#i lov her fluffy hair so much...

[bugs1nmybrain]

Okay, I decided to wake up and choose violence, so here goes? Imagine? Shigaraki with a pudgy kindhearted girlfriend (quirk or quirkless) that he absolutely loves so much🥰 The two of them have been dating Since he first assembled the LOV, (or before than?) So, after the fight against Re-Destro both Re-Destro and trumpet found out that Shigaraki has a girlfriend. The both of them were very, very bothered and disturbed by it, because they think that the idea of him having a girlfriend would just get in the way of his plans? and when Shigaraki here’s about all of the negative things that they’re saying about his beloved and he LOSES IT! Like completely lost it 😱 and Confronts them about their bullshit And put them back in their place. 

with all my heart - Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

First off, AMAZING PROMPT! I love when people perceive Tomura as a lovebug because he IS

warnings: a mention of sex but no smut, fem-reader with she/her pronouns, swearing, the writing isn't cohesive and is totally off topic at first, white-haired Shigaraki, ANGSTY backstory about their love, kind of fluffy!!, short story, not proofread and likely has typos

Throughout all of Tomura Shigaraki's efforts to bring hero society to its knees, there has always been a deep-seated emptiness within him. It became painful for him, so much so that he would dig himself completely raw before falling asleep at night. He hated it. Even when he made progress and advancements in his goals, he felt hallow.

Until you made him feel whole.

You two met right after he had gathered the League together, by a very casual encounter. Tomura was known to go on walks at night when he felt frustrated, and so while he was trying to process all that was happening and the wonders his group was going to pursue, he stumbled upon you at the park.

Sobbing, he heard. It was startling, and he almost wanted to leave. He picked you out, though, huddled on a bench and shaking with your phone in your hand. You were wearing a pencil skirt and some graphic t-shirt, with eyeliner streaming down your face, and surrounded by literal broken hearts. Tomura felt a tug at his heart, somehow. He didn't understand it, and hated how much dread he felt while looking at you. He didn't understand why he resonated with you so much then until he had fought Re-Destro and the memories of his past awoken.

When you looked up at him, he felt stuck. He didn't want to leave, but he also didn't know what to do.

All he could manage was a mumbled, "Hey."

You had been kicked out of your parent's house because they didn't approve of your so-called "lifestyle." That "lifestyle" consisted of wearing fashionable clothes, not meeting their expectations even though you tried extremely hard to be productive, and above all else- you hated hero society. They hurt you emotionally to the point that you had contemplated horrible things, only to be thrown out. A so-called "snowflake" in their eyes, but when Tomura listened to what you had to say, he told you to "let it snow."

The way you warmed up to him ignited a protective and playful spirit in him. He instantly offered for you to live with him, which was hasty, but it would soon blossom into a sweet and beautiful relationship between the two of you.

You've told him many times about how he "saved" you, and to that he tells you to shut up, but never maliciously. He knows deep down that he feels warmth knowing that he could offer you safety, in his own crooked way. You did the same for him, he'd argue. You stuck with Tomura throughout all of it; when AFO was arrested and they had to live dirt cheap, when he was insistent on beating Gigantomachia, throughout all his meltdowns and bad moods, you were there to hold him and let him just be. After a long day of taking a beating and destroying what he could, he came back to you, and you'd make him whole again. He loved you so much.

So to hear this bird-faced baldy and snob politician with a pedo-stash talking shit on you? He was not having that.

-

Shigaraki lingered outside Re-Destro's office. He had the door closed, but he could tell he was talking to Trumpet. Shigaraki was going to approach him about buying the League (and you) a night out to the casino, but he couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"I never even expected Shigaraki to be able to have a romantic partner," Trumpet comments, almost impressed. "I can almost guarantee she's with him because she feels that she has no other choice."

"Either way, she's slowing down operations. I don't mean to question the Grand Commander, but-"

"He comes to meetings, clicks his pen with a few "uh-huhs" unless he's the one talking, and when the meeting is over, she's right outside the door," Trumpet continues.

maybe if you guys talked about shit I cared about, things would be different

"He strolls off with her, giving her the attention that he should be giving to the cause."

"Not to mention, her quirk doesn't have any practical use. Nothing that would help protect the cause."

(Your quirk was a fascinating one, and multifaceted, actually. When you were feeling emotions of love and adoration, you produced bubbly hearts around you. Their color depended on the context of love you felt. However, your quirk had an added bonus! Which was that when you loved someone deeply, their quirk had no effect on you.)

(I guess you could consider this like Eraserhead's quirk mixed with La Brava's. However, this quirk wouldn't work for characters with external quirks like Explosion, Electricity, or Fire, because those are produced as a substance and not as an on-contact quirk. So for her, quirks like Tomura's would apply, but so could Brainwashing, Erasure, Toga's quirk (I can't remember the name), Zero-Gravity, etc.)

"Maybe we could find a way to get Shigaraki to focus on the real mission. Draw her away from him, and have her see his true colors, that way her quirk loses its effect.."

Oh he had heard ENOUGH now.

Some childish spite in Tomura wanted to decay the whole door down and say "listen motherfuckers," but he did things the adult way. Sort of. So he waited until their conversation was over. Trumpet started to leave and turned the doorknob to be abruptly faced with Tomura's "oh you've done it now" smile.

"Oh-jesu-"

"Grand Commander! What is it you need? Did your weekly payment go through? Any mistakes? Let me know and I'll fix it!" Re-Destro exclaimed, half-genuinely at his awe of Shigaraki, and half trying to throw a bandaid over what he knew Tomura had heard.

"Oh, you're going to have to do a lot of compensation for the bullshit I just heard," Tomura grumbled, trying to go with intimidation rather than attack.

"I-I don't understand!"

"Re-Destro..." Trumpet cringed, knowing that Tomura was on their asses.

"But you understand so much, don'tcha?" Tomura turns the other way to face Trumpet, too. "And so don't you? How about I give you two some grand advice and say this: mind your own fucking business and if you have a problem with my woman, you're going to have to tally your asses off because she's NOT leaving."

"I don't mean to impose Shigaraki. It's just that she takes up quite a bit of your time."

"And how many of us are there to be attending to all the dirty work? Mr. "I'm-going-to-hide-up-in-my-tower-while-my-people-go-after-the-big-bad League of Villains?" Yeah, I'm sorry that you two are some miserable geezers who have to pay to get laid, but I'm not cutting corners with Y/N because you guys have some sticks up your asses. Get the hell over it."

"I-I understand, Shigaraki!"

Trumpet began to roll his eyes and excused himself to leave, and was immediately startled with another face he did not want to see.

"Hi babe!" Tomura smiled wide with puppy eyes when he saw you standing in the doorway.

"Hi Tomura," you smiled back, tiny pink hearts popping around you. The two older men could immediately sense the "love-bird" energy between the two of you and felt annoyed. You practically tip-toed your way into the room and stood beside Tomura awkwardly.

"How'd you know I was here?" Tomura teased, brushing your hair out of your face. He gave zero fucks about PDA right now. They deserved the discomfort in his eyes.

"I saw you up the stairs when I was looking for you. I woke up and you weren't in bed."

"Sorry, baby, I should've told you before I left. I was just coming up to Re-Destro's office to ask him something," Shigaraki slied while averting his attention over to Re-Destro. "You know, y/n's been telling me about how she really wants a PC."

"Oh, is that so?" Re-Destro fake laughed.

You simply nodded shyly, feeling put on the spot, but knew full well what Tomura was doing. You had ironically heard what Tomura was saying to them right after he was eavesdropping himself.

"Yeaaa. She wants a really expensive one, too."

You actually had only wanted a pretty standard one; you were humble. This was Tomura just pulling some extra strings for you.

"Is that too much, Re-Destro?" Tomura pestered. Trumpet snuck out and had been long gone by this point.

"Of course not! Just tell me the price and I'll make it happen."

"Thank you," you said quietly, though you and Tomura both knew that was meant for him and not Re-Destro.

-

When you and Tomura left Re-Destro's office, you headed back to your shared room. Tomura held your hand delicately, thinking about what they said before about trying to make your quirk ineffective toward him. A part of him feared that happening since you started dating, and their comments only reinforced that anxiety for him. You squeezed his hand tight in realization and continued to snuggle up on him like a clingy cat.

"You know I love you, right?" Tomura mutters.

"I love you more, Tomu" you bubbled with an infestation of smokey hearts blowing in his face.

"Jesus! Haha, I guess so.." he smiles, waving the hearts out of his face playfully with an instant frown following.

"What's wrong, Tomura?"

"Nothing. I mean, I guess I'm just angry at them, for saying those things about you."

"I hope I'm not a distraction like they said."

"What? No! Don't ever fucking think that, please. I swear, if they ever tell you that you're getting in the way, or try to turn you from me, I give you full permission to kill them. Or come to me, I'll do it for you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"You already said that, dummy."

"You said it too!"

