#wow what a fuckin dork

[shapeshiftinterest]

bowser pretending to be a flower so luigi’ll kiss him

story bookish background coloring

wanted to make this into a comic but ran out of time and energy

this would have been the first panel

2nd panel luigi kisses a startled bowser, his clenched fists snapping the stems in half

3rd panel luigi flies away while bowser blushes so hard steam comes off his head and he hides his face in his fists, still holding the stems

comic version HERE

art reference i used this pic for luigi, it’s also the idea inspo

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 14

part 1 | part 13 | ao3

fuckin' finally some FLUFF

Dinner is awkward.

It’s awkward, Steve thinks as he spears a Brussels sprout with more force than strictly necessary, because Dustin promised that it was just going to be the three of them tonight, and now he’s sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with his leather-clad metalhead neighbor.

It went like this: Steve showed up at the Henderson’s front door with a pie plate and a two-liter of Grapico under his arm, looking like a dork on picture day in his best jeans and a nice polo with his hair actually combed for once, and he lifted his hand to knock only to be greeted by Eddie throwing the door open and hollering, “Be right back, Henderson! Gotta grab— oh, shit.” 

And then, more eloquently, “Uh…” 

Uh. Like Steve was the one unexpectedly crashing the party.

Steve stabs another sprout. 

They’ve been bumbling through stilted small talk about work and school and weekend plans for what feels like a painfully long time, and Eddie has his elbows on the table — didn’t even bother to take his jacket off because he was apparently raised in a barn — and it’s basically dinner with Barb’s parents all over again. 

This is finger-lickin’ good.  

God. Get him out of here.

“Okay,” Dustin cuts through the stalled-out silence in the room. He jabs an accusatory fork into the air, pointing between the two of them and narrowing his eyes. “You two are being weird.” 

Eddie startles dumbly, and Steve just says, “Hmm?”

“You.” He aims the fork at Steve. “Are being.” It moves to Eddie; back to Steve. “Weird. What’s going on? I thought you two were getting along now.” 

Steve dabs his mouth with his napkin. Wow. Okay. So they’re doing this now.

Eddie either doesn’t get the memo or just decides to rip it up, because instead of being honest he throws on a theatrical smile and flings an arm around Steve’s shoulders, proclaiming, “Of course we are! C’monnn. Me and this guy?” He reaches up to give Steve a gentle noogie. Steve wonders if you can get a more lenient sentence if the guy you murdered really, really deserved it. “Thick as thieves.” 

Claudia smiles fondly.

Dustin’s not buying it. “You’re so full of shit, you know that?”

“Dusty!” Claudia gasps. She gives him a stern look as she tops off her wine glass, then leans over to do the same for Steve and Eddie’s glasses, too. “Stevie, honey, don’t listen to him,” she soothes. “I think it’s sweet. It’s good to see you with some boyfriends your own age.”

Dustin chokes at her word choice, and Steve blushes to his ears. 

Eddie’s arm tightens around his shoulders. “Yeah, Stevie,” he smirks, leaning in a little closer. “We’re great boyfriends, aren’t we?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Dustin joins in, “best boyfriends I’ve ever seen.” 

Surely murder’s just murder, right? Like, from a sentencing perspective? Does it matter how many people you off, or do you just get thirty-to-life regardless?

“Steve, tell mom more about your boyfriend.”

Steve chugs his glass of wine.

—

The conversation turns to less embarrassing topics after that, the words flowing more easily now that everyone’s warmed up with wine and making fun of Steve. Claudia asks what everyone’s doing for Halloween, and Dustin tells her that Eddie and Steve are taking the boys trick-or-treating in the neighborhood with the good candy bars (which was news to Steve, goddammit), and that leads to a discussion of costume plans. 

Dustin and Mike are going as a pair again, Marty and Doc from Back to the Future. Lucas is doing his own thing, but he's "totally delusional if he thinks a costume is gonna win Max back." Steve doesn’t really have a costume this year, so he’ll probably just pull some sweats out of the closet, throw a whistle around his neck and go as a basketball coach, and Eddie, surprisingly, has the lowest effort costume of them all. 

“Oh, I’m going as a vampire,” he says when Claudia asks. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out some cheap plastic teeth and pops them into his mouth. “Ta-daaa.”

Steve wrinkles his nose. “You just carry those around?” 

“Isn’t it awesome?” Dustin asks.

“Not really, no. It’s not.” 

“But S’theeeve,” Eddie lisps around the fangs. The wine’s made him weirder, playful and too-friendly and berry pink in the cheeks. He holds his sleeve in front of his face like a vampire hiding behind a cape and drawls, “I vant to s’thuck your bloood.”

Steve vants to jump out the window. “I’m gonna go serve the pie.” 

—

part 15

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[sugarsfics]

You're My New Pillow

Summary: Eddie is tired and finds his new pillows 

Trope: Rockstar!Eddie x Plus!size!reader 

Warning: Kissing small sexual mentions because it is rockstar!eddie, being tired, metal image problems, cussing, 

Word count: 900

30 Day Challenge: Day 1  Send requests <33

Eddie has been up since 4 this morning. His manager wanted tonight to be perfect it was their first-time playing Madison Square Garden. Eddie has told you during your late-night conversations that it has always been his dream to play there because that’s how you know you made it. You were able to capture the moment when he saw it big letters CORRODED COFFIN TONIGHT 8 MADISON SQUARE GARDEN he was teary eyes and smiles. All day they have been rehearsing, doing should check, getting a feel for the stage. You could see in his eyes how tired he was, but he didn’t feel it, he was too excited. When they had their lunch break his eyes would drupe a little as he lay on your shoulder. 

“Honey, I think you should take a nap” you said has you rubbed his shoulders “I’m ok pretty girl” “But-” “Here take this” Jeff said and handed him an energy drink. “Thanks man” he takes it and chug it. You look at him with worried eyes I hope he will be fine for tonight. Their manager comes in to bring them out to their last practice before the concert. Even with tired eyes Eddie still looked amazing. When the first manager tells them they have 1 hour till they start getting ready. You walked with Eddie to his dressing room and past a window all you could see was a sea of people. “Wow” Eddie breathed “Their all here for you my rockstar” “Wow” was all he could say in that moment. You helped him get ready, not wanting him to be doing anything to get him tired. You were on his lap doing his eyeliner when you said “I am so proud of you” red spread across his cheeks, you could resist and kiss those red cheeks making them redder “Are you sure you don’t want to take a quick nap” “I’m *yawn* fine” “You just yawn in the middle that” “I” he breathed “I just don’t want to fall asleep then miss it all” “You won’t I will wake you up” “Yea but what if you fall asleep then we miss it” poor boy was so scared to miss his moment so you didn’t pressure him anymore. 

