I don’t wanna go to work I wanna go to a drive thru with Eren for lunch and then spend all day resting against his chest between his legs watching anime while he plays with my hair and gives me shoulder kisses I’m so :((
im literally obsessed with this image i have spentover an hour before like zooming in and studying it and thinking at length about if i agree or not with each assessment
“I’m gonna take a nap.” Your voice rings through the room before you do, suddenly appearing at the door with your arms crossed and your nose in the air. Bakugou only flits his eyes over at you, silently amused how you’ve bombarded your way in here, before he turns back to his phone.
“The hell are you telling me for?” He grumbles, glancing over at you while you march your way over to the bed. You do look a little tired though, your body slightly weary, as you huff when you kneel on the side of the bed—his side.
“‘Cause I need you to fall asleep, since you spoiled me.” You grumble, tacking on a, “Bastard.”
Bakugou can only grin, patting himself on the back as he sets his phone aside to welcome you with open arms. You glare at him as he smirks, jerking his chin to goad you into slumping on top of him.
“Get yer spoiled ass over here, then.” He doesn’t deny spoiling you though, already knowing that he’s made you rotten with how he treats you, dotes on you, adores you. You can only huff again before you crawl on top of him, dropping down heavily just to hear the wind get knocked out of him.
He wraps you up in his arms and legs, rubbing softly at your sides with one hand, the other resting on your upper back. It’s not enough to help you fall asleep though, as you grumble and shuffle around until he barks at you,
“Can you just get comfortable and nap, woman?!”
“Your stomach is too hard!” You snap back, eyes low and tired but still unable to finally slip close for your slumber.
“Sorry I have to be fuckin’ jacked for my job.” He rolls his eyes with a dramatic huff, another smile playing at the corner of his lips as you giggle and hit his chest softly. His chest…softly…hmm…
Without another word, you wiggle and worm your way up Bakugou’s body until your face is centered and pillowed between his soft pecs. You sigh in bliss, body already falling lax as your wrap your arms around him, eyes already slipping close.
“There we go,” you whisper as sleep is ready to finally snatch you under. “Nice, soft, pillow tits to help…” your voice is drifting off before you even finish, asleep already when Bakugou growls and pinches slightly at your side before it settles on patting your butt.
“They’re not tits, dumbass.” But he can’t really believe himself, not when you’re fast asleep with a content smile on your face, your cheek mushed against his chest, and the tiniest blissful sigh falling from your lips.
Katsuki literally jumps off of the roof of the highest buildings,he gets thrown through walls and fight villains with quirks way more dangerous and powerful than his. For fucks sake he trains with Kirishima while in unbreakable mode!!! He gets home to you with bruised knuckles,the occasional caked up bloody nose and little burn marks from releasing his quirk to close to his face but NEVER,never ever has he had the need for medical attention. Nothing a couple bandages and getting doted on by his pretty girlfriend for the rest of the night can't fix. Yet here you are; way past midnight at your local hospital's (E.R).The ends of your hair still wet and dripping,your big pro hero boyfriend sitting next to you with his hand in yours,lip protruding in a pout,sulking, as he gets treated for a concussion,all because he wanted to get frisky in the shower.
What are you doing? Stand… father. Did you forget why you came here? Isn’t it to get revenge for your little sister who was eaten by dogs? For your fellow restorationists. For Dina. For Kruger. You advance on to avenge them. Even if you die. Even after you die.
May I ask for jean headcanon in a modern au just like armin's they were so good 😍
he makes my brain... literal mush
jean is a sociology major in university. he originally wanted to go into something with fine arts, but he thought if he made a career out of it that he wouldn't enjoy it anymore and that it would suck the fun and creativity out of it. he still takes fine arts and other arts courses for his electives though.
in university, he plays on the volleyball team. in fact, he's the captain of the team when he hits his final year! his vice captain is none other than marco bodt. jean's position is an outside hitter.
he won't ever admit it, but he wants you to wear his jersey so bad. game day or not, he just wants you to wear it. however, he's especially needy for this around game days. he will try to subtly tell you that he wants you to wear it though, and this includes leaving a clean one at your place and calling you his good luck charm. he also claims he can't perform well if you don't give him a pre-game kiss.
after he scores a point, he totally shoots a wink your way - as if he's saying "that was for you, babe". then immediately turns red and gets shy. his teammates make fun of him for it every time.
he understands that you're busy with your own life, so he doesn't expect you to come to every one of his games... but he would still prefer and want if you did. nothing beats seeing your face in the crowd and hearing you cheer him on. having you there to celebrate the victories, or to comfort the defeats... he just wants you there so bad.
jean likes to tease you, but you can always tell when he's teasing. there's always a lilt to his voice and you can see it on his face. he really wants you to bite back and be teasing, maybe even a little mean, back.