"Fuck," Tomura cackles, pulling you in tight for a kiss. "Did you know that you're my comfort character, y/n?"

"Oh really?" you laugh.

"Duh. You're my favorite person, and...you make me feel warm? Which means you're stuck in this bed with me until I say you can leave."

"Aye-aye, Grand Commander," you obeyed sarcastically, hearts fluttering around you too as he pet your hair.

"Good girl. I'm not letting any bald-headed asshole try to take you from me."

"They couldn't do that, Tomura. I love you too much."

"You said it again."

"And I'll say it a thousand times more," you said, kissing his cheek tenderly as you continued to hold him until your brand-new PC arrived at your doorstep (under 24 hour shipping! Thanks Re-Destro!).

[peekaboo-icyou]

Make up or make out?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 of new person

Wilbur was stressing out in a flower shop about what to get you since he wanted to get you something amazing to make it up to you “f/f are her favorite but so are f/f do they go together?” He bites his nails “need some help sir?” “Oh uh yes please” Wilbur turns around and looks at the guy “so what are you looking for?” He looks at the worker “oh I’m looking for an apology gift for my girlfriend” the worker raises their eyebrow “what did you do?” Wil looks angry and confused “what’s that got to do with flowers” “well if you did a super bad thing then it needs to look more like y’know more work was put into it like your really sorry so like her favorite color flowers then her favorite flowers with tons of baby’s breath to fill spaces” Wil starts to bite his nails again “would you say not being completely honest with her about my job and lied about being broke and making her lose her business by doing so is really bad” the worker looks at him like he’s almost impressed “I didn’t know someone could fuck up that bad ummm yeah I think you need the giant flower arrangement I was talking about”

After paying for the flowers he heads down to a jewelry store and buys you a f/g (favorite gem) ring and necklace he then calls you it rings a few times before you pick up “hello?” “Hi love” “hi wilbur” his heart hurts used to you calling him cute nicknames you made for him “would you like to come over to my um house tonight for a little movie date” he hears you mumble a bit before you speak but he didn’t hear what it was about “I-I suppose I can but I’m guessing you don’t actually live in a tiny apartment like you said so can I have your address” his head breaks even more “oh um yes love I’ll text it to you” he texts it to you “okay sent, bye love I’ll see you then I lov-“ “yeah byeee” you hang up on him and he sighs “why couldn’t I just have told her the truth from the start” he calls his driver and goes home

He sets up your favorite foods and fluffy pillows and blankets along with you favorite movies and the flowers and jewelry he got you he makes everything absolutely perfect and homey looking and he also bought you both matching pjs with your favorite cartoons on the pants

He is almost finished setting up when he hears the door bell ring he quickly rushes to the door and opens it to see you in your cute sweater and skirt “hi love you look amazing” you smile but not the smile you used to give him it was the smile you would give a stranger after they had complimented you “thank you” he lets you in and leads you to the living room and hands you the matching pjs for you to put on “oh um these are cute” you do the smile again “the bathroom is down that hallway” after a few minutes you come back out “oh love you look adorable” he sees you blush a bit and it gives him some hope that you don’t completely hate him

Once you settled down on the cozy couch he grabbed something from behind it “I have a few gifts for you” he saw your face drop and immediately began worrying “I-I know I can’t buy your love back I just wanted to get you a few things to kinda help pay you back because I took advantage of you and got to deep into my act that I hurt you and I feel horrible about it and I want you to know I am so so sorry and love you very much” your face softens “I-“ he interrupts you “shh I know what your going to say I understand” you smash your lips into his and cup his face with your hands his eyes go wide and he slowly closes his eyes and melts into the kiss

After awhile you both pull away “you have no idea how much I missed that” you smile “I-I thought your whole soft boy personality was all an act to get me to fall for you but I’m glad that it’s actually you I was scared you were going to be this mean cold guy after you told me the truth” he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear “well am I some mean cold guy?” you giggle “not at all” “now let me give you your presents because you deserve to be spoiled”

He hands you the giant bouquet “jeez you went all out” he smiles “well I didn’t know if you would get mad and throw wine on me” you giggle and then he hands you a very fancy looking box “oh how fancy~” you gasp when you open the box “it’s beautiful! I love them!” You put the ring on and he helps you put the necklace on “thank you thank you” you hugs him “well just 2 more things” he hands you a fluffy green dinosaur stuffy and it’s heavy you gasp “I know you love your stuffed animals and I know you you love your weighted blankets so I got you a weighted stuffed animal” you hug it tightly “I love him!” He smiles “I’m going to name him pickle!” Wilbur laughs and realizes he missed this so much more then he thought he knew he missed you a lot but not this much “and um all the money I uh took from you to make my act seem a little real plus a little more for your cafe” he hands you an envelope “it should have 5 mil” you gasp “but I only gave you a couple thousand” he smiles “well you need it more then I do and I figured I should pay you for your troubles” you giggle “my troubles?” He pokes your nose “yup” you hug him and after a few moments of silence “so how would you like to move in with me” you look at him with a face that says seriously and pull away from him “yeah no” he pouts “but why not” you look down and play with your fingers he puts his hand on your shoulder “you can tell me…” you look at him “I just don’t really trust you that much anymore” his heart breaks “I-I understand, what can I do to win you back?” He holds your hands in his “I’ll but you anything you want please just take me back….” You frown and look at him “Wil you can’t just buy someone’s love…” he looks at you with teary eyes “but please love I’ll do anything” you hold his hands “then show me that with affection or I don’t know words or um small dates like picnics” he smiles “that’s something I can definitely do love thank you so much for giving me another chance” he leans in and you lean back “you have to earn that mr” he frowns

Idk if u should do a part 5 so if you want one request ideas for it plssss

[eucharist-eulogy]

List your friends muses out of context (I might’ve sent this before but I forgot)

You did lol, dw bout it im just studying n posted this as a break opp

if there was a world record for highest concentration of menace to body size, she’d get it. Also stairwell moment

Do sonas count? You have a world record for the longest… well, lots of things (also come back -grabs straitjacket-)

HUSBAND /p /pos

the cutest bakery girl pls hold me in your strong arms

purple devil

best sop sorry i like him mean /j also hi frenchie with wrinkles

I NEED MORE STRONG WOMEN TO CARRYME PLEASE I NEEEEEED IT /ref also i have mochi pspsps

A God. Do you know how little that narrows it down/j oh wait nevermind he killed the auntie.

cereal. Cereal. CEREAL.

LEAVE SHILOH ALONE YOU FLUFFY CRITTER WITH DRAWING SKILLS /j /lh

hackerman with a beanie and trauma. Then again he’s not the only one with trauma, get in line.

most normal mun. have a easter egg

Liam harem starter, ft the frenchies

His hair is a lightshow. I love it tho

ma’am GET OF THE TRAIN FLOOR ITS DIRTY

Man has infinite rizz except with this one lady. Proceeds to pull the most crazy shit.

Elsa but male and daughterless

pinkest pink im so sorry for you /gen /lh

imagine having a whole AXE and STILL dying. Sorry ma’am but L.

Woman has an eye addiction and whipping addiction but she got no one to take the pE e pE rs eyes from

rizzman with a harem and an american dream

fatherless. Motherless. Parentless. FAMILYLESS.

Do you think he weighs as much as an otter or…

evil watermelon.

british so girlfailure she has to fight with the irish guyfailure

i want her shoes to stomp on karens.

cutie but she called your friend dying a canon event

russian’th? Woman where is yo id. No woman, I’m not afraid of magic spider webs.

smol. elaine jr

pink jesus

I remember I remember I am trapped help me save me help me. . Do i look cute?

samurai man with three arms

we do not talk about your neon pink partner, mister bartender

doggie man we lov

(edit: IT FUCKING CUT FOR SOME REAODN RATTLES)

[darling-dummy-blogs]

Life After You- Victor Li

Summary: Life after you.. was Hell.. 

Paring: Victor Li X Cassandra Li (OC)

Genre: Angst 

Tags/Warnings: Mentions of Death (not really but it's implied), Pregnancy (implied) and Depression (also implied), etc.

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen's Choice 

Word Count: 1.1k 

Notes: 

So…  

I don't even know how or why I wrote this but it hurt like hell 💔

Enjoy~

Cassandra stared up at the bright blue sky, watching the soft and fluffy clouds drift along, a comforting breeze filled the air, caressing Cassandra's skin as she basked in the daylight. The sun shone down on her while she sat there, gazing longingly. In her lap, laid a bouquet of red roses. 

"It's been a year, my love. 

A year since you've been gone…"

"A year without you has been tortuous. The first few days, weeks, and months were painful. It was hard to get out of bed. It was hard to go to work. It was hard to leave our home.. When everywhere I looked I could see you…"

"The days don't seem as bright… The nights seem cold and empty without being in your loving arms. It's become…rather lonely without you here." 

"I miss you.. 

I miss you so fucking much."

