#sorry I'm normal again ty for the ask (normally) 💕💕💕

[capricioussun]

I don't know if I or another person have asked but what's your interpretation of Fell Papyrus?

I swear I'm going to try and keep this from becoming a novel but I can't be held accountable for if I fail.

Edit post-typing: I failed. Anyway

So, similarly to the US boys, I started off basically taking the UT boys (as I see them) and going all the way back to the beginning and seeing how the changes would ultimately affect them. This pretty consistently has a bigger impact on Papyrus than Sans because I've always seen Papyrus as very...sort of impressionable? Or reflective. A lot of his behaviors come from those around him and their expectations.

To me, he comes across as the type of character to try to mold himself into a specific shape because he sort of lacks his own sense of self. I've always headcanoned this as coming from my standard lore of being like, partially synthetic and receiving a larger part of Gaster's soul than Sans in their creation, meaning he takes more after someone with low empathy and serious issues with derealization, and only became even more sort of..."detached" from himself after Gaster shattered and it damaged his and Sans' "code" (Papyrus more so, again, because of having a larger percentage of Gaster's soul).

In UF, because of how Gaster was, and because of how much fear he semi-unintentionally instilled in Sans, that Sans then went on to try and teach Papyrus through the lens of, he wound up with a tremendously overzealous responsibility complex. Gaster had impressed on the boys how important they were to his plans to free monsterkind, all the way up until shattering when the boys were still young. And then Sans tried desperately hard to teach Papyrus how to be entirely self sufficient and survive in a world as cruel as theirs because he believed he'd get killed or Fall Down at pretty much any moment (Sans was a very, very stressed out kid/teenager).

So Papyrus essentially learned Anything can be an exploitable weakness, not to show emotions, do anything for the sake of surviving, and above all else, protect those that need protecting, with Sans, and eventually Undyne, at the top of the list. This is also where his deeply secretive nature really settled in, and also why he struggles so much to accept...really anything good that's offered freely. Kindness, friendship, help. He has to remain untouchable, unreachable, the one to provide and not take, because if he messes up, if he lets the wrong person in, he's not just risking his own well being, but by extension, everyone who's depending on him.

It's also a really good way to distract himself from the crushing loneliness. Saw a tumblr post the other day that resonated so hard w/ my ideas of him that said something along the lines of "if I cannot be wanted I will be needed, and if I am not needed then let me be used until there is nothing left". He was never really allowed to develop himself as a person, not fully, so he completely filled himself with what he thought he had to be. When those things are taken away, he has nothing, and he’s too terrified to let that happen.

It's also why I hc he, in some ways, winds up having a really really hard time after surfacing in some of my ideas/aus/stories. He was needed underground, Sans needed him, Undyne needed him, Snowdin needed him, and by extension the whole underground did, to keep the balance. Above ground, everyone calming and becoming happier, Sans and Toriel settling down, Undyne and Alphys settling down, being a replaceable member of the ambassadorial team, he's hit with this just...utter loss of self.

Getting carried away on the specifics. He and UT Papyrus actually align in a lot of ways it's hard to see at first glance. Both have their "roles", both have a specific sort of "bit" they do with their brothers, both let Undyne believe she knows what's best because they believe it's what best for her, both, despite knowing better, desperately want to believe in the greater good. Despite all the aforementioned problems, despite preparing his whole life to kill humans, he's the first to give up and try to help Frisk. They're just a child. A child who wants to help, who's scared, who doesn't even have a brother to look after them.

In reality he’s a nervous wreck. My man is TIRED. He puts himself under tremendous pressure and doesn't know how to express nor understand emotions. His schtick is so well rehearsed anything that goes off script completely blindsides him. The soft, silly, bratty goofiness is really only under a very thin layer of ice. It doesn't take much to crack it, but that only makes him that much more defensive and paranoid. He can't risk anyone knowing how "weak" he truly is, even if most anyone who's been around him any amount of time can see it clear as day, because he’s about as good at hiding it as UT Papyrus would be lol

At least they don't know about the [REDACTED]. That, he’s actually really good at hiding.

I do wish I'd given him a different nickname than Edge looking back, but back when I'd nicknamed my main guys I just went w/ the fandom usuals so now he’s forever cursed to be Edge bc I associate it too strongly lol

[weird-is-life]

omg i saw that you’re requests are open!! 🤍

i had an idea about a reader slowly learning about tasm!peter tell when he’s lying and that’s how she finds out he’s injured/spider-man. reader’s smart, he can’t it from them forever!

hope you’re doing well!! 🤍 no rush on this at all.

