#the dang slippers

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

+Bonus

[agni-ashes]

walking in the rain like eahhhhh i am the rain and the rain is me and oH dear i should look where im waking i just stepped into a puddle. oh :( and then my tears mingle with the rain and i am the rain and the rain is me

[imraespace]

29: THE SLEEPOVER.

YUUTA X READER

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Today is the day.

Saturday! Which also means the sleepover.

But as of right now, it's 11am in the morning, you scrolling through your phone as you hear commotion outside your dorm.

Apparently Nobara told Maki and yourself to stay inside your dorms but didn't give a reason why, I think you found out the reason now.

You got off your bed and decided to peak out to see what's happening and was greeted with other students outside while Nobara, blinded by her own groceries, trying to find the way towards her dorm.

"..Do you need help or..?" You asked the girl as she slowly passed by.

When her ears caught the sound of your voice, her head whipped in your direction as she ordered you to get back inside.

And that you did.

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It's now 1pm, still inside your dorm, you got a notification from the group chat:

inumaki: when are we suppose to meet up.

maki: when can I leave my room.

you: SAME

yuuta: leave your room?

maki: she made us stay inside.

inumaki: ew does that mean you haven't showered🤢

you: I did earlier no one stinks here besides yourself.

maki: yeah what she said

inumaki: yuuta are you seeing this.

yuuta: yeah

inumaki: do something😞😞

yuuta: no thanks bye.

inumaki: WHAT

nobara: STOP.SPWAKONG

maki: does no one here speak english?

inumaki: WHEN DO WE MEET UP.

nobara: AT 6PM SHUTUP.

inumaki: okay!

you: dang..

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Time passed by slowly but finally, it was almost 6pm so you decided to start packing.

You packed the normal things you need for a sleepover and an extra, the plushie Yuuta bought you!

You changed your clothes into your pj's and wore your very nice sleeping slippers.

And finally, you left your room and began walking towards Nobara's.

You knocked on her door and waited outside.

You heard shuffling inside and finally she opened the door.

"Y/n? Why are you here so early it's only 5:59.." She mumbled.

"My bad..?"

She shrugged her shoulders as she let you inside, leaving you as she went back to do whatever she was doing.

Even though you haven't entered her dorm room before, you could notice that alot of things was shifted around, and built.

Before you could ask her about it, you noticed that her bin was filled, probably from all the groceries she brought.

"I'm gonna take out your trash if you don't mind." You brought up, she didn't move but gave you a thumbs up.

As you left and made your way to throw the trash bag away you found Inumaki.

"The sleepover is the other way, also why do you have a trash bag?" He asked you, following behind as you throw the bag away and began to walk back inside.

"Why are you even near the trash..?" You answered but with a question.

He just shrugged, but you also noticed that he has not one but two bags and one of the bags was a whole suitcase.

"Are you moving out your dorm? Why do you have so much."

"I brought my own entertainment... that is my PS5."

You blinked at him then just began speed walking leaving him to follow behind.

After randomly chatting, you both made it back to her room, the door opened before you could even knock.

"Oh you're back. Why is Inumaki with you I thought you took out trash?" Nobara asked as you both entered.

"He was hanging around the dumpster." You mumbled.

"Was not."

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Finally, everyone had arrived and Nobara happily brought you all into her odd blanket fort in the middle of the room.

"In here we are going to play games! Isn't that exciting!!?" She excitedly exclaimed.

"What kind of games..?" Megumi asked.

"Sleepover games duh."

After replying back to Megumi, she opened up her phone and then spoke up again.

"Okay, first game we play is Never have I ever! But with stuffing your face with marshmallows isn't that fun." She smiled.

Basically what she means is if you did whatever the other person said, you put a marshmello in your mouth like the chubby bunny game.

"The more marshmallows in your mouth, the less you can talk meaning you lose. Let's play!"

As soon as she finished spoke, Inumaki smacked the pillow that he was holding and spoke up:

"NEVER HAVE I EVER STOLE MY BEST FRIEND."

It was targeted at you. because he's literally staying right at you.

"First of all I stole no one, second of all he spoke to me first." You said, then finally placed the marshmallow in your mouth.

He began mocking you. You was about to throw your pillow at him until Megumi pulled you back.

"Never have I ever stole Leon merchandises."

"Ok. and for your information, I brought them here for you but I'm gonna keep them."

"WHAT?"

He pretended that he couldn't talk, pointing at the marshmallow in his mouth.

"..You still need to speak anyways.." You mumbled.

"Never have I ever hid in a bush, in public."

Inumaki stared at the boy for a bit then placed the marshmallow in his mouth.

"You hid in bushes..?" Yuji asked.

"We don't talk about that.NEVER HAVE I EVER STALKED PEOPLE ON A DATE."

Nobara let out a frustrated sigh.

"WHY ARE WE TARGETING EACH OTHER? LETS PLAY ANOTHER GAME."

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The other game was truth or dare, the classic one!

Nobara started this time.

"Maki, truth or dare?"

"Truth.."

"Okay! Do you like me?" Nobara asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Dare."

"THATS MEAN."

Maki smiled at her reaction then answered her.

"Yeah I like you, I like everyone."

Nobara just stared at her then rolled her eyes.

"Yuji, truth or dare?"

He smirked, then said dare.

Maki sighed.

"..I dare you to do a spin the bottle right now.." She mumbled.

"You dare him to what?" You asked but got ignored.

Yuji grabbed a bottle from behind him that you didn't even notice he had and placed it in the middle.

He began to spin the bottle and originally it landed on Megumi and Inumaki but before you could even ask what's about to happen now, Nobara quickly shifted the bottle to make it look like it landed on both you and Yuuta.

"What-"

"DANG, guess we have to put you and Yuuta in the bathroom for 7 minutes!"

"I thought we was playing truth or dare?" Yuuta asked.

"I thought we was playing spin the bottle?-"

"STOP THINKING AND GET IN THE ROOM"

"I thought it was Megumi and-"

Yuji shut you up as he dragged you into the storage room, Inumaki dragging Yuuta behind him as well.

You both didn't get any say in this as the door was shut and locked.

"What do we do now..?"

"I don't know.." Yuuta mumbled.

The silence hit until you both heard the sound of a movie starting.

"Are they watching a movie..?" You asked.

"..yes.."

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A short time passed and both you and Yuuta had decided to sit on the floor.

"Y/N.." Yuuta whispered.

You turned your head in his direction.

"Wanna hear a secret?" He asked.

You nodded.

He went silent for a bit, causing you to worry a bit.

"For a while now, I knew you liked me." He started up again.

"Oh.."

Out of all the secrets you wished to hear, that wasn't the one you wanted.

But before you could answer him, his shoulder pressed against yours.

"For a while now, even before we spoke to each other, I always looked around in school for you. I noticed that you only spoke to Megumi and Maki then I later found it's because you three are related. I also noticed that you always kept to yourself, Maki told me that's because you're a really shy person, she really wanted you to open up soon. I wanted to help but not in the way that I did when I found out that you had a "crush" on Yuji. I did it because I wanted to make you feel happy but I would've never known that you actually liked me back instead and not him."

Yuuta finished his small speech as he turned to face you, noticing the shocked look on your face.

"I'm just really happy that I found out you liked me back." He ended with a smile on his face.

He stared at the ring on his finger as he felt you leaning your head on his.

"I didn't know you liked me back.." You mumbled.

You both sat in silence, blushing as smiles grew on each other faces.

Right now, you felt the happiest, even if it's in a storage room with a broom next to you, as long as Yuuta is there you didn't really cared.

The moment was ruined though, by the sound of someone mimicking the sounds of throwing up.

You both failed to notice that the movie in the background stopped as shuffling was being heard.

Slowly, you both saw the storage door opened as Yuji, Inumaki and Nobara quickly tried to escape and made their way back into the blanket fort, trying to hide their giggles.

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note: YOPPEEE

the one who made the throw up noises was inumaki

I cried(I didnt) while rewriting this I'm abt to blow up tumblr

idk if I reread it correctly I was kinda rushing it out of frustration

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

I’m dying for the next chapter of The Other Half. How is shop girl’s job going now that her coworkers know she dating Bruce Wayne?

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Warnings: Light angst; mostly fluff

“Don’t move.”

“I have to.” 

“Nope.” 

You grin as Bruce’s insistence is punctuated by him drawing you into his chest. You wriggle for effect for a moment before you lean back against him. He lets go just long enough to reach around you and whack the snooze button on your alarm before he settles down again with a mumble of, “Five more minutes.” 

“You said that ten minutes ago.” 

Still, you take hold of his hand, intertwining your fingers and letting your eyes slides shut again. It’s a trap, one that you fall for almost every morning. Bruce cuddles you in, leaves the blackout curtains down, and makes it so, so easy to slip blissfully back into sleep. But you can’t be late to work—especially now that everyone knows what they know about you and Bruce. You yawn widely, then smile as Bruce presses his face into your neck. 

“You alright?” You murmur. Bruce doesn’t answer right away, and you for a moment, you think that he’s fallen back asleep. Then—

“‘m fine.” 

“Are you sure—?” 

“Ssssssh.” 

Your smile widens as he brushes a kiss against your skin. You hum softly as he shifts against you, sliding a leg between yours and untangling your fingers, smoothing his hand over your belly. The brush of a kiss presses more firmly to the hinge of your jaw, and the smoothing of his hand gathers and urges the fabric up, up, up over your belly—

“Nn-nn,” You warn, resting your hand on his wrist to still him. He groans, head tipping to rest against your nape for just a moment before you finally pry yourself from his arms and push yourself out of bed. You roll your shoulders back, yawning again as you tuck your feet into your slippers and groggily stand. You reach out, pressing the button to raise the blackout curtains, and grinning as Bruce moodily grunts and pulls the covers up over his head. 

“You’re such a baby,” You tease, heading for the bathroom. You take a long, leisurely shower, fully expecting Bruce to still be in bed when you get out. You’re surprised to find the bed empty when you head back into the bedroom, but you’re not at all surprised the find the clothing that you’d laid out the night before neatly pressed and on a hanger. Alfred does it every night—even if you’ve already ironed it. You have to ask him sometime how he gets the pleat in your pants so dang crisp. 

You dress quickly and head out into the kitchen. You’re surprised to see Bruce there. He’s half-asleep, half-slumped over the counter with his hand curled around a hot cup of coffee. You open your mouth to tease him, and then close it again as Alfred passes you a cup of coffee as well. 

“Good morning, Alfred.” 

“I trust you slept well. Now, what would you like to eat?” 

“Uh…” You glance toward the time on the stove. “I don’t have much time.” 

“You should eat something,” Bruce mumbles. You fight down a smile, glancing toward him. 

“Maybe just, um—Scrambled eggs and toast?” 

“Of course.” 

“Thank you.” You round the counter, sitting on a chair beside Bruce. You rub your hand between his shoulder blades gently, chuckling as he leans into you. “You didn’t have to get up, you know.”

“Wanted to.” 

“I sincerely doubt that, but I appreciate it. You getting up to anything today?” 

“I have to head into the office, speak with Fox.” 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Sure, just need some…Upgrades.” 

It’s all he says, because that's all you want to know. You nod, taking up the coffee cup and taking a pull. 

“What about you?” Bruce presses, tipping his chin up to look at you. 

“I’ve got a few meetings.” 

“Anything fun?” 

“Not sure I’d ever call meetings fun.” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your boss.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Even though, technically, I am your  boss.” 

“Not funny.” 

“Hilarious.” 

“Alfred? Tie-breaker here, please?” You ask, looking up as Alfred sets your breakfast down in front of you. He smiles, shaking his head a little. 

“I learned a long time ago to stay out of lovers' quarrels. Excuse me.” 

You chuckle softly, calling your thanks out after him as he goes. You take your fork up, shoveling some of the eggs onto a piece of toast. 

“Are you busy tonight?” Bruce asks. 

“Maybe. Why?” 

“Can’t remember the last time I took you out to dinner.” 

