Summary: You’re determined to find out why everyone thinks König is so scary, afterall he’s just some guy that’s taller than most people right? He’s probably harmless! Well, he’s a little scary, but you still like him anyway.
(No use of y/n or mention of gender/race)
AN: Just want to say a massive thank you for everyones lovely comments on the last part, I can’t believe how many notes that has now 😱 I’ve got a taglist so if you want to be added or removed (I just stuck down everyone that commented or reblogged the last one with tags/comments) lemme know! Also I’ve got my own version of what König looks like and I’ve been including details so hopefully you like my thoughts on him 🥰
Part 2 of A Rocky Start
Part 1 | Part 3
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A forbidden crush, a whole unit of men watching out for any missteps and a job that required you to be on your A game - it all sounded a bit like a bonkers netflix plot, but no this was your life now. You were desperately trying to hide your little (massive) König crush, while trying to get through your days and it was going horribly. The universe was working against you.
Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! Reader (Ft. John “Soap” MacTavish)
Warnings: Gunshot wound. Blood loss. Injury. Mentions of death.
Word Count: 4.6k
A/N: So I’m not totally sure how accurate some of this is. Also, I’m not sure if parts of this are canon? Read with caution LOL. Primary blog is @allixiler, so note that any replies from that account means that it’s me! Can’t make replies from a side blog SMH.
“Stay where you are. I’m on my way.”
Military call signs. Clever, crafty, and specific to the person they’re associated with.
There was one main, golden rule when it came to call signs: don’t complain about your own call sign, or else they’ll give you something worse.
Yours wasn’t exactly one that you were thrilled with in the beginning. It wasn’t as badass as you would’ve liked. If you had been given the opportunity to choose, you would’ve chosen something a little more…tough. But once the name stuck, you were stuck with it. You didn’t dare let even a single word of distaste fall from your mouth. If anybody caught wind of you complaining about it, they’d give you something to really complain about.
@ishitasharma03 asked me to do the steal their t-shirt concept with Sousuke too!
Sousuke
He doesn’t notice it at first, but once he does catch you in his really big t-shirt, he’ll be bit surprised. But he just stands there and smiles at you. He doesn’t normally mind you wearing his t-shirt, although it’s humongous, he even thinks it’s cute, but like he’s gonna be a bit pouty when you decide to wear the shirt he was gonna wear.
*walks over and ruffles your hair, murmuring “cute” *
Anon asked: Uhh this might be weird and random but can you write something about an Sousuke' s/o who's admiring his boyfriend's jawline, eye cololr and basically his whole face? He's shy first but then he really grows to like how much his s/o is fond of his features.
Entranced Mornings | Sousuke Yamazaki x Reader
A/n: I apologize for this being a bit short, but I think making it longer would have made it lose its uhhh ✨ magic ✨
Genre: fluffinesss
Word count: 234
Bright teal sapphire eyes awoke to the rays of sunlight, peering through open curtains. You too, woke up alongside the man, and became entranced by his appearance. Your eyes lingered for a while on his chiseled, masculine jawline, before wandering over his prominent cheek bones to his nose. He had a very cute, pointy nose. And then your gaze traveled to his azure-green, crystal orbs, which were shied away.
What a wonderful sight to wake up to.
Sousuke had noticed you scanning his face the moment you had woken up, and was slightly in discomfort. “(Y/n), stop it already,” he turned his head away further to escape your piercing gaze, but was stopped by a hand.
You had reached out your hand, to cup his cheeks, and turned Sousuke’s face back to yours.
You smiled a big smile, “I just think your face is beautiful Sousuke.” Sousuke’s eyes widened in return. From what he could remember at his swim meets and competitions, there would always be a group on fangirls in the stands, gushing over muscles and body. It felt nice to be admired by his most recognizable and unique features. His shyness did not disappear completely, but a warmth filled him as his heart welled up in adoration. He raised his arm to the back of your head and pulled you into his chest, chuckling.
me as a teen watching a parent storm across a room to scream at a child for accidentally spilling paint: hm. This is not good.
me as an adult watching another adult storm across a room to scream at a vulnerable and still developing child for accidentally spilling paint: This is my villain origin story
as a parent now, it blows my fucking mind how terrifying, abusive, and straight up ineffective that parenting is. I’ve got a 2 year old. she’s a smart little fucker. when she does something wrong, I tell her, “baby, that wasn’t okay. here’s the reason it wasn’t okay - (hurt feelings, hurt other people’s stuff, etc). I know you don’t want to (hurt feeling, hurt stuff, etc), so next time, let’s (insert appropriate behavior) and that way, we won’t hurt people accidentally.” and you know what happens?
