In this fic, I'd like to explore my other top favorite prompt: Sick-fic. 🥰
And yet, as always, I was greedy, and wanted to add 'Star-gazing' and sharing stories about constellation, and 'Yor showing off her survival skills', and also to push my HC that "Yor is more of a survival cook rather than 'normal' cook. That's why she didn't think about taste and appearance and all that. As long as it's nutritious, it's enough" 😂
Aside that, I also want Loid to spit out these cheesy lines:
Oh yeah, Loidy is down so bad for his wife, and yet he still try to deny it 😂
(AO3)
Summary:
The Forgers were planning a camping trip. Unfortunately an earthquake happened and triggered a rock slide.
Loid managed to shove his family out of the way, but he lost his footing, and got injured during the process. He was saved at the last second by Yor, but now both of them were stuck at the other side of the rockslide.
While waiting for their rescue they get to know each other better.
I Live!!!!!! This was written for @indigowallbreaker who gave me the prompt: “trying to stay awake for a loved one to come home; with Aziraphale and Crowley” from a prompt series. This was really great to get some writing going, since I’ve been in a slump for quite a while. Thanks for the prompt Indigo!!!
Feel free to send me prompts! I’m always excited to try something new!
Read on Ao3.
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It was rather late, all things considered. Truly, at this point, one might even consider himself early if the pun could be minded. The town outside of sparsely lit tents was silent and sleeping quite peacefully. The tents were mostly to protect from the rain; the little night-market had popped up rather suddenly only a few days ago, and Aziraphale had been itching to investigate it when he heard of several rare biblical texts that may (or may not) have been up for sale.
He had only found one, of low value and intermediate interest to him; however, since the angel was roughly as stubborn as an angry mule, he was resolutely leaving with it.
It helped that he had found a few trinkets he thought Crowley would enjoy; particularly a button cactus carefully cradled in a terrarium less than the length of his littlest finger. A friend for his wonderful demon to carry with him. Aziraphale considered the idea of having a tiny plant around one’s neck absolutely adorable, and knew exactly how to talk Crowly into wearing it.
And Crowley would; although he would fuss that he wasn’t adorable, and how dare Aziraphale even SUGGEST such a thing, and it was a CACTUS after all, so it wouldn’t be any effort to even keep it alive.
But the distraction certainly had its drawbacks. Aziraphale found himself holding a thoroughly water-proofed briefcase while standing in the rain at roughly four in the morning while waiting for a bus. His mobile had died quite a while ago, although he wasn’t sure why, and poor Crowley would either be worried sick or at least slightly put out. His poor husband.
Thankfully, the bus ride was uneventful and quiet, and Aziraphale could take the time to examine what he had collected at the market: his new book, to be examined at home, the necklace, and an interesting little pin of a crow curled over the top of a little moon. The last Aziraphale couldn’t really explain; it had struck him as something essentially Crowley, once again, with the pun unintended, and he experienced a strange feeling of wanting Crowly to have it. The demon may not even wear it.
Oh well.
By the time Aziraphale finally walked up to the front of their cottage ( their cottage! He could never really get over it. Their cottage, together; openly and happily!) there was a faint light struggling to break over the horizon. The door unlocked with the slightest wave of his open hand, and he let himself in. The kitchen and halls leading off to the bedroom were dark, and yet the living room was spilling light out into the hallway, as was typical. One light left on seemed to be a comfort to Crowley, whether or not the demon would ever admit it. Additionally, it kept him from tripping on dust in a half-asleep haze when looking for Aziraphale in the wee hours of the morning.
“Crowley?” he called, while taking his briefcase into his book-mending office. “My dear, are you awake?”
He received no answer, and so emptied the case of book and trinkets, and headed down the hall to check for the bedroom. Aziraphale savored the quiet; the cottage was dark but warm, like wrapping himself in a comforting blanket and covering his head with it like a hiding child. Aziraphale could spend hours in the dark, savoring a book or watching his husband sleep (as non-creepily as possible. He still didn’t understand the odd reference Crowly had made to sparkling skin when Aziraphale had mentioned this activity once. )
The angel opened their bedroom door as quietly as possible, and padded over to the bed. He sat down on the edge and reached out to put a hand where Crowley’s back was, only to find the space empty and comparatively cold.
A spark of panic lit in Aziraphale’s stomach as he realized Crowley wasn’t there. The angel hurried off, checking his husband’s indoor-plant-room first, and upon finding it dark, moving to check the rest of the house. The worry built each time his call went unanswered.
Just as Aziraphale was beginning to fear someone had actually come after them, he rushed past the lit living room and stumbled to a stop in the doorway. A muss of red hair peeked out over one armrest of the couch, while three blankets were roughly formed into a nest along the cushions, and a fourth very soft knit mess-called-blanket (that Aziraphale had worked very hard on, thank you) covered the rest of the demon. One pair of expensive-looking sunglasses sat flopped over at the foot of the couch.
