? It won’t be the last time you see it. When you do get it, it will… mean much more than it does now.” 

Looking back up at him with a bit of confused concern, Koge placed the box into his hand, though her reluctance was obvious. How much she wanted it was clear, but how could he possibly give it to her now? He had no speech planned, no cute date or romantic evening to go off of. It was just them, in their pajamas during the middle of the night with not another soul around them. But maybe… that is exactly how it should be. 

Clutching the box tightly in his hand, Bakugou gave a heavy sigh, glaring down at it. He wanted more than anything for her to have it, to see her wearing it proudly just as she did her necklace. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind about how happy she would be to receive such a sentimental expression of how much he cared for her. But again, the thought crept up in the back of his mind… What if it’s too soon? 

He knew that his thoughts of ‘too soon’ were set by society's standards of what was acceptable. Even still, there was no one in the world who knew the way they felt about each other. Not even Nene or Kirishima could understand it. Their connection that was built over a lifetime of bonding, and this was merely a promise that he wouldn’t hurt her. 

After a moment of sitting in awkward silence, Bakugou shook his head, turning a bit to face her. “Look… I thought that maybe I should of planned this better. A fucking fancy date or a… I don’t know, I’m not good at this.” 

“Katsuki…” Koge reached up and caressed his cheeks, pulling his crimson glare off the box to instead look at her. “I don’t need all those things. All I need is you… You know that. If there’s something you want to do or say to me, you don’t have to wait. If you want to wait, then that’s fine. I’d wait an eternity for you…” Leaning up, she kissed him with such a tender and loving passion that Bakugou was sure his heart was going to melt. How was she able to do this to him? How had she wormed her way beneath his skin, to set fire to his soul? Nothing had ever been as important as his goals to become top hero, and yet, there she was, teetering at the top. If she truly meant this much to him, then there was no reason why he shouldn’t give her the ring. 

When she pulled away, they sat in silence, foreheads pressed together in a tender moment that didn’t need words. Finding his strength, Bakugou reached up and took one of her hands gently, bringing it down a bit to place the small black box on her palm. With the return of the gift, Koge’s face flushed as she looked down at it, obviously contemplating if she should accept it or not. 

“It’s… It’s a promise ring?” 

“Yes.” 

Smile crossing her lips, Koge scooted closer to Bakugou, leaning her body against his as he put an arm around her back. Resting her head against his chest, she observed the little black box for just a moment longer before slowly opening it. The small gasp that escaped her lips instantly made Bakugou’s stomach clench, unable to see her face to gage her reaction. Tenderly, Koge removed the ring from the box, holding it up closer to see every detail. In truth, it was very simple, just a silver band with four embedded stones, alternating with two clear and two aquamarine which very closely matched the color of her eyes. With a sniffle, she checked to see if it had the typical engraving, which it did. 

“It’s so beautiful, Katsuki. I don’t think it’s too soon for this at all… I love it. But, uhm…” Koge turned her teary gaze to look up at him, the softness of her expression making his ears flush hot. “You’re supposed to wear it on your left ring finger. That doesn’t bother you?” 

“No, Utsuro. I’m sure that there will be fuckheads that ask if I proposed to you already or some shit, but they can just fuck off.” He took the ring from her, carefully slipping it onto the finger in question. Much to his relief, it fit perfectly. “Just… never forget what it stands for. No matter what.” 

“You mean, no matter how much of a brat you are?” She kissed his cheek sweetly, making his face flush as he grumbled in annoyance. “Or how much you pick on me.” 

“Exactly.” He gripped both cheeks with one hand, squishing them together to make Koge burst out in giggles. “Because you’re my stupid Utsuro. Now stop being so fucking cheesy. You want your last gift?” 

Forcing one last kiss from him, Koge scooted back over closer to the pile of gifts as Bakugou stood. “Yes! Gimme that big one. No not the bag, the big flat one.” Wide grin on her face, she took the present as it was handed towards her, though she fumbled it a bit when she wasn’t quite ready for the weight of it. “Oh geez, it’s a little heavy.” 

“If you break that I’m going to kill you, Utsuro.” Bakugou glowered up at her as he shut the drawer that the presents rested in, set on only giving her the three for now. Placing the gift on her lap, Koge carefully removed the wrapping, though the loud gasp that escaped her lips was surely powerful enough to wake every person in the dorms. 

