katsuki always had liked having his birthday celebrated. a day for him to be praised even more than usual? sign him the fuck up. though, as he got older and more socially and mentally regulated, it’s just… meh.
like with now, his 27th birthday, which involves him getting off of patrol at close to 2am the day of and sleeping in for the rest of it, he's not necessarily pumped for it.
at least not until he unlocks the front to his apartment, where he left you at 4pm the day before, to see you asleep on the couch with orange and black birthday decorations everywhere and hung up nicely. gift bags and boxes and a covered tray of cupcakes sit on the coffee table, and cut out letters are sprawled on the table spelling out 'happy birthday dynamight', along with two forest green birthday hats next to the cupcakes.
a small smile graces katsuki's face as he admires the sight, and he wants to scoop you up immediately. though, he knows you're weird about getting woken up, and he needs to shower anyway.
he scrubs his body, washing the day of patrol and ass kicking away, before he comes back out to the living room where you're in fact still asleep.
instead of picking you up and bringing you to his bed, he scoots onto the couch next to you, muscular arm around your waist so you don't fall. he lets out a gruff relaxed sigh before kissing the crown of your head causing you to stir, but not awaken fully.
"thank you princess," he whispers softly before pulling a throw blanket over the both of you, letting the sound of your breathing lull him to a deep sleep.
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ stalker!vi thoughts that are rattling through my brain
𑣲 i feel like vi wouldn't stalk you or be weird on purpose
𑣲 she's just very attentive and you've caught her eye and it just spiraled from there
𑣲 you two are just friends of course, and you never gave her the impression of anything more, but she cares deeply about the people she loves
𑣲 you just a biiiiiiit more than others
𑣲 she learns your schedule subconsciously, knowing when you're hanging out with ekko or in piltover or somewhere in zaun
𑣲 it leads to her following you, just to make sure you're safe of course
𑣲 then there's the gifts she gives you, something small that caught your eye in a shop that just so happened to have a burglary reported the day after you passed it
𑣲 something she thought you would like she says, and she just hopes you don't realize that her feelings are deeper
𑣲 not yet anyway
a/n: hi i've been literally stuck on what to write grrrrrrr
somehow, she got roped into picking up her sister's daughter, her niece from her kindergarten class. she doesn't even remember saying yes, but now she's here.
listening to kids squeal and talk to their friends so loudly and run to their parents telling them about their day. who knew kids were so fucking loud?
her niece is a darling. quiet, artsy, keeps to herself mostly. she doesn't really speak unless to sevika or her mom.
sevika steels herself as she goes up to the teacher, explaining that she's picking up the little girl. but it was a bit hard for her to focus once she seen you, her niece's teacher. you were gentle but still authoritative with the kids, nurturing, and not to mention gorgeous. your hair pinned back in a bun with a pink bow and the flowy white maxi skirt caught her attention the most. you should've been a model and not a teacher in her opinion.
sevika nearly stumbles over her words when you pass her a pink sticky note with her number on it, her hand gripping the sticky note a bit too tight before stuffing it in her pocket, a silent vow to text you once she gains the courage.
while walking to the car, her niece pokes sevika's leg with a giggle. "auntie sev likes my teacher," she teases, causing the woman to roll her eyes, ruffling her hair.
"don't tell your mom little girl," she tries to act tough but can't fight the faint smile on her face at all.
a/n: i need to work on my sevika characterization more, hey
you met vi outside of one of the pit fighting matches. it was your first time going to one and you didn't really know why you were there, but nonetheless.
eventually, you had seen her fight and was blown away. sure, vi is tall and big, but you were not expecting her to knock out a man over half her size and was way taller than her. especially not with the ease that she did with her bare fucking hands.
somehow, you learned her schedule and would go watch almost every match she was in. you had no reason to be in zaun anyway, you lived in piltover, but you were just drawn to the brawler. which led to her coming over to your place after matches.
nothing crazy, you two just.. enjoyed each other's company. you would let her shower there, patch her up, feed her, and just talk.
like now, her sitting at the edge of your bed freshly clean with you rubbing some triple antibiotic cream onto a nasty cut in her handsome face.