"But…at least, despite you not being with me..  I still have pieces of you to wake up to every single day.. Our beautiful daughter. She's the spitting image of you. And she's gotten so big."

"She asks about you a lot. She's become so talkative and lively… She lights up the whole room with her beautiful smile and joyous laughter."

"Isabella is a perfect combination of both of us; she has your eyes, your hair.. She even has your smile. While she has my personality.. It's honestly crazy how alike you both are."

"I…I wish you could see her. She misses you too. She misses you cuddling her at night, singing her lullabies or reading her bedtime stories. She loved the way you told her bedtime stories.. She misses hearing you everyday."

"She's wonderful. She's perfect. Just like you were."

"Isabella has grown into such a smart little girl. For three years old she's quite the intellectual I'll tell you that… she knows what she wants and can be quite demanding."

"Haha… It reminded me of you. Everything she does reminds me of you. She's your twin. No matter what, I always see you through her and each and every day further proves that."

"You've missed so much… Like.. The birth of our son; Zachariah. The day I found out you were gone was the day I found out I was pregnant yet again."

"And he's just as perfect as Isabella. The spitting image of me. Looks like we both have a twin haha.."

"He never got the chance to meet you. But I always tell him stories about you. I tell both our children about you all the time."

"I've told them all our stories. At least the ones I loved most.. All the beautiful stories we've made over the years."

"...Gavin and Mia have been around quite a bit more to help me with the children. They've been such a huge help."

"I never would have gotten through this past year if it wasn't for them. Gavin often watched over them, took them out for walks in the park or did things to keep them happy and entertained. He practically lived in our house for quite some time. Because I couldn't do it, I couldn't face the world without you by my side. I couldn't be a proper mother to them.. And part of me regrets it because I know I should have been strong for them…"

"Gavin didn't want to leave me alone in this house, filled with all our memories, all our precious memories…"

"Mia often came by to help around the house and often did work with me at home, because there were times where I couldn't bear to leave our bedroom."

"It was hard. Raising two kids as a single..- No. As a widow."

"…" She sniffles, tears in her eyes. 

"I-I don't have the courage to move on. I don't have the courage to take off my wedding rings. I wear yours as a necklace everyday." She quietly spoke, bringing a hand up to play with the silver band that was connected to the chain around her neck. 

"I can't bear to move on. You were the love of my life. My last and only love. I don't want to be with anyone else. And I know you'd tell me to move on. To be happy but I can't. I just can't do that without you…"

"Life before you was dull. Life after you.. Was hell."

"I can't…" She took a shaky breath, stopping herself from letting out a sob. 

"I just want you to know.. I love you so much. And I miss you. I miss seeing your handsome face every single morning. I miss your kisses, I miss your hugs.."

"I miss you-" 

"Mama!!!" A cheerful voice called out to Cassandra, causing her to look over. When she did she saw her daughter, running over to her, excitedly.

Setting the bouquet aside, she smiles, wiping at her tears as she opens up her arms to her. 

When Isabella caught up, she crashed into her arms with a happy smile and a beautiful laugh. "Hi baby girl.." She softly spoke, a small giggle escaping Cassie as she hugged her tightly. 

Isabella wrapped her small arms around Cassandra's neck, curling up into her arm, "Are you talking to Daddy, Mama?" She asked, curiously. 

Cassie couldn't help but smile, nodding. "Yeah baby.. I was talking to Daddy… He misses you, sweetheart." She gently stroked her daughter's hair, kissing her forehead.

"I miss him too.." Isabella whispers, holding onto Cassie as she rests her head on her shoulder.

"Sorry about that Cass, I tried to stop her from coming over here too soon." Gavin spoke, finally catching up with his rather energetic niece, holding his sleeping nephew in one of his arms, a small smile on his face. 

Cassie gazed at him with a smile, "It's okay Gavin. No worries, I was just finishing up anyways." She gently set the flowers into the little vase she brought, before placing it beside the stone grave where her husband was put to rest. 

"I have to get going now my love.. I'll come back again soon, okay?" She softly whispered. Before standing up with her daughter in her arms, gazing at Gavin. "Let's go." She gave him a smile. 

He nods, leading them back to her car. On the way back to the car, Cassandra felt a brisk touch of the cool breeze caressing her cheek, causing her to stop walking. What was a simple feeling, felt more like a warming presence. 

Cassandra couldn't help but smile at that. She knew he heard her. She knew he was there with her. 

And she knew what that simple touch implied. 

"Dummy… I love you too." 

[dykeyote]

any headcanons for marie-ann and yvonne?

YES YES YEA I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ..... <3 doing this rarepair thing is so grwat bc like . every sapphic chnt ship is a rarepair . so i get to talk more about my silly little lesbians >:)

i think when marie-anns feeling down and is too sad to be able to talk about her feelings properly (which is often especially since the deer stuff) yvonne tells her just . the STUPIDEST pickup lines . absolutely RIDICULOUS . with a silly little finger gun and an exaggerated wink its RIDICULOUS . and it always makes marie-ann giggle bc its so stupid and cheer up at least enough so that she can talk things through (: yvonnes favorite is that marie-anns a cute name ....... but itd be cuter ..... if it was MARIE ANN-D ME ;) and it makes marie-ann laugh every time no matter how many times they use it bc its so silly

i think yvonne really really wishes she could save marie-ann from whats going on with her . and it really breaks her heart that they cant free them from the possessions and things like that it keeps them up at night . but even so she tries her best to comfort them and help them feel cozy so that its at least a little easier on them (:

they play video games together (: its basically the first time marie-anns Ever pkayed video games ao yvonne has to kind of teach them but they enjoy it as a way to spend time together (: its very funny bc i think jedidiah and yvonne play video games together sometimes ALSO bc i like rheir friendship and sometimes theyre both hanging out with yvonne at once . so u go from yvonne and marie-ann casually competing againsg each other and at the end yvonnes like YESSS I WON BUT GOOD GAME (:(:: maybe try using a diff move next time? you tend to kinda spam it, some versatility might be helpful (: and then IMMEDIATELY transition into playing jedidiah . which is DEEPLY COMPETITIVE bc they both seem the type to get VERY ZEROED INTO THE GAME and be VERY COMPETITIVE

yvonne has a mullet in my little imagining and i think marie-ann likes to give it lil fluffs at the back . they just come up behind yvonne and go FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!!!!! with their hand and then give yvonne a little kiss on the cheek (: i hc marie-ann as having short fluffy hair that yvonne gives BIG RUFFLES ON THE HEAD in return >:)

to demonstrate how muxh i lov them . usually when i do these hc posts i START it and then save it to deafts and finish later . this was ALL IN ONE GO

[cuiwi]

Headshot commission of the lovely Sophie Hatter for @madamhatter! I had a great deal of fun with this piece and I am very proud of how it turned out!!! 🤍🤍🤍

[lesbianpikachuu]

[KICKS THE DOOR DOWN AND SNAPS IT IN HALF]

I LOVE HER SO MUCH

[cubicle-eyes]

Not Proofread , but did just wake up and was gayness. Gayness isn't a choice, it's a lifestyle.

I.. think I pulled my arm writing this??? I write on Notes on my phone but it only hurt after I was halfway through?? Jeez louise. Pulled a muscle writing fanfiction. Doesn't that sound wrong.

steve harrington fluffy boi

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- Steve lives for kissing you. Anywhere. Your lips, forehead, scalp, nose, neck, shoulders- He was in a hurry one time and just kissed your eyebrow and left!

- He adores sleeping with you. You're warm. And soft. And he LOVES it! He likes to completely tangle himself with you, so if you're sleeping expect him to shift his legs alot to get more comfortable.

- You get to have one rent-free tape at Family Video at most once a week. Don't tell. He would so get fired, and he's on thin ice. Dating in the Scoops Ahoy era? Free Icecream. Wherever he works you better believe you're getting something free from there.

- He a little slow sometimes so if you're being too cryptic for him he gets frustrated. Just kiss his nose and start again, but don't slow your talking or put any more emphasis on the words, like he's deaf. He can understand the words just fine, it's the situation and backstory bits he needs!

- Very touch. Much touch. Give touch. He holds you by your waist a lot and likes to be holding something most of the time. He's honestly touch starved and in denial about it.

- Lives for praise and compliments. Feed his ego a little! Tell him how much you love him! Tell him you're proud of him! Tell him he did a good job! He likes it a lot and his happy to reciprocate it as often as he can.

- Very cuddly. Again, he likes to be touching you, and cuddling is no exception. Sometimes he just stands there hugging you. When he sees someone he loves, he usually goes for the neck and they are forced to upper torso. He just does it accidentally.

- Lives for you to just sit on his lap. Whether you're watching a movie, playing video games, or anything else, use your personal couch cushion. He also likes when you stradle him and play with his hair and kiss all over his face.