Hi lovely, ty for the request💕!! Hopefully, this is okay. Warnings: Peter's hurt, mentions of wound and blood, pet names, fluff, (0.8k)

Peter thinks, he's very slick. And maybe it's true with most of the people, but not with you. Never with you.

Peter has this tell, he scrunches his nose everytime he lies. It's not very obvious, but if you know about it and pay attention, you can notice it.

And that's how you know, Peter's trying to hide something now.

You are both sitting on the couch and Peter keeps breathing funnily. It sounds like he's trying to breath like he normally would, but he's failing very badly to do that.

You asked him, what was wrong, when you thought, you saw him wince. But he said, that nothing is wrong and you didn't want to push him, so you let it go.

And now as you watch a movie, you are leaning against his chest, he has his arm around your shoulder and everytime you move, even if just a little, Peter winces quietly.

You finally have enough and turn to face Peter with a frown," Pete, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean? Nothing is wrong, I'm okay," he lies and you see right through him. The little scrunch of his nose is hard to miss for you.

"I know, you're lying, Peter. Your wincing and your breathing tell me enough to know, that something is wrong," you tell him, frowning.

"Sweetheart-" he starts, but you don't let him, you stand up from the frustration and look at him, maybe a little angrily.

He tries to catch your arm, but you put it out of his reach and by doing so Peter winces again from the pain and puts a hand over his side.

You sigh, you don't like seeing him in pain, "Peter, you know, you can tell me anything right? I know you're hurt and it's okay, if you don't want tell me now. Just....just let me take a look at it?"

Peter thinks it over and slowly nods. You quickly go grab the first aid kit and when you come back Peter's right where you left him.

And before you have the chance to pull up his hoodie, he catches your hand.

"Sorry," he apologises," I just....it's pretty bad, I don't want you to freak out."

"It's okay Pete, I promise," you reassure him and you gently start pulling his hoodie up. But as you roll it up, your eyes widen. He has a huge gash almost all over his side. But that isn't what has you choking on the air.

Under the hoodie you can see the remnants of what you know as the suit of Spiderman. It doesn't look a lot like it right now, it's very ripped apart, but it still very much is the Spiderman's suit.

"What the fuck, Peter?" you ask with absolute shock.

He looks at you in confusion, "wha-" he starts to say, when he realises what you're currently looking at.

"Shit," he mutters under his breath and looks at you with a small, unsure smile and a nervously chuckles, "I'm Spiderman?"

You stay frozen in an absolute shock,  wide eyes and mouth wide open. It takes you a good moment to recover and react to what you've just learnt.

When you finally do react, you hit him ( lightly) on the arm.

"Ouch, what was that for?" Peter complains as he rubs the slightly sore spot.

"I can't believe you, Pete. You've been going around the city, catching crazy criminals without telling me? You're such an idiot," you glare at him.

Peter's face softens, "i know, I'm sorry sweetheart. I wanted to tell you, believe me I did. But I didn't want to put you in danger."

And when you don't immediately respond, he takes your hand into his and says regretfully, "I'm really sorry, love. Please don't me mad. But I understand, if you are. I'm sorry."

You take one look at his sorry, puppy eyes and he's forgiven. It's impossible to stay mad at him, you can never be angry with him for too long.

"It's okay, Pete. I'm just worried, like look at you," you say and pull his hand in yours towards your lips to kiss him there.

"It looks worse than it is," Peter tries to lighten the mood and knowing he's forgiven, he can't stop smiling at you.

"Worse than it is? It looks horrible," you gesture intensively at the gash.

"It'll heal in no time."

"What? It'll take at least a month to heal," you shake your head in disbelief.

"It'll be okay by the morning," Peter says and seeing your baffled expression, he adds, "I'll explain it. And everything else, too. Just give me a kiss first, please sweetheart?"

"What? Peter, you're almost bleeding to death here and you want me to kiss you-" Peter interrupts your worry and bends down to shut you up. With his lips on yours, you are quick to comply and kiss him back.

Peter doesn't want to let you go anytime soon, even if he really should let you at least clean up the wound. He decides the wound can wait and kisses you some more.