You helped Eddie get changed then started to get yourself ready. You put on a distressed black long sleeve with a red skirt with a belt, ripped tights (that Eddie may or may not have ripped) your trusty pair of docs and completed the look with dark makeup. You look at yourself in the mirror, you tried not to look at the rolls that were hanging or the pudge of your stomach. Eddie always praised you, he always called you a goddess, you tried and tried to see yourself through his eyes, but you couldn’t. You wiped your tears hurrying out the bathroom before you changed your mind. When you walked out your eyes met with Eddie’s he scanned you his eyes lit up then he fell to his knees and started bowing with his hands forward saying “I'm not worthy I'm not worthy” you giggled “Get up dork” “Damn” he bit his hand “How did I get so fuckin lucky, you look amazing” “I don’t-” he brought his lips to yours “Don’t you dare finish that sentence you are fucking hot” he said while kissing your face *knock knock* “10 minutes till show time Munson” You both looked at each other we huge smiles “Go knock there socks off rockstar” 

You walked by a mirror on the way to the stage when you looked at yourself and this time you saw the goddess, he was talking about he gave you confidence. He saw you look at you through the mirror “You look beautiful” he said kissing you “Yeah I do” you smiled at him “That’s my girl”  he screamed

Eddie played beautifully, his hair was flowing in every direction, his voice was amazing, the adrenaline kicked in when he walked onto the stage. He did it, His dream came true. The last chord rang through the speakers as they closed the night, they gave thanks and headed off the stage. The boy’s blood was rushing and big smiles everywhere “You looked amazing babe” you beamed bringing him in for a kiss “I feel amazing” he screamed. As much as they wanted to celebrate, they were tired. But we had to wait for a few hours till everyone was gone, they got on the tour bus. You sit on the leather couch with Eddie following in suit. He has been eyeing your thighs all night. “Is there something you like” you teased him “Yes there is” he said while moving his head down “Oh my god not here” you said quietly while looking around making sure no one was looking “As much as I would love to do that” he said “I will be using your thighs for other reasons” he continued. He laid his head on your thighs “Oh yea this is definitely what the doctor ordered” you rolled your eyes then started playing with his hair “if you keep doing that, I will fall asleep” “You deserve sleep, go ahead I will wake you when it is time to go” the response was his light snores.  

About two hours later their manager gave them the ok to get on the bus “Eddie my love wake up” you said light shaking him he rubbed his eyes and stretched “that was the best sleep of my life” he said “Come on let’s get on the bus” he clung on to you trying to keep the sleep in his eyes “ You my new pillow” he said sleepily “What” “You’re so comfy and squishy you are just my perfect pillow” you got him on the tour bus and into his bed. He pulled you under him and laid his head on your chest said his good nights and I love you’s and drifting off to sleep. He woke up the next morning “Yep you’re my new pillow” 

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[hrryshoney]

teaaaa hi happy new year <3 saw u might be on a little hiatus but if/when ur feeling up to it i was having a gyno!matty thought i would love to hear from u about. it’s nothing crazy i just think he’s absolutely obsessed with ur tits and sure he gets all Professional and Scientific when he’s appreciating he body sometimes just bc he’s a dork but also i genuinely just think he’s so fixated on them sometimes that he just. drops that whole doctor facade. anyway what if he sees u in a particularly sexy bra or top and ur tits just look phenomenal (you wore it on purpose and are waiting in his bed when he gets home from work) and he insists u need a breast exam and well. he has to be very thorough to make sure everything’s ok with those gorgeous tits of yours. wait maybe this could tie into the thing u said about him getting u off just from playing w your nipples wait im screaming

Ok anyway much love xoxo head kiss anon 😚

head kiss anon hi hello and happy new year! yes i was on a tiny hiatus but im back now (#tumblrgirl) but omg i’m so obsessed w this. wait cuz

so yes wholeheartedly agree he is a tit man idec like! yea he’s obsessed w them. he is a nerd and starts his science doctor talk. i can see when u two are just laying down and he’s laying on ur chest w a hand on ur boobs lol he’s just rattling on and u have a hand playing w his hair like “ok baby❤️”

but when he’s actually struck by you he can’t even make his lil medical jokes anymore he’s truly speechless only part of his brain that’s turned on is the Horny part.

say ur wearing a veryy see thru lacy bra or a slip dress that emphasizes ur tits and ur feeling urself just waiting for him to come home. you’re in bed under the comforter w the biggest smile on ur face lol devious. when he gets home he’s so excited to get in bed w u and then he moves the covers off you and he’s like Oh. wow!

the breast exam bit good lord yes. pulling the neckline of whatever you’re wearing down and is like “Let me check you out, princess. Gotta make sure these pretty tits are alright too, don’t I?” and he’s just squeezing ur tits and tweaking ur nipples while u lie there squirming. ur whining for him to do anything else and he’s like “Shh, baby. I’m the professional, let me examine you.” OMG AND AND the nipples thing yes let’s bring this back

you’re begging for him to touch u more but the only attention he’s giving is to ur boobs and u feel urself getting wetter and u try to warn him that ur gonna cum if he keeps it up. (also him sucking on ur tits and leaving hickeys all around mhm yes yes). when u do cum in ur panties he’s just even more enamored by u. “Fuckin’ naughty girl. Getting off on me playing with these pretty tits. That all it takes?”

[lipglossanon]

DON'T YOU EVEN GET ME STARTED. Like, Mother Gloss, c’mon- like I’ve been wanting to send in an ask about reader giving sweet!stepdad head for such a long time OH MY GOODDDDDD-

Just think about the very first time reader tries to give Leon a blowjob, and the man is still very much struggling with thoughts that he doesn’t deserve purely selfish acts of pleasure (which isn’t true in the slightest, he finds out later when his fingers discover the soaked stated of their panties). I think in canon this could be supported by maybe the addition that reader’s mother didn’t really do all that much for him in the bedroom, and mans has a bad track record with romantic partners in general, (god though ada is so fuckin hot), so he’s not really used to being pampered. Or, really having his base needs met outside of the act of sex itself. It's pretty visible that Leon's character is one that's left always wanting more, yk? I can see that lonely, sad little dork savoring every time fingers are carded through his hair, and every time his cheek is kissed he feels an almost stinging tingle of the presence it’s left behind on his skin for a few minutes. Touch starved!leon anyways-

All of this to say that he would absolutely be stammering the first time they guided him to sit down on the catch with a glint in their eye, swiftly moving to get on their knees in front of him. Of course he could blame his blush on the (rapidly fading) summer heat and of course he could blame his being flustered on the fact that this is really taking place in the middle of their day, but would the reader really help it? No, we all float down here, Georgie, and we’re all sexually rabid for men that will never exist. In this essay I will-

“B-baby you don’t really need to-” Leon’s usually sultry voice was knocked off its pedestal, each word being wavered by a nervous laugh that seemed to persist through his talking. There was almost a nervous quivering underneath. 

“I want to, so bad, please?” And how could he really argue with that? So here Leon is, having only a few awkward or maybe one or two sultry blowjobs; seeing the person he has loved the most in his life enthusiastically sucking his cock? Leon feels like he's going to explode. The reader’s fingers quickly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his slacks, god how are their fingers so nimble- next thing he knows, there’s this wet, suckling heaven around his sensitive head. And reader, being so mischievous, decided not to pace themselves! Wow, what a surprise. Anyways, Leon feels this wet heat that just gets tighter and tighter around his cock as their lips slowly make as close as they initially can to the base, before moving to come back up. He thought they were sucking hard before? At this point, this poor man was convinced that you were trying to steal his soul. 

Leon S. Kennedy was never so embarrassed in his life. In around a minute flat you had managed to make him cum, he tries to salvage this in any way he can with a snarky quip or maybe just an opening to conversation, but nothing comes forth. He’s just so caught off guard and vulnerable that at this point he doesn’t truly know what to do, but he doesn’t have to worry much as the reader decided to perch themselves on his lap and start making out with him. 