90% of the time, that behavior stops.
when the behavior continues, it’s when she’s extremely frustrated that she’s not getting a communication across. while she’s incredibly smart, there’s going to be some lapse in understanding between the two of us, and she lashes out by doing the things that she knows creates frustration in me, almost like she’s trying to make me understand she’s frustrated just like that.
so, I sit back down on her level. “baby, I can see that you’re mad/frustrated/upset/sad. let’s work this out together. I really want to understand what is bothering you.” if it’s something that can’t be done (stay awake from nap, eat sugary things before bedtime), then we find a compromise: you want to stay awake from nap to play with toys? let’s dig out an old toy you haven’t played with in a while after your nap! we’ll do it together and have lots of fun. you want something sugary right now? that will keep us awake for too long, but here’s some *really tasty favorite fruit* for now, and tomorrow, let’s bake cookies together when you wake up.
she’s two fucking years old. and she understands that shit. and now, often times, when she climbs into bed and she still wants to play, she’ll tell me, “tomorrow can we play with these toys, Mommy?”. she already understands compromise, and her behavior is fucking phenomenal.
I totally understand that it can be frustrating to parent. sometimes it feels like you’re hitting your head against a brick wall. BUT KIDS DON’T HAVE THE FUCKING ABILITY TO TURN ON THEIR LOGIC BRAIN WHEN THEY’RE HURTING EMOTIONALLY. WE, AS ADULTS, DO. and it is our fucking RESPONSIBILITY to help them turn their logic brain back on, and help them work thru that strong emotion, instead of punishing them by letting out our anger on them.
you know what would happen if I were to yell at my kid? she’d yell back, louder, and now know that this is an acceptable way to react now, and I’d effectively have made it hypocritical to tell her not to yell at me. bam.
you want to express extreme anger at a child for not having the emotional control that you aren’t capable of even showing right now? not gonna help. at all. my kid comes to me to find compromises now. she’s amazing. and she’s not even 3 years old. if you, as a grown ass adult, are not fucking able to see your children as developing humans that need GUIDANCE, not BRUTAL, AGGRESSIVE ANGER, then you prob shouldn’t have a goddamn kid.
I’ve been playing around with a satyr family based on different mountain species! I references a Tibetan yak, Chiru, and Thorold’s deer, respectively 🦌
also, i keep thinking about that artist who lost an arm and she made self-portraits and of course they depicted herself without an arm, and people were like why do you keep marking art about the loss of your arm, and she was like i don’t. i’m making art about myself and i only have one arm.
while a lot of people write poetry about their own pain, sometimes personal poetry is just a reflection of who they are, and who they are is shaped by traumatic events and other things that you may find upsetting.
You're seriously sitting right there in my face trying to convince me Rengoku WOULDN'T kiss his S/O 50 times every morning and 50 times every night? You mean to tell me you wouldn't wake up to this man peppering your face with kisses, sleepily murmuring numbers against your skin? You're not doing a THING until he gets his daily quota.
He would also tell you he loves you like 30 times in a row, just announcing it like a sexy alarm clock that you can only silence with a kiss.
And you'd fall asleep, counting kisses instead of sheep. And he'd whisper about how much he loves you.
note: first hc post since dabi’s hc has been in my head for a few days, i finally decided to be brave and write it.
✞ BAKUGOU you’d both been pretty busy the past few days. katsuki with his hero work and you with your own stuff going on - only having a few spare moments to send each other a few texts throughout the day, so you were surprised when you found your boyfriend standing at your front door now with a slight pout on his lips. “everything okay, ‘suki?” you watch bakugou’s gaze shift from his side to you before he tsks and gently shoves a neatly wrapped bento into your hands, shoving his own into his pockets after while he tries to hide the growing flush on his cheeks. “you’ve been busy so i just had to make sure you were still eating, dumbass.” you’re pretty sure the smile on your face at his words is only making his blush deeper before he groans and turns to walk away again, the tips of his ears visibly red through the blonde of his hair. “thank you, ‘suki!” “dont mention it, just make sure you eat it. ill see you later, brat.” grinning when you notice the soft expression on his face when he turns to shoot you a pink cheeked smirk followed by a scoff.
