#i want them all to be happt

[greedyfeline]

i just went and cried in my friends dms about how i wish all silk moths have an afterlife where they can fly as much as they want and always be nice and cold

im just curious to know if this is a thought anyone else has had or if its just a me thing

[blueysobssesions]

His last moments with you

Angst, Character death

Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Miguel O' Hara, Miles Morales, Peter B Parker, Gwen Stacy

Hobie Brown

His last moment with you, was him pulling you from the backstage, taking you to the stage while the band played their instruments. Kissing you right there, with his fans watching the two of you. You can hear the lousy screams from the crowd as he held you close, pulling away. "H-hobie..." "Shh, jus' look at me, luv" You locked eyes with Hobie, his forehead touching yours saying "I love ya'"Seems like most of the crowd heard what he said, they were screaming. You were flustered, wanting to go back to the backstage but, he placed a kiss on your cheek before letting you go.

The concert wasn't the same when Hobie took a break... over a month when the 'event' happened.

Pavitr Prabhakar

His last moments with you were after the graduation of the both of you, you two were excited at that moment. 3...2...1! the countdown finished, then everybody started to toss their caps in the air, celebrating the completion of the journey. As the caps fell back down, you locked eyes with Pavitr, leaning into a kiss. The world seemed to fade away in that moment, and all you could feel was the warmth of his lips against yours. Everyone looked at the both of you in awe, one of your bestfriend didn't hesitate to take a picture. "Everyone's looking at us" "Do you think that I care?" he said before pecking your lips.

It was a bittersweet goodbye, this would be the last time you would be together.

Miguel O' Hara

His last moment with you was, at the bedroom, cuddled up together. It was his first proper sleep. You watched as him peacefully drifted off, his breathing steady and his face relaxed. Your fingers slowly stroking his soft hair, while your other hand held his hand. You were happt to finally see him sleep properly, with how much he's focused and stressed... he couldn't sleep. As a wife of his, you need to take care of him and ensure he gets the rest he deserves. 

But now, he's taking care of himself... the word 'sleep' now was nothing to him.

Miles Morales

His last moments with you was having a dinner with you and his parents. Rio already liked you when you started to teach Miles spanish, and you helping jeff solve some crimes here and there. Miles couldn't help but smile at this. Rio was the one who made you come over and have dinner, and of course you agreed. He couldn't help but be flustered when you talked about him to them. "He did great at spanish class" you smiled, before eating your food. "Oh, really? Well, that's indeed great! What did he get?" "I think miles should answer that" you giggled. They turned their head towards them, which miles flinched. "u-uh, yeah... I got an A plus" he said nervously. Rio gasped, impressed "Wow, really! That's great!" "Good job, miles" they said. "Well, Y/n helped me with it. You guys should thank Y/n too" Miles smiled at you, how can he be lucky? You smiled back and blushed a little bit.

And now here... Rio and Jeff comforting their son... holding his phone, the picture of the both of you showing in the screen.

Peter B. Parker

His last moments with you is the both of you danicing in the living room while music plays in the backround. You began to move to the beat, leading him in a slow dance. As the both of you moved together, you both found lost in the moment, forgetting the world outside your own four walls. It was just the two of you, surrounded by love and music. The song ended and you both stood still for a moment before breaking apart and looking at each other with a smile on your face. "I love you," he said as he pulled you into his arms. "I love you too," you replied as he kissed your forehead.

It was the first and last dance for him

Gwen Stacy

Her last moments with you is hanging out with the others for the first time. Going on a picnic with Hobie, Pavitr, You, Gwen, Miles, Peni and Peter with mayday. As the sun set on that memorable day, laughter filled the air as you all bonded. It was a beautiful moment for everyone, the two of you watching the sunset while the others chatter. Your head on her shoulder as you both shared a comfortable silence. 

Knowing that it would be your last moments with all of them.

[welcome-golden-flower]

"Hi hi everyone!!!! You probably don't know me but this is Julie speaking! I just wanted to say Happt early Valentine's day!!!....Y'know...Goldie doesn't have a Valentine to hang with. Maybe you all can give him a lil something something. Maybe chat with him! Ask him Valentine related questions :D! He might be slow since his sleeping schedule isn't the greatest, but he'll try!"

"Oh, Violet, are you talking to our flower patch?"

"Yup! Just giving them a little something something ;3"

"Ha ha ha, I know you planned something when you repeat the word."

"Haha! Yeah!"

Julie leans in close to you and whispers

"Remember the plan Sunflowers! Imma distract him a little so you all have time! See you then!"

Julie is now available to answer questions

[girl-next-door-writes]

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Now you and Steve are officially together it’s only right that you are so adorably cute it makes people want to puke, right?

Word Count: 1026 words

Prompt: #8: A and B give each other gifts in a gift exchange

A/N: The amazing @stupendous-science science requested this prompt for the wonderful Mrs. Steve Rogers and I figured it was the perfect ending to this little series. I hope you have enjoyed my Steven’s Greetings. If you did then please reblog, if you didn’t then feel free to move on with your life and not give it a second thought.

The month of December seemed to have flown by in the blink of an eye, and part of Steve was sad to see it go. So much had happened, lots of little things that had led him right here, sat with you snuggled beside him on the sofa surrounded by your friends. The final gift exchange of the year was always a much celebrated tradition, something thoughtful that represented the past year for the person you had pulled from the hat. And by hat, that was H.A.P.P.T, Highly Accurate People Picking Technology. Tony insisted the p’s were silent.

Steve had been nervous and excited when he had picked out your name, torn between revealing his feelings for you and keeping them hidden. Now the cat was out of the bag about his deep affection for you he decided to combine the gifts he into one super soldier sized gift.

Secretly, everyone hoped that Tony had picked them. His gifts were always incredibly personal, outrageously expensive and the envy of everyone. He had a knack for gifts, despite claiming to hate the sentimentality of the season. Steve could only hope that you weren’t too disappointed.