"has this.. always been a way to let anger out?" you spoke up, breaking the silence between the two of you. it was comfortable silence, but the question was on your mind.
vi stayed quiet for a bit, her jaw working. you were ready to say nevermind before she finally started to speak. "..yeah. my dad, he had this like.. arcade game in our place. me and my siblings used to just play around, but it turned into a practice machine and a way to let off steam."
you let out a soft hum listening to her. when it came to her family, she didn't say much and you didn't force her to. you figured you would let her open up when she was ready.
"so, is it a reminiscing thing? the pit?" you spoke, voice soft, like you don't wanna spook the feral cat that is violet.
"guess so, yea." she shrugged and you took that as a sign to change the subject.
you covered her facial cut with gauze and rewrapped the bandages on her hands, your fingers grazing her knuckles. at the action, she let out a shaky sigh before looking up to meet your eyes. she picked up your hand and pressed her chapped lips to your knuckles with a soft kiss. "you're.. too nice to me, y'know," she started. "you just opened your home to a fighter. what if i wanted to axe murder you?"
at that, you let out a soft laugh before grabbing a shirt from your bed and tossing it to her, not wanting her to see the slight fluster from her kiss. "oh please, if you were gonna axe murder me, you would've did it."
vi hasn’t celebrated valentine’s day before. she always looked at it as romantic and she never had romance, so she never looked the holiday’s way.
you on the other hand, you’ve always celebrated it, whether romantically or platonically with friends and loved ones. your mother always went out of her way to get you a bear and chocolates you like every year.
besides, what’s not to love about the color pink and hearts being everywhere?
given its vi’s first valentine’s day, you’re going to make it worthwhile.
"violet! we have things to do today!" you call out to her from the bedroom, hurrying and grabbing bags from under the bed, displaying everything carefully while she showers.
you had already gotten up early in a rush of excitement, wanting to make vi's first valentine's day special. sunflowers, her favorite gummy candy, and small trinkets you figure she would like. you even picked out a couple of outfits for her to wear for your outing later and wrote a heartfelt card.
you sit on the bed waiting patiently, scrolling on your phone. though you soon hear the bathroom door opening, making sure to click your phone off and smooth out your clothing of her tank top and panties, pushing your hair over your shoulder as vi comes out the bathroom.
her eyes catch the gifts all over the bed, the powdery blues widening before zeroing in on you, and you swear you can see her pupils dilate.
"what's all this?" she drawls as she walks to the bed, picking up the bouquet of sunflowers and bringing them to her nose.
"happy valentine's day darling," you smile looking at her, opening your arms for her.
once she fully takes in everything, she practically tackles you onto the bed smothering you in kisses, loud giggles bubbling from you.
vi was bored. you were playing in makeup trying on your new blush, highlighters, and lip glosses, so you were preoccupied. but she had nothing to do. she already cleaned out of boredom, played with the dog to the point where the german shepherd puppy is asleep on the couch, and now she's staring at the back of your head burning holes through your skull.
"babe," vi called out to get your attention.
though, you didn't turn around because you're applying a brown lip liner. "what?" your voice is calm but slightly snipped due to focus.
…
"baby," she called out again.
you stayed quiet before speaking. "…girl what the fuck do you want?" you huff turning to look at her. you're not mad of course, vi knows that. you just talk like that.
"i'm bored," she groans out flopping back on the bed onto the powdery blue sheets.
"what that gotta do with me?" you roll your eyes playfully as you apply a soft pink lip gloss in the middle of your lips before rubbing them together to blend the combo. she lets out another groan at your words, sitting up in the bed and reaching to pull your vanity chair closer to her so she can hug you.
"entertain me pretty," she wraps her large arms around your torso before burying her face in your neck pressing wet, sloppy, loud kisses against your neck that makes you let out loud giggles and trying to push her face away.
since not having such a fast life, vi now takes her time when it comes to her day. she realized that she doesn't have to rush to do things because it's not going anywhere.
so now, she makes sure to take her time getting out of bed, just laying there, and takes time to stir the right amount of sugar in her coffee. now, she takes the time to hold you closer for a bit longer before getting ready to go to the store.
you snuggle a bit closer to her as you two watch the weather portion of the news, though you're more paying attention to the fashion magazine in your hands. it's now 10 am and quiet throughout the apartment besides the cat eating her food.
