#you make me laugh and i am comforted whenever i see you on my dash my notifs or my messages 😭🫶🤍

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

i really wanna, wanna, wanna just dance ♡

for @senor-hoberto 🌷| cr. 0613data

[honestlyimstilllivinginthe90s]

"Enemies" to lovers with Matt | Aching |

thank you so much @fl3wers for the request!! sorry it took so long my love, college was on my ass 😭

warnings: all lowercase, angsty with a dash of fluff, slow-burn/pining

word count: 1.2k

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he was just annoying. not necessarily mean or cruel. and you didn't hate him but he was so gorgeous and so unavailable that you didn't know whether to jump his bones or smack him. not that you'd do either of course. he's nicks brother.

you knew that matt was an anxious person, quiet at times too. maybe you freaked him out with how you talked nonstop whenever you got passionate about things, and maybe the way you always forgot where you put things made him impatient, and maybe the fact that you still talked to him even though you drove him crazy just pushed him into hating you more.

“why are you still here, don't you have a home to go back to?” matt asked, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his hands gripping the door frame above his head as he tilted his head like an inquisitive puppy.

“why? you sick of me already sunshine?” you teased, poking his ribs as you rolled your eyes, brushing past him to grab your keys.

“hey! where are you going?” he asked immediately, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist to pull you back to him. you immediately pulled his arm away from you, ignoring your heart pounding from his simple touch.

“you just asked me to leave dipshit.” you teased, looking at him with a dead stare, your arms crossed. he rolled his eyes at you but you cut him off before he could protest.

“I'm going home” you replied matter-of-factly, his eyes bore into yours before they moved to scan your face. you could've sworn they lingered on your lips for a moment but why would they? omfg focus.

“its past two am.” he stated.

“well done, you can tell the time bernard.”

he rolled his eyes at you, his jaw clenching. fuck why did have to look like that. you turned away from him, moving to grab your jacket but matt stepped in front of you, your head crashing into him. you shove him gently, his hands wrapping around your wrists in annoyance.

“I'm not letting you go home this late, it's too dangerous” he shook his head, a light blush dusting his cheeks, “nick would never forgive me if anything happened to you” he muttered, “stop being stubborn and accept me actually being nice to you for once”

you blushed, looking down at your feet. you hated that he was right, and you hated that he was being nice and you hated his beautiful face.

“fine” you spit out, like the word was on fire in your mouth.

“you can stay in my bed.” he said like it was obvious, letting your wrists go before swiping your keys from the counter and walking away, leaving you standing in the kitchen.

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you ignored his instruction, walking to nicks room instead to ask if you could stay with him. you opened the door, sighing as you see chris's head above the covers with nick snoring beside him. fuck chris and never sleeping in his own bed.

you sighed, closing the door and preparing your stuff to sleep on the sofa but to your surprise, you find matt laying on the sofa, his head resting on his arm as he scrolled through his phone.

“go to your bed matt” you sighed, hitting him on the head with a spare pillow. he laughed at your attack, throwing a cushion back at you.

“see this is why I'm not nice to you, you're never grateful” he smirked, “I told you to take my bed, I'm okay here.”

“you can't tell me what to do bernard” his jaw clenched at the nickname, his eyes closing in frustration.

“fine.” he groaned.

he got up, moving his stuff from the sofa. you hopped on the sofa the second he got off and started making yourself comfortable when you noticed matt do the same on the floor beside you.

“matt what the fuck, go to bed” you laughed. he ignored you, placing down his pillow (and stuffed animal) and getting comfortable.

“you're not the only one who can be stubborn” he smirked, looking up at you smugly as he pulled his blanket around his shoulders.

“youre ridiculous” you rolled your eyes but your cheeks gave you away. you laid back down so he could no longer see your blushing cheeks. you longed to see his face as he continued his teasing but didn’t trust yourself to not kiss him to shut him up.

“youre the one who passed up my gracious offer.” he teased.

“and you're the one who'd rather sleep on the floor than his own bed just to spite me” you teased back, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. there were a couple beats of silence before matt spoke again.

“it's not to spite you”

“what's it for then?” you asked shyly, turning on your side so you were facing towards him, despite still not being able to see his face, just the tips of his hair.

“I don't want to be alone” he whispered.

you quietened, looking down at him shyly.

“you must be pretty lonely if you'd rather have me for company than be alone”

“shut up” he laughed, throwing a pillow at you as you keel over, holding your tummy in laughter.

you both continued your conversation into the night, laughing and joking like you were childhood best friends. it almost felt like a sin, a secret crime committed by your forbidden friendship. you left behind your roles as rivals and simply existed in dumb jokes and embarrassing stories and fond memories.

the night made him softer and it made it harder for you to pretend to hate him. you wished that you were next to him, that you were in his bed with him and that you could hold his hand and play with his hair. you hated how he made you feel like a dumb child with a crush, craving domesticity.

you listened to him tell you about a hockey game where he ended up being sent off (again), his voice lulling you to sleep. everything in you ached for him, you craved closeness and sleepily you reached down for him.

matt noticed your outstretched arm hanging off the sofa. he reached to hold your hand, his heart aching for you close to him but stopped himself, blush rising on his cheeks.

you couldn't have possibly been reaching for him because this wasn't a movie where the boy ends up with his brothers best friend. he turned over, silently cursing himself for starting a dumb rivalry with you instead of kissing you when he got the chance. and so he fell asleep wishing that you had taken his bed so he could've laid with you instead of regretting his choices.

when you woke up, his stuff was gone and you realised he went back to his bed at some point during the night. you sighed, thinking that maybe you two were finally going to drop the facade. that maybe you were what he wanted and not the dumb fights. and so you stared up at the ceiling and wondered if your late night talk was all in your dreams when you should have been waking up with him instead.

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Can I please request Ivy, Goldmary, and Alear(because I always have to include Pepsi chan in my requests, you write her too well) with a faceless changeling S/O who's love language is turning into the character?

Like they love them so much, they feel the most comfortable as them. I think that'd be neat

(FE: Engage) Ivy, Goldmary, and Alear with a shapeshifting S/O

NGL I'd be freaked tf OUT if I saw that. And thank you for the kind words about Alear! When it comes to Fire Emblem characters, I feel obligated to make sure they're in-character as possible. It'd be an insult to my love for the series to do any less.

Ivy was startled when S/O first changed shapes right in front of her.

Truth be told, she felt she should be a little less surprised, considering what was in this world already. Gods, heroes from another world, magic.

Yet here she was, shocked by the fact there was a shapeshifter.

Ivy didn't mind S/O being a changeling, though she was curious as to what they looked like naturally.

What she did mind was the fact another Ivy was next to her as they were cuddling.

(Ivy) "...S/O."

(Ivy?) "Yes?"

(Ivy) "I...I understand that you're comfortable with me, to the point you are me...Um...How do I put this?"

The fact the other Ivy was tilting their head so curiously, something she would never do was throwing her completely off.

(Ivy) "It's strange. As if I'm staring into a mirror that is not mimicking my own actions."

(Ivy?) "Sorry, I can change if you wa-"

(Ivy) "No, please. I am quite flattered that you even want to turn into me it's...please keep this between us. I do not need Somniel screaming in terror from a second me."

(Ivy?) "Ha, alright."

She didn't mention it, but she also felt quite self conscious.

Was her chest that big...?

(Goldmary) "Why, it's no shock that you decided to transform into perfection!"

The other Goldmary began pouting.

(Goldmary?) "That is not why I changed into you, Goldmary..."

It was honestly a bit jarring for her doppleganger to sound exactly like her, but have their manner of speech to be completely off.

(Goldmary) "Who can blame you? I am quite beautiful!"

Goldmary becomes extremely happy whenever S/O transforms into her. Imitation is the greatest sign of flattery, after all!

And she had no idea she was so comfortable to snuggle into!

And so beautiful when she was smiling too!

Author's note: I can only write Goldmary admiring herself before an ego singularity forms and swallows this post whole, this whole bit goes on for a while, you get the idea.

(Alear) "Huh...that's what I look like?"

(Alear?) "Beautiful? Yes, yes you do look like that!"

Alear giggled sheepishly, her hand covering her mouth.

(Alear) "It's a little weird, hearing my own voice say that. But...thank you. Are you sure you're alright with this though?"

(Alear?) "Of course! I choose who I transform into, and I chose you for a reason!"

The other Alear gave her a peck on the cheek. While the gesture was quite affectionate and made her heart flutter, it was still really weird.

(Alear) "Thanks, it means a lot to me, and to you I'm sure. Someday, I want to see your true form, you know. That's who I love the most, after all."

The other Alear now shared her same blushing smile.

(Alear?) "Hah, you're such a smoothtalker...!"

Marth materialized next to the real Alear, eyeing the situation currently unfolding.

(Marth) "Wow, this is a confusing sight."

(Alear?) "You know who the real one is, right Marth?"

(Marth) "Yes, but it's like I'm seeing Alear speak into the mirror. Thank goodness she isn't actually like this by herself..."

(Alear) "Hah, I couldn't imagine...I am quite dashing though, don't you think me?"

(Alear?) "Why yes, yes you are!"

Marth playfully rolled his eyes as he disappeared, both Alear's laughing at their antics.

(Alear) "Oh! This should go without saying, but don't let Vander, Framme, or Clanne see us like this. I think they'd begin frothing at the mouth if they saw two of me."

(Alear?) "...Oh gods, I didn't even think of that. Where do we even go? People would be confused if they saw two Divine Dragons!"

(Alear) "...Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

[zahraaziza]

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[kyeomyun]

It's Time For Me To Go...

pairings: child!san x child!reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff if you squint, HEAVY ANGST, thriller/horror sorta, also comfort if you squint REALLY hard

warnings: major character death (sorry), mentions of sharp objects and being in a hospital, a patient with cancer, i think that's it ;-;

word count: 2.2k

synopsis: you were lonely, he was lonely, nothing could go possibly wrong for San wanting to make a new friend during his small hospital stay, right?

::note: this was inspired from the YouTuber "Snarled" so.. yeah :))

:::note: this is a rewrite of my favorite pieces I once had on insta so... i hope you enjoy it <3

Choi San.

The last few words he heard from his mother continue to rang through his ears. A new kind of tinnitus as the words did not stop clogging his ear drums. Even when they became so tired of the constant voice.

"You're staying here for just a few days, love. I will be back after my job, ok?"

Choi San.

The boy that blames his mom. Not because of what happened. But because she left him here for too long... A little too long. Long enough to leave him to experience at first-hand what he had to withhold.

But I am getting ahead of myself.

Choi San simply just a child with such a pure and sweet heart. Such a gentleman at such a young age.

Choi San, only 7 years old, was laying on a hospital bed wearing a blue gown.

At such the fresh years of 7, it was not a major cause for him to be spending countless nights in a room that smelt like almost every element that was on the periodic table. The bed was stiff; surely stiff enough to straighten his back quite a bit. One less thing he needs to work on in the future, huh? Guessing his mom leaving him in this hell wasn't THAT bad..

The reason he even ended up with stickers with attached wire sticking to his upper body was simply because his mother grew worried of San at night.

At night where the sun would rest for hours, he would be as well. Well... until he wasn't. The sudden lack of exchange of carbon dioxide and oxygen making him jolt awake with a rapid pounding against his ribcage, heaving until his breathing became even just like before he closed his eyes. Like before he arrived home after dashing around the park, his laughs being high-pitched.

"Sleep apnea," the doctor predicted just a few weeks before San went to his sleep studies to see if this so called "Sleep apnea" was the imposter of his sleepless evenings. The cause of the eyebags that the children at his table would sometimes gawk at but he wouldn't care or pay no mind. Just simply blink lazily at the video that talked about the various costs of coins and colorful papers his mom would exchange for the seaweed soup he would slurp down on his birthdays..

Now, day 4 of his sleep studies passes on. The monitors that latch onto his body growing quite irritating to his honey-like skin, leaving angry red marks that signs irritation.

But even though his skin felt as if fire ants munched onto it until they got their fill,  there was always one pondering thought that restlessly jogged San's mind.

Who was the person behind those curtains?

You see, San laid in a room full of other children as well. but there is one secluded space where the curtains would be drawn opened and he would see.. a child.

The child would just lay there, playing with their small fingers and would sometimes return back San curious gaze and stare whenever they senses his eyes.

But most of the time, they would just watch the other kids play around.

Today was nothing out of the norm, but today was the day where San would let this jogging question rush out of his mouth and into the wilderness. He needed to know or else his nights would not be disrupted by just his respiratory struggles.

"Ms.Park?" started the boy. His voice almost small like his figure that has now left his body dent in the hospital tough mattress.

He waited for her small hum before he continued on. "Who are they and why do your eyes always seem red after you leave their room?" his finger darted towards the window which the girl was clearly seen, fingers nipping the skin a bit.

