#bc it just periodically crashes and closes all of them

[curiosity-killed]

24, 32, 34

VICTORY OVER THE HORRORS ACHIEVED!!

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

oh hm. I guess this is kind of cliche but I've worked really hard to know what's right for me at a given time and build a life that I love? From things like my apartment and how it's set up to like continuing to pursue dance professionally while working at a job I mostly like a lot and care about and continuing to grow as a writer and artist and pianist and building a community around me of people I love and admire.

Like it's easy for me to get bogged down in what's not great (e.g., frustration with dance. a lot. lol) and to joke about how my younger self wouldn't be impressed at all because I was a judgmental lil shit, but in reality, I think if a younger version of myself saw me now it would both be very validating in that I am becoming more and more myself every year and hopeful in the knowledge that like...this life is possible and I get to have it. So I guess I'm like proud of the work I've done and continue to do for that and I'm just really grateful to have this life.

ahem okay sappiness over!!

32. how many tabs do you have open right now?

HA! I shut down my laptop last night for updates so I currently only have 4 open 😎

(...and 34 on my phone and let's just not talk about my work laptop)

34. any pet peeves?

oh man so many! I am. a little bit of a cranky old man at heart lol but I think my biggest pet peeve is probably just when someone I'm talking to doesn't actually listen to me

fun questions >:D

[orcelito]

Really, things r gonna start moving so much faster in discacc if I can just get off my Ass and write more

Like I was thinking about it and there's really only one more major story beat to hit before I can move onto the next big thing. And ohhhhh I am so excited for this thing.

[anakinsposts]

chad meeks martin x reader

prompt: it’s 2AM and chad is extremely horny. he’s begging you to come over to help him but there’s one problem…ethan’s his roommate.

warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, hand over mouth bc reader is LOUD, throat fucking, spitting, daddy kink (bc why not?)

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“Come over?” your phone buzzed just as you were about to fall asleep. You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the bright light of the screen. You glanced over the text before unlocking your phone and replying.

“No.” you texted back, locking your phone, before rolling over and closing your eyes once more.

It was only seconds later that your screen lit up again. You sighed, grabbing it and reading the text.

“It wasn’t a question,” Chad responded.

“Then why did you add a question mark?” you replied back.

“Come over.” he replied again, this time with a period on the end. The corner of your lips curved into a small smile. “It’s 2:34 in the morning…go to sleep already.”

“I can’t go to sleep when my dick is excruciatingly hard.” Your eyes read over the text several times, biting your lip in the process. “Excruciatingly? I didn’t know those big words were in your vocabulary.”

“Hahaha you’re so fucking funny…But seriously, i’m so hard.”

“Proof?” you sent back as a completely joke. But knowing Chad, he wouldn’t take it as that. Just as you expected, the next message was sent with a video.

You opened it without hesitation, making sure to turn the volume down so you wouldn’t wake any of the girls. You watched as Chad’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock and began jerking himself off.

After a few seconds you heard him say, “Daddy needs you so bad baby…need to fill that sweet pussy with my cum.” You squeezed your thighs together. The effect he had on you was perpetual.

“What about Ethan?” you replied back, rewatching the video as you waited for his response. “He took like five melatonin gummies and crashed hours ago..plus we can be quiet.”

Before you could reply he sent another text, “Or at least I can make you.” You didn’t have to give it much thought before you convinced yourself to be his sneaky link for the night. You texted him that you’d be over in 15.

You got out of bed before throwing a sweatshirt over your tank and pajama shorts, you grabbed your shoes and put them on before tiptoeing through the apartment. If Tara or Sam caught you sneaking out, they wouldn’t let you live it down.

You made your way down the street until you eventually hit campus grounds, which was only a few blocks down from the apartment. It took some time finding the right building in the dark but you eventually stumbled upon it.

To avoid waking up Ethan, you sent Chad a text telling him that you were at the door. Moments later, it opened to reveal him, shirtless..muscles and tattoos on full display. “Hi,” you said shyly.

“Hey angel,” he said softly before pulling you inside and crashing his lips onto yours. You felt his hard cock press against your lower stomach and you immediately reached down below the waist band of his boxers to take him in your hand.

He let out a low moan as he felt some of the relief he was desperate to have. You didn’t ask or waste time. You just dropped to your knees in front of him. “You don’t ha-“

“I want to,” you told him before he could finish, looking up at him with those innocent, doe eyes that drove him absolutely insane.

You pulled his boxers all the way down, his cock springing free from the fabric. You wrapped your hand around the base, as you left slow, wet kisses up the length and eventually to the tip.

You spit on his cock and then used that to get it slick. You looked up at him once again as he watched your every move with anticipation. “Is this what you wanted daddy?” you asked, batting your eyelashes.

“So much, angel. God, you’re fucking perfect,” he held your chin in his hand, caressing the side of your cheek with his thumb. Your eyes diverted over to Ethan’s bed only for a second to make sure he was still asleep before giving your full attention back to Chad.

You began sucking his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip, moaning in the process. Chad gathered your hair in his fist, holding it into a ponytail. He looked down in awe as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned softly, eyes rolling back. Usually he was more vocal but with sleeping beauty literally five feet away, he needed some restraint. You pulled off with a ‘pop’ sound and stroked him, “Does it feel good daddy?”

“So good…you look so hot with my cock in your mouth…such a little slut for me,” he moaned, guiding your head back down. This time, he took control, thrusting his cock down your throat and fucking into it relentlessly.

He loved the sounds of your gags, and pleads for air, but he knew you could take it so he didn’t stop. Not until tears were falling from your eyes. It was so wrong but he fucking loved making you cry, especially on his cock.

He fucked your mouth for a few more moments before pulling out, a string of spit coming from your mouth. You gasped for air, but maintained eye contact with him the entire time.

Though you would never say it out loud, you absolutely loved being Chad’s little fuck toy. Whatever he needed, you wanted to give him.

He pulled you up and kissed you again before pulling you over to the bed. You both got under the covers and he moved his hand down to the waistband of your pj shorts. You knew you were soaked but Chad’s reaction to just how wet you were was shocking.

His fingers slid right in, curling up against your walls to get your hole prepared for his cock. “Gonna stretch this little cunt so good,” he whispered in your ear. “Please,” you moaned softly.

You lifted your hips to help him slide off your shorts, while you removed your top. He got on top of you, smothering you with his large and muscular figure. You were so small compared to him, “My perfect little slut,” he said as he lined up with your hole.

You let out a moan, way louder than expected, when he pushed into you. His hand immediately covered your mouth, looking over at Ethan. The curly headed boy was still sound asleep. He sighed in relief before turning back to you, “You’ve gotta be quiet..”

“B-but it feels so good.” you moaned in his hand as he started thrusting. “I know angel, but don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” he asked, forcing his cock deeper inside your tight cunt.

You nodded in response as he began fucking you at a steady pace. While he was worried about you being quiet, he didn’t seem to worry about the headboard beating against the wall as his thrusts got stronger.

Your nails scratched at his back, which would surely leave marks tomorrow. “M-mmm..f-fuck,” your moans muffled in his hand.

“S’ warm and tight..” he groaned, Chad fucked you in that position for several more minutes before flipping you over on your stomach. He gripped your waist as he guided you back on his throbbing cock. The new position allowing him to bury himself deeper inside you.

Suddenly, both of your fears came true as you heard Ethan’s tired voice. “Chad? What’s going on?” he said, half asleep, looking over but seeing nothing due to the dark room. Chad pushed your face into the pillow, not slowing his pace at all. “Nothing bro, i’m just looking for my phone..go back to sleep.”

Ethan didn’t say anything, he just rolled over to face the wall before dozing off again. Chad knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long before his roommate actually woke up, but the fact that his cock had been hard for hours before you came over, it wouldn’t take long to cum.

And the way you were gripping and clenching around his cock, was only adding to the equation. He gave your ass a few slaps as he fucked you hard and fast. You moaned into the pillow as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Chad grabbed your hair in his first, pulling it back, making your back arch. He was so deep inside you his tip was basically hitting your cervix. It felt so good but also so painful. You felt like your insides were being ripped apart by his cock.

“You’re a fuckin’ slut you know that baby? Letting me ruin your little hole while my roommate’s asleep next to us. I bet you wish he’d wake up and find you all fucked out like this, don’t you?” he asked. His obscene words sending you closer to the edge.

“Y-yes daddy..please d-don’t stop,” you moaned quietly as you lifted your head from the pillow. “Bet Ethan would like to see you all cock drunk this like too…show him how much of a little whore you are.”

All you could do was cry out in response “But we can’t have that, can we? Because you belong to me..my perfect cum slut.”

“Gonna cum..please let me cum daddy,” you babbled. So cock drunk, you were almost incoherent. “Cum on my cock baby…that’s right..just like that,” he groaned, not caring if he woke Ethan at this point.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body shaking and shivering as the overwhelming sensation rocked through your body. The way you clenched around him brought him to his own orgasm as his warm cum filled you up.

“You did so good baby,” he praised, pulling out and turning you around to face him. He caressed your cheek softly as you both caught your breath. You laid like that for several minutes before he got up to fetch a wash cloth, coming back and cleaning you up.

He pulled your shorts back up, but it didn’t help the face that his cum was slowly leaking out of you. “Wanna stay with you,” you said faintly, followed by a small yawn.

“I wasn’t going to let you leave,” he smiled before putting on his boxers and crawling back in bed with you. He wrapped you in his strong arms as you both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you opened your eyes to see Ethan getting ready for class. Chad was still passed out next to you. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, “Hi, E,” you smiled.

“Morning y/n,” he replied, glancing over at you with a smile before grabbing his stuff and heading toward the door.

“Hope it’s okay that I slept here,” you said. “Of course…but tell pretty boy when he wakes up…that he’ll have to do a better job at keeping you quiet next time.”

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Hope u guys liked this one! Feel free to send me Chad smut requests!!