- He's definetly not too much of a PDA guy. He... it's still kinda embedded into his brain that same-sex couples aren't really.. allowed in public from his high school days of putting up a front. He definetly pecks your cheek a lot in public, if you're somewhere away from prying eyes. He will still end up walking, standing, and sitting very close to you as the pair of you do things in public.

- The kids have a dad now! With Steve as their mom, it's only perfect that now he's no longer living the single-mother lifestyle! The kiddos adore you, and are maybe more confortablewith you then him. Max, noteably, REALLY likes you. Hang out with her some. She needs a little guidance sometimes, still.

- Robin likes to tease you. A lot. A lot, a lot. Like a lo- She just thinks you two are adorable, and to her you two are the second-best-secret-couple in Hawkins! (First being her and Vicki, of course )

- He likes to take long drives with you to anywhere. For a few hours, a day, a week, even a month if you want to travel. It's a great time to bond and just hang out. He definetly ones to take all of the kids ib the show on one huge trip with you that isn't just to save the world.

- Speaking of kids.

- Man WANTS some. He would love to foster kids of all ages in the future, and hopes you're okay with at least three children in the house at almost all times. He loves kids a lot, obviously, and since you both can't physically have them, he just wants to hold kids who really need a place to stay.

- If you're sad, he wants ti cheer you up! He's not very good at it, but sometimes he accidentally cheers you up when he tries his best to di something and it isn't working very well. Watching him try just makes you love him more!

- When he's sad, he's distant.He doesn't always do it on purpose, and sometimes its not really obvious. A little space between you, less love shared, and he tends to brush things off a lot when he's upest. Just let him work through them, and it'll go quicker than an intervention. If he does something that hurts you, or is unacceptable, tell him. He may be sad but it isn't an excuse to do things. He may be a little bitter about it at first, but he'll apoligize.

- If he accidentally makes you cry, which he has done, you better believe he is crying too. Mostly from stress and guilt, and believe it or not he cries really easily when others start crying. He feels fucking horrible. He ends up leaving you alobe until you let him in, and then he's just awkwardly apologizing. He doesn't know how to fix it, sometimes, and feels like a screw-up.

- Honestly he's a straight-forward lover, and is very loyal. He would never do anything to purposefully hurt you. 9/10, would reccomend.

[futuremrsdrcullen]

Hiii me again! Sworry I’m just so obsessed with your Carlisle insert reader series. I found it maybe two weeks ago and I was like wooo this is going to take me a month to read! I finished it in 4 days 🙈 literally stayed up to like 3 in the morning reading, I just couldn’t put it down!!! I know it takes a while to write and I want to thank you for putting your best effort and love into it. Can’t thank you enough cause it’s fantastic, literally the best I’ve EVER read. So thank you again. It deserves way more love. But anyways! I had another blurb idea I thought I’d share. I was thinking of someone basically where the reader just stares at him, admiring his beauty. His hair, his eyes, his skin, just in awe at the beautiful, compassionate, gentle, yet dangerous creature in front or next to her. Eventually he snaps her out of her trance and she says something sweet to him, maybe points out what she loves about him. Just an idea!

❤️

Honestly so glad you love them. It makes me so happy to see just how much people are enjoying the things I'm creating, and the fact that you are enjoying them so much that you are asking for more means more to me than I can put in to words.

When I got this ask I got really excited to write it and I wrote the first draft in like hour. I spent a few more hours editing and trying to figure out what part I'd written that was bugging me. Sent it to my editor who said it was perfect.

So now I'm just going to post it in hopes that it isn't awful lol.

As always I do not own Twilight or its Characters all right go to S.Meyer.

~ Claire <3

Masterlist

Blurb Title: Golden

Word Count: 625

No warning just super heartfelt fluffy. Rot your teeth out fluff. Kinda fade to black smut but not really. But kinda. I do that a lot lol.

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It was the completely mundane things he did that would catch me off guard. I was so used to him; I was used to what he was, and how that affected his movements. But it was the moments when he seemed the most human that always got to me.

When I got out of the shower, I didn't exactly know where he had gone. I followed the only sounds I could hear in the house and eventually found him in the kitchen, handwashing the few dishes Bella and I used the night before. The radio behind him played his favorite station and a soft Jazz song filled the room. I completely froze in my tracks, if he noticed me he didn't look up. He hummed along to the music and I let myself take in the sight of him.

There was light trickling in from the windows and he looked golden, but also just so incredibly human. The light in his hair, in his eyes, even dancing along his skin, was so beautifully golden. Of course I knew the dangers of our closeness but I never even worried about my safety.

Because I knew this is who he really was. He was golden, inside and out.

The first song ended and the next began as I watched him. His eyes floated up to meet mine. It took my breath away. Even now, when our eyes met, it felt like the first time. He softened, like he felt it too; the rush of butterflies, the sparks of electricity between us. A part of my soul leaped out of me to reach the part of his that did the same. It felt right.

"Y/n?..." His voice- soft with concern but also amusement- pulled me out of my daze. "Are you alright, Dove?"

"Oh…yeah. I just got lost in thought." I practically skipped across the room to meet his outstretched hand. It didn't even bother me that it was wet. He kissed my forehead. "You're beautiful." I whispered.

"I think I should be the one saying that to you."

"Yeah yeah, you tell me all the time." I took a second to contemplate my words as he drained the water from the sink. "You're golden… Your hair, your eyes, even the light reflecting off of your skin is golden."

I could see right through his calm chuckles to the confusion that still lingered there. I continued, "It's more than just physical too. You're compassionate and caring and you put our family above anything else. You make me feel more loved than anyone else has. You have all of this power and yet you're still the kindest person I know. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you. You're just…. Golden." My face flushed when I realized I said all of that out loud. 

He grinned at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me. It made all of the embarrassment from rambling wash away. 

He always kissed me like it could be the last kiss we would ever share. And every kiss made me forget the world around me. To me, he was the only thing that mattered and in turn, he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered to him.

He lifted me with ease and set me on the counter, breaking away from my lips just to place his on my neck. "You deserve to be worshiped. And I plan on showing you how much I love you-" He kissed my neck again. "-need you, by doing just that." He practically breathed the words into my ear and I felt a shiver run over my skin. 

Then his lips were on mine again. 

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[arirights]

MY REALITY! (4D b in my 3D fr)

Physical Appearance

- long curly 3a/3b curls(past my shoulders) super healthy and moisturized always!

- short slim and lifted feline face. my forehead rounded and small. my eyes are naturally elongated and feline shaped and my nose is smaller and uplifted!! Super long manga lashes. i have a longer pointier chin that fits my face perfectly. I have a angel skull so basically super pretty and perfect angelic side profile! sharp jawline that can cut knives and everything (p.s. basically i look like those super hot black tiktok and Pinterest girls. Also one day I went to my orientation for college and I got so many compliments saying I look like one of those hot tiktok girls on their fyp😭)

- slim pear shaped body with perfect cute round upside down heart shaped jiggly butt🤭 im just feminine looking fr. anyways my skin is HD clear af got that blurred effect .. so cute on me fr. the hairs on my body are so light that u can’t see em. i got no hairy ass toes either.. that wld b scary. BONUS: all my internal organs are all healthy and pink and always will be. literally immune to all diseases and shit

Life + extras

- getting my rose gold Mercedes’ benz for free this Saturday!:) im also super good at driving and will always be safe! Especially my car yall .. my baby will never get hurt.

- the dorm im gonna be in allows cats and small animals so I’m gonna get a super cute healthy fluffy white kitten for free and it’s gonna be so fun and easy to take care of her. im gnna call her sunflower bc I lov sunflowers :3 and we are gonna have the best bond ever she’s super cuddly and cute and spoiled by me ofc

- academics is literally gonna be so easy im gonna ace every test and exam period.

- I make 2k a week without working for it so pretty much I make 10k a month. I got mad money in my bank account rn like around 20k. I get money every other day too randomly like between 70$ and 200. So i be getting a little over 10k a month in total🤭 it’s so nice because since I’ll be getting so much money I’ll start to take frequent vacations to other countries with friends or by myself‼️and in conclusion I’ll always have enough money for anything and everything no matter what.

- Covid and monkeypox doesn’t exist.. it never did.. deadass don’t know what dat is .. it sounds funny

- equality between race, ethnicity, gender, and sex

- I can manifest anything whenever instantly because I said so. and that’s it lol. also any method I use works just the same. for ex subliminals give me drastic results instantly within seconds because I said so. also subliminals help me be more organized fr. Also everything works in my favor and anything i want is already mine period :)

- im literally gonna have the best friend group, maybe even multiple. im just gonna have so many good loyal friends who treat me like I’m a celebrity. I have everything anyone has ever wanted to everyone always comes up to me and asks me how I did this and that :> me and my friends have almost everything in common and are always so positive and there for each other and we all bad bitches wether boy or girl or neither🤭my friends deadass the hottest too fr they all could b models!!

