getting to dress-up as anyone or thing that tickled your fancy, as long as it was funny and recognizable.
it's refreshing to see others also partake in the festivities with the exchanging treats and the abundance of tricks played on unsuspecting victims.
not to mention the absolute kick you’re getting as Katsuki seethes at what you'd chosen to wear.
“My costume!” You grin widely with pride, puffing your chest out and putting your hands on your hips.
sure, he’s seen plenty of dynamights roaming the streets as he went about patrol, yelling kiddy swears and mimicking his move sets to the best of their abilities.
it's a whole different ball game when his partner decides to dress up as him; the fact that it was identical to the one he wore back during his UA days makes it worse.
“Midoriya helped with the finer details,” you casually named drop your accomplice, gave an uncharacteristic twirl, and let Katsuki bask and relive his glory days, “what do you think?”
“It fucking sucks.” Is all he manages to get past his tightly gritted teeth.
as he makes an expanding list of ways he plans on getting his revenge, you change your pose to one you'd seen him do a dozen times.
“I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure I absolutely nailed the ‘Lord Explosion Murder’ era perfectly.” the chunky styrofoam gauntlets were a bit of a hassle to haul around and you weren't even going to mention how heavy the mask/headpiece was.
“Don’t fuckin’ stand like that!” He’s pointing now, bright-red eyes narrowing at the protruding curve in your spine as you dramatically slouched into yourself.
"please, you stood exactly like this. I have the pictures!"
Katsuki's growling now, chest heaving with each angry breath he took, "you and that shitty nerd are so gonna get it."
“What’s crawled up yer ass, ya damn extra?” you try to closely match the gravelly, rough draw of his voice, which stokes the fire from deep within him even more.
the embarrassment hits him at full-force when your lips curl into an intimidating snarl, thinned-out brows making nearly perfect ‘v’ shapes as you do your best ‘dynamight’ glare, “cut it the fuck out!”
that's when he sees it.
a mischievous glint you get in your eyes when you'd come up with something you knew he'd absolutely hate.
tension only seems to thicken as you open your mouth and attempt to speak.
you’d barely rasped your first ‘oi!’ before he’s finally had enough and charges at full-speed.
costumed kids and adults alike looked on in confused horror as two Dynamights went barreling past them, one letting out boisterous fits of laughter and the other looking like he was seconds away from tearing his doppelgänger’s head right off.
Bill prefers a more hands-on approach when it comes to gaming.
cw: set between late 90s/early 2000s, fem!reader, r is not a #gamergirl for plot purposes, ooc to the max bc bill isn’t allowed within 50 feet of the opposite sex :P
Nailed to the wooden door, painted in bold, red letters, is a giant sign that reads ‘NO GIRLS ALLOWED’.
“You break a single thing in here, and I’ll call the cops, I swear to god.”
“Great, anything else?"
“Touch my comics, and you’re dead.”
The threat rolls off your shoulders as quickly as he said it.
It’s been like this ever since you walked through the front door.
After getting a call, at 2 a.m. might you add, Bill had been real adamant about you coming over; something about his usual visitors being 'too busy doing other stupid bullshit' and wanting to show off his mad skills at a new game he'd purchased.
Had you not been on the verge of falling back asleep, you would've called him on his shit and made him admit that he really just wanted to see you.
Regardless, and in hopes of putting an end to the semi-rantish call, you said yes.
Bill, having finally gone through his extensive rule list and coming close to having you sign a contract, unlocks the wooden door and pushes it open; the worn-out stairs squeak loudly as the two of you make your descent into the dark room.
As if it were second nature, he felt around in the air for a moment before yanking on a dangling cord. The only source of light reveals his magnum opus.
The basement was exactly as you pictured it.
Hanging on almost every wall that didn't have a giant bookshelf pushed in front of it, several shelves were bearing multiple miniature knick-knacks and large posters featuring what you assumed was every single sci-fi movie to have ever existed.
Towards one of the corners of the room was a beat-up table covered in a fictional map, surrounded by over a dozen mini figurines; a battle having clearly taken place the night before.