Aziraphale smiled to himself; “Oh dear.” he sighed lovingly. As carefully as possible, the angel removed the top blanket, to find a glasses-free Crowley very quietly snuffling in his sleep. The demon looked entirely too peaceful, and yet was twisted rather strangely along the couch; the best way Aziraphale could describe it was a corkscrew noodle. Crowley’s eyes and nose scrunched at the sudden light, and he began to turn the top half of his body into the couch cushions with a sleepy grunt.
The angel couldn’t stand how sweet the other looked, and shoved both arms under his husband to lift him off of the couch. Crowley squeaked, took approximately one-half of a second to realize it was his Angel lifting him, and wiggled to curl up and cuddle against Aziraphale’s chest while pushing his face into the other’s neck.
“‘Missed you.” he said, voice low and tickling Aziraphale’s throat, “Knew you’d be back. Jus’ got tired.” The angel adjusted his grip onto the now ball-shaped demon, and began to carry him back into the bedroom.
“I’m terribly sorry, my dear. I lost track of time.” He said softly. “I did bring something for you, although I think you should sleep a bit longer before you receive it.”
Crowly hummed appreciatively, and almost the second Aziraphale was sitting on the bed, the demon had snuggled into his side.
“Tha’s fine. Jus’ want you right now. Warm.” he replied, eloquently.
“I do hope you didn’t stay up too late. I know you have gotten rather used to sleep.” Aziraphale began to comb fingers through Crowly’s tousled hair, which earned him the demonic equivalent of a purr.
“You’re’good cuddler.” was his only response, leading Aziraphale to believe Crowley had stayed up well past his usual hour for sleeping. Well then, he supposed, he would just have to sit here and make absolutely certain Crowley got all of the comfortable sleep he required. Breakfast and gifts could wait.
Aziraphale watched the sun begin to rise through the closed bedroom curtains. Everything in this peaceful little world of theirs seemed to be just in its place. He allowed himself to relax, holding onto the only being in the universe he loved, and one he knew with a full heart loved him back. Perhaps even breakfast could wait. They could always sleep in, after all.
A late-afternoon picnic sounded like the perfect thing for a day like today.
Hello, you guys! I have come with another one-shot for BKDK! This one is a little longer than the rest that I’ve done up to this point and is based off the 5 + 1 Things (I’m late to the party, I know). It’s five instances where Izuku tells Katsuki he loves him and the one time Katsuki says it back.
I hope you guys like it! :D
Title: The Words “I Love You”
Summary: A 5 + 1 Things documenting the five times Izuku told Katsuki “I love you” and the one time Katsuki said it back.
One-Shot Notes: Everything is pretty much the same except it diverges from canon after the Deku vs Kacchan battle in S3; they start dating about two and a half months after the fight; their relationship is a “secret” (everyone knows they’re dating, but they choose not to say anything)
One-shot is under the cut!
Instance #1 - The Dorms (Afternoon)
“Godfucking dammit! I fucking hate cleaning! It fucking sucks!” Katsuki snarled, shaking the broom that Aizawa handed him earlier.
“But somebody’s gotta do it, don’t you think, Kacchan...?” Izuku spoke hesitantly, hoping to assuage his fuming boyfriend.
“Fuck that shit!” Katsuki roared, explosions erupting from his hand as he blew the broom into smithereens.
Izuku let out a horrified shout as he gaped at the remains of the broom that laid before Katsuki.
“Kacchan! We do not make the brooms explode!” he scolded.
“Huh?! What are you, my fucking mom?! Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Deku!” Katsuki roared, more explosions erupting from his hand.
“I can do whatever I please, Kacchan! So stop trying to pick fights every chance you get!”
“So you think I’m trying to pick fights, huh...well, I’ll show you what a real fight looks like—”
“Yo, Bakugou! Stop picking fights with Midoriya and get back to work! Here, I even brought you an extra broom!”
Katsuki whirled around to glare daggers at Eijirou, who entered the common area along with Denki.
“Fuck off, Shitty Hair! This is between me and Deku!” he then marched over to Eijirou. “Also, gimme that fucking broom!” he shouted, swiping it out of Eijirou’s hand.
“Alright, alright, bro! Well, Kaminari and I are going to go upstairs for a tutoring session with Yaoyorozu!” Eijirou declared.
“Okay, then! We fucking get it, so go to your goddamn tutoring session before I blast you and Pikachu out of this fucking dorm!” Katsuki snapped.
“Huh?! Who the fuck you calling a goddamn Fireball—”
“Kacchan, just let it go!” Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s torso as he shot looks at Eijirou and Denki. “Kirishima, Kaminari, hurry upstairs while I still have him restrained!” he called out.
“Alright!” Eijirou replied as he and Denki scampered away.
Katsuki let out a growl.
“Goddammit...!” he bit out.
“Kacchan, if you try to struggle any more than you already are, I will literally slam you down onto the floor! You know I will!” Izuku shouted.
“Oh, fucking fine!” Katsuki shouted back in response.
Izuku released Katsuki as the blond released a sigh, reaching up to run a hand through his spiky hair.
“Ugh, those two fucking piss me off sometimes...” he then shot a side glance at Izuku. “Also, sorry for yelling at you. It’s gonna take me a while before I can stop doing that.” he said.