he really tries to play the cool guy, especially when he was in high school, but he's such a huge softy and really a gentleman.
he looks at you with such fondness and would do anything for you. you're cold? he's already shrugging off his sweater or jacket before your teeth can start chattering. you need a drink? you can have his, or he's already stopping at the nearest convenience store/vending machine to buy you a drink. the list continues on and on...
he posts you so much on his social media, if you've given him permission. you're on his stories, his main feed, everywhere. all very pretty and aesthetically pleasing photos (being able to take such pretty pictures comes from his artistic abilities). he'll deny it but... he really wants to be on y our social media. even if it's just one post on your main feed or on your stories.
jean falls victim to the "boyfriend voice" when he's around you. if you point it out, or record it and show him, or if someone else hears it, he goes red for hours.
he puts a lot of thought into his dates. they're always a lot of fun and super creative. he always takes into consideration your likes and dislikes, and any allergies or sensitivities you may have. some examples include: apple picking, horseback riding, pottery, picnics, roller skating, etc.
he hypes you up constantly. he's in your dm's, your messages, your comment section, wherever, giving you the most compliments. he tells you at least thrice a day how stunning and beautiful you are to him.
speaking of hyping you up, he also brags about you so much. he wants everyone to know that he bagged an absolute gem and how amazing you are.
he has your schedule memorized and in his phone, be that work or classes or whatever. if he's free during your breaks, he always brings you your favourite drink and a little snack too.
he's a really good cook and a decent baker. he learned from his mom before going to school. so you can bet your ass he will be cooking you homecooked meals to make sure you're fed and healthy.
he's such a stickler about it too. calls and texts you to ask if you've eaten, had any water, taken your meds or vitamins, etc. always, without fail. if you say no or even try to lie, he starts scolding you and immediately starts preparing things for you.
he still gets competitive with you. so be prepared for stupid little competitions over video games, races, who can carry the most things, etc. if you start pouting over your losses though, he's likely to cave and let you win the next round. though, he will deny the fact that he let you win.
he loves in acts of service, and likes to be loved in physical touch. though, he is a bit shy to initiate physical touch.
he loves public displays of affection, but he would never force you to engage in it. he would, however, like to at least hold your hand in public.
he's actually a pretty big cuddler in private, though. he especially likes when you lay your head on his chest. it fills him with this sort of... protective(?) instinct. which, he does tend to be more on the protective side.
his protectiveness isn't out there or coming from a place where he thinks you're incompetent, but more so for his peace of mind. he knows you're taken care of. this comes in so many forms from him, such as: cooking you things, tying your shoes, giving you his jacket/sweater, driving you around, etc.
jean... he... he does the Hot Boy thing when reversing in his car.
he will totally help you study if you ask for it. he always jokes that "of course you would come to him for help" and that you're "lucky that a genius has a soft spot for you". he's actually a really good teacher.
he likes really minimal jewelry, and would totally get you something matching. be that simple rings or necklaces. he gets so embarrassed and red when he shows you though.
and of course, like most popular headcanons of him, he totally has a sketchbook dedicated to sketches and drawings of you.
he keeps every sketchbook that he's ever had, starting from high school onwards, in a drawer at his desk. once he feels very close to you, he'll show you some of his old pieces and you can see just how much he's grown and matured.
when he's away for university, he has weekly calls with his mom. it's actually quite endearing. they get really close after he graduates high school and grows up.
Hi, hello, I haven't posted anything in a lifetime but I'm trying to get my writing life back together. I wrote this forever ago when I was in the middle of my dissertation and I figure why not post it now lol?
Hopefully this isn't a one time thing and I can actually be somewhat consistent lol enjoy whatever this is.
Kageyama’s eyes didn’t move from the volleyball game playing on the screen in front of him. It was his own actually, from the week previous, his eyes scrutinising over his own sets and serves for minute mistakes he would correct before the next match.
Blue eyes stayed trained on his own form as he heard the shuffle of approaching feet. However, a smirk toyed at the edge of his lips as he awaited the flop of your body across his on the sofa that no doubt would come.
To his surprise a pair of sweater paws wound around his shoulders from behind, a hood covered head burrowing into his neck instead. His lips pulled into a smile at the huff of tiredness pulled from your lips after situating yourself.
His hand which has been spinning the remote around let it drop it favour of sliding under the hoodie and into your hair, scratching lightly and once again pulling a frustrated noise out of you. ‘Hey pretty girl,’ he finally whispered, his head leaning into yours.
After a moment you lifted your own to perch your chin on his shoulder, looking at his side profile as it still watched the TV. ‘Hey pretty boy,’ you sighed out ‘what ya doing?’
‘Just going over my game from last week.’ At his words your head turned from the real thing to the image of him on the screen, your eyes lighting up just as they did every time you watched him play.