“Well,” You mumble through a mouthful, “Thought that was part of the plan.” You glance over to find Bruce pouting. You reach out, booping his nose before you shove some more eggs onto your toast. “Don’t give me that look, it is and you know it.” 

Liz and Grant had given you a few tips for the coming months, things that would keep you out of the papers. Bruce didn’t drop you off to work, or pick you up. The two of you weren’t seen in public together unless it was absolutely necessary—and that included going out with one another. If you went to parties, you arrived and left separately. 

“I’m starting to not like this plan,” Bruce reaches out, snagging one of your pieces of toast. 

“Why?” 

“Because, it makes it seem like I’m ashamed of you.” 

You balk, brow furrowing, mouth going still mid-chew. 

“I don’t feel like that,” You insist as Bruce catches your eye. 

“No?” 

“No. And besides, the almost complete lack of coverage has kept things quiet at work. Not like they’ve forgotten, but like…I don’t know,” You shrug, looking back down at the plate guardedly, “It seems like it doesn’t matter to them.”

“It shouldn’t anyway.” 

“No, it shouldn’t, but that doesn’t change the fact that your name is over the door.” 

You turn to look at Bruce again, remorse prickling your skin as you see his pouting deepening. You reach out, gently resting your hand on his nape. 

“It’s not like either of us can change it,” You point out softly, “Not that I’d want it to.” 

“No?” 

Bruce meets your eye and waits for you to argue. Maybe you do wish it a little, sometimes. It would be easier if Bruce wasn’t…Bruce. But then again—

“No,” You shake your head. “If you weren’t who you are, we may never have met. I prefer it this way.” 

Bruce’s smile widens as he leans in, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“I had no idea I was dating such a sap,” He murmurs. You snort, whacking his arm. 

“Shut up—Shit,” You glance toward the oven. “I’ve gotta go if I’m gonna get to the office on time.” You dust your hands clean before you reach up, grasping his jaw and drawing him in for a peck. 

“Can we do something tonight?” 

“Well,” You slide off of the chair and grab your work bag. “I’m not busy, so if we’re both around, I’m sure we can figure something out.” 

“I’ll text you the particulars.” 

“Oh, there are going to be particulars?” You waggle your brows as you walk backward toward the elevator. “Mr. Wayne, I’m flattered.” 

“Turn around,” He chuckles. “You’re going to walk right into the doors.” 

You reach back, blindly whacking the down button before you hold your hands up. “Impressive, I know.” 

“That’s a skill you can take to the bank.” 

You snort, stepping back onto the elevator as the doors open. “I’ll see you later, babe.” 

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you, too!” 

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You do still get glances. You’re not sure that that’ll ever really go away, not for as long as you’re with Bruce. If…Well, you don’t like to think this way, but if you and Bruce ever split up, you're fairly certain that you would fade into obscurity. In that case, you’d be more than alright with only showing up in the paper now and again. Hell, if you're lucky, you'll never show up in the paper at all. Michelle hasn’t sent you a new article about you and Bruce in nearly two weeks; Liz and Grant have been keeping an eye out for any stories that may slip through the cracks about you in particular. Things have been quieting down at work, falling into a fairly regular cadence. 

You’re getting comfortable. 

That makes you nervous. 

-- 

“Do you wanna grab lunch?” 

The question catches you off-guard. You’re in the middle of picking up your things, getting ready to head back to your desk, but you go still. You hesitantly meet Rose’s bright eyes, brows raising as you glance toward where your coworkers are leaving the room. She’s already gathered her things, hugging them to her chest as she waits for you.

“I, um…Me?” You point toward yourself. 

“Yes,” She chuckles. “Did you bring something to eat?” 

“Oh…No,” You shake your head. “What were you thinking?” 

“There are a few good places around,” She shrugs, “Salads, Mexican, Chinese…” She trails off again, and you realize that she’s waiting for you to say yes or no. 

“Salad would be good,” You nod. “I’ve got a block of meetings this afternoon and I don’t wanna fall asleep in the middle.” 

“Oh, girl. You wouldn't be the only one.”

-- 

“How’s it been for you so far?” 

You poke at the arugula in your bowl, then spear a piece of chicken as you consider. 

“It’s been alright, I guess? The work’s been, like...Not quite what I thought it would be. I’m definitely interested in what we’re doing,” You insist. “But I thought I’d be doing less admin stuff.” 

“They’ll phase you out of that once you get used to the processes,” Rose rests her chin on her hand, flicking a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. “They did the same thing to me.”

“Okay, that’s actually pretty reassuring. I don’t mind taking it slower, either. I’m not used to this kind of work.” 

“No?” 

“Nn-nn. I was in retail before this.” 

“What made you leave?” 

“Uh…” You pissed off your manager, went on a Valentine’s Day trip with the Prince of Gotham, and she fired you—“It was just time for a change.” 

“So it wasn’t…” 

“Wasn’t…?” You raise a brow, meeting her eye. You find guilty intrigue there, and it makes your stomach flip. You clear your throat. You were waiting for this.

“No,” You answer flatly. “It wasn’t his idea, and definitely not his decision.” 

Rose nods hurriedly, gaze dropping back to her food as she pokes through it almost studiously. You lean back in your seat a little, nerves beginning to rise. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea—

“We don’t have to talk about him,” Rose offers, “And I’m sorry I brought it up.” 

You bite your lip. You’re surprised she gave you that, at least. 

“S’okay,” You shake your head. You’re just desperate to change the subject. “So, what do you do for fun?” 

“The usual stuff, you know. I like to read, I like movies, I like…Okay, this is gonna sound kinda dorky,” She shifts in her seat, “But I like quilting.” 

You grin. “My mom loves quilting. What are you working on right now?” 

“Okay, so it’s called a strip and flip? And I made the mistake of putting that on my Tinder profile.” 

“Oh, no.” 

“Oh, yeah. Kind of the best mistake I’ve ever made.” 

--  

“Do you take the train home?” Rose sidles up to your desk as you close your laptop for the night. 

“Yeah,” You nod. “Do you?” 

“Mhm. Uptown? Downtown?” 

“Depends on the day,” You admit, glancing down and doing a double-take at the sight of Bruce’s name flashing up on your ringing phone. You smile sheepishly, muttering, “Sorry, can I just, um—” 

“Yeah, course!” 

You reach down, taking up the phone and answering the call: 

“Hey there. I thought I'd be texted particulars.” 

“Go to P3.” 

“Why?” 

“There’s a surprise waiting for you.” 

“That sounds terribly suspicious.” 

“You trust me?” 

“Of course.” 

“P3. I’ll be waiting.”

You bite back a wide smile as you lower the phone. 

“I don’t think I’ll be taking the train, sorry. Something came up.” 

“No worries. Maybe tomorrow?” 

“I’d like that, yeah. Get home safe.” 

“You, too!” 

You draw your bag up over your shoulder, heading for the elevator. You can see a couple of photographers outside of the lobby doors—the few that have taken to lingering on a daily basis, and seem entirely unable to take a hint. They seem to perk up as Rose comes out, and then again as another employee leaves. 

-- 

You step off of the elevator, raising an eye as you see an almost entirely empty parking lot. Bruce is just a couple of spaces away, leaning back against his Benz. 

“Did you reserve the entire parking lot?” You tease, waving toward the empty space. 

“I don’t like to brag, but I have some pull around here.” 

“Mm, I’ve heard. Big man on campus.” 

Bruce chuckles, grasping your jaw and drawing you in for a tender kiss. You hum softly, resting your hands on his chest. 

“Was Alfred busy or something?” You ask.

“No.” 

“No?” 

“I wanted to come get you myself.” 

“Why? Is something wrong?” You frown, reeling back. 

“No.” Bruce shakes his head. “I missed you, that’s all. I feel like I've barely spent time with you lately.” 

You melt a little, relaxing against him and eyeing his chest. 

“It’s been busy,” You excuse. 

“It’s that stupid plan.” 

“That stupid plan has been keeping my mother from calling every other day and insisting I move to Metropolis with them, so. It’s a good plan. I like the plan.” 

“She’d been saying that?” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, nodding. “At first, yeah. She was worried about the coverage.” You glance guardedly Bruce. “And you know she’s been trying to get me to move for a while, anyway.” 

Bruce purses his lips before he gives a small nod of concession. 

“C’mon,” You urge. “Are we getting dinner or what?” 

“Alfred is making it back at the manse.” 

“Oh, well excuse me,” You straighten up, rounding the car to the passenger side. Bruce opens the door for you, pecking your lips before you slide in, settling down. It’s just a moment before Bruce is climbing into the driver’s seat beside you. 

“So,” He shuts the door, “How was work?”

You consider for a moment, resting your hand on his thigh. 

“Pretty good. I think I made a friend.”

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[sayitaliano]

Swearing in Italian without really swearing

By now I bet y'all know Italian swearing words and how to create new ones I guess, so let's move on to when you want to swear but you cannot (eithe rbecause of your beliefs, because you're with kids or people you don't know...). There's a way out, if muttering feels a little too dangerous. You can "swear" using random words (even cute ones lol). These are some of the most common I can think of:

porca paletta = lit. holy spade porca ciabattina = lit. holy little slipper porca miseria (a little heavier tbh) = lit. holy misery porca vacca = lit. holy cow (at times we use the English literal translation "santa mucca" too) mannaggia/mannaggina = darn it porco mondo (heavier) = lit. holy world

These all could be considered an equivalent of "crap" or "dang" tbh. Reminder that "porca" is used as an adjective as to underline the incredible amount of negativity of the noun it comes with (basically it works as "lurid", "indecent".... Porco = swine, pig) and also to throw out a little bit of stress.

[barcaluvv]

PART 2. PEDRI X READER (requested by a sweetheart 🎀)

A few hours passed, Pedri was playing play station on the sofa, persistently offering to help you with dinner, and you were in the kitchen refusing. While cooking in the corridor, there was a sound, as if someone was running around. Without looking away from the key, someone opened the door and you saw a small eye peeking. "Dang how did she wake up?" you asked Pedri, but he just laughed at that. "Cmere to mommy" you put the spoon down, and crouched down, extending your arms to your daughter . She just walked past you, which changed you, she loves your hugs. "little bastard" she kicked Pedri from the back with the little feet, covered by puppy slippers. "Oww! What for honey?" pedri asked the little girl who put up an angry face. "What did u do to mommy? Talk!!" Her question shocked you both leaving u without any words. Pedri tried to laugh it off, "No no paps didn't hurt your mommy, actually do u remember earlier you asked for a sibling yeah?" Patting her head. He tried to let go of her little punches and kicks. You turned to her, "Let's go baby, you need that sleep for those gorgeous eyes" picking her up you felt her body sleep in your arms, woah that was fast. As you walked her down, you whispered to Pedri "Youre lucky she's a sleepyhead". Later that night, you thought about her words, for months you and Pedri had been trying to give her a sibling but you felt hopeless, which he comforted you about. After another day of trying, you found out finally, good news. "Babee!! Come on quick!!" You screamed, feeling your voices echoing through the house. He almost slipped on the floor, trying to calm himself down. After he hat sat down, with a big smile on his face, shaking your hand aggressively, "Babe tell me!!" that's when u brang up the positive test up. You felt like it was the happiest day of your life, months after you both found out your little girl is becoming an older sister to a beautiful baby boy, that you prayed for to have his daddy's heart.

[eisukevint]

gojo satoru x muslim!reader ramadan hcs ✧

lil promt so you all dont come for me: he reverted a year ago and its his first ramadan as a muslim and your husband

a/n: ramadan mubarak !! 9 days of ramadan have passed already dang, time’s passing so quickly. this ramadan has been a little less hard, probably because its not hot ?? anyways, i hope the rest of this holy month may be full of blessings for everyone <3

also, not the first time ive written for jjk but you all dont know that since ive never posted so first jjk work??

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

• he’s so excited like actually, its his first ramadan with you and he wants to make the most of it. he decorates the house with fairy lights and ramadan decorations saying he saw online how people do this stuff when ramadan starts.

