#~•♡•~kits complaints~•♡•~

[loving-puppy]

Desperate for attention and too proud to beg, gonna cry and scratch at the walls of my enclosure-

[willows-writings]

heya!! Hope you're doing alright!! was wondering since your requests are open and I saw you wrote for the LOV from MHA if you would write some headcanons for Himiko Toga x GN reader?

specifically where reader is patching Himiko up after she got into a nasty fight with some heros and or the vise versa? ^^’ please and thank you. And and fluff would be preferred

No pressure to write for this at all but regardless, I hope you have an amazing day/night ^^

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a/n: you're so sweet and I love this rq and I love Toga so this is perfect! I'm going to make reader a member of the LOV for this but feel free to ignore that if you wish!

cw: blood and injuries (nothing major!)

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The entire League have just gotten back to the base after a nasty run in with some Pro-heros.

The funny part was you weren't even looking for trouble this time, after receiving too many complaints from the rest of the group Mr Compress had insisted the whole league must come grocery shopping with him next time to ensure everything was bought.

Of course this happened to be the same grocery store Snipe shopped at and once he saw through your groups flimsy disguises he called for backup

After a quick fight where the league mainly focused on getting the hell out of there you all collapsed back at the base

Quickly growing tired of Shigaraki's angry ranting you dragged Toga into your shared room for some peace

Toga was still on a high from the fight and as you sat on the bed listening to her ranting you noticed a stain on the side of her sweater

"Himiko wait" you stood up a grabbed her arm "This is blood"

She pauses "Ooooo it is! How pretty!!"

"It is someone elses or yours?"

"Hmmm lets see" she pulls up the edge of her sweater to reveal a shallow gun shot wound, but it still bled heavily

You gasp, you had expected something but it was a bit worse than expected

"This must be from Snipe. The bullet didn't hit you but it definitely grazed you badly, come on I'll help treat this in the bathroom."

"y/nnnnn can't we just let it go? The color is so pretty..."

Once you have her in the bathroom sitting without her sweater you clean the blood away carefully with a first aid kit

Toga hums and continues to talk about the fight happily till you touch the wound with disinfectant

She lets out a hiss as the disinfectant touchs the injury "This is the not fun part of getting hurt"

"Yes but the most necessary" you reply as you finish cleaning and bandaging her cut

Taking a step back to make sure you bandaged it right you notice other small cuts and forming bruises across her body.

"I have to clean all of these too Himiko" you sigh as you move the disinfectant towards her

"How come cuts that bleed less hurt more" she pouts as you clean

After cleaning the cuts on her body you move to tend to the ones on her face but she squirms and complains

"Himiko please just hold still for two minutes, I know it hurts I swear I'll make it up to you."

Like it's the magic words she stops moving but you still gently take her face in one hand so you can direct her

Once done you pat her cheek "All done!" you turn to put away the medical supplies

"Waittt you said you'd make it up to me!" she drapes herself over your shoulders as you put away the first aid kit

"Suppose I did" you say as you turn and plant a kiss on the scrape on her cheek

"Come one you can't just kiss one and call it quits. To properly make up for the tedious suffering you put me through you must give a kiss to all my new accessories!"

"Brush your teeth first, then we'll talk"

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I'm so sorry this turned into a long drabble instead, but please let me know if you liked it!! Also I totally projected my hate of disinfecting cuts onto this sorry.

[atangledfate]

♡ Kit and Rouge

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ○○●●● | INTEREST ○○○○● | LOYALTY ○○○○●| TRUST

" Don't take it the wrong way Highness... You are quite lovely... and i'm happy to spend time with you! as much as you like... no complaints i do find your company pleasing..."

" But... Loyalty... Trust? i think you are barking up the wrong tree... can't be a super spy if i spill the beans can i? "

" still... i am intrigued... "

[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — DABI x FEM READER

You leave keys in doors. Dabi finds them. 

wc — 900

tags — Meet ugly, this is entirely your fault btw Dabi is in the right here lmao, quirkless au so he’s a little less fucked up in this one, or at least better at hiding it

You open the door before the twelfth knock can land. Dabi stands irate on the other side with a characteristic furrow in his brow and a snarky comment at the ready. 