Forgot to add, yes, San did take note of the puffy skin below the nurses moist eyes. Eyes heavily irritated by the stinging of salty tears that she prevented to leave any further than the tip of her cheekbones.

"Ah..." she sighed. the dreadful tone made San turn towards her. "That's y/n. They have been here for a while." She responded back to the curious young boy. But this sparked something in San.

"Can I go play with them? They must be lonely.." Ms.Park cracked a gentle smile, allowing San to boost up on his feet and make his way towards the small room where heart monitors beeped and many sharp tools were kept put away.

"Hello!" San beamed right after he stepped foot into your room.

Your eyes lit up. As if you didn't have that contact that you longed for since... forever. That longing being in arms distance now made your heart glow gold to actually talk to someone who.. seemed about your age at least.

For the past 4 months, you have only responded with short "yes" or "no" and majority of the time, the topic at hand was just not something a 1st grader like you would not even ponder about.  It's not like you were prohibited to make contact with anyone. Children that often judge before action just never thought to strike a date for playing with dolls or simply just exchanging names and interests.

You would sometimes give the kids a small wave but they would never wave back.

So having someone here willingly was almost like the dream you wanted for the past months.

"Hi.." you responded back in almost a whisper. San stepped even closer to you, his dimpled smile making you beam. He didn't seem.. judging.. of you like the other kids.

The other kids would always look at you as if you were some kind of alien. Maybe because of the loss of hair? Maybe because you were the only one in a room by yourself? Maybe because of the clear breathing monitor that was plunged into your nose? But other children had that machine to and was still accepted. You never knew.

"Do you want to play with me?" The small boy quired you and you didn't waste anytime agreeing to the offer.

Playing means talking.

Playing means friends.

You missed having friends.

You liked having friends.

Afterall, this is what you craved for.

San cheered, his smiled only getting bigger. If that was even possible. His eyes turned into crescents as he quickly ran out.

You were confused. But before you could overthink this situation, san ran back in with an adorable stuffed animal.

"This is Shiber!" The dimpled boy exclaimed, placing  the stuffed animal next to you. "Shiber is now your friend too!"

You smiled. This is the most happiness you ever felt.

As for San, this day marks where his childhood began to go downhill. The day where his gut wants him to push away his mother as if she was some kind of acid just waiting to soak into his skin and kill his many organs.

As days went by, San would always come in and talk to you. Stories about his school, where he met his best friend he calls Wooyoung. You would sit and listen, slowly opening up to him yourself. Even on some nights, he would sneak into your room and just snuggle next to you.

There was once instance, the moonlight creeping through the large window pane that stood high and gave the therapeutic view of grass that swayed along with the spinning dandelions that begged for attention from the world.

San was up, debating if he should risk his mother being alerted by Ms.Park but it was only one time. One time would not hurt that much. Plus, being a little rebellious was the trend nowadays so... just one time. To join the trend.

He was quick to rip off the monitors. Small hisses and whimpers escaping his chapped lips. He made sure to massage the red marks, calming down the irritated skin for it can stop punishing him for his half-hearted actions.

Then he was off to your room.

You were drifted off as well. Your room was still and collected, just like your figure that slowly rose and fell with slow breaths.

San was careful. Extremely careful not to tip over the rolling desk that held scaples, scissors, and many more sharp potential weapons that will cause a commotion within just seconds of clanging down onto the solid ground.

This was the moment San knew his attachment on you was special. As if his phone cable finally found the perfect angle to fill his phone with juice.

The moment San replaced Shiber with you in his arms and slipping Shiber between yours.

If only his mother came to discharge him just a bit earlier, this bond with you would have never existed.

Day 6, it was bedtime for all the children. As San was asleep, he was soon awoken by a small hand shaking him slightly.

He glanced up and saw.. you. You stared down at him.

"Y/n? What are you doing?"

"I need you to come with me. It's scary."

Of course, San body was still in rest mode. His body still felt light and heavy at the same time. As if a weightless brick used all its force to shove him down. But it surely didn't take long for him to notice that.. the rest of the kids were gone. Him and you the only kids present in the room.

San was pure hearted. So anything you would ask him, he would go along with it. Even with this strange request so late in the night.

So San got up on his feet and unconsciously grabbed your hand. You then dragged him with you, down until you reached the hospital halls.

The halls were... empty. No one was around.

Usually the halls will have doctors monitoring or even some with their bags, ready to leave for the night. Or even security guards to watch for the night and do their hourly hallway sweep to make sure what you and San was doing never happens.  But it was quiet and... unsettling.

To add on to the strangeness, the clocks were all stuck at 9:09 pm.

You began to walk down the long hallway, not looking back at the boy you were currently dragging along with you. But San was just utterly confused.

It was when you halted, the boy almost running into you head on but was quick enough to hit his brakes as well, his feet screeching the floor. Glancing up, the two doors where patients come and go awaited you both.

"It's time for me to go.." Your voice was almost as dark as the hospital. But not menacingly. The dark that has locked up memories just waiting to be upheld and clouds that are ready to break before the thunders clash.

San just tilted his head, you soon turning around and facing him.

"What do you mean?"

"It's just.. time for me to go. Is it time for you to go? Did he tell you?"

"W-What are you talking about? I can just come with you!"

You shook your head. That made san smile slightly falter. His heart almost dropping. He already attached himself to you within these past few days so even hearing that you will leave the hospital so soon almost made him tear up.

"No. It's not your turn. You have to wait for your turn." you spoke.

"Will it be my turn when you come back?"

You shook your head once again, tears starting to form but just like Ms.Park, you never let them spill.

"You have to go back now."

"We are.. still going to play together tomorrow right? Shiber misses you.."

You shrugged. simply just responding back.

"Go back. Now."

San turned back, the halls seeming.. more.. dark. Darker than before. But as he turned back around, you were no where to be found.

No footsteps signaled when you began to strut towards the large doors or even the shallow sound of when the doors slowly closed.

But San was getting creeped out with the darkness of the empty hospital and quickly made his way back to the room where children were supposed to be.

Then again, he glanced back at the clock. The time now on 9:10 pm.

He didn't waste anytime and laid down in bed, soon drifting off to sleep again.

The morning came and.. the kids were back. everyone was back. He blinked a couple times but it didn't take him long to notice that your curtains were now closed.

Confused, he began to tip toe over. He heard someone.. crying. but it wasn't Ms.Park as he expected.

It was another female.

"They died at 9:10 pm last night. I am so sorry.."

San was.. Shocked. Lost. Heartbroken when the realization and your words from last night sunk in.

"It's time for me to go." He recalled.

And the time. 9:10. when you suddenly disappeared from his sight.  The last time he would ever see you again.

As he walked back to his bed slugging slightly, he grabbed ahold of shiber, tears falling from his face.

"I guess.. they can't play with us no more, shiber.."

Now... it's not completely his mom fault. She didn't know you nor would she have even tooken notice of you.

But the moment you left...

Part of him left as well.

I guess you will forever have a part of him. A part that will never come back.

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[sevilemar]

Wanna share a little snake sec revenge story with y'all:

I am doing a 'get help with finding a new job' course atm. For the first time, I introduced myself as nonbinary in a prefessional-ish setting, and I got a pained look from the instructor for my troubles, and an audible sigh from the direction of two guys, the oldest and the youngest. Dunno who it was. So I took it upon myself (or rather the opportunities presented themselves so beautifully), to make all of them eat their shit.

The first recess we got, I saw the oldest guy coming towards me while I was eating my breakfast. I made eye contact, was open and inviting in my body language, and when he sat down next to me, we talked in what I call working-class-guy mentality, dashed with enough of his regional accent to make him comfortable. He ended up driving me home after class every day.

For the instructor, I was my usual 'helpful in a training' self, which means paying attention to their words, reacting with laughs and body language, and asking good questions. Also being on time and helping others, but I do that anyway.

And for the personal touch, I mimed my final presentation. Didn't say a word except for answering questions at the end. Why? Because I could, and because the instructor jokingly said in the beginning that we might even dance the presentation, as long as the others understand. And apparently, my miming and powerpoint skills are good enough. Now, whenever she makes that joke, she will have to think of me :P

Incidentally, my success with the presentation was also the moment I felt true respect from the youngest guy. He was very no-nonsense with his facts, and brash in his manner, quite confrontational at times. Beautiful young lion sec, and possible double lion, if you ask me.

Anyway, he was very down to earth and respected results and competence, so I gave hime a bit of contra in some insignificant class discussions (early bird vs. night owl), and then the 'agree to disagree' line as to not disrupt class. I also asked down-to-earth questions at his presentation. In the end, I could see the respect after my presentation, and he didn't even had anything contrary to say about it.

I made all three people who had obvious negative reactions to my gender identity leave with a positive impression of me as a person. And because I'm likely the only openly nonbinary person they'll ever meet, I forced them into associating nonbinary with someone positive, however fleeting and insubstantial. If that's not a petty, personal, and positive revenge, then I don't know what is.

[mistyfoxxy]

Fluff to help with the heart breaking I did a lil earlier aksjskskdk. Sorry not sorry.

GOLDEN STUFF

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Willow twirled a strand of her hair as she stared up at the ceiling. Watching one of her hanging vines and flowers lightly away under the wind that entered her open balcony. It was feeling quite nice out today. Well tonight.

Her mind then drifted to the Emperors right hand man, the golden guard.

He was quite the… persona. He had saved her a few months back then came to check on her that night. She remembered thinking she was about to be arrested for something then the immediate shock at the fact that the GOLDEN GUARD, right hand man to the emperor himself, mysterious hero of the isles, came to check on her! And he stayed and even hung out for a while. He was quite a cocky one. But he seemed to be interested in things most kids her age was into. Surprised and even filled with child like wonder at certain things she assumed he had never seen before.

The golden guard was very hyper and cocky and well… he could be nice too. Then he could be bashful and childish too. Oh! He was verrrry nosy. That was definitely something to add to it. That guard acted as if he owned her bedroom as his own little kingdom or something when he came over.

Oh did she mention that? He had visited several times after. In fact, she’d even say he visited between two and three times a week. Making himself quite comfortable whenever he got there, whether he plopped down on her bed and started asking her a bunch of questions, oh! Or even the one time she walked in her room and found him SLEEPING on her bed, under the cover and everything. If her dads had come in that day, she’d have been grounded for weeks! Or he’d just walk in, take whatever snacks she was currently eating and steal a book off her shelf and start reading. She was very grateful now that she had never kept a diary.

Sometimes they even snuggle together and watch a movie as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The faces he’s make were hilarious or even endearing. He loved watching the sphere. He even admitted to having a stuffed frog once when he saw it.

She then noticed a shadow across the ceiling and smirked. Speak of the devil.

“Hello there citizen.” The guard in topic greeted as if he was there idly by chance.

She sat up and have her best ‘shocked’ expression she could muster. “Oh hello golden guard! What a surprise to see you here? What are doing? Oh! Don’t tell me! Am I being arrested?” Willow then placed a hand over head and one on her heart, feigning distress to counteract his joke.

The guard laughed and stepped into the room. “Not this time. Maybe if you keep making yourself so attractive to be around, then I’d have to start an investigation to see what kind of magic you’re using against me.”

Oh. Willow felt herself slightly blush at the blunt compliment, she’d even dare call it flirting if the guard didn’t seem so serious about it. “No magic. Just my awesome charm.” She prompted.

The guard nodded as if content with the answer and walked towards her bookshelf. The little red bird he called Flapjack, his palisman, then came out of his hood and made its way over to greet her and Clover. Her little bee buzzed excitedly as the two then dashed about the room.

“You do know there is a library in town, right Goldie?”

“Oh I know. I’ve already read just about all of them several times. You have a few I haven’t before.”

This was news to her. “All? As if, all 700 books in that library?” She asked perplexed.

“Well not all of them. I haven’t read the kid section since I was really little, so those don’t count. Besides some of them never really caught my interest.” He stated casually. He then seemed to settle for a choice in books and picked one up. He then made his way to the bed and plopped down beside her. “You have a really comfortable bed by the way. Sorry for… taking a nap the other day. My bed isn’t near as nice so I kind of just… passed out.” He stated sheepishly, tapping the metal that covered his face as if in thought.

“Oh it’s fine. As long as my dads don’t catch you, I won’t be grounded for like- life.”

“Grounded? Oh we won’t have that. I’ll have them arrested before they try to do that.” He claimed angrily. “Why would they even do that? You’re their daughter!”

Willow was taken aback. “W- what do you mean?”

“That punishment is uncalled for. You should put someone under ground if they’re not decease! And you’re a literal child! Ok not a child, you’re a perfectly aged young lady but that’s besides the point! Th-“

“Hey hey! Calm down, that not what that means.” She tried to assure him.

He tilted his head to the side, practically screaming he didn’t believe her.

“It just means that I won’t be able to have fun for a little while… like as a punishment for having a boy in my room.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” She giggled.

“That makes more sense. They are really nice people.”