But what stuck out to you the most was that it was noticeably clean.
Y'know, for a guy.
Aside from the clutter of personal belongings that bordered on a novice level of hoarding, there was not a single speck of dust.
No crumpled papers, bits of plastic, fast food wrappers, or anything. You could be mistaken, but you’re almost positive he vacuumed, too; Hell, even the tiny waste basket shoved next to the couch was empty.
Was this all because you were coming over? Did he want to make a good impression?
The thought alone sends your guts aflutter with some bizarre version of flattery.
As your gaze flits all around the room, you feel a heat radiating from your host’s laser-focused gaze aimed directly at your face.
“What?”
“You look… different.”
Okay, so what if you actually put some effort into your appearance, doused yourself in your favorite perfume, and put on your nicest pair of jeans?
It’s not like you wanted to look somewhat decent for the guy you were maybe-kinda-sorta seeing or anything; even if said guy couldn’t give any less of a damn about how you looked.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrug nonchalantly, hoping he wouldn’t see through your thinly-veiled ruse, “I always look like this. Are you just now paying attention?”
God only knows the amount of ridicule the little weasel’d dogpile you with if he found out you got all ‘prettified’ just for him.
Plus, his ego would over-inflate to unprecedented levels and take out all mankind like a modern-day version of the meteor that ended the reign of dinosaurs.
Luckily, with one last eye flicker and a low, noncommittal ‘hm’ from the back of his throat, the brief subject is dropped.
Guess you both did some light primping.
He moves further into the room, not before throwing back a witty 'You should take a picture; it'll last longer.'.
“I can’t help it; it’s not every day my pookie bear lets me into his holy sanctum to play with his little toys.” You flutter your eyelashes at him, earning a disturbed sneer in return.
“Don’t call me that.”
“What? Pookie bear?” you feign innocence.
“Yes, that. Only pussywhipped normies use that cutesie crap and I refuse to subject myself to such standards.”
“Whatever you say, snookums.”
“I so loathe you.” Bill let out one last aggravating sigh before busying himself with the gaming system he’d mentioned over the phone.
As he connects a couple of wires to his TV, you awkwardly hang around for something more to do, settling on picking at a hang nail just to have something to busy your hands with.
The solution comes when you make eye contact with a nearby shelf, a couple of out-of-box action figures practically beckoning you over.
“Ooh! What if we each grabbed one and made them kiss and junk? Wouldn’t that be romantic?”
You snag a figure that had a very Baywatch David Hasselhoff-y vibe with puffier hair and a gun strapped to his hip and deepen your voice, holding it up close to Bill, “Listen to the chick, punk. She’s got the right idea.”
A certain lasso-handling heroine is also thrown into the mix as you adjust your tone to be more smooth and confident.
“I agree, Please help me declare my undying love for…” You pause for a moment in an attempt to recall the gunslinger’s name, “that guy.”
Bill scoffs 'unamusingly' at your childish display and (lightly) swats the hand holding the intergalactic smuggler away from his face, “Like Han Solo would ever be caught dead making out with a woman who wears her panties out in public to fight crime.”
“Pssh, He’d be lucky if Wonder Woman even glanced in his general direction.”
He pauses, “How do you know who Wonder Woman is?”
“Can’t tell you; it’ll take the mystery out of our relationship.” (You thumbed through a stack of comics when he wasn’t looking.) “Are you going to show me how to play or what?”
As if on cue, the TV’s noisy static blaring through the speakers smoothens out to a more upbeat and inviting tune, making way to display the psychedelic home screen of one Mario Kart 64.
You let out a delighted ‘oooo!’ before plopping down next to your kinda-sorta boyfriend on his circular carpet as he fiddles around with two controllers, ensuring that both are fully functional and cooperating.
Bill messes around with the game select screen, making sure to pick two players before moving on to the character select screen, the more exciting of the two.
There are eight options for you to choose from, ranging from a human plumber to... you want to say a punk dragon with a mohawk?
Before you can make a decision, you're given some unwarranted advice: "You can be peach, obviously."
“Are you saying that because I’m dainty and pretty like her?”