“Oh no, there’s no need for you to apologize, Kacchan! I completely understand!” Izuku nodded at the broom that Katsuki held in his hand. “Let’s just get to cleaning, yeah?” he suggested.
Katsuki glared at the broom in his hand and then at the vacuum that Izuku was holding before sighing.
“Fucking fine...” he grumbled as he proceeded to sweep the rug.
Izuku watched his boyfriend huffily sweep the rug as an idea came to him.
“Hey, Kacchan. I have an idea.” he said.
“Huh? Am idea?” Katsuki answered.
“Yeah! To make cleaning duty a little more fun for you.”
“Okay...I’m listening...”
“So, how about we compete to see who can finish cleaning the fastest? The winner can get the loser to do whatever they want for the rest of the day.” Izuku explained.
“Hm...sounds interesting enough. I’m in.” Katsuki eyed Izuku curiously. “But why do all this? You know, come up with the competition and stuff.” he asked.
“Hm, I wonder...” Izuku made his way over to Katsuki and leaned in so that he could whisper in his ear. “Maybe it’s because I love you and I want my boyfriend to stop being so grumpy?” he replied.
He watched as Katsuki’s cheeks turned pink. He couldn't’ help but giggle.
How cute, he thought to himself.
“Oh, by the way, the competition starts now. Try and catch me if you can.” Izuku said before turning on the vacuum and dashing off with it.
Katsuki blinked, trying to process what just happened. Then, a wide smirk pulled his lips upward.
“Oh, now you’re asking for it, Deku!” he hollered as he took off after Izuku, using his Quirk to help him gain some speed.
Izuku whirled around, his eyes growing wide upon seeing Katsuki using his Quirk.
“Kacchan, wait! You shouldn’t be using your Quirk in here!” he shouted.
“Don’t worry, Deku. I’ll make sure that I don’t damage anything!” Katsuki shouted back.
“That’s not the point here!” Izuku whined.
They came around a corner and raced past Shouto, who was exiting the kitchen with a cup of green tea in his hand.
Shouto could only stare in mild surprise as Katsuki tackled Izuku and the two of them went tumbling to the floor. He watched Katsuki proceed to tickle Izuku, the sounds of high-pitched squeals and pleas for mercy accompanied by the blond’s raucous laughter reaching his ears.
Shouto let out a sigh as he took a sip from his cup.
What a couple of lovebirds.
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Instance #2 - Training Grounds (Afternoon)
After being told of their one-on-one training battles for today along with drawing lots for who was battling who, everyone went to the locker room to change into their hero costumes.
Izuku pulled his shirt over his head as Eijirou spoke.
“So the first battle will be Bakugou versus Todoroki, huh...that’s gonna be just as intense as when they battled during the school festival.” he commented.
“And this time, you better not hold the fuck back, Half n’ Half Bastard!” explosions erupted from Katsuki’s palms. “Come at me so I can blast you out of the damn arena!” he roared.
“The same goes for you too.” Shouto shot a look at Katsuki. “I’ll try my best to defeat you, as well.” he stated.
“You better fucking mean it!” Katsuki snapped as he began to hurl expletives at Shouto.
Denki shuddered.
“Geez, they’re so intense already...” he released a sigh. “Well, my battle’s against Jirou, so that’ll be interesting.” he said as he threw his jacket on.
“And mines is against Yaoyorozu! Ah, I’m really looking forward to that battle...” Mineta trailed off, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth as his mind began to wander.
“Mineta! Stop it with your filthy fantasies right this instant! We are in a school environment!” Tenya shouted from across the room, moving his hand up and down in his signature chopping motion.
Izuku laughed as he proceeded to put on his hero costume. As he did, he managed to catch a glimpse of Katsuki’s toned chest as he took off his shirt. Izuku swallowed as he watched Katsuki’s muscles flex with each movement he made.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Shirtless Kacchan, shirtless Kacchan! I mean, I’ve seen him shirtless countless times already, but now that we’re dating, it’s enough to make my heart flutter, he thought to himself.
He didn’t realize that he was still staring at Katsuki until a familiar voice pulled him back into reality.
“Oi, Deku! The hell are you looking at?!” Katsuki barked out.
“N-Nothing! Nothing at all!” Izuku shouted in response, his cheeks a fiery red as he quickly snapped his gaze away from the blond.
He quickly got dressed and left the locker room before anyone could ask him any questions. As he walked down the hall, he heard a voice call out to him.
“Hey, Deku.”
Izuku let out a small yelp as an arm wrapped itself around his waist and he was pulled into a side embrace, the familiar scent of cinnamon and cologne flooding his senses.
“You see something you like back there?” Katsuki asked.
“H-Huh?! No!” Izuku exclaimed, the tips of his ears burning as Katsuki chuckled.
“Really now? Because I’m pretty sure I saw you staring at me intently as I was changing my clothes.” Katsuki teased, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.
Izuku pouted.
“Kacchan—”
“Deku!”
At that moment, Katsuki withdrew his arm from around Izuku’s waist, shouted “Die!” in a loud voice, and blasted Izuku into the wall. He watched Ochaco gasp out of the corner of his eye.