[lilyhoshikawa]

So between the time of the prelude part of ATSV, where Gwen’s dad rejects her and she becomes effectively homeless, to the scene toward the end where they reconcile, she:

- Grows her hair out a noticeable amount, dyes the end on one side

- Changes the design of her Spider-Woman suit (the prelude scene uses the ITSV costume and it is slightly different after her reintroduction)

- Goes on “a couple dozen” missions with Hobie, becomes close with him, eventually good enough friends that she can crash at his place and steal his shoes

- Spends enough time in the Spider Society to become closer with Jess and to some extent Miguel, enough so that she talks about them to Miles as if she knows them well, and to the extent that Jess views Gwen as her “star pupil” (whether that comment have been made seriously or demeaningly, it implies they’re close enough that Gwen will catch the message and that they’ve spent some time working together). Miguel also later implies that Gwen “knew better” during the Mumbattan mission, again implying she’s been at least taught this stuff and Miguel is aware of that

- Spends enough time apart from Miles that both parties are experiencing a lot of longing to see one another again. This is hard to quantify bc there’s also the time between the end of the first movie and the prelude to take into account, but it still feels meaningful. It’s been long enough that Miles has filled a sketchbook with doodles of Gwen, which has to have taken awhile

And I’m thinking abt all of this, and how that’s easy to miss. In the scene with Miles, Gwen doesn’t directly mention that she’s homeless or that her dad basically kicked her out, she says Hobie lets her crash in his dimension sometimes, but she’s obviously underselling how long it’s been just the same as she’s underselling a lot of other things in that scene. I think we’re kind of underestimating just how big the gap in time was that Gwen was away from home, why her dad changed his tune when she reappeared, at least partially. It’s possible part of why he was willing to listen was bc Gwen just DISAPPEARED for anywhere from weeks to months.

And that’s a period of time that can’t have been easy for her either- effectively homeless, prohibited from seeing Miles, only having a few ppl to confide in, and being indoctrinated by the Spider Society’s toxic beliefs surrounding the canon. It’s no wonder she behaves the way she does after Miles meets back up with her, given what she’s been through and is still going through at that point, and I think a lot of ppl are quick to jump the gun when blaming Gwen for not immediately jumping to Miles’ defense. Sure, she was wrong to side with the Spider Society, but keep in mind that they were effectively dangling homelessness in front of her at every turn. Jess threatens her when she sneaks off to see Miles just once, just briefly, and after she’s determined to have “failed” a second time, Miguel makes good on that threat by dumping Gwen back in her home dimension and shutting off her watch, effectively abandoning her altogether. If her dad had so much as withheld Hobie’s watch from her, if he hadn’t been willing to make amends, she would be stranded with nowhere to go. So the fact that she still puts herself on the line to go after Miles? Pretty goddamn commendable.

A lot of ppl talk abt the obvious transness of Gwen in this movie, both allegorically in her arc and subtextually with all the neon trans pride flag colors the movie keeps slapping u in the face with to make sure u get it (not saying that as an insult btw- with trans allegories, blunter is better, given how reluctant general audiences clearly are to accepting trans characters being canonized), but this is one element I don’t see discussed as much. Gwen embodies this very raw, vivid element of the trans and especially transfeminine experience in this movie.

She is a homeless transfem minor, kicked out of her house by a parent that does not accept her identity, who finds a home with the first group of ppl who are like her and willing to accept her for who she is. She is desperate to please them because they’re her only support system, even as they actively cut off her other avenues for support and make her reliant on them, frequently threatening her with abandonment unless she falls in line, shuts up and acts as she’s told to, knowing that if they drop her she has nowhere else to go. That’s the lived experience of many a trans woman who goes looking for help in a desperate situation. It’s extremely hard not to sympathize with her knowing that.

[nikkisheep]

I loved your last billy x sister do here is a nother one.

Steve Harrington x hargrove reader.

Twins, billy and yn are twins. Yn is on the track team so she always watches his basketball practice after she is done.

She is like one of the guys. Except with her best friend. What would their reaction be to her coming in from practice ... Giggling.

I imagine Steve, who has seen this very little like jaw hits the floor.

The rest of the team is dumb struck.

But Billy has seen this before so he only a little surprised. Bc you only did it with your friends from cali.

Maybe some interactions between all of them with Steve dating Billy's sister

Billy's sister

Warnings: fluff, Angela is not the one from season 3

Steve Harrington x hargrove reader

Running the last lap around the track, you find your best friend Angela. She catches up to you, almost crashing into you. Smiling with her ponytail swinging with her steps, the two of you walk to the gym to change into fresh clothes.

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Steve was taking the final shot of the five minute period before the final one started. Billy was pushing up against him, taunting him with his words. That is until they hear the gym door open, revealing a giggling you.

The move to Hawkins was a big change for you and Billy. While Billy wasn't too happy, you tried to make the best of it. That's how you met Angela and joined the track team.

When Billy heard your giggle, he looked to you, allowing Steve to make a layup. You looked to your twin and adverted your eyes to a certain brown eyed boy. Steve had asked you out a few weeks beforre and you couldn't be more lovestruck than ever.

You were laughing at something that Angela had said, then stopped when you see Billy. He was overprotective of you and as much as you loved that about him, you wanted him to give you some freedom. You don't normally laugh, smile or cling to someone's arm like you do with Angela. Billy liked the smile on your face. He remembered the day that he broke the move to you, he never saw you cry so much.

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After changing, the two of you walk out to the bleachers and watch the boys practice. You watched Steve the entire time.

"You know, you look like a creep." Angela laughed from beside you.

"Says the person who has a crush on my brother," You giggle.

"Hey, Billy is hot."

"And so is Steve," You roll your eyes with a laugh.

You turn to the practice again, making eye contact with Steve and smile. You wave, he waves back and you blush.

"Y/n, this is for you," Steve yells, winking at you.

He goes to shoot but Billy blocks him.

"Next time Harrington," Billy smirked.

Billy didn't mind you dating Steve but he just didn't understand why. He didn't understand what you saw in him, but the Harrington boy makes you happy. That's all that matters to Billy.

Once practice was over, you went to kiss Steve on the cheek when you gave him a hug.

"You did great, Steve."

"Yeah, Harrington. You did great," Billy mocked you with a fake lovestruck look.

"Shut it Billy," You giggle.

Billy looked at you with a slightly surprised face, normally you said it sarcastically. He was liking the sight of his twin getting comfortable here, even if he didn't like Hawkins.

"You know you love me," He smiles.

"Only cause I love myself and everytime I look in the mirror, I see your face."

Steve snickers at your remark. He goes to pull you close.

"Harrington, hands off."

You turn red and hide in the crook of Steve's neck.

Angela talks a bit to Billy, stuttering over her words and blushing. Billy smirked at her and asked her if she wanted to go on a date. You had to catch her so she didn't hit her head when she started to faint.

You waved goodbye to the boys and linked arms with Angela.

"Of all people, Billy?"

"I could ask the same thing, Mrs. Hargrove." She giggled.

The two of you skipped to your next class when the bell rung.

"She is amazing," Steve said.

"Yeah and you make her happy," Billy admits.

"However, if you ever hurt her I will hunt you down."

"Oh believe me, I have no plans on hurting her." Steve smiled.

Billy watched his sister skip arm linked with Angela. He smiled when he heard the faint sounds of your laugh. If you were happy, Billy was happy.

[seraphicalsuccubus]

I agree with the other anonymous posts. You definitely would make a great trophy wife but also like the idea of you being a free use housewife hehe

but like ….

I wanna be BOTH !!!!!

like. I wanna be the hot little free use trophy housewife that all your friends WISH they had at home and are envious of you for having because, for one, I’m just that fucking hot and you get full free reign of using me whenever the urge strikes you, but also because I actually take care of you and cook for you and look after your mental health and well-being and take care of the pets and stuff every day and just make sure the house is taken care of and always well kept and clean and just … yeah lmao

BUT on the flip side, let’s look at the cons (to someone else, I don’t see them as cons bc I’m biased and think I’m pretty great but I’m usually too much for most people so clearly these are cons to some of y’all lmao)

I also take cat naps on and off ALL day to make up for never sleeping at night or I stay up for like 4 days straight and then crash for 18+ hours so I go silent during random periods of the day. and I game too, so I go into murderous rages while pvping or raiding in WoW so you’ll hear occasional incoherent frustrated shrieking/screaming or me talking a LOTTTTT of shit about both the opposing faction’s team AND my team and also go on random tangents to you about the game in general fairly often and not just while I’m playing (and I’ll try to get you to play with me so I can have someone to play with and not just mindlessly queue battlegrounds or pug raids the entire time I’m online and have more of a drive to do in game things aside from those lmao). and also other tangents about random things themselves since I do ramble a LOT bc I fall down so many ADHD rabbit holes and have so many fixations and learn about so much random fucking shit just because and love to share that odd knowledge with people and that’s like despite taking 60mg of adderall every day lmao. and I also like to hoard an overwhelming amount of house plants so our house will look like a jungle (and collect expensive and rare plants especially) and will cover the house in gothy decor and gothy kitchenware and gothy cat towers and gothy cat toys and dark elegant gothy curtains with nice drapey kinda valances and sheers and multiple layers to them and we have to have a pretty canopy around our bed so we can pull the curtains around the bed closed and like retreat from the rest of the world and just have our time together at night. and I like to raise moths and butterflies and I want to pin and preserve the next set of specimens I raise so I can display them but like as something that I made and raised and brought to life and shit so it has more meaning to me bc I was the one who did everything to raise and then preserve them rather than having them just be pretty bugs encased in resin that I bought online and shit. and I collect big stompy platform goth boots from Demonia and thigh high stiletto heeled boots from Pleaser and a lot of goth clothing and expensive lingerie and sex toys. and I also need the AC on like constantly bc I like being cold and I prefer bundling up to try and stay cozy in cold rooms (unless I’m actually too cold and really need a heat source, then I’ll cave and turn the AC off lol). and I need a game room with a nice desk for my laptop and my two monitors and a new pink and white gaming chair to match my pink gaming set up (and the white mouse I want to replace the pink one I have rn bc I feel like a pink keyboard, pink kitty ear headset, and pink mouse is too much pink in one concentrated area so I wanna break it up w a white mouse and white on my chair instead, maybe???) and lots of nice RGB lighting in the room and make it a cozy lil space that you can share with me bc I want it to be OUR game room. and you have to randomly duet songs with me like anything from fucking Frank Sinatra to Megan Thee Stallion to Motionless in White to fucking Irish drinking songs and bands like The Clancy Brothers or The Dropkick Murphy’s to assorted musicals to Lights to the Pop Goes Punk albums to Disney songs like you gotta vibe to the whole fuckin spectrum of music with me always lmao. and I also need a nice vanity with a beautiful and BIG lighted mirror for when I do all my makeup and when I remove the old color/bleach/dye my hair and you’d have to help me install my new extensions every like 2-3 months bc I refuse to go to a salon to get them installed so I’d have to teach you to do it and you’d have to pay attention to me very closely so you don’t fuck them up bc then it’ll be a pain in the ass to fix and I’ll be frustrated and upset and then you’ll be frustrated too and all that. oh and I’m also gonna con you into doing my regular daily skincare routine w me even if I have to buy you different products bc we have different skin types and also drag you into the shower/bath with me whenever I wanna shower or relax in the tub, and yeah so like …..