✞ DABI you’d finally managed to see each other one night after he’d been super busy with missions for the league. your fingers interlaced with his own while you walked through the dimly lit park, thankful that dabi leant you his raincoat considering the way it was raining pretty heavily. you were just talking about your day as you both trudged across the grass until you felt a strange weight pull at your arm losing your footing, cut off by a squeak until you were surrounded by a familiar warmth. “did you just slip?” your words are spoken through tight lips as you try not to laugh at the man underneath you, his brows furrowed as you lie on top of his chest while lays back against the grass. “maybe this was just my plan to get closer to you, doll.” you’d have rolled your eyes at his sickly sweet tone if he hadn’t have leant in until his lips ghosted yours, azure gaze locked until your own as he held you in place by your waist. the tension is only broken when you pull away with a giggle, causing dabi to groan before squirming under you. “you’re a liar.” “just help me up, would ya?” but your heart warms when you fumble up before reaching for his hand, because you’re pretty sure you can make out the ghost of a smile on his lips as he interlaces it with your own again.
warnings: a little making out in a few but mostly just some grumpy + soft boys.
note: just me babbling for another few blurbs, this is getting a little addicting— someone stop me please hngh ;A;
✞ BAKUGOU was always pretty strict with his sleeping pattern and hated being woken up so you weren’t sure how this was going to go as you poke at your boyfriends cheek before he snaps awake, brows furrowed and eyes still heavy with sleep when he immediately turns to make sure you’re still by his side. “huh?” he groans, still half asleep and waiting on you to tell him why you’ve woken him up as he pulls you back against his chest “can i get kisses, ‘suki?” you whisper and it’s silent for a few moments before you hear the gravel of katsuki’s voice again “are you kidding me, babe?” he huffs, pulling back only to glare at you as a pout sits pretty on his lips before he pulls you back into his chest, nuzzling into you and closing his eyes again “such a pain—go to sleep, dumbass.” he grumbles and you huff, cuddling into his chest a little disappointed, until you hear him sigh above you, followed by his lips pressing softly against your forehead, leaving behind a featherlight kiss while his hold on you tightens “happy now? sleep.”
✞ DABI he was a pretty light sleeper anyway when he actually slept, so all it took to wake him was you shuffling slightly in his arms before you hear him grumble above you. “what?” dabi huffs, eyes peering open to make sure you’re not upset or anything before they close again. “can i get kisses?” you mumble, tracing your fingers up his bicep in the hopes it’ll work in your favour—but instead you huff when you feel his warmth leave you to roll onto his back, resting his forearm over his eyes. “cant this shit wait, doll?” he almost snaps, waiting a few moments for your reply before he sits up to look down at you “you can say no.” you say honestly, and dabi snorts before rolling over to lean over you—propping your chin up with his finger “you know i can’t.” he drawls, tone smooth before his lips press against yours, kissing you lazily as his tongue slips past your lips to slide alongside your own. you almost whine when he pulls away, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth wearing a handsome smirk, before gathering you back into his arms to fall back against the bed “such a spoiled brat.”
note: i’m back with more annoying some of my favourites because it’s my love language.
✞ BAKUGOU you were watching a movie before you decided to mess with him a little, nuzzling in a little closer to katsuki’s side while his arm lay along your shoulders, knowing he’d probably lean in for a kiss after when he turned to make sure you were okay, which he does. his eyes widen slightly when you lean away, and he pulls back with a raised brow and the slightest of pouts before his hold on you tightens, pulling you closer before he tries to lean in again— eliciting the same response from you. he groans this time before he tsks and turns his attention back to the movie, casting you a side glance every few seconds with a noticeable pout on his lips. “everything okay, ‘suki?” you say through a giggle and his eyes widen at the realisation “would you just sit still already?” he grumbles, trying to lean in again but this time when you pull away, he follows— basically caging you against the couch with a hardened glare, smashing his lips against yours and allowing them to slide against your own for a few seconds before he pulls away. sitting back against the couch with crossed arms and a groan “damn brat, you’re such a pain!” hoping you don’t see the flush of his cheeks.
✞ DABI he’d been away for a mission, relieved to finally be back even though he’d never admit it— so you decided to tease him a little. turning to skip away when he tried to wrap his arm around your waist, leaning in for a kiss before his eyes narrow at your now retreating figure, but he doesn’t say anything. he lets you, never trying again for another kiss, so instead you decide to try even harder— making your way up to the man before placing your hands against his chest, leaning into ghost his lips before pulling away again, but you feel his fingers grab gently at your jaw before you can retreat too far. dabi smirks as he tilts your head towards his own, leaning in teasingly just like you had— lips ghosting yours but never closing the distance as he holds your gaze. “don’t tease me, doll.” his voice a smooth drawl as he teases you, moving slightly to place a few kisses to the side of your lips, travelling down your jawline to your neck as his other hand rests on your lower back, tracing smooth shapes into the skin underneath your shirt and keeping your chest pressed again his. but he pulls away everytime you try to close the distance “aren’t you desperate, baby.” chuckling dryly before finally pulling away and turning to leave you with a smack to your ass and a cocky smirk.
