Sorry for the wait on this! Aaaah, I’m so excited to see Tamaki in this week’s episode(!!!) ❤
Tamaki has always had difficulty expressing words properly. It doesn’t mean to say that he hasn’t done it before–he’s said some very sweet and sincere stuff to his friend Mirio, after all–but sometimes nerves just cause him to draw a blank
In this case, however, in which Tamaki wishes to voice his feelings for it, it isn’t necessarily a blank, but rather, Tamaki doesn’t even know where to start. There are so many things he wants to tell you, but every time the two of you spend time alone together or hold hands or catch each other’s eyes from across the room, his mind becomes all sorts of a pleasant fuzzy with a warm sensation blooming in his chest.
Even though the two of you have been together for a while now, it seems like every moment with you is a new beginning with endless possibilities, and his words become a jumbled mess of compliments, gratitude, and innocent desires. They become cute (but to him, personally frustrating) stutters similar to the way his heart leaps against his ribcage.
Nejire is the one who suggests Tamaki use poetry. He decides that it sounds like a good idea; poetry is romantic, and maybe the flow and rhythm of it all will help make the words leave him that much easier.
But all the love poems he can find online don’t fully convey the feelings he feels for and with you, so he makes his own with the help of his friends, and it’s something he’s satisfied with.
When the two of you are finally able to find some time along together, Tamaki shakily takes out a piece of paper from his pocket. He wrote the poem there, hoping that maybe having it on hand will help him with his nerves (it does, tremendously). He understands it might not be as romantic if he were to just read off of it, but he’s more concerned with actually being able to speak. He knows that his sentiment will reach you.
He clears his throat before starting, already messing up and stuttering on the first word. His voice carries in the air, quiet at first but slowly gaining confidence the longer he speaks. Every now and then, he’ll peek up from the sheet in front of him and see you looking at him with a fond and sweet expression on your face, prompting him to stumble on a few letters before bringing his gaze back down, the tips of his ears a reddish hue.
His words are genuine and full of adoration, and when he finally finishes with a huge sigh of relief, you wrap your arms around him, giggling with glee. He returns your embrace with a smile, his feelings finally taken shape.
#34. “I’ll sleep under the sheets, you sleep on top of them.”
This was such a bad idea.
You already knew it was a bad idea when you first thought of it.
But your older sister was getting married and she demanded that you brought a plus one and you might have accidentally told your family that you were dating someone just to get them to shut up. And then your mother couldn’t stop talking about this non-existent partner of yours and she was already planning out your wedding and you just couldn’t disappoint her. So you’d brought up the idea to Jason. You didn’t know why or how but he’d agreed.
And so here you were. In your old bedroom, trying to figure out how you and Jason were supposed to fit on quite possibly the smallest bed ever. Pretending to be dating in front of your family was backfiring already and it was only the first day out of the promised one week. Not to mention, the stupid little crush that you’ve had on Jason for the longest time, the same one you’ve been trying to tamp down, the same one that was being really really annoying. You didn’t know how you were going to get through it, and you sure as hell didn’t know how you weren’t supposed to break before the week was over.
He’d offered to sleep elsewhere but you really weren’t comfortable with the idea of letting a guest do that. Not that you doubted his skills, you were sure he could sleep like in one of the guest rooms and somehow no one will notice. Or he’d leave and come back in the morning or something like that. But you’ve really inconvenienced him enough.
“I’ll sleep under the sheets, you sleep on top of them?” You offered, “Maybe that could work?”
“Sure.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I think I’m gonna take a shower.”
Oh boy. Now you couldn’t get that picture out of your mind, water pouring over his muscles, rippling as he moved, quiet little noises of satisfaction as the water slid down his skin. Oh boy.
You were lost at sea. One minute your little boat just started going down and you were left desperately clinging to an orange emergency raft. For several long days you baked in the sun and shivered yourself to sleep at night. On the third morning you drank the last of the fresh water you had; that’s when you saw the fin. For several hours it circled your boat giving a curious nudge here or there.
Suddenly you heard a splash and the raft rocked violently; you were pretty sure this was the end. “Hey. You still alive?” Your eyes snapped open. Resting their arms on the edge of your raft was probably the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. She proceeded to poke you with a bit of wood. You jerked back rapidly and she let out a surprised yelp before disappearing back beneath the waves. You figured dehydration was setting in already.