ya gotta REALLY be down w ALL that, and then some, for me to actually be a trophy wife to any of y’all bc I’m a bit eccentric and high maintenance lmao … 😅

[jukeboxuniverse]

hi!! for the prompt blurbs.. kisses in the rain + desperate kisses combined f/o is jimmy mcgill/saul goodman from better call saul/breaking bad - he's kind of a dick, cuts corners and takes shortcuts rather than working for things he wants, criminal lawyer who tried to be legit and help people before deciding to just do it for the money. kinda closed off and wary of close relationships but gets attached real easy (abandonment issues) s/i is lucian donne (or mcgill, depending on when in our relationship it is), psychologist, friends with jimmy since college (so like, at least 15 years) and has had a massive crush on him for their entire friendship. nervous, sensitive, takes things to heart too much and has major abandonment issues relationship is basically Slow Burn Premium, jimmy didn't realize he Could like guys until he was told point blank that everyone can see it except for him and lucian. years of mutual pining except neither of them knew it was mutual. we tease and make fun of each other all the time, our love language is pretty much just bullying but we'd also die for each other if needed. like we call each other names and then cuddle on the couch all night because we're In Love

@tothemoon-ships

thank you for your patience! hope u enjoy! @tothemoon-ships

someday i'll get around to watching bb and bcs, i need to since im FROM new mexico

It rarely rains in New Mexico, just during the summertime months, and only for brief periods, where rain torrents painfully from the sky and subsides within only about a half an hour. You and Jimmy have been walking outside for about ten minutes as rain crashes down. The exhaustion has crawled into the lines of Jimmy’s face now that there’s time to hold still. Despite his frequent cutting of corners and dodging through legal red tape, his work takes a toll on him. He sits down on the cement doorstep next to you, avoiding the rain but embracing the smell of the desert in the rain. 

Jimmy never knew that he was allowed to like men. It really never had actually clicked that he did, he’d just always had you and he’d known the way he felt about you but it had taken a long time for him to clock that the butterflies in his stomach were more than just frequent bouts of indigestion. Perhaps an inhumanly long time but it is what it is; it’s all good, man, after all. Jimmy turns his head to look at you, his eyes soft and blue as the Albuquerque sky. 

You’d expected your first kiss to be softer or with some kind of build up. When you’d imagined it, lying in your bed late at night, you hadn’t been quite sure how to imagine it—always soft, but sometimes a lean in, you hate to admit it but the stupid “boy lean” appeals to you, or maybe it would be in a familiar place. Instead, it’s on the sidewalk, his hair plastering to your cheeks as the rain continues. His hands grip your cheeks and pull you in so closely that the only thing you know is him. His smell, his taste, the warmth of his upper lip, the press of his nose against your cheek. 

The kiss catches you entirely off guard, but you grip his shoulders to ground yourself. When he breaks away, it is just as the rain stops, with the sun shining through the clouds. Jimmy bumps his forehead against yours. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t really need to.

[under-theweirwood]

Ooooo and/ or 22 for the cubs

okay so its finnlo, but i got carried away

here's an alternate first kiss, out of adrenaline.

(coops drabble tmrw)

Finn knew from the first time he saw Logan skate at pre-season camp that he was going to be a killer on the ice. He was small, but speedy, so light on his feet it seemed closer to flying. Finn had zoned out and almost missed his turn at a drill more than once, hypnotized by the way Logan cut across the ice. 

That didn’t make it any more exciting when he scored his first goal of his rookie season, a fast arcing shot over the shoulder of BC’s goalie. He’d outmaneuvered a boy twice his size, it seemed, finding a path where there had been none all game. They had been tied up all period, the clock running down on what had been a long, tiring, boring game. The buzzer went off and Finn was across the ice, crashing against Logan. 

 His friend, his roommate, his teammate- he knocked his helmet back against Finn, smiling bigger than Finn’d ever seen him smile. His green eyes squinty in the corner, a trickle of sweat coming down his forehead. 

“That’s my ROOMIE,” Finn cheered, yelling too loudly for how close he was to Logan’s face. He didn’t seem to mind though, just reached out a hand to pull Finn close to him. 

For a second, every nerve in Finn’s body was clued into Logan; smelling like deodorant and sweat and excitement and adrenaline, maybe a little sticky, red in the face and chapped lips. 

Afterwards, he’d swear he meant to kiss him on the cheek, the dry chaste pecks they’d all share in the excitement of a point or a win. He leaned in, and at the same time Logan turned his head just enough that their lips brushed together. 

It couldn’t have been more than a second, a millisecond even. Finn’s heart hammered harder than it had all night, harder than after a double shift or a track workout. Logan’s face was impossibly soft underneath his helmet. 

“Oh,” Logan said, pulling back. 

“Oh,” Finn laughed. He had a feeling he wouldn’t stop thinking about that for a while, even if it was nothing, just a mistake of coordination and adrenaline. 

Will crashed into them both, cheering them on. “Magic duo,” he crowed, proudly.

Magic for sure, Finn thought, skating back toward the bench. That was one way of describing Logan. 

[prisonicmorality]

❤️ my first roleplay memory

🍪 my favorite roleplay memory

🌵 my worst roleplay memory

munday questions // closed!

oh god, going right for the tough ones

❤️ my first roleplay memory

My first roleplay memory would have to be during the yahoo groups time period; i can't remember specifics, but there was my slayers OCs Rudy and... i can't remember the blue dragon's name at all, it was probably something stupid bc i was 12. but anyway, it was them, lina and gourry's son, and a couple other characters talking about what to get for dinner. and someone made a joke about eating my dragon and my dragon started crying.

and then there was a monster raid.

thats all i remember lol

🍪 my favorite roleplay memory

gosh, my favorite roleplay memory... i think i have to go with when i was rping Problem Sleuth, and, again, my memory's a little foggy, but he and a spades slick were fighting, and it was probably the best i've ever written a fight scene, and it was mostly because sleuth is such a fun character to write for.

he was an absolute mess and the only reason he won the fight was because a member of the felt crashed the fight, and sleuth and slick had to shift their attention to the mobster that crashed the fight. and then, because they're both dumb as bricks, they immediately forgot why they were fighting and just. waved at each other and walked opposite directions.

i cannot remember if this was a dms rp or on my old blog for him.

i miss rping him.

🌵 my worst roleplay memory

sucks in a deep breath

probably the time i got stalked by someone who really wanted to ship our muses, and could not separate muse from mun. they found me everywhere online and really freaked me out. i'd never had that kind of interaction before it and it sucked. i ended up abandoning every blog i had at the time and remaking - and blocking them right off the bat.

but i couldn't enjoy the character anymore after that, it was just totally soured. and then i fell out of the fandom bc it was kind of full of weirdos and just never went back to it.

[ahsokatanos-lightsabertechnique]

A Clint Barton Appreciation Essay/Analysis

Disclaimer: Hey! Movie Clint wasn’t great! MCU Hawkeye is a disservice to Jeremy Renner and Clint Barton. Kind of unfortunate casting in my opinion, bc I love Jeremy Renner and I love comics! Hawkeye.

Clint Barton’s life started out normally. And by normally I mean it started out sucky (how much suck-ier it got after that was not normal, and arguably spiraling into increasing levels of suck is Clint Barton’s superpower). He and his older brother, Barney, were regularly beaten by the drunken waste of a human they called a father. Their mother was caught in the same situation, so it’s not really fair to call her out (and I’m not trying to!). However, it’s worth noting that the boys didn’t get much protection from her either (not trying to victim-shame, just saying the dynamics of the situation had an impact on Clint and his brother). One day his father beat him so badly that he lost most of his hearing. Not long after this, his parents died in a car crash (his father was driving drunk, big surprise), and the boys were kicked into the foster system. That was a mess. Enough said. So, at this point, Clint has never known any adults that didn’t let him down somehow. Actually, scratch that, he never lived with an adult that didn’t abuse him in some way or another. Eventually the foster system was so bad that they ran away and joined a nearby circus. They were taken in by two acts called the Swordsman and Trick Shot. The boys were trained by the two men, and for a short period things went well for Clint, since he found something he was really really good at (arrows and throwing knives, yippee) and was praised for it. This didn’t last long though, since Swordsman and Trick Shot were both criminals that were using the boys to make more money in their theft/gambling/racketeering/etc. ventures. Depending on which comics you read, each one tried to kill Clint when he wouldn’t do the crime thing, betrayed him, left him, or some combo thereof. His brother, Barney, did the same. This was particularly devastating to Clint because Barney had been the only real family that had, at any point, loved and protected him. 