“Okay, so this one is for Capsicle. Well done whoever bought this, you have perfectly disguised your handwriting and I have been unable to figure out who you are.” Tony narrowed his eyes as he looked at his friends, trying to see any hint of a reaction that would give them away.

“Tony, if you really wanted to know who everyone got you could just ask happt.” Scott grinned, knowing how much the mispronunciation would irritate Stark.

“Come on, punk. Open it up so we can get round to Tony’s before he has an aneurism.” Bucky chuckled, knowing full well who Steve’s ‘secret santa’ was.

Carefully, he unwrapped his gift, folding the paper and placing it to one side just as his mom had always done when he was growing up, no point wasting good paper. His brow furrowed as he revealed a box, wondering if this was one of those trick gifts from Stark that would result in him opening smaller and smaller boxes until he found a set of car keys. Removing the lid, a smile tugged at his lips when he saw it was basically a hamper of all his favourite things. There were a couple of records, new sketching pencils, a book he had mentioned wanting to read a couple of months ago, some soft, fluffy Captain America socks, some bubble bath which claimed it helped relax and sooth aching muscles, a small bottle of Asgardian mead and a sketchbook that looked somehow familiar. His fingers ran over the leather cover as his mind tried to pluck out where he had seen them. It was hand bound, filled with handmade pages, no two the same size or shade. It reminded him of his first sketchbooks made up of random pieces of paper he had shuffled together between two sheets of cardboard.

He must have been completely silent as he stared at his gift because people weren’t sure how he was feeling about it. Was he disappointed? Was he upset?

“Hey man, you okay?” Sam asked softly, bringing Steve back to the present.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. I just can’t believe one of you guys put so much thought into this! This is amazing. Thank you.” He looked up and smiled at everyone before turning his attention back to the mystery of the sketchbook. He had seen it recently, seen a whole bunch of them, he just couldn’t figure out where.

He had been so preoccupied that he hadn’t realised Tony was passing a gift to you until your elbow bumped him as you pulled back the wrapping paper. Steve’s eyes flitted from the pile on your lap to your face, eager to see your reaction, hoping he had this all right.

Your heart stuttered when you saw your haul. “Looks like we had the same idea.” You looked over at your boy with a soft smile and he realised where he had seen those books! It had been at the Christmas market he’d gone to with you because Bucky bailed. You had left him standing in the crowd and must have bought it then.

Steve grinned as he watched you inspect each item. Your favourite chocolate, favourite book, favourite movie. There was a mix cd with all your favourite songs on it and you chuckled at how old school that was before making a mental note to ask Tony if he had a way to play a cd. There was one of Steve’s hoodies that you had commented on several times, a lip balm in your favourite flavour and a plushie of your favourite animal. In amongst all this was a small box, which you looked at curiously before picking it up and looking at Steve.

It was too big for a ring, but smaller than shoes. The box itself looked a little battered but that didn’t bother you. Opening the lid, your brow furrowed in confusion for a moment. Inside was a paper napkin, a golden brown leaf, some ticket stubs, a square of folded up used wrapping paper and various detritus. It took you a moment before you realised the wrapping paper was the kind you’d used to wrap the tree presents. The ticket stubs were from the Christmas market. The napkin was from the restaurant you’d had dinner with your family. Each and every little piece of tat in that box was something Steve had kept over the past year that had anything to do with you.

“Oh, Steve.” You whispered breathlessly as the full emotional weight of the gift hit you. Carefully placing everything on the ground, you climbed into his lap and wrapped your arms around him tight, whispering a million 'thank yous’ in his ear.

“Anything for my girl.” He murmured back, holding you just as tight. This was everything he had ever wished for, and he would happily give up each and every gift he’d ever got because all he wanted for Christmas was you, and you were all he needed.

[leffee]

Vinnil headcannons?

I-I take it you liked the last ones? Or maybe you didn't and hoping that by requesting more I will say something you like 😂 I mean, I'll try :p

that reeeeally depends on my mood but often, I don't want them to have a happy ending. Or rather, I want Vinnie to fall and fall hard, and then be rejected, nicely of course, and then Sunil gets with someone else, anyone, be it Delilah, Russell, Pepper, whoever. And then Vinnie is miserable,

not much would change between them once they become lovers, because of course they were best friends before, so the main thing that changes it just the status quo, though they still by mistake call each other best friends sometimes. Like if let's say Sunil is introducing them he'd be like "I'm Sunil and this is my best friend, V- I mean boyfriend, Vinnie." They're just used to it, it won't immediately settle in their minds overnight no matter how happt they are, you know?

Vinnie is shameless, or rather he looks like he is. But anyway, now Sunil has to deal with that more than ever. Because if Vinnie wants to he will climb on top of a table in public, or start screaming loudly in a mall, or eat super sloppily in a resturant. Stuff like that,

Listen, liSteN, Sunil is the more teasy one, or at least once he gets really comfortable in their relationship. Because Vinnie has a more "cherishing" style of romantic love with Sunil, but once Sunil's comfortable he gets more playful,

of course they still watch horror movies, it's something they have been doing for a long time, but that's also why it's so important. Because they do it still, but differences appear with how close they are, what kinda of cuddling positions they are in, the kisses that appear that of course didn't before. It's important to them,

and although I like Vinnie to be the more protective one (he's normal guuuys, he's just a lil obsessed), Sunil can be too. And when he is, especially if Vinnie is talking with someone who Sunil basically feels bad vibes from, he will simply stand behind him and wrap his arms around his waist, and just stand there. He wouldn't even be passive-agressive or anything, but he would be wary

Aaand I think that's all. Well, those aren't all the headcanons I have for Vinnil techincally, but I'm way too ashamed to share others I have. Because while they are techincally Vinnil headcanons they are heavily Vinnie-centric bc he's my little guy. And literally all of them I think work under the "Vinnie is literally no joke obsessed with Sunil, yes, to the very unhealthy amount" which I know sounds like I want to make him a yandere. Well, you're right, I do vine boom sound. I love making my favourite characters like that and he's no different. But it's also a little bit of cringe for me

[billyleuz]

OH and do you have any songs tht you just associate with the series/favorite characters?