- my roommates are literally basically super cool and understanding and chill. we all get along so well and it’s just cute girly positivity

- im always invited to super fun and safe parties and I’m always able to go. Nothing will get in the way of me going :3 im gonna have so much fun fr

- after my first two years of college im gonna go to Columbia university and successfully live off campus and the most beautiful perfect apartment ever for cheap!:) cus y not

in conclusion everything i want is already mine and has always been mine.

[twdsunshine]

When they’re sad and the only thing that brings life back to their eyes is, “But I love you.” (Rick x Reader)

Requested by @greghouse.  It’s fluffy angst?  I tried!  I hope you like it!  (Also, it just seemed to flow better as a reader insert than third person but I don’t know why.  I hope this is okay!) The first time you'd noticed the impact of those four little words had been back at the farm, so early on in your relationship that you hadn't even been sure if it was okay for you to say them, but you'd found them spilling from your lips before you could stop yourself.  You’d stumbled across Rick standing alone in a daze, staring out across the fields towards the horizon, his shoulders slumped, his whole demeanour broken, defeated.  

“It’s Lori,” he’d told you, and you’d nodded in understanding because she was still his wife, after all, despite the connection that you shared with the sheriff, and you knew he cared about her.  It was why he’d continued to hold you at arm’s length.  “She’s with Shane.  She’s been… with Shane.  Since the beginning, pretty much.”  

He’d sighed, and you’d reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his own.  “I’m so sorry, Rick.”

“I know it’s over,” he’d admitted.  “I’ve known it for a long time now, but this… This changes things.  I don’t know why, but it does.  I fought so hard to find her, to get back to my family, and for what?  What the hell was I fighting for?”

“For your son,” you told him decisively because you knew the little boy was the apple of his father’s eye.  “And because you’re keeping this group going.  I know it’s hard, and I know this just makes it even harder, but… but I love you.  So you’ve gotta keep fighting, okay?  For me.”

He’d turned to look at you then, and though his lips were still drawn, dragged down by the pressure of leading and the day’s revelations, there was a sparkle in his eyes that told you that he’d heard you, really heard you, and he dropped your hand to wrap an arm around you.  You’d stood like that for a long time, not speaking, just revelling in the closeness, in the possibilities that lay between you now that Lori’s betrayal was out in the open.  It had been the start of something good.

The next time had been after the farm fell.  It had been beginning to feel like a home, like somewhere you could be safe, but the dead had found you in the end, flooding across the fields in a tidal wave of snapping jaws and chaos.  You’d ended up on the road again, those of you that had survived, cold and hungry, without fuel or ammunition, and Rick was struggling to keep control.  He’d been pacing back and forth, cursing Shane, the walkers, himself, and you’d gone to him, tugging him away from the makeshift camp into the shadows and pulling his head down to rest in the crook of your neck so he could hear the quiet whisper of your voice.

“We’re gonna get through this, Rick.  You’ve gotta keep it together.  I know it’s hard right now, but I love you, and I know you’re gonna find a place for us.  I just know it.”

For a moment, he’d just held you, breathing you in, and then you’d felt him nod, his hair tickling against the delicate skin of your throat.  

“Yeah.  Yeah, you’re right.”

When he’d finally pulled away, his body was still tense, his jaw still clenched, but when his gaze had met yours, you’d seen something else there besides grief and confusion; you’d seen hope.

You’d found the prison some months after, and you’d been proved right.  It was somewhere you could settle, somewhere with thick concrete walls and high fences, but even then there had been challenges.  Each time another threat reared its head, you would be able to see the weight of it in the hunch of Rick’s shoulders, as if the burden was his alone to bear and it was all just too much, and you’d go to him in the night, crawling into his bunk and curling against him so you could murmur hushed reassurances to him in the darkness.  The Governor has more men, yes.  We’ve lost so many people, I know.  This flu is the one thing we cannot fight.  But it’s all gonna be okay.  We’re gonna be okay.  It’s a struggle just to survive, I know, but I love you.  I love you.  I love you.  And he’d wake up in the morning and stand just a little bit straighter, walk just a little bit taller, with a smile in his eyes that was reserved just for you.

And now here you were, back on the road again.  You’d been separated from your group when the prison fell, and it had been slow progress with Rick’s injuries and Carl’s stubborn temper that drove him to blame his father for the fact that, once again, everything that you’d worked for had been lost.  The three of you had covered miles on foot in the first twenty-four hours, putting distance between you and the fires that raged, attracting every walker in the area with the rising smoke and crackling flames.  You’d finally found a quiet neighbourhood and barricaded yourselves in a house, though you knew Carl had slipped out to search for supplies.  Still, you couldn’t worry about that, not with Rick passed out on the couch, his wounds still bleeding profusely as you tried your best to patch him up.  You talked as you worked, your voice low and urgent, though you had no clue if he could hear you.

“I don’t blame you, Rick.  You deserve the rest after everything, you do.  Things have been…  They’ve been tough.  And you’ve brought us through it all, like you always do.  That’s why we’re still here, still fighting.  We’re gonna be okay, you and me and Carl.  We’re gonna make it through.  It’s not gonna be easy, but I love you, so I know we will.  I know you probably don’t even want to wake up right now, that you can’t bear to open your eyes, but I love you, Rick, so I need you to wake up.  Please.  For me.  Please, wake up.  I love you.  I’m so scared, but I love you.”

You buried your face in your hands as you fell apart, hot, salty tears spilling over your cheeks as your voice broke, and then you felt the cushions shift where you leaned against them, and, when you lifted your head, your eyes locked with his, the crystal blue watery and tired, but still shining as he eased himself upright.  “I love you too.  We’re gonna be fine, the three of us.  I’m gonna make sure of it.”

[flames168]

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

- Shigaraki asking you out -

Y/n has nothing to do. You’re bored to death in the LOV’s hideout as you read a boring magazine about Pro Heroes and whatnot. Shigaraki, Dabi and Compress have all gone out to spy on other villains, and most likely kill them all in the process.

Since Mr Compress is the main entertainer for you but he’s absent, you naturally decide to be bored to death rather than to get all your blood stolen by Toga, who is eyeing you hungrily at the end of the couch you’re sitting on.

“Y/n, it’s just- just 100 millilitres! Please~?” Toga begs in an annoying voice which you’re already too used to. Staying at the base of the infamous LOV has trained you to endure high pitched teenagers’ voices, such as Toga’s.

“I don’t plan on dying today,” you spit back, not in the mood to be nice. Shigaraki has been gone for six hours and still hasn’t shown up yet.

Toga complains under her breath and proceeds to stomp back to her room. You finally sigh in relief, throwing the magazine on the coffee table and closing your eyes as you lean your head behind.

“Shigarakiii,” you mumble, listening to the clock tick in an agonisingly slow pace.

As soon as his name comes out of your mouth, a warp gate appears right beside you and Shigaraki Tomura himself steps in. Since you’re seated by his towering body’s side, you can see the rare smile on his face as it stretches far enough to show even with the corpse hand on his face.

“Miss me?” he shakes his head lightly in a flirty way, his fluffy hair all being messed up in the process.

“Shiggy!” you grin and run out of your comfortable position to greet him.

“Yes, y/n, I’m totally fine and not bleeding halfway to death,” a voice grumbles behind you and you turn hastily.

“Ah, sorry, Dabi, I didn’t see you there,” you raise a brow sarcastically and pat his head. “Also, that’s like, a scratch you have there on your hand. I don’t think you need treatment for that,” you laugh.

“I told you,” Mr Compress says beside him in a bossy manner and leads him inside his bedroom.

Once everyone has cleared out, Shigaraki sighs and pulls the hand off, revealing a tired but happy face.

“I missed you so much,” he smiles a little and hugs you tightly, inhaling your intoxicating scent.

“So did I. How did it go?” you hug him back, patting his messed up light blue hair.

“It was great. I gathered more recruits, I think I’m growing more famous now,” he says proudly.

“Of course you are. Let’s go into my room to talk more about that,” you say sweetly, something which makes Shigaraki’s heart melt.

No one has ever tolerated his boasting and pride, no one until you joined his cause. Not only did you tolerate it, you listened carefully and actually enjoyed it, even asking him to come along to your bedroom to discuss it even further.

He can’t take it anymore. He thinks he’ll die of heartache if he holds himself back.

“Y/n!” he calls you. “I- I want to tell you something important.”

You wriggle your brows. “More important than your evil plans and your fame and recruits? How could that be possible?” you say with a slightly mocking tone.

“Yes, it is,” Shigaraki states and steps in closer to close the gap between you two.

Your face grows flustered as you see him up close personally. You study his features, taking in every tiny detail about his handsome face. His narrowed cat-like eyes with those brilliant red irises, his pointed nose, his scars that represent how long he’s endured until he became a villain, his mouth that looks so kissable-

And then he kisses you.

Full on the lips.