[arminsumi]

hi sweetie!! how are you? I just wanted to asking if you please write a ¡famous! Armin x reader. You can decide if they already dating or not, as you wish angel. Your stories are spectacular🫶🏻🥹 ilysm<33

you're too sweet aaa 😭💕ty!! i'm good hope u take care too

˗ˏˋ꒰ ⭐ ꒱ STARBOY

░ 🐬 famous!Armin x gn!reader ♪

Your date stood you up at the club, but guess whose bright eyes found you instead?

⚠️Cws; alcohol, partying/clubbing

The flashing lights overhead blinded you as you wove your way through the wild crowd with your best girl. She had been nagging you to come to this club for months, because she desperately wanted for you to meet this somebody that she knew in high school.

"You're gonna love him!" she enthused, sinking another shot. "Always playing cupid, huh?" you sighed in reply, and turned away.

After sinking two vividly-colored cocktails, your friend frowned at her phone. "What's the matter?" you asked. "He said he can't come. Son of a bitch just stood us up like this... and I even – ugh! Never fuckin' mind! Order me another! I'm going to the bathroom, 'be back in a bit." she said, speaking very quickly and heatedly.

She vanished in the sea of faces, the sequins of her dress were outshone by the beaming strobe lights. You squinted greatly again. A young blond took a seat at the bar, but you were too busy updating your group chat on the night.

When you looked up and ordered a margarita for your friend, you must have radiated all your feelings like a furnace; because the blond next to you said something like; "So sour faced, is this not your scene?"

"I'm not – I – I..." you began normally, but when you looked at him, your mind froze and went blank. Empty. Nothing in there, just like the cocktail glass that the bartender swooped up to refill.

That's your favorite silver screen boy. That's Armin Arlert.

God you were nervous. So fucking nervous. You felt your heartbeat in your fingertips.

How could you not have caught that voice immediately? He had such a specific accent; sultry, British, verging on cheeky but still sweet as syrup. His doe blue eyes balanced out that cheekiness. And his hair and style? God damn. The man quite literally had the looks to kill. And just about anyone would surrender to his flirting immediately, like you did – what the hell was happening, you wondered when you responded.

"I got stood up." you told him. "What!" he frowned, "Ah, that's shit, I'm sorry... er, well, mind having drinks with me? My friends are late... 'reckon I'll probably get stood up, too." he laughed. Your heart panged.

Wow, that laugh. That's the laugh that you heard in countless films and interviews. The one that makes you weak in the knees when it's coming through your earphones or phone speaker.

But the effect his voice had on you when it was right next to you, that was indescribable.

"Sure, 'don't mind at all." you replied coolly.

When the margarita was served up, you were so enraptured with Armin's company that you forgot who you ordered it for. By the time your friend came back, you had taken to the dance floor with the starboy.

The heat rose up your body as it moved under the influence of music, alcohol and Armin's subtle flirting. He was so smooth with it, the only way you kept up was because of intoxication boosting your wit and confidence.

No wonder he's a star, you thought as you talked to him more. He has that unidentifiable charm, a magnetism about him that reels your curiosity in like a good film. And god he knew flattery so well. Flirting was a skill he had clearly mastered.

"I've gotta thank you." he spoke into your ear, you felt both the music and your heartbeat thumping in your body. "One, for blessing my eyes tonight. They were sore from searching the crowd." Armin joked. You laughed, utterly enchanted by him. "And also, because, see, I usually end up lonely in the club; even when my friends don't stand my up, haha. Shit gets lonely either way."

A lonely star. Of course, you thought, that's so fitting to him.

"Experiencing loneliness in a crowd." you murmured back, "I get that..." you only vaguely got it, really, but did it matter? All you needed to understand was the general idea, what was more important was that he was openly appreciating your company.

And you were no more than a charming stranger to him.

He excused himself to the bathroom. Your friend was sat at the bar gawking, expecting an explanation from you – she pointed at Armin's vanishing physique in the crowd.

"I... I come back from the bathroom and see you on the dance floor, all wrapped up in the arms of Armin fucking Arlert? Insanity! I love you, I love this – 'nother Margarita please darlin'! – HE WHAT! No way he fucking asked for your number! Don't pull my leg – HE SAID WHAT? Oh, Y/n, go fuckin' get him, snatch him right up. I'll be cheering from here."