She popped up again on the other side of the raft. “So, you are alive. Cool. Uhm favor to ask. Can I have your orange floaty?” She cocked her head quizically and set a webbed hand on the raft, her dark eyes peering into you. You told her that this ‘floaty’ was the only thing keeping you from drowning. This got her to turn her head again sending her dark hair cascading onto her shoulders. “Well just swim you goof.”
It was then that she bent her body upwards showing off the large muscular body of a shark. You explained that all you had were two wimpy fins that would give out after awhile. “So lemme get this straight, you can’t give me this…” she longingly gazed at the raft “because you can’t swim?” You nodded. Suddenly she burst out laughing showing off rows of sharp teeth inside her mouth. “Ohohoho that’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard. Oh wow… ok. Hey, here’s a deal for ya. I’ll get you back to land and you give me this.” Sounds like a fair deal to you.
With that she grabbed several of the ropes attached to the raft and looked back at you, a smug grin on her face. “I’m Isury by the way, so… where to non-swimmer?” She was incredibly strong and pulled you and the raft through the water with ease. If you had to describe the experience you’d liken it to a speedboat.
Within the day you were within sight of shore. The sun was beginning to set as you were clambering onto an empty stretch of beach. You walked over to a dock where Isury was waiting for you. “Alrighty non-swimmer. Happy currents. Oh by the way…” she opened her mouth and plucked a loose tooth and tossed it your way. “Keep that to remember me by, and hey, maybe I’ll see you and those cute little useless fins again.” She gave you a wink, and with your deflated raft under her arm, slipped beneath the surface.
Little did you know you’d be seeing Isury again very soon…. to be continued???
I’ve been thinking about mersharks a lot so I wrote a thing 😎👍as always feedback welcome!
It was in a rare moment of vulnerability that Loki pleaded you to not leave. “Never leave me, please, never leave.” His eyes were so desperate and you almost wanted to cry when you saw him beg.
Loki was never one to beg or ask for something; he was never one to show his emotions to plainly… but with you, he was different. He trusted you. He could confide in you his worst fears and his plans. You just never realised how badly he needed you.
As though reading your thoughts, he shifted to turn to you fully, “You have no idea how much I need you.” His words were soft but, oh, so honest.
Dumbly, you nodded, feeling a lump in your throat. You grabbed him by the shoulders and enveloped his coldness in your warmth. He repeated the phrase again, muffled by your shoulder.
“I won’t,” you told him strongly, “I will never leave you.”
He’s kind of a hopeless romantic, but in a cheesy “Shakesperean tragedy” kind of way.
Will absolutely quote Edgar Allen Poe in an attempt to woo somebody.
Acts like an edgelord but is actually a total softy.
He likes to play “hide and seek” and scare/surprise his s/o by jumping out of darkness with his quirk. Usually will make up for it with kisses.
Kind of insecure/jealous, especially when people point out how different he is from his sweet/cute s/o. Needs affirmation and affection and is basically a puppy.
Good at cuddling but he snores.
For the anon who asked about Kuroiro! Sorry it’s short… I’ll try and do more if/when we learn more about him!
Shinso always saw you as you showed yourself, super confident and direct. Watching you in training was always exciting enough to keep him on his toes. And maybe that’s why he was so drawn to you. A confident person to balance out his self doubt.
But when you voiced your self consciousness of being a foreigner, Shinso was almost shocked. Of course there’s always at least one thing someone is insecure about. But being American? Definitely didn’t see that coming.
“… Why’s that?” He asked you after you spoke up about it.
“It’s just sometimes hard to fit in, you know? I don’t have a full grasp on Japanese language yet so I stutter a lot. I left my family so I could come to this hero school. I just… Don’t feel like I’m enough…”
Shinso was almost speechless. He stared at you and simply shook his head. When you gave him a questioning look, he straightened himself out and spoke.
“You being foreign just makes you stronger than you already are.”
“H-Huh?”
“You said it yourself, you left a lot of friends and family to come to this prestige hero school. And guess what, you got in!” He reached out to grab your hands off of your lap, “And so what if you can’t grasp the language? The fact that you’re learning it at all is amazing. So so amazing.” Shinso placed your hands on his cheeks.