“How many times have I told you-“

You’ve tuned him out already. Why bother? It’s the same thing every time. If your neighbor wasn’t so attractive, you would’ve complained to the landlord about him by now. He’s not committing any actual crime (besides being annoying), but this is around the fifth time you’ve found yourself at the end of one of his tirades. You’re seriously about to consider texting your landlord when he notices you not paying attention. 

“Hey!” He snaps his fingers in your face. “Listen when I’m telling you something!” 

You bat his hand away. “Can I have my keys back yet?” 

“Not until you get it through your thick skull that you can’t keep leaving them in your lock. You don’t know what kind of freaks-“ very ironic, you think “-live here! Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for a young woman to be living alone? You’re practically leaving your front door open!” 

“It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose,” you say defensively. You can’t help being forgetful! “Why do you care anyway?” 

“…I’m a big brother.” 

Oh, so he’s one of those types. 

“Okay, but you’re not my big brother. Have a good night!”

You shut the door in his face. 

Instead of leaving immediately, you wait. You can hear Dabi’s breathing from the other side of the door, deep and rapid like he’s still furious. For a second, you think he’s going to keep banging on the door until you open back up to hear his complaints again. It would be in character. To your surprise, you hear his silent footsteps pad back to his apartment. 

He’s usually out earlier than you are, so you skip out of your apartment without a fuss the next morning. You have no desire to get into another screaming match with him, especially not at the crack of dawn when you’re just starting to wake up. 

He doesn’t tend to bother you outside of finding your keys still in your lock when he comes home at night, so most days past by without incident. In fact, you’re just starting to feel bad for being so rude to him when the knocking starts again. 

This time, instead of hearing him out, you just slam the door open, ready to tell him to leave you alone because you can handle it yourself for the last time. He’s standing just slightly closer than he usually is, and the door pins his hand between it and the wall, crushing it. 

He yelps in pain. Horrified, you rush forward to pull back the door, but it’s too late. His fingers are turning a nasty shade of purple already, jammed from the impact. There’s a thin line of red blood dripping from where something sliced into his palm. 

“Oh my god,” your hands are fluttering around him, unsure of what to do. “I’m so sorry, come inside!” 

Dabi’s a strange sight at your kitchen table. He watches you silently as you get the first aid kit down, his dark eyes inscrutable. It’s uncomfortable to have his gaze trail you around the room. 

He’s so fussy about your keys. You wonder if he’s judging you for the dishes you left half cleaned in the sink, or the stray hairs you haven’t swept up yet. 

“Sorry,” you say again as you carefully apply cream then bandages to his poor hand. The skin is pink and swollen. He winced when you touch the two fingers that got the worst of it to wrap the gauze more securely around them. 

“It’s fine,” he says. 

“It’s not fine! You were just trying to help. I feel so bad,” you say. You know what they say - hindsight is 20/20. Sure, Dabi may have been annoying, but it all came from a good place. 

He squints at you. “Was it on purpose?” 

“Of course not!” 

“Then it’s fine,” he sighs. “Here’s your keys. Stop leaving them in your lock.” 

“Will you let me make it up to you?” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says dismissively, already getting up to leave as you turn around to discard the plastic wrappers left over from your treatment. You’re careful to mind his injured hand as you push him back into his seat. 

“Stay. I’ll make you dinner. Think of it like my apology.” 

“There’s no need,” he says. 

You want to grab him and shake him a little. He’s so insistent about such a small thing like your keys, but when you’re trying to apologize for literally ruining his hand, he doesn’t give a damn. 

“No more arguments,” you hiss, pulling his keys out of his pocket. They’re a matching set to yours - makes sense, since you live in the same apartment. He had them on a cat keychain. 

You’re holding them hostage until he agrees. If you have to, you’ll even tie him to your kitchen chairs. You can’t just let him go without making it up to him! That’s not the woman your mother raised you to be. 

“I don’t think this is how you apologize,” he says with a raised eyebrow. “But fine. I’ll stay for dinner, but you have to let me teach you how to get out of a chokehold.”

“Seriously, Dabi?”

“If you’re going to keep forgetting your keys in the door, I’m going to make sure you’re prepared.”