"you smell nice. like.. a plant," you speak up suddenly, your head on her shoulder.
a soft laugh leaves her, though it's one that moves her upper body a bit with it. "well, my body wash is pine and somethin'," her voice is muffled due to her drinking some coffee out her mug, one powder made her in her lab or whatever she does with ekko.
a/n: a bit short since i've been burned out a bit lol, enjoy : )
𑣲 shoto is so beefy it drives you crazy because why are you so wide
𑣲 so how could you, the lovely girlfriend of the number two pro hero not wanna bite him
𑣲 the first time caught him off guard though
as he cooks the two of you some soba for your at home date night, you sit at the kitchen countertop watching him, your eyes scanning over his shirtless body. you can see the scars littering his skin softly and the stretch marks on his shoulders damn near lure you in like a siren song.
shoto has filled out a bit since the two of you met, but it's not like you mind. i mean, you're definitely not complaining when he puts you in a comfortable headlock when you two are cuddling or sleeping or lays his entire body weight on you, putting any store bought weighted blanket to shame.
you stand up from your seat rounding the counter and standing behind him, hugging his torso. "you're so warm sho," you pipe up, voice muffled from pressing your cheek against his back.
"you say that often," he speaks watching the soba noodles boil.
a mellow silence fills the room as he goes through the motions of cooking, a small voice in the back of your head imbuing crazy thoughts into your head.
you let out a faint hum before pulling your face back and staring at his back quietly, leaning in and sinking your teeth right into his deltoid.
he lets out a weird noise akin to a moan before his body stiffens and then relaxes, continuing his movements of cooking. "having fun?" he mumbles turning the fire off and moving the noodles to the ice water bath.
you simply nod at his words, eyes fluttering closed in heaven.
which starts a habit of biting and gnawing on him like a chew toy whenever you get the chance, though the media has a field day with the excessive bite marks on pro hero shoto.
a/n: i promise i write other characters i'm just having katsuki brainworms oughhh, also a continuation kinda
𑣲 if you had told katsuki in middle school or high school that he could be so ultimately down bad for a girl, he would've barked out a laugh and told you to get the fuck out of his face
𑣲 but now? oh he's so wrapped around your finger it's laughable
𑣲 he's at your beck and call when the both of you are home or around each other
𑣲 and he doesn't give a fuck either, he's happy where he is, like now
𑣲 on his knees trying to placate you because you came home and he was on the game instead of paying attention to you while you talked about your day
"baby, i'm sorry i had my headphones on," he frowns at you as he sits on the floor in front of your vanity chair as you put your rollers in your hair after your shower.
he's been getting the silent treatment for thirty minutes now and it's driving him absolutely crazy.
deep down, you're smiling because you have thee great explosion murder god dynamight on his knees unprovoked, but he doesn't deserve a smile right now because how dare he not acknowledge you as soon as you step in the house.
a/n: a continuation if you squint, also i’m projecting a bit lol
𑣲 all your life you’ve been told that it was bad to be a crybaby and be so sensitive and you have to suck it up and be tough
𑣲 which believe me, you’ve tried but with no luck
𑣲 even in your adult years, you cry over anything
𑣲 tears of happiness, tears of sadness, tears of irritation, it’s all coming out because you just feel so deeply
𑣲 but now you have a boyfriend who doesn’t give a fuck about you being a crybaby
𑣲 when you and katsuki first met and he watched you cry over baby ducklings and their mom in the park, he just stared at you because he was caught off guard more than anything, because why are you crying about that
𑣲 though when you tried to apologize, he told you to shut up, that it’s nothing to apologize about
𑣲 from then on, katsuki helped you accept that you don’t have to change, that it’s okay that you feel so deeply about everything big and small
𑣲 but of course, what kind of boyfriend would katsuki be if he didn’t tease you?
“oh my sweet lil crybaby, what’s the waterworks for, huh?” he coos at you with open arms when you come into the room with a book in your hand, now telling him about the found family plot while crawling into his lap, his calloused thumb wiping tears from your pretty face.