“They are.” She agreed happily. “Anyways, you hungry? I can grab something from the kitchen if you want.”

“Oh yes!” He replied excitedly. He then set his mask to the side and opened his book.

Willow swore she did a double take every time he took it off. This boy was gorgeous. Blonde wavy hair with a cowlick hanging in between his eyes. A good jaw line and hooked nose. A scar that tailed his cheek, no doubt from battle and lovely magenta eyes.

He had the most expressive faces too. They always had her smiling or laughing. Especially when he was embarrassed about something. And oh, when she made him blush! That was her favorite thing to do.

“You’re staring.” The guard purred as he smirked up at her.

She gasped then turn away and practically ran down the stairs. Titan why was she staring! She had seen him many times before! She went to the kitchen and grabbed a few rolls and blood jam out the fridge and walked back upstairs after grabbing a plate and some silverware.

“I didn’t know you were into romance novels, Willow.” The guard announced as soon as she shot the door behind her.

She looked up quizzically at him. Confused on what book he must have. “I’m not really. Why?”

He waved the book he had in the air. She recognized that cover. Oh titan.

She ran to him and reached for the book. Trying to swipe it quickly. He tugged it back. “Ah uh uh…” he teased.

“Don’t make me use vines to drag it down.”

“Oh Will! Humor me. It’s ok if you’re into cheesy little romance novels, I read them too you know. You just didn’t seem like the type-“

“It’s not mine!”

“Mhmm.”

“I’m serious. See how old it is. It was an old friend of mine. She has some serious stuff in there too, so put it up. Now.” She reprimanded.

He frowned. His boyish charm wasn’t working on her. This seemed to be serious too. But he was still curious. “What… kind of stuff.”

“Hunterrrr.” She challenged, a small green spark lit in her eyes.

“Ok! I won’t read it until you take the stuff out. But I want to read the book anyways. It’s interesting!”

“It’s literally like any other romance book out there.”

“No! His name is Hunter! And hers is Rose. It’s almost like it was meant for me.”

Willow quirked an eyebrow at that. “Is there a particular girl named Rose or something in your life?” She asked, trying to sound as if she didn’t care. Cause she didn’t!

“Her name isn’t rose, but she sure acts like one. She beautiful, blossoming, green. Well her eyes are green. She doesn’t really wear a lot of red tho I think. But she can be quite fiesty.” He teased.

She blushed. Was he talking about her? “I’m sure we can find another copy. Just please put that one up. We’re not really friends anymore but… I still have respect for her privacy.”

The boy frowned. “Fine. But it’s your job to help me find another copy, let’s go.”

“Wait wh-eep!” All of a sudden, she was scooped up in the arms of the guard and he jumped off her balcony. JUMPED OFF HER BALCONY!

“Ah!”

“Haha!”

Suddenly flapjack was in the form of a staff, carrying the two effortlessly across the isles. She was seated snug in the arms of the guard, his mask now in place. (Otherwise she’d have seen his goofy smile and large blush.)

They passed over town and Willow looked up at him. “The book store is that way.” She told him.

“I know.” He stated smugly.

He must have had something else planned. “Hunter?”

“Don’t worry rose, I’m not gonna drop you.” He teased.

So she was the rose he was referring to. Her heart leapt at the thought and she couldn’t help the smile that reached her eyes now. She giggled and just held on tighter, hugging him even.

And boy was his heart racing now. It was enough that he had to hold her like this, but now she was practically snug against him. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He was gonna have to take his mask off soon if his heart didn’t settle down.

Willow gasped at the excited buzz that was heard from Hunters shoulder. Apparently Clover had caught up and really enjoyed just being shotgun for once. She was hoping her little bee would make it to wherever they were going. The scenic view was breathtaking too.

“Oh! Ok. Close your eyes, we’re almost there I don’t want you to see yet!” Hunter reprimanded but she could hear the excitement in his voice.

She giggled. “Ok.”

She felt them lower down and reach the ground. She was once again scooped bridal style and slowly lowered to her feet. Her feet touch the ground and he helped her balance herself while not letting go of her hand. She smiled.

“You better not be peaking!”

“I’m not!” She laughed now.

He then pulled her somewhere, only the sound of Flapjack and Clover tweeting and buzzing could really be heard. Hunter muttered for her to stay right where she was, that he wasn’t going far, as he let go of her hand.

She then was left wondering as to what was going on. He hadn’t done anything like this before. She knew they had a mutual thing for each other but it had never been addressed, so it couldn’t be a date. Right?

“Alright. You can open your eyes now.” He spoke with a tone that seemed both excited and worried. Probably hoping she’d like the surprise.

And boy did she. It was beautiful! They were somewhere in the forest where the trees hung low. Flowers of many colors were everywhere. And it was just dim enough with the sun setting for the glow bugs to be shining. She gasped when she saw they small embroidered quilt on the ground. It was red and yellow and green, flowers and bees and one little red bird on. It represented them and there palisman no doubt. There was also another blanket that seemed similar, but not a perfect same. And some food too!

“Do… do you like it?” Hunter asked, eyes wide and doubtful.

All she could do was smile widely and fling herself at him. She wrapped him up in the tightest hug she could hater and sent them both to the ground. “I love it!”

Hunter grinned the most goofy smile ever. Very proud and happy and oh he couldn’t describe it!

They got up and walked over to the quilt and started to eat the foo food he had taken from the castle. He showed her the extra quilt he had made for her and loved every second of the compliments and smiles he received. Tonight was going great so far. Hunter thought.

One more thing to check off his list though.

He coughed purposely and rubbed the back of his neck. “Uhm Willow?”

“Yes?”

“Do you. Uhm. Well. I know we’ve only known eachother for a few months… and I quite literally barged into your life. I- I know I’m nothing special and I’m not perfect! But uhm. I’d be really happy if… I was able to call you mine. If you’d be my girlfriend?”

Hunter didn’t dare look at the dark haired beauty. To afraid of what her expressions might be saying as he sat there in silence. He heard a small shuffle and felt her knee brush against his. He looked up as the most beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen. Ones that shine so bright theyd make ever emerald and peridot jealous.

She then leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I’d love nothing more.”

“Really?”

She nodded happily, a shy smile resting on her face.

He then jumped up excitedly and pulled her up with him and spun her around. She laughed like a melody and they somehow performed a little dance before settling in each others arms.

“I really really really like you.” Hunter breathed out. He rested his forehead against hers and brought a daring hand up to her face.

“I really really really reallllllly like you too, Hunter.” She hummed. She then stood on her tiptoes and gripped his shoulders for support before pressing her lips against his.

It was short but perfect. Hunter could easily say this had been the best day of his life. Willow couldn’t agree more.

[astrobei]

Quick! Tag your top favorite byler blogs (as many as you want) and tell my why you love them in one line to spread positivity on the dashboard and make someone's day!

YESSSSS ok buckle up everyone i have an excuse to Gush and these will Not just be one line sorry (i am not)

first and foremost, of course, my lovely lovely friends @bookinit02 @andiwriteordie @smoosnoom @wiseatom and @livsmessydoodles the MOST incredible and lovely people i have ever met in my life !! not only are they seriously the most talented writers and artists i have ever ever had the privilege of talking to, they are also just such kind and hilarious people and a solid 50% (at least) of the reason this community means as much to me as it does !! seriously so inspiring and uplifting and i look forward to talking to them every day because they never fail to make me laugh uncontrollably and inappropriately in public places, go give all their fics (and liv’s art) so much love RN bc they deserve it sm <3

@meanwillbyers my first Real mutual on st tumblr you are such a delight to see on my dash!! like actually mal is one of the funniest people Ever and such a talented artist AND writer like wtf . who let this happen 😭 has never had a bad take ever and is just generally such a refreshing name to see on my screen!

@lookslikefireflies literally she is such a talented writer, her will and max fic had me like . frothing at the mouth in tears on the bathroom floor NOT JOKING love love love seeing a message from u in my inbox or a comment from u on my fics, actually one of the sweetest ever and such a nice constant presence on my dash !!

@nancysglock HELLOOO wtf the first time i read one of her scripts it was over the summer and i dont remember which it was but i was SO EMOTIONAL WHEN I REALIZED IT WASN’T REAL omg but seriously so sweet i honestly geek out whenever you interact w my blog bc i’m such a fan LOL and the whiplash i get from your funny ask answers/posts vs ur scripts and rly well written gut-wrenching posts is so. wtf (<3)

@nnilkyway YELLING EVERY TIME HE POSTS ART seriously idk how u do it but the way u use color makes me gasp and i could probably sit there staring at anything u make for hours and hours,, and also they’re actually HILARIOUS yk when you find someone with your exact sense of humor and it is so extremely comforting and it feels like a warm hug,, literally what seeing ur posts on my dash is like i am sitting here patiently waiting for new nnilkyway content

@messrsbyler HOTTEST TAKES EVERRR and so many posts that never fail to make me sink to my knees and start sobbing SERIOUSLY one of the biggest brained people on this site,, also just extremely funny and sweet and i love getting messages/replies from you!! obsessed with you and your entire blog fr

this is by no means an exhaustive list, mostly just the people i interact w most on here! love u guys all so much, you seriously make it fun and exciting to be a part of the byler community, even when things r bleak and slow i always look forward to coming on here and talking to u !! thank u for giving me the motivation to keep writing fr <3

[eunoiaastralwings]

featuring elrond x reader

fandom tolkien- the lotr - modern au 👀

a/n for @middleearthsweetheart​​ thank you @i-did-not-mean-to for helping me — I suck at au

There was cold sweat running over your forehead.

You were shaking— something was chasing you then suddenly you were falling.

There were sudden flashes— faces with lifeless eyes that belonged to (your) every one you loved.

You cried and sobbed until your throat ran dry— you sounded hoarse.

A rush of tears fell down your cheeks.

“Y/N!”

You heard something call you desperately.

Someone's warm body over you— it was comforting.

“Y/N!”

You heard again and your eyes flew open.

You gasped for air— a wheezy sound leaving your chest.

A glass of water was brought to your dry lips.

You chugged it down desperately.

Then only you looked up to see the beautiful man next to you.

“Elrond.”

You smiled weakly at your friend.

“I woke you again— I am very sorry” you said.

“Don't be, Y/N — I was worried for you” he replied.

His hands brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your heart fluttered at the gesture.

Many a times Elrond had either held your hand in comfort— whenever you were scared or at unease — other times he unknowingly played with your hair.

It has become something he enjoyed— absentmindedly taking your hair into his hands and rolling it when he was reading or studying beside.

it was a comforting gesture— but your heart raced and face flushed each time.

He’s your friend— you reminded yourself.

It was an act of kindness to comfort you from the nightmares— he didn’t mean anything more.

The rather dashing young business partner of your parents— you couldn’t be involved with him.

But you weren’t sure if your parents— Celeborn and Galadriel being the best figures in family and business were against it.

But some parts of it did feel wrong.

“Thank you for—”

Not entirely sure what to say— you gestured at ‘everything’.

Elrond chuckled and smiled softly at you.

“No worries, Y/N— I want you safe in my home. Get some rest” he said.

Quickly, you grabbed his arm and he frowned at you— but it wasn’t judgmental, more like a silent everything alright?

“Stay with me?— For a little bit?”

You sounded weak and desperate— Elrond couldn’t find it in himself to reject it even if he wanted to.

He nodded and placed himself comfortably beside you as you laid to sleep again.

When you woke up in the morning your head was laid comfortably on something hard but soft.

Yous snuggled closer to the warmth until you heard a chuckle and felt the rumbling underneath you.

You sat up on your elbows with a gasp.

His brown eyes looked into your eyes— laughter sparkled with them.

“You used me as a pillow.”

“— Sorry!”

You responded quickly and made him laugh again.

When you woke up in the morning your head was laid comfortably on something hard but soft. 

You smuggled closer to the warmth until you heard a chuckle and felt the rumbling underneath you.

You sat up on your elbows with a gasp.

His brown eyes looked into your eyes— laughter sparkled with them.

“You used me as a pillow.”

“— Sorry!”

You responded quickly and made him laugh again.

Then Elrond did something you never thought he would— he pulled you back down and cuddled you tightly.

You gasped and stiffened.

“The day doesn't have to begin just yet— let me hold you like this—I have dreamed of holding you like this for many times.”

Saying you were shocked at the confession doesn’t begin to describe how you felt.

“What?”

You asked with a gulp.

“I thought you would known by now already— I tried to make it desperately obvious for you— but you had convinced yourself you couldn’t loved. Am sorry, Y/N, I was getting impatient.”

Without knowing what to say and you snuggled closer to him— breaking away the stiffness in your body.

“I love you— am in love with you.” 

You said after a few minutes.

“finally— am in love you too!”

he said and leaned how to pull your lips into a chaste kiss. 

After that you and Elrond started the day— even though he wasn't too happy to rather preferring to stay in bed with you.

You made the bed with him and made breakfast— he sent the cooks out to share the morning with you making and eating food together.