• says he’ll stay up until sehri with you but you both end up falling asleep while you were telling him funny stories about your family and you during ramadan. always sneaks sweets during sehri saying he needs that extra sugar to work him through the day.

• drinks an entire gallon of water 2 minutes before sehri ends ‘just making sure i’m not thirsty during the day’ he says as he almost chokes on all that water he’s consuming.

• he feels the burn, like my man is struggling but he’s trying his very best. the first few days are the hardest for him as he’s not used to fasting so if his stomach rumbles he justs tells it to shut up. checks time every five minutes to see if its time for iftar yet.

• whenever you’re reciting Quran, he sits near you and listens attentively. he adores it when you recite it out loud, it always calms him.

• punctual with his prayers, period. makes wudhu before every prayer but when he finds out its not obligatory, he definitely tries to keep his wudhu until isha prayer and as soon as he’s done, he makes a dash for the toilet.

• if any of his students ask why he’s fasting, he’d give an elaborate explanation of what ramadan actually is and why its so important for muslims. theyre so fascinated by the concept that they try fasting with you both for a day.

• he always helps you with iftar, no matter how busy or tired he is. helps you clean up after and you both take turns to do the dishes everyday

• if you say youre gonna pray 20 rakaat for taraweeh, he’ll definitely do the same like he’s committed and actually does it until you see him limping out of the masjid.

• wore his nike air force to masjid once and got them stolen. he was baffled like ??? why would someone steal slippers of all things?

• he thinks jam e shireen vs rooh afza debate is pointless. when he tasted both of them, he decided he’s a jam e shireen person through and through. he’d fight with anyone over this

• tries to not hover all over you during the day when youre fasting but after iftar, he loves cuddling with you <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

its kinda short but my brain’s not keeping up with all the bio chemistry ive been doing so this is it for now :> i might make eid headcanons

[shares-a-vest]

@steddie-week Day Three: First Kiss

TW: hospital setting, mild descriptions of injuries and medical care.

Steve reaches Eddie's hospital room and smiles.

Not just because he can actually make it there today by himself. Not just because yeah, they'd survived and were gonna be okay. Eventually.

Eddie is sitting up, propped against a mountain of pillows, his hair sprawled across them like raven tendrils. He looks better than he did yesterday, even. Since Steve was last here, hustled away by his nurse, Dot and Robin before dinner time, Eddie has clearly been cleaned up a little.

Not that it matters to Steve, really.

It's just that a lot of dried blood is gone, only superficial marks and brushes visible, the worst of it contained under bandages. The clump of blood and gunk matted into the left side of his hair is gone too, finally washed out by someone.

He looks comfortable and a lot more like himself today.

Eddie smiles back and gives the faintest wiggle of his fingers.

Steve shuffles towards him, stepping carefully along in his hospital slippers and socks combination, trying not to wince as he goes due to the cuts on the soles of his feet.

The wheelchair he was given by the nurses assigned to them in the bowels of Hawkins General where they are tucked away from everyone else being treated after 'the earthquake', sits discarded just outside the door of Eddie's room. He's thankful today that he doesn't need it, finally free from that dang IV he was constantly getting tangled up in.

He can sit closer to Eddie now - which is all he wants.

"Hey, Steve," Eddie says as he reaches the chair. His voice is still strained, throaty and quiet.

Steve balls up his fist and extends his arm, "Look, no drip today."

"Lucky bastard," Eddie teases, a small laugh turning into a cough.

Steve braces himself at the sound for a moment, but Eddie waves away his concerns, gesturing for him to sit.

It's a struggle, his back is killing him, but he manages to drag the chair as close to the bed as possible. He props himself against the edge, leaning forward.

All Eddie can do is turn his head towards him.

"Henderson's mom forced him and Wayne outta here for a while," Eddie says.

Steve chews his bottom lip. He knows this. Dustin gave him a rundown of anything and everything, rushing into his room just after breakfast to announce his temporary departure like Steve was supposed to stop it. Selfishly, he is glad everyone is gone for a bit. It means he can just sit, be with Eddie and hold his hand, something that he reaches for the second he gets settled in his chair.

Mostly, he really just doesn't like everyone fussing around him. Plus, he hates the thought of Robin and Dustin (especially Dustin, the poor kid) sitting around in uncomfortable, hard and cold hospital chairs when they have the choice to leave and sleep in warm beds of their own.

Steve looks down at his hand intertwined in Eddie's. His nails are cleaner too, though he isn't sure who would have made them so. Maybe Robin. The second they'd arrived at the hospital, it was like a switch flipped in his best friend and all she could do was focus on dirty clothes and stains and dried blood like a mother chastising her kid for walking into the house with muddied boots. And there was still the obsessing over bats and rabies as if Eddie wasn't on the verge of dying in Steve's arms.

He grips Eddie's hand tighter at the thought and feels a squeeze back. Steve rubs his thumb over Eddie's, moving in soothing circular motions as something to focus on rather than their respective shallow breathing and the beeping of machines still surrounding the bed.

Just as he sets about a steady rhythm that calms him, Eddie begins lazily lifting his arm. He touches his hand to Steve's cheek, gazing at his now very obvious and scratchy stubble.

"You need a shave, Big Boy," he chuckles, leaving his hand lingering.

"So do you," he counters, enveloping his hand again and bringing it to his lips.

He barely kisses Eddie's scraped-up knuckles - more, he holds his hand to his mouth, the contact alerting him to just how dry his lips are. He'll have to remember to ask Robin to bring his chapstick, though he loathes asking her to go fetch something else from his house. He knows these past few days he has been a total pain, bordering on being a nightmare patient as he barely sleeps and insists on sitting with Eddie at every opportunity.

Eddie flexes his fingers, his forefinger digging into his cheek, or at least trying to at the angle Steve is clasping his hand.

"What?" he laughs and promptly clears his throat.

"When are you gonna kiss me for real, Stevie?"

Eddie smiles so wide it exposes a dimple on his right cheek and stretches the bandage taught on his left.

Steve leans against their tangled fingers and looks him over.

As soon as he was first allowed in the room (okay, he had forced his way in with his wheelchair and some frantic begging as Robin and Nancy unsuccessfully stopped him from vacating his own bed) he was by Eddie's side, holding his hand. When he finally woke up, Steve had been all teary, not caring about the display in front of Eddie's uncle who, at that point, he'd only filled in on everything via a hushed conversation over an unconscious body.

And ever since they have been like this, sitting as close as their separate medical needs allowed, holding hands and gently soothing each other. Talking quietly.

Comforting each other.

And yeah, some of that has involved some not-so-subtle flirting and knowing glances - alone in Eddie's room or not. Dustin sure wasn't being quiet about his gawking, to the point Robin joked that at least the twerp wouldn't be bothering them about their relationship from now on.

He huffs as he braces himself to move upright - he'll have to do the heavy lifting here. He squares up, actually taking Dot's advice to steady himself first so as not to strain his back or hurt his feet further. There was some instruction in there too about not exerting himself to regulate his breathing but right now his breathing is a tad laboured, his heartbeat rising as he leans in closer. He ungracefully lowers onto his elbows, hesitantly relinquishing his hold on Eddie's hand.

"Ow," he grumbles, pain shooting up the backs of his scraped-up arms.

Eddie manages to close the distance and grips his left bicep a little too hard so he has something to anchor himself sideways.

It's soft - featherlight, even.

Eddie's lips are as dry as his own, creating a sticking sensation as they part just as quick.

Eddie flops back onto his pillow with an uncomfortable groan while Steve collapses back in his armchair, legs giving way entirely. The chair scraps on the scuffed linoleum as he white-knuckles the armrests, momentarily fearful he'll tip backwards.

"That was nice," Eddie hums, closing his eyes.

Steve smiles.

It might not have been perfect, and more like a fleeting touch than any kiss he has ever had, but as Eddie laces their fingers back together, Steve knows there will be more to come.

lmao, I wrote this all out and then realised it was basically just a sequel to THIS. I really do only have three ideas in my pea-brain rotating like a rotisserie 😅

[coopigeoncoo]

The Whole Dang Zoo

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader

Mentions: Female Reader, humor, fluff, nicknames, pet names, traditionally female animal nicknames, traditionally insulting animal nicknames, implied sex offscreen.

Summary: It wasn't hard for Todoroki Shouto to start using pet names. What was difficult was figuring out when he should stop.

"A rat, Todoroki?  You called your girlfriend a rat?" Mina screeched in disbelief.

"They're actually very intelligent and clean animals."

Continue reading below, or follow the link to Ao3!

Back during his early days at UA, Shouto had to learn to navigate a great many new things: friendships, rivalries, and the beguiling labyrinth of unspoken social conventions involved with human interaction.   

Shouto liked to think that he learned from his mistakes and adapted quickly.  He no longer heated leftover fish in the communal microwave and only needed an occasional reminder that people found it intimidating and not a sign of intense interest when he maintained eye contact for extended periods of time without blinking.            

But some situations proved more difficult for him to navigate than others because he simply did not have the appropriate context to frame them with.  So when fliers appeared on the bulletin board by the front door of Heights Alliance advertising two different events happening at the same time, he simply chose the one that appealed to him more; a relaxing movie night in over a round of laser tag at a local arcade.  

Shouto hadn’t even considered the possibility that these events had been organized with strict gender boundaries in mind because using any attendance criteria other than interest seemed wildly illogical.  So when he appeared in the doorway of dorm lounge that weekend, clad in his comfiest pajamas and bearing a small caddy of his usual hair products as the flier requested, there was only a brief moment of shocked confusion on the girls part before they cheered loudly and guided him over to a huge nest of blankets on the floor.  

Hagakure shared her lip mask with him, Ashido painted his toenails a stunning Prussian Blue, and Yaoyorozu had generously lent him use of her head so he could follow along with Uraraka's instructions on how to make a reverse fishtail braid.  He'd had an incredibly lovely evening with the girls and had unknowingly chosen his side of the class gender divide.  His unwitting decision was validated hours later when the rest of the Class A boys returned to Heights Alliance sopping wet and sporting a wide variety of injuries, from Bakugou's split lip to Kaminari's incredibly swollen double black eyes.  Shouto watched them shuffle miserably, many sporting pronounced limps and moaning in pain while he snuggled down deeper into a fuzzy sherpa throw and sipped contentedly on a cup of lavender tea.  

Sero broke away from the pack and stumbled into the kitchen, pulling a can of milk tea from the fridge before trudging towards Shouto, his wet socks squelching inside of his house slippers with every step.  He held the can out to Shouto's left side with a pleading grin.

"Can you heat this up for me, man?  It's been a long night."

Shouto took the can and steadily increased the temperature of his palm, gently heating the tea up and returning the can to Sero, who thanked him profusely before collapsing onto the couch with a groan.  Sero popped the top of the can open and took a fortifying sip before rolling up the legs of his sweatpants, revealing large welts running up both of his legs.  

"You look terrible," Shouto stated blandly.  "What even happened tonight?"

"Well, uh- we thought it would be funny to throw Bakugou into a river," Sero laughed nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck. "And in our defense, it was!  What happened after was way less amusing though."

"Oh?  What happened after?"

"Bakugou made us regret throwing him into a river."

"Ah," Shouto said, examining a particularly wicked looking bite mark under Sero's knee. "That would do it."

From then on, Shouto was 'one of the girls' and joined them for their regularly scheduled activities.  Shopping trips, smoothie runs, cookie decorating classes, Survivalist Training, volunteer dog walking, and plenty of movie nights on the days they were too tired to venture out into the city.  

As the years passed and their responsibilities as Heroes increased they still did their best carve out time to meet up once a month when their schedules allowed.  Sometimes only two or three of them would be available, but tonight was one of the rare nights when the stars had shifted into an auspicious arrangement (Shouto was unsure exactly about what celestial positioning that was, but Mina would likely explain it to him if he asked) and Shouto found himself once again reunited with all the Class A girls in Jiro's apartment.  

Toru had been the last to arrive, toting along a large bag stuffed full of DVDs she had picked up at a rental shop near the station.  