YES OMGi can go on foroevevr about it ttehse arent all my fav chhaarcters but just songs hhthst reminds me of them so i think about it alot razputin aquato : a.i.m fire! - art vs science puppet boy - DEVO dog nightmare - jack stauber choice - jack stauber benny worm - jack stauber i think aiim fire fitis him since the song is goofy and has silly little intirumental that remidns me of him!!!!! i saw aedit of him wit hth e song and i really liked it i think puppet boy also fits him since the whokle girstol thing and it jsut fits himnicely like him being told what to do and what not to do i think dog nightmare also fits even thoguh its more of a emotional song but i thkn it fits nicelt for the end of the game and howje didnt really want to do what he hahd to do since nona yk which doesnt make siense but figuring out oyur grandma isnt ur grandma and is someone else andyou have to fight the someone else would be very very truamamtizingo think jooice fits him just hte tone of the songand how rapid his diicesions not like rapid but how many times je had would to be theadult in the siituation and in the song it tallsk about helping people YK LKIE HT DOES this is kindof dumb but oh well im silly i added benny worm cuz bubbles :) and ITS SILLY! dr loboto : grey matter - oingo boingo lets take the whole day off - oingo boingo weird science - oingo boingo I THINK GREY MATTER IS THE MOST D RLOBOTO SONG EVER!!!! SND I STANND BY IT plus oingo boingo remidns me ofhim!!! the lines about soomething being inside of yourhead and fitting him gettinig yk lblotmmisted for his physic powers fitis alot and it mamkes me happt i think lets take the hwokeday off since hes sillay and itfits him weiir scieince also fitis him since hes a docotor and hes a bit goofy milla : my chinchilla - cub material girl - madonna I THINK MAMTERIAL GIRL IS PERFECT FO R MILLA this is relalted how in her mental world shesaid hair like this should be on tv and acts like shes a hollywood star idont have many songs that fit her upbeat auttuide but i think these fit!!! mr chinchilla is a happy little love song as it shows milla enjoys rommoance fomr her memory vault and its right in the open showingshe doesnt mind who knows hercrush on sasha and I DUNNO!!! sasha : 4.99$ - jack stauber islands - oingo boingo redesign your logo - lemon demon you spin me round - dead or alive Танцевать - molchat doma I HAVE ALOTOF SONGS FORHIM!!!but thats just i can find alot of seiroues and spy and sciienece songs forhim!! i think 4.99 fits sincei ts a poeronsal favs ong its just like expepsnnive Y K hes very fnancy n exppesnnvie i think islands by boingo fiits and you spin me ronud also fits to highligiht how even though hes serieis HES LIKE HAPPY SERIEIS!!! he does not mindto have qouteo n qoute slighty bit of fun when being seiries and i think Танцевать fits sinceits a very gloomy but nicesong

helmut n bob : baby im yours - atric monkeys ill never smile again - tommy dorsey i vdont lisiten to bands likthaht but the song fitis them aotl epscially helmut about loviing bob 4evever even when he barely had no senses itsso cute OUGHUH I THIN I ALSO SMILE AGAIN fiits it pretty awhhile asyou can tell just from thehr emntal midns without eachthey ITS SADO KAYyou understand UNDER THE CUT IS SONGS ABOUTMY OCi dont knowifi yall wannt to hear................

dromio stancyzkx ( name is pending ) : head over heels - tears for fears puttin on the ritz - taco out of touch - daryl hall & john oates the bidding - tally hall stay - oingo boingo cupid - jack stauber touch tone telephone - lemon demon fancy meat computer - hylics

^^ my oc for ref ^______^

[jestbee]

Do you want to elaborate about the forth wall braking? Is it about all the things that people bring up to creators and make them aware of? Or something more?

Yeah, essentially fan activities should take place in fan spaces. Fans don't put it in creator's faces, but equally creators should stay out of fan spaces.

Fans shouldn't mention fic, or art, to creators

And creators shouldn't look at shit that wasn't intended for them. It's about you (or, the persona fandoms know, you'll never know them as an actual person) but it isn't FOR you.

But people want 'notices' now, they want to be mentioned on stream, or do shit that means they have control over creators in a tiny way. (Them making a certain video, saying a certain thing on stream etc etc) and in fact the platofrms have been.buolt to encourage it! Just give me ten dollars and ill be forced to answer your question, wish you happt birthday, do your bidding.

Every time a creator gives a fan a mic during a live show/broadcast I have to turn it off because no. I didn't come here for you, I came here for the creator and the content they make. It's the same way that i feel fans shouldn't be responsible for plot lines on shows becuas otherwise it becomes fan service, and shit, and your entire fan base will never agree anyway because they are not a monolith so creators (either ccs or showrunners) are better to create art that they want to with fans involved. They can take suggestions for inspiration, I guess, but don't pinpoint A Fan for the idea.

Even if that means you get Sherlock s4. Which broke my heart. But also that's on me for being emotionally attached to it, my opinion shouldn't mean anything to the creator of it.

It does mean that I don't watch Moffat shows anymore, but I'm not sending him my opinion and crossing the wall to tell him that, and he isnt going into spaces to listen to what I have to say. I'm just curating my experience by avoiding stuff he writes. I'll write fix-it fic and share it with other disappointed fans, and Moffat will create whatever he wants to create and never the two shall meet.