“Deku!” she raced over to him. “Deku, are you okay?” she asked.
“Y-Yeah, I’m alright.” he replied as she helped him up.
Katsuki let out a “hmph” before whirling around and marching off. Ochaco shot a look at Katsuki’s retreating back.
“Bakugou! Why would you do that—” Izuku cut her off before she could continue.
“Don’t worry about it, Uraraka. I think I went too far with my teasing this time around...” he trailed off.
There’s no way I could tell her that he did it so that he could cover up how close we were just now. If she ever finds out that Kacchan and I are dating, she’ll pass out from the shock, he thought to himself.
“Is that so...” Ochaco trailed off.
“Y-Yeah! Kacchan’ll cool off eventually. We should get going.” Izuku said.
“Yeah!” Ochaco chirped in response.
The two of them made conversation as they headed to the training ground, discussing their upcoming battles with Tsuyu and Aoyama. Eventually, everyone else arrived at the training ground, Aizawa along with some of the other teachers waiting for them.
“Now that everyone is here, we will begin the battles with the first one being Todoroki versus Bakugou. The two of you, make your way up to the battle stage. I’m starting to get sleepy already.” Aizawa grumbled, zipping himself up in his yellow sleeping bag and laying down on the ground.
“Hah! It’s “Blasting Icy-Hot Outta This Fucking Arena” time!” Katsuki roared as he bumped his fist against his palm, creating a small explosion in the process.
As he was about to head onto the stage, Izuku called out to him.
“Wait, Kacchan! I need to say something before you go!” he shouted as he raced over to Katsuki.
“Huh? What is it now, Deku?” Katsuki asked as Izuku approached him.
Izuku motioned for him to lean down so that he could whisper in his ear. Katsuki hesitated for a moment before complying. Izuku cupped his hands around Katsuki’s ear and a part of his cheek before whispering to him.
“Go show Todoroki what you’re made of. I love you, Kacchan.” he said.
He then delivered a quick peck to Katsuki’s cheek before pulling away. He watched Katsuki’s face flush a light red and he had to stop himself from grinning at the sight.
It seems like Kacchan.exe has stopped working, he thought to himself.
“You...You don’t need to tell me twice! I know you fucking do! And I’ll blast that Half n’ Half bastard into smithereens! Just you wait!” Katsuki shouted before marching over to the stage.
Izuku laughed nervously as Ochaco and Tsuyu walked over to him.
“Deku! What did you tell Bakugou?” Ochacho asked.
“I am curious as well, Midoriya. What did you tell him? He seemed pretty flustered, which is rare for him.” Tsuyu commented.
“Oh, that? Nothing much. It’s just...” Izuku watched as Katsuki launched his first attack on Todoroki. “Something to boost his ego a little, maybe?”
“Now, let’s see here...” Katsuki burned holes into the shopping list that Momo handed him when he left the dorm with Izuku earlier today. “We got the cabbage, so let’s go get the fucking soba noodles.” he said.
“Okay!” Izuku chirped as he pushed the cart, following Katsuki around like a puppy would follow its owner.
Katsuki eyed Izuku, silently noting how eager he looked.
Class 1-A decided to draw lots in order to see who would go grocery shopping this time around. Katsuki and Izuku ended up being selected and Momo handed them a list she wrote up before ushering them out of the dorm. As much as Katsuki was annoyed that he got chosen to do the task, he didn’t hate it, either.
Not when Izuku had such a damn adorable look on his face.
They made their way down the noodle aisle and picked up some packets of soba, udon, and somen noodles along with some instant cup ramen. Placing them in the cart, Katsuki checked them off the list.
“Alright, now let’s go get those fucking baking ingredients for Satou and then that green tea Half n’ Half bastard likes. Ponytail said that this store also carries her favorite tea from some place called Harrod’s, so we’ll also go and fucking pick that up—” he stopped, feeling Izuku’s arms wrap around his own.
He stared at Izuku in mild surprise.
“Oi, Deku, just what is it that you’re doing?” he asked.
“Hugging your arm.” Izuku replied.
“I can fucking see that. Why are you doing it, though?”
“This feels nice. You know, the two of us going grocery shopping together. Don’t you think this is nice, Kacchan?”
Katsuki looked over at Izuku and was nearly sucker-punched by the wide, doe-like eyes that Izuku was shooting him.
Fucking shit, I can’t not answer him when he looks at me like that, he thought to himself.
“Yeah...it does feel nice.” he said.
Izuku beamed up at the blond, rubbing his cheek against his arm as Katsuki began to push the cart.
They picked up the ingredients that Satou needed and quickly made a detour to the candy aisle to pick up some sweets that Mina and Tooru said they wanted to try.
As Katsuki put (read: chucked) a package of sakura-themed Kit Kats into the cart, Izuku spotted a large milk chocolate bar. His eyes sparkled in swe as he picked it up.
“Whoa, this is super big...” he looked over at Katsuki. “Hey, Kacchan! Look at what I found!” he called out, waving the chocolate bar around for him to see.