That was just his CHILDHOOD. What happens after is long and complicated, and we won’t go into that here. The point is, all of his personal relationships fail (with the exception of Kate Bishop). Why? Well, after all that shit that went down before the age of, like, twelve, Clint doesn’t trust anyone. He doesn’t trust himself. He has a deep-seated case of insecurity and self-hatred. He doesn’t trust other people that get close because, of course, they’ll hurt him and then leave him. The self-hatred, in my opinion, is because all of those people that abused and betrayed him told him that their actions were HIS fault. I think he knows logically that they aren’t, but on some level, he thinks they’re right. He can’t have a meaningful relationship of any kind when every instinct, conscious or not, screams to show the other person how horrible he is before they do any damage. They can’t blame what they do on him if they already know what a piece of shit he is, right? It’s not his fault if they leave. But then they do, and it hurts anyway, because he’s lied to them or cheated on them, and when they leave they blame him. Because this time it actually was his fault. “Burn them before they burn me” only ever works in theory, never in practice. His self-sabotage is an especially toxic defense mechanism. Paired with a spectacular case of commitment-phobia, it means that he has no one. No one. Absolutely nobody. He knows the Avengers from work. He knows some people in passing. But he is alone in the world. If he was dying, the only people that would care would also be just so tired of him, because they love a person that has made himself impossible to love. And, being people trying to make good relationship decisions, they’ve not only left him. They’ve given up on him. He has made himself unlovable, and sees believes that he’s a living disease to anything good. At least, this is how he sees his relationships.

It’s horrible, but also absurdly ironic. He’s not walking trash. He’s a golden retriever of a man that would help a fucking CRICKET cross the street. When a dog gets hit by a car because its owners are assholes, he willingly GETS SHOT to get to the dog, take it to the vet, and save its life. He then proceeds (after being beaten to hell, shot, and bled/dripped on from dragging a soaking wet and bleeding dog for god knows how long through the rain) to kick the ever-loving shit out of the people that owned the dog. Not because they’re mafia. Not because they hit him or hurt him. Because of the DOG. He spends every spare moment of his time and money fighting to keep his neighbors from being forced into homelessness by the crime lords that own their building. He hates himself so intensely, blames himself for every time he fails to help someone so completely, that he is totally blind to the fact that he is beloved. The man is a goddamn saint in every way that matters. He’s painfully flawed and ridiculously kind. 

To top this all off, he deals not only with emotional insecurity but also with physical and professional insecurity. He’s an Avenger. The man is so fucking lame. He shoots stuff with arrows. And then gets whaled on by aliens and gods and science experiments and lands in traction in the hospital AGAIN while everyone else drop-kicks the bad guys into the sun or whatever. That’s how he sees himself. He’s useless, a pity case. Nope. Nope nope nope. He’s so far past olympic-level athlete it isn’t even funny. He’s clever. He really is more accurate with projectile weapons than ANYONE ELSE IN MARVEL COMICS. That’s the most dope thing. It’s a simple thing, and it isn’t spectacular, and any person can shoot a bow and learn gymnastics. It isn’t about WHAT he’s doing. It’s about the LEVEL HE’S DOING IT AT. Sure, he’s no Thor, but he can hold his own against the vast majority of Marvel characters. It isn’t flashy, and he’ll look like he’s gone through a meat tenderizer (with a concussion thrown in for good measure), and he’ll probably look ridiculous doing it, but! The man is human. No super soldier serum. No magic. No super-human abilities. He’s the very personification of humanity in a league of people that aren’t really human anymore (if they ever were). Like, if anyone was ever to be an avenger in real life…they’d be Clint. But maybe not with a bow and arrow (we must allow some whimsy in our comics, after all). He’s amazing because of what he can do, sure. But what makes him truly wonderful is how hard he’s trying. He’s given up on himself, but every day he tries, and tries, and tries. He takes out his hearing aids and closes his eyes every now and then, because he just can’t bring himself to face any consequences that day. Sometimes he just lives off of coffee. There are days where he just lies on the floor and doesn’t move. But he drags himself out of bed, drags himself out the door, drags himself through LIFE simply because he cannot resist the ever-present impulse to make it a better place. And in so many ways, at least all the ways that matter, that is the most deeply human way to be good. I’m not saying he’s the best avenger, but you know what, fuck that, he’s my favorite. 

[daedalusdavinci]

6, 11, 20

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

yes! so many. i reread fics that i like over and over and over and over. if you take a look at my recs tag, ive probably read every single one of those several times over. but! here are some that ive probably given the most rereads, to the point where i dont always comment anymore bc i think im just spamming the author

OBVIOUSLY lee shore by @jumpingjacktrash makes this list. its the eridave fic of all time. ive read it more times than i can count and even when im on the outs with homestuck i always circle back to it

Crash Standing by @asukaskerian is probably my favorite homestuck fic of all time. point blank period. i reread it over and over and over again and i make all of my friends read it over and over again too. its davesprite/karkat and it the attention it places on platonic side relationships is a crucial part of my enjoyment esp the ds/kanaya dynamic which is so fucking iconic ill never ever get over it. it also just feels like such an honest portrayal of the messiness of being a teenager and i just. i love it a lot

dust devils on the horizon by @akumastrife is a jayroy fic i read so often its embarrassing. do not look at the comments and count how many are me. i dont want to think about it. after a while i just stopped commenting bc it was all me rereading and it was mortifying. its a cowboy au and the soft unbelievably tender moments in this fic are next level. the little ways they touch each other and roys achingly fond yearning kills me every time. when roy rides his horse close enough to jason to tip his chin back with the toe of his boot? it takes up so much space in my brain man. i think about it all the time

otherwise, there are a couple different poisonivory and shenanigans fics that i just read over and over again but this post is long enough

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

kind of and yes. i have a couple Vibes playlists and sometimes if the mood calls for it ill play one of those over and over again to set the mood right (like playing a sad playlist when im writing angst). i will also just loop One song over and over again while i write something. my lvl2 playlist is full of songs like that that i just collected by the end. while i was working on my current jdau wip earlier this week i was looping i think uhh mother nature by the hu? like. triangle, mother nature, and one or two others, i cant remember.

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

ive answered this question a lot i think. hollow americana is still my favorite and the mystery of the old boathouse is up there. but of recent fics i think under the skin is kind of funny just bc of tommys fascination with 2fs scars and his background as a surgeon, and bc of the way they both drive each other nuts. i feel neutral at best about most of the other recent ones a lot of them were major copouts bc the jdau is just too long and im tired

[miekasa]

do you have any cute (or h-word) bf headcanons for the Aot boys mie?

Of course I do, I have an ever-expanding list of headcanons for all of them, from how they react to you sitting in the backseat when they pick you up, down to whether or not they would rip your bandages off after your get a shot (spoiler: Eren, Porco, and Levi fucking would)

EREN sfw

He really likes holding hands, though it’s more of a calming habit for him. Holding hands keeps him grounded, and acts as an anchor for his anxiety; so he’ll grab and/or fidget with yours periodically.

He’ll steal your skincare if he’s over at your place, but honestly he just starts… copying it lmfao. Like, he’ll take notice of your face wash when he’s over he’s like “Oh, this is nice” and then a week later, he buys a bottle for himself. Then he buys your toner, and your moisturizer, and you stay over at his place and gotta do a double take bc he’s got damn near the same of everything at this point.

He doesn’t know if he believes that classical music actually helps him to concentrate, but he does know that he’s grown to like it, so it’s become his studying music of choice. He’s got favorite composers and everything.

He’d be upset if you didn’t steal his hoodies. That’s what they’re there for. He’ll make you steal them if he has to.

He hates standing in line. For anything. If he likes a restaurant that gets super busy at lunch, he’ll order ahead for pickup (and he feels special skipping the line). At amusement parks, he pays for the fast passes. If it’s shopping, then he’d rather just do it online.

On that note, he sucks at returning things that don’t fit/he doesn’t like when he shops online, so he honestly just keeps them, or gives them to his friends—it’s much easier than going through the hassle of printing a return label, according to him.

nsfw

He likes the idea of recording you guys during sex, but he’s honestly a little too nervous to do it—nervous about being recorded himself, and about it potentially getting out somewhere.

Likes it when you look him in the eyes when you cum. In fact, he somewhat demands it.

Similarly, he’s always watching you during sex. Mostly your face, for indications of how he’s making you feel and when you’re close to your orgasm (which is why he’s got a thing for you looking at him).

He used to hate masturbating, until he tried masturbating to the idea of you, and now he fucking loves that. He takes his time with it too—if he’s gonna jack off, he’s gonna make a moment of it: sit on his bed, turn the lights off, make sure he’s all alone and can go for as long as he wants.

Threesomes are fine with him, and he doesn’t even have to be the sole one in charge, depending on who’s joining you.

ARMIN sfw

He air-dries the majority of his clothes because he doesn’t want his sweaters and knitwear to shrink. Also, he likes the smell of his fabric softener permeating the room while the clothes dry.

On a similar note, he’s got sensitive skin—not to the point where a shirt less than 75% cotton irritates him; but he is conscious of fabrics and products he uses. Because of this, he takes extra care with his laundry, his pillowcases and bedsheets are satin as are the majority of his pajama shirts, and he never ever walks around without house slippers or he’ll irritate the bottom of his feet.

He’s scared of bugs, but he doesn’t like to kill them either. Honestly, he just kinda hopes spiders and stuff will crawl away without him intervening 😭😭

He likes board games, and has a thing for The Game of Life. He cannot play chess, even though most people would guess that he could, and he’s begun to practice by playing online versions against computers to learn.

He knows everyone’s gossip because everyone comes to him to gossip. And if he’s the therapist friend, then you’re the person who receives the summary of all the tea from him at the end of the week. And man can this boy throw a bitch fest when he’s in the right mood.

nsfw

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so he really likes having your mouth occupied; with his fingers, with your panties, with his dick—he’s not really picky.

Likes sex with the lights on. Claims it’s because he wants to “see all of you” (it’s really because he’s nervous he’ll fuck something up if he can’t see properly 😭😭)

He really likes making out. Like, a lot. Though it’s not something that happens often—so he builds up a lot of frustrating thinking about it, and it all comes crashing down, and ends up with you guys damn near dry humping each other on the couch for two hours.