“Uh, no. She’s pink and the only girl.”
As appealing as that sounds, another character had already caught your eye. “Forget that. I want to be the green dino thingy.”
“Yoshi? Out of the question, I already chose him.”
“No way, I want him!”
“No, fuck off! I picked him first!”
“BILL, PLEASEEE!”
“Get off of me!”
———
After the two of you take the time to have a well-rounded and productive discussion ("STOP THROWING CUSIONS AT ME!"), you come to an agreement.
“Whatever, I wanted to be Toad anyway.” He eventually concedes.
A triumphant giggle bubbles past your lips, earning a heatless scowl from Bill, as the game finally, finally begins.
You watch as a quick runthrough of the track displays itself: a hilly, rainbow-y mess set deep in outer space; cartoon logics, who were you to argue.
As the countdown begins and the competitors rev up their engines, a previously forgotten problem makes its way to the forefront of your mind. “Wait- Bill- I don’t know the controls!”
“Can’t help you, gotta win.”
And the race is on!
As he moves freely around the map and plays out maneuvers only capable of being done by someone who already knew every trick in the game, all you managed to do was move forward a couple feet, change the camera angles, and then crash straight into a wall, where you remained until the end of the race as Bill, as expected, effortlessly places first.
To add insult to injury, right before crossing the finish line, one of the last remaining CPUs nails you with a projectile. "Oh, come on!"
He lets out a victorious and annoyingly mocking cackle as the rankings are given, placing you at dead last, right underneath a literal ape.
You jut your bottom lip out in disdain, “Does unfairly beating me make you feel good about yourself, Dickey?”
“It really does. Thanks for asking.”
"Jerk."
"It's not my fault you're so bad at this."
“I am trying my-“ a sudden warmth descends upon you as a pair of flannel-covered arms wrap themselves atop of your own, “-best.”
He’s initiating contact! holy shit, holy shit, don't make any sudden moves or he’ll get spooked. Oh my god!
Bill ‘hand-holding is for douchebags’ Dickey was willingly pulling a slightly less messy version of the pottery scene from Ghost; all in the name of showing you how to play a game meant for kids.
During all this overthinking, he's also pointing out each multi-colored button and its designated purpose.
So it's possible he doesn't consciously realize the very intimate hold he has on your right now.
Oh well, you'll take what you can get.
Is that aftershave you're smelling? Since when has he ever worn that?
“-button to perform slides on turns so you don’t lose any speed, but it’s a move for more advanced players, such as myself, and I doubt you’d be able to do it correctly.”
Wait, how long has he been talking for?
Any sound tumbling out of his mouth sounds exactly like it’s coming from one of the offscreen adults in Peanuts.
"You’re holding it wrong.”
You blink. “W-what other way is there? I don’t have three hands.”
“The controller's only meant to be held by the middle and right part.”
You nearly swallow your tongue as Bill maneuvers your hands, which were getting embarrassingly clammier by the second, into the correct position.
He then chooses another track, one that was covered in cows, and the countdown begins once again.
Except this time, once the little guy on the cloud makes it to one, instead of focusing on winning and jetting off to remain ahead of the other racers, his cart remains at a standstill next to yours. “Okay, press A to go.”
That should be easy enough to find!
One measly little A shouldn’t be an issue.
You stare down at the controller, and a beat of awkward silence hangs thickly in the air.
“Uh...”
Unseen by you, Bill rolls his eyes. “Are you new to the English language? You’re hopeless.”
He presses your thumb down, and by some odd miracle, Yoshi is finally moving forward, this time without hitting any barriers.
Like the world's most annoying teacher, he helps remind you again and again what button serves what purpose, all while keeping his hold on you.
While it initially flustered you, you started to get used to the added heat and focused on actually winning.
When he feels that you've finally got a grasp on the controls, he gives you full-reign of the controller and drops his arms; although, Bill doesn't seem to go too far, simply choosing to hang them loosely around your waist.
You don't think much of it, too preoccupied dodging a few cows whose life mission was to be run over.
"Stupid asshole," you murmur angrily under your breathe as a green plumber bumps into your kart and nearly sends you veering off course.