You really didn't need to put effort into 'snatching him up' because Armin had his sights set on you for the whole night. Sure, you kindly introduced him to your friend, and his friends arrived unexpectedly; but he was glued to you like he was hungered for a new acquaintance.

"When are you free next weekend?" you asked him boldly. He leaned closer to you, showing you his ear, "Huh?" he asked, so you repeated your question louder over the club noise and music, eyeing out his feather earring. "I'm free any time you are." he winked. He – wait, he what?

[toxictoad]

awh haha, thanks for looking out 💕 things are actually kind of good, but that terrifies me a lot? i hope you're alright, too! sorry for bugging you in your dreams, though! if i show up again i hope it's not to bother you for something 😅 lmao when i was a kid i had a dream interpretation dictionary! looking up dreams about being unable to find shoes now without it though, some themes are insecurity, lack of confidence, and anxiety... but someone else messaging you, and just about the left ones, hmmmm that's a different thing altogether! which now makes me wonder how dream interpretations have been altered by the advent of specific technologies... you say you have weird dreams, so have you ever had recurring characters? i have recurring characters in my dreams and people tell me that's not normal lol. one of them is a runner i always meet on walks, so the dreams begin when one of us is tying our shoes or something like that. usually he's overly cautious (he's been in my dreams for years), but in the last one a couple months ago, he made a detour onto a construction site and us and the guy working there all nearly died. i also felt bad because in the beginning i walked by and just ignored him, and he had to run to catch up to me. we have no bad blood so i'm not sure why i did that. i haven't seen him again since that dream but hopefully he's alright!!! or, do you have any other specific weird dream features? (:

(sorry for sending you a really long separate ask, i wanted to keep yours in my inbox lol)

No worries for the ask lol. I just constantly have weird, vivid dreams idk why. And they're always about very mundane things

Like I've had very convincing dreams of going to class, and then woke up confused because I thought I already went to class. This does mark the second time I've had a dream about a Tumblr mutual tho (Or the third but I knew that person irl first so I don't count it)

I used to have a lot of dreams about family members disappearing or like turning into objects, but I chalk that up to general anxiety stuff. When I was still in school and got really into bg3 I would have dreams as my tav, which was kind of funny but also I took it as a sign to not play as much lmao. I don't think I've ever had recurring characters? Or if I do I don't remember them. I've tried to lucid dream before but I never managed it

It is weird to think about how dreams have changed with technology. I think I read somewhere (so don't quote me on this lol) that people before technicolor would sometimes dream in black and white because that's what tv looked like and they were used to it. Like I said my dreams tend to be very vivid, but also relatively boring, so I see my phone and computer and my family and stuff. I have very frequent dreams of sitting at my computer looking at a blank word document, which for a writer is... apt. I don't know if i would consider it a nightmare but it certainly doesn't improve my mood lol

Yeah idk what you messaging me about left shoes could mean, if it means anything. I just feel the need to tell people when I dream about them because like... 8/10 times something is going on. It's awesome you're doing well tho, and I totally get being anxious about it. The eternal curse of anxiety is that worrying about bad times can ruin the good times, but we trek on. I'm proud of you <3

[matbaerzal]

Like This Pt.3 | T. Jost

Summary: Tyson is the best roommate you could ask for, you can’t imagine ever living with someone else… no- no not like that, your relationship is purely platonic! (Part 1) (Part 2) < > (Part 4) A/N: I'm sorry there's no set schedule on this fic.. I'm struggling a little to find a balance between work and writing rn 😅 Warnings: alcohol consumption (not much tho) & bed-sharing. Reader pronouns: she/her Words: 2,2K Tagging: @konecny-s @softboybarzal @vitekvanecek @kerwritesthings @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 @samsteel @notaccurateornice @tysojost @justjosty @stlbluesbrat21 @sophiealiice ... lmk if you want to be tagged 💕

The bar was crowded as you shouted across the bar for a glass of water along with your second drink of the night. If you had to come out, you’d at least hold back on the drinks so you felt alright in the morning. Looking over at Tyson, you feel a hint of guilt bubbling in your stomach - you’d been avoiding him.

Rachel and Caroline had both gone home to shower and get a couple of outfit options, promising to be back in good time so you could get ready together. Tyson went to the gym and when he came home he took his usual nap spot on the couch, leaving just enough room for you to sit. Your laptop was placed on your spot, but when you came out from your room you’d taken it and sat in one of the chairs instead, intentionally not making eye contact with him as you opened it and started writing.