Anyways stop inspiring me. I want to do a prompt over now ;-; But how are you holding up!! I hope this makes up for my absence, and if it doesn’t, expect much more >:) !!! but also expect more anyways lol. I wrote this very zooted on the za, very late, very tired. I’m going to sleep. Mwah mwah to you and the blog, every time you write you eat and leave no crumbs

Ahhhh!! 🙈 🙈 thank you so much!! 🤭

And oh my gosh, yes!! 👏 👏 😤 I’m totally with you! I think he’s touch starved and like wants a meaningful connection but has a hard time letting his guard down so covers it up with snarky little one liners or like tries to play it all Mr. Cool when he’s just this cute little dork who needs the sloppiest head imaginable and then rode until he’s babbling complete nonsense 😌

But yessss sweet stepdad would cum so fast the first time you sucked him off; he’s just so overwhelmed especially when you’re moaning and whining almost as loud as him 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

Haha I’ll never stop 😈 😆 and I’m holding up well! 🥰 I hope you’re doing amazingly and I can’t wait to see what you have in store 👀 👀

😘 😘

[sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff]

Hey hey!! I saw this tab on your page, and I love the way you write, so I was wondering if you could do dabi x gn!reader, where he and the reader got into a big fight, and he makes reader cry a lot. After about a day or so, they make up, but the reader still won’t smile at him and seems sad, so he decides to help with that? I understand if you don’t want to write it, but I just had to ask! Have an amazing day/night! byee!!

Hi there I'm so so sorry it took me so long to make this! But anyway here you go!  

Dabi x GN!quirkless!reader

Details:

you are 21 in this fic, are quirkless, and live (mostly) /work with the LOV

Now let's get staaaaarted~

One evening, with no terrible events, there was clashing and yelling in the 22nd-floor apartment building. Y/N, who just got back from another day at work, was able to hear the yelling and quite frankly was not having any of this.

Just as they were about to knock on the door, a model-like woman appeared. 

“Well well well look who it is… the dirty little-”

“Save it I’m not up for this shit right now”

“Wow you don’t have to be so bitchy”

YOUR POV

For the love of god if that bottle blond bitch would shut up

“Well maybe if you didn’t act like such a fuckin dumbass who has no understanding of what personal space is maybe I’d be nicer”

Then I walked into my apartment and shut the door in her face 

Then I made my way over to the couch and looked at my phone only to be greeted by 1.5 dozen texts from Dabi

Well. great now I gotta leave again

So I grab my keys and a bag with my stuff and headed out

LE TIME SKIIIIP~

I approach the dark oak wood bar door and knock

Of course Twice has to be an asshole and say: “wHAt’S tHe PaSswOrD?”

“For fucks sake don’t be so loud”

“Ah Y/N! Good to see you again!”

“Just let me in jackass”

The door unlocks and opens to reveal Shigaraki sitting at the bar with the others sitting on the ground.

But Dabi is nowhere to be seen…

“Hey crusty where’s Dabi”

“He’s out right now”

“Then why the fuck did he text me to be here?”

“Hell if I fucking know or care”

“Well that’s just fucking great”

Just then the door combusts into blue flames and falls off it’s hinges to reveal a pissed off Dabi

“What the fuck are you doing here”

“You fucking texted me you burnt ass chicken nugget”

“I didn’t fucking text you”

“Then who the fuck did”

“Not fucking me that’s for sure”

“Wow and I thought you loved me considering you’re MY BOYFRIEND”

My shitty day has already taken a horrific toll on me and now this is making it worse

I suddenly feel that familiar strain and headache coming on that I get when I’m about to cry

“Just fucking go you shouldn’t be here”

“FINE I’LL FUCKING LEAVE THEN!”

I left tears streaming down my face uncontrollably as I ran out of the bar back home

DABI’S POV

“Ok which of you jackasses took my phone and texted them to come here”

Toga was holding her hands behind her back

“Toga hand it over”

“No! I wanted to have them here again because I’m always alone! Besides you 2 are a cute couple and should be seeing each other more”

“You have no business coming between me and them”

“So? They’re MY FRIEND TOO YOU JERK! Besides, you need to apologize for what you said to them!”

“Fine only to get you to shut the fuck up”

YOUR POV 

I walked back to the bar after crying my eyes out at home with my hood over my face to hide that so as to not to worry Toga

I open the door only to be glomped by Toga

“OMG Y/N I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!”

“H-hi Toga”

“N/N”

I look over at Dabi with a resting bitch face 

“Hello Dabi” I said monotonically

He sighed and started talking again “come with me I want to talk to you” and of FUCKING COURSE HE MUMBLED THIS KNOWING I HATE MUMBLING 

HEHEHEHEHEHE LE TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY MY 3 MONTH DEPRESSION INDUCED HIATUS UWU

I followed him into his room and he shut and locked the door 

“Hey I uh-just wanted to uh- a-apologize f-for what I said” he was looking at the floor obviously embarrassed 

“I-I accept y-y-your a-apology”

“Now come here you tiny dork”

I walked over to his open arms and into his embrace 

“Why are you still sad?”

“I feel kinda neutral but fine, I just don’t care to keep an cheery persona right now”

“Well maybe I can make you feel happy again”

All of a sudden im being plopped on his bed and pinned my wrists above my head and started to remove his belt

“Don’t worry it’s not what you think it’s going to be you dirty minded silly goose”

As he had been talking he was tying my wrists to the bedposts and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t move my wrists out 

“Wh-wha-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“See i told you I could make you happy again~”

He it turns out started tickling my sides

“Hmmmmm where to tickle you next~”

“WAIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP”

“Maybe your…tummy? Yeah sounds like a good place”

Then he was tickling me both hands now fluttering his fingers over my abs and all over my torso 

“Awwwwwww look at my little giggle bug~ so cute while under me and laughing”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOREHEHEHEHE I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANT BREAHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHETHE”

“Mmmm yeah no i'm going to keep going cause I wanna keep hearing you laugh. Now I’m going to give you a choice~armpits or hips?”

“NEIEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHTHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHER”

“Well then I guess I’m gonna do both. I was going to let you go after that one spot buuuuut since you wouldn’t pick you get both~ besides I know you actually love this”

“BUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHULLSHIHIHIHIHHHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT”

“Ok now you’re just being vulgar which means extra punishment for you my little giggle bug~”

His hands then moved from my tummy and sides to my armpits and intermittently switching from raspberries on my tummy and neck and fluttering his fingers in my armpits 

“Look how cute you are so helpless and ticklish~ tickle tickle tickle little one.”

“BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Be glad I’m not that bird bastard with those godforsaken feathers of his. Although I might just call him over to help me make you smile permanently again”

“YOUHUHUHUUHUHUHHUHUHUHU WOUHOHOHOHOHOHLDNT DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHARE”

“Now now let’s not get testy here I can have him here within 3 minutes as I KNOW for a fact he’s quite smitten over you”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHSE NOHOHOHHOHOHOHOOHOOOHHHOHOHOHOHO”

“Yeah that does it I’m calling him besides I’ve been trying to fluster you and failing sooooo… I’m gonna give you a quick break while I call him up”

DABI’S POV

I pulled out my phone and called Hawks 

“Hey there what’s up? You never call me! Did you need something?”

“Ok bird brain I’m going to cut to the chase Y/N is not happy because of something I did and I’m trying to cheer them up.”