That’s something that applies to him generally, too—he tends to let himself get very frustrated and worked up, whether he means to or not. He also thinks about sex quite frequently, and it only fuels his frustration; so when he snaps, he snaps hard.

He’d let you choke him back if you asked. Just ask nicely.

JEAN sfw

Loves studying in cafés and adores when you study with him; peeps up at you periodically when you sit across from him. He always pays for your drink, but sometimes you guys share, and he likes making a game out of reaching for the cup at the same time as you.

He’s very chivalrous, but he hates when you call him out for it, or make any kind of deal of it. He knows it’s chivalry, but he also knows it’s the bare minimum, plus he’s easily embarrassed—especially in public.

Loves having his hair played with, absolutely adores it. If you’re just holding his face, or resting your hand on his cheek, he’ll move himself further into your touch to maneuver your palm closer to his hair.

He really really really likes back hugs—giving and receiving them. If he’s standing behind you, he’ll most likely reach for a hug at some point (sometimes he won’t let go and you’ve gotta waddle with him on you). His ears get red when you give him a back hug but he always uses a hand to rest over your arms to tell you that he doesn’t want you to let go.

He can play the piano, but he doesn’t tell a soul about it. The only reason you found out it through his mom. He’s got stage fright, so he gave up on performing, but he’s really talented, and can almost play any song by ear.

nsfw

He loves the feeling of your hands on him, particularly if you’ve got long nails. Please scrape your nails against his back, or even just dig them into his biceps while he’s fucking you, it’ll drive him insane.

Along with liking having his hair played with, he adores having it pulled on—the attention and desperation in your actions goes straight to his ego and his dick.

One of his biggest fantasies is getting a lap dance from you. He’d never ever fucking say it out loud or dream of asking for it, but the idea of you stripping in front of him, down to lingerie he’d picked out for you, and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore and jumps you is something he thinks about… far more often than he should.

If you’re wearing his clothes (especially one of his t-shirts to bed, or around his apartment), he’s gonna fuck you in it. Jean has a lot of self control, but that’s one thing that’ll make him snap in an instant. And if you wear his shirt or hoodie out, he’s fucking you when you get home, it’s as simple as that.

CONNIE sfw

He studies with children’s shows playing the background. He doesn’t remember how he discovered that his method works for him, all he knows is that something about Paw Patrol makes for excellent background noise for writing his research papers.

He’s quite touchy with PDA, but if you guys are in a crowd then forget about it—because Connie might forget about you. He’s definitely left you at the grocery store before.

He eats cereal for breakfast every morning, and he’s kind of got a collection of them in his kitchen. He claims there are upscale cereals that he doesn’t just let anybody eat or even touch; so, if he offers you a midnight snack consisting of a bowl of his favorite (and very rare) cereal, then be honored.

He almost always pays with cash, but he hates change. If he gets back coins, he either tells the cashier to keep them, puts them in a tip jar if there’s one in sight, or just pours them into your coat pocket. He understands that its money, but he’ll be damned if he’s just got a sack full of nickels clanging around in his bag.

nsfw

He claims he doesn’t have a thing for exhibitionism, but with the way he’s down to fuck damn near anywhere, he might be a bold faced liar. Changing rooms, music festivals, airport bathrooms, the little corner of the multilevel parking lot that he’s oh-so-certain is in the blindspot of the security cameras... there are so few things off-limits with him.

Car sex on his bucket list… just not in his car lmfao (because trust and believe that’s something that already happens pretty regularly). Maybe his real kink is vandalism and destruction of property.

He is not above begging you to sit on his face. He will get on his knees and pant like a fucking dog for you to do it, he’s so serious. He’ll do it laying down, he’ll do it with you standing up/against a wall, he’ll do it on the couch. Break his neck please he’s fucking asking for it.

He doesn’t mind sharing and he definitely doesn’t mind watching. Honestly, he’d egg you on to kiss someone else at a party, or go as far as to seduce you into seducing someone else just so he can watch it go down.

PORCO sfw

He sends you iMessage games but only the ones he’s good at because he doesn’t like to lose. But also, if he is losing, he doesn’t want you to be supportive about it and tell him “it’s okay uwu” lmfao he wants to either cream you, or have you kick his ass; competition is the name of the game, don’t be soft on him.

He’s a morning person, and he likes going on runs or even just early-morning walks when the weather is nice. He will wake you up occasionally to join him—and if you’re a homebody, you will be joining him. He won’t be responsible for watching you decompose on the couch.

Very picky about his pizza. It’s not a calorie or grease or health thing—he just really fucking likes pizza, and he won’t excuse a bad slice.

Always pulls you closer to him in a crowd or when a group of people are walking by. He doesn’t have to, but he likes to. Tease him about it and he’ll push you right back tho, probably into a shrub if there’s one near by.

nsfw

He’s such a “No, no—answer the call” kind of mf; a sadist, if you will. He lives for torturing and embarrassing you, and that applies to sex, too.

Loves the way his hands look on you, particularly splaying his hand over your stomach when he’s fucking you. Likes the heat of your body against his, when he positions himself just right to feel the outline of his dick against you, and squeezing the sides of your tummy when he gets lost in it.

Loves blowjobs, and loves to cum on you or over your face. His favorite thing tho is pulling away just before he’s about to orgasm, and jacking himself off with your tongue sticking out, ready to swallow.

Okay with threesomes, too; but he wouldn’t like to do much to or with the third person. It’s okay if they touch you—maybe even fuck you, depending on who it is—but he’s not there to get them off.

LEVI

sfw

When he cooks dinner, he always makes sure to make enough for you to have leftovers to take with you for lunch the following day. Especially if it’s a dish you’ve been wanting or try, or specifically asked him to cook.

He’s got a specific tote bag he brings with him to the grocery store/farmer’s market, and separate one for when he’s running other light errands.

He hates soda, not even just because it’s not the healthiest thing to drink—he just doesn’t like the feel of carbonated drinks; the only exception being when they’re mixed with liquor, but even then, it’s not his preference.

After a while, he just starts lying and says you’re married at places where it benefits you both, or to curb a longer conversation about the status of your relationship to people who are inquiring. He thinks it’s fucking weird that marriage is what shuts people up, but if it works, it works; less people prying in your guys’ business.

He likes giving you forehead kisses, and if you do it back, he’ll learn that he doesn’t mind receiving them either.

He’s such a sucker for you rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand when you guys hold hands. He might not act like he notices, but he always does; and somewhat craves little touches like that the longer you guys are together.

nsfw

He would never admit it to anyone, but birthday sex is up there for his favorite kind of sex. He never cared much about his birthday… until he realized he could get that as a gift. He knows it’s not different, but he likes it, nonetheless; one the few times he doesn’t mind having all the attention on him.

King of aftercare, though some of his methods usually lead to another round—in which he teases you for cancelling out his work, when you know he was just as willing and eager.

He likes edging himself and overstimulating you; and with his self-control, that makes for a pretty dangerous combination.

He’s strong and he knows how to use it to his advantage: maneuvering you with a single arm, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, pushing your head down into the sheets when he’s fucking you from behind.

Sex is one of the few times Levi doesn’t mind making a mess—and in fact, he likes it messy; watching you drip onto the sheets, making you spit on his dick and fucking your face until you drool. He always goes on about how sloppy you are, how you can’t keep anything clean, but he fucking loves it.

[maedesculpaeusoubi]

All Along the Watchtower | s. f. kiszka

Word count: +1.6k

Content warning: kinda fluffy (hopefully, I tried my best), gn reader but yn wears a dress (not really a warning but ya never know) vague mentions of being in lockdown, brief mention of sex, marijuana use, close to no dialogue, sammy with a beard and moustache bc im weak

A/n: this is 100% self-indulgent sorry not sorry also im rusty so all kind of feedback is welcome and appreciated<3

It was a particular cold night in Nashville when Sam finally arrived home; the boys had gotten on tour last month, but due Josh catching a cold, and Jake suddenly falling ill with pneumonia, the boys had decided it was in everyone’s interest to cancel the upcoming shows.

After all the world went through the past few years, finally having the opportunity to hit to road again was like a sense of normalcy coming back. The four midwestern boys were thrilled to perform the masterpieces they had been working on during this crazy period in their lives; thrilled to be able to share their love and passion for their craft with their audience, to be able to reconnect with their fans face-to-face after so much time.

But as much as Sam loved what he did for a living, he wasn’t opposed to the idea of going back home for a few weeks, back home to you. Having growth accustomed to having you by his side almost twenty-four-seven, saying goodbye at the airport was agonizing to him; but now he was finally where his heart yearned to be.

As soon as he got the front door open and stepped inside your shared home, he threw his luggage, shoes and socks at the entrance, not caring much for the fact he was making a mess when he had much more important things on his mind.

He could hear the faint sound of some classic rock song coming from the living room, probably the place he’d be able to find you best. It was easily your favourite room in the house; the dark green walls that contrasted so beautifully with the dark wooded floor, and the mismatching carpets you thrifted with Sam last year were some of the things you loved most about it.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to find your figure on the couch. The soft, warm light the side lamp casted upon you nearly took his breath away; the way the mellow hue of orange illuminating the side of your face as your attention was on a book you held in hands. You were wearing one of his shirts, just a simple white button-up probably made out of linen. It was one of his favourites on you, the fabric reaching the beginning of your thighs and the first few buttons undone never failed to drive him crazy. He made sure his phone was on silent when he took a picture of the masterpiece in front of him before softly calling your name.

Never in all those years by your side had he seen you move your head that fast. The book you had been reading for hours was quickly forgotten and thrown on the floor before you hastily stood up. You weren’t able to hide your big eyes as you approached him before squeezing your arms around his body with such a force that didn’t only surprise him. It hadn’t been that much time since you last saw each other, but God, did it feel like an entire life time.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming today,” you softly spoke as you ran your nose along the soft skin between his neck and shoulder. The unmistakably Sam scent hit your nostrils and the feeling of finally being home warmed your heart to no end.

“I wanted to surprise my girl,” he whispered back to you. One of his hand played with the ends of your hair, even having missed the unpleasant feeling of your dry ends hitting his face during the nights his body would be glued to yours. “I missed you so much, darling.”