It felt weird, having been so close to him now. Sure, you’d cuddled before - like definitely. But not with him shirtless, and not in a bed. It was new territory and you had no idea how you felt about it.

On the other end of the bar, Tyson was sitting next to J.T., eyes on you as he spoke “I thought she knew I was coming home, I mean she did, but- I don’t know” Tyson sighs, not finding the right words. J.T. waits a moment for Tyson to collect his thoughts. “I knew the girls were over, and she usually sleeps in my bed when they are, so I tried to be quiet when I walked into my room, y’know, I didn’t want to wake her”

He looks over to check if you’re still at the bar and double-checks that your friends are still out on the dance floor before he continues. “She woke up for just a moment, and she scooted across the bed and like, cuddled me.” J.T. raises his brows as Tyson continues. “and then she falls asleep again just like that. I wake up and she’s still there in the morning, and-” Tyson checks your whereabouts again, seeing you now out on the dancefloor with your friends. “and I couldn’t help but pull her closer y’know, but she wakes up and leaves without saying much. I don’t know if I’m reading into things but it’s been kind of awkward since”

“I don’t know what to say, man” J.T. lies, he knows exactly what he wants to say, but every time he’s said it before, Tyson hasn’t listened, he’s just brushed it off.

“I just want it to go back to normal”

J.T. can’t help the sarcastic laugh that escapes him, “normal being you hiding your feelings for her, pining after her, blind to the fact that she’s pining after you too” he could blame the alcohol for being so direct.

“You don’t know that” Tyson rushes, “- you don’t know if she feels the same way”

“She looks at you the same way you look at her, Tys”

As if to save him from the harsh reality of J.T.’s words Rachel comes over to grab her purse, fishing out her wallet. She throws a comment about how the two of them should get their asses out on the dance floor before she heads to the bar yelling something about getting a round of shots.

“She’s got a point,” J.T. says before getting out of his seat - “you coming?”

Tyson sips his beer, “in a sec”

He looks over at you, getting lost in your happiness, watching from afar, afraid that if he went any closer he would be sucked in - consumed by his feelings. He’d say things he shouldn’t, at least not now, maybe not ever. He’d missed the feeling of your hands in his hair when he went to take a nap and was left feeling confused as you avoided even being close to him. He hadn’t slept well, usually, he felt refreshed after his naps, but he woke up disheveled, more tired than when he laid down in the first place. And he still felt off, even the music couldn’t shake him out of it. Not even seeing you dance, seemingly without a care in the world, could shake him out of it.

What he didn’t know was that you were trying your best to push your thoughts out of your head. Hoping that the music, your friends, and the crowd would distract you from the fact that you're still thinking about your head laying on Tyson’s bare chest, and how nice it felt, and how much you wanted to feel it again. When Rachel comes over and holds a shot out for you, you subtly give it to one of the guys, because so far the alcohol had only made you think about Tyson more. About how you missed the feeling of running your fingers through his hair, your hands itching to go over and just brush it away from his forehead so you could wipe the pout off of his face - but you don’t.

--

The Bar calls for last orders and you decide to call it a night, everyone filing into separate cars to find their way home. The girls still had their stuff at your place and they were determined to get it now before going home, so Tyson took the front seat of the Uber while you and the girls sat in the back.

You helped Caroline hold herself up, as you walked through your door. Rachel, claiming she isn’t even that drunk, wobbles as she walks through, earning a laugh from you and Tyson. You send them both to your room to get their stuff as you go to the bathroom. You take in your worn-out makeup and decide to just remove it whilst you’re in there, spending a little extra time making sure to get every bit off, brushing your teeth as well.

When you walk out, you find Tyson on the couch, studying his hands. His head shoots up when he hears you come in, “I think you have a bit of a problem” he scratches his neck. “What do you mean?” you furrow your brows and he jerks his head towards your bedroom door. “It’s suspiciously quiet in there,” he laughs. You walk over and push the door open, a big sigh leaving you as you look inside.

Tyson appears at your side, taking a look of his own at Rachel and Caroline both passed out on top of the covers of your bed. “I’ll go get some water and some aspirin,” he says, squeezing your shoulder before leaving for the kitchen. You follow after to get some water for yourself, drinking the whole glass as Tyson goes to your room to put the water bottles and aspirin on your nightstands, quietly closing the door before joining you back in the kitchen. Tyson pours a glass for himself as well, motioning with his hands as if to ask if you want some more, you nod and hand him your glass, smiling to thank him as he pours you another.