“Ahh I get ya. I’m actually in the area I can be there in less than a minute”

“Good I kind of need you here to make them be happy again”

HAWK’S POV

Right after I heard the click on the other end I sighed knowing he had said something to them that was really bad and they must have been in a bad mood and I know this because that kid’s got a thick skin

I landed at the entrance of the alley, walked over to the door and knocked

“WhAT’s tHe PaSswOrD”

“God twice no one can take you seriously when you do that. Besides before you ask Dabi called me here”

“Ok! He can’t be trusted!”

He let me in and I walked to Dabi’s room where I (rightfully) assumed where he was and I saw Y/N with their wrists tied to the bed board post still squirming and letting out those adorable residual giggles 

YOUR POV 

I was so grateful for Dabi to FINALLY be done only for Hawks to walk in behind Dabi 

Goddamnit

“Hey kid- wow you’ve got a cute tummy and hips~”

He started walking over to me and discharging feathers from his wings 

“Well well well I can see someone’s been laughing adorably. Man this is gonna be fun~”

“W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait c-c-c-c-c-can’t w-w-w-w-we t-t-t-t-talk a-a-about th-th-this?”

“Nope because you need to get it aaaaaaaaaall out”

Hawks climbed onto the bed while wiggling his fingers towards my tummy and once his fingers made contact it was all over 

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Wow and I’ve barely gotten started how cute~ coochie coochie coo~”

His feathers started tickling my feet, ears, neck, belly button, and armpits and then he started squeezing and scribbling my hips and then gets off to let Dabi get back on to repeat that action of scribbling and squeezing my hips

And who gets put in charge of the teasing?

That's right 

Hawks

“That must tickle a lot Y/N huh?”

“Aww look how cute you are when you squirm! But your smile is even cuter!

This of course continues on for 15 minutes 

And then finally the tickle attack stops 

“So babe how are you feeling?”

“I guess better just tired”

“I love you Y/N”

‘I love you too Dabi”

“Welp imma head out I gots stuff to do”

FIN

I hope this was satisfactory! Thank you for the request!

[rex101111]

I’m all for “Viola in Bayonetta 3 is Jeanne and Ceraza’s magic baby from the future” theory and the reason she’s so taken aback by Luka is that she heard about her uncle Luka from her two moms, and all the stories she heard about him were about an even mix of “he was a sweetheart if a bit of a klutz” and “he was just a dweeby dork, holy shit honey if you met him you couldn’t believe such a disaster of a human being was possible but there he was”   

And she never met him because he died or whatever so this is her first time meeting him and wow her moms weren't kidding, holy shit her uncle is a dork.

Also, Enzo was absolutely the designated babysitter whenever the two of them needed to go on an angel/demon slaying mission. And it drove him crazy. “She’s adorable, she’s precious, a fuckin’ treasure don’t get me wrong. But I thought I was done with diapers and shit and shit in diapers when my own brats grew up! And they couldn’t cast fire magic whenever I tried to feed ‘em!”

(When Viola meets him and recognizes him she sheepishly thanks him and says sorry in advance for the trouble Bayo and Jeanne are going to get him into. “Uh, thanks kid I-wait a fuckin’ minute what do you mean going to get me into!? Kid? Kid!?”)

[aliive-but-not-liiviing]

will bts .. ever let us breathe ,, im so tired . ur telling me that . we are getting RM2 in 2 days . a new single // collab // something ??? soon . bon voyage . burn the stage movie . burn the stage season 2 . airplane pt 2 music video . japanese album . jimin // tae // jungkook solo songs / mixtapes . award season is coming up . being an army is a full time job im exhausted how tf do bts even keep up with themselves

[landofgay]

hey not to be gay but i fucking LOVE my friends so fucking much

[repvblica-blog]

man icb im in lov w talented angelic dorks aka @tiiredbody @filmlaced @calledbeats @frcgfce @bograw @fakedself @fadetcwhite @tozielous @whispersong @etwasisims @inhalcr

[spunsugarmusings]

Ghost Stories Starter Sentences

Starters based off of the english dub of Ghost Stories. Change pronouns as necessary! TW for swearing, drug and sex references, and mean humor.

"Run, she's a ghost AND a bitch!"

"When this bitch kicks, I'm moving to Vegas!"

"I don't care about your cat, he's probably dead."

"[blank] just showed up on the day of our mother's funeral. Our DEAD mother. Do you feel bad now?!"

"Sure! Jackass.."

"Open your books and turn to page whatever."

"Aren't any of you bastards going to help me?!"

"What the fizzity uck was that?"

"Let's fizzity uckin' find out!"

"I hope to god you're adopted."

"If it wasn't for me, your friend would be headlining in heaven."

"Hey I've got an idea! Why don't you come to the scary, isolated payphone on the bad side of town?"

"Time to go Great Santini on his ass!"

"Oh my god what the hell's happening here?! These are the fastest lips I've ever had to sync!"

"There's not enough booze in my office."

"You're an ass! Let us out, you ass!"

"Oh no, not Grand Theft Auto! What would Hillary Clinton say?"

"When are you gonna need another dramatic plot point until you decide to whip out that damn ghost book?"

"I can read! Not well, but I can read."

"It's said that if you find it, you can communicate with the spirit world! But if you order books, they really screw you on the shipping fees."

"Not get out, get saved!"

"Better get some extra napkins with yours."

"Like Jesus, it never stops working for you!"

"You smoked all of it, didn't you?!"

"Wow, that doesn't look threatening at all."

"That's so sweet! In a "you scare the hell outta me", Emily Rose kinda way!"

"The V on my sweater stands for "very big deal"!"

"Violins. Oh no!"

"She's looking straight at us, I don't think we hid very well."

"Those three to four cardboard boxes aren't gonna hold him for long!"

"Lord, reveal your salvation since I am your favorite among these heathens!"

"Deadbeat dads are not cool!"

"Hey man, if you squint it looks like a clown."

"You're here, and you are an idiot."

"Years ago, people went in there and didn't come out. Not unlike your sister."

"I know that you're gay."

"Damn, ever since Lost."

"Bless him, leaving me here alone and defenseless in a cemetery, what a guy!"

“At first I thought it was new drugs, but now I'm wondering if it was those chess club dorks.”

"From what mom says, he's a bull with a foot fetish."

"I thought meth was only bad in Oregon."

"It wasn't meth! It was another damn ghost."

"If there's a cliff on this mountain, I'm pushing both of you off it."

"In school, with adults, with dead people, I am just too popular for my own good."

"Thundercats, ho!"

"Can't tell this was a goddamn anime."

"You are shockingly hateful!"

"What movie are we ripping off again?"

"Sometimes yes means no. And sometimes you're a bitch."

"I'm going fuckin' crazy."

"Hey, maybe if they paid their FUCKIN phone bill you could call again!"

"I'm a size queen from the word go, you know what I'm sayin'?"

"I'd like to be given over to shameful lust!"

"Time to go home, load up that bong, and watch Pokemon!"

"Oh wow, I can't even comprehend how inappropriate this is."

"One day you'll understand the benefits of a good curve."

"Run! Run from yet another Japanese horror knockoff!"

"You know what I hear? I hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up!"

"Why am I doing this?! It's not faithful to my character arc!"

"Butch it up and get the torches!"

[sluttymickey]

*holy fuck, it’s GALLAVICH time* 💖🧑🏻‍🦰🧑🏻💖 - if you had an infinite amount of inspiration and time, what would be the Gallavich fic or art you would create? 💖 (& feel free to send this to anyone you like!)

Okay so i have a couple!!