Sam’s hands moved from his hips up to your cheeks, squishing them together. His lips opened in a goofy, enamoured smile before they crashed against yours for the first time in weeks. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

It had been a few good hours since Sam had gotten home now. You asked about the most memorable moments he’d experienced on tour so far while braiding his hair and he made sure to mention all the small details. He cuddled with you on the sofa while you told him about the commission you had been working on and the nice botanical garden you visited with some friends recently.

The burning need to be close to one another became such, the existence of the bed upstairs slipping both your minds. Longing stares and kisses had been shared ever since he so softly said your name all those hours ago, but the yearning for each other only diminished after the third round, not even fifteen minutes ago.

Sam had gotten up to get a damp towel to clean you up and get you something else to wear; his white button-up you had been wearing all day had gotten soiled during the second round.

You were laying on the floor, the soft material of the carpet brushed softly against the skin of your back. The warmth emanating from the fireplace embraced your body almost in the same way Sam’s body would under the covers of your bed.

Sam had taken an sudden interest to the book you were reading before his sudden return home made you thrown it blindly to the floor. Picking up the book, he sat on the couch and began reading the synopsis on the back. He hadn’t read the book before and he didn’t know the author at all, but he remembered some parts you read to him during one of your late night calls.

Your seemingly sleeping figure suddenly moved, taking Sam’s attention away from the book back to you. The soft glow of the fireplace reflected on the white silky material of your strap dress in a way that he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander adoringly at the sight in front of him.

A lighter and the clay ashtray he made for your birthday last year were placed closed to your head, where he had put it right before going upstairs to get you something clean to wear. The music emitting from your phone combined with the way you were laying there on your side, right hip digging into the carpet and torso slightly curved to his direction, the dress hugging your figure in a way that made your ass stand out – that whole image made him dizzy with love.

He wasn’t big on posting about your relationship on the internet, preferring to keep the special moments you two shared between you and the people he loved and trusted the most, far away from possible malicious comments. But every once in a while, in moments like this, he couldn’t help but want to share the love he felt for you with the rest of the world.

Sam looked around for his phone, finding it under a pillow next to him. He opened up his camera and dragged his finger across the screen to lower the contrast, adding to the cosy winter vibes he was going for.

The guitar solo emitting from your phone faded away slowly as he captured the moment. Your hand reached next to you and Sam’s heart warmed at the sight in front of him. Your fingertips found what they were looking for and you took the joint from its resting place and propped it between your lips before reaching for the green lighter next the ashtray. The same guitar chords slowly faded back in, filling Sam’s ears and making him realise it wasn’t the second time he heard it that night.

“Is All Along the Watchtower by Hendrix your new obsession?” He joked in a soft tone. He was still filming the sight in front of him and didn’t want his voice to cover the song. He was conscious enough to make sure he wasn’t filming in a weird angle but his mind was also partly elsewhere, stuck in some kind of weird limbo of adoring thoughts of you and possible Instagram captions for when he’d decide to post the video later on.

“It’s so good, I swear he put crack in it.” You joke before taking a hit of the joint. Now facing the ceiling, you released the smoke. “I’m definitely obsessed with it, but not as much as I am with the feeling of your beard scratching the insides of my thighs.”

This made Sam choke on his own spit and quickly lock his phone – he was planning on posting the video on his Instagram, just a glimpse on your relationship, to demonstrate all the adoration and love he felt for you. (One of the best musicians to have walked this earth playing from your phone, his very own definition of perfection wearing an almost see-through dress and enjoying the warmth coming from the fireplace – how could he not share that?) He wasn’t expecting the answer you had given him and it had messed him up more than he would ever care to admit.

“You will be the death of me, I swear.” Sam shook his head slowly, eyes closed but with his lips forming a growing smirk. “I hope you’re ready for round four, darling, because I’m not done with you yet.”

“Are you going to fuck me to the sound of Jimi Hendrix?” Your head lulled to the side, innocent looking eyes fully trained on him.

Sam wasn’t sure how, but your eyes sparkled like a VVS diamond ring, even with no light whatsoever reflecting in them. The way they roamed across his face, hanging around his lips before slowly drifting down made his jaw go slack and his mouth drool with want.

“I hope you’re ready for rounds four and five, sweetheart.” He spoke in a low tone. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

[oblivious-nuisance]

[2:22 am]

"make a wish."

"not while i'm shaving you, geez." you giggle, eyes trained to the left side of his face, dragging the razor carefully over his cheekbone. "and stop speaking, or i will give you a rash."

"so rude, my love." he giggles, but alas keeps quiet.

it's rare to see odasaku like this, especially since he's always either too tired to indulge you in such activities, or just admits to feeling too old for this sort of atmosphere, even though he hasn't even turned twenty three yet.

it's quiet for a while, the only sound coming from the sink, the soft bloop of the droplets falling out of the faucet and into the basin, where foam gathered around as you kept cleaning the razor in it from time to time.

oda closes his eyes, enjoying the silence, albeit a little bit surprised that you aren't as talkative as he's used to see you.

and then...

"make a wish, you said?" you laugh quietly. "stay."

he opens his eyes.

bloop.

"why?" he asks instantly, giving away the mere fact that he's been waiting for this topic to make its way and crash one of your late night conversations at some point. he said it casually, but his eyes are not meeting yours when you look at him.

"because... you know how strongly i feel for you, odasaku. you've been there for me through the most awfully horrendous periods of my life."

"and...?"

suddenly, not keeping the razor away from his face while talking became a difficult task.

"...and because we complement each other's fears and insecurities and joys, we laugh and we cry and we support each other—"

"that's not it."

"what do you mean by that?" you ask, unable to hide the fact that what he said offended you.

"we both know this has nothing to do with anything you said."

"care to explain what it has to do wi—"

"it has nothing to do with me, sweetheart."

you sigh, exasperated, and try to keep your movements steady as you continue shaving him, taking some time to think what you want to say through.

deep inside, you know it's all bullshit. you know that the main reason that you want him next to you is—

"because i'm selfish." you spit out, careful not to move around too much. "because i finally found a person that doesn't shy away from my touch and that would cook scrambled eggs every morning if i asked them to. because i'm feeling all warm when you're around, and when you engulf me in your hugs i'm melting, and for once it's fine."

"there you go." he sighs in contentment as he reaches out to you, guiding your hand to put the razor down, the other one snaking around your waist to pull your body into his.

you bury your head in the crook of his neck, kissing the skin tenderly and fisting at his shirt, all while his fingers are tracing patterns on your back, sometimes dipping down to cheekily squeeze at your bum, making you squeal and get even more comfortable in his embrace.

and oda laughs, real and genuine and warm, and you feel it as you lean your head against his sturdy chest.

he dips his head to kiss your forehead, whispering against it afterwards.

"it's all you, my darling."

note: small stupid drabble bc i love oda and i missed his birthday. also shaving hcs make me feel all warm and fuzzy :(

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[flusteredloser]

sugar sweet

richie tozier x fem reader

category: fluff, fluff, literally just fluff

word count: 3,3k

content warnings: swearing, stealing, slight nsfw (sexual innuendos... bc it’s richie tozier), a driving scene written by a bitch who can't drive, overbearing fluff, sonia

a/n: hello here’s a lil soft fic i wrote in a hyper state today <3 i had ‘beverly’ by ben wallfisch from the it 2017 soundtrack stuck in my head while i wrote the ending so !! enjoy

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"sweetheart, if you don't put your head back in, i'm afraid i'm gonna have to marie antoinette you."

you laughed dismissively at his empty threat, feeling a grin take over. you let the wind crash against your face and through your hair, the scent of sea salt softly filling your nose. if richie thought that you were going to give this feeling up, oh, was he wrong.

despite what he was saying, the sight of morning sunlight streaking through your flying hair and your torso poking out the passengers' window was one richie wished he could get used to. despite his nagging for the past half hour, ranting about the dangers of vehicular manslaughter and mishaps, he couldn't help but beam at your laughter. 

he almost hit himself in the head for getting all worked up about safety like eddie always did, but it was something he found himself doing often with you. keeping you safe and sound was one of the few things that kept him from staying up all night. besides, you guys were going to see eddie and the rest of the losers in a bit anyways. the designated role of the pedantic worrier would soon be shrugged off richie's shoulders.

keeping one hand on the wheel, richie’s free hand never left the edge of your knee, not once in the hour-long drive. no matter how far you reached your body out his car's window, his fingers stayed glued around you. you never said anything about the gesture apart from placing your hand over his. being his was something you never got used to, but you were far from complaining.

"richierichierichie i think we're here!" you exclaim, ducking your head back inside the car.

"you sure, dummy? the massive ferris wheel and circus tent means we're close to the carnival?"

your hand leaves his to go shove his temple, "fuck off, rich."

"i know i know, you're really excited," he taps your knee, "so am i."

he pulls into the parking lot, expertly navigating his way through the crowded area before finding a space. an empty space which was coincidentally beside a sketchy beat-up minivan painted with "URIS," in fat letters.

richie laughs, "what are the fucking odds.”

his hand moves from the skin on your knee to the back of your seat, his body shifting to face the rear. you subtly eye your boyfriend sitting in the driver's seat and tried not to physically express any of the thoughts firing in your mind right then. dear god, did he look good today. you end up shamelessly staring at him as he strains his neck to squeeze his way through tight space. his knuckles turn to this ghostly shade of white when he flexed them against the wheel, his rings glinting under the sunlight.

once he finally put the car in park and shifted his weight back to you, he catches your gaze. throwing a wink, he pulls out the keys and stuffs his belongings into his jean pockets. 

you’re sure he has zero clue about the effect any of this had on you. sure, he was your boyfriend but sometimes you found yourself feeling scared at how much you liked him. this boy has you wrapped around his finger and he barely knows half of it.

you reach over and run your fingers through his unruly hair a couple more times, enjoying the way the curls bounce back. “you look so good, rich.”

he rolls his eyes at your remark, but you don’t miss the way a small blush reaches tips of his ears. “enjoy it while it lasts, i can’t let the guards recognise me again.” 