“You can take my bed” - “I guess I’m sleeping on the couch,” you say simultaneously.

“No, don’t be ridiculous, stay in my bed” Tyson urges.

You run all the scenarios through your head - you’ve already shared a bed once now, one more time can’t hurt, can it? And you’ll make sure to stay at your side of the bed this time, crossing your fingers that he keeps a shirt on this time.

“Ok, yeah, sure” you stumble through your words as you finally agree.

The two of you walk towards his room, and as you watch his clothed back in front of you, you think, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he did take his shirt off after all. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you happened to scoot over and rest your head on his chest again. Maybe you could find it in you to stay and savor the feeling in the morning even.

Your train of thought stops as he picks up his pillow, and grabs a blanket, heading towards the door.

“What are you doing?” you ask urgently.

“I’m taking the couch?”

“What- Why?”

“You’re taking my bed?”

“Oh.”

You pause, feeling disappointed, trying your best to find a casual way to ask him to stay. “Don’t be ridiculous” you throw his words back at him - “we’ll both sleep in your bed, it’s not like we haven’t done it before” you try to joke. Yeah, because that went well, you can imagine him thinking.

Tyson couldn’t get a read on you right now, usually, he had no problem seeing your intentions. But after having you avoid him all night to then hear you say he could stay with you- he didn’t know what was going on in your head. “Our couch might be comfy for naps-” you say and he can’t help the thought that pops into his head. That’s only because you’re there, running your fingers through my hair. “-but I’m not letting you sleep there a whole night” you finish.

“Alright,” He gives in, throwing the blanket back where it was earlier, walking back to the bed to put his pillow back on his side. You can’t contain your smile, biting your lip to cover it up, as he heads towards the bathroom. You quickly realize you don’t have any of your sleepwear in his room though, and by the time he comes back, you’re still stood awkwardly next to his bed. He looks you up and down, this time he can read you clearly though, going to grab a t-shirt from one of his drawers to give to you. “Here, have this” he can’t help the blush that creeps up on his cheeks at the thought of you in his bed wearing his t-shirt.

“Thanks” you murmur as he turns his back for you to change. You watch him for a moment before turning around yourself, quickly peeling off your outfit and pulling his t-shirt over your head. The fit of it was long on you, the hem brushing across the middle of your thighs. You’d seen him wear it a couple of times, it was a loose fit on him. You hesitate a little before turning yourself back around, just in time to see Tyson adjusting the waistband of his sweatpants, his now bare back facing you. Your cheeks flush with warmth and you rush under the covers, hiding your face in his pillow.

“Good night” he speaks softly before turning off the lights, a dim light from outside illuminates him as you turn your head.

“G’night”

The sounds of the two of you adjusting under the covers fills the room, followed by your breathing. Through the silence you’re hyper-aware of all the little sounds as he keeps turning every once in a while - he’s no doubt still awake. He lets out a big sigh, shuffling around one more time before whispering your name.

You hum to let him know you’re awake.

“Is it just me or did you avoid me tonight?”

You close your eyes tight, wanting nothing more than to disappear under the covers. He whispers your name again as if to check if you’re still awake.

“Yeah,” you admit shamefully. before he can ask you try to explain “I- It was just a little weird this morning” you cringe at yourself. That didn’t come out the way you wanted it to.

“Oh,” you hear the defeat in his voice, “I’m sorry if I overstepped a boundary, I just-”

“No, don’t worry” you rush to interrupt but you’re not sure he hears you.

“-I was just really comfortable and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,”

“Tyson” you speak a little louder this time and he stops his rambling. “I- weird’s not the right word, it was... unfamiliar” you take a breath to work up the courage to admit to him what you’d been trying to avoid all day. “I was comfortable too, it was- I liked it”

“Yeah?” you can hear his smile

“Yeah.”

He clears his throat as he adjusts again, and you finally look over at him, now that your eyes have adjusted to the darkness you can see him more clearly. A few curls are covering his forehead and you grip the t-shirt to anchor your hands from drifting over to brush them away.