“Holy shit, Katsuki, this is the laptop I wanted!! I can’t believe you got this for me!”

“It’s all you complain about, with your other computer in the shitter, so no fucking shit I got it for you just to make you shut up.” 

“It’s even the blue color I like! And you remembered all the specs, too. This one’s even better, though! You’re the best boyfriend in world.” 

“Just the world?” Bakugou came to stand in front of her, prompting Koge to put her gift aside and wrap her arms around his hips. She couldn’t resist smiling up at him, her chin resting on his stomach as he softly ran his fingers through her hair. 

“No, Katsuki. The entire universe. And you’re all mine. Merry Christmas, babe.” 

“Damn fucking right I am. Merry Christmas, Koge.” 

[din-skywalker]

Snowstorm

(Hey, hey, hey @magic-marvin-protection-patrol I got some um... angst? Violet, I tried my best to find away to hurt Signas lets see how I did):

They had only meant to be out here for a few days on a short trip. Not for a week, struggling to survive. Well, Marvin is, anyway. Robbie isn't bothered by the cold, just his hunger. The cave they are camping out in his dark and cold, barely keeping the blowing wind from hitting them. They're running low on firewood, food and water. Marvin is not doing well. Robbie can only watch as Marvin grows weaker and weaker each day. The cold is causing the magician to freeze so badly he can hardly even start fires with his magic any longer. His entire body quakes with the cold and the zombie can't do anything to help because even though he can't feel it his skin is freezing to the touch. So, there's no way Robbie could help with warming the magician. And he hates it. Currently Marvin is shakily dragging a piece of firewood from the pile. Robbie is standing to help when the magician falls over to the floor, body spasming from the freezing cold. The zombie hurries to his side as fast as his aching joints will allow, hands hovering over the magician, too afraid to touch him. Marvin is a dark blue blob, just like the snow outside. There's only a small flicker of dull orange in his stomach and Robbie knows this is not a good sign. His heart is beating too slow, stuttering occasionally. “Mm-... Maaarrrinnn…” Robbie whimpered, heart seizing at seeing how cold and weak the magician currently is. They had only come here for a short trip. But of course that snowstorm had to blow in. Of course it had to cut off their service and strand them. “I- it's okay, R- Robbie,” Marvin stuttered and Robbie can hear his teeth clattering together, can see the cold breaths leaving his mouth in short gusts. He tries to push himself back up but his arms give out beneath him. The dull orange fades to a dark yellow and Robbie whimpers once more because that's one more color until blue. “I'm.. in f-fine.” Robbie knows that is a terrible lie but he can't do anything to help warm. Well, maybe he could… he looks to the piece of firewood Marvin had been trying to drag and grabs it, the rough surface tearing at his already cracked skin. He drags it to where Marvin had been starting fires for the past few days and hurries to the pile of firewood, grabbing another piece and adding it. He then looks to Marvin because he has no idea how to start a fire. Marvin doesn't seem to notice his questioning state because he only curls in further on himself, trying to capture any warmth leaving his body. The zombie grits his teeth together and looks at the pile he'd made. This is the last few pieces of firewood before they are out. He has to figure this out. He has to help Marvin. He stumbles to the bag that Marvin had saved from their tent which they had stayed in at first and sloppily zips it open. Now that he's beginning to panic his movements are even choppier than before, all jerky and uncoordinated. He wracks his tired brain, hoping to find some memory from before or how to start a fire. A small square… a silver gleam… click… click… flames. He unceremoniously tears through the bag, much similar to a wild animal. He'd eaten his last piece of human flesh they had brought so he would be satisfied for another day or two when he would begin to lose control over his mind. That would be a problem if they were still here. But he'll worry about that later. If it comes to that.