[nohoney]

my mind is still swooning over roommate! Touya (°◡°♡)

“Aren’tcha having fun Touya?” You giggle from floor as you drop another lettered bead down the string of the bracelet you were making. Laying on your stomach, you’ve got string and an assortment of beads as your entertainment on this Saturday night with your roommate roped into the fun. Normally such an activity doesn’t make you this excited but after lighting up a joint and having a few drinks of canned margarita, it seemed like the most fun thing in the world.

Touya isn’t as enthralled but he’s at least about as crossed as you are as he makes a bracelet in his own hands too.

His eyes glance to you and keeps down a chuckle when he sees one of your feet lift up into the air before dropping back down to the rug and repeating the motion with the other leg. “Hm? What’d ya say?” He asks as he digs through the plastic container for a specific bead piece.

“I asked if you were having fun, dummy.” You tell your roommate and roll your eyes as if to convey annoyance. “Are you that high right now? Get your shit together.”

Touya stretches one leg out and pokes his toe against your rib cage. Naturally you jerk and laugh in response before cursing at him, keeping a careful hold on the bracelet you were building. “Hey, you better watch it! I’m only making you something from these blessed hands of mine.” You hold up the bracelet and shake it in emphasis before bringing it back to your eye level and grabbing the next bead to put on. “You want a gift or not?”

“I could let go of this string and let all this shit fall to the floor and leave you to clean it up. I didn’t wanna do this in the first place,” Touya threatens and dangles his own work as if he was going to drop it, “be nicer to me.”

“Whatever, gimme my drink.” You demand of him. He pokes against your side again and tells you to ask him nicely. “Pleaseee.” Touya hands you your third drink of the night that’s half finished and already room temperature but it’s taken with no complaint. The high has settled in nicely and the alcohol so far hasn’t pushed you to the point of sickness so you’re still enjoying yourself. He takes the can back when you hold it up in the air and places it back onto the coffee table.

You sit up and put the finishing touches on your bracelet, making sure the knots are tied firmly before presenting it towards Touya. “Ta-dah!”

“Alright, do mine for me. I don’t know how to do this stupid crafts shit.”

You help close the bracelet and smile down at it. Your wrist is held out and you watch with rapt interest as Touya puts a pink bracelet on with white beads that spell out ‘princess’ that he did just for you. And vice versa, you put on a black bracelet with the word ‘daddy’ on his wrist. The two of you admire the gifts made for one another before you lean towards your roommate to kiss him.

Touya is all too comfortable accepting the affection and puts his hand at the back of your neck when you pull away. So you stay kissing him just a few seconds longer when he decides to pull away. His eyes are red just like yours and you can smell the margarita on his breath too, he was helping himself to your drink. You give him one last peck and start to pack up the beads and string into the kids jewelry kit you purchased from the store and set it aside to figure out where you’ll put it away later.

“Alright, what do you wanna do now?” Touya asks as he leans back against the couch with the margarita can in hand and taking a drink for himself. You eye the bracelet as it falls down his wrist slightly and the way his hand holds the can. Immediately you know what you want to do next and hold out your hand for the can to be given to you.

You take a decent chug before setting the can aside before plopping yourself next to Touya. He reaches one hand to poke at your cheek and you grab at his wrist. Once again your eyes admire the bracelet you made for him before looking back up at him and asking, “Can I paint your nails?”

[cryptonite-exe]

i see you’re taking request!! would you be willing to write some more dating rev head cannons? maybe how he’d treat you during downtime with everyone else? :) so far i’ve fallen in love with your crypto content!

dating the devil | revenant headcanons

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; revenant x gn!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; AAAA MY FIRST REQUESTTT thank you so much you kind soul!! really hope you enjoy this! (apologies it took long) <3

the mellow afternoon sun slowly descends, the light of day fading. the hazy atmosphere and silence of the dropship’s clinic was comforting. you sigh deeply and shut your eyes. you relish in the peace of this unoccupied area of the ship, the vibrations of the moving ship was soothing to you. you were hooked on an iv bag to get the fluids you needed to make a full recovery. with an arm taped with wires and strict orders to rest there, you recall the events of the past day as sleep dawned onto you. the match today did more damage than good. your entire shield batteries and med kits being completely shredded by the damn charged rifle ash kept poking you with. the bandages on your waist fit you tight, the inflammation on your skin was no joke. perhaps having personal relations to the other simulacrum has its cons.