"Sorry I'm late!" She called, pulling out the DVDs and laying them down on the coffee table for everyone to peruse as they filtered in from the kitchen with drinks and snacks. "The station was crazy packed and I had to wait forever for an open car to show up!"

"Oh yeah, they shuffled everyone over from the circle line because of damage from a villain attack during rush hour," Ochako mused, tapping the cover of a romantic comedy excitedly with her finger. "This one, I think.  I've wanted to see it for ages and missed it when it was in theaters!"

"That was when we got shipped over to New Zealand for the summer, right?" Tsuyu asked, snagging the DVD with her tongue so she could read the plot synopsis on the back cover. "Hmm.  Looks fine to me.  The run time isn't too long so I wouldn't be late getting home.  What do you think, Shouto?"

Without sparing a glance at the cover, Shouto simply nods his acquiescence.  "What we watch doesn't matter to me.  I'm just here for the company," he said, ladling up mulled wine into a mug from the pot simmering on the stovetop.    

Jiro groaned miserably as she plopped down into an overstuffed armchair. "I tried watching a Rom Com with Denki and he just made farting noises anytime someone's butt was on screen.  Shouto just stands in my kitchen and talks about how the best part of watching a movie is my presence and I just- ugh!" Jiro screeches, solidly punching a throw pillow.  "It's. Not. Fair!  It should be illegal to be so sweet, Shouto!"

Toru paused, a handful of popcorn floating forgotten as she pulled out her phone.  "Jiro is right.  I have to report this crime on Hero Net.  I'm sorry, Shouto.  You're going to be a wanted man now," she tsked sadly, typing on her phone one handed.  

Shouto furrowed his brow.  "I wasn't wanted before?  Then what was that "Most Desirable Man" award all about?"

Jiro decided to stop punching the throw pillow and opted for screaming into it instead.  

Ochako shook her head, laughing.  "Your girlfriend is so lucky, Shouto!"

"You think so?  I worry sometimes," he sighed, rounding the back of the couch and taking his traditional spot on the right side of the couch with his warm side facing in for when one of the girls inevitably sought to warm up their chilled feet against him.  

"Really?" Tsuyu prodded, sitting down next to Shouto.   "What about?"

"Well, she's my first girlfriend.  I just worry that maybe I'm not doing all the things she's expecting me to do?"

"Do you go down on her?" Mina asked as she popped the DVD into the player.  

"Often," Shouto nodded. "And with gusto."

"Good man," Momo said, patting his shoulder firmly as she passed by on her way back to the kitchen to refill her mug.

"Pft, don't worry then!  She's fine," Mina assured him, dropping onto the ground by Ochako's feet.

"Sometimes I wish that I had more experience.   Maybe if I had dated someone else before her then I wouldn't be so worried about accidentally ruining everything," Shouto sighed.

“First relationships are definitely rough,” Ochako agreed. “But it’s not like you’re going in alone, we’re all here to give you advice if you need it!”

“Maybe they are,” Tsuyu mused. “But don’t ask for my advice.  I’m a disaster in relationships.  But I will take you out drinking if you break up though.”

“That’s a horrible offer and I hope I never have to take you up on it.”

Tsuyu shrugged and sipped her wine.  “Eh, it’s there if you need it.”  

“Ignore her!” Jiro shouted, her face flushing increasingly as her mug emptied.  

“Yeah!” Ochako agreed.  “Oh!  Maybe you’ll get some ideas from watching the movie- like vicarious experience!” 

“Do you think that would work?” Shouto asked, critically examining the smiling couple freeze-framed on the DVD menu.  

Ochako shrugged.  “We won’t know if we don’t try.  Momo, hit play!”

By halfway through the movie everyone was well into their cups; laughing too hard at the trite one-liners and swooning every time the main couple made intense, unblinking eye contact with each other.  

“When I do that people complain I’m intimidating them,” Shouto grumbled.  

“It’s different when you're in love,” Momo sighed.

“Shh!” Mina hissed at them. “The best part is coming up!”

Everyone leaned in towards the screen, rapt with attention, as the couple drew close together, their lips a hair's breadth from touching. 

‘Who could have predicted that the accidental fire at your pie factory would lead us here?’ The woman sighed dreamily, staring up into her co-star’s face.

‘It’s funny that it took losing all those desserts for me to discover something even sweeter,’ The man said, running a perfectly manicured hand across her cheek. 

“That isn’t funny at all.  People could have died in that fire,” Shouto chided.

“Shh!” Mina shushed him again. 

‘You think I’m sweet, do you?’ The woman giggled.

‘I do.  Why don’t you come over here and give me some of that sugar, Kitten?’ 

Shouto hadn’t been expecting the high-pitched squeals that the girls let out in cacophonous unison and was quite startled by their vocal response.  

“Are you all okay?”

“Yes,” Toru sobbed.  “It’s just- the pet names.”

“The…pet names?” Shouto asked, befuddled.  

“The names you call people when you’re in love,” Momo explained.  

“When used correctly, pet names can trigger deep emotional and physical responses,” Tsuyu clarified.  

“Like ‘Kitten’?” Shouto questioned, his voice caressing the new term gently.  

Jiro screamed into her misery pillow once again while Mina patted her leg comfortingly.  

“Yeah,” Mina sighed.  “Just like ‘Kitten’.”      

The radio played softly in the background while you ran an impatient finger down your phone screen, desperately scrolling in an attempt to figure out where exactly the unnecessary backstory ended and the recipe actually began.  Distracted on two fronts, you didn’t realize you were no longer alone in your apartment until two arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you backwards and away from the kitchen counter with a firm tug.  

“Woah!” you say, startled as your back impacts Shouto’s chest.  “Hello, there!  I didn’t realize you’d come in!  I wasn’t expecting you this early.”  

“A few of the girls have to be at work first thing in the morning, so we finished up earlier than we normally do.”

“Oh, that’s a shame.  I know it’s hard for you all to coordinate everyone’s schedules.”

Shouto hummed in agreement, dropping his head down into the juncture of your neck, his lips barely hovering above the surface of your skin.  

“Speaking of schedules, how’s the rest of your night looking?”

You spare a glance towards the counter where a handful of ingredients for dinner are waiting for you to chop and measure.  “Well, I was going to cook dinner, but I haven’t started yet.” 

“So, you have some time?” he whispered huskily, pressing his lips gently onto your shoulder.  

Giggling, you reach a hand back and thread it through the hair at the nape of his neck.  “Maybe I do.  You have a specific activity in mind?”

“Nothing in particular,” he said, hand wandering under your shirt to stroke the soft skin of your belly. “Just wanting to spend some time with my girlfriend.  Is that okay with you, Kitten?”

“Oh, yes,” you gasp, breath catching at the whispered endearment.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”  

Grinning madly, Shouto swept you up into his arms and carried you down the hallway towards the bedroom.  

Sunlight was just beginning to creep in through the cracks between your curtains and the wall when you felt Shouto's lips press gently against your forehead once, twice, three times with a devastating softness that tickled your skin.  

"Shou?" You mumbled, using clumsy fists to rub the sleep from your eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.  Go back to sleep."

"Mmkay," you agree readily, already snuggling back into your pillow.  

"I'll see you later, Duckling," Shouto whispered sweetly, closing the bedroom door behind him with a gentle click.

"...Duckling?  Wha' happened to Kitten?" You muse briefly before the creeping fingers of sleep on the edges of your consciousness drag you back into their grasp.  

That Saturday you're out shopping at a flea market on the weird side of town when you saw it; an obviously unlicensed Endeavor figure with a hilariously misprinted face.  His wobbly oval eyeballs stared off into wildly different directions and his lip color was offset enough that it looked like he was sticking his tongue out in distaste.  You snap a picture of it and immediately text it to Shouto, moving to pocket your phone when it begins to ring loudly.  

"Hello?" You greet, pressing the phone into your shoulder with your ear as you spin the Endeavor figure around in your hand, snorting when you realize that the body was actually recycled from an All Might figure and painted over with Endeavor's costume colors.  

"I don't care how much that figure is.  Buy it."

"Aren't you supposed to be patrolling right now?" You laugh, raising a hand to flag down the vendor before fishing around in your purse for your pocket book.

"I'm with Denki right now and he agrees that this is much more important.  Hold on-," shuffling filters in from Shouto's end as he moves the phone around.  "Denki says to give you his regards and to buy as many of those Endeavor figures as they have."

"Tell Chargebolt I say 'Hello'.  And there's just the one figure, I'm afraid."

"Damn.  Well, that's okay.  It'll make a great gift for Natsuo."

The sudden sound of screeching tires fills your ear and you distantly hear Chargebolt yelling Shouto's name.  

"I have to go now, duty calls.  I'll talk to you later, Mongoose," Shouto says quickly, ending with a wet smooching sound before he hangs up.   

You stare at the screen of your phone dumbly, Shouto's profile image smiling gently at you from his contact page.

"'Mongoose'?" You utter, completely baffled by the nickname as you clutch the dopey Endeavor figure tightly to your chest and wander distractedly to the next market table.

Your coworker sat across from you in the restaurant booth, rolling utensils up into napkins and sealing them with little paper rings while you worked on wiping down a large stack of sticky laminated menus.   

"Okay, 'Duckling' was sweet, but I agree that being called 'Mongoose' is a little odd," she agreed, dropping her completed napkin rolls into the plastic bin beside her.

"Right?  But those aren't even the weirdest ones! Just in the last week I've been a puffin, an armadillo, a fruit bat, and a chinchilla!"

"Chinchillas are cute," your coworker pointed out, rubbing at a water spot on a spoon with a spare napkin.

"Yeah, I didn't mind that one," you agree, spraying cleaner onto a menu.  Your cell phone, stowed safely in the pocket of your apron, buzzed sharply as a new text rolled in.  Bypassing your lock screen, you quickly examine the new message before groaning loudly and flipping the phone around for your coworker to see.  

'Look, it's you!' The message from Shouto proclaimed right above an attached picture of a droopy-faced blobfish.   

"Huh.  I think I'm starting to get a little offended on your behalf."

The part-time worker, a somber and unexcitable teenager, was sweeping close to your table and you beckon her over.  She pulls out her left earbud as she approaches your table, leaning heavily onto the broom at her side.

"What do you make of this," you ask, holding the phone up in front of her face. "I need a second opinion."

She examined the message carefully before leveling you with a serious stare.  

"I think that Todoroki Shouto could call me the meanest, nastiest, names under the sun and I would still write him a thank-you card and take him to meet my Grandma the next day."

You and your coworker pause, considering her words.

"She's right," your coworker nodded, resuming her utensil rolling.

"Oh, yeah." you agreed, responding to the blobfish picture with a shower of emoji hearts. "One-hundred percent.  Thanks for your perspective!"

The part time girl nods before stepping back towards her dust pile, pushing her earbud back into place.

"Anytime."

It had been a couple of months since Shouto had been able to make it to Girls Night, having been caught up repeatedly testifying in a long running criminal trial.  It was a smaller gathering this time, just him, Mina, Ochako, and Momo crammed around a small Cafe table with flights of coffee lined up in front of them.  

Mina sipped from a particularly dark brew, cringing at the bitter notes and quickly pushing it in front of Ochako for her to dispose of.  Ochako smiled gleefully, picking up the relinquished mug and adding it to her collection of beverages.  

"I'm so glad that you were able to join us tonight, Shouto," Momo said, spooning a helping of sugar into one of her cups of light-roast.  "You've been so busy these past few weeks we've barely heard from you at all."

"I know," Shouto sighed.  "Work has been crazy and I've been spending all my free time over at Emu's apartment."

Ochako choked on her coffee, coughing wetly as Mina thumped soundly on her back with a flat hand.

"Ah, 'Emu'?" Momo inquired with wide eyes.  

"My girlfriend," Shouto replied, picking up the next cup of coffee to try.

"You- you're calling her Emu?" Ochako sputtered, still hacking into her arm.  