1. I saw this post MONTHS ago (ss because i had to Google "did you get stuck roof Tumblr" to find it and I'm too lazy to actually locate it on Tumblr

SO. EMT Ian (him being an EMT is not relevant to the story, I just like EMT Ian lol) moves into his own apartment for the very first time. He's a bit overwhelmed w all the moving and the sudden change so he goes to the roof to clear his head and just look at the city for a bit.

And then he gets stuck. And he's like wow fuck. So he somehow manages to call the Building Handyman (Mickey) and get rescued. Mickey immediately laughs and makes fun of him (in his usual Mickey way) and Ian's just ENDEARED for some reason. Who is this (extremely hot) guy, w intriguing tattoos and an ass to die for (because obviously he checks out Mickey's ass while they're getting downstairs)?? And why does Ian want to listen to him bitch and snark for hours immediately??

So he starts needing to get a lot of shit fixed in his apartment. Some stuff 'accidently' starts malfunctioning. He somehow 'mistakenly' orders extra pizza that he's got no one to share with. He 'forgets' his keys multiple times and Mickey has to come help him open the door.

And he thinks he's being SO SLICK but he absolutely has not played it cool. Not even a bit. Mickey's figured it out from Day 1.

But even Mickey is ABSOLUTELY ENDEARED by this dork who makes the worst jokes and comes up with the most dumbass excuses just to hang out w him. Nobody's ever wanted to hang out w him before.

So basically. A lot of dumbass-ery. A lot of pining. A whole lotta bad jokes and Mickey rolling his eyes and laughing at them. Idiots becoming best friends

But then one day. One day Ian has a horrible day at work. And he NEEDS to talk to someone. To Mickey. So he goes to him. No excuse this time. Just a “I need to see you, I don't know where else to go”

And Mickey goes. And he listens. And they talk all night. And Ian falls so hard in love w Mickey. And Mickey feels like he's found someone he wants to talk to forever

This followed by failed/aborted attempts at asking Mickey out, followed by Mickey saying, “Ohmygod GALLAGHER, you're so fucking dumb” and kissing him, followed by “Will you fuckin' go on a date w me?”, followed by happily ever after 😌

Haha haven't thought much about this why do you ask

[nejiraez]

one day, you all will know true peace when i stop making bakugou the default character to the maladaptive daydreamz i write. but until then...

get well soon! | bakugou katsuki

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader // 2.9k words

genre: fluff — contains spoilers from mha chap 298; includes kissing, thats it!

summary: free bakugou until it’s backwards!!! but until then, he appreciates having your presence around as he takes the time to properly heal.

the way i haven’t written a full fic since oct </3... but i needed to post this b4 aquarius season ends tmrrw...

He’s never had to stay this long in a hospital before.

Sure, there were minor check-ins that he had to tend to at the clinics every so often from the injuries he’s received, but he never had to stay more than a few days at hand.

“Only a couple more days until you’re discharged…” 

The sound of your voice prompts Bakugou to shift his gaze away from the TV screen stationed at the corner of his hospital room to focus his sights on you. Deep shades of scarlet watch as your hands absent-mindedly pick at the white petals from the bouquet that his mother had gifted him. 

Carnations, a ‘get well soon’ present that would prompt him back to wellness. They were becoming quite the eyesore. The stems were beginning to droop and dull in colour with how poorly maintained they had been kept for the past week.

“That must be exciting for you, yeah?”

Bakugou shrugs, but he’s quick to regret his slight movement due to the small wince that follows shortly after. Despite being placed in the hospital for a little over a week now, a great mass of Bakugou’s body still aches. “It’s whatever,” he mutters, dismissing the subject matter altogether, “I’ll be back to doing the same crap over again anyway, so it’s nothing special.”

Closing your eyes, you sink yourself further down into your seat near his bedside and sigh. The windows a few steps away from Bakugou’s left allow for the sun’s late afternoon glow to beam into his room. You’ve sat here with him for the past two hours and a half from when you first came.

“You’re so pessimistic, you know that?” You announce, resting your arms against the bed’s side rails, which promote access to you, propping your cheek onto your hands with your face turned towards Bakugou. “Always thinking so negatively.”

Choosing not to respond to your comment, Bakugou soaks in the brief silence shared within the confines of his room.

For the past few days, other than his immediate family, who was relentless about visiting him as much as they could- save for the days where work would pull them away- your regular visits were something that became apart of Bakugou’s daily schedule. 

Wake up. Eat whatever shitty food the kitchen staff has to offer for the day. Wait through numerous check-ups and appointments, while the nurses examine the vital state of his internal organs. And then, he has a bit of free time to himself before either you or any visitor arrives at Hosu General hospital.

“I’m just telling it as it is.”

Bakugou would be lying if he said that he didn’t look forward to your visits.

Like Pavlov’s law, he’s grown conditioned upon awaiting your arrival every day, always finding himself sitting a bit straighter in his bed whenever 15:00 rolled around on the clock. 

Growing bored with not much to do, Bakugou allows his eyes to wander the room, skimming each object with little to no thought before his eyes would drop down on your form once again. With your eyes still closed, Bakugou takes this chance to absorb your presence before him fully. Watching the tiny twitches that would happen every now and then on your face out of curiosity.

The amount of fear and dread that washed over you the moment you caught news of how Bakugou jumped in front of his childhood friend, Midoriya, to spare his life, in turn, putting his own on the line had you aching to the bone. 

You were scared and couldn’t bring yourself to the thought that you would lose him, and there wasn’t much that you could do about it since you and a few others were far from where the main fight had gone down.

Regardless of whether Bakugou had a chance of waking up or not, you were still adamant about swinging by his hospital room as often as you could until the second day where he miraculously woke up. And caused an uproar as he did. He had to be restrained as he tried to check up on the others’ wellbeing as he did so.

To be placed inside of a room alone, with no one around to tell him what the fuck exactly went on, Bakugou was on edge. Hands down, that day would take the cake as being the most overwhelming experience he has had at his time here. Where were was Deku, for starters? And where did you disappear off to? 

He really didn’t deserve you.

Pulling himself out from his thoughts, Bakugou breaks the silence to pester you with something. “Pass me that, will you?” He asks, nodding his head over to the sole snack that sat on his bedside table. Something that one of the nurses left behind for him after his physical exam.

You blink, snapping yourself back to reality. You crane your next behind you, following his line of sight to the bright Tarami packaging. “Sure,” you grab and toss it for him to take.

Bakugou grunts out his gratitude. “Getting to eat normal food again will be the pinnacle of my life,” he states, rolling the Tarami around in his hands. “They feed us nothing but literal dog water and bland shit. “

“I’m sure the staff is trying their best. You aren’t the only mouth they feed in here after all,” you say, referencing the fact that your other peers, such as Todoroki and Midoriya to name a few, found themselves in the same situation as he did. 

“I fuckin’ guess,” he mutters in response, his focus shifted onto trying to rip open his snack but to no avail.

“Want me to - ”

“Don’t need it,” he says, cutting your sentence short. His bandaged thumbs are still fumbling to get a good grip on the plastic seal that stood in the way between him and his fruit cup. “This stupid gauze is just - ” The cup tumbles out from his hold and rolls out onto his lap. “Dammit!”

You smile at the display in front of you. Bakugou glaring at the container as if it had crossed him wrong was quite the sight to see. The fact that he has shown no signs of making another attempt at opening the seal gave you an indication that it was your turn to step in.

What a dork.