the recent schedule of back to back matches took a toll on you- no, rather all of you. octane, who lives for the adrenaline of battle, even expressed how he needed a breather after the recent games. quoting “more stim’s been going than coming, my stunts won’t be as cool without my stim!”. after the complaints, the syndicate announced a week long break with olympus being the stopping place. the legends rejoiced and gushed about their plans for the week filled with partying and clubs, and some choosing to remain in the comfort of their closed quarters.

the next thing you knew, you were coming to your senses. your attempt at going back to sleep was futile, the pillow your head was laying on was so uncomfortable you were convinced it was a brick. no amount of shifting and turning can soften that so called pillow. the white lights of the dropship nearly blinded you when you attempted to open your eyes. you groan and rub your eyes. now pissed and awake, you tried sitting up because you don’t remember the clinic’s pillows were this hard. you immediately stopped midway as a sudden shock of pain presented itself. the pain had you yelling before you can even register where it was. “easy there human” a familiar voice greets you. your hand lays on your abdomen but your eyes pan to him. “what the hell are you doing he- wait, where even am i?” you ask when you saw the unfamiliar room. it was the standard room the syndicate assigned to everyone but there was nothing.

“my room. how idiotic of you to simply sleep there. have you no regard for your safety?” he spoke, standing up. “you were looking for me?” you asked with a laugh, tilting your head to the side. “don’t get all cocky with me, human” he defensively replies. despite his relentless remarks, he places a hand on your back and offering the other to you. you accepted it immediately, he helps you stand up and walk. he doesn’t let go, perhaps waiting for you to tell him off. but you just lean in further into his gentle embrace, one that showed he was scared of harming you. “oh my knight in shining armor.” you gush, half jokingly. he only groans in response.

‘this will be a fun week’

he's a literal 6'8 (semi) gentle giant

there are the usual homicidal remarks here and there but never towards you

he'd be bored AS SHIT during the break

he complains that "skinsuits are to be killed"

he ends up following you everywhere like a curious cat, always looming over your shoulder to watch whatever you're doing

he doesn't care about pda at all, he let's you do what makes you happy. but when someone points it out he hisses like a cat in water

when the other legends saw him walk behind you everywhere, someone was bound to make fun of him for it

it just happened to be mirage

"who would've guessed murder bot is a murder PET now hah! hahah..." he laughs, fading at the end when revenant snaps his head in mirage's direction

various curses and profanities were thrown that you had to slap him on the arm for it

"hey- no that was too mean!" you express, crossing your arms

"whatever he deserved it" he murmurs, then stomps away like a literal kid

(is back to your side in 5 minutes)

not the best person to gossip to but he does keep an open ear and sometimes asks for details

he'll groan whenever you're rambling for a long time, but he actually feels bad when you shut up

his form of an apology is sticking by your side until you start talking again

he absolutely cannot be left to do a task unless you want claw marks left everywhere

folding clothes? ripped. wiping down tables? scratches. he wants to hand comb your hair? no you're going bald.

he doesn't understand your liking for kissing him but doesn't oppose it

rev : what are you doing?

: kissing you

rev : disgusting. do it again.

doesn't do pet names. you are clinically insane if you hope he calls you one

the most he'll do is "human" or "sweetheart" and not with romantic intent

is scared to even lay a finger on you, what if those hands do to you what they were designed to do?

you have to initiate any intimacy, placing his hands on your waist reminding him it's okay or resting your head on his shoulder to calm him down

treats you like absolute glass- like you would break at a single push

possessive to the power of 10, and it cannot be overstated

no other legend would dare to even flirt with you, an invisible mark that indicates his property is on you

"mine" he mumbles, pulling your waist closer to him as his other hand grips his scythe- bloody from an entire squad's futile attempt to ambush you alone

some would question your taste in significant others but if they asked, you'd answer

"if only you knew"

if only they knew the quiet moments you had just observing each other, curiosity indulging itself

if only they knew the stories he shared from his memories, how his early days as a human haunted him to a point of endless jealousy and anger

if only they knew how tired he was of waking up from every death he hoped was the final one, how you were the only thing he looked forward to seeing

if only they knew how you were the only person he trusted enough to shut down and sleep

if only they knew how you wake up at 3am to see glowing dots on your ceiling, no hesitation to pat the bed as an invite and just go back to sleep

if only they knew how he nudges his head against yours as a kiss, how he caresses your hands feeling the warmth of being human

if only they knew your selfish thoughts of wanting to be one of his kind to accompany him in his lonely nightmare forever

© this work is by cryptonite-exe, please do not copy and post on any other platform.