“i still can’t believe you got fired and banned on the same day, rich. that’s genuinely so impressive, you know that?"

richie rolls his eyes but you see the hint of a grin on his face, “you going soft on me, sweets?”

“could never.” you ruffle his hair, letting your nails glide along his scalp and you laugh at the way his head naturally tips back. richie had no clue why the feeling of your hands in his hair that made him short-circuit, but he wasn’t complaining.

“do we really have to go see them...” richie groans, grabbing your hand and placing it back onto his head when you pulled away.

“richard tozier. i did not pester you to drive us an hour away just so you could fold at me playing with your hair.”

he side-eyes you. “why did i agree to this again?”

“because every day for the last month you wouldn’t shut up about ‘taking eddie’s slushee v-”

“ed’s slushee virginity, riiiight,” he breaks out in a smile, “jesus, can you believe sonia never let him near one in his entire life?”

you tug his fringe towards you and the rest of his head followed, “well, now that he’s all alone there, someone’s got to be there to guide him through his first time, right?” 

he faux-pouts back at you, the mischievous glint in his eye sparkling brighter. “fine.”

finally, you let go of his hair and he pecks a kiss against your cheek before putting on his sunglasses and tipping his cap further down his face. opening his car door, you sit there dumbfounded as you watch the 6'2 disguised dork clamber out of his side with your tote bag on his shoulder.

he glances back, offering a hand as if you were going to climb out on his side as well, “c’mon, we don’t have all day.” and richie made sure you knew that by dragging you through the park, evading the guards left and right in under a minute. it was only so long before you spotted a group of idiots wandering aimlessly. bev’s bright red hair was the instant identifier, and watching this bill’s lanky frame grab a fistful of stan’s curls to yank it about sealed the deal. 

“stanley, darling,” richie yelled through the crowd, “if you wanted someone to pull your hair that badly you could’ve asked me nicely.”  “shut the fuck up, trashmouth!” stan yelled back. “wait. rich?”

you walk over and sling your arm around bev, “you guys haven’t been waiting long, have you?”  she grins at the sight of you, “no, but if i have to hear mike argue one more time that the high striker is apparently ‘broken’ i’m going to kill somebody.”

“do me a favour and kill me, bev!” stan’s voice cuts through, followed by a shriek when richie too grabs a handful of his hair. 

bev’s hand leaves yours to go smack both boys upside the head. “y’all better stop acting like children before i get fucking fired. i’m not going out like dumbass richie here did.” she eyes the rest of them, who all halt in their tracks.

“yes, ma’am,” the chorus sighed.

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"ed's, i swear on your mother's smokin’ bod that blue is the. best. flavour. there's literally nothing wrong with it."

"you just called blue a flavour, richie-”

"because it can be. it doesn’t matter if blue and red colouring are the same, you can feel the difference.”

"no, i really can't. i don't understand how the colour blue could possibly be-"

richie groans, "fine, eat your mommy's packed lunch like the big boy you are." he teasingly starts to wave his cup in front of eddie's eyes.

"quit it, rich. if eddie doesn’t want toxins in his body, leave him be." ben interjects before sipping his own neon drink.

the boys huddled together around a picnic table they had managed to snatch before the carnival’s lunch rush swept over. richie and bev used to work in the carnival last summer, the two-week period spent with one another supposedly being “worse than the devil’s asscrack.” the comment itself earned richie five slaps, one each from the boys, and a high-five from bev. that was until richie got permanently banned (which you still don’t know how) and now bev carried on by herself whenever they roll back into derry. 

currently, you and bev were on your way back from the concession stands, attempting not to spill anything. you each held at least four bags of carnival foods and drinks in your arms, bev also balancing the few candy bars she stashed under her shirt. teeter-tottering your way back to the boys, richie burst out in laughter at the sight of you struggling. 

“as graceful as a job you’re doing with that, sweets, do you want some help?” he smirks, already swinging his leg over the chair.

“nope, nothing to see here,” you groan at richie’s smug grin. “rich, i swear to god if you come near me i am going to-”

“hurt me, hit me, murder me, mmhm. i’m sure you’ll do a whole lot of damage.” he winks, swiping the bags from your arms.

“freaky.” stan muttered, churning his slushee with the straw. you grumble at richie’s endearing irritating act of heroism and plop yourself next to stan empty-handed. 

“here, you want some?” stan raises an eyebrow, offering his blue slushee towards you.

“thanks stan, but he’s got my...” you glance towards richie, half-expecting to see him distributing the snacks, only to see him aggressively nudge the slushees in eddie’s face. “you know what, i’ll take it.” 

stan scoffed, “what, you thought i was offering this from the depths of my generous heart? i thought you knew me better-"

the sound of plastic crinkling and eddie’s yelp cut through stan’s sentence. 

you look back at the sight of richie threatening to pour the ice into eddie’s hair, eddie shrieking and wildly missing punches at richie. dear god, your boyfriend was such a menace. richie and eddie never spent a day where they weren’t at eachother’s throats though, but anyone with a pair of eyes could see that they deeply loved one another. rich had that effect on people, you think. he was rarely overtly loving, but it’s not like he needed to be. you guys just knew.

ben smiles sweetly between you and your gaze on richie. “you’re staring again, y/n.”

you immediately snap out of it and go to slug ben in the shoulder. “was not.”

“was too.”

"was. not."

"was too!"

you narrow your eyes at ben who sheepishly smiles in innocence. he reaches over to grab a couple onion rings from your bag to which you lightly slap the back of his hand. he groans, trying again from another angle, “just because i pointed out your goo-goo eyes at trashmouth?”

bev snatched a couple rings from across you and threw them at ben. he chuckles gleefully at the perfect catch. “you know, he’s not wrong,” she points out.

“for the last time, i wasn’t staring,” you groan.

“not about that, genius. the way you’re absolutely whipped for that dick.” she smiles. “i mean,” you barely conceal your smirk, “the dick is pretty g-”

"not what i meant," bev sighs while the rest of them groan at your words.

“seriously though,” bill asks with genuine curiosity, “how did you even end up together? how do you even like someone that much?” bev tuts from the other side, “tread lightly there, denbrough.” 

“shut up, you know what i mean. it’s trashmouth we’re talking ’bout here.” bill grins, “it’s a mystery how someone can shut him up so quick.”

you laugh to yourself, thinking about the few times you get to see richie completely speechless. “it’s not that hard, you know?” you shrug softly at the way the losers nod. you may all pretend to hate the life out of him but he always had a special place in each of your hearts. “he cares with everything he’s got, no matter what. he’s always there for you even if you don’t want him to be. i just...i don’t think he’s been anything less than...” 

“-if you say ‘perfect’, i’m going to hit you.” stan says.

you roll your eyes at stan, “fuck off, but... but yeah. it’s so easy to love him and i honestly owe you guys an apology for being so annoyingly whipped for that dork,” you joke.

aside from the distant bickering coming from richie and eddie in their own little world, a silence hung over the six of you. it was too quiet. wondering if you said something wrong, you scan over them, only to be met with six variations of a smirk. more than confused, you chuckle nervously. “i was joking about the apology thing but if you really want-”

“you said ‘love.’” bev laughed.

“what?”

“you said ‘love,’” she repeated. “that you loved him.”

“i... of course i love him, he’s..” not trusting any more of the words coming out of your mouth, you cut yourself off and gather your thoughts.

of course you loved richie. each and every one of you loved your resident trashmouth, he was one of your best friends. the two of you were the closest of friends, an insufferable duo for years before you began dating. it might have only been a few weeks since he asked you out, but it’s not like too much changed from when you were friends. 

there was only more love, more affection, only slightly more sexual innuendos (majority of them were solely just to piss off stan). 

so of course you loved him. more than you did when you were friends. which he’s gotta know... right?

“fuck, maybe i do owe you guys an apology.” you joke.

“don’t think twice about it, this is nothing compared to him. if i took a shot for every time he went on some sort of love ramble about you, i’d be fucking dead.” bev replies, “and then he would carry on.”

you laugh, shaking your head in denial, “c’mon, he does not do that.”

“are you blind?” mike speaks up. “you’ve had him since the first day you joined us at the barrens. i can still see fourteen-year-old richie ogling you clear as day.”

you stammered at your response, tripping over your words. “mike, i think you broke her. she’s become bill,” stan teases.

you go to shove stan again and sorely miss. “anyways, my point is...” 

you avoid their eye contact and go back to churning stan’s slushee. “he has my heart, fuck, he’s got all of our hearts. like, is he an asshole? sure. does he get on my nerves every other day? definitely. will he be the death of me? probably. but i l-”

“i sure hope you’re winding up to something there, sweets.” 

you snap your head up from your dreamy rambling to see richie smirking next to you and eddie squeezing himself next to bill. you feel yourself go bright red at the realisation that he had been listening. 

“i- no. that was it.”  

“you sure? you going off about me... ‘but’...” richie pushes, quoting your words.

“richie, if you genuinely think you have redeeming qualities, i suggest some self-reflection.” stan quipped. “yeah, i was just pointing how much you bother us. no ifs, no buts,” you jokingly agree.

“mean,” richie rolls his eyes, shifting back in his seat next to you.

he’s gotta know... right? 

you wink and stick your tongue out playfully, to which richie raises an eyebrow at. he glances between the blue drink in your hand and your tongue, his gaze on your lips making you nervous. 

“now, what?” you sigh, wiping the ice from your mouth and pretending that you weren’t dying to know what was churning in that brain of his. 

“nothing,” richie shrugs smugly, “just that i’ve always wanted to know how my cock looked blue.”

the comment took you off guard, your instant blush only fuelling richie’s grin. without hesitation, you lean over with a faux-pout, an act that has richie’s eyes wide. “careful there, trashmouth,” you tease loudly. “you keep this up and you’ll see how stan’s looks blue.”

bev immediately gasps with her hand over her mouth, followed by mike’s stifled cackle as he slapped richie’s back. the rest of the group looks frankly stunned, and stan’s face is on a whole different level of red. 

richie doesn’t even look the least bit angry. his jaw is dropped slightly and he runs his hand over his jaw, trying to stop the chuckle that leaves his throat. if anything he looks proud. 

shaking his head with a smile, he slings his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer. “that’s my girl,” he grins.