“I liked it too” he’s thankful for the dark hiding his blush, feeling like a teenager finally admitting a crush. Though this admission is only scratching the surface, he knew J.T. was right about one thing - he’d been hiding his feelings from you for a while now. And here you are giving him a crumb of reciprocation that’ll feed his daydreams for weeks to come.

His mind goes blank though as he feels your hand on his forehead, the temptation had taken over, and after that one touch you can’t hold yourself back. Shuffling closer just like you did the night before, your head finds that perfect spot on his chest as his arm wraps around you. You’ve almost drifted off into sleep when you feel his lips on the top of your head before he sinks into the mattress himself.

To be continued…

Copyright © @matbaerzal (2021)

[katsuriin]

hello yes mE, aGaIn-- canst i 👉👈 perhaps 😗get some headcanons of Bakugou, Shinsou, and Kaminari w/ a crush who's blind without glasses and breaks theirs during training, so now they're walking around with half-lidded eyes, lips slightly parted and coming up very close to everyone they talk to 👀 aslfjdksh I keep requesting I'm sry 💕💖💕💖 pls drink ur water bb don't forget to hydrate

❥Bakugou, Shinsou and Kaminari when their crush’s glasses break

wc: 0.6k

gn!reader

a/n: hey I’m back from my slight hiatus, I had a couple of family issues but it’s all good now and my ask box is open again. I’m so sorry for the wait angel, thank you for all your support for my account so far!!! this was lk so funny to write omg ty <333

lmao okay weLL this guy is gonna be his usual bitchy self but we love him for it

"oY are you really that blind [y/n]"

he'll find your face really cute, you'll be squinting to try see who's talking to you and he'll just be watching you from afar with a smile on his face because he finds it so god damn endeARING SDJKD

YOU MISTAKE HIM FOR AOYAMA LMAO AND HE LK HATES YOU FOR IT

legitimately goes from small smile, I-love-my-baby-y/n-so-much to "what the fuck did you just call me"

squishes your cheeks with his hand and tells you to look closer fuck imagine the straight up chiLLS you'd get

You walk closer to the wall so you can observe training from a distance seeing as you can't really train. Except you trip and nearly fall head first into the wall. You brace yourself for the impact, but it never comes, instead you're pulled upright. 

"oh aoyama-kun, I'm so sor-"

"do I look like that extra to you?" the second you hear that growl you become hyper aware of the hand holding onto your waist and lower back gently.

"well....kind of..." you reply sheepishly, getting progressively more red. He sighs, and you can practically hear the smirk on his face when he asks the question--

"am I gonna have to hold your fuckin hand all day to make sure you don't eat shit every time you move?" dying [y/n] noises

you kind of got decked in the face during training so now you're just seeing slightly blurry all day sigh

shinsou normally waits for you at lunch so you can go eat lunch together behind one of the gyms  

"where are your glasses [y/n]" he'd ask flushing and moving his face back when you stand super close to him

your face is pretty much 2cm away from his and although he loves your face he doesn't want to out his raging crush on you to everyone lol

instead he grabs your hand and quickly takes you to your usual lunch spot

you end up sitting super close to him and baby just goes a bit more red, not that you can tell though fkjsjdks

you eat your lunch talking about your day whilst shinsou listens, answering when you need him to because baby actually talks willingly when he's around you 

when the end of lunch bell sounds though thAT'S when it happens

You move to get up at the same time as shinsou, bending down to pick up your bag. When you stand up though you realise that you dramatically misjudged the amount of space between you and Shinsou and end up kind of pressed up against him. neither of you move a muscle for like 10 seconds, you don't even breath.

"I would've broken your glasses already if I knew it'd get you this close to me" SMOOTH FUCKER AAAAHHH

UM FLUSTERED BABY BOY

ngl it was probably him who broke your glasses, he did something stupid like stepped on them after they fell off when training

feels suuuuper bad about it, literally nearly cries

he realises just how blurry your sight is though later on that night

You stumble your way into the kitchen at night because you felt kinda hungry. You yelp in surprise when you realise you're not alone though, catching the attention of Kaminari. 

"Kaminari-kun,, is that you?" you say as you walk closer to inspect his face. Except you don't realise just how close you guys are until your noses bump together. He's stunned for a second before he's laughing, laughing so much that his head is resting on your shoulder as he clutches his stomach

"You always bully me after I overuse my quirk but you look just as braindead as me right now [y/n]"