“Huh? What is it?” Katsuki answered as he looked at Izuku, frowning upon seeing the chocolate bar in his hands.
“Fuck no.” he said almost immediately.
“Huh?” Izuku blinked his eyes twice in surprise. “Wha—”
“Fuck no.”
“But—”
“I said. Fuck. No! If it ain’t on the damn list, we ain’t picking it up!”
“But Kacchan—”
“Fuck no means fuuuuuuuck noooooooo! Put it back, Deku.”
“Kacchan—”
“Put it back or else I’ll blast it right out of your hands.”
“But then you’ll have to buy it, anyway.”
“Don’t get smart with me, Deku! Now, put the chocolate bar back where you found it.”
Izuku’s lips curled into a pout.
“Fine...” he mumbled.
He shot Katsuki a dejected look as he turned to put the chocolate bar back. As soon as the bar hit the shelf, Katsuki let out a groan.
“Aaaaaaargh, fine! Fine! Put it in the cart! I’ll buy it for you!” he shouted.
Izuku immediately picked the bar back up and whirled around to face Katsuki, his eyes sparkling with glee.
“Really?!” he exclaimed.
“Yes, really. Now, hurry it up and put it in the cart before I change my fucking mind. Just know that we’re sharing that because there is no way in hell you’ll end up with a gazillion cavities in your teeth—” Izuku tossed the bar into the cart and threw his arms around Katsuki before the blond could finish his sentence.
“Thank you, Kacchan! I love you, I love you, I love yooooooooooooou!” he gushed excitedly.
“Whoa, slow down there!” Katsuki blushed a little. “You do realize that we’re in fucking public, right?” he asked.
“Oh.” Izuku replied, his eyes wide as a boy’s voice reached their ears.
“Mama! Those two guys are holding each other!” he shouted.
“Shhh! Honey, don’t look!” his mother chided.
A bright red blush spread across Izuku’s face as he withdrew from Katsuki.
“Sorry for suddenly hugging you like that...” he murmured.
“Shit, don’t apologize, just...” Katsuki sighed, running a finger through his hair. “Let’s just get the rest of the groceries and get the fuck out of this store.” he said.
Izuku nodded.
“Yeah, let’s do that.” he said.
The two of them exited the candy aisle and they went to get the tea for Momo and Shouto, an awkward silence hanging over them all the while.
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Instance #4 - The Dorms, Katsuki’s Room (Evening)
Katsuki was seated at his desk, working on his homework when there was a knock at the door. He looked over at the door, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Yes?” he called out.
“Um, Kacchan? It’s me...”
Katsuki felt the tension in his body seep out of him the minute he heard Izuku’s voice on the other side of the door.
Oh, thank god. I can distract myself for the time being, he thought to himself.
“The door’s open.” he said.
The door opened moments later to reveal Izuku, who poked his head inside.
“Hi, Kacchan.” he spoke sheepishly, his cheeks tinted a light red.
It felt like Cupid had struck him through the heart.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit—!
Oh goddamn it all, why does Deku have to be so cute, he asked himself.
Izuku stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He had on a simple navy blue v-neck shirt and blue pajama pants that had red stars, white stars, and All Might on them. Katsuki resisted the urge to snort. The pajama pants were ridiculously dorky, but they definitely suited him.
He looked down and noticed that Izuku was holding a piece of paper and a pen in his hand.
“Is that for me?” he asked.
“Oh, this? Yeah, it is. I’m stuck on this problem and I need you to help me solve it.” Izuku explained.
“Is that so...well, come sit on the bed. Make yourself comfortable.” Katsuki said.
Izuku nodded as he crawled onto Katsuki’s bed and leaned against the pillow Katsuki climbed on as well and sat down beside Izuku.
Immediately, the scent of eucalyptus mint hit the blond’s nostrils. Looking at Izuku’s slightly damp hair and his glowing skin, it was clear to him that he just came out of the shower. This made his heart hammer against his ribcage.
Shit, he smells so good. I wanna nuzzle my face into his neck and just inhale his scent, he thought to himself.
He shooed that thought away before it could fully manifest into an action.
“So? What’s the problem?” Katsuki asked.
“It’s this one.” Izuku showed him the paper. “I don’t know how to go about simplifying it...” he trailed off.
Katsuki took the piece of paper from him and he scanned it over.
“2i<6u...? Oh come on, Deku, this shit is so fucking easy. You just divide two from both sides and you get i<3u.” he said, taking Izuku’s pen from him and outlining teach step for him.
“I see...” Izuku peered down at the paper. “You know, that looks like it could be read a different way.” he pointed out.
“Huh? Read a different way?” Katsuki eyed the sheet of paper quizzically. “The only way that this can be read is i<3u.” he stated.
“No, there’s another way.” Izuku stated.
Katsuki furrowed his brows.
“I don’t follow.”
“You don’t know?”
“No, I fucking don’t.”
“I thought you were smart, Kacchan.”
“Huh?! Don’t test me, Deku! I’m fucking intelligent, I’ll have you know!”
“Then what is the other way you can read that?”
“Like hell if I know.”
“Would you like me to tell you?”