“Jesus, Katsuki,” you say, shaking your head at his stubborn nature. You take the fruit cup off his lap and, without issue tear the seal off before passing it back to him. He was too headstrong for his own good sometimes. “Nobody’s gonna bite you if you ask for help once in a while.”

Bakugou scoffs - losing steam now, he tips the rim of the cup against his lips, knocking back as many diced peaches he could fit inside of his mouth.

A mix of wonder and admiration suddenly crosses you as you study how quick he is to swallow down his food. Not even bothering to make use of the silver spoon left astray on the stand.

Bakugou silently chews. His cheeks have bulked up in size for the time being until all traces of food have been gone. Cute. “You’re so - ” You start but cut yourself short, wanting to enjoy the serene atmosphere rather than spurring him to the edge towards nagging at you.

You reach your hand out towards Bakugou, thumb grazing the corner of his mouth to clean the small mess he has made, to which he gently swats your hand away. His mannerisms were still the same as ever, never changing.

“I’m so what?” He asks, flicking his attention onto you as he watches the way your eyes linger on his face.

“You’re so amazing, was what I was going to say.” 

“Damn straight.”

You half-heartedly roll your eyes at his narcissistic response and reach for your phone, checking the time. “Wow, it’s now getting to 18:00?” You exclaim, swiftly entering the passcode to your iPhone and so that your fingers could scroll to the Tokyo Train Navigation app to check the times of when you should catch the next ride home.

Bakugou brows bump together in confusion at your surprise. “What about it? That means you’re ditching me already?” 

“Only for today though, the next train is coming in 30 minutes, and I gotta catch it before it gets dark out.”

As much as Bakugou isn’t a big fan of having your time spent together but abruptly short, he understands where you’re coming from, mentally putting himself in your shoes. 

At hours like these, when the begins to sun hide behind the city’s tall, towering buildings, it isn’t an ideal situation to have you walking out alone in the middle of dimly lit streets where villains may lurk at any corner. Especially after the shit show that went down this past week with the jailbreak.

He’d have no problem walking you home at times like this, but he can’t. Not when he’s on a “house arrest” list with the staff of the hospital.

“Fine,” he replies, dropping his head into his hands, which then finds purchase through his hair. Pissed with the cards he’s been dealt with. Feeling like he should clarify about your safety, Bakugou pipes up, “Make sure you ask the front desk to have one of their idiot guards walk you to the station. I hear that they do that.”

“Yeah, of course,” you say, collecting your belongings from the ground. “Not trying to be edited in with the clouds.” A remark that was supposed to prompt a lighthearted, humorous feel to the conversation, but Bakugou remains tight-lipped as ever. A fitting expression for your grouch of a boyfriend.

“I’m serious. Text me when you get home too.”

“And so am I! I love my life.”

And he loves you-- was something that Bakugou refrains himself from saying. It was something that he still had trouble saying verbally but had no difficulty expressing.

You walk towards the door, ready to bid your counterpart a farewell, but he beats you to the punch.

“The hell are you doing?” Bakugou’s voice halts you from making your grand exit.

He stares at you sharply from his bed. Glowering with jaw taut as he eyes your hand placed onto the sliding door. “Cut that shit out, come back.”

“For why?”

You hear Bakugou breathe out a hushed hiss, becoming peeved at how evasive you were when he knew for a fact that you were aware of what he wanted you to do for him. “Come and do the thing.”

At his sudden inquiry, you finally turn around to face him. “What thing?” You prod, wanting to hear him say what he wanted out loud. To be straightforward with you for once rather than dancing around the topic like he always does.

Sidestepping the multiple wires and the IV tube that he was hooked up to, at last, you close the distance between you both. Finding yourself back beside Bakugou’s bed, and now settle yourself down onto the small space that he has created for you on his mattress. 

You feel giddy. A hazy warmth exudes from your chest that spreads down to your toes as you watch the slow change of pigmentation in Bakugou’s face. Blotches of a soft, rosy pink littered his exposed neck, indicating the effect that had over him.

Caving in, Bakugou swallows down his pride and utters, “Kiss me…” His tone is wavering in the slightest.

There it was.

Propping your hand near Bakugou’s face to steady yourself, you nod. You’re gentle in the process as you move much closer to Bakugou, attentive as not to brush up against any of his wounds. “Okay,” you murmur. 

You think to yourself about how pretty looks from your point of view. Admiring how Bakugou's plush and soft skin was despite the light bruises and scratches he’s gained from the fight, he looked very well-maintained for a hospital patient.

The more time that you take, you become aware of the fact that Bakugou isn’t above taking a fistful of your shirt and tugging you down so that you could meet his lips. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise you if he were to do so right now.

But he doesn’t. 

Instead, he waits. Patiently, for you to make your move and just fucking kiss him already. Though there’s only so much he can take before he breaks.

Feeling the bed dip beside him, Bakugou could damn near feel his heart hammering against his chest. “Hurry up and get on with it will you,” he chides, his striking features already beginning to twist into an unreadable expression.

You laugh, unable to bite back your giggles as the male fixed you with his signature scowl. “Look at you, being a bully to the person you want a kiss from...” You say, leaning in close, now only hovering a few mere centimetres from his lips, both of you desperate for what would come next.

“You’re so mean, I swear.”

And that’s when you decide to close the distance, pressing your lips together.

It was quite sweet, literally, for his lips tasted of citrus.

Bakugou does a poor job at suppressing down his groan the moment your fingers wind themselves into his hair. The pads of your fingertips adoringly dance across his scalp.

The kiss starts off relatively chaste, both of you relishing in each other’s warmth as you pepper several small kisses against him—your stomach ties into knots as you experience how gentle he was being with you.

Despite the dull aching pains that Bakugou could still perceive whenever he made broad movements with his arm, his hand steadily finds its way to reach up towards your neck, pressing you further against him to deepen the kiss, swiping his tongue upon your lower lip. 

When your tongue comes into contact with his, it’s tentative and quick. And then it happens a few more times before fully feel comfortable enough to full-on kiss Bakugou.

Your thought process was growing muddled. Not a clear premise came to mind as his bandaged hand trails to the small of your back and back up again.

With every sound or hum of approval that you made way past your lips, it fed Bakugou’s desire to satisfy both you and his needs even. His thumb smooths over the curve of your jaw, easing your nerves each time you shyly pull away attributable to the great intimacy that swirled between you both.

He chases your lips, fervent on returning your energy that you were relaying to him, back tenfold. He loves you. So fucking much, and he only hopes that his appreciation and devotion may reach you.

You choke on a tiny gasp. “Katsuki - ” And that’s when he feels it, right in his chest. It’s as if he has been jump-started back to life, his heart quite literally skipping a beat at the sound of his name tumbling past your lips. It was adorable, and he wanted to hear you like that again. Say his name like that again, on loop without end.

Fuck.

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, your breathing was starting to grow laboured now, and you decide to break the kiss before things can escalate and before you miss your train.

Pulling away from Bakugou, the traces of confidence that you once had prior to the kiss have all but flung itself out the window, completely gone now. “I’ll, uhm -” You stammer over your words, brain trying to compose a proper sentence in spite of your current dazed state. “I’ll be back to see you again, with the others.”

With how flustered and scatterbrained you were acting, it stroked Bakugou’s ego beyond belief. A wicked smile threatens to split upon his face, but he bites it down along with his greed to ask for one more kiss before you go. “Tomorrow,” he affirms, flicking his eyes back towards the TV—an entirely new show publicized on its screen.