“Listen to me. You’re so very strong and I couldn’t ask for a better partner. Thank you for coming to this school. If you didn’t, I may have never met the love of my life…”
You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “That was so cheesy!”
“Aw c’mon. You love it.”
Shoto Todoroki
Ever since the first day you began training with the class, Todoroki was enamored by you. You had such an amazing personality that just screamed hero, and you always fought for what you wanted. He was amazed.
He felt like he found his soulmate with you, and Todoroki couldn’t care less that you were American. He actually found it incredibly interesting.
But, the same couldn’t be said for you. Todoroki had asked you about the topic due to your sour attitude towards the topic of you being foreign. When you told him about it, he wasted no time asking about it.
“What’s the problem?”
“Everything really! From struggling with the language to me leaving just to study abroad, it piles up to me just hating it…”
Todoroki gave a minute to process this before going back in. He leaned forward and looked you straight in the eyes, “I don’t see you as a weak person for being in a new area. In fact, I see you as a strong and brave person for even being here. You took a leap and you stuck the landing. Perhaps with a bit of a fumble, but you’ll recover. And you’ll be an amazing hero.”
A smile tugged on your lips, causing Todoroki to give you a small smile in return.
Okay so, I’m totally in love with Shindou after seeing him on the anime (I was dying too hear his voice and see how they’d animate him). I’m so into him that I even started a shortfic for him (the first chapter is 7k+ words LOL). And to write it, I had some headcanons for Shindou including nsfw.
Look at this precious face that I want to kiss and punch at the same time
SFW headcanons
Shindou has a good amount of experience with girls. He went out with lots of them, but at some point, he started to feel bored. The girls were to easy to have and he always made them do everything he wanted
So at this point, Shindou started looking for a valuable girl to be his definitve girlfriend. No more games. No more superficial relationships. He wants to be serious.
Shindou has a soft spot for difficult things, especially girls. The more difficult they are, the more he gests interested
When Shindou wants something, his pride totally disappears. He spares no efforts to get what he wants. When his objective is a person, he prefers a sincere and clear game.
When he’s with his s/o, he prefers to exalt her instead of being exalted.
He likes strong girls that certainly can beat him.
I some way, this comes from the fact that Shindou is a light masochist.
His way to behave, hiding his true personality is a reflect from hard times he had on the past. He was always a intelligent person with a strong Quirk that he couldn’t deal with very well at first. Many times people approached him to take advantage from his intelligence. So, when he started to realize that people were using him, he decided that the best way to solve that it was to start doing the same. That’s how he learned to use his ‘polite and brilliant boy’ mask.
Plus, he suffered a lot with his Quirk during his life, and had a hard time to learn how to control it, use it and deal with the side effects. He took strong medicines for headache for a long period in his life, and still has to use them sometimes.
So, as he didn’t know how to use well his Quirk, people started to look down on him. That was another circunstance that made him become a two-faced person. It was the way he found to protect himself while inside that competitive world of heroes.
Shindou is a extremely affectionate boyfriend. He loves to know that he makes his girlfriend feel good and loved.
He’s always trying to make her laugh. He dies for her smile.
His pickup lines are the most brilliant in the world, and he’ll always use at leats one per day.
He’s a very good and curious learner. And that reflects in relantioships. He’s very good at getting the information he wants. Consequently, he’s good at asking question and sustaining a conversation.
He melts when his girlfriend praises him. He’s ego is off-stage, but it doesn’t means that isn’t big.
NSFW headcanons
As stated before, Shindou is a light masochist. So when his s/o take control of the situation on bed, it really turns him on.
Being tied up is his ultimate fetish
He loves when he starts carressing his s/o’s hot spots and she starts playing hard to get
His favorite position is anyone that his s/o is on the top or setting the pace of things
He loves to go down on her when she’s sitting on his mouth. If his arms are tied up, prepare to have a really turned on Shindou
He loves scratches on his back or chest and bites all over his body, but his favorite are the hair pulls. If his girlfriend simply pulls the hair of his nape, he imediatly turns on.
I love this one. It’s not like I only ever think about hugging those boys. Not at all.
First of all, I feel like I can’t write anything Stucky related without mentioning my lovely friend @barnesrogersvstheworld 💗 