Katsuki shot a look at Izuku, who looking right back at him. This lasted for a few minutes before Izuku began to giggle.
“Alright, since it seems like you want me to tell you, then I might as well.” he said.
That was when Izuku leaned in closer, which caught Katsuki by surprise.
“Oi Deku, just what is it that you’re doing?” he asked.
“I’m going to tell you the answer.” Izuku replied.
Yeah, I figured that much, but do you have to be so close? It’s bad for my heart, Katsuki thought to himself.
Izuku leaned in even closer, his breath hitting Katsuki’s ear.
“The less than three makes a heart. So in other words, it can also be read as “I love you,” Kacchan.” he whispered.
Katsuki sat there for a few minutes, trying to comprehend what Izuku said. Then, it clicked.
“So in other words, it can also be read as “I love you,” Kacchan.” Izuku’s words played in his mind like a broken record as a blush crawled onto his cheeks.
Then, it began to spread to his ears the moment plush, warm lips connected with his cheek.
Oh, goddamn it all, he sure knows how to drive me wild, Katsuki thought to himself.
Before he could grab Izuku and show him what a real kiss is like, Izuku pulled away and he climbed off of the bed.
“Thanks for helping me solve that problem, I do appreciate it.” Izuku made his way over to the door. “Goodnight, Kacchan.” he said.
Then, Izuku winked at him (which, by the way, Katsuki thought was the cutest thing on Earth) before slipping out of the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
Placing the paper and pen off to one side, Katsuki flopped down onto the covers, burying his face in them.
Deku...he knew what the answer to that problem was all along, didn’t he? He only came up here to have me solve the problem so that he could tell me that he loves me, he thought to himself.
He did it on purpose.
Katsuki chuckled as a giddy feeling filled his chest.
“Damn.”
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Instance #5 - The Dorms, Katsuki’s Room (Morning)
Katsuki stirred from his slumber that morning to feel something warm pressed against him. Peeking under the covers, he saw Izuku curled up against him, his head resting on his chest over his heart.
Katsuki grinned.
Gosh, he’s so cute when he’s asleep, he thought to himself.
He slung an arm around Izuku’s torso and began to rub his back soothingly as he recalled what happened last night.
Izuku came to his room at around eleven-thirty last night in tears, saying that he had a dream where the League of Villains had taken Katsuki custody and in the end, he didn’t make it out alive. Izuku had been so shaken up that his first thought was to go upstairs and see for himself that the blond was alive and well. Katsuki took him into his room without a second thought and they ended up sleeping together in his bed with Katsuki rubbing circles into his back and whispering sweet nothings and reassurances before drifting off to sleep.
Izuku smiled in his sleep as he curled up closer to Katsuki. The blond rested his head atop Izuku’s, inhaling the scent of lavender shampoo in his curly, dark green locks.
Everything about this moment is just so fucking perfect. I wish I could wake up with him in my arms every morning, Katsuki thought to himself.
He moved his head down and began peppering Izuku’s face with chaste kisses. As he left one on his right eyelid, Izuku’s eyes fluttered open. He released a yawn.
“Mmmm...Kacchan...?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
Katsuki felt like he got shot in the heart by Cupid as Izuku reached up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
Fuuuuuuuuck, he’s so fucking cute! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Holy shit! Oh my god! Damn, now I really hope this moment can just last forever, he thought to himself.
Katsuki grinned down at him.
“Damn right, it’s me. Morning, Deku.” he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I take it you slept well last night?” he asked.
“I did! And it was all because I was in your arms the whole night, Kacchan.” Izuku replied, beaming up at him happily.
Katsuki laughed.
“You’re damn right. I’m your boyfriend, so I gotta make sure you’re getting enough sleep and shit.” he said.
Izuku couldn’t help but giggle.
“I know, I know.” he looked at Katsuki. “So, what were you doing before I woke up?” he asked.
“Looking at you. Thinking about how fucking cute you were as you slept. Showering your fucking cute face with kisses.” Katsuki replied.
Izuku blushed.
“So that’s what you were doing...”
“What, so you were actually awake the whole time?”
“No. It was only when I felt something pressing gently against my eyelid that I woke up.”
“Is that so...”
Izuku smiled.
“You know, I love you so much, Kacchan.” he said.
A blush dusted Katsuki’s cheeks pink as Izuku continued.
“You know what would make me love you even more than I already do?” he tapped a finger against his lips. “If you kiss me right here.” he said.
Katsuki chuckled.
“I like that.” he wrapped his arms around Izuku’s waist. “I really like the sound of that.” he said as he began to lean in towards Izuku.
Before their lips could touch, however, there was loud knocking at the door.
“Hey, Bakugou! You up yet?!”
Katsuki glared daggers at the door, hoping that it would slice through and stab whoever the fuck was at the door (most likely Eijirou).
“Fuck.” he bit out.
Way to ruin my alone time with Deku, dipshit.
🧡💚🧡💚
Bonus Instance (+1) - The Dorms, Near Izuku’s Room (Night)
“Kacchan, you know you didn’t have to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Walk me back to my room.”
“Well, I’m doing it because I want to.”