It felt perfect— you would cry forever thinking it was a dream.

But when Elrond hugged you from being and kissed your deeply— you knew it wasn't— your hopes and dreams were finally coming through to keep out the nightmares.

[healersadjust]

💿 - A random song from my playlist, and an explanation of how my it could relate to my muse (for both).

Ooooo, fun, okay! I’m just gonna go off my current everyday playlist, then! Thank you so so much for the ask again, Mimble!!!!

For Aki first!

“When I look at you; Oh, but I don’t know what’s real; Once and a while; And you make me laugh; And I’ll sleep tomorrow; And it won’t be long.”

Hmmmm… this song is very ethereal feeling. It’s like walking on clouds, to me. I feel like it could relate a lot to her dreams she has a lot on heavensward and stormblood, where she dreams of G’raha. They feel very real, but gone when she awakes. At first, they make her really upset, knowing he’s gone. But then, they become comforting, even if fleeting.

I hate to cheat, but… To add on to it, another song came to mind. I simply have to add it on!

Okay, Leo’s turn with the playlist roulette!

“But nobody cares if you're losing yourself; Am I losing myself?”

“What they ask of you will make you want to say, ‘So long;’ Well, I don't remember; Why remember you?”

“Do you have the keys to the hotel?; 'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire; Fire!”

“I won’t go down by myself, but I’ll go down with my friends.”

YEAH OK so I know I grabbed a TON of lyrics, but!!!!! this song spoke to me a lot for him. It’s actually on his playlist already LMAO. So, I’ll limit my rambles, but… The whole song is very very fitting, I feel. In vibes, in the lyrics, in the musical composition, the very beginning with the very quiet, tense start… I love it.

I adore the way this song highlights multiple sides of Leo. The quiet, observing side in the beginning. Looking for a way for him and his friends to get out of whatever mess they’re in, but the confidence that they can’t be caught. Then, the chaotic part that even mentions fire… yeah. Whenever he lets go of himself, as talked about in the recent entry on @writer-of-histories, he loses all sense of himself and just simply goes batshit, like how the song kinda does!

Lastly, the part with the memory… “I don’t remember, why remember you?” That part would be aimed at his rocky relationship with Azeyma. NO SHADE TOWARDS HER!!!!! But not everyone is good all the time, even gods. She hurt him bad, and he wants nothing to do with her. He’s thankful he doesn’t remember a lot of it.

Thank you again for the ask!!!!! You’re the best, Mimble. I always love seeing you on my dash <3 Such a sweet person in the community!!!!

[berrymoos]

did i hear baby jonny was on your mind!? i might have a few things up my sleeve(>▽<)

the first time he was over steve’s house regressed for the night he was super embarrassed because he needs a nightlight to have a peaceful sleep and steve being the best babysitter ever could tell he was fake sleeping and jus wants him to feel comfortable

“ hey jonny you okay??”

*shakes his head because he doesn’t wanna speak*

“ do you need anything?”

he wants to say he wants to go home where his nightlight is but instead he just points to the light

“ you want the light on buddy?”

*nods sheepishly*

“ i don’t wanna wake the gang up so how about i put the tv on? is that okay?”

“m’kay”

steve absolutely hates the glow of the tv shining on him but does it anyway for jonny because he loves him<3

now steve has a nightlight for whenever jonny’s over so he feels safe:>

another idea is that he enjoys being max’s doctor whenever she gets hurt from skateboarding and always makes her feel really good

“ jonnyyyyy i hada fall again!” *whisper yell bc she knows he doesn’t like yelling*

*he runs over to assess the damage and takes her hand and brings her to the bathroom*

he has a bunch of colorful bandaids in every print imaginable and he lets her pick which ones she wants

“ i wan’ ra’bow one’s pease!!”

*fixes her up and gives each one a kiss afterwards*

“ t’ank you jonny:)”

i also feel like eddie’s really sneaky and he’ll steal a few of jonny’s crayons and whenever he’s in a pickle he’ll trade the crayons for jonny to buy him some time

“ hey jonny i needa favor”

*shakes his head no*

“ pease pretty pease look! i’ll give you these!” *shows the colors that “mysteriously” went missing earlier*

“ooooh”

“see? all for you jus don’ let stevie come in your room”

“m’kay”

“ hey jonny can i go in your room? i think eddie might be in there and he’s in big trouble”

*shakes his head no*

“ why not? it’s really important buddy he gave stevie a mustache while he was sleep, hey don’t laugh at me!”

*shakes his head no again*

“ how about i get you two new coloring books later?”

the only thing jonny loves more than reuniting with his crayons is a new coloring book

“ m’kay”

“ thanks buddy:) eddie! i know you’re in here!”

(his favorite word is “m’kay” if you couldn’t tell)

i rambled A LOT but oh well（*＾ワ＾*）

YOU. ARE A LIFESAVER. THANK YOU SO MUCH FLR THESE I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

💡 awww & steve flicks it to a some kid's show to help lull jonny to sleep — actual sleep. and and and steve stays up with him until he fully falls asleep with his head in his lap, but he still keeps the tv on in case jonny wakes up for any reason (*＾＾*)// steve buys a handful of nightlights too, in case any of them go missing or break; you can NEVER have too many nightlights ;~)

mmm i think mayybeee he might be a little shy when it comes to using his nightlight in front of the rest of the gang at first? steve and nancy r fine bc nance is his primary cg & steve is the one who bought him the 5 nightlights, but robin and eddie r iffy bc he doesn't know them that well!! it isn't until rob & ed reassure him that there's no way they're gonna make fun of him for needing some light in the darkness & actually use a nightlight one night they're all staying over that he fully feels comfortable w them <3

🩹 AWWW MAX'S INSIDE VOICE FOR JONNY (≧∇≦) the moment he hears her whisper yell from the door he drops his crayon & zooms to her before any cg can — like nancy could already be on her way to assess the situation & jonny races past her in the fastest little dash she's ever seen from him while in smallspace

he's got SOOO many bandaids, ur right!! blue bandaids, pink bandaids, puppy bandaids, kitty bandaids .. u name it, he's got it. max likes making it a game of asking for random bandaids to see if he has them, & 9 times outta 10 he does; he did not, in fact, have hotdog bandaids when she asked, but i bet he does now HSJSKS

but WAAAA jonny is such a sweetie <3 he will give kissies to all of her owies even if they don't hurt ヾ(´︶`♡)ﾉ max always always returns the favor when he takes a tumble & she fixes him up

🖍️ oh no eddie is deff a sneaky guy, regressed or not 👀 he steals the crayoms when jonny's napping or LITERALLY when he leaves for just a second & hides them until he needs them ,, jonny is well aware that his crayons are going missing but he really doesn't wanna worry steve too much so he just makes do with what he has (and has since learned the art of mixing crayon colors to get a similar one he wants)

& JONNY INSTANTLY GIVING IN THE MOMENT A NEW COLORING BOOK IS ON THE TABLE HSKDJSKDH ,, steve sticks true to his word abt them every single time which is the reason why jonny has like 10 coloring books stacked for later use in his room. eddie's deff been rubbing off on him in terms of being cheeky — never to his exactly level, tho — sooo sometimes only one or two new coloring books isn't enough 🤭

"hey, jonny? i think eddie's in there, and i need him."

he shakes his head no

"cmon, bud; it's super important, i think he hid my hairspray and i need to know where he put it."

he keeps coloring

steve sighs. "new coloring book?"

jonny thinks for a second ... & looks down to his coloring. "three."

"three?"

"mhm. three."

"why not two, instead?"

"mm ... no. three."

"two."

"three!"

"two!"

"threeeee!"

and finally, steve sighs. "fine. three."

jonny smiles & shimmies from in front of the door. "tank ou."

and that, my friends, is how jonny got three coloring books in the same day

(ALDKSKDKS i see 🤭 short words like that r his faves in general: mkay, uhuh, nuh-uh ... things like that. AND NEVER BE SORRY FOR RAMBLING I LOVE BABY JONNY <333)

[moririki]

⤷ A BLOODSTAINED CONFESSION

RENGOKU KYOJURO X READER -> 3.6K
you patch up your fellow hashira after the hardest fight of your lives

REQUEST -> ✰
CONTAINS -> MUGEN TRAIN SPOILERS like before the cut and everything, mentions of blood + gore, so kinda angsty but definitely a fluffy ass ending, reader is a hashira but it's left ambiguous as to what element you are👍, i watched the movie two months ago so my recollection of dialogue and plot may be *slightly* off, near-death experience, idk how to write combat so i just... didn’t, reader lowkey thirsts over rengoku's back muscles and shit because why tf not, idk how injuries work aaaa
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> rengoku my beloved,,, he deserves the world,, i think i should have made this less angsty im SORRY (i rlly heard "extra fluffy" and it just went 👩🏻➡️ straight through my head huh) also i bet you guys missed me and my late-ass posting <3 but here i am!! for now!! yeahhhh!! i feel like the writing in this got a little repetitive so i apologise for that

APPARENTLY, THE DESTRUCTION OF AN ENTIRE TRAIN wasn't enough to end this mission. even with one lower six demon defeated, another much stronger one had replaced it. the arrival of akaza was a significant turning point in the battle, and one that you cursed yourself for missing.

you should have known that this mission would he more dangerous than expected when both you and rengoku had been deployed to the train, alongside three rookies. you should have known better than to let rengoku convince you to stay back and help evacuate rather than let him handle it alone.

he had been so full of confidence- squeezing your hand firmly before rushing off, leaving you feeling slightly lightheaded from the brief contact of his warm palm. you should have wished him luck, told him to be careful, anything, but he was gone before you had the chance.

you made quick work of evacuating the passengers of the derailed train, making sure that they were all confirmed to be outside of the carriages before entrusting their safety to zenitsu and nezuko. it was around when you had carried out the last passenger that you felt the ground rumble beneath your feet, coming from the other side of the embankment that you were currently placed at. 

before you gave yourself time to really think things through, you were shouting instructions to the pair of demon slayers and dashing off towards the source of the noise, hand readily placed on your sword. that was the direction that rengoku ran is all that went through your mind.

the scene that you found yourself facing did little to quell your fears. you reached two bodies first, recognising them as the hapless figures of inosuke and tanjiro. from a glance you could see the extent of their injuries, with the latter laying on the ground barely conscious. the boar-headed one could only stare at the fight happening several metres away, his shoulders slumped in defeat and swords hanging by his sides.

“there’s no opening,” he only whispered, barely audible. that much was true. even you had difficulty keeping up with the movements of rengoku and the demon that he was fighting. the fact that it had already been several minutes and that there was no clear advantage concerned you, and you unsheathed your sword.

“you two stay put, and learn what it means to be a hashira, alright?” you tried offering a brilliant smile, much like you had seen the flame hashira do so many times, but you hoped that yours didn't fall flat. from the slight relief shown on tanjiro’s worn face, though, you took that as a good sign.

without wasting another second, you rushed towards rengoku and the demon, assessing their movements. inosuke wasn’t joking when he said there wasn’t any opening, their movements equally matched. you took the chance and struck when rengoku managed to get the demon to stumble back. bringing your sword down in a vertical strike, you severed one of its arms, before taking a cursory glance back at rengoku to make sure that he was alright.

your wound did little to hinder the demon, as it simply chuckled before regrowing its limb.

“oh? another hashira? don’t tell me you think that this is a fair match,” the demon sneered as you held your sword in front of you, still nervously eyeing the blood that was beginning to drip at rengoku’s feet. it amazed you as to how he was still standing, let alone also ready to keep fighting, but you weren’t going to stop him with that amount of determination in his eyes.

“i wouldn’t say that you appearing after we had to fight an entire train was fair either, but here we are,” you glared at the demon, adjusting the grip on your sword.

“think you can hold on a little longer?” you asked rengoku, still facing the demon.

“always.” you could picture the steadfast smile on his face, lending you his strength whenever you needed it. you took a deep breath, starting your total concentration breathing and launching off of your foot, propelling yourself forwards.

you heard rengoku's footsteps right behind you, dependable as ever. when you swung your sword and sliced through, you knew that the flame hashira was there to follow through with a co-ordinated attack.

despite your best efforts, the upper six demon lived up to its status and provided to be more than a challenge for even both you and rengoku fighting him simultaneously. in fact, akaza had even managed to gain the upper hand a few times, leaving you with a cracked rib that was making it more difficult to focus and control your breathing.

but you and rengoku's big break arrived in the form of a rising sun that leeched itself into your surroundings. the glow was nothing but welcomed by you, though your demon opponent let fear flicker across its face for the first time this night as it turned foot and fled. the invisible adrenaline-fuelled strings that held you up snapped, and you felt the strength from your body sap, too spent to gove chase to akaza.

the bitter taste of defeat crushed you, numbing your senses as you barely heard the cries of tanjiro as he yelled at the retreating figure of akaza. you turned to your fellow yashira, eyes widening and senses returning as you took in the way he had slumped to the floor, head bowed as he kneeled.