He throws anything that doesn't look similar at all to what he remembers, fingers rubbing along the surfaces of each item in hope that it would be familiar. It's when he reaches the bottom of the bag that his fingertips brush over the slick and square surface of something. He pauses and fumbles to grab that item, quickly pulling it out and smelling at it. He cringes at the scent. It smells of gas and flames packed into a small square. But this is what he had been looking for. He hurriedly crawls back to the small pile of firewood and quickly checks on Marvin. Relief hits him when he hears the sound of a weak heartbeat coming from the curled magician. Marvin had at some point wrapped his cape around him tightly, as though hoping to find some kind of warmth from it. Robbie holds up the strange box in one hand and tries to use it. But he can't seem to figure out how. He whines like a dog, the sound loud enough to catch the sluggish attention of Marvin who looks up worriedly to the zombie. As if something could be worrying about Robbie. “Wha- what's wr- wrong?” Marvin stammered and he sounds even worse then Robbie when talking but he can actually understand him so much easier. Maybe he could always talk like this. He shakes his head at the idea. He holds up the small square to show Marvin and he can just see the magician slowly blink. A jumble of emotions surrounds him, his mind too cold to actually process a proper feeling. But he does seem to recognize the item after a moment. He's acting too much like Robbie for Robbie’s taste. He knows that's not good for a human. “Th- that's a- a li- lighter,” Marvin explained and he lays his head down because it was too hard to hold it up. Robbie bites down on his tongue and whines again, crawling closer to the magician to prod at his side. That makes Marvin start. “You- you re- remove th- the top t- to st- start a f- fire.” He pauses, drawing in a shaking breath. “Th- there's a swit- switch in- inside. Cl- click it..” Robbie does as instructed, fingers shakily opening the top. His thumb runs along the edge until he finds the switch that Marvin had been speaking of. He presses down on it as hard as he could and a few red dots fill the air for a moment- fire! He gasps and hurries to the firewood, falling to his stomach just beside it. He sticks his tongue out and presses down many more times, trying to get those small dots to return. He holds the lighter to the wood and flicks. The small dots fly out, rub against the wood. He growls angrily when nothing happens, however. No sound aside from his angry growling, the click of the lighter and Marvin’s slow breathing fills the cave. He knows he doesn't have to worry as long as he can faintly heat the soft breathing from the magician laid out behind him. He doesn't know how long- too long- for the red dos to finally catch on the wood. But when they do the wood slowly is covered by the warm red of flames and he claps his hands together excitedly, looking back at Marvin with a grin. But he loses the grin as soon as he hears that heart stop beating. Robbie lets out a scream, scrambling back for Marvin. He grabs his arms, not caring how cold his hands are because Marvin needs the fire right fucking now. He lays the magician as close as he can to the flames without full on throwing him in and falls to his knees beside Marvin, actually breathing as worry fills him. Now all he can do is wait.

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Yea it's kind of an open ending. Am I truly evil yet when it comes to writing?

Robbie would become a zombie that plagues the area that they are if Marvin died. He'd become a mindless monster that eats anything that gets near it, basically. Except for the corpse in his cave...

Hey, maybe I'll continue writing this. But probably not. I wanna be evil lol

[officergrimes-daddydixon]

Rick smut!!

(Request 1: Hey. I really love your page and writing (definitely my fave lol)!!! Could you do a rick x reader smut after they come back from a really hard run or something ty Request 2:Heeey! You’re such an amazing writer! Can u pls write a rick x reader smut where the reader is young (but of age of course) and she thinks she can do things on her own so she sneaks away and gets attacked by a walker and rick finds her just in time and somehow in the chaos of fighting off the walker he falls on top of her and they end up having rough sex in the woods? Pls and thank u!)

Note: so i decided to merge these two requests as they were quite similar, i hope you enjoy!

Warning: ROUGH SMUT, swearing, oral (you receiving)  —————————————————————————————————-

You crossed your arms over your chest and angrily looked out the window of the car, watching the trees all blur into one big blob of green.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of (y/n)” Rick spoke from the driver’s seat.

You ignored him and continued to sulk. Rick had taken you out on a run so that you could practice killing walkers and just get your defence up in general. You ended up nearly getting yourself killed and Rick had to come to your rescue. You hated that you couldn’t look after yourself. It was bad enough that you were the youngest in the group, and now you had to be saved by Rick? You wanted to prove to him that you could take care of yourself, you really liked him and you didn’t want to let him down. You rolled your eyes as he continued to tell you that it was okay and you could try again tomorrow.

“Fine” you muttered.