"It's kinda' cute," Mina said, tapping her cheek thoughtfully.  "Unusual, but cute.  I mean, it's not like he's calling her Whale or Pig, right?"

The girls all laughed while Shouto shifted uneasily in his chair.

"What's wrong with Whale or Pig?" Shouto asked with a tight voice.  

"Well, calling someone a whale implies that you think that they're overweight.  And calling someone pig means that you find them disgusting."

Shouto's eyes widened and he made a pitiful whining sound deep in his throat.

"Oh, Shouto!  Please tell me you didn't-" Momo begged.

"I did," he groaned miserably, dropping his head down into his hands.

"You can't just call your girlfriend random animals!  There's precedent for choosing appropriate pet names!" Mina shouted, aghast at Shouto's unwitting faux pas. 

"Well, how was I supposed to know that?  I thought you just picked whatever animals you thought were cute!" 

"You think whales are cute?" Ochako questioned.

"They have very soulful eyes!" Shouto shouted defensively, pulling out his phone and navigating to the past month's texts, pushing the device into Momo's hands.  

"Read through here and tell me how badly I've messed up," Shouto begged.

"I'm sure it isn't that bad," Momo said comfortingly, scrolling down through the chat log and sharply wincing.

"What?  What is it?" Mina called out.

"Ah- he called her a Cow.  And a Rat."

"A rat, Todoroki?  You called your girlfriend a rat?" Mina screeched in disbelief.

"They're actually very intelligent and clean animals!" 

"Oh, God," Ochako moaned into her hands, mortified on your behalf.  

Shouto whined pitifully and dropped his head onto the table with a loud thunk, barely missing a steaming mug of Arabica blend while the girls patted his arms and cooed comforting assurances as he wallowed.  

Pulled from the bathroom by thundering knocks on your apartment door, you peer cautiously through the peephole before undoing the security chain and multiple deadbolts that had been securing your apartment for the night.

"Shouto?  What are you doing here?" You ask with concern as you gesture for him to come inside.  He was in a state of absolute disarray; his hair messed uncontrollably and panting for breath.

"Here," he wheezed breathlessly, pushing a half-wilted bouquet of hydrangeas and daisies into your arms.  "I'm sorry they aren't better.  The only place open this late was the convenience store by the laundromat and these were the only flowers they had."

Cradling the sickly bouquet delicately in your arms, you raise a hand to Shouto's face, cradling his cheek gently.

"They're lovely, Shouto.  Thank you for thinking of me.  But you didn't come by my apartment this late just to give me flowers, did you?"

Shouto clutched your hand to his cheek as he shook his head.  "No, I didn't."  He took in a deep, shuddering breath as he gazed at you desperately.  "It has recently been brought to my attention that I have made a grave error in regards to how I address you."

"How you address- Oh!  Is this about all the nicknames you've been giving me?"

He closes his eyes, wincing deeply as he nods.  "I didn't realize that some animal names held derogatory connotations.  I ran over here as soon as I realized how unintentionally cruel I've been.  I couldn't stand the thought of you going a single minute longer thinking that I didn't cherish and appreciate everything about you."

"Oh, Shouto," you laugh.  "Thank you for the apology, but I figured all that out pretty early on."

"You did?"

Humming in agreement, you press yourself into Shouto's embrace, resting your head against his sharply jutting clavicle.  "You don't have a malicious bone in your body, Todoroki Shouto.  It was pretty obvious that you were being sweet.  Strange, but definitely sweet."

He sagged against you, awash with relief.  

"Thank goodness," he sighed, pressing kisses to the crown of your head as he looped his arms around you.  "I was so worried you were going to leave me."

"Please, it will take more than a few mildly insulting animal names to get rid of me."

He snorted into your hair.  "I'm sorry I called you a Cow.  And a Pig.  And a Rat.  And a Whale."

"Hey now, whales have very soulful eyes."

"Thank you!" Todoroki exclaimed. "That's what I was trying to tell the girls!"

Giggling, you wrap your arms around his neck and draw him backwards towards the couch.

"Speaking of the girls," he said, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a folded sheet of paper.  "They helped me come up with this list of triple vetted, pre-approved, pet names that I can use." 

You take the list from his hand, opening it up and scanning the contents before balling it up and tossing it over your shoulder.  

"Hey," Shouto protested. "We worked hard on that list!"

"And I appreciate that effort, I truly do.  But I don't want my nickname to come from Uraraka or Ashido.  I want my name to come from you."

"Yeah?" Shouto beamed, letting you pull him down onto the couch so you were both lying together, him hovering above you while you discarded the bouquet with a gentle toss onto the coffee table.  

"Uh-huh.  Think about it; there are probably thousands of Kittens and Bunnies in Musutafu.  But I'm willing to wager that I'm the only Blobfish."

"You're definitely my only Blobfish," Shouto laughed, pushing your cheeks together so your face was squished and puffy just like your animal namesake.

"Schtooop!" You sputter out from your smushed up fish lips, laughing.  

"Not until I've kissed these irresistible Blobfish lips," Shouto said, sucking in his cheeks and making a fish face of his own as he lowered his mouth towards yours, your distorted lips slotting together bizarrely.   He pulls back with an exaggeratedly wet smack, finally releasing your face back into your control.  

"Oh, that was awful," you lament, swiping at the saliva smeared across your face from your sloppy fish kiss with the hem of your shirt.

"Yeah," Shouto agreed, wiping at his own face with his shirt cuff.  "That was really bad.  Let's never do that again."

"Agreed."

He pulled you close, running a tender finger down the slope of your nose, tapping the tip playfully.  "You're still my beautiful Blobfish though."

"Whatever you say, my wonderful Walrus."

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

I felt like giving you ideas again since yes

All are Pavitr x Readers

Angst :: Basically, this one can be a little hard to right but like, if you know Hamilton, the song "Satisfied" / "Burn/First burn"

Fluff :: It's basically from Hamilton (lol) again but it's the song "Helpless"

Princess!Reader x Commoner!Pavitr :: YOU AND PAVITR SNEAKING OUT INTO THE FORESTS HOLDING HANDS AND BASICALLY SHOWING PDA WHILE YOU R DISGUISED SO PEOPLE DON'T RECOGNIZE YOU AS THE PRINCESS <33

@ Feel free to use these ideas <3

Write well my fav writer ♡♡

Princess and the Spider

🕸MASTERLIST🕷

Pairing: Commoner!Pavitr Prabhakar x Princess!Reader Summary: Pavitr and you sneak out into the woods, your secret spot. Lots of holding hands and basically showing PDA while you're disguised so no one recognizes you as the Princess Tags: Fantasy AU, Royalty, Secret Relationship, Lantern festival

Also Read on AO3

Deep brown skirt brushes against your feet as you run through the forest, the fabric swishing with your every move. The breeze is infrequent yet soothing enough under the scorching summer sun.

The empty jug in your arms feel heavy as you finally reach your secret place -the river bank- and lean down, filling the jug with water before you drink from it. Satisfied, you look into the moving waters to see your blurry reflection staring back at you. Dang, if your mother even got word of the state you’re in...

Tainted clothes, slippers, ungloved hands and in the wild without guards or handmaidens? Your mother, the Queen, will pracitcally have your head for it if she knew!

An echoing howl alarms you and you bunch up your skirt, ready to move, abandoning the stolen water jug as your feet hits the ground once again. Whatever beast chasing you maybe quick, but not as swift as you. Plus, you’ve brought your stiletto daggers just in case.

Perks of being a royalty.

“Careful, Princess”, a shadow swings from the air, coming to land behind you.

A smile pulls across your lips as you lower your weapon, blush rising to your cheeks. You’d know that voice in your sleep; the voice that never failed to make your heart flutter. 

He’s dressed in festive clothes today -a crisp red tunic and blue dhoti- and comes to stand before you, removing his decorative face mask. His radiant smile rivals a thousand stars; bright and energetic as if to illuminate the entire world. You’d even believe if he was the reason summers are hot.

“Meri jaan-“

“You’re under arrest!”, you announce and the next moment Pavitr becomes alert, raising his hands up in surrender. A hint of confusion dance in his cautious eyes, his confidence wavering. No.. you wouldn’t betray him like that..

You keep him at the edge of your dagger till you can contain it no longer. “For having amazing hair!”, you burst out laughing.

When realization dawns, he finally breathes a sigh of relief, shaking his head with a smile. How can Pavitr forget you’re the Queen of Pranks?

“Oh God, the look on your face!”, you say, pinching his cheeks as he playfully slaps your hands away.

He knows you won’t do that to him; In fact, you’d be the first to defend him.

Pavitr simply points to the notice pinned on the trees asking for The Spider’s identity in return for a thousand silver coins.

“Not even gold!”, he jokes, crossing his arms, “The King really is a miser.”

It was put up yesterday; not a good sign. You planned on doing something about it once you got back to the palace. Until then..

“Pavi..”, you drag sweetly, rubbing the sides of his arms in a soothing motion, “You promised me something yesterday. Remember?”

Pavitr’s face falls a little as he stutters, trying to deflect. “I, uh, the weather is too hot today, isn’t it?”

“No.” You huff and cross your arms, pulling away from him to sit by yourself on a log, pouting as you refuse to meet his face. 

“Meri jaan”, he begs in vain, “please understand, it would not be safe. Plus, you may not like it there. The town is dirty and smelly; especially too crowded today-“

“You said you’d take me to the fair! And I won’t talk to you until you do.”

The Queen used to lecture you that stubbornness is unbecoming of a Princess and would take you nowhere but they seem to work on Pavitr just fine. He sighs, shoulders sagging as he eventually caves in, shaking his head in playful exasperation.

“Has Your Highness tasted a panipuri before?”

Your grin is wide as you take his extended hand.

______

Squeals echo through the forest as he swings you through bridal style, his grip on your waist never faltering.

Hitting the ground at the edge of the thick woods, you’re quick to grab his hand and pull him towards the brightly lit festive town, skipping all the way uncaring of the dirt brushing against the hem of your once pristine dress. Mother would scold, but you know it’ll be worth it.

The fair Is as crowded as he rightly warned, but not much as you were accustomed to. The royal balls were even more populated, with desperate snobs trying to impress the upper class. This is way better compared to that.

The first thing to hit you is the festive ambience.

“FORTUNE! FORTUNE CALLS!'', a man yells. "IS THERE A BIG FORTUNE IN YOUR FUTURE? THE SEER ANSWERS, FOR ONLY THREE COINS!”

You eagerly drag Pavitr to the tiny stall -despite his protests that they are fake- and pay them a bronze, showing the old fortuneteller your palm.

“Oh! This is a royal hand!”, the elderly woman cries. You freeze in shock, sweating bullets. Have you been found out? It doesn’t help that the local guards are roaming the fair either.

Pavitr squeezes your other hand in reassurance, saying it’s just a metaphor for a readable palm -and, that they say this to those who seem to carry a heavy pocket. You snort quietly.

“Your bloodline will be filled with fortune-“, she says in an exaggerated voice, “-and a handsome Knight in a shining mask will come to your rescue!” She leans down to your ear in a stage whisper, “why, I bet, ‘tis the very lad  you’re with!”

Your cheeks instantly go pink and you shyly raise your eyes to meet Pavitr’s from under your lashes. He rubs his nape, blushing. “N-no.."

“Nuh-uh, don’t you dare lie to me, hero!”, the lady says and Pavitr goes red in the face. He drags you away, uncaring as to how many coins he pays her in haste just to leave the place quickly.

You laugh at his embarrassed face and pull him towards a face-painting stall.

He reluctantly agrees, instantly regretting it when the artist smears a fat blob of red across his features.

Pavitr gets the shock of his life when the artist hands him a mirror to see the outcome and lo, what does he see? His own alter-ego staring back at him with equal surprise. He is The Spider.

“Meri jaan!”, he whispers in alarm, tugging at your silk blouse, “people might find out!”

“No, they won’t”, you say, hooking your arm around his elbow as you walk him to a food stall. “Not today, atleast. Look!”