"no, don't you dare," you mumbled, dropping to your knees too in front of him. panic gave your limbs a new purpose as your hands stretched out in front of you, seeking out the warmth rengoku still emitted even when mortally wounded.

the most pressing matter was the dark stain of blood that gave his uniform an unnatural sheen that was still spreading. you pressed a hand to the source of it, a large gash across his stomach that was much too deep for your liking. your other hand came to rest on his face, tilting his head up to look at you for any sort of good sign to cling onto.

"you better stay alive!" your voice was shrill, harsher than you wanted it to be, but those were factors you could hardly control more than the blood oozing from rengoku's stomach. you could see how unfocused his eyes were, and how heavy his head was when only being propped up by the waning strength in your hand. your own injuries had been forgotten, cast aside in favour for you to fear for the flame hashira's life.

and still, despite everything, the man still smiled. the blood covering half his face did little to mar its radiance. rengoku raised a shaking, bloody hand of his own, letting it fall heavy against your own as you felt your hold begin to slip.

"you're hurt too, you know." his words were more of a shaky exhale, though you heard it all the same. you felt a smile slip onto yours too as rengoku proved to still be so vigilant in the wellbeing of others.

"you don't need to remind me, shut up and save your energy," you whispered back. you didn't trust yourself to speak any louder in fear of your voice cracking.

"but.. i have to tell you something." the insistence in his eyes was back, burning into you so mich that you couldn't help but lean closer, trying to ease his burden of being audible.

"quit talking like you're dying." you were practically whispering into his ear, close enough to feel the rasp of his breath as he laughed, holding your hand tighter. his other hand came up to your own face, rough thumb brushing against the skin underneath your eye, wiping away a tear you never realised had tracked its way there.

"let me bandage you up." your voice may not have shook, but your hands definitely did as you disentangled them from rengoku's hold, urging him to put pressure on his wound while your fingers found purchase on the hem of your uniform and ripped off a strip of it. it was barely enough to cover his injury but you managed to wrap the severed cloth around his middle a few times, tying it tight and hoping that it was enough to stop the bleeding.

"just.. stay with me until backup comes, alright? you've got tell me something once we get out of here, remember?" rengoku nodded into your palm, smiling at your words as his eyelids fluttered shut. but you were close enough to still feel that he was warm, to feel the slight rise and fall of his chest as he managed to still breathe, and that gave you some comfort.

minutes felt like hours when you had to talk to fill the gap. whether it was to give rengoku something that tethered him to this mortal realm, or a way for you to distract yourself from your own pain, you onew that you would both have to tough it out a little longer, just until the others arrived.

"you know, i've always admired you." you were surprised at both his words and how clear rengoku's voice sounded. your grip on his hand tightened a little, and you leaned towards him so that your forehead pressed against his.

"this is hardly the time to say something like that, kyojuro." you tried not to laugh, the pain of your ribs starting to edge back in as the adrenaline left your body as the sun soaked your bodies.

"i just wanted you to know." you would have responded to the man if it weren't for the shouts that became all too clear. help was here, and everything was going to be okay now.

you didn't want to let rengoku out of your sight, but many insistent hands prised his body from your grip, and with barely the strength to speak there was little that you could do about it except succumb to the pain of your wounds and finally fall unconscious.

recovery was never an aspect of fighting that you looked forward to. when you finally came to, there were a few gripping moments of panic when you asked a nurse if rengoku was here, if he was alive. you had been assured that he was before the pain and medication kicked in again for a fitful sleep as your body healed.

but no matter how you were pressed back into bed, into the constraints of sleep, you never really felt like you were at rest. your mind was still racing to places your body couldn't as it pieced together the events just before you got hospitalised.

when you could finally get up without keeling over, you were stumboing your way through the hallways as stealthily as possible, leaning on walls for support and peering into rooms as you walked past, in search of your fellow hashira. your cards of luck had lined up when you stumbled upon his sleeping figure less than three rooms down from yours.

he looked a lot cleaner, still donning a serene smile even when unconscious and you felt the panic gripping your body loosen its hold. the throb of your most likely broken ribs was enough of an edge to keep you awake, and you made your way over to rengoku's bedside.

there was a convenient chair placed next to him, and you tried not to grunt in pain as you sat down in it. rengoku didn't even stir at your approach, and you resigned yourself to sitting there, studying his figure and resisting the urge to check whether he was actually breathing or not. if you focused enough, you saw the subtlest rise and fall of his chest, just enough to qualm your fears.

your concentration was broken as you heard the sliding door open again, and the hesitant voice of a nurse breaking your intense silence.

"ah, i'm sorry to interrupt but i need to change rengoku's bandages." to prove her point, the nurse raised her arm to emphasise the strips of fabric held by them. you stood up hastily, sending a cursory glance back at the still-sleeping form of rengoku.

like all matters regarding the flame hashira, you found your mouth and body working a little faster than your brain.

"it's alright, i can change them for you. i'm sure that you have plenty of other patients to tend to." the nurse nodded, though she still looked hesitant to hand you the bandages. you gave her a reassuring smile, stretching out your hand to take them. "i've had plenty of experience with this, don't worry."

the nurse appeared relieved, giving you a quick thanks before exiting and letting the door click shut behind her.

you turned your attention back to rengoku's sleeping figure only to watch him crack a single amber eye open and give you an almost sheepish smile. you couldn't help the flooding sensation of relief that drenched your bones, and you returned his gesture.

"i'm glad to see that you're alright." rengoku's eyes never left yours, and you felt yourself grow hot underneath his gaze.

"glad to see you too." you offered a hand, helping rengoku shuffle further up the bed with minimal effort on your side. despite the bandages covering a large expanse of his upper body, his grip on your hand was still stable and you bit back the fond smile threatening to bloom on your face.

luckily for you, rengoku seemed to get the message that he needed to get shirtless without you asking him, which saved you a whole lot of embarrassment. you weren't confident in your ability to look him in the eye and ask him to strip without blushing, though you did exactly that as your eyes raked over his bare skin.

littered with scars and covering taut muscle, it was hard not to let your eyes wander down his form. from the look on rengoku's face, he looked well aware of the effect that he had on you and fixing you with a practically imperceptible smirk. you were quick to ask him to turn around, and he obliged as quickly as someone with broken and bruised bones could manage.

his back was the same story, with broad shoulders and defined shoulderblades that had muscle twitching without you touching it. you sucked in a breath, way too audible for your liking, and tried not to let your hand stretch out to run your fingers down the expanse of his back. you were here to help treat him, not indulge in some fantasy of yours.

your mindset snapped back to professionalism as you grabbed hold of the fresh bandages, opting to put them on after you removed the old ones. while there was no sign of infection, you still grimaced at the bloody sight of rengoku's major wound. you tried not to show how much it had upset you, both now and in the moment, and your attention turned to your slightly trembling fingers.

you were careful to avoid where his skin was obviously discoloured from bruising, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain. he was warm to the touch, enough to invite you in with some false sense of confort before burning you alive. the way his back muscles jumped at your touch did little to help your concentration, but you shouldered on.

your mingld escaped you, insisting on recounting those painful minutes where rengoku was vpeeding out on the battlefield. there was a particular focus on his insistence to tell you something, and you bit your lip. surely, he would ask you at some point from now.

"how are your ribs?" rengoku's voice cut through the silence, its rasping edge acting as evidence of hiw soundly he had been sleeping earlier. while it wasn't the question you wanted him to ask you, you were never one to turn down conversation. especially from him.

"worry about yourself, kyojuro. i'm fine." your appliance of the fresh bandage meant that you would now have to be stood in front of him, a development that had your face flaming from the close proximity. silence set in, and all that distracted you from the rise and fall of his stomach was his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes flickered towards the ceiling, relying on your hands to guide yourself instead.

you dared to glance down and saw rengoku’s eyes fixed on your face already. there was something about his softened features and the look in his eyes that had you scrambling to stare at the blank ceiling again. as much as you would like to retreat at every first sign if danger or confrontation, you knew that you woukd have to talk to him soon, whether it was you or him who brought up the conversation topic from that day.

taking a deep breath, you perched yourself on the edge of rengoku's bed, still maintaining a professional amount of distance from him. still close enough to spot how his smile brightens when you choose to stay. you glanced down at your fingers, twisting knots into themselves as they were placed in your lap. you almost cursed and placed them underneath you to stop that, but instead you fixed your gaze on the flame hashira's ever-present smile.

"do you remember when you said you had to tell me something? right after akaza?" rengoku straightened up a little, nodding. you gave a cursory glance to the bandages safely wrapped around him, and winced as you remembered how much blood had left him that day. 

as if he could tell what you were thinking, rengoku reached forward and took your hand in his. you sucked in a breath at the sensation of his calloused hands, wincing as your ribs ached in protest. you couldn’t bring yourself to break his stare as your fingers intertwined, and rengoku brought you slightly closer to him. the tension was palpable, and you squeezed his hand in an attempt to alleviate some of it.

“what did you want to tell me, kyojuro?” you were still closing the distance between the two of you, voice barely above a whisper because there was no need to talk any louder for him to hear you. everything about him drew you closer, and the thought of pulling away never crossed your mind. you finally stopped, inches away, staring at him expectantly.

“well, there was a chance that i was going to die that day, so i was going to be selfish and tell you that i love you."

it amazed you how he could say that with such confidence when that statement had effectively swept you off of your feet. you were well aware that you looked more than caught off guard- your eyes had widened, and your mouth probably hung open from shock. that was nothing to stop rengoku’s words, though. if anything, it only encouraged him to keep going.

"and when i said that i admire you, i meant it. i admire your strength and how willing you are to help others. i admire you when it's sunset and you're laughing and i admire the way your hands feel, especially here." he guided your hand to his face, letting it cradle his cheek as he rested his own hand at your wrist, not willing to let go. you were sinking into the warmth of his body, letting his borrowed strength keep you upright.

“and most of all, i admire you because i find your beauty striking in everything that you do.” you were silent as rengoku’s eyes searched your own, watching as his lips split as he laughed. “you’re crying again.” you raised your other hand to your cheekbone, feeling the liquid there that began its trek down the planes of your face. you wiped them away with the back of your hand, keeping yourself anchored to rengoku as you curled your fingers around his own.

you felt so light that you could float away, and you couldn’t  help but laugh and grin as you fully processed the confession of the man lying underneath you. tears still rolled down your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the bittersweet pang as you remembered exactly why he was here recovering.

“you really scared me back there, you know?”

“it wasn’t my intention.” you laughed through your sniffle, feeling his warm hand trace patterns on the back of yours. you shuffled forwards and, as best as your shared injuries allowed it, you gave rengoku a hug. while your arms were around his neck, his rested squarely on your lower back, and it was better than anything else you could imagine.

you pulled away, relinquishing the comfort of his arms in favour of looking him in the eye as you prepared what to say next. admittedly, it was a lot easier when you knew how the other person felt about you.

“you know i admire you too, rengoku, and i love you. so much.” joy rewrote itself within his eyes, and they almost glowed with how intense his emotions were after you uttered those words.

“you do?”

your yes came out as a barely audible breath before you were being snagged forwards by him again. you practically crashed against his lips, but you welcomed the sensation, pulling yourself closer to him and settling on his lap.

you sighed into the searing kiss, only truly appreciating his warmth now as you felt it spread through you. you kissed him back intensely, ignoring the dull ache of your ribs to chase the addictive feeling that you only got around him.

around the person who loved you back.

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A Christmas message🎄

I've been thinking about making this post for days as I'm terrible with words and expressing my feelings. But my brain didn't leave me alone so here it goes. 😂

2021 has been a very strange year (in a good and a bad way) for me. It's been a strange year in a bad way, because of COVID, there's no way not to talk about it or stop thinking about how it affected me, how it affected the people I like and how it affected the world. I’d like to give my sincere condolences to those who have lost loved ones (and to those who still have relatives in hospitals suffering from this terrible disease). I'm sending out a lot of positive vibes and I'm rooting for everything to be alright.

A strange year in a good way. I learned a lot about myself and that was really good. It's weird to say that when you're 39, but it's like we often hear around here: life is an eternal learning experience. And I can say that I'm finally in a good place regarding learning about myself and accepting that still there's a lot to learn and it is okay and it is fine.

I also decided to be more active here on tumblr, I tried to get out of my comfort zone and my quiet corner and interact more and this allowed me to get to know wonderful people! Some of you I've been following for years and never had the courage to reach out and say hi (because hey, it's me, I never know what to say to people and no social skills here) and some of you I started following "recently": @dragmedown @twopoppies @daisiesonafield-blog @loulovehome @halohamilton @holyshit @lovingstheantidote @littleprincepleasdontgo @miss-styles @larrysballetslippers @louisxgolden @jalboyhenthusiast @bluewinnerangel @haztobegood @allwaswell16 @disgruntledkittenface @crinkle-eyed-boo @bearmustard @lornasaurusrex and many others I'm not mentioning here, but please know you're in my thoughts and heart. You guys are amazing and always make me smile/laugh whenever I see you on my dash. It is always a pleasure to interact with you guys and I hope we can keep this.