“yeah, that for sure is tozier’s,” bill says.

there’s no way any of you miss the way richie’s face goes red under that comment and your heart skips a beat when he squeezes your side. when no one’s looking, you lean up and kiss by his ear, absolutely delighted by the deeper shade of red on his face. 

“darl, if you don’t stop that i’m going to go as red as stan,” he whispers into your hair. the both of you look back at the boy who’s trying to concentrate on his slushee and not the blush that’s continued to creep to his neck. “i’m actually getting concerned.”

you giggle, “shh, he’s fine.”

“no really, i give it a couple seconds before eddie pulls out his medical fanny pack,” richie says.

you look up at him as you’re tucked into his side, his arm still slung around your shoulder. his dark hair and eyelashes caught the sunlight, his blue eyes glinting as he glanced back. his lips were tipped into their signature cheeky smile, almost like a cue that he was going to say something out of hand. you felt the swell of your heart grow as he raised his eyebrows, prompting what he knew you were going to say. 

“you know, earlier...” you whisper, looking down to his hand intertwining with yours. “i just... i wanted to say that i... you know... that i-”

“i feel like i should be offended at how hard it is for you to tell me you love me, sweets,” he whispers back, clearly trying to keep a straight face.  fuck.  “oh god please, you know i-” richie shushes you, kissing the crown of your head. “it’s okay, i know.” you can feel the curve of his lips against your hair. “i love you too.”

trying to tame the aggressive blush and stupid smile that reached your face, you follow his gaze over to eddie. just like richie joked, he had this fanny pack laid on the table in front of stan. you weren’t listening to anything they were saying, but you watched the way stan was squirming from eddie, insisting he did not have heatstroke. mike stood right behind stan, pinching his cheeks and periodically wrapping his strong arms around stan to stop him from squirming. bev was leaning across ben and bill’s laps, joining in and poking her fun at eddie and you notice how bill’s hands traces figures along bev’s side. ben gazes at the group of them, chiming in every so often when stan’s quips got too violent. 

it was one of those moments you wish you could freeze. 

after a while, richie whispers into your ear. “do you think they’d even notice if we left for the ferris wheel?”

you break your eye contact from the group to gaze up at him. “nope, not at all. you think you can sneak us some tickets?” 

“please, you think i got kicked out of here for nothing?” he scoffs.

“is this how you’re going to get banned again?” you grin, poking his side, “stealing tickets for your girl?”

with a soft smile, he takes your hand to subtly stand and back away from the group. with stifled giggles, the both of you manage to make it at least twenty feet without the losers even noticing. the second you two were out of earshot, richie wraps his hand around yours and begins to run, “i wouldn't want it any other way."

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[uwuwriting]

Kids getting their quirks w/ Todoroki, Deku and Bakugou

Request: *cracks knuckles* uH may i pls have a headcanon for half half bastard, deku, and king explosive murder when their child’s quirk manifests? have a great day (or night lol) iajsmsjsnsk :D 💕- anonymous 

Okay my baby fever isn’t over but now I know the main factor. Apart from my new obsession with dad Nanami, my period is also here so yay. I’m in pain. SO let’s feed my baby fever even more with some pro hero dads bc I love them and cherish them. Nanami is still ruling my heart though. Love ya💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: babies!!!!, domestic au, dad au, fluffy, no warnings really, unless it causes you baby fever so beware of the baby fluffs.

Todoroki Shoto

-Baby was called from the daycare because the twins teacher couldn’t control their quirk manifesting. 

-Daycares are ready for quirk manifestation but someone hurt Rei and Ren kinda exploded and they couldn’t control the fire. 

-Rei got startled and her ice blocked both toddlers from the outside world as they were now existing in their own little igloo. 

-He panics because he fears that they hurt themselves or each other by using their quirks. 

-Scenarios of them attempting to hug each other, a habit they’ve had since they were wittle babies, and burning their skin or causing frostbite. 

-He rushed to their daycare, paperwork long forgotten on his agency’s desk as he stormed inside the classroom the small ice barrier splitting the room in two making his heart skip a beat. 

-Motioning to the teacher to leave he approached the block of ice, touching it with his left hand watching the ice melt as he finally spotted his two little girls, huddled together in the furthest spot of their igloo, trembling in each other’s arms. 

-Shoto ducked inside, slowly approaching them as they untangled from each other and rushed to him, meeting him half way in a crushing hug. 

-They both sobbed in his chest as he rubbed their backs. 

-Shushing them he tried to get a coherent story out of them but the only answer he managed to pry from them was a jumble of sorries and sobs.

-Picking them up, he asked them where their stuff was and after getting everything he excused all three of them and left the daycare, leaving a now melting igloo for the staff to clean up. 

-Back at home he managed to get them to calm down completely and made them something to eat. 

- “It’s alright, you protected each other like we’ve taught you. Your quirk activating is not your fault so stop blaming yourselves.” 

-They didn’t seem very convinced and they reminded him of himself back in high school, when he wouldn’t accept his left side as part of himself. 

-Hugging them close once again he left a kiss on each of their little heads, blowing a raspberry on their cheeks making them giggle at the feeling. 

-He loves the sound of their laugh. 

- “You have no control over your powers and that’s okay. Me and mommy will help you with that.” 

-Deep down he was proud of his girls. 

-They didn’t lose complete control and Rei managed to minimize her ice from coating the whole classroom. 

-He was so happy to have these two little things as his kids. 

-They truly were his world. 

- “I’m so proud of you my little snowflakes.”

Midoriya Izuku/ Deku

-He thought his son was quirkless. 

-You were quirkless, he used to be quirkless so the logical thing was for your kid to also be quirkless. 

-Nope you were wrong. 

-Turns out he took after his grandma and he has a form of telekinesis. 

-Nothing really strong since both of his parents are biologically quirkless. 

-It was triggered while you were all chillin in your living room. 

-Izuku was scribbling something in one of his notebooks while your son was playing with his hero figurines on the floor. 

-You were watching kitchen wars. 

-Izuku’s phone started ringing and he shot up to get it, sending the notebook and pen flying across the room. 

-You were ready for the inevitable crash but it never came. 

-Looking up you saw both the notebook and the pen, levitating a few inches from the floor a slight green glow surrounding them.

-You were shocked looking back and forth from your four year old to the levitating objects. 

-Izuku was still talking on the phone and hadn’t realized the revelation that was being displayed in the living room. 

-Finally the call was over and he stepped back in, letting out a fucking SQUEAK when he saw his son using his quirk. 

-That was enough to break his concentration and the items clattered to the floor, your toddler looking back at his father with huge green eyes, chubby hands reaching out for him. 

-In a flash Izuku was on his knees next to the little boy, hugging him so close you thought he couldn’t breath. 

-He peppered his chubby face with kisses, praise pouring from his lips like rain as he raised the four year old into the air, baby giggles filling the room. 

-You joined them on the floor taking your fill of baby Midoriya pampering before looking at your husband, tears flowing down his cheeks. 

-You hadn’t seen him cry ever since your son said his first words. 

-And even then you couldn’t blame him, his first word was dada who wouldn’t cry? 

- “He has a quirk! Oh my god he has a quirk!” 

-Izuku brought both of you into a hug, crushing you to his chest as he kissed both of your foreheads. 

- “Thank you thank you thank you.” 

-It hit him like a truck how lucky he was to have you both. 

-A beautiful wife who loves him for who he is and not for his fame *like many other pros had warned him about* and a son who adores him and asks for daddy every second of the day. 

-He didn’t care about a quirk.

-He was scared that his son would also get bullied if he didn’t have one. 

-Right now everything was perfect. 

Bakugou Katsuki

-If you asked him he didn’t want your son to get his quirk yet. 

-If he did that meant that he grew and he wasn’t his wittle baby anymore. 

-Your son was playing with his uncles outside while Katsuki was setting up the barbeque. 

-He was simultaneously holding your one year old and you were having a heart attack seeing your baby so close to a fire but you trusted him. 

-Your son was laughing his ass off as he was chased around the table by four grown ass adults. 

- “Be careful around the table.” 

-The fact that all five individuals said yes mom terrified you. 

-Heading back into the kitchen you only managed to reach the sink before a scream pierced the air and in a flash you were back outside, scanning the yard for who got hurt and where. 

-Then your eyes landed on your son who had a hand outstretched in front of him, smoke leaving his small palm while Kaminari was laying face down a few feet away from him, a groan leaving the pro hero as a palm shaped hole was etched on his shirt. 

-Everyone was silent as they stared at your four year old, eyes wide in awe at the sheer force of a singular explosion. 

-The person who broke the silence was Kirishima who let out a loud woah snapping all of you out of your stupor .

-Bakugou looked at you, pure disbelief in his gaze as his son turned to him. 

- “Dad I’m just like you!!” 

-You swear in his daze he almost yeeted your baby over his shoulder. 

-In one swift motion your son was in his other arm being swung around as their laughs synced into one. 

- “Hell yeah you are.” 

-Joining them you ruffled your son’s hair as you kissed his cheeks, a deep scarlet blush painting his plush cheeks as he hid his face in his dad’s shoulder. 

- “Bravo bud!” 

-Sero was next with the praise followed by Mina and Kaminari who also whined about his Hawaiian shirt being ruined. 

-For the next hours Katsuki didn’t let him go. 

-Didn’t want to let either of his kids go but it got kinda hard with the whole barbeque being his responsibility. 

- “We can train together, and work at the agency and go on patrols and…” 

-As your son rambled on about the things they could do now that he has his quirk, you looked at your husband, a soft smile plastered on his features. 

- “He will never stop needing you Katsu.” 

-You whispered as you kissed him softly on the cheek, catching a glimpse of a single teardrop leaving his eye before he quickly rubbed his face on your shoulder. 

- “I know.”

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