“But—”
“Shut up and let me fucking walk you back to your room, Deku.”
Izuku and Katsuki stepped into the dorm after spending two hours doing practice battles at the training ground (with permission from Aizawa, of course). They walked side by side, the only light in the dorm being the beams of moonlight that shone through the windows.
“Oi, Deku, you sure you don’t wanna shower before you go and sleep? You reek.” Katsuki said.
“Well, you reek, too.” Izuku responded with a huff.
“Huh, don’t you have a smart mouth, Deku.” Katsuki commented as he tickled Izuku’s side, causing him to dissolve into barely stifled giggles.
Flicking on the lights, they headed down the hall to Izuku’s room. Once they stopped, Izuku turned to smile at Katsuki.
“Well, thanks for walking me back to my room even though I told you numerous times that you didn’t have to. I appreciate it.” he leaned in towards Katsuki. “I love you, Kacchan.” he said before pressing a kiss to Katsuki’s cheek.
Katsuki looked at Izuku with a stunned look on his face as Izuku pulled away.
“Good night.” Izuku said as he turned to open the door.
Before he could step inside, Katsuki called out to him.
“Oi, wait just a fucking minute.”
Izuku turned as Katsuki grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him towards him, cupping his cheek as their lips crashed together in a kiss. Izuku was taken aback, but it only lasted for a short moment before melting, kissing Katsuki back.
The kiss lasted for a couple more minutes before Katsuki pulled away, pressing their foreheads together. Red bore into green as Katsuki spoke, his cheeks turning red.
“I...fucking love you too.” he said.
Immediately, Izuku blushed bright red. His heart soared and giddiness began to bubble up from within him like soda at Katsuki’s words. He grinned from ear to ear.
“I know, Kacchan.” he pecked him on the lips. “Good night.” he said.
“Yeah, good night.” Katsuki said as Izuku pulled away and he headed inside.
Before closing the door, Izuku turned and flashed Katsuki one last smile. “I love you, Kacchan. I really do.” he said.
“I know you fucking do. Now, go and catch some fucking zzz’s.” Katsuki said with the wave of his hand.
Izuku laughed before turning and closing the door behind him. Almost instantly, Katsuki dissolved into a blushing, flustered mess. He facepalmed as he let out a loud groan.
Oh my god, why am I acting like some fucking high school girl who just got her kiss?! My heart won’t stop fucking racing, my cheeks are fucking red, and my lips feel like they’re on fucking fire! It was just a fucking kiss and a simple “I fucking love you too,” so why the fuck am I like this, Katsuki asked himself.
He took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart and to get rid of the raging blush on his cheeks. It worked in a matter of minutes.
“Now that’s more fucking like it.” he said.
He turned to start walking back to his room only to come face to face with a widely smiling Eijirou. This caught Katsuki off-guard.
“The fuck—”
“Man, Bakugou, you’re such a smooth operator!” Eijirou gushed.
“Huh? The fuck are you going on about, Shitty Hair?” Katsuki asked.
“Obviously when you pulled Midoriya to you and kissed him! And then you were all like, “I...fucking love you too” with really red cheeks and this really soft look on your face! Like, soft Bakugou is some good quality stuff right there!” Eijirou said.
Katsuki glared at Eijirou.
“You saw that?!”
“Uh, yeah? I mean, there’s nothing to be afraid of, since everyone else knows you two are dating.”
“What?! Everyone knows?!”
“Oh shit, I promised Yaoyorozu that I wouldn’t say anything—”
(Also listen to the sea of love by cat power while reading if ya like)
I can’t imagine a better thing than taking a bath with harry, especially after a long day.
You would gently undress each other, maybe he would massage your shoulders a little bit after he peels your shirt over your head. There would be candles in the room, giving the cold tile floor a warm glow and casting shadows on your skin. The tub would have already been filled, salts and oils added, a heavenly aroma diffusing to the room. Harry would run his hands down your arms, from your shoulders to grip your hands. He would lead you to the tub and stabilize you as you stepped in. He climbed in after, situating himself across from you in the large clawfoot tub. Your bodies were hidden under the slightly pink heated water by the dozens of bubbles that glittered in the candlelight. He would stretch his long legs all the way out, placing them on either side of your hips, and you would sit with your knees close to your chest.
You would talk about your days, your weeks, or however long it had been since you had seen each other last. You would talk about the people you both surrounded yourselves with, how they made you feel, how much they meant to you, or in some cases how much they pissed you off. You both would talk about things that had been weighing on your minds, taking the time to listen intently to the other. When Harry spoke in your deep chats, you cherished his words. You knew how evasive he could be and you loved it when he let you in.
After a while, you would turn around to press your back against his chest. You would curl up into his chest and Harry would gently wash down your neck and shoulders and arms.The conversation would die down a bit, but as Harry washed your body he would notice tiny details. Maybe it was a scar from when you were younger that he would ask to hear the story about. Maybe he would comment on your nail polish or tell you how cute he thought the freckles dusting your body were. You would sit with each other, enjoying each other’s company, Harry stroking your arm gently, allowing the silence to be comfortable.
if you're still looking for headcanons for the ficlet thing, i have a headcanon that once they're together, Sherlock is /so/ cuddly. He sleeps like an octopus and just constantly wants to be touching John or holding his hand or something. It's okay if you don't like this prompt, and good luck with your English! Thank you for giving us lovely johnlock gifts while you practice :)
I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve been busy with school shit. Anyway, enough excuses. Hope you enjoy!