Guys from Discord, @evilovesyou @beelou @tomlinbuns @foreverfanficaddict @thedevilinmybrain @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @fallinglikethis @beckydoesthings @polaroidlouis @maggieisalarrie @chloehl10 @greenfeelings @whatagreatproblemtohave ... all the fic writers (!!!) sorry for not tagging all of you (and here comes my bad memory again), but know it was a huge joy to meet you guys and I wish 2022 to be a kinder and happier year to all of you.

Esse recado vai em português porque… nois é BR huehue hahahaha

@chrisltomlinson @prsephones @skyyneverlookedsoblue @thewallsalbum @wallsbylouis vocês são uns xuxuzinhos e é muito doido saber que seguia algumas de vocês há anos e só agora que resolvi conversar! 🤭 Eu espero que a gente consiga se falar/interagir mais em 2022!

Mari @larentsbr, espero que esteja bem e que volte logo. 💙

Allie @skepticalarrie, minha nenééééém 💙💙💙 (insira gif de dancinha de funk), tu foi um dos meus tesourinhos desse ano! Nunca pensei que umas palavras trocadas em um GC no twitter pudesse ter levado a gente para aquela loucura que foi a turnê de Harry (ai nossas noites em claro). Obrigada pela companhia de todas as noites huahauahau espero que finalmente em 2022 a gente consiga se ver pessoalmente e usar a TV gigante com uns bons drinks e Matilda surtando com as nossas gargalhadas.

Meninas @vintageumbroshirt @whatevertearsyou 💙💙💙, tão no meu coração sempre. Vocês foram meu outro tesourinho que 2021 me deu, espero conseguir conhecer vocês também em 2022, pois preciso abraçar! hahaha

Sus @lululawrence, I have no words to thank you for what you did for me. I know things are difficult for you, but still, you took the time in one of the few free moments you have, and managed to calm me down and help me when I was in the middle of a breakdown trying to figure out and understand who I am. Thank you ❤️. I hope to be able to repay that one day.

To my followers, thanks for being here. I may not interact much, but knowing that you enjoy my blog and my awkward tries of socializing (LOL) makes me very happy.

I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas (in whatever way you can). If you don't celebrate Christmas, no problem, may the day be wonderful anyway!

Merry Christmas everyone! 💖

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One Way or Another (yandere!Dabi x f!Reader)

Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x f!Reader, Hawks x f!Reader

Synopsis: Being a doctor at the hero hospital is stressful enough. However, what happens when your beloved friend Hawks begins to take a liking to you? And what if he isn’t the only one who has his eye on you? An evil Dabi starts to fall for you immensely after one dark night. Nothing can hold him back from his urge to have you.

Part 1 / ?

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Warning: This story will eventually have mentions of stalking, violence, gore, language, and hard smut. Viewer’s discretion is advised.

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The sounds of birds tweeting filled your ears. Today your bed seemed just that more comfortable as the sunlight dripped though your curtains. The sound of the traffic in your city was at a minimum as you sighed into your pillow. Finally, a day off from work. This week had kicked your ass hard. Your job at the Hero hospital was a privilege and a burden. While you were one of a very small group who could treat and aid the top heroes, it was a very stressful job. The hours weren’t exactly nine to five and some nights you were heading home with your head low in complete exhaustion. However, you still loved your job. You had a great sense of pride knowing that you could give back to the heroes who protected you and everyone around you. 

But today is your day off.  You knew how to separate your job and your personal life.  You lay in bed thinking of what you planned to do with your free time.  Your kitchen could do with a cleaning, but the idea of sitting on the couch watching bad reality television sounded more appeasing to you. You smiled into your pillow, finally a day to relax and do absolutely nothing.

Then your phone buzzed.

You opened one eye to see your boss’ caller ID on your screen. You grabbed the phone from your nightstand and reluctantly answered. Before you could even say hello, the sound of your boss yelling over the phone broke the silence in your room.

"_______ get in here now we need you!"

 With your shoelaces undone and a piece of toast in your mouth, you dashed outside of your apartment with your work bag tossed on your back. Your boss informed you of a villain attack in the city centre which caused some heroes to be injured. Fire injuries were your specialty, so you were called immediately. Your legs were running to the train station, hoping not to miss the train to the hospital and having to wait another ten minutes for the next train.

While you were fixing your tie around your neck, your eyes caught sight of a small red object flying across in front of you. After a small moment of confusion, you heard the sound of wings flapping behind you and immediately knew who it was.

"Hey hey hey, didn’t know you were into running these days ______?"

You scoffed, swallowing the last bit of your toast as you dodged hitting into a random person in the street.

"Not now Hawks" You yelled up at him. "I’m running late."

Hawks. Number 2 Hero. You both met each other when he had only just graduated from this hero training. He survived a nasty attack from a villain, resulting in his feathers being pretty damaged. You were the one who took care of him and patched him up.  He was in the hospital for two days straight and most of that time was spent with you monitoring his health. His determination to become a top hero and his snarky charisma allow you two to immediately have a connection. After he was discharged, he still kept in contact with you and now he could consider you one of his closest friends. Till this day, he is forever grateful for you helping him, but these days teasing you seems more fun to him.

The man was now gliding alongside you, clearly mocking your lack of speed.

"Why am I not surprised?" He chuckled, eyeing you.

You sent him a stern glare. Unfortunately, you could not argue with him and run at the same time without losing your breath.

"You know, sweetheart, the train is about to leave in a minute, and unless you just gained a speed quirk, chances are you're not going to make it," he teased.

You held your tongue at his words. When you first told him you didn’t have a quirk, he thought you were joking and laughed in your face. Needless to say, you weren’t too happy about that. So whenever he sees the chance, he always enjoys pointing it out.

Hawks continued to fly beside you, now sighing and crossing his arms behind his head.

"Only if you knew someone who could get you to the hospital in time." He groaned.

He raised his eyebrow at you. You knew what he was trying to imply. Your stomach immediately started to do flips at the thought of it. You hated heights and Hawks knew this about you. But he also knows about how much your work matters to you.

You eyed your watch on your wrist, already you were ten minutes late. You glanced down to see Hawks’ red feathers tying your shoelaces. You finally stopped running and stood trying to catch your breath.  You ignored the rational thoughts in your head and returned back to glare at Hawks.

"I swear Hawks if you do anything funny." You sneered at him.

His face immediately lit up with glee and a smirk spread across his face.

"Trust me _____. It will be like floating on a cloud. " He reassured you by putting his hand on his heart.

"Just don’t throw up on me again." He hushed quickly. 

Before you even had time to swear at him, he whooshed behind you and lifted you up in his arms. You immediately let out a squeak in fear, earning a laugh from Hawks. Your hands gripped his neck and your body tensed up as you both started to rise to the sky. You both were now above the skyscrapers and the whole city seemed so small. It was truly breath taking and you wondered if Hawks ever just spent his days looking down at the city.  

You cast a quick glance down at the people who had turned into ants. Your stomach dropped and you turned your face into hawks’ chest for the rest of the journey to avoid throwing up.

"You can look up now doll."

You cranked your head to see if Hawks was telling the truth. You were relieved to see that his feet were touching the ground. He had landed on the hospital roof, a perfect spot.

"Nice landing" you jerked at him.

"You’re welcome Miss." He said, rolling his eyes.

You hopped out of his arms and stood attempting to fix yourself up before you entered the hospital. You could tell the wind messed up your hair quite a bit.

"You look fine ____."

Now you were the one to roll your eyes. Last time he said that you walked into your meeting with your lipstick smeared across your face.

"Shouldn’t you have been helping save your colleagues from that villain attack?"

"Had to make sure my _____ was safe first." Hawks was always skilled at avoiding questions he didn’t want to answer. You chalked it up to his media training.

You made your way to the door leading down to the hospital as soon as you felt you had put yourself together decently. Hawks' mouth dropped at your actions. He flew to block the door to prevent you from leaving.

"Nothing else you want to say?" He pestered at you. "No thank you, hawks or hawks; you are my hero; you are incredible?"

He really made a poor impression of you.

"Thank you, Hawks. Now shove it. " You snapped thinking of the time you are wasting with him up here. Your words, however, did not convince the young hero.

"How about takeaway and a movie at your place?" He questioned.

"Did you just invite yourself over to my place?" You sneered at him; your arms now crossed.

"Is it a deal?" He spoke. You were beginning to realise that there was no way hawks was going to let you though unless you said yes. You both haven’t done anything together in a while, you thought to yourself.

"Deal." You nodded.

Hawks’ feathers fluttered and he busted into a sing-song voice.

"Perfect! I’ll buy the food and you can pick the movie. Bye _____! " He yelled, tossing himself over the building as he flew away into the clouds.

Your mouth dropped at how he was able to make you agree to invite him over to your house within a minute. You sighed, rolling your eyes as you pushed the door open to enter the hospital.

As you entered your unit of the hospital, your boss was stood there waiting for you and your co-workers busily hurrying around.

"Look who finally decided to turn up."

You did your best not to glare at him.  You apologised profusely about being late to him and how it wouldn’t happen again.

"I heard she was seen with her boyfriend Hawks" A staff member piped up with a sneer.

You cringed at her words and her attempt to cause drama in front of your boss. Hawks is many things, but your boyfriend is definitely not one of them. 

"He is not my boyfriend. He was helping me to work. " You defended yourself. 

"I don’t want to hear anymore of the bird boy. Get working now _____. " Your boss yelled. 

You gave a low nod and immediately jumped into work, making your way over to your first patient.

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When you actually finished with the last patient, you had no idea what time it was. You gathered your belongings and exited the building, only to find the city engulfed in darkness. You sighed, your shoulders heavy from fatigue. The thought of a relaxing bath and a comfortable bed appealed to you. You checked your phone to find that the train station had closed long ago. Your eyes darted across the street for a taxi, but you had no luck. Walking it was, you thought.

You tried your best to stick to bright lit areas of the city. It was one of the disadvantages of being quirkless, you were practically defenceless. If a villain wanted to kill you, they would have no problem with doing it. That is why you prefer to work behind the scenes helping the heroes rather than being at the front of the violence.

Your walking stopped as you reached an alleyway. You debated or not if you should enter it. If you stuck to the bright areas, you wouldn’t reach your apartment for another fifteen minutes. However, if you went down this dark alleyway it would only take you five minutes. You stood listening for any noise to indicate if there was anyone down the dark path. After standing in silence, you made the decision to chance it. You took a breath and made your way down the narrow street.

All was well and you finally started to calm down as you walked. You thought of what leftovers you had in your fridge to eat when you heard the noise of glass breaking behind you. Your blood turned to ice as your body froze into place. When you looked to the source of the racket, a single drop of sweat ran down your brow.

A man with his head hanging low sat beside one of the big trash bins. You quickly realised the man wasn't all there when he didn't acknowledge you as you walked by. Your brain was screaming at you to keep walking. Your heart and morals, on the other hand, told you to check on the man's safety. You bit your lower lip, carefully weighing your options. Your morals came out on top.

"Sir?" you asked.

You were met with silence since the man did not respond. As you got closer, it became clear that the man was in pain. When you were within arm’s reach, you cautiously put your hand on the individual's neck to check for a pulse. Fortunately, it was at a consistent rate. You now knelt beside him. You tapped his shoulder lightly. Finally, the man let out a groan. You breathed a sigh of relief.

You gently pushed his head back, allowing you to see his face in the moonlight. You immediately noticed the faulty stitching and staples all around his face and body. The damaged deep purpled skin contrasted sharply with his pale skin. His eyelids hung low, but the brightness of the moon resulted in the stranger opening his eyes halfway. You were almost in shock at his bright blue eyes as they stared into yours.

"Am I dreaming?" He mumbled painfully.

You shook your head as you examined his body.

"What is the problem sir?" You questioned.

He sent a sly grin at you. Your concern was able to amuse the man. His finger weakly pointed at his opposite arm. One of the stitches on his arm had obviously ripped open and blood was steadily pouring out and onto the dirty ground.

You stared at the wound for a moment and considered if he needed to be taken to the hospital.

Almost as if he were reading your mind, he said, "No hospitals."

You chose not to question him and began to act on your feet. You removed your bag from your back and pulled out your first aid kit and some tools you used at work. You began to place a thread into your incision needle and prepared the medical stapler for use.

You could sense his apprehensiveness as he eyed your needle.

"Trust me sir, I’m a doctor." You explained to him.

"You'd better cut the sir crap; you're making me feel like an old man." He laughed lightly,

Feeling like you were getting somewhere with him, you continued the conversation. 

"Do you have a name?" You asked, hoping to distract him from the pain about to happen.

The man had a slight hesitation as his name fell from his mouth.