It's impossible at this point to go back, but I do wonder at what point it will crash and burn, because it will. Without a fourth wall in place then the fandom just ends up in-fighting about which part of it creators are listening to or are interacting with, or they think the fan base Represents the creator in some way rather than having a wall between them which means they have nothing to do with each other.

It's interesting to watch from a distanced perspective, but as someone who's been doing fandom for 20 years I do wonder whether the changes that have taken place are for the better as people seem to enjoy fandom less these days. Or at least, I do, when I allow myself to be subjected to anything outside my little curated circle.

[dalespace2024]

A letter to a young man doing what I've done in my past that's got me in the most undesirable position, focus on your willpower that makes you shine. Don't hangout with people that bring out the worst version of you. We are made of the same material the universe has so let your light shine. If you care about what the general community who doesn't care about themselves has to say to you, what good would it be for you to hangout and absorbe the energy of a haggard. I recently hangout with an old new aquantence of mine, there was nothing good to say from him that shows the light at the end of a tunnel, I learned in an instance that I can't sacrifice my willingness to be happy and share the emotio , because its infectious everybody wants to be happt, with someone if they are negative all the time and it surly doesn't make me a better person to sit in silence because they have not expressed a willingness to communicate and connect. You deserve genuine people who also want the same experiences you want. It's called love whether it's personal or a friend, don't be afraid to show it in many ways that deliver the fact that you care. If you have to talk about the little non-mundane things you do in your daily life to connect with someone... talk about the most invigorating things that's gotten you to shine and then give them a break and relate to the human being who also wanted to share an experience of friendship with you.

[deathjawd]

i’m depressed again lol

[dayoung-remade]

NO OFFENCE BUT I LOVE MY BEST FRIEND HES SUCH A SWEETHEART I WLD DIE FR HIM

[sailorsero]

nothin’ else like this - nsfw

author: claire (@sailorsero​) ship: solo adult bakugou katsuki, dash of adult bakugou x gender neutral reader, side adult kaminari denki x adult shinsou hitoshi prompt/genre: birthday & food kink themed solo play wordcount: 2887 warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, kink, food fetish/food kink/sploshing a/n: • written for the Bakugou’s Birthday Bash Collaboration - check out the masterlist to see everyone elses!) • shoutout to @foolishfortuna who is writing an amazing food fetish kiribaku that inspired me to write this kink • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘birthday cake’ by rihanna

nothin’ else like this *** pinkyofficial • HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BLASTIEST BOY IN THE GALAXY!!! @explosiongoddynamight LOVE YOU!!! 💥🧡🍹🎂😘 CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND GET TURNT WITH MAH BOYSSS!!! BAKUSQUAD BABY!!! 👬🧍‍♀️👬 GO TELL DYNAMIGHT HAPPT BIRTHDAY Y’ALL!!! #dynamight #pinky #birthdaybitch

its_cellophane: happt birthday @explosiongoddynamight pinkyofficial: @its_cellophane suddenly we’re a squad of 4 #cellowho theredriot: Look at us 🥺 can’t wait to celebrate together, love you guys!!! happy birthday bro @explosiongoddynamight ♥️ chargebolt: But can we get #birthdaybitch trending tho?? 🤔

Bakugou tutted, flicking through the photos Mina had posted to Instagram. One from last years Hero Gala, with Tweedle Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest crowded into his personal space - all smiles, suits and champagne flutes. A post-graduation selfie with the woman herself, where he felt so triumphant at moving onto the next stage of his quest to become #1, that he hadn’t even objected to the filter that gave them huge eyelashes and bear ears. A couple from their most recent meetups, candids from their school days (mostly taken without his knowledge, let alone permission; the only one that he was posing for featured a double middle finger that had set Iida off for a good fifteen minutes), one from a photoshoot his publicist had strong armed him into and his friends had christened ‘The Great Bakugou Thirst Trap of 2020’.

Bakugou did not consider himself a sentimental person, or someone who placed a great deal of importance on his own birthday; he hadn’t even made any fuss when you told him you were needed in Osaka for a mission that would take you away two days before he turned 24.

But he couldn’t help but go back to the first photo of the bunch, allowing himself a soft smile he would deny under oath.

His 17th birthday, his first birthday with - ugh - real friends. He remembered rolling his eyes when Racoon Eyes had given her blindingly pink phone to the waitress, yelling at Sparky and Tape Face when they’d shoved themselves into the same side of the booth as the rest of them, growling when Shitty Hair had told him to ‘say ‘cheese’, Bakubro!’.

They all looked so young, pre-undercuts and piercings and late teenage growth spurts. He’d have to remember the (very secret) happiness that night had brought him next time Kirishima annoyed him by stepping mud into his carpet or Kaminari pissed him off by opening his big fat mouth.

Bakugou was drawn from his thoughts by knocking on his office door. Knocking that started out strong for the first hit, dropping noticeably into something more tentative for the rest; probably once they remembered whose door they were knocking on. Kirishima had once told him that the interns drew straws on who had to ‘rattle the beast’s cage’ (interact with Bakugou). He’d know; that idiot had been rattling Bakugou’s cage 25/8 since their first year at Yuuei.

“Come in!”

The door opened far enough for an assistant who had already been by this morning with a sack of birthday cards mixed in with regular fan mail to poke their head through the gap.

“Mr Dynamight, Sir, there’s another delivery for you.”

Bakugou nodded, leaning back in his leather desk chair and stretching out his back. Damn paperwork day, and on his birthday. Fuck, was 24 the age your back started aching from sitting in a goddamn chair?!

The assistant continued as they approached the desk, despite the fact that Bakugou didn’t fucking ask.

“It’s a cake, from a lovely bakery downtown; a delivery person just dropped it off. Their cakes are exquisite, by all accounts.”

They stepped back from the desk once the baby blue box was securely placed down, a white satin ribbon wound expertly around it. An embossed logo Bakugou recognised shone under the overhead light.