You’ve both kissed before, lightly on the cheek or head, but never on the lips. It was a boundary to be respected as a non-couple, but just close friends who grew intimate with the lack of affection they’ve received in the past.

But this, this was different. It was a full-on kiss right on the lips, tongues invading each other’s mouths, teeth biting at lips.

You close your eyes and melt into it, it feels so good that you don’t realise Shigaraki is holding on to you tightly like he’s afraid to let go.

Eventually, he does, gasping for air and his face getting beetroot red.

“S-shiggy,” you gape, realising that this was your first kiss.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles quietly, closing his eyes. “I wanted to say, I love you. A lot. But sorry for stealing your first kiss, I just couldn’t resist it. You can scream at me now, you can resent me, you can hit me with all your strength..”

He opens his eyes while lowering his head, tears dropping onto the floor as he sniffs. “I just- I was crazy for a second just now, I thought all the intimate touches, the kisses on my cheek, the hugging, it meant something, but obviously, why would someone as gorgeous as you like me back..”

It was more of a statement than a question and he sniffs again. You just stand there with your mouth agape, not comprehending any information that he had just blurted out.

“You- love me?” you stutter, slowly trying to work it out one by one.

“Yeah, now you can kick me,” he whispers while wiping away tears.

“But- but I like you too, Tomura,” you say calmly, taking him off guard.

“What?”

“I’ve probably liked you for more than you’ve liked me! You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever met, are you kidding me?” you smile and cry at the same time. “I always thought a merciless, powerful villain like you would never even look at a sidekick like me, that’s why I didn’t even try!”

Tomura looks at you with tears brimming in his eyes. “You don’t know how much I’ve been holding back- you much I’ve wanted to kiss you like this-”

You giggle and lean in to him for another peck on the lips.

“So…will you be my girlfriend, y/n l/n?” he asked nervously, scratching at his neck.

“Heck yes,” you give him a Cheshire grin and snuggle into his chest. He wipes his tears away and rests his head on yours, crooning in satisfaction.

“I love you, Tomura.”

“I love you more, y/n.”

[imkylotrash]

Perfidy

Pairing: Saul Silva x reader

Request: Reader is in alliance with Beatrix and has been sent by Rosalind to get close to S to find out more about the teachers' plans. After a while, she feels guilty coz she really fell in love with him and confesses about betraying their relationship and sabotaging his plans. S stays mad at her for a while but he loves her too so he forgives her maybe and then fluffy floof? Anonymous And Saul and Reader who is on Rosalind’s side; a highly regarded soldier entrusted to be one of the guards of Saul where he is imprisoned. Over time there is some kind of connection or attraction there (not sure if mutual) which complicates things. It can be unresolved/left open or if you come up with an ending cool! Anonymous

A/N I did a little twist at the end, and I'm not really sure how well it worked 😬

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"Food." You place the tray on the floor backing out of the room to keep an eye on him. When the door closes, you take a deep breath that you didn't know you needed.

"That's all?" It's the first time you've seen him since Alfea. He looks horrible already. The Solarian prison is a tough place to survive. Part of you worries about him, but you push that in the back of your mind trying to crush any affection you might feel towards him. You can't like him - and he certainly doesn't like you.

"What do you mean?"

"You've got nothing else to say? After using me for information, making me believe that you lov-" Words fail the soldier as he looks at you through the glass that confines him. Of course, it isn't normal glass. It's been reinforced and manipulated to prevent cracking. It's the most secure prison in the whole of Solaria.

"I was doing my job." He throws the tray of food towards you but you don't flinch. It won't do any damage.

"That was a waste of food. Some people would kill for a meal like that."

"I feel like you're always running off to talk to Farah or Ben," you whine as he comes back from yet another long meeting. You want in on those meetings. You want to know what they're doing to keep the Burned Ones at bay. You want access to Dowling's office. You want it all, and you have to play this stupid game of pretending to be here just for Saul.

"Maybe you should just come next time then. I'm sure they'd appreciate your point of view," he says so casually that you almost drop the glass you're holding. It cannot be that easy. You've been seeing each other for three months and already, he seems to trust you.

"Really?" You could intel on Bloom to help Beatrix, you could find a way to break out Rosalind. It seems far too easy but he nods his head and as promised brings you with him for the next meeting. You're surprised by the guilt that lingers in the corners of your heart, as you walk back from the meeting hand in hand.

"I really liked seeing you involved tonight. It's nice bringing you and the rest of my world together," Saul admits a little sheepish.

"I appreciated you letting me be a part of it." The words roll off your tongue so easily it scares you a little. You squash the part of you that might hold any sort of feeling towards Saul and focus on the information you got tonight. Any day now, you'll be able to break out Rosalind.

"You think I care about food? I want to know what the hell is going on! What did you do to Sky?" Your fingers are itching to be run through his hair, but you also don't have a death wish at the moment so you stay on your side of the protective barrier.

"Sky is just fine. He's still at Alfea studying." This little piece of information seems to relax Saul slightly, but you can still see the betrayal in his eyes. He hates what you did to him, but you're not entirely convinced he actually hates you.

"I should've known you weren't being truthful. You never cared about anything other than yourself." You clench your jaw to keep yourself from admitting everything you've been ignoring for the past year but he sees the crack in your facade. He knows he hit a nerve, and he'll definitely be using that to his advantage later. There are no rules to how this game works anymore - something you're both very aware of.

"I'll let you get some sleep. I'll be back by dawn."

"Are you still awake?" You keep quiet hoping he'll believe that you're sleeping. You can't face him right now knowing that tomorrow he'll be given the title traitor and be escorted out of here in handcuffs. He's quick to undress and crawl under the covers. His warm body almost melts the ice you've tried to seal your heart with.

"I just wanted to let you know that I love you," he whispers unaware that you're awake. It's the first time he's said and even you can't ignore the butterflies in your stomach. As the amazing actor you have become, you pretend to slowly wake up.

"Hi baby," you whisper with a smile cuddling up to him. You don't say a word about what you just heard and he doesn't repeat it. But it hangs in the air between you.

"I'm sorry I woke up. Go back to sleep," he says kissing your forehead. How are you ever meant to go back to sleep after hearing that? Your entire body feels electrified to the point where you can't pretend you don't feel the same way about him. You want him even if goes against everything you believe in.

"I wasn't sleeping." He knows what your confession means.

You return precisely at 4:30am knowing this is the moment where the cameras reboot giving you just five minutes before they'll be back on. You're carrying a set of clothes and a backpack filled with provision.

"You ready?" You open the door handing him the clothes. The timer on your wristwatch lets you know that there are 3 minutes left before the cameras are on again.

"Ready." He keeps a hand on your shoulder to keep up with your pace. This time of the morning, all the guards are in the meeting room waiting for assignments for the day which is the perfect opportunity to slip past them unnoticed.

"Left," you whisper turning the corner with Saul right behind you. 1 minute. Fresh air hits your skin instantly calming you down. The hard part is over now.

"I wasn't sure if you were coming or not," Saul says slightly out of breath. He's still angry with you, but it's nothing like the way he looked at you back in his cell. When you told him to act enraged at you, you hadn't expected him to play the part so well. You're still doing your very best to keep all feelings towards Saul out of your mind. You're doing this to prove that you've had a change of heart. You know it'll be a long time before he'll fully trust you again.

"Of course I came." It's your way of saying those three words back to him, and he doesn't miss the intention. So much has changed between the two of you, but you know that you want to fix it. And this is the start.

"I wasn't sleeping." You want to tell him that you love him too, but there are other truths you'll have to admit before you can get to that part.

"I've been working with Rosalind. Bloom is going to free her," you say trying to remember the feeling of his skin pressed against yours. He pulls away looking ready to run alert the others but he sees something in your eyes that stops him.

"It's too late. Beatrix showed her the way to Rosalind." You know what comes next. He'll yell, throw something and then probably yell some more.

"Tomorrow, you'll be arrested and taken to a Solarian prison."

"Why are you telling me all of this? You could've gotten away with it." For such a brilliant man, he can be quite dense sometimes. You're well aware that the anger will come sooner or later after the confusion is cleared up, but you're using it to your advantage right now.

"Listen to me. This is going to happen no matter what. I thought I was on the right side of history, but the time I've spent here just proved me wrong." You try to take his hands in yours, but he pulls away. He's hurt, betrayed by the one person he thought he could count on.

"They're going to arrest you, and I will be assigned to guard you, which means I can break you out."

"Thank you. For helping me." It's the best he can offer you right now, and you'll happily take it. Anything that isn't pure hatred is a step in the right direction.

"I'm sorry it even came to this." You know you'll be given plenty of chances to prove your loyalty in the future as you take back Alfea, and you'll make use of all of them. This time, you know what you're fighting for, and he's standing right in front of you.

"Follow me?" You mean to say it as an order, but it comes out a question.

"Yes, ma'am."