"Dabi."

You placed some hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball as you continued to talk to him.

"You have a lovely name, Dabi."

"I bet you say that to all your patients."

You smiled at his words and you placed the cotton on his wound. He immediately tensed up and hissed in pain as the alcohol did its job.

"I can promise you I don’t, Dabi." His name fell off your lips with such ease.

After you felt the wound was disinfected, you grabbed the needle and began to stitch his skin together. Dabi was now sat up straight admiring your concentration with the needle. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had cared for him like this.

"Did you get caught up in that villain attack this morning? “You asked him.

Dabi's mouth turned into a smirk, "I guess you can say I was."

"I bet it was scary," you said.

Dabi raised his eyebrow at you. "Do I look like the sort of person who gets scared?"

You took your attention from his wound and looked at his unamused face. You giggled slightly at his expression.

"You can tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone. " You teased him.

He chuckled at your humour. You really did do a good job at distracting him from the pain.

"Those villains are pieces of shit, aren’t they?" He said, hoping for your opinion.

As you took the stapler in your hand, you moved on to the staples of the wound.

"Hmm, I don’t know if I would say that." You mentioned focusing on placing the stapler in the right position on his skin.

"What? You side with the League of Villains? " Dabi pried at you, staring at you with interest.

"Not exactly." You explained, "I believe a lot of the villains didn’t exactly have a choice of which side they wanted to be on. Also, working with Heroes, you begin to see that quirks determine what society thinks of you. If you don’t have a quirk, then you must be useless. If you have a dangerous quirk, then you are destined to be a villain. I find it all very frustrating if I am honest. "

Dabi listened intently to your rambling. It was nice to see someone agree with some of his opinions. You were obviously very intelligent. As you continued to work on his arm, he made note of your face and its beauty.

As you had just finished the last staple, you asked him, "Did you patch your skin up yourself?"

"Yeah, I did. I prefer to do it my own way because the majority of my skin is brunt to a crisp.” He explained.

"You have a fire quirk?"

He nodded as your eyes moved across his body to look at his skin. Your eyes finally meet his face. Without even thinking, you reached your hand out to cup in check and brushed your thumb along the staples in his face.

Dabi let out a small gasp. It had been a while since someone had touched him. You finally realised what you did and immediately yanked your hand away from him and stood up, hoping he wouldn’t see you blush in embarrassment.

"I’m really sorry Dabi" you said, putting your face in your hand, "I’ve just never seen anyone with a fire quirk like this."

He smiled at your embarrassment.

"Don’t worry. There is no need to be sorry. I didn’t mind it. " He reassured you.

You sighed and reached a hand out to help him up off the ground.

As he towered over your frame, you suddenly realised how tall he was in comparison to you. As soon as you realised your work was done, you let his hand out of yours.

"Well Dabi" you said, "I guess I better be heading home."

"Thank you" was all he said.

While your arms hugged you around your stomach, his deep blue gaze on you made you feel even more insecure.

"Are you going to be okay?" You asked him.

A small smile was on his face.

"Don’t worry about me."

You nodded to let him know you understood.

"Then I better go." You said, turning away from him.

Before Dabi could open his mouth to say anything to you, a black car drove into the alleyway with a large honk of its horn.  The tinted window rolled down the slightest bit and a voice called out Dabi’s name.

"That’s my ride," Dabi explained.

He didn't want to abandon you in the dark, but he also knew that you getting into the car would be impossible.

"Well take care Dabi", You said your last words and turned the corner away from him and the car.

You knew that it wouldn’t have been a good idea if you stayed any longer. You did your duty and left without anything else occurring. You had visions of the man’s blue eyes and face. You could tell from his body and face he was probably conventionally attractive before his burn scars. You ignored the flutters you had in your stomach as you took the stairs up to your apartment floor.

After entering the code to your apartment, you quickly tossed your bag to the floor and threw your jacket off. You sighed with relief to finally be home alone. Peace and quiet was the thing you needed after your long day.

"Finally home sweetheart?"

When you saw the man behind you holding a plate of takeaway sushi, you shrieked and nearly fell to the floor in shock.

"Hawks you little-!"

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Dabi threw up his hands in frustration as he approached the LOV's hideout. He completely forgot to ask for your name. After you had taken care of his injuries, the very least he could do was ask for your name.

He sighed and sat on the grimy couch. His thoughts returned to the events of your and his meeting. He was still bewildered that you chose to help a random stranger in the dark. Dabi knew that if it hadn't been for you, he would have bled out until he passed out and died. His fingertips traced the stitching on his arm that you had done. It was noticeably better done than his own work.

"What are you smiling about?" Toga spoke up, breaking Dabi of his thoughts.

His face immediately dropped, and he muttered a nothing. Toga shrugged off his reply and reached for the TV remote. The sound of the TV made Dabi’s head throb, so he stood up and headed out of the room to find somewhere more peaceful to rest for the night.

"What was the situation like in the hospital tonight Doctor?" the interviewer asked.

"Well, I would personally like to thank the heroes who were able to transport the citizens and other heroes who were harmed in the attack to the hospital so quickly."

The sound of your voice echoing throughout the room made Dabi freeze in place. He turned around to face the TV and ordered Toga to turn up the volume.

Dabi barely heard your voice as he continued to stare in a trance at your lovely face.

"We would like to thank you and your unit for all your help today. We are all grateful. " The interview told you.

You nodded and smiled at the camera as you wished everyone well.

Your name suddenly appeared at the bottom of the screen.

"Doctor _____ ______"

Dabi's face lit up with a big grin, and he couldn't help but laugh. He figured it wouldn't be that difficult to find you after all.

[360iris]

Poly!Draco Malfoy x Blaise Zabini x Ravenclaw!Reader Blurb

Content warning: A dash of smut and a drop of daddy kink

Blaise was never close with anyone from his house. Whether it be, because of their attitudes or underdeveloped ideologies, but he remained to himself. That is until he was paired with you during a potions lesson in your second year.

Even as a child, he was never one to laugh much, but you were intelligent and funny. The two of you instantly clicked.

After that day, he found himself seeking you out. Whether you were curled up outside under a tree reading or falling asleep during a divination lesson, he’d slip in beside you and happily listen to whatever thought crossed your beautiful mind.

He doesn’t waste his time speaking unless there’s something he actually wants to say, otherwise he’s silent.

With you he’s adoringly attentive; with others, he comes off as blatantly unimpressed.

You’re best friends and share your first kiss at the age of fourteen, but don’t start formally dating until your fifth year.

Lots of cuddling in comfortable silence or Blaise quietly listening to you complain about Professor Snape, while not taking his eyes off of his book.

“He marked down my essay by a whole letter because he claims the herb isn’t recognized by that specific name anymore! What an absolute tosser! Every year I gradually understand why he’s always alone! No one can suffer his company! The funny thing is that I was just starting to feel like he was a decent guy!” You vent, blood boiling just recalling the interaction.

“Y/N?” He exhales from above you, your face currently squished against his chest.

“Hm?” You respond, lifting your head to face him, before suddenly feeling his lips on your own. It was disorienting, and then wholly consuming. But right as you bring a hand up to clutch his jumper, he’s pulling away.

“Don’t talk about other men while you’re straddling me, love.” He replies, turning his attention back to the pages in front of him. Your mouth drops as the butterflies in your stomach do airplane maneuvers.

“Wha- Blaise!” You try to appeal but you can tell by the smirk on his lips that he’s not budging.

“Don’t be a brat; that was all you’re getting.”

Sixth year was when Blaise introduced you to Draco. You had seen the platinum blonde boy over a dozen of times during your years at Hogwarts, but had never actually spoken to him. You were one of the lucky few.

Blaise later informs you that the boy had a fall out with his usual gaggle of idiots and needed to be around more grounded individuals.

“So... you want me to suddenly be best-mates with Draco-fucking-Malfoy? I thought you couldn’t have cared less about him?”

To say you were confused, was a severe understatement.

“He wouldn’t have even gotten in this predicament if he hadn’t spent the majority of his time here, devoted to pissing everyone off.” You huff, collapsing onto Blaise’s assigned bed. He’d snuck you in here many times over the years.

“I know what I said, Y/N. Now I’m saying that I pulled a couple of strings and he’s going to be my roommate.” He drawls out, rolling his eyes at the socked foot playfully prodding his torso.

“It’s not up for discussion.” He states, grabbing ahold of your foot and utilizing it to make room between your legs.

His usually pristine, ironed slacks wrinkling as his knees dug into the duvet underneath you.

“So, in short: All I want to hear from those pretty, little lips of yours is a confirmation that you’ll be a good girl and behave when he gets here.” His hands gripped at your exposed thighs and your skirt, ever so slightly hiked up to reveal more of your soft skin.

Biting your lip to keep in a whimper, your attention switches to the source of a surprised sputter from the door.

“Oh! Um.. Zabini...” The boy’s pale face already becoming red and splotchy from embarrassment.

It took a while for Draco to adjust to his new company. Most likely due to the fact that, for the first time ever, he couldn’t control his peers. Neither of you cared about his status or his daddy’s money. He soon realized that there wasn’t a need to put on an act anymore.

Within a short span of time, he learned to stop bothering other students. Whenever he unnecessarily detoured to pester an underclassman on the way to a lesson, Blaise and yourself would simply keep walking. Ultimately leaving him by himself.

Naturally everyone noticed the drastic change in his demeanor, and while you did get questions from girls in your house asking why Malfoy was suddenly trailing after you and your boyfriend like a lost puppy, the school appreciated the loss of one of it’s primary bullies.

The most to least talkative in the trio: you, Draco and lastly Blaise.

Oldest to youngest: Blaise, you and Draco.

Draco wasn’t accustomed to people being as sarcastically playful with him as you are. Teasing him as much as Blaise would allow, before he pulls you away from the younger boy by the waistband of your skirt.

Riling him up was by far your favorite pastime.

As months went by, you noticed the bonds the boys were forming, even if Draco seemed oblivious to it.

“He’s growing on you.” You say in a sing-song manner after Draco heads off to his next class. You smile when Blaise pauses his quill mid-stroke.

“Don’t you have an assignment you should be completing?” Is all he responds but you don’t let up, poking him under the table with your shoe.

“I think he likes you, though he probably doesn’t even know it yet.” Switching your gaze onto your hand, inspecting your manicure. He’s not looking at you anyway, bracing himself on the table with his forearms and face turned away.

“Do you want to sleep with him?” You ask, crossing your arms and he jolts.

“Merlin, Y/N!”

“What it’s okay! I do too! He has a puppy-dog energy to him.” You respond nonchalantly and Blaise scrunches his face, clearly overwhelmed.

“Wha-“

“I’m admitting it, so that you can admit it and then we can move on to the next step!”

He inhales deeply and sits back in his chair. Clearly taking a second to collect his thoughts. “And what’s the next step?” He asks, one of his perfect brows arching.

“So you know how we’re dating?” You ask and he stares back at you blankly. 

“Yes, Y/N. I’m aware that we’re dating.” He replies dryly but you continue.

“Well, I know he likes you. I mean, I have functioning eyes! He’s so reliant on you, it’s really cute! Anyway! I noticed that he likes me too! When I’m around, he’s always looking at me. Like when I make a joke or put my hair up, or if I’m just reading! It’s the same way you look at me.” You excitedly ramble.

“And how do I look at you exactly?” He questions coolly.

“Like you love me. Like, you’re seeing me for who I really am, and you must like what you find because you don’t turn away. If anything, you stare harder.” You say tenderly, daring him to deny it but he doesn’t. He nods his head and brings a hand up to his mouth.

“So what do you want to do?” He finally asks and you smile.

You decide on testing how far Draco would let you treat him as if you both were dating him too.

For Blaise this meant speaking softer and sweeter. Wrapping his arm around the boy’s shoulder when they walked together in the halls.

As for yourself, you made a point of sitting closer to him. Brushing your exposed thigh against his hips or pressing your chest on his arm when reaching for something. You might even act as if you’re removing an eyelash from his cheek or tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

He got the most flustered with you. When you got close he always froze in place, holding his breath nervously as if you were a skittish butterfly.

“Aren’t you tired, dear?” You ask with a faux furrow in your brow, innocently batting your eyelashes.

“Wha- What do you mean?” He replies confused as you sit almost flush against him as he’s seated at the end of Blaise’s bed.

The eldest boy looking up from the book in his lap, legs crossed as he leans back against the headboard. Watching as you drag a hand through Draco’s hair. He’s silent and unmoving when the blonde boy turns to anxiously meet his gaze.

“Don’t you want to touch me, Draco? Aren’t you tired of just looking?” You’re caressing his cheek as you speak and you already know you have him looped around your finger because he already looks so desperate.

“Do you want to touch me, sweetheart?” You ask again, and he nods eagerly causing you to chuckle.

As you straddle him, you look up at your boyfriend. His stare is intense and you smirk. This was going to be fun.