The race gets even more intense when you finally manage to catch up and riding the red plumber's ass for first.
"Throw it already, he's right fucking there!" Bill encourages, his grip tightening from excitement.
Your arm jerks to the right as if the movement will help Yoshi avoid a banana placed by the unfair CPU racer. "I'm trying, I'm trying!"
"Then throw the damn shell!"
"Stop backseat driving!"
With the checkered finish line in sight, you make the last ditch effort to twart your opponent and toss the green shell.
You both watch with bated breath as it hits the white fences along the sides like the world's most annoying pinball, inching closer and closer to its intended target before it finally makes a-
"Direct hit!"
At the absolute last second, Mario is sent toppling over like the giant tool he is, making a clear path for Yoshi, the ambitious little dinosaur, to take first place.
"I did it!" The wide grin on your face nearly splits your face in two as Yoshi lets out his victory... cheer?
You don't dwell too much on it.
Maneuvering yourself around and then tossing your arms around his neck, you relish in the small, dare you say, proud expression displayed on your boyfriend's face, "Did you see that?"
This time, you can see when he rolls his eyes, "Duh, I was right here."
"How does it feel to be dating someone with better gaming skills than you?"
"Please, I could've played better than that in my sleep."
"Is that a bet I hear, Mr. Dickey?" You twirl a lock of his auburn hair in between your fingers.
You're not sure exactly when it clicks, but the sudden realization of the extremely close proximity he's placed himself in brings an abrupt end to the light teasing between you two.
Bill's entire face turns a brilliantly bright cherry red as he scrambles back over to his side of the floor, accidently knocking you on your ass and stammering the whole way, “T-tell anyone about this and I-I’ll just say you were c-coming onto me.”
Initially, you thought that you accidentally overstepped your boundaries and caused him some grief, knowing how weird he is with physical contact, all of which is thrown out the window when he keeps glancing over at you.
You snicker, "Don't worry, I liked it too."
He sucks his teeth in what you took as dismissal, "whatever."
The tiny smile he's fighting so hard to stamp down says otherwise.
He quietly grabs his controller and returns to the map selection screen, scrolling through the submenus until he finally settles on one.
You take the silent hint and reach for yours, keeping your distance and refocusing on the screen.
As the two of you settle back in, Bill not-so-subtly scooches himself closer to you, tensing slightly when his leg makes contact.
Not wanting to ruin the moment, you just slump further into his side, leaning your head on his shoulder.
It takes every fiber in your body and then some to not squeal in pure ecstasy when he returns the small gesture by squishing his head on top of yours.
"YEAHHH, EAT SHIT!”
“WHEN DID YOU GET A RED SHELL?!”
extra:
"Hey, freak. Have you seen my sewing kit? I got a couple grudges to- what the hell?”
Jane watches in complete shock as the whirlwind formerly known as her brother frantically shoves pile after pile of trash into a large bag.
There’s a couple more just like it in terms of size piled up in the corner; right beside them is a discarded feather duster and a tangled-up vacuum cleaner.
"I didn't touch your shit," Bill calls over his shoulder, "can't you see I'm busy?"
“Since when do you clean?”
Her only answer is a grumbled 'mind your damn business' as her brother proceeds to dump last night's leftover campaign fuel into the overstuffed garbage bag in his tight grasp.
"Is it for a girl? It's a girl, isn't it?"
The younger Dickey takes a moment to soak in the fact that her brother, the selfish bastard that couldn’t bring himself to give a shit about other people, was actively making an effort to try and impress another human being and allowing them to step foot into his ‘nerd cave’.
You really can’t make this stuff up.
"Y'know,” she drawls after a moment of complete silence, an almost cat-like smirk stretching itself across her pale cheeks, “for a while there, I thought you weren't interested in girls."
D44 if you’re still taking requests for Sophie and Rafe!?
d44: I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before
warnings: smut, 18+ !!
wordcount: 1.9k
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It started innocent, at least.