You hoist yourself up from the bed and stand to your feet, ignoring how your knees almost buckle. “Right,” you say. No fucking way were you this beat up over making out with your own boyfriend, for crying out loud- you thought as you wander towards the door, almost taking out one of the monitors in your trail. 

Sliding the door open you step out, but you poke your head back in, stalling a bit so that you could look at the blonde for the last time that day. “But until then, get well soon, okay?” 

Bakugou’s eyes stay glued to the screen, trying to distract himself from how damn sweaty his palms were, that or how he could feel the beat of his heart pick up in tempo. Its incessant pounding was all too much for him.

It’s so stupid how whipped he found himself to be nowadays. “I know,” he dismisses, a bit all too quickly. He wants your ass out before you have a chance to glance at the heart monitor he was wired up to.

Fortunately enough for him, you don’t. You wave and close the door behind you, your smile being the last thing he sees.

With the coast clear, Bakugou throws himself back onto his mountain of pillows. “Shit,” he curses, panting out a sigh of relief seconds after you were gone.

That was amazing, you were amazing, he thought, recounting the kiss. He swipes his palms against his sheets, being sure to get rid of any nitroglycerin that may linger to activate his quirk successfully.

Bakugou can’t stress how much he’s aching for nightfall to come, knowing that he would be one sleep from getting to see you again, and again, and again, until he would finally be let free.

But until then, as you had said, he had to heal.

And with the knowledge of you being around whenever he needed you the most, Bakugou was most definitely on the bright path to a speedy recovery.

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

All Parts

Part 23:

Smirking, you hit send, already knowing your response would get him riled up.

You could imagine the look on his face, his pinched eyebrows and the slight tilt of his grimace. The red of his unamused eyes and the clenched set of his annoyed jaw. 

It was thoughts like those that led you to text him- not even ten minutes after you had left. You’d blame it on how boring being in a taxi was- but you knew the truth. You just weren’t ready to say good night to him yet. 

You snorted.

Sometimes it slipped your mind just how juvenile and funny Bakugou could be- but he never really let you forget for long.

You let out a full on laugh this time- eyes scanning to re-read and re-read a, quite frankly, unbelievable, text.

You suppose it was your fault though, you can’t exactly act surprised when Bakugou has already proven himself to be notoriously bad at saying sorry.

A pause. A long pause. 

And then a flurry of angry texts that arrive faster than you can read them.

Incoming Call - Bakugou :)) 9:21

You smirk, hardly surprised he reacted. The only thing Bakugou liked more than arguing with you, you had come to learn, was hearing you sing his praises. And- since you cut those short, all there was left for him to do was yell at you.

You were surprised that he called you though, and you picked up with an easy smile.

“You really enjoy gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves, hah?”

“Aww, Bakugou, you called me!”

“I told you I didn’t fuckin’ like that, idiot. Quit it already.”

“Which part- the making fun of you, or the calling you by your last name?” You ask cheekily. “I’m an idiot, you know, so you have to be real specific!”

“Wow, look at you,” Bakugou scoffs. “All fuckin’ happy and cheery. Hilarious.”

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy, angry man!” You tease. “Today was a good day, wasn’t it?”

He’s quiet for a couple seconds.

“You were cryin’.” He huffs, voice low and- guilty? “How fuckin’ happy could it really have been?”

You blink, blindsided once again by how much he cares. You suppose you really shouldn’t have been surprised at this point- but then again, your soulmate does seem to be pretty invested in hiding it.

“I was- I know.” You say softly. “Still a good day, though. Still good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You smile, settling back in your seat. “I didn’t set your healing back too much, right?”

“No. Fuckin’ course not.” He grumbles. “What? Think I’m a goddamn weakling or something?”

“No, no- of course not. Just wanted to ask is all.”

“I’m good.” Bakugou says, but something in his voice sounds a little more tired than normal. “Fuckin’ better than ever, sunshine.”

“I-I like when you call me that.” You flush, leaning your head against the window. “Sunshine, I mean.”

Bakugou scoffs again, but you sort of think it sounds like a laugh.

“Course you’d take it as a compliment.” He gripes, but the exhaustion slips into his voice again. “Fuckin’ dork.”

“Hey! I am not!” You whine, but then you pause, lowering your voice a little. “Hey- Kasuki?”

He only hums in response.

“You sound a little tired? You all good, angry man?”

“It’s like 9:30- usually asleep by now ‘sall.” He breathes out, words more subdued than you’re used to. “I’m good, though.”

“You sure? Because I can hang up! I’m sure I’ve already exhausted you so much today, so it’s totally okay if-“

“Stay on the fuckin’ phone, idiot.”

Bakugou calls you a name- that same name, idiot, that he’s called you since day one; but something feels different about it this time.

Maybe it’s the sleep in his voice, or the way he’s finally not yelling anymore, but you think you finally begin to see the name for what it is: Familarity. Fondness. Affection- if only in that specific Bakugou Katsuki brand of plausible deniability.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay- I can do that.” You answer easily.

“You actually listenin’ to me?” He says sleepily, words almost slurring as they leave his mouth. “Didn’t know you could fuckin’ do that.”

“Hey, I gotta listen to somebody at some point today- I certainly didn’t listen to Kirishima earlier.”

“Yeah, that was a fuckin’ good choice, though. He was bein’ an ass. Made me mad.”

“It wasn’t his fault, I don’t think he knew. So don’t get too mad at him.” You smile. “He seems like a good friend, though. I like him.”

“That’s- don’t say that.” He grumbles. “Annoys the hell outta me.”

You rolled your eyes but your chest warms.

“Chill out, you know I like you more, angry man.”

You expected him to deny it; to argue and scream and rebuff your insinuation by all means necessary- but he doesn’t.

“Damn straight, shitty woman.”

“You know what,” You laugh. “I’m just gonna let that last mean name go. I’m feelin’ pretty generous today.”

“Why?”

“Special occasion.”

“Whatsa- what’sa,” His voice is barely there, all grumble and drowsiness. “Whatsa special occasion?”

“Meeting my soulmate.”

“Mhm.”

Bakugou’s barely responsive at this point, but it doesn’t bother you. You decide then, in the back of a taxi, that you appreciate the sound of his breathing more than anyone else’s. More than your own, even.

“Yep- he’s loud, like super loud. Angry too. Super angry.” You say indulgently. “But he’s good. Really good.”

Bakugou doesn’t say anything, but you hear his breathing beginning to slow a little, and he grumbles. You can’t keep the smile out of your voice as you continue.

“And, apparently he’s pretty heroic too. Saves kids and defeats villians and nearly kills himself while he’s at it. Isn’t that crazy?” You lower your voice, nearly whispering. “I’m super proud of him though- I could never do that.”

You pause, listening to the soft breathes coming through you’re phone. You’re fairly certain he’s asleep- pretty sure he couldn’t successfully fake snores that little if he tried. You supposed it’s a little ironic- that such soft, little, kitten snores could come from a man who spends the whole day roaring like a lion. 

You press the phone a little closer to your ear, curling up around it.  

“I like him, though. I like him a whole lot.”

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gettin close to the end, folks, it’s all fluff frum hereeeee

[dadsbongos]

Katsuki Bakugou having an airhead gf for about 1130 words

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Katsuki Bakugou/Reader Warnings: airhead shit ig, I just got diagnosed, so I gave you ADHD because :D Summary: Katsuki never thought he’d be a fan of airheads, but here he was - holding one in his arms like he’d lose her anytime. ~~~

“Why the wide smile, dork?” Katsuki side-eyed his girlfriend.