Indeed, all the children and young boys in the stall are waiting to be painted as The Spider. It puts a humble smile on Pavitr, a real, genuine one and he looks at you with eyes overflowing of love. Tears of awe gather in the corner of his orbs, which he blinks away rapidly; his love for you is beyond words.

A horn Is suddenly blown, signaling the time for the special event -everyone’s favorite part of the fair. You look around in confusion as people run hither tither, Pavitr leading you as you try to decipher what’s going on. Curious, you rise to stand on your tippy toes and peek over his shoulder.

Without warning, a handful of color powder is thrown on your face!

What the- Oh. They’re powdered dyes!

You giggle in understanding, finally catching up. Rushing to a nearby stall, you buy a pocket of green, yellow and orange liquid dyes while Pavitr buys blue, red and white -his signature colours- and aims them at you like a canon.

You mirror his stance. “It’s on, Spider!”

“Do your best, Princess”

SPLISH! SPLASH! SLPOTCH!

You’re the first to drench Pavitr in green, his face-paint mixing with the dye into a dirty brown. Squealing, you run as he chases after you with blue while all the colours of the rainbow fly over your head, thrown around by other people.

By the end of it, everybody is wet and unrecognizable yet ultimately happy. You share a laugh before everyone goes back to exploring the fair, preferring to enjoy the evening rather quietly.

After cleaning yourself up, Pavitr walks you around the fair buying you panipuri as promised, all the while holding your hand. You enjoy his arm around your waist, a comfortable weight as you press yourself closer to him.

Pavitr introduces you to his family -Maya auntie and Uncle Bhim- who greet you excitedly. His friends join and a bunch of cute little munchkins come up to you asking for a story.

“Do you know the story of the Princess and the Spider? Once there was a Princess, who lived in a big, big castle. But she was very lonely and had no friends. One day, while walking through her garden, she found a spider tangled in his own webs..”

Behind you, Pavitr leans against a tree smiling to himself, listening to you narrate the story of how you met. He patiently waits for you finish, watching you transfixed.

You guys share a shy smile after you’re done, cheeks tinting pink as you grab his hand. Pavitr excuses yourself, blushing furiously when Maya auntie sends him a knowing wink and tells him to “go enjoy his youth!”

They know he wants to have you all for himself.

_______

Lights are put up everywhere, the fair itself descending into a warm orangey glow. The evening turns invitingly chilly and you stop for a drink, fingers staying intertwined when a particularly colourful stall catches his eye.

You find yourself seated on a private boat as Pavitr rows, other couples rowing quietly past you. It slowly comes to a stop at the middle of the lake and you hold hands, lifting your head up to witness the sun disappear into the quietness of the young starry night together.

His thumbs rub soothing circles on the back of your hand. Water lanterns float around your boat, let onto the surface of the lake by those gathered, engulfing the water body in a soft dreamy glow.

So romantic.

Pavitr takes your hand in his and places a water lantern in your palms, the light illuminating your features. His eyes shine as they give you a once over, stunned by the angel before him.

And, in that moment, you couldn’t help yourself.

Pushing a strand of curly hair away from his face, you lean in. He watches with baited breath, frozen with pleasant surprise as your soft lips touch his in a firm kiss.

Your eyes flutter shut as you let the overwhelming feeling consume you, the world around you stops moving and time becomes insubstantial; the only thing you know, feel and breathe is each other.

Is this love or rebirth, you can’t tell. You’ve never felt so alive.

When you finally open your eyes, a thousand decades have passed. The world is brighter and lively, more colorful. You gasp as his lips chase yours, not willing to part so soon even though you’re out of breath.

Blood rushes to your cheeks when it dawns on you that this is both of yours’ first kiss! You chuckle, seeing his face heat up just like yours. Flustered, you let your head fall to rest against his palpitating heart. Oh, the woes of youth! 

Pavitr cups your hand and gently lowers the water lantern onto the surface of the lake, making it stay afloat.

Very belatedly you realize that the Queen, aka your mother, asked you be home by sunset. You’re here past your curfew! The royal dinner would’ve been over by now -the one you haven’t shown up to.

He rows you quickly back to the shore, but not before splashing some water on your face in jest. Pavitr and you giggle as he swings you bridal style to the palace, landing on your balcony just in time.

“Meri jaan..”, he stops you, presenting a rose, “this is for you.”

Your heart melts.

(He plucked that from your garden but nevermind; it’s the sentiment that matters.)

The gifts you receive as a Princess may be worth the world, but his sentiment is priceless. And that’s what truly commandeers your heart.

You give his cheek a goodbye kiss when the door is being brutally knocked upon, your maidens yelling on the other side that your mother is frantically searching for you. By the time the Queen opens your chamber door, Pavitr has thankfully disappeared.

“Good grief, Y/N dear!”, she cries, clutching her worried heart, “why did you not come for dinner? And, why are you so dirty!?”

The look she gives your dress is enough to make you cringe internally.

You shrug, feigning innocence. “I was just… painting, mother. Forgive me, I must’ve been enjoying it too much to notice the passage of time.”

The Queen shakes her head in exasperation and orders you to clean up, offering to send supper to your rooms instead. You glance out of your balcony as she fusses for new clothes in your wardrobe, looking back to the single red rose in the water jar.

Masked white eyes glimer under the moonlight, a giddy smile spreading across your face as you find them hidden amongst the darkness of your garden trees. He may have vanished from your sight, but he stays in your heart forever.

Your web-slinging Knight in shining eye-mask.

______

Hope you liked it <333

[strawbszz]

frank iero x fem!reader? 🫶🫶

just the thought of cuddling w him is aaaahahahahshdhaudhdj I NEED!!

love your writing btw 🫂

Frank iero x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1,833

You just moved into your collage dorm. It’s about 3:00pm and you’re moving some boxes and opening the boxes and putting the stuff into their spots.

You were taking one of the boxes labeled ‘kitchen’ you had bad posture and it hurts your back to lift heavy things. You were taking this pretty heavy box into the kitchen until you try to get better posture and then your back hurts, you accidentally drop the kitchen box and coffee mugs, and plates shatter. You fall your knees. You feel defeated.

You sit there in silence for a moment until you hear a knock on the door. You slowly get up since your back still hurts a lot.

You walk over to the door and unlock it. You open the door to see a short guy with black shoulder length hair, tattoos, and soft black makeup.

“H-hey! I uh.. I heard some glass shatter.. and uh.. I wanted to know if you were okay or needed some help.” The black haired boy says. His face is a little flushed.

“Oh.. yeah.. I tripped and dropped my box full of dishes and they shattered..” you say frowning.

“It’s okay! Here let me help you. Those boxes look heavy!” The black haired boy says.

He walks in, the black haired boy walks into the kitchen and sees the glass all over the floor.

“Dang.. that’s a lot of glass! Welp.. let’s clean this mess!” He says.

“Yeah..” you mumble.

~

After cleaning up all the glass and putting the boxes in their spots you and the boy sit on the ground in what is gonna be your living room.

“So..” you breath. “What’s your name..?” You ask the black haired boy.

“It’s Frank.. what’s yours??” Frank says.

“(Y/N)..” you answer.

“Well I should get going..” he says getting up in front of you.

You look up at him and slowly get up. “Yeah.. thank you so much for the help, Frank.” You say slightly blushing.

Frank smiles. “You’re welcome, (Y/N).”

Frank walks over to the door and opens it and turns around and waves. He leaves while closing the door.

You quickly run over to the door and lock it. You knew it was gonna be a long night since you had to sleep on an air mattress since the moving truck has not came yet and the boxes were just packed into your car.

~

It’s been about 4 months and you and Frank have became best friends who are those kinda friends who “jokingly” flirt. I mean you don’t know if it’s as a joke but it’s sweet.

It was about 2am and your phone rings. It scares you awake. It’s Frank. His contact name is: little bitch boy🥺

You answer the phone. “H-hello..?” You say in a tired groggy voice.

“Hi.. sorry to w-wake you up..” Frank says.

“No it’s fine..! What did you need, Frankie..?” You ask.

“U-uhh.. it’s stupid..” he says.

“Well if it’s stupid then why did you call me at 2am..?” You sarcastically say.

Frank giggles. “My roommate.. he uh.. he’s staying over at his girlfriend’s dorm and uh.. I hate sleeping knowing that I’m all alone and uhh..” Frank trails off. He starts blushing.

“Can you come sleep with me?” He says.

Your face goes bright red. Frank catches you off guard.

“I- uhh..” you stutter.

“I-it’s fine if no!! I can just stay here..” Frank’s voice sounds more sad at that end part.

“N-no! I want to sleep with you..” you say. “N-NOT IN THAT WAY!” You go red.

Frank laughs. “Just come over..” Frank says.

“Okay..!” You say giggling.

You get out of bed and put on your pajama pants.

You put on your slippers and walk to the front door. You open it and leave.

You get to Frank’s dorm and knock.

It’s silent for a moment until you hear Frank running to the door.

Frank opens the door. “Hey!” He breathes heavily from running. He’s bright red.

“Hey.” You say. Blushing and smiling sweetly at him.

“Come in..” Frank says opening the door for you.

You walk in and you go and sit on the couch.

“You wanna watch a movie or just go to sleep..?” Frank says.

“Well I’m more awake now since you woke me up! So movie then..” you say.

Frank giggles. “Okay!” He says. “Wanna watch a horror movie?”

“Sure!” You say.

Frank walks over to the tv cabinet and opens the dvd cabinet. He takes out Jaws.

“Ooh!! I love Jaws!!” You say smiling.

Frank giggles softly. “I know you do, (Y/N)..” he says in a raspy voice.

You blush from how attractive his voice sounds.

Frank puts the dvd in and starts the movie.

He plops down next to you on the couch and he’s closer then usual.

You look up at him and look back at the movie smiling.

“What..?” Frank says.

“N-nothing!” You say smiling at him.

“You sure..?” He says. “You can tell me anything.. you know that, (Y/N)..” he says that last part more sternly.

You blush. “I-I know!” You smile politely.

Frank grabs your chin and turns it. “I know when something’s wrong, (Y/N).” He gets more rough with you.

You go bright red. You’re glad you two are in the dark with only the tv as lighting.

You sigh. “U-uhmm.. me and my roommate got into a…” tears start up in your eyes. “fight..”

Frank’s eyes widen. You start sobbing. Frank grabs you and hugs you. “Oh.. (Y/N).. I-I’m so sorry.. d-do you want anything..?” Frank sounds worried.

“I-it was only a verbal fight.. I would have called you if he punched me..” you faintly giggle.

“Well if he puts his hands on you then he will have to face me.” Frank says.

You giggle. “It’s fine.. I’ll text you if he ever does..” you say.

“Okay.. well..” Frank yawns. “Wanna hop in my bed and sleep?” Frank says.

You blush. You hum yes.

Frank helps you up and takes you to his room. “You don’t have to help me!!” You giggle.

“Well I wanna help my (Y/N)!” Frank says.

You go bright red when he referred you as his.

Frank helps you into his bed. “You don’t need to help me, Frankie!!” You giggle.

He hops into bed with you. “You know..” Frank says.

“Hm?” You hum.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve met.” Frank says.

It catches you off guard.

“R-really..?” You ask.

“Really.” Frank answers.

You cuddle up to Frank. “Well I think you’re the most handsome guy I’ve met.” You say.

Frank giggles softly.

“You know.. when I met you.. uh.. you were very pretty.. I- I mean you still are! You just got.. prettier by time..” Frank said.

You blush. “When I met you.. you uh.. you were this cute short emo boy..” you say.

“Emo boy?” Frank giggles.

“I- I mean you had this cute sweater, skinny jeans, black long hair, tattoos.. I could go on and on about how cute you look..” you say.

Frank goes red. He snuggles up to you. “Let’s go to sleep now.. (Y/N)..” Frank mumbles.

You put your hand on his and close your eyes.

“Goodnight, Frankie..” you say softly.

“Night, (Y/N)..” Frank mumbles.