“Draco, dear.” You purr, situating yourself on his lap.

“Hm?” He’s looking at you with such adoration, your smile widens. Lacing a hand into the hair at the base of his neck, you press a kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s see how much we can get away with before Daddy intervenes.”

[shotorozu]

Heya! I love your writing. Could I request scenarios for Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Midoriya and Denki (if that’s ok, and if not, just cut Denks 😔) with a S/O that snorts when they laugh and their a little insecure about it, so they usually cover their mouth as soon as it happens or just try not to laugh at anything and as a result they put up this serious front when, in reality, they are really just ✨a crackhead✨

s/o that doesn’t like their laugh

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (if you squint, there’s a dash hurt and comfort)

note(s) : PLS i can relate to this, my laugh is a cross hybrid of a window being cleaned, and a hyena 🗿 i normally don’t write 5 characters in one post but.. exceptions will be made. sorry that this took so long! will go back to writing requests

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bakugou katsuki

he was very confused, and shocked?? it was a lot

you and him are very similar, like,, out of all the people in 1-A, he’s never seen you laugh like.. hysterically.

it was always normal for him to surpress his laughter when the times are right. but even when you guys got together, he never saw you laugh

which was just a “hm.. okay? wtf, i haven’t seen them laugh before??” moment

and don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re emotionless, and he HASN’T seen you laugh, it’s more like you just cut yourself off before it gets too intense

which is.. 🤨 weird. to him at least

laugh if you need to laugh, he doesn’t get why you always cut yourself off, like smh the audacity

okay so imagine this, you’re sitting in the kitchen— only a few feet away from katsuki, as he finishes cooking for you, just like any normal day

but i also headcanon that bakugou likes to taste test his cooking, before he can serve it to you. y’know— just in case he accidentally used bad ingredients which is rare, since he’s very precise with cooking

so he prepares the plate and utensils, and before he serves it to you— he takes a quick taste to see how it is, but his face immediately twists in disatisfaction

“what the fuck—” he sputters, looking at the plate “who the fuck switched the salt and sugar?”

and that seemed to be your breaking point, you immediately burst out into a fit of giggles and snorts, even with katsuki still recovering from the weird after taste.

if it was any other person, he would’ve chucked them out of the kitchen— but seeing you laugh out loud like this left him appalled

but your laughing episode is cut short when you realize that katsuki’s just staring. not saying anything, nor is he telling you off for laughing.

his expression looks so indifferent from seeing you laugh?? so you simply just apologize “sorry, i know the laugh is ugly.”

katsuki quickly snaps out of it, ruby irises glaring at you “ugly? when the hell did i say that?” he questions, voice gruff

your silence makes him think that you’re actually insecure about your laugh, an despite the weird aftertaste in his mouth, he decides to speak

“look, it was nice seeing you laugh, idiot.” he adds, because it sounded a little too nice “i don’t get why you have to hold your laughter back, especially around me. laugh if you need to, i’m not gonna judge you.”

plus, he’s not the person to judge you for your laugh anyway, his laugh.. is questionable for sure. i wouldn’t say it’s any better, so that would’ve be hypocritical of him

“you sure?”

“hell yeah i’m fuckin’ sure! but anyway, i’m gonna kill the bitch that switched the salt and sugar!” he gets up from the table, plate in hand as he goes to fix the meal

he surely can’t see your face right now, but when he hears you laugh, he can’t find himself not being able to smile.

he can only look forward to seeing you laugh again.

kirishima eijirou

his first reaction was :00 and 😳

so he was kind of left to his own thoughts when he realized that,, he hasn’t seen you laugh wildly before

and it’s not like you were just 😐 the entire time, you just always covered your mouth whenever you wanted to laugh

it was a big mystery to him, but he doesn’t think it’s quite manly to ask you that, it wasn’t long before he found out anyway

so! i headcanon that kirishima has his lil gaming night with the bakusquad maybe once or twice a week, they usually choose to communicate through the voice chat so.. no physical interaction.

and you’re just there, spectating the entire thing. because you still wanted to spend time with eijirou— but you didn’t want to interrupt his weekly gaming moment

so there’s a twist— he was actually playing a rpg multi-player horror game with the bakusquad, so.. jumpscares, am i right?

you were just sitting there on his bed, just watching if there’s anything interesting so far— and surprise! there’s a jumpscare.

eijirou jumps a little from the impact, and you can just hear the faint girlish screams of bakugou and kaminari, even from this length— basically telling all of them to just fucking dip! run the other way!

AND YOU WEREN’T EXPECTING BAKUGOU TO SCREAM SO.. HIGH PITCHED?

so you just start laughing when you hear the continuous screams, from his headset rip kiri’s ear drums and while kirishima tried to focus on the objective, he couldn’t help but turn around

just to see you laughing your ass off. and he’s there like 😳 they’re laughing?? they’re laughing!

so kirishima quickly finishes the game, but he just found himself in a state of shock. but then you covered your mouth so :(( aw.

you notice that he finished his game, so you just stop laughing entirely “oh— are you finished, eijirou?”

he’s still kind of taken aback by the laugh, and you seem to have noticed his reaction “wait, did you.. hear that?”

when you see eijirou nod, your expression seemed shell shock— which confused him, until you told him that you assumed that he didn’t hear you because of the headphones

“what? is it bad?” he asks with genuine curiousity, but you just explain that you’re just embarrassed. because the laugh itself is ugly

which kirishima disagrees!! >:(( your laugh had him in awe. he loves seeing you laugh, and it was a nice surprise.

“i love hearing you laugh! it makes me happy— i don’t see any reason that you should be ashamed of it, everyone’s laugh is different, after all.”

you’d say he’s lying, but the genuine toothy grin on kirishima face convinces you that he has the purest intentions.

midoriya izuku

now that i’ve thought about it, have we ever seen this boy burst into laughter?? this excludes the hospital scene of course.

but he’s not too concerned about himself not being able to freely laugh, but it was more like he was curious (or concerned) about you

you’re always quick to either cut yourself off, or you just cover your mouth entirely. and he can’t help but feel curious!

he asked you at some point on why you do those things when you laugh, but you just shrugged. so until that point, it was just simply a mystery— that’s left to his own imagination

so whenever midoriya creates new moves with his quirk, he’d have the sudden desire to show his s/o and ask if the move would be practical in anything. because why not

and we all know how much midoriya trains right? he’s quite the hard worker. but you were taking a nap in the afternoon, after finishing your school work for the day

it’s probably reaching 3pm now, and izuku finished making new moves with his quirk, and he was eager to show you!

he didn’t want to do this but he ended up waking you up anyway, and he brought you outside to show you the new moves

“look at this, Y/N!” he says, all excited oh boy

what he didn’t expect was how fast he was going— missing the entire key move, and he started plummetting to the ground (similar to a ragdoll being thrown)

you were still partially dowsy, and you weren’t expecting him to fall to the ground like THAT, so you started laughing hard

and because you’re still drowsy, you don’t recognize that you’re actually laughing— yeah, izuku may be still on the ground, but wow. you’re laughing!!

he’s surely taken back, because he’s never actually seen you burst into laughter like this, he was just

yet, you immediately slap your hand over your mouth— when you realize that you’re actually laughing out loud, and snorting in front of your boyfriend wjdnwkx

“i’m sorry, izuku” you regain composure, immediately rushing to his aid to help him up, “you didn’t need to hear, or see that.”

but why are you apologizing? he’s the one that dragged you out here to see him fail 💀 “no, no! it’s fine Y/N. i was just surprised, that’s all.”

the expression on his face kind of worries you— because omg what if he thinks the laugh was ugly? i’ll never laugh again.

“i’d understand if you’d think my laugh was kind of ugly, izu—”

“what— it’s not ugly!” he’s quick to object “i think.. it’s really nice. it surprised me, but your laugh’s interesting! in the good way, and it’s also kind of cute, uhm—.” pls don’t give him a heart attack

you shake your head, because you already have a good idea of what he feels— and it’s quite positive. “i get it, izuku. thank you for the reassurance.”

he finally calms down when you give him a quick smooch on the lips. in short, you were the one to calm him down rip

todoroki shouto

he’s definitely curious about it

i mean, it’s a natural occurence at this point— shouto was already observant of you, what more when he started developing feelings for you

once again, not someone who freely laughs (he’s quite oblivious with the socializing part so it’s too be expected) but that doesn’t mean you should mirror him

like midoriya, he probably tried speaking to you about it— but you always reassured him that it was just a subconscious habit still odd but.. if you say so

so, shouto’s downstairs in the kitchen right? he’s preparing a snack to bring up to your room, and while he was trying his best to hurry up with it

you eventually trekked downstairs, and saw shouto preparing said snack. so what do you do? you surprise him!

“shouto!” you peak behind him, and he’s startled because he thought he was alone this entire time

so— he might’ve accidentally started a mini fire out of shock, and he’s quick to realize that

🧍 there’s a fire. that i’ve created. it was a miracle that he didn’t set off the alarms

the situation is handled pretty quickly, since he’s fast enough to put out the fire. but now, shouto’s just staring at the burned piece of snack.

silence.

“..there was an attempt.” he says it simply, while also equipped with a rather frazzled expression.

this causes you to burst out into a fit of laughter, snorting at the scene in front of you— the comment being oddly hilarious

he’s the personification of 🧍right now, and shouto’s just watching at the rare scene of you hunched over the kitchen counter, snorting from laughter

“i’m sorry, shouto.” you cover your mouth, still trying to regain your composure “i’m sorry that i scared you but.. it was kind of funny.”

shouto’s just thinking “..they were laughing.” not in a bad way, of course. he’s heard people laugh at his ‘jokes’ but this was definitely a different feeling.

shouto being well,, shouto. he’s going to be blunt with his words “your laugh is pretty.”

but your first reaction is 👁👁?? PRETTY?? “shouto, out of all the things my laugh could be— you chose pretty?” you’re looking at him like he’s crazy rn

he’s really confused like,, “yeah. your laugh is pretty, is that bad?”

so then you explain that you just never perceived your laugh as pretty, only because you ‘snorted like a pig’ he thought that was a little sad to hear

“i don’t see a reason that you should be ashamed of your laugh, Y/N.” he moves closer, setting a cool hand on your shoulder “every part of you is special in their own individual way. and i’ll love every part of it.”

“you,, mean that? like really??” you ask, and he confirms it with a nod, resting his head against your shoulder “i’m sorry that i burned your snack.”

“it’s fine. i’m sorry i scared you,”

“if it made you laugh then.. i’d say it’s worth it.” and you can’t really think that he’d lie, just by the way his mismatched eyes stare at you in pure adoration.

kaminari denki

the only person here that laughs freely whenever and wherever, he has that class clown type of beat

he was a little sad to see that you always covered your mouth whenever you laughed, since it sort of makes his day to see people laugh at his jokes

but of course, he’d never judge you— he may be curious about certain things but,, he’ll never secondguess you as a whole

similar to todoroki and midoriya, he’ll ask you in a lighthearted way on why you cover your mouth whenever you laugh

and you always brush it off, so he’d just have to respect that

i’d imagine that he’d encounter your laugh when you guys are doing your daily cracktivities

you guys were already quite good friends before you guys started dating, and this was quite a habit that always occurred maybe once or twice a week

the both of you were desperately trying to hold in the laughter that threatened to escape your lips, at 2am 💀

and the both of you guys were watching compilations of that talent show livestream on youtube (tiahra nelson’s to be specific)

so you’re still holding in your laughter, and reaches to that point in the video, where tiahra nelson was watching that dude sing ‘electric love’ (ref : this video)

seeing denki’s shocked reaction made you realize that— you just can’t hold it in anymore, so, you bursted into a fit of snorts and laughter, sliding onto denki’s shoulder

denki’s still holding in his laughter because he doesn’t want to get busted by iida or something— but oh my, YOUR LAUGH IS CONTAGIOUS TO HIM

he’s never heard you laugh this hard but omg, your laugh is contagious as hell— so he starts laughing with you 💀

eventually, the laughing does die down— and you guys move on to the next video. it’s oddly quiet at first, because the realization had just hit you and hard

you snorted in front of your boyfriend, and you’re sure that he doesn’t care that much but,, wow, you are embarrassed.

“wow— your laugh is contagious,” denki slides his hand across your shoulder, and while he’s been trying to keep the atmosphere at it’s normal, he’s quite nervous??

“it was a new experience uhm, sorry, i don’t know what i’m saying, and i know you’d be insecure about it all and..” he fumbles with his words for a bit, because denki isn’t THE BEST with serious things

“your laugh is cute.” his eyes are glued onto the screen, and his tone is basically stating that he’s right. your laugh is really cute

“you’re cheesy,” you playfully smack his chest, but you can’t help but feel quite bashful of his words

no but really,, whenever you laugh, denki starts to laugh along with you, since it’s so contagious he’s not that sorry about it

moving past the sappy shit, it’s quite helpful in cracktivities 💀

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