‘You won that game in straight sets. Why do you need to go over it?’
Kageyama once again can’t help the smile on his face as you recount his result. Pride filling his chest that you remembered how all his games played out.
‘You already have a bachelors, why do you need a masters?’ At that you side eye him at the mention of your degree, the exact source of your original frustrated sounds when you first arrived in the living room.
You knew the answer was the same for each question. And he did too, having parroted the words to each other many times before. “Cause I love what I do. And I wanna do better.”
However, instead of replying with those words you dug your head back into his shoulder and whined out ‘I’m not getting a masters. It’s stupid anyway.’
This finally drew Tobio’s eyes to you. One eyebrow raised, the hand in your hair now pulled out to tug at the hoodie, lifting your head to meet his gaze.
Blue eyes looked across your face, noting the tiredness lurking and the pout pulled across your lip. You were two months from obtaining your newest degree and clearly crunch time was getting to you. His memory flickered back on the recent nights that he’d return to your shared apartment after late practice and find the light in your office still on. Your insistence that you’d join him in bed soon.
You’d been living at that desk, and he was doing his best to be supportive, supplying and restraining caffeine in your best interest. Stumbling from the bedroom at two am when he’d woken up alone and found you curled up on your desk chair, sighing before tucking his hands under you and carrying you back to bed.
His own lips curled into a pout, his hand sliding to run a thumb across your cheek. His heart warmed at the way you immediately leaned into his touch a whispered ‘c’mere’ before he’s reaching for your hand to pull you round the couch and onto his lap. Immediately his hands settle on your waist, running up and down your sides, encouraging you to relax against him.
Draping your arms around his neck your eyes drift back to the TV, breath catching in your chest and eyes widening as you see him score a service ace. He chuckles upon noticing and you roll your eyes and poke at the back of his neck.
‘How many years have you been watching me do that?
‘Do you want me to get bored of it?’
He hums lowly and mumbles out a ‘never’ before leaning forward to press a firm kiss against your cheek. Now was his turn to admire your profile as you took in the volleyball game which you had already attended in person.
Once again his chest swelled with pride as a smile began growing over the pout you once held. The fact that watching him made you that happy, that you cared so much about his passion. He did his best to mirror your enthusiasm when it came to your degree, but Kageyama was never one for academics and his head gets frazzled as you go on about the complex ideas and classes you were working through. Watching your eyes light up with excitement for it was enough to keep listening, trying his hardest to keep up.
His eyebrows furrow as his brain starts working, how could he help your stress? You were constantly supporting him, making sure you had all the right foods stocked that the team trainer instructed them to eat. At any and every game you could make it to, always in tune with his mood and what he needed if he ever lost a match.
Of course his was supportive too. But this was a big point for you, he felt something stir in his stomach that told him ordering takeout wasn’t gonna cut it tonight. Glancing down at the watch on his wrist, a gift from you when he’d signed his contract with the Adlers, he starts planning in his head.
Kageyama learned pretty early in your relationship that he was actually okay at sweet gestures so long as he didn’t over think it too hard. After your first date back in second year of high school he’d gotten nervous about how to approach you after that he essentially avoided you for two weeks. Only realising what he was doing when Yachi cursed him out for not talking to you.
So now, five years on he doesn’t overthink it. Giving a light pat to your thigh, drawing your attention from the TV and giving him a smile. ‘Go jump in the shower, babe.’
At his words your smile drops, ‘I know I’ve been sweats all day but I don’t smell that bad do I?’ Kageyama tilts his head, screws his eyes shut for a second then looks back at you with determination in his blue irises.
‘I’m taking you out.’
You perk up at his words, eyebrows raising and smile returning quick as it left, ‘really?’
‘Yeah, wear that black dress with the flowers.’
Your stomach does a flip as excitement grows, it had been almost a month since you’d had a proper date night. Wrapped up in nothing in but sweatshirts and pyjama bottoms while working through your thesis you hadn’t dressed up in what felt like forever.
Your cheeks heat up a little at Kageyama’s words and you silently lean forward and press your mouth to his. His hand instinctively wraps around the back of your neck as he returns the kiss, the other resting gently against your thigh.
He pulls away first, smiling as you chase after his lips for more. He chuckles, ‘Go get ready, idiot.’
You let out a tiny squeal before giving one last kiss to his cheek before leaping up and almost sprinting to the shower to get ready.
He watches you go for a second, eyes full of love, before he grabs his phone to call up for a reservation at your favourite restaurant. His instincts for making you happy take him pretty far.
@arumiee's post about armin and scrubs and the comment section has brought me to the point where i am now headcanonning aot characters specialties if they were surgeons
edit: omg i forgot connie, cal don't hurt me please i'm adding him rn
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