[loving-puppy]

Is this an episode, or regular emotions? I don't even know right now.......

[loving-puppy]

I see a lot about romantic obsession. But what about familial/platonic obsession?? Like- no. They're MY friend, you can't have them! They're MY parent, don't fucking talk to them. You can't take the few people who I have! Sure, you can date people. But I should still be most important to you! At the very least, I should be equal!

[loving-puppy]

I wish they would kidnap me.....I just want to be at their side.

[loving-puppy]

The moment I remember, I will never bring in attention consistently. Being too anxious, too nervous...and simply not interesting enough. I will never know how to express my thoughts in a way that lures others in.

[loving-puppy]

I think I need to be sedated

[loving-puppy]

•♡•Who Am I?•♡•

Anons:

Basic Info

Age: 18

Height: 5'1

Pronouns: They/them. I'm Non-binary (afab) with a more feminine style and an adoration for male nicknames. (Ex: Prince, pretty boy, ect..)

Sexuality: Pansexual/Panromantic! I've got love for anyone! The only thing that factors into if I like someone, is their personality!

Status: Taken

Anons and Tags

Tags:

#~•♡•~Adoration~•♡•~ = Reblogs directed at my beloved

#~•♡•~Kits thoughts~•♡•~ = For random little thoughts I have in the day

#~•♡•~Kits yandere~•♡•~ = Posts about yandere stuff!

#~•♡•~Kits complaints~•♡•~ = for small complaints throughout the day

#~•♡•~Kits Fit Checks~•♡•~ = Posts with outfit pics

#~•♡•~Kits makeup~•♡•~ = Posts with makeup pics

#~•♡•~Kits outings~•♡•~ = Posts about activities I'm doing!

#~●♡●~Kits ColorGuard~●♡●~ =Posts that have anything to do with my color guard adventures!

#~•♡•~Kits music~•♡•~ = Music I'm listening to right now!

Extra Details

Hair color: Constantly changing! I'm dyeing it pretty much all the time! (And changing the size through cutting/extentions) It's currently black and reaches down to my butt!

Eye color: Hazel!

Style: Alternative! I wear alot of different stuff, so it's hard to exactly quantify it, but alternative would be my best example!

Piercing count: 22

Tattoo count: 0

Interests

Media- I love horror! Be it movies or books, I can't get enough. My favorite movies are either the Saw franchise or the Hell House LLC movies. When it comes to books, Steven King is my absolute go to. Of course, horror isn't the only thing I enjoy! When it comes to manga, I read pretty exclusively romance. Sometimes a few cat Mangas thrown in for diversity. One of my favorite Mangas would have to be Killing Stalking!

Activities- Competitively I do color guard! But aside from that, more sporty activities I do are dance (ballet most commonly), gymnastics, and hiking. For less sporty activities, I love reading and writing(I have a blog for it, if you can find it), theatre, shopping, and playing family games (like monopoly!)

Playlist- ♡

Extra Info

I love him so much.....

[loving-puppy]

Ughhh, I feel like.....violently possessive this morning. Gonna go die in a hole I suppose-

[loving-puppy]

I try so hard to think slow, process everything I hear before a reply can form. But sometimes my brain jumps in...I've already practiced my reply for this!! And next thing I know, I've misconstrued a whole situation.

Take a breath in and take a breath out. They won't hate you for confused words. They won't hate you for stupid ramblings.....right? What if my words are too harsh or I get too excited?....

[loving-puppy]

It's late and I can't sleep. But my fp/darling is sleeping....I"m gonna bash my head in a wall.

[loving-puppy]

Okay but like......I want his blade on my skin so fucking bad. I feel like an addict but I've never even had the drug......