“Because,” (Y/n) giggled, squeezing tighter at her boyfriend’s - admittedly sweaty - hand, “you came with me! You don’t usually do that.”

“Whatever,” he gruffed, “I just wanted to spend time with my girlfriend, that a damn crime?”

“No! You should do it more often,” the girl smiled, “Like all the time.”

“Maybe you’ll start training with me, hah?” the blond teased.

“No way,” (Y/n) immediately pouted as the couple walked down the street from their dorms, “Your training’s crazy! I think I'd die…”

“You wouldn’t die, dumbass,” Katsuki huffed, “I didn’t date you just to kill you.”

“I’d hope so,” the girl mumbled quietly.

~~

Tracing over the hand laid against her stomach, (Y/n) closed her eyes with a small smile as Katsuki pressed his cheek to her shoulder. Fresh slivers of golden sunlight peeked through the boy’s blinds as morning arose to wake the couple. Katsuki, for as much as he wanted to deny it, found it hard to sleep without (Y/n) - without her warmth and comfort. Something in the body he could hold so close to his was inexplicably soothing.

Neither party was asleep anymore, simply basking in the glow of morning as soft sheets spread over their lackadaisical bodies. (Y/n) turned the hand over her midsection to face palm-up and began gently running her fingers over the firm flesh there as well.

“You have pretty soft hands, Kacchan.”

“It’s some shit with my Quirk, I don’t get it,” he mumbled, “Don’t get me started on the suppository shit, that made me so pissed to find out.”

“What’s the suppository stuff about?” (Y/n) quirked a brow, looking to her boyfriend despite his eyes being closed.

“Anal fissure rectification,” Katsuki pressed his lips into a thin line, knowing he’d have to rephrase or his girlfriend wouldn’t understand, “Tears in your asshole get healed with nitroglycerin and since my sweat’s so similar, I bet it’d work too.”

“Gross,” the girl fake gagged, still drawing circles in her boyfriend’s palm, “That sucks. I’m sorry you had to learn that.”

“Helps with chest pain too, so it’s not complete shit,” Katsuki huffed, shifting so he was even closer to his girlfriend, “But that was horsecock to find out.”

“I love the way you phrase things.”

“I try.”

~~

“Man, Bakugou,” Denki murmured, watching as (Y/n) and Momo battled on the other side of the gym, “I didn’t know (L/n) was so strong. Kind of inspiring, now I wanna be more like her.”

Katsuki’s brows furrowed, he loved (Y/n) - dearly - but, “I saw her drop a pizza and cry about it for thirty minutes last night.”

~~

“If I illegally download a movie in the Bahamas, does that make me a pirate in the Caribbean?” (Y/n) suddenly asked as Katsuki was doing his homework.

Pausing, the blond turned in his chair to look his lover in the eyes, blinking at her twice before sighing, “Did you take your Adderall today?”

“...maybe…”

~~

“I hope I get run over,” Katsuki grumbled, reading off the pairings for the newest team-building exercise.

“Aw, don’t say that!” (Y/n) cheered, patting her beau’s back, “Kaminari isn’t all bad, he’s super nice!”

“You’re just lucky you got Ponytail, she’s the only useful extra here,” the boy huffed.

“Hey,” (Y/n) puffed out her cheeks.

“Stop whining,” Katsuki rolled his eyes, ignoring the calls of his name from a certain electric blond, “You’re not an extra, I don’t see why you’re pissed.”

“I’m not?!”

“Fuck no, I wouldn’t date a nobody.”

~~

“If a whole zoo escaped, what would be your top priority?” Mina suddenly blurted out.

Just as (Y/n) went to say ‘ducks’, Katsuki answered, “Tigers and lions, duh.”

“Right,” the girl nervously chuckled, “Obviously.”

~~

“Katsuki?”

“What?” the boy turned to his girlfriend, slightly disturbed as she never called him by his proper legal name since realizing she didn't have to.

“I’m scared,” (Y/n) fiddled with her fingers, “I threw a boomerang a few years ago and it didn’t come back, what if it hits me and knocks me out while I’m in class? Or while I’m on a mission?”

Katsuki’s face dropped into a deadpan, “Are you joking?”

“No.”

“Alright, come here, I’ll tell you a secret,” he waited for her to come closer, “I destroyed the boomerang,” at (Y/n)’s shocked face, he nodded solemnly, “It came in while you were sleeping a few weeks ago, I didn’t say anything cuz I knew you’d flip the fuck out.”

“Wow!” (Y/n) smiled brightly, taking her boyfriend into a tight hug, “You’re so cool, Kacchan!”

“I know.”

~~~

Looking over her study guide for the upcoming economics unit, (Y/n)’s brows furrowed, “Inflation? Isn’t that like… a kink?”

Katsuki’s head snapped over to his girlfriend as she sat at her desk, “Tell me you’re joking right now.”

~~

“If I was hiding from a killer, I’d just hide in the pantry!” (Y/n) beamed, “That way, I could eat while hiding, it’s simple.”

“Yeah, then the killer could hear you opening loudass chip bags, it’s genius,” Katsuki sighed.

~~

“I hate everyone in this school,” Katsuki grunted.

(Y/n) frowned, “Even me?”

“I said everyone, (Y/n), not every ten.”

~~

“Someone’s gotta talk to Denki about the birds and the bees,” Hanta shook his head, “Not gonna be me.”

“Huh?” Denki queried a brow, “A talk about what and who?”

“I’ll teach you about the birds and bees,” (Y/n) nodded sadly, placing a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “They’re disappearing at an alarming rate.”

~~

“The recipe says to beat three eggs,” (Y/n) read off the box of brownies.

“At what?” Katsuki snorted, “Hand-to-hand combat?”

“Has to be,” his girlfriend seriously replied, “Aizawa banned Quirks in the kitchen.”

~~

“Wanna hear a sad joke, Kacchan?”

“Why fuckin’ sad?”

“Oh, autocorrect, I meant dad.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at (Y/n), “This is a verbal conversation.”

~~

(Y/n) looked up from the bed sheets in the nurse's room, “You can call it a near-death experience, Recovery Girl, but I call it a vibe check from God.”

Katsuki immediately shook his head, “Stop… please stop.”

~~

“Stress is not good for the baby!” (Y/n) shouted, gripping at the sides of her head.

Katsuki looked over, “What baby?!”

“Me!” the girl sniffled slightly, looking on the verge of tears with her study guide and notes spread out on her desk, “I’m the baby.”

Awkwardly looking away, Katsuki clenched his eyes shut before throwing his arms open and wrapping them tightly around his anxious girlfriend, “Tell me when the stress levels are down, you big baby.”

“Thanks, Kacchan.”

“Whatever, nerd.”

~~

“Hey, does it smell like gas in here?”

(Y/n) pat herself down before pulling out a lighter and igniting it, “Nah.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened as his girlfriend casually placed the lighter back in her coat pocket, “Oh my fucking God.”

~~

“Careful with my emotional baggage,” (Y/n) reminded Eijiro as he loaded her things into the trunk, “It’s designer.”

“He knows,” Katsuki rubbed at the bridge of his nose, “You say it every time.”

(Y/n) nodded, as if her boyfriend was stupid, “Because it’s funny every time, Kacchan.”

[onemillioncranes]

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