The blonde’s quirk made short work of the ribbon, burning it idly with one hand so the rest could be severed with ease.

Bakugou flipped the lid of the box up, letting it fall fully open so he could inspect the contents. He blinked. He blinked again.

It was a cake. A strawberry shortcake, slathered with cream and fresh fruit, and perfectly placed in the centre was a chocolate disc with immaculately piped words.

♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYNAMIGHT ♡

“It’s from your fanclub!”

He let his eyes drift back up to the assistant, who - from what Bakugou could infer from the overly positive, cheery tone he was using - clearly thought Bakugou was seconds away from blasting the expensive gateau across his office, and was trying to avert having to call the janitorial staff back up to this floor. He understood; unbridled, perhaps not-always-reasonable rage was kind of his brand, and the cleaners had already had to make a return journey today after Kaminari had set off several sprinklers making toast.

A cake. Yes, a cake. From his fanclub. A cake from his fanclub. That he was definitely going to eat and nothing else, nothing weird! A cake for him to eat. At home. In private. As soon as possible.

“That’s-” He cleared his throat and tried again. “That’s...great. It looks delicious...yes. Thanks. That’s all. You can...go.”

The assistant looked like they were struggling to process the combination of words that had just left Bakugou, but he was pleased when they decided to take this struggle on the road and left his office with a rushed “Yes, Mr Dynamight, Sir, thank you, you are welcome, good bye!” and the click of the office door.

Bakugou barely had time to drag his fingers through his hair, letting out a breath he had apparently been holding since he’d spoken, before the door opened again.

“Knock knock!” “You know he says it doesn’t count if you say it instead of doing it, especially if you’ve already open- Denki!”

Bakugou groaned as Kaminari shot across the room, peering into the still-open box on the desk. “Ooh, that looks amazing, bro! Can I have some?”

“Hey, Kats! Happy birthday, man!” Kirishima beamed at him before dropping his gaze to the cake Kaminari was currently eyefucking. Bakugou slid the box an inch or two closer to himself. He steadfastly ignored the other blonde’s question.

“Thanks, Ei. What’s Dunce Face doing here - world’s worst birthday present?”

Kirishima snorted, clapping Kaminari on the shoulder. “Ran into him a few blocks away on our patrols; figured we’d catch you now to say ‘happy birthday’ on the actual day instead of waiting for Saturday!”

Kaminari brought out what he probably considered the big guns; his finger guns, that he did for literally everything. “Happy birthday, Blasty! Speaking of your birthday, where did the cake come from? Sent with luuurve from Osaka? Although, that would be weird because you don’t even really like sweets and this won’t keep until Saturday when we get togeth-“

“It’s from my fanclub, Pikachu, and keep your staticky hands off my cake!” Bakugou flipped the lid back down, shielding the cake from view.

“Man, don’t be like that - there’s no way you’re gonna be able to eat all that by yourself!” Kaminari whined.

“Relax, Denks - you know Y/N has a cake ordered for Bakubro’s Belated Birthday Blowout!” Kirishima patted his back consolingly.

“I really wish you’d all stop calling it that. God, letting you guys have their number was a fucking mistake.”

Kaminari looked thoughtful; it was terrifying. “You know, I heard, one time, a hero got given a homemade cake by a fan, and when they took a bite of it, they realised they had a mouth full of the fan’s pubic hair!”

“Dude!” “What the everloving fuck, Dunce Face?!”

Kaminari just beamed, apparently proud of himself for making Bakugou question his life on the anniversary of his birth.

“Firstly, does this cake look fucking homemade to you? Secondly, where the fuck did you read that? ‘Disgusting Stories for Stupid Fucking Idiots Monthly’?”

Kaminari shrugged, nonplussed. “Sero told me.”

“Yes, then. Same thing, pretty much.”

Kirishima interrupted, looking thoughtful. “If you think Bakubro’s cake is full of pubes, why do you want to eat it?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a mouthful of pubes, bro! ‘Toshi’s more of an au naturel kind of guy…”

Bakugou saw Kirishima’s (painful looking) thinking face intensify, and intervened immediately. “Ei, do not pull at this thread. He-“ Bakugou punctuated with a harsh jab towards the electric hero. “- has told us several times that he’s had Mindfucker’s dirty feet in his mouth before, not to mention all the bodily fluids, and then there’s all the disgusting public places they’ve fucked, and-“

“Don’t kinkshame me, bruh!” Kaminari cut in, sounding lowkey offended, but Bakugou noted the look of pride from before hadn’t diminished, even a little bit.

Bakugou snorted. He constantly shamed Kaminari and his walking corpse of a boyfriend, but that was because they were shamelessly disgusting oversharing nymphomaniacs and someone had to do it. Preferably before one of them creamed their pants in a karaoke bar again. That was Shinkami shaming, not kinkshaming.

He definitely had no room to kinkshame people; not with the plans he had for this cake.

***

Bakugou slammed the door to his apartment shut with his hip and laid the bakery box down on the side table so he could make quick work of his boots and jacket.

God, that had to have been the longest taxi ride of his life. He couldn’t risk the subway with such a precious cargo, so he’d had to sit in the back of the cab next to the box (that he’d had to resist the urge to belt in) and sweat in silence.

Bakugou didn’t know where this kink had come from - maybe he’d watched too much Food Network in his formative years, or passing by the bakery with the amazing smell opposite his junior high school twice a day for three years before going home to jerk it had warped his sexuality; all he knew was, he was gonna fuck this cake.

It was a shame that you were miles and miles away and unavailable for a Facetime like no other; introducing you to his kink had been one of the best weekends of his life, and he was pretty sure - if he knows you as well as he thinks he does - you’d placed an order for two birthday cakes for his belated celebrations.