Rafe convinced Sophie to come over the day before Thanksgiving break ended, only because the house was empty. After he came to Sophie’s house for Thanksgiving and felt like he passed the test with her family, he was reminded again of how his was completely opposite and didn’t feel like introducing her any time soon. He was grateful she understood the situation and didn’t push it.
They didn’t get alone time in a casual setting often because they both lived in their fraternity and sorority houses - any time hanging out was often interrupted quickly and turned into a group hangout with their friends. Rafe was frustrated each time, especially when they were caught mid-makeout. Sophie would just laugh it off and Rafe swore he could feel her relax a little each time, but never questioned it.
“Hey.” She interrupted the movie during the height of a fight scene - a major faux pas to Rafe, who immediately went to shush her. She batted his hand away from her lips, grinning. “We’re alone.”
“I know, that’s why you’re here.”
“No, Rafe. We’re alone.” Sophie emphasized. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. The weight of her words finally hit him and he scrambled to turn off the TV, then rolled on top of her, a hand going to grip her waist. She giggled, reaching up to kiss him. The kisses got more and more heated as they went, both of their shirts on the floor in minutes.
“Can I?” Rafe murmured against her skin, fingers toying with her bra clasp. “Yeah, please.” She nodded, slipping out of it before she could give herself a second to consider backing out. He grinned and pushed himself up on his forearms, taking a moment to admire her. “Rafe.” She whined, going to cover herself up, but he pulled her arm away. “So fucking pretty, Soph.” He slid his hand gently up her side to palm her breast, then grazed his thumb over her nipple.
“Quit.” She mumbled but raked her fingers through his hair, a blush growing on her cheeks. He grinned up at her as he started kissing along her collarbone, teasing her. “You mean it?”
“No, I meant stop just...looking. Do something.”
He nodded and brought his lips to her nipple, tracing around it first with his tongue before grazing his teeth across. Sophie let out a soft moan, arching her back up toward him. He took his time, sucking and nipping at certain spots across her chest and soothing over them with his tongue, loving her small whimpers of pleasure.
She tensed a little as he started kissing down her stomach. He glanced up, gripping her hips as he met the waistband of her skirt. “You alright?”
“I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.” Sophie breathed out. Rafe took it as a sign and reached down, about to slip his hand under her skirt, but she grabbed his wrist quickly. He retracted his hand right away, sliding up to kiss her lips again. She kissed him back, short, but was suddenly tense, unsure.
“Soph, what’s wrong?” He asked, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear with a gentle touch.
“I just - I don’t know.” She sat up on her elbows, feeling extra exposed. Rafe seemed to sense it and pulled the comforter over her but gave her space, leaning away. “I’m sorry.” She apologized and he shook his head. “No, no, nothing to apologize for. We stop whenever you want to stop.”
“It’s not that. I want to.” Sophie paused. “Really want to.”
“Okay...” He searched over her expression, confused. “I’m not following.”
“Fuck, okay.” She leaned her head back, glancing at the ceiling for a moment before shifting her gaze back to him. “I've never really - well, I’ve gotten to this point before, a couple times, but I don’t know. I’ve only gone all the way with one guy - and fuck, it lasted, like, two seconds, I didn’t really know him too well, kind of just wanted to get it over with I guess.” She rambled, then bit her lip as she tried to gauge his reaction. “I don’t want to, um, disappoint?”
Rafe almost laughed until he realized how serious she was and leaned closer to kiss her. “Is that it?”
She pulled back, bewildered. “Is that it? It’s kind of a big deal, Rafe.”
“Not really. Not to me at least.” He was incredibly sincere, careful not to mince his words. “I really care about you, Soph, so if you ever want to stop - any second, I’m serious - tell me and we will. And you could never, ever disappoint.”
She beamed, surprised by his reaction. “Really? You mean it?”
“I mean it.” He kissed her again, soft and sweet, and was a little hesitant when she kissed him harder, her hands sliding down his back. “S’okay, Rafe.” She murmured, rolling her hips against his. He groaned against her lips. “Fuck, we haven’t even done anything yet and I’m already hard.”
She grinned and slid her hand down against his ass. “We can take our time.” He hummed against her skin as he kissed along her jawline. “Not gonna last if we take too much time.”