(Thought I was gonna end it here but NAH)

It was morning. You woke up to Frank snuggled up to you. He drooled all over your exposed chest from your loose shirt. You run your fingers though his hair. You let your hand trail from his head down his neck to his upper back. You gave his back a couple light taps to wake him up.

“Wake up, Frankie..” you say softly.

He wiggles a little bit. You feel his warm breath hit your exposed chest. It makes you shiver.

You rub circles with your finger on Frank’s back.

“Wake up, Love..” you say softly. Kissing the top of Frank’s head.

Frank groans. “(Y/N)..?” He says.

“Yes?” You say.

“I love you..” Frank says.

You stifle your giggle. “Yeah..?”

“Mhmm..” he hums.

“I love you too, Frankie..” you run your fingers through his hair.

“Can you please get off me now, Love..?” You say.

“Oh right..” Frank says. Getting off of you slowly and pecking your lips.

You look at him surprised.

“What..?” Frank asks.

“Y-you just..” you say in disbelief.

“Yeah..? Bet you liked it looking all cute like that..” Frank says slyly.

You go red. You pull him in for a kiss.

Frank giggles through the slow kisses.

Frank runs his hands up and down on your sides.

He pulls away only for your lips. Ghosting your lips only seconds later pecking them.

“Lemme get dressed..” Frank says.

“I can go now and get dressed.” You say.

“Wait no, Let me take care of you. And then you can get dressed in your dorm!” Frank smiles.

“Hmm.. okay!” You say.

You sit there waiting for Frank to get dressed and glancing a little bit and getting flustered.

“Okay! I’m done” Frank smiles.

He’s wearing the same sweater that he wore when you two met. It brought back a wave of memories of when you were moving in and you broke some dishes.

You get up and walk over to hug Frank. He buries his face in your chest. He’s kinda shorter then you.

“You smell nice, (Y/N)..” Frank mumbles.

“Do I? I didn’t put anything on when I came over last night.” You say. “You also smell nice. It’s a warm smell.”

“You have a comforting smell. Like someone who takes care of me or something. I know that sounds dumb.” Frank says.

“Like a mommy..?” You say softly.

Frank squeezes you tighter. “Mhm!!” He hums.

You run your fingers through his hair.

“God I love you.. Frankie..” you say.

“Love you too, (Y/N)..” Frank says.

You kiss the top of Frank’s head.

“Can I Cook you food now, (Y/N)..?” Frank says.

You giggle. “Of course, Hun..”

“Yay..!” Frank cheers.

Frank let’s go of you to go and start cooking.

“Okay.. Frankie.” You giggle.

Frank goes out of the bedroom. you grab your pajama pants and put them on.

You sigh and walk out of the bedroom and see Frank cooking some pancakes.

“Mmmm!! I love pancakes!” You say.

Frank smiles. “I’m glad.”

You walk over to Frank and put your hands on his hips. “Thank you, Frank.. you didn’t need to.”

“I wanted to feed you! And maybe spend some more time with you..” Frank says.

You giggle. “I wanna spend more time with you too..” you kiss Frank’s cheek.

“Well.. the pancakes are ready!” Frank says.

You pull off of Frank and go to sit down at their small table.

Frank puts the pancakes on 2 paper plates. He walks over and sits them down. “Here let me get the syrup!” Frank says fast walking to the pantry.

He grabs the syrup and shuffles over to the table and sits down.

“Let’s eat.” Frank smiles.

You can Frank start eating your pancakes.

“Thank you, Frankie!” You say.

“Your welcome, (Y/N).” Frank smiles.

[ceilingfan5]

Well now hang on just a dang second. Taako is the vampire in this one?? LOVE to see it! I feel like Kravitz is the obvious choice but I love to see it shaken up. Please say more (if you want to)!!

idk how much of my other stuff you have seen (heres my AO3 if you need it) but I love to play n explore and these boys make good toys to tell exciting stories about any which way u pose them imo!

in the vampire meal deal au, Taako is kravitz's upstairs neighbor, Kravitz accidentally goes to the wrong floor one late night and tries to get in, and task opens the door in his bathrobe, boxers, n fish slippers, and the rest is history

Kravitz is also a lawyer, Taako is over 400 years old (he'll tell you he stopped counting), and they immediately get busy

(the confessions come later)

[psych---ologically-deranged]

Woody!!!!

I finally get to meet Woody! I didn't know he only appeared in s4!!! I love this guy so much, he is the OG psych-ologically deranged (I mean, not really, look at the characters we have)

So here is my psychfacts masterpost on Woody because I'm insane

He has been playing with dead things since he was a toddler

The second ever episode I see with Woody in it has Shawn bribe Woody with slippers. They were so close & chill & calling each other nicely gelled & stuff, so I thought the first time that I'd seen it that they had been close & had conversations for years. I love them.

I'd be honoured to saw through your chest & remove your good natured heart from its cavity.

Third! "Hello Friend!" he says to Shawn <3

"is that third dead person you?" 'Yeah my daughter took a picture of me playing dead for her photography class"

Up to the elbows in blood "you need to try these french fries"

No fingerprints as there are no fingers. Also calls lassiter lassie.

MY MAN JUST DRAWS A KNIFE ON THIS MAN... & then... licks his finger to rub it off...

He's nice, telling gus to breathe properly. ..& then he unveils the severed leg

Woody may not have his face & voice in the philippines. Protection. He also might be a necrophiliac & mixed up formaldehyde & baking soda to get high. He was also part of a barbershop uartet. & their baritone was not alive. & his passion is skydiving, 42 jumps & 3 chute failure deaths.

Woody has the urge to comb their hair & try on their jewelry. I love this man.

He sent a 911 text trying to be a 7/11 text asking shawn gus & lassie to bring him a quesadilla in the shape of a tube. He also plays shuffleboard on the morgue table. Man I miss Rocketball. We had this weird shuffleboard table that was not like any shuffleboard table I've ever seen (shuffleboard is like mini curling), we had billiard/pool balls, & we would set them up on the opposite end like bowling & try to hit them off. I was a champion. It was shuffleboard/curling crossing with billiards/pool crossed with bowling. Great game.

& he found a jackrabbit in his dishwasher.

Ha. Does the perfectly coiled human intestine fit in a 10 gallon hat? Of course I can. *opens his computer to pleasureguide dot net with the word furries on it*

Wowza. Swan dive out of his bedroom window. I've always wanted to try that.

Woody with ipad shawn XD "Can you see this?" 'just like I'm with you there.' "How about this?" *ipad under the blanket... from the wrong end* *Shawn screams*

WS, holding up a 30yo photo of the vic: She was quite a looker. *looks at the mummified skeleton* Still is.

& proceeds to criticize her fashion. & my man didn't know that smallpox was eradicated.

Calls himself the woodmaster

omg he showed up with a six foot body bag when henry got shot. My dude. & later on my man shows up with a pair of bodybags when shawn & gus sit on a landmine. Dang. JoH: Then why are there two body bags under your arm? WS: No reason, dear *drops them*

WS: Whoever covered this up must have kept the body on ice.

WS: Now, come over here.

WS (when they hesitate): Come on! I want to show you something. It's not like you're gonna catch necrophylopigmentosis.

*Shawn laughs*

WS: Probably not. *He reveals the foot with a flourish*

WS: As anyone good at foreplay can tell you, electricity always leaves a mark. I know, I know. T.M.I. Tell more information. You see, a flashlight battery and a paper clip--

BG: Uh, no need to explain, Woody.

WS: I gotta tell you, I sometimes have trouble reading social cues, especially cross-culturally.

BG: What?

WS: Yeah, it's really starting to hurt me in the dating department. I can't--I can't read alive women anymore. *To Juliet* It's like, you're strobing right now.

Juliet set Woody up with Marlowe's parole officer

Woody tried to slip an illegal substance to Lassiter during his bachelor party. (Later, he bakes a cake with a gun in it to give to the guy who held him hostage. "only insane people do that" *throws it away*)

This man, who used to be married & had a 15yo daughter, is living in some mobile home. & Shawn is now his roommate. (& in the remake of the law episode, he slept with the suspect in his mobile home while he was down from LA)

He does a fair amount of nude sunbathing & goes into the water to rinse off, meaning he has almost been taken out by The Vortex.

He is not bulimic: he ate a donut out of the trash the other day

WS: What we have here is a… Woman. I am guessing by this wound, that she died of blunt force trauma to the back of the head. I would place her at about 27 years of age. SS, looking at her hands: I'm gonna say more like 47, Woody. WS: Trust me, Shawn, I know what a 69 (nice) year-old woman looks like in her birthday suit and this ain't it. SS: I said 47. JoH: She's actually 48 years old. WS: Oh, see? So, we were both wrong.

WS: Yeah, you are right. There are tiny surgical scars on her scalp. Yeah. This is well done. Clean lines. Nice smooth finish. This is Dr. Joan Diamond's work. I'd know it anywhere. I saw her speak at a symposium of forensic artists. She also appeared on The Love Boat back when she was a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader.

(Good old botulism. I could hyperfixate on that if I wanted to.)

CL: Did you sleep here last night? WS: No. Actually, I… Crash here all the time. Something about the smell of formaldehyde just lulls me to sleep. I think it's the scent.

Woody has an anxiety disorder. I'm just glad he didn't swallow the camera. I should liveblog that episode.

Woody Strode: Wife cheated on him 12 times, with 10 men. (He approved the one with the personal trainer)

Woody has a spell cast on him by his mommy that he's getting broken by a wiccan consultant.

My man goes to putin on the ritz a shady russian club for the buffet.

*giving a report to the detectives while there is no body* Here we have a man, looks to be about six foot two. JoH: Woody, there's no body. WS: Oh what a relief! I thought I was the only one not seeing it!

He... ate applya mushrooms (possibly from under the fingernails of the vic) & says they taste like ass...

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FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC  

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FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC

or

Making Fiends and Influencing Ponies

An Anthro *Tail* of the Mane Six

Part 59 of ? (Work in Progress)

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AJ ruminated briefly and then nodded her head. “Y'all done been right so far. It really do look like you was havin' fun. So what's it take fur me ta start that, what you calls it? Saddle Arabian dancin'?”

Kin held out her arms and answered, “It starts right here, AJ.”

As AJ nestled into Kin's light hug, she snorted, “Lots o things start here with you, Kin! All good ones, now Ah gots m' head on right. Thanks fur what Ah already done got.”

By the time that she was done speaking, Kin was done too.

As she was finishing with donning her dancing dress, she did a luxurious stretch. “Dang! Rare, you made this here? It even fits mah big ol' upper deck!” She had put on the stockings and dance slippers as if she had done it all her life.

“So, what's we do first?”

Pinkie clattered her zills and then pointed to Kin. “Just follow her lead, AJ! It really is like remembering something that you never knew before! You will see!”

Just like Rarity and Pinkie before her, as she followed Kin's starting position, a look of complete understanding settled on her face. As the music began, she started both her zills and her hip lifting steps like she was born doing them. In fact, she had her tail into the act without coaching of any sort. With her hips, lower back and tail all moving smoothly in the precise sort of movements demanded by the dance, she got a thoughtful look, ears forward in both interest and concentration, lips pursed slightly, she began both shoulder lifts counter to hips, and the shimmying of her amazing tits all at once!

Without stopping any of it, she stepped into a spin, flaring her skirts out in an almost horizontal river of colors! She slowed her spin and ended with one leg out of her skirts, knee bent, only the tip of her hoof touching the floor. The other leg was also flexed some, allowing the hip lifts to continue as she began a series of belly rolls.

She broke into another spin, in the opposite direction and suddenly she was swirling the front half of her skirt in front of her! She came to a pause, still undulating to the music as she peeked mischievously over the top of the veil! In front, it only hung as far down as the tops of her stockings! She swooped the veil in an eyecatching set of swirls while her tail matched the movements of the veil in front!

All was done so smoothly and with such attention snagging motion that it took a second to realize that her magnificent mamaries were now both nearly bare, framed by active fringes and sparkling coins!