Maybe you’d got other stuff in mind, too - pie, custard, ice cream, syrups, chocolate, sushi, spaghetti, fruit…and now he was half-hard, still fully dressed and standing in the hallway.

Well, you weren’t here now, but it was his birthday, dammit! He would just have to play alone, and send you some photos afterwards.

Bakugou seized the box and made quick strides until he could place it down on his bedside table.

The comforter flew off of the bed, pooling into a lavish lump on the floor right before the pillows landed one by one on top. The undersheet was last, leaving the rubber sheet beneath exposed to one of the only two people who knew it was there in the first place.

The box made its final move to the middle of the protected mattress, where Bakugou tilted it just enough to be able to coax the cake free with help from gravity and without getting it all over his hands. Not yet…

Bakugou made short work of his clothes, kicking his pants and briefs off impatiently a second before climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside his prize.

Normally, he’d take his time, play around more, have more of a plan, but today, the anticipation had him on a knife edge already. It had been nearly four hours since he’d unwrapped this gift, and he was dying to play with it.

Bakugou leant his knees spread apart, sinking into a squat so he was as close as he could get to his treat.

He was fully hard now, and gave his cock a couple of quick pumps, letting his fist settle loosely from the base down as he took a deep breath and brought his leaking tip to the side of the cake.

His breath left him in a quick rush when the first contact was made; the cream was on the cooler side, and the smooth finish of the outside of the cake was everything he had been missing since he’d last indulged himself like this.

It took all the self control Bakugou had to only push the head in, then pause and take a breath, focusing intently on every sensation as he pushed in as slowly as was physically possible.

The afternoon of waiting felt like edging, so the sensation against his cock, inch by inch, was almost too much as it was not enough.

The sponge was almost as soft and velvety as the cream, but providing some texture and resistance that felt as delicious as the dessert looked.

Bakugou let out the first of many moans as he bottomed out, the air in the bedroom already beginning to smell like sugar and strawberries - just the right side of cloying, and he knew before long it would be so heady he’d be dizzy from it.

He pulled out almost as slowly as he went in, raising himself back up a little and bracing himself with his hands on the other side of the intact cake, leaving him looking over it on his hands and knees.

His reentry at a slightly higher point of the cake wasn’t quite as slow as the first breach, but he’s never been known for his patience.

Bakugou pulled in and out a couple of times, leaving a clear hole to fuck as he began to do just that, his hips begnining to thrust in a steady rhythm.

It didn’t take long for the squishy sounds coming from between his legs to turn into sloppy ones; the delicate cake was beginning to buckle already, the defined layers enveloping his cock becoming mushy around him.

Balancing his weight on one arm, he swiped his now-free hand across the top of the cake, coming away with as generous a handful of cream and strawberry slices as he could without threatening the structural integrity of the cake prematurely.

Bakugou raised his hand and smacked it right into the middle of his chest, before smearing it across his right pec, rubbing purposefully over his nipple as he did so. His hips sped up slightly without intention - or him noticing - as he alternated between smearing the food deeper into his flushed skin, and tugging on his nipple.

He could hear whimpering in his ears and it took a beat or two for Bakugou to realise they were coming from him. Fuck, it all just felt so good.

He blindly grabbed another small handful, this time coming away with some cake mixed into his spoils, before repeating the treatment on his left pec, but with a roughness borne of his increasing desperation.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I-“ He hissed out a breath, pinching his nipple firmly as he felt the cake begin to collapse inwards, the squelch of the fucking he was giving it echoing in his ears.

A final scoop of the dessert onto his fingers went straight into his mouth, his plush, pink lips parting to accommodate three fingers; he was close.

Bakugou’s balance was starting to go as his orgasm approached, so he pulled his fingers free from his tongue and resumed his position, but beginning to sink lower into the mess he was fucking into his mattress protectors. From his angle, his balls began to slap what was left of the sides of the sinking cake, and the noise that created tore another moan from the blonde.

He could feel the sticky mess coating his crotch and inner thighs, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the feeling of indulging in the kink that turned him on like nothing else, wanting to savour something he knew was nearly over.

“Oh my fuck- ing, shit, oh, fuck-“

Bakugou’s hips were moving at a frantic pace now, chasing a release inside the cake while it still had an inside.

His orgasm had been teetering for a couple of minutes, then came all at once. A shout turned into a long, drawn out moan that was almost a cry, as he spilled his release in one, two, three bursts; biting his lip so hard, he’d discover later he’d drawn blood.

His arms gave out before he’d come back to himself, his lower half landing into the gooey puddle of expensive baking with a splat that would almost have been enough to get him half hard again if his soul hadn’t just shot out of his dick into a cake.

The blonde let out a deep, satisfied sigh, smiling dopily into the shiny, specialist bedsheet. Happy birthday to me, indeed.

Bakugou had only just had the energy to raise himself back onto his hands and knees when he had to find a little more to turn his head towards the door at the sound of it creaking open.

“Awh, did someone get you a birthday cake, babe?”

He nodded. You were back early.

You dropped your duffel on the floor, taking your first step towards the bed as you slid your shirt off with ease.

“Ooh, good - you saved some for me! I’m starving…”

[bubsdolan]

Hi, I was wondering if you can do an imagine where grayson and y/n are doing a bubble bath date?

this was supposed to be the most romantic and unforgettable night of your life. grayson worked his little butt off to surprise you with your ultimate dream date night- food, the nostalgic waves of your childhood on the beach where you grew up, a breathtaking sunset captivating the beaches of la and the love of your life by your side.

yet you were curled up in bed with the worse cramps and pains you had ever experienced. it seemed as though all your lifelong periods came at once, all the cramps and heavy bleeding conjoined and leaving you crippling pain. when you got your periods, you often suffered severely, however this month seemed to be a period like no other, coming at the worst possible time and ruining your evening.

you tried, you really did, to get yourself out of bed and to look presentable for grayson. you put on your best and most flattering outfit, one you felt confident and sexy in, hair and makeup done to perfection, even grayson had his whole outfit planned and ready to go- but mother nature had other ideas. you could barely make it three steps to the bathroom before the cramps kicked in and had your doubling over in  agony.

when grayson walked in to the bedroom to see if you were nearly ready, a bright and loving smile on his features, he was automatically stopped in his tracks when he saw you clutching onto your abdomen and tears in your eyes that he hated to see. he started to rid himself off his restricted clothes, more than happy to undress and put his comfy clothes back on in order to take care of his girl. he knew exactly what you needed now more and ever, and he was determined to still shower you in the love and affection he had planned for your date night.