warnings: a little suggestive in dabi + hawks probs.
note: i wanna wear their clothes so bad goodbye :,)
✞ DABI was sitting at the kitchen counter at the hideout, waiting on you coming downstairs to join him, and when you do— you feel his piercing gaze immediately on you. his eyes roam every part of your body that’s covered by the light fabric of his white shirt before you hear him stand. “well would you look at that.” dabi drawls, voice dangerously low as he approaches you, slowly with a handsome smirk on his lips— feeling the natural heat of his palms rest against your hips as he leans to almost groan lowly in your ear. “letting every bastard in here know you’re mine, doll. yeah?” his words are followed by a teasing squeeze at your ass, followed by a raspy laugh as he pulls you even closer, his voice deeper now “not sure it’s enough, how ‘bout you help me remind them?” your lips part when he pulls back only to ghost his lips over yours, feeling the cold wood of the wall against your back as he guides you back against it, his chest almost pushed flush against your own while his hands begin to smooth over your waist “you look so good in my shit, doll. might just let you keep it on.”
✞ BAKUGOU you’d gotten a little cold while you waited in bed while he showered, so you ended up grabbing one of his sweaters and throwing it on a few minutes before he was done— immediately melting into the familiar scent it carried. you hear the bathroom door open shortly after, looking up to meet a suddenly frozen katsuki as he stands in the doorway, blonde hair wet and hanging slightly over his eyes but you can still see how wide they seem to be as he stares at you. “babe, the hell are you doing?” he almost shouts, his breathing hitching when you pout up at him so cutely while draped in his sweater. “that’s mine, dumbass.” “but i was cold, ‘suki!” you huff, reaching to pull the hoodie off before you’re quickly stopped by a very pink cheeked katsuki almost running over to you “i didn’t say you had to take it off, fuck—just, just keep it on and cmeer if you’re cold.” he huffs, avoiding your eyes with a slight pout when he climbs in next to you, guiding you into his arms and you immediately melt into his warmth as he rests his lips on your shoulder “keep it, shit suits you more than it does me anyway.”
✞ KIRISHIMA he’d ran downstairs to grab a drink just as you felt a shiver run through your body, opting to grab the sweater he’d just recently taking off given how warm he usually was— throwing it over your figure while you stand to adjust it. you don’t realise he’s made his way back upstairs until you hear his voice call from the doorway, his body frozen as he holds too glasses of water and gapes at you, lips parted softly and eyebrows raised “damn, you look so awesome, babe! you gotta wear my stuff more, for real!“ kiri grins enthusiastically, ending up making his way over to his drawers with a bright look in his eyes as he goes through his clothes. “i’ve probably got some more you can try, cmon how cool would that be baby?” and you watch as your boyfriend turns to face you again, holding a few too many t-shirts in his arms before almost bouncing over to set them on the bed in favour of approaching you after. “we gotta do this more often!
✞ SHINSOU “what’re you doing?” you hear shinsou ask as he returns from the bathroom to you laying in his bed newly draped in his shirt, finding it comfier than the one you wore to his. “what do you mean?” you reply, not realising he’s asking about the shirt when he looks away from your gaze— his hand moving quickly to rub at the back of his neck while his cheeks begin to tint pink, clearing his throat before talking again. “doesn’t matter, ‘ts not important.” you huff at his words, curious but the blush on shinsou’s face has you focusing on that instead when you feel him climb back into the bed next to you, sitting a little closer than normal this time. you feel his fingers brush against your hip before they smooth over the hem of the tshirt, his fingers fiddling slightly with the fabric while he rests his head in the crook of your neck. “keep it .” he hums, voice raspy as he melts into you and you can almost feel the gentle smile on his lips against your skin.
✞ HAWKS you hadn’t even realised it actually wasn’t yours until you put it on, shrugging and enjoying how comfortable the fabric of your boyfriends shirt was while you waited on him coming home. it’s not long before you hear the door close, rising from the couch when you hear a familiar soft tone speak from the doorway “oho? what’s this, babe? looks like somebody missed me.” hawks teases, his eyes immediately recognising the shirt on your figure as he approaches you, resting his hands on your hips while wiggling his brows at you. “is this a surprise? hmmm, who knew you looked so good in my stuff birdy, i’m supposed to be the handsome one.” hawks chuckles lightheartedly when you slap playfully at his chest following his words. his gaze turning a little softer when you roll your eyes at him after, before he gently shoves his face into the crook of your neck to place ticklish kisses against the skin, causing you to bat him away before he almost scoops you into his arms “kei!” “i know, baby—it’s just such a shame i gotta rip this off now, right?”