[tamakissimp]

K.B- here to stay

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Bakugou wasn’t the only captive the league of villains had, you were one too. A captive they took for your quirk; drinking just a drop of your blood could heal any injury. After being rescued, you and Bakugou got separated. But not for long.

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: fem!reader pronouns (used once) kidnapping, blood, knife, fluffy ending, captivity, cursing

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟚𝟛𝟡𝟟

request: anon - Hi! I saw requests were open, could you please write a scenario for Bakugou, where during his time kidnapped by the lov, they had another captive. A girl who is his age, but she has been there for a few months. The reason why she is there is because of her quirk. Her blood can heal others, all they need to do is drink some of it, the bigger the injury the more blood. They are saved together but then separated. It’s been two years of no contact when Bakugou goes to recovery girl to find the same girl who was a captive now learning under recovery girl. They hit it off. Hi please?

You're a hallucination his mind made up, Bakugou is sure of it. A bright imagine his mind made up to keep himself from going insane. You're too pure to be in such a shit-filled place as the league's hideout.

Though the chains shackled tightly around your ankles say differently. The bloodstains on the ground scream that you’re here. The various scars and wounds that those villain bastards put on you prove you're real. Your arms gently wrapping around Bakugou's shaking body convince him that you're real.

 You're here, you're real and you're hurt. Hurt because he can't keep those bastard's hands of you. Though you never fret about it.

Bakugou screams his throat raw every moment he can as league members do as much as breath in his direction. Even their muzzles can keep his mouth shut. Though you never say a word when they plunge syringe after syringe into your skin. Tears never roll down your cheeks as they cut your skin up to their liking.

He wonders if you ever were rebellious. If there was a time when you kicked and screamed at the villainous hands reaching towards you. All he knows is your time with him. The times in which you would gently gather the blood seeping from your fresh wounds onto your thumb and stick it into his mouth. The times in which you forced your quirk on him, even if he bit down harshly on your fingers. Just so he could have a chance at recovering before Shigaraki ordered a new wave of pain onto him.

All he knows are the nights - or days, time grows weird when you're kidnapped - when you're running your hands through his hair. The nights at which you promise him that someone will rescue him. Even if no one has tried to do during your imprisonment. You promise him that you will get out here so he can show you the friends he's been telling you about.

"Denki, you'll-you'll love him," he says. His voice cracks. Either from sadness or the amount of screaming he has done today, he doesn't know or care. "He's stupi- I mean, he's kind. A fucking goofball.".

You hum at him as you continue to play with his spiky hair. You like to imagine that it's normally soft. Soft and bouncy. But now it's matted by sweat and crusted bits of blood. That and facts that it hasn't been washed for well over a week.

"And Kirishima," Bakugou continues. He thinks back on the times spent with his friends. Times were they dragged him along to go on stupid adventures. Times were they laughed their ass off for no reason. He hated this times back then but he yearns for them now.

"He's great. He's kind. A-And he's sweet. The type of guy to be everyone's friend. The type of guy....to be a hero.". Tears roll down his cheeks at his words.

A hero. It's hard to imagine himself being one now. He can't even handle being kidnapped by some low life bastards without breaking down.

"I can't wait to meet them," you whisper back. "We'll get spicy pork noodle together, yeah?". Bakugou nods. You'll get out of here, both of you. You're going to get out of here and he's going to take you to a stupid mall to eat some goddamn noodles.

You continue to play with his hair. Running his locks through your fingers while humming subconsciously. The soft movements lul Bakugou into a sleepy state. His body grows warm and his eyes grow droopy. "We'll do that," he whispers before letting his eyes fully close.

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Dabi's burning hand wraps around your arm. Red indents in the shape of the pads of his fingers get pushed into your skin. Screams erupt from your throat.

"Don't be so fucking annoying," Shigaraki spits out. You simply shake your head as sobs wreck through your body. Dabi's hands warm up further, excelling boiling point. You scream again.

Dabi's free hand lifts to slap your cheek harshly. The red handprint on your skin makes pride swell up in the bastard's chest. Finally, Dabi's burning hand unwraps itself from your arm.

He lets you curl into yourself, carefully cradling your burned arm. "Just give us some fucking blood," Shigaraki says he as walks away from his place in the shadows.

Dabi steps aside to make room for his boss. Shigaraki slowly crouches down in front of you. You keep your eyes trained on the chains secured tightly around your ankles. Fucking bastard.

Suddenly, four of Shigaraki's cold fingers wrap around your neck, forcing you to look at him. Crazed eyes and cracked skin look back at you. He expected you to beg for forgiveness. For you to fall to your knees and beg for your life. Instead, you stare at him with lifeless eyes.

"You better cooperate with us. You don't want to piss off the end boss," he says. His wobbly voice makes you want to cut his tongue out. Since that isn't an option, you opt for the next best thing; spitting in his voice.

Shigaraki stumbles back a bit like a thick glob of spit runs down his nose, hitting his upper lip. He roughly wipes the spit off his face as you give him a shit-eating grin. "Suck. My. Dick," you say.

Within a second, he has you turned around. Your cheek is planted firmly against the cold, stone wall as your arm is bent in a painful angle. "Crispy, give me a fucking knife," Shigaraki says while making grabby hands towards Dabi.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you here the man behind you shuffle around. Screams rip through your throat as you feel the cold edge of a knife press harshly into your skin. Drops of blood audibly hit the floor. Maybe complying would be easier.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

The chair is always the worst. You can't speak to him, you can't help him. All you can do is look at him while he trashes against the restrains. All you can do is long to touch him while a muzzle covers his face.

You cower away in the corner. Any rattling Bakugou's chains make only cause you to curl into yourself more. You wrap your arms around yourself in pseudo protectiveness.

Broken whispers of apologies fall of your tongue along with whimpers. Bakugou's screams are still more than audible even with the thick metal covering his mouth.

He must be scared, of course, he is. He told you about that glob monster that had pushed itself into his throat. Did the muzzle remind him of that? It must have. Otherwise, he would be aggressive, rather than scared.

"I'm sorry," you repeat time and time again. You can't even remember if it was your fault. Though it most likely was, it always is.

It's smart of the league you, you have to give them that. Punishing someone else. Playing mind games like they always do. They could have just roughed you up a bit. Thrown a few punches and left it at that. But punishing Bakugou instead of you, that's fucked up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.". The meaningless words bounce through the room. I'm sorry won't get Bakugou out of that chair. It won't even calm him down. Maybe it'll scare him even further.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Salvation is supposed to taste sweet. It's supposed to feel like drinking a cold glass of water after being lost in a desert. Instead, it left a foul taste on your tongue. It left your body shaking with fear.

The loud explosions and bang going on outside the door make you push your head into Bakugou's chest. His arms are wrapped securely around you.

He wants to fight, God knows how much. He wants to blow off that goddamn door and blast the league's faces off. But he also knows that if he gives in to his reckless impulses, you'll be left by your self. And you don't have an aggressive quirk as he does. Basically meaning, if he leaves you alone now you're fucked.

"It's okay," Bakugou says. His voice is broken and ragged. After days of doing nothing but screaming his vocal cords ultimately took some damage. He winches at the dryness in his throat. "No one's gonna hurt you.".

You nod against him, fisting the fabric of his shirt. Suddenly, the door bangs open. You pull yourself out of Bakugou's grasp. He steps in front of you and shields you behind his broad shoulders. Though his defence drops once he sees the person in the doorway.

"Mister Aizawa," he says. The teacher nods as he quickly walks over to the boy, turning his attention towards the chains linked to his left wrist.

"Who's this?" he asks as he looks over at you. You take a step back from the unknown men, looking at Bakugou like a deer in headlights.

"Y/n, she's been captured too," he gruffs. The raven-haired nods before moving on to loosen your shackles. You subconsciously reach out and grab a hold of Bakugou's hand. He gladly grabs a hold of it, rubbing soothing circles on the top of up.

Once Aizawa is done, he moves away from the two of you and mentions towards the door. "Let's get you, kids, out of here," he says. Bakugou's eyes shoot over to you.  You sent him a reassuring nod.

"Let's go home.".

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Life without you is dull. The sparkle that once lit up Bakugou's life is now gone. He went from relying on you to get him through the day to not seeing you all. Last he saw you, you were both in the hospital getting your wounds treated. He heard whispers that you attend the UA now but he doesn't let himself believe in such rumours only to be disappointed.

His friends had noticed the change, how could they not. Bakugou went from being a hothead to not saying a word to anyone except Kirishima.Being a shut-in was his new thing, instead of being a fireball. He overworked himself in training. He pushed his quirk until his hands were raw and burned.

His aspirations to become a hero has seemed to double. The fact that no one has come to save you for months seemed to fule his dreams to make sure that happened to no one else.

At unholy hours he allowed himself to think of you. He let his mind wander to dark corners as he lays in bed unphased by sleep. The possibility that you had never recovered from your injuries was likely. Maybe you died in the hospital and he's going with his life hoping that fate will miraculously bring you two together.