“hey, pretty girl. you doing okay?” grayson’s voice was below a whisper, crouching down to the side of your shared bed as he scratches his nails at your scalp. you instantly melt into the sensation he’s giving you, fluttering your eyes open to stare into his memorising yet highly concerned ones. he offers you a warm, comforting smile as you let out a groan in response, pulling the duvet closer to your chest in order to help protect yourself from the sudden breeze in the air.

grayson’s heart breaks, if there's ones thing he hates most in the world, its seeing you so fragile and in pain- but after dealing with this every month, he knew just how to help. pressings a gentle kiss to your forehead, he lifts himself up from the ground, brushing his knees off and making his way into the bathroom. your eyes were closed but you felt him leave, sinking yourself lower into the matters as you suddenly felt a pang of guilt for the ruined date night he worked so hard for.

grayson however, had long forgotten about the evening plans, his mind preoccupied with you and you alone, which has him running you a bubble bath. dipping his fingers and swelling them in the water to make sure the temperature is the perfect in between that he knows will have you sinking to the bottom of the tub in relief.

he lines and decorates the outside of the tub with self love and healing wakeheart candles, knowing it was the necessary engery you currently needed to be surrounded by. grayson opened your hamper of luscious bath goodies, pulling out a lavender scented bath bomb- lavender to help you unwind and relax- as well as a few muscle relief bath salts.

he attached his phone to the bathroom speaker, setting a low yet noticeable volume of the playlist he made for you one night on a spontaneous drive. a playlist full of love songs, songs that reminded him of you and songs he wanted you to hear. it was your comfort music and it added into the sincerity of the small gesture of having a bath together.

“baby,” grayson calls out for you. startling you awake as you had just managed to drift off to sleep and forget about the pain. but his voice sent shivers down your spine, the pet name had you melting to your knees and putty in his hands. it had you springing up out of bed and following his voice.

the trial leading you to the bathroom as you eyes took in the sight before you. grayson had undressed himself and was already in the tub waiting for you to join. the candles illuminating the green tiles and reflecting into his already trancing eyes. the smell of lavender filled your nostrils as adore you by miley cryus was echoing thought the speaker. your song.

“c’mere,” grayson makes grabby hands at you. a few bubbles spilling over the tub as his body was larger than the ceramic. he didn’t need to ask you twice before you were pulling off your clothes and dipping into the water in front of him, his arms automatically finding their home around your waist as he pulled you as close as possible into his body.

his lips pressed warm soft kisses along your shoulder bones, trialling up from there to the skin on your neck where you melted into his touch. a sweet spot grayson often used to his advantage. you basked in the warmth of the water and his body temperature. grayson was your own personal space heater at the best of times, but with the added heat from the tub and the candles close by, it instantly worked to cure your aches and pains.

“hmm,” you hum in content, sinking lower into the water as grayson’s hands get to work on your stomach, rubbing small circles over your skin in order to help comfort you- often drawing wonky love hearts as his silent display of affection. it seemed to be working as you felt your eyes flutter closed for the second time that evening, the most relaxed and at peace you felt in hours.

“thank you,” you voice cracks, breaking through the content atmosphere grayson created and broke through the soft tunes of cheesy love songs that made you count your lucky stars you were blessed with a man such as a grayson.

grayson draws you in closer, as if possible, kissing your temple as his hands never once let up working to soothe your cramps. the water slashing around between your tangled bodies, the smell of lavender helping to clear your airways. the bathroom mirror fogging up due to the steam and how long you had been lying together in bliss.

“for what?” grayson asked, staring down at you with nothing but love in his eyes. he stares at you like you hung the stars in the sky, like you were the most precious being ever to grave the earth- his fallen angel. the fact you were both naked paid no mind in his thoughts, as he had never felt more connected with you, romantically and intimately in such a natural way.

“for taking care of me,” you sit up to face him, turning your whole body around untill you were sat crossed legged in front of him and gazed deep into his soul. your hands reach up to grab his jaw, just needing to touch him and feel his soft skin benathe your finger tips. droplets of water getting caught in his stubble as your delicate fingers rub along his sharpe bone structure, tracing every bump, scare and hair.

“you didnt have to do all this.”

“anything for my girl. s’wanna make sure you’re happy and healthy at all times, baby.”

you smile a genuine smile for the first time that day, brining grayson to hit against your chest, your boobs pressing up against his pecks, in order for you to brush your lips against his own. the temperature of the water turning luke warm, but there was enough heat between you both that your body was burning and the water felt boiling.

your lips meet grayson’s , a slow sensual kiss that had you puring all your love and emotions and gratitude for your soulmate. butterflies rose from your stomach to your chest as you kissed him, your heart skipping a beat and toes curling as your body reacted to the close proximity of the naked man who owned your heart.

“i love you.”