She undulated back into motion, her boobs now actively bouncing in time to shoulder lifts as she passed through several arched poses, the better to show off her body.

Pinkie was watching in utterly floored admiration. She whispered to Rarity, “If she does much more of that, my tail is going to be too stiff to use in dancing!”

Kin was dancing along with AJ but letting the tan mare have the moment, being the star, as it were. And there was more!

AJ went back to hip lifting, butt shaking, tail swirling, breast shimmying action for a little and did another dancing spin, her skirt lifting and then rising up in her hands! She entered into another set of dazzling veil work, swooping it high and low and spinning about! When she let it fly, she was dancing in nothing but a garter belt, hose slippers and a sexy frame about her tits!

With a serene expression, she slowed her dance without stopping it, coming to face the front door as Kin's magic opened it on Foamy, Clarice, Princess Twilight, Princess Luna and Princess Celestia!

With a chuckle, Luna commented, “We all peeked at the window! Not how it's done in Saddle Arabia! I like your way far better!”

Celestia snickered, “We came here for a briefing on Kin. Looks like there is a lot that I want to learn!”

Foamy was simply demanding, “We have to see that again, maybe several times, so that we can figure out the choreography! Pinkie! Why did you hold out on us! This HAS to go into the show!

Clarice was just a bit more thoughtful as she said, “I don't think that Pinkie was holding out on us, Foamy.” She extended a finger at Kin and added, “THERE is the epicenter of this ponyquake! And my Celestia, were they shaking!”

Pinkie nodded, “She sure is! None of us but her even knew what a zill was or any step of these dances! She fixed that! Only took a couple of minutes for each of us and after that, it's like remembering the dance steps and reflexes. Only takes a few minutes to get it all to kick in.”

Princess Twilight nodded thoughtfully. “I have been keeping track of your rehearsals and I don't believe that you are using my two side stages, are you?”

Pinkie, brow furrowed, answered, “Nope. Not big enough for the set pieces and I was trying to keep the focus forward, to the main stage.”

“I see. May I suggest to the producer, two Saddle Arabian dancing mares on each side between the big sets? Put concession stands at each end of the side stages. That is already set up with kitchen access. If you are worried about music conflict, sound isolation is a simple and basic spell. I use it a lot around the palace.”

Pinkie nodded, “That could work out really well. We would have to train a number of dancers, but if I know them, our problem will be too many wanting in on it.

“Thing I don't know is if any of the music is legal. Copyright can be a bitch.”

Kin offered, “The music that I know is all traditional. I last heard any of it over a thousand years ago. I am pretty sure that it is safe.”

Celestia stirred the conversational pot a little more by asking, “Foamy, Clarice, it is lovely to see you guys again but why did you leave the Royal Ballet?”

“My foal Barrel Racer was sick. Needed the horsepital. Impre told me to get him a bottle of chest lineament and I could have a day off at half pay. Any more days would be at no pay.

“I was born over near Bleatin Hallow and had friends in Ponyville. Some of them were dancers at Ponys At Night. The mares raised half of what Racer needed for the horsepital. The owners of the club found out and put up the rest. I even got a free place to stay while Racer got better.

“To say thank you, I scored them some strip dances and drilled them for it. Got to say, they were skeptical at first but my choreographed dances pulled in near twice as many tips. The same owners that paid Racer's horsepital bill found out about that and tried me on some other dancers. Then they put me on full time at near three times what I got from the Royal Ballet.

“I mirrored Clarice and she took a few days here, got hired and quit the Royal Ballet. We had to test some of our own choreography and wound up as Headliners. We score dances for all five of Ponyville's clubs.”

Clarice snorted, “When Foamy mirrored me, my rent had just gone up by two silver a month. Impre told me that I should quit eating so many asparagus salads, as if I could afford even one! Got a good deal here and a lot of respect from the dancers and club owners too.”

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[dollsonmain]

Just finished breakfast.

Before that I dressed Lauren and redressed Anna.

All of my BJD that are on stands are still on the floor because I’m still nervous about them being on stands... No one’s fallen, though.

Lauren is standing next to Constance who is on the Xinyi body and that makes her a little taller than an SD. Lauren’s head is actually bigger...

One problem I have with her interesting body is that when a doll is made of different materials, I don’t like to see the material that doesn’t match the face. So she’s in a high turtleneck with long sleeves, but her legs get a pass because it looks like she’s wearing dancer’s tights. I don’t intend to buy any of the matching outfits that were made for the Forever Sisters because they look crappy.

Anna got the green lolita set with an extra underskirt because it was kind of flat and the wig @queenofsquids​ sent.

I’m not sure how the ruffles I put on her neck were intended to be used. Both have too-short ribbons. I think the white one might be a headdress but again, too short ribbons.

She’s stuck in the Night Lolita knock off slippers with no socks because that’s all I have left and I don’t have any socks.

Obviously I haven’t swapped her eyes or redone her faceup, yet.

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Now breakfast is done, time to make myself do some dang work.

[smells-like-mettaton]

For day 1 of @sorielweek! The prompt was "Fire."

(Rating: T // Word Count: 1399)

Fire crackled in the hearth. There was always a fire, in Tori’s house. It might’ve been stifling to someone with a little more skin than him, but as it was, he just appreciated the white noise.

Orange noise? Eh, That joke would need some refining before he fired it at her. Heh.

Point was, there was no more peaceful spot, on the earth or under it, than the armchair in front of Tori’s fireplace.

The brown upholstery practically swallowed him, but that was a pro rather than a con. Papyrus couldn’t call him in to help with dinner if he couldn’t see him. Also, Tori found it adorable when he curled up to sleep between the arms of the chair. If he was lucky—and if she was convinced he was unconscious—she’d place a quick kiss on the top of his skull.

Tori was already in bed, now. Papyrus and the kid too. Sans had his own room in the combined skeleton-boss household, but the chair was comfier. The fire sounded like slippers crunching through the snow, or like the quiet popping of knuckles, or like teeth chewing undercooked spaghetti. Y’know. Comforting things.

In the fireplace, something popped. Eh, maybe that was a bit loud, but it wasn’t bad. Water balloons popped when he threw them at Undyne’s spiked fins. It was a solid noise. He’d give it seven out of ten stars.

Pop pop FWOOSH—the fire blazed hot and bright enough that Sans could feel it with his eyes closed.

He wiped a hand down his face, sitting up groggily. 

The fire was spitting and shuddering, like Grillby when he had a cold. 

…Did Tori have a cold?

Sans slipped off of the chair, slippers soft on the hardwood. The fire reached for him—flames licking at his ankles like that annoying dog. He jumped back and stomped his feet until the embers on his slippers were snuffed out.

Maybe he should bring Tori a glass of water?

One stop at the sink later, Sans clipped through Tori’s door. 

He was promptly greeted with a fireball to the chest.

“C’mon, Tori.” He dumped the glass of water down his front. “That was my favorite shirt.”

It was hard to see past the cloud of steam, but he could hear her ragged breathing just fine.

“Sans?” she finally asked. “I am… oh, I am so sorry…”

Dang. Things must be bad if she was apologizing instead of teasing him about his shirt, which was identical to all of his other white shirts.

“‘S okay. I can borrow one of yours, right?” He stepped over to her closet.

Comforting wasn’t his strong suit. He didn’t fit in any suits, really. The shoulders were always too wide, and the ties were too long.

Tori’s black t-shirt was too long too, but at least it had a good joke on it. Stop staring at my mussels. A pile of clams were drawn in the middle.

“Whaddaya think?” He pretended to flex. 

Papyrus had shown him how enough times, and he thought it was pretty convincing. Even if the ‘short sleeves’ covered him up to his forearms.

Tori let out a wet snort. She’d turned on the bedside lamp by now, so he could easily see the tears soaking her fur.

“It is… well, I suppose it could make a cute dress.” She smiled a little.

“Great. Dress means I don’t have to wear pants.” He grinned back.

Tori wiped her face, her paw steaming a bit as she did so. Oh, yeah.

“So, uh… any particular reason you’re even hotter than usual tonight?” he said before realizing how it would sound.

(Well.)

His gaze skirted away from the tank top strap slipping down her shoulder.

(He wasn’t wrong.)

She burst out in the roaring laugh that he loved.

“If you cannot handle the heat, you should get out of the kitchen.”

“Good thing I’m not in the kitchen, huh? Unless you’ve baked some pies in here I don’t know about…” He lifted up the edge of her purple comforter, pretending to look for baked goods.

Instead he was eye level with thick, ivory-furred legs. He might have stared a little longer than necessary.

“Hmm. Perhaps you should check this side.”

She scooped him up in one paw. His slippers fell to the carpet as she dropped him on the mattress beside her.

“Uh.” His ribcage felt warmer than when she’d thrown a fireball at it. “No pies here, either.”

“Oh, how disappointing.” She gave an exaggerated frown. “You are welcome to leave, then, if you would like.”

She leaned back, her left arm stretched across the pillow beside her. He knew her well enough to read the invitation.

“Nah. This is comfier than your chair.” He rested his skull in the crook of her elbow.

She was warm. She was always warm, but either she was hotter than usual, or… heh. Or it was all in his head.

Her smile was even softer than her arm.

“Thank you, Sans,” she said quietly. Sincerely. Another suit that he couldn’t fill.

“Hey, I’m the one who should be thanking you. For the armrest, I mean.” He patted her bicep, and she laughed.

“And for the shirt,” she added, smoothing her other paw over the front of it. 

Each of his ribs tingled at her touch. He swore that she’d see them through the black of the shirt—each of them glowing with neon light, like cracked glowsticks.

“For the. Yeah.”

Her paw froze near the end of his sternum.

“Is this alright?”

The direct question caught him off guard. This wasn’t how they did things. They danced around anything solid, like their feet were on hot coals. 

But she’d done the hard part. All he had to do was give a one-word response. He was great at those.

“Yeah,” he said, stupidly breathless for someone without lungs. “Yeah.”

Two words. One over par. That would count against him if they were playing golf.

She pulled him closer, nuzzling against his shoulder. 

Oh.

“I suppose I must appear clingy tonight.” Her breath puffed warmly against his spine. “And I did not answer your question. About why I am ‘hot.’”

“Hotter than usual,” he corrected, and was rewarded with a laugh that rolled over him in gentle waves. 

“It was a simple nightmare. Nothing I could not handle alone. However… the company does not hurt.”

“The company does hurt,” he joked, lifting up Tori’s shirt to reveal the hole seared into his beneath.

He’d expected her to laugh with him, but instead she looked away in embarrassment. 

“That was irresponsible of me. As was my outburst with the hearth, before.”

Sans’s browbone furrowed. 

“So you knew you were doing that? Messing with the fire?”

“Not consciously.” She sighed. “You are perceptive, Sans. Surely you have noticed that the flames are in tune with my emotions.”

He had. It was why he’d come to her room in the first place.

“This happened somewhat often when I was alone in the Ruins. Nightmares. Uncontrolled magic. I had thought that I was past this, but I still should have warned you. You always sleep so close to the fire.” She frowned.

“Yeah, well. It’s cozy. About the closest thing to sleeping with you.”

He snapped his jaw shut. He was like a glowstick, and all his stupid-fluid was leaking out.

But Tori smirked, before bringing her lips close to his collarbone.

“Is it, now?”

“Nah,” he corrected. “I’m pretty sure your chair doesn’t flirt with me.”

Because that was what they were doing, right? What they’d been doing for as long as he could remember. They slid into familiar banter like he slipped into his favorite slippers.

Tori giggled.

“Well, for tonight, at the very least, you will not have to settle for the chair.”

She kissed the bottom of his jaw.

“Goodnight, Sans.”

She tucked him under her chin, like he was a slightly-larger-than-average teddy bear. Her arm draped over his hips. Her knees scrunched up, brushing the soles of his feet. He could’ve been one of those plastic classroom skeletons, for how little he dared to move.

But soon her snores rumbled like the crackling fire. As if having Sans in her bed was the most normal thing in the world.

He smiled, adjusting himself to better curl into her.

(Maybe it could be.)