“Then stop wasting time.” She told him, rolling her hips again. “I know I’m not experienced but I know you at least have to take off my skirt.”
Rafe laughed lowly and pulled her skirt off as she lifted her hips for him. She sucked in a slow breath as he started kissing up her thighs, spreading her legs apart. “Rafe you really don’t have to -”
“I want to taste you, baby.”
“Fuck.” Sophie exhaled, already feeling a little light-headed just from the sight of his head between her thighs. “Okay.”
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” He reminded her, only continuing at her nod. He nudged her panties aside and just traced around her wetness with one finger, glancing up to see her reaction. She cursed under her breath, pushing her hips toward him. “Can I take these off?” He asked, hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties.
“God, yes, please.” She bit her lip hard in anticipation, then her mouth fell open as he pushed one long finger slowly into her once they were off. He smirked and pulled it out, rubbing his two fingers over her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips.
“You’re so good for me, Soph.” Rafe murmured, then slowly slid two fingers in her, testing her out. After a moment she mumbled something and he glanced up, pulling his hand away. “What was that?”
“No, don’t -” She whined. “I said more. Please, Rafe, more.”
He slid his two fingers back in and started fucking her at a gentle pace, then lowered his lips to her clit. Just one flick of his tongue across had her crying out and then he picked up the pace, sucking and licking and holding her down with a strong forearm across her hips. It didn’t take long until she was cursing again - oh, right there, fuck, please Rafe - and reaching her high, breathing hard.
He kissed up her hipbone as she took a moment to catch her breath. “Where the fuck did you learn that?” Sophie asked, tugging gently at his hair to pull him closer. He just smirked and leaned up to kiss her, and she scowled a little. “Actually, I don’t want to know.” He laughed and kissed her hard, running his hands up her body. “Fine by me.”
"You’re wearing way too much clothing, this is unfair.” She pushed at his chest, trying to flip them over. “Eager.” He teased. “We don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to.”
“I want to. Pants off.” She tugged at the waistband of his sweats and he nodded, rolling off her for a moment to kick off his sweats. He paused, glancing over at her with just his boxers on before taking them off too. She was caught up in watching him, subconsciously tracing her tongue over her top lip. Rafe grinned. “You’re ogling me.”
“Hm?” She blinked, distracted.
“You’re still sure?”
“I need you, Rafe.” She told him, feeling the heat creeping across her cheeks. He didn’t waste another second kicking off his boxers and coming back to the bed, kissing her fiercely and groaned when she reached down to grip him, running her thumb across the head of his cock. “Fuck, Soph.”
“I love that sound.” Sophie mumbled against his lips. “Do you have a condom?”
“Shit, yeah.” He leaned over and fumbled with the drawer of his nightstand then pulled out a foil packet.
“Tell me those aren’t from high school.” She grabbed it out of his hand, looking for an expiration date and he grabbed it back, laughing. “It’s not, I, um. Packed accordingly.” She watched as he rolled it on and bit her bottom lip, tensing a little as he turned back to her. He sensed it right away and kissed her, gentle. “We’ll take it slow, okay? Just talk to me.”
“Mmhmm.” She murmured, holding him close. He teased the head of his cock against her entrance and she held her breath until he pushed into her, slowly. After a couple seconds she exhaled, nodding. “Okay, you can move.” He started slow, focusing more on her pleasure than his. When she dug her fingers into his shoulders and pressed her hips against his, he picked up the pace just slightly, until she was moaning. “More, Rafe, god.”
He started thrusting harder, reaching up to pinch her nipple and loving the way she whined underneath him, curses spilling from her lips. “Soph, I’m not going to -” He warned, pressing heated open-mouthed kisses across her cheeks and lips. “I know, I’m close too.” She breathed out, cursing again when he roughly handled her breasts, fingers sure to make a mark tomorrow. “Sophie, fuck, so fucking good for me,” he mumbled, groaning as he came. It only took a few times of him circling his fingers across her clit before she came too, moaning into his ear.