You pulled up to the gates of Alexandria and as soon as rick parked up the car you were out of it in a second. You walked back to your house and shut yourself in for the rest of the day. You had a plan, you would sneak out later and find some walkers to practice killing, then tomorrow you could surprise Rick with your new skills.                                                      **********

You shrugged your jacket on before slipping your knife into your hand. You snuck out of your house and slipped through the small crack in the gates. Nerves ran through you as you tightened the grip on your knife and spotted the first walker. You remembered what Rick said, stay calm, you’re faster than them, and smarter. You let the walker get closer to you before you grabbed its shoulder and shoved the knife through its head. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding when the walker slid to the ground. You wiped its blood on your jeans and moved on to the next. One, two, three. You were taking out walkers like you were a pro. You looked at the last walker and grinned at it.

“Come on you piece of shit! Give me all you got!” you spread your arms out and watched the walker limping towards you. You raised your knife and you were just about to end its misery when you heard a gurgle from behind you. You turned and didn’t have time to think before the walker lunged at you, sending you flying to the floor. You tried to fight the walker off with only your hands, you had no idea where your knife had fallen. You noticed the other walker was getting closer to you and you were about to give up fighting when two gun shots rung through the air. The walker went limp above you and you watched the other drop to the ground. You quickly jumped to your feet and turned around to see Rick, a gun in his hand. He had saved your life again.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

“I was trying to surprise you for tomorrow!” you defended yourself.

“By getting yourself killed?”

“I could have handled it!”

“Yeah right, (y/n). You need to stop trying to prove yourself to me. I can already see that you’re a strong woman” he stepped closer to you.

You looked down to the floor but Rick grabbed your chin and jolted your head up. “I can’t lose you”

His words echoed in your ears as you moved your face up to his and kissed him. He held your chin in place and you were only in control for a couple of seconds before Rick somehow forced your mouth open and started caressing your tongue with his. The rough movement of his lips and the growing lump in his pants was turning you on. He guided your hands to his bulge and you massaged it, making sure to apply pressure where he liked it. He moaned into your mouth and you did the same as he moved his hand into your jeans, his fingers finding your soft spot.

Rick pushed you up to a nearby tree and he practically ripped your clothes off, you were left in only your bra and panties. You fumbled with the belt in his jeans but you managed to get it off. He quickly removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor. There was no time for Rick to admire your body, he was in the mood for rough sex, where there was barely any passion involved, just straight up dominance on his part. The tree bark dug into your back as Rick pushed his body up against you, making you feel his hard on press against your thigh.

Rick was leaving dark bruises on your neck from the sucking and biting, he then dropped to his knees and lifted your leg onto his shoulder. You moaned out in pleasure as he slowly licked up your slit, not applying enough pressure on the parts you wanted. You grabbed a handful of his hair and you practically pushed his head further into you, closing your eyes as he was finally getting your right spots.  He moaned into you, sending vibrations shooting through your body. He knew you were close to orgasm, so he moaned one more time into you before removing his head, not allowing you to have that euphoric release.

He stood back up and lifted your leg even higher. He pressed his forehead against yours before shoving himself all into you. You shouted out in pleasure and pain and Rick placed his hand against your mouth to keep you from making any more noise.

“If you want that pussy fucked then you gotta be quiet” he growled in your ear.

You nodded your head and he continued to move at a fast pace. You grabbed onto his shoulders as your leg was starting to shake and you were forgetting how to stand. Rick noticed and pulled out of you. He flipped you around and pushed you to the floor, your ass facing him. The dirt and leaves felt cold against your bare breasts but you forgot about that when Rick entered you from behind. The pleasure was more than you could handle and you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from moaning out loud. You both let out little grunts here and there but nothing more.

Rick then leaned forward and dug his fingers into the soft dirt, clearly the pleasure was overwhelming for him too. He thrusted into you harder, his long length hitting your g-spot over and over until it sent you over the edge. Rick grabbed a chunk of your hair and pulled your head back, covering your mouth again with his other hand while your screams became muffled. As your walls clenched around him it sent him over the edge as well, both of you carrying out each other’s highs for what seemed like forever.

When you had both caught your breath back you heard the familiar groan of walkers. Rick quickly helped you up and you both put your clothes back on, you made sure to roll your eyes at him when he saw your ripped shirt. He gave you a quick apology before dragging you through the woods and back to the safety of Alexandria. —————————————————————————————————-