The alarm forced John out of his peaceful sleep at 8:00 am on a tuesday morning.He groaned and rolled onto his stomach, forcing his arm to slide away from Sherlock who snorred gently next to him.The golden morning light peeped through the blinds.John sighed and forced himself to sit up in bed and rupped his eyes.“John…” Sherlock groaned. His hands wandered around trying to grap hold of John, while his eyes were closed shut.John chuckled at the sight and leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek.“Morning,” he said.Sherlock slowly opened his eyes and snuggled towards John.“Stay,” he mumbled with his raspy morning voice. John loved Sherlock like this. Raw and beautiful and well, Sherlock.“There’s nothing I wanted more. Believe me,” John said and allowed himself to lay down again next to Sherlock. Just for a few minutes.Sherlock emediatly snuggled close to him. He put his head on John’s chest and wrapped his arm around John’s stomach. “You’re such a snuggle head, you unbelieveble madman.”“You love it.” “I do. But I have to go to work.”“Why?” “Because some of us has to pay the rent,” John said and kissed him before he, unwillingly, wiggled himself free from Sherlock and put his clothes on.“Want a cuppa?” He asked.“Mhm,” Sherlock nodded and swang his dressing gown around himself.———When John returned home, the first thing Sherlock did was throw John on the sofa and practicaly wrapped his whole body around him.John huffed out a laugh.“I missed you two.” “What took you so long?” Sherlock asked.“Traffic, sorry.” John placed a longing kiss on his lips.“Who knew Sherlock Holmes himself, would be such a cuddler?” “Problem?” Sherlock asked.“Not at all,” John smiled.“Good.
The rest of the evening was spend snuggled up on the sofa in 221b.When Mrs. Hudson came up with homemade biscuits, she smiled the two on the sofa and placed a blanket over them, and put the biscuits on the table, closing the door quietly behind her.
Side Pairings: Rantaro x Kaede, Kaito x Maki, Keebo x Miu
Summary: Kokichi and Shuichi both have a heated rivalry going on at their part-time job at Kuma Mart, where they compete to see who can finish their online orders the fastest. Many shenanigans occur and eventually, love begins to develop.
Now Available to Read on AO3!
Preview is under the cut!
“I thought you would’ve gone home by now, seeing as you got off before I did,” he commented.
“Weeeeeeell, I just remembered that I needed to pick up some other things, so I’m going to get them,” Kokichi explained.
“I see...what section are you going to?” Shuichi asked.
“Dairy. I need milk and eggs, since Amami-chan, the annoying piglet, and Keeboy are all coming over tomorrow to bake cookies.”
“I’m going to the dairy section, too! I have to pick up some orange juice.”
“My, what a coincidence! Or perhaps it could be fate?”
“I highly doubt it’s fate, Ouma-kun.”
“Nishishi~You know you could at least amuse me, my beloved Saihara-chan.”
Hi, hello! This is just the beginning of a fic I’m currently working. I’m showing this part to tumblr just to say hi hello to this fandom since I’m not mainly known for Star Wars (or writing technically). I’m just looking for someone to maybe help run ideas by and whatnot… anyways below is the first two paragraphs of the fic:
Poe felt strong arms wrap around his waist and he was reminded why nights like this were his favorite. Nights with his boyfriend, Finn, we’re always the best, they stoked the fire that was in Poe’s heart and kept him warm. He fell asleep in mere moments with Finn’s arm draped around him, the comfort making it all too easy.
Poe awoke his consciousness slowly rising up until he was fully awake, the arm of Finn still draped over him from the night before. A warm smile spread across his face as he slowly pushed his boyfriend’s arm off of his waist, missing it, but knowing he needed to get up. He was careful not to wake Finn as he pushed his arm off, moving it slowly and gently.
Who’s That Shadow Holding Me Hostage by Romancemesomeziam
Word count: 42,625
Summary: He remembered spending hours at that same table, drawing until his fingers went numb, warm lips sometimes pressed to his neck as hazelnut kisses were exchanged. Zayn could still hear that mellow sultry voice whispering in his ear, how he worked too hard how he needed to take a break. He also remembered how those breaks often ended in the tiny bathroom meters away, clumsy make out sessions as large hands palmed his ass, grinding against him until he was breathless.
“Stop, “mumbled Zayn to himself as he stripped his soaked coat, hanging it on a vacant hook before taking a seat. Don’t do this yourself, he’s gone. He never came back.
or
(When Zayn is faced with the return of a man he loved but thought dead and now faces a battle worse than any war, a battle with Liam’s memory of him and their past.)
Thank you so much to @ziamsmutmanip-mikachansk for letting me use two of their Ziam manips for this post. They are lovely, all the credit to them for creating it!!