They rested their foreheads against each other for a moment, breath intermingling, before he pulled out of her. She let out an embarrassingly breathy whine, turning red as she did so. Rafe grinned and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before tossing the condom in the bathroom and returning.
“I didn’t know you were so vocal.” He teased, trailing his fingers up her side.
“I’d like to hear more of you next time.” She shot back.
He grinned. “Anything for you, baby.”
Sophie had the covers pulled across her chest and beamed at him when he came into bed to cuddle with her. “Hey, Rafe.”
“Hey what.” He pulled a strong arm across her waist and pulled her back against him.
“Remind me again why we didn’t date sooner? We could have been doing this all this time.”
“I’ve been trying for years, baby, I think you’re a little stubborn.” He teased, nuzzling against her neck. She reached up and curled her fingers into his hair. “Me? Never.”
“Uh huh. Really, though, I don’t think I would have been good enough for you even a year ago.” He paused, glancing up at her in a moment of vulnerability. “You deserve the best.” Sophie blushed, ducking her head away. “Rafe.”
with his patience growing increasingly thinner, Katsuki begrudgingly lets you yank him into an empty alley, an idea you'd been mulling over finally coming to life.
"sue me for trying to be romantic."
"we're on a date!" he throws his hands up incredulously, his raucous voice echoing out into the night air.
you hum, after taking a quick scan of your surroundings for any potential peepers, "consider this a perk for taking me out."
There are a few mumblings on his end, maybe a couple of curses, but other than that, no complaints are heard.
"give me a second." thrusting an arm up towards the underside of a nearby fire escape, a thin string of webbing shoots out from your wrist and hits the rusted metal with a muffled 'thwing!'.
as you move upwards, you readjust your grip and then carefully toss your legs forward with a few kicks, flipping yourself with ease.
there's a slight strain in your core, signifying that you are definitely going to feel this in the morning.
once you're able to find your balance and grapple both feet as you hang upside down, your hair rains down around you when you right your posture and frame your face.
the familiar sensation of blood rushing to your head creates a slightly uncomfortable pressure as you slide back down towards your agitated boyfriend, who’s pretending as if he didn't just have his arms stretched out to catch you in case you fell.
"how cool was that? I'm pretty sure I qualify for a high-rate circus."
"are you done?”
"yeah, yeah. how about a kiss for your favorite hero?"
he huffs in amusement, "like I'd ever put my lips on that shitty old man."
"a sense of humor, did you purposely hide it from me?”
despite his alleged annoyance, Katsuki carefully cradles both sides of your face, his hands warm from his quirk.
however, he hesitates.
maybe this was a little too public for his comfort. this was probably a bad idea.
you’re about to tell him to forget about it, that the adrenaline from date night was clouding your judgment, but you realize that he’s gone uncharacteristically quiet.
he’s staring; rather intensely, too.
his gaze is focused, accompanied by a boyishly small smile that only ever shows up when he’s around you.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was powerwashing the memory of your face into his brain. he also takes the chance to lightly run his thumb over a fading scar on your cheek you picked up a few weeks ago on patrol; almost as if the gesture would smoothen the slightly raised skin.
sap.
When Katsuki snaps out of whatever trance he’s put himself in, he realizes that you’re staring right back at him, except you’re sporting a more mischievous look.
"I'm not taking you to the hospital if you break your neck." his grumbles are met with loud smacks as you pucker your lips at him, to which he rolls his eyes.
the kiss is a little awkward, having to focus on keeping your balance dampens the experience for you by a smidge. his nose digs into your cheek and your chin is too close to his eye for comfort.
you grow to like it when he loosens up, your lips are so soft that he instinctively nibbles on them and draws out a hushed sigh from you.
gravity might be working differently against both of you, but it helps pull you in closer. there's a pleasantly sweet clash from the ice cream you both indulged in an hour prior.
Katsuki’s hold on you keeps you grounded as he grudgingly pulls away, breathless from having been lost in the moment.
"I knew you'd be into something nerdy like that," you smile triumphantly up at the blushing blonde, who wordlessly glares in return, "a total win in my book."
he snuffs out your light-hearted teasing with another kiss.