“not as much as i love you, baby.” grayson fell in love with you all over again. your messy hair tied up in a bun with baby hairs framing your face, a raw unedited version of yourself he adored. your eyes watching his every move, subconsciously pushing yourself closer to his body whenever the water pressure pulled you apart.

pulling away and whispering the affections words agasint his lips, your breath fanning over his face and causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise- you had an intoxicating affect on him, one he was happt to display whenever he got the chance.

you keep grayson close, your period long forgotten about as you breathe in the air, a mixture of the scented candles and the frangence of grayson dolan. you felt like the luckiest woman alive, to be in his arms, in his safe heaven and his heart. bath times became a regular occurrence, monthly cycle or not, and it was one where the bond between you both only seemed to get stronger- more powerful and eternal.

[brianmaysbread]

All of my schoolmates are posting emotional posts on instagram on leaving high school whtat the fuck

[luffysbasement]

I truly was only gonna rant in your ask today(wtf was that ffs) and got surprised because I didn't expect for you to draw another one, such a pleasant surprise.

Dream wearing George's merch.. Messy, you are truly making me miserable because now I just really really want to see Dream in Dteam merch. And that's not happening any time too soon. Humph.

But honestly though, I just feel so content staring at this one. I'd like to imagine that the slight blush on their faces is from the shyness of going on a first date. It makes me so happy to see happt dnf, why do I like angsty stuff again?

Anyways, you know how there's another clip from before also circulating on twitter, the "if I have a girlfriend,you have a girlfriend" one? I thought everybody had already thought the same thing and connected the dots on how that would literally mean they're each other's girlfriends if they want to put it like that, but apparently not jksjajk

-✗

glad you like it! :D pfft you mention first dates and in my drawing dream was practically already proposing HAHAHA ngl that sounds like something he'll do 😏 (and its a pretty cute prompt too :0)

OH WAIT now that you mentioned it, dream in dteam merch 👀 isnt that starting to get more possible as gnf in florida becomes more of a real thing?? omgg pls i want it to happen, lets not lose hope yet, sapnap during his stream earlier mentioned something like a video for dream's face reveal and i just CANNOT--

honestly i wasnt even surprised as well LMAO esp bc drista, dreams own fricking sister, was straight on going about "dreams gf, shes georgina" without even stuttering so all this joking and teasing about gfs between dnf was bound to come full circle and voila, theyre apparently each others girlfriends 🙄 im done with them

[offtopicoverload]

Whats good homie? Happt to see you on the dash again. How bout 16 20 24 35 for the writer thing.

hey man, i’ve been vibing, prolly dip again in a few days but yeah, thank you

16 (If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?)

this ones so hard cuz i get distracted so easy, but im gonna say elisa x mc. partially cuz i love my elisa mc, partially cuz i love elisa, and partially cuz i feel like there’s a lot you can do with her yknow? fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, i could do a ton with them lmao

20 (Describe your perfect writing conditions)

night, dark, maybe some light, window open in cold weather, and ive got something in the background. im tryna get there rn by getting out all my useless chatter yknow

24 (Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?)

nope! im a big fan of keeping everything to show progress, and a lot of the older stuff i cant stand ive gotten really sweet feedback on and dont really want to take away in case someone still cares. but i have considered orphaning tpimp or something, maybe if i finish it ill do it after idk

35 (Would you ever kill off a canon character?)

so i answered here, but i think i did a shit job explaining as usual. so in terms of post-canon, absolutely. i have ideas~ and then in terms of like canon story, ive done it once in my lone lovestruck fic, but i cant really see it in terms of like typical stuff ig. like im not gonna be in the middle of an in-villa fic or whatever and just wonder “what if i killed gary right fuckin now?” yknow

fic asks

[istoleludwigsbaumkuchen]

Okay, I've made some more of my country name singles and some other cuffs!

In order from left to right and top to bottom

• Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge 'reversible' cuff - I really like how this one came out! I've wanted to do something for Revenge for a while, but I finally made an order from Beadtin and got some more letter beads to do it. Also, reversible is in quotes because while my pride one is fully reversible, the letter beads on this one hinder that a tad.

• Pride ?star? cuffs - I'm not sure what to call these, there might be a name but I'm not sure what it is. Anyway, these are just five stars strung together like a crown is made, but I sized them to my wrists. They make me feel like a pastel jester, and I like it. Also, I used matte beads for the first time, and I really like the texture and look of 'em! They're almost softly fuzzy in a way, and just really nice!

Onto my country name singles!

• United Kingdom - I did consult the one British person that I personally know on this one, and apparently the British white and red flag has been yoinked by racists so I went with the whole UK and the Union Jack for this one. I wasn't quite sure how to translate it into a single row, but I think I did okay.

• Canada - At first I wasn't sure what language to do it in, but apparently it's the same in French and English, so that was nice. I think I did okay with the flag on this one, but I might have been a little iffy on the proportions.

• Molossia - I like this one a lot! I also just like Molossia, but eh, that doesn't play too big of a role. I think the Molossian flag just works really well.

• Liechtenstein - I do need to just by a bunch of vowels, honestly. Aside from having to use different colors for some of the letters, I think I did pretty good with this one!

• Estonia - I just really like the Estonian flag, honestly. The colors work really well. And I think the name is also just spelt really cute in Estonian.

• Italy - This was another one I've wanted to do but didn't have the vowels. Buttttt, I can finally coordinate GerIta things easier, so that's nice!

And onto the ones I just edited

• Germany - I decided to change the repetitive design to a more simple one, but aside from that, all I did was change the cord to some cloth covered strech cord I got from Beadtin.

• Japan - Same with Germany's, I went from a repetitive design to more of a cross section from the flag and changed the cord. There's a running theme with thr cord changing.

• America - All the last three are the same as before but with changed cord and very minor changes. With this one, I took apart the original for my laces, and this one it just the same design but new beads.

• Sweden - All I did on this kne was change the letter beads to all be black and white, but aside from that, it's the same and I'm still happt with it.

• Finland - This one is the one that doesn't have a single design change, but it felt odd not to include it.

Sorry for the long post, but I hope you liked it!