Those thoughts always seem to spike a place in his heart. All he knew about you was your name. You let him ramble about his life. You took away his pain, his fear and his injuries. All that and he never returned the favour. You had never told him about yourself, your fears or your family. He beats himself up of that. 

He pushes himself in the gym for that. Forces his body beyond breaking point because - in his mind - he deserves it. He deserves all the pain he could never take away from you.

"Hey, Bakugou!" Denki calls out. Bakugou's head perks up for a second. his eyes fall over his electric friends before turning to gaze out the window again.

Denki looks over to Kirishima who gives him an encouraging nod. "Can't you just tell him?" Denki asks. Kirishima shakes his head.

"Nuh-uh, you tell him," He says.

"Tell me what?" Bakugou sneers. Both boys look up at their friend who has suddenly turned his full attention to them. Denki shoots Bakugou an awkward smile.

"They're uh," Kirishima begins. "There's someone at Recovery Girl you might want to see.". Bakugou nerves light up. Could it be you?

He quickly dismisses the possibility. Getting his hopes up will only get him hurt in the long run. Still, though, he quickly pushes himself out of his chair and rushes towards Recovery Girl's office.

The walk is short, two minutes tops. Maybe it's because he's focused or maybe it's because he's powerwalking through UA like a mad man. Who knows.

Muffled voice is audible from behind the door. One voice, in particular, spikes his attention. Without thinking, Bakugou rips the door open. There he sees Recovery Girl standing next to a sitting down Izuku, who broke his arm again. However, another figure is standing beside them.

"Deku?" Izuku says. Bakugou's mind doesn't get the time to catch up as his body rushes itself towards you. His arms wrap around you instinctively as he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

"Katsuki!" you squeal out as you return his hug. His nerves are on fire and his mind is in overdrive. The feeling of your warmth against his body calms down anxieties he didn't know he had. Your familiar scent fills his nose.

He pulls away slightly to see your face. His calloused palm rests against your cheeks. You melt into his touch. "I thought...". He doesn't have to finish the sentence for you to understand.

"I know," you say. "But I made it. And I'm not going anywhere.". Warmth swells up in Bakugou's chest at the words. Salty tears prick in his eyes though he makes no attempt to wipe them away.

Deku is damned, he's going to cry whenever he likes. If you had asked him a year ago, he would have said that crying makes you weak. Though he knows better now. Emotions don't make you weak. They make you stronger. They make you human.

"I'm going to the UA now. I'm doing a special healer's course," you say. A goofy smile is plastered on your lips as tears start to well up in your eyes as well.

Izuku awkwardly dismisses himself from the room. Though a smile is still present on his lips. It does him well to see how much his childhood friend has changed.

"You're gonna stay here," Bakugou repeats your words. You nod at him. Your hand reaches up to run through his hair. Like you thought his locks are silky smooth. Now unphased by layers of sweat, standing up proudly in high pikes.

"I'm going to stay.".

[seita]

— dabi's traumatized s/o.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴅᴀʙɪ.

hi! may i please request dabi reacting to his s/o coming back from a mission traumatized from what happened and as a result she just shuts down? can it be fluffy? thank you!

⤑ 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 tw: death, injury, corpses, and blood mention. non-sexual intimacy and shower.

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yes u may, babie!! i hope you enjoy this!! thank you for requesting~

altho the tw makes it seem dark but i promise this is fluffy between dabi nd you lmao.

—  dabi.

∴ the mission was supposed to be easy ∴ in and out type of thing ∴ except...it went so wrong so fast ∴ the new recruit you had been with had tripped a trap and before you knew it, there was a loud explosion and your ears were ringing ∴ there was fire and debris everywhere ∴ a piece of metal had cut your leg and it was rapidly gushing blood but you could barely feel the pain beneath the rush of adrenaline. ∴ a quick look to the side showed the body of the young girl you had been on the mission with ∴ her lifeless eyes haunted you from the second you met them. ∴ a few days passed since the event and you just...couldn’t function. ∴ dabi noticed something was off with you ever since you came back and shut yourself in your room after having your wounds tended to ∴ he tried to give you space but after almost a week and you didn’t say a word to anyone ∴ he got fed up. ∴ he barged into your bedroom, holding a bag of your favorite fast food ∴ which was a real pain in the ass to actually get with arising suspicion. ∴ he’s literally one of the most recognizable people in the LoV. ∴ you were laying in bed, shoulders moving evenly to indicate that you were asleep. ∴ he sighed and kicked the door shut. ∴ the click roused you a bit and you rolled over to face him. ∴ he placed the food on the table beside your bed, finally making your eyes open at the smell. ∴ “get up,” he grumbled, yanking your blanket off of you. ∴ “go away, dabi,” you sighed but didn’t fight him when he grabbed your arm and pulled you from bed. ∴ you wobbled on your feet a bit, weak from  not eating properly and sleeping too much. ∴ “let’s go,” he sighed, tugging you towards your bathroom. ∴ “where we goin’?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes sleepily. ∴ “to shower,” he grumbled, “your hairs a mess i assume you haven’t washed it properly in days.” ∴ he scoffed when you merely shrugged your shoulders in response. ∴ before long, you were standing beneath the steaming stream of water with dabi. ∴ he didn’t say much as he gently soaped your skin up with the sweet smelling body wash you always used. ∴ you didn’t fight him when he tipped your head back and shampooed your hair. ∴ you closed your eyes and let yourself relax, zoning out until after he finished conditioning it as well. ∴ you sighed and opened your eyes to see the genuine, soft look in his eyes. ∴ “you’ve really worried me lately, doll,” he sighed, cupping the back of your head to pull your face into his chest, running his hand down your spine ∴ “im sorry...” you sighed, “i’ll get better.” ∴ “just...let me take care of you until you do,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. ∴ you both knew that this was the only time you could see this side of dabi ∴ when he had been secretly worried for ages and finally found himself all alone, away from any prying eyes. ∴ and you appreciated it, relishing in the feeling of his arms holding you.

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[lumilasi]

Dude/Ma'am/sir/preferred term here; I love your oc designs/AU designs for LOV like Kitsune Tomura, how da hecc do you come up with all of those??? Share us your secrets

I weirdly feel like I was asked this before, but then again couldn't find such an ask, so maybe it was in tags? Anyway, glad you like them haha!

IDK how to explain it, I guess I could share some of the thought process? I dunno if it'll be helpful to anybody, but I can try! 

(long post ahead; this is kinda hard to summarize shortly, plus I wanna show some visual examples)

There's basically three categories I tend to consider & they are often connected and not fully separate things? Everything has an effect to everything, kind of. These things are Theme, Colors, and Setting/Role.

Theme = Something I might choose to base the character's design on, which influences everything from colors to outfit shapes and details.

I guess good examples for this are my Telepath twins, whose appearances from details to colors are inspired largely by their chosen theme:

Milo's theme is Moth, specifically an Imperial moth that is brown and yellow, hence his colors, fluffy collar/coat. Silas' theme is Monarch butterfly, which is why his outfit has oranges and blacks.

Colors = often based on the theme, but sometimes I can choose more freely by starting the process from colors instead, where I often consider what colors would contrast well/what colors would fit the character's personality for example.

Good examples for more color-based/colors as starting point for the design are Yaguro, Chouma and Mari. (Yes more moths, sorry lmao)

Their colors are largely inspired by their personality/story. Chouma has red contrasting his green to look more intimidating/striking to kind of further press home the point he's bad news, Yaguro's largely purple/blue color scheme with just hints of yellow is bit more "harmonious" I guess, to indicate his calmer nature despite his tough guy appearance. Mari is very bright and colorful to match her cheery nature.

(.....to be fair, their colors were also chosen cuz they looked cool lmao, but usually I have some level of conscious thought put behind it)

Setting = What kind of world the character lives in/what is their role. If it's a more fantasy setting (as my oc stories often are) giving them urban clothing/modern looking stuff tends to not work for me that well lol.

 Pretty much all characters are influenced somewhat by this, but good examples of where the setting/role is the primary influence would be, well, actually the AU you mentioned, as well as The steampunk aesthetic of Stringmaster, so these two Tomuras. I feel like this is a bit self-explanatory lol

Like said, typically these three major...let’s call them my “design pillars” or whatever, are intertwined and all have an influence over what I’ll make. Typically I have one of them as the main starting point though, (Theme approach, color approach, or setting/role approach for the design) and I add stuff from the other two. I sometimes might even make some small rules to sort of keep things consistent if characters share something, such as their being; all moth spirits have dark scleroses and fluff, all corrupted moths have less fluff than non-corrupted ones, to give one example.

Of course, naturally, my own personal preferences influence design choices a lot too; I like making long-haired guys a lot, narrower eyes and generally pretty colorful characters hehe.

Everyone has a different way to approach this though of course, so you might find a different way of doing this is better suited for you! This is, like said, just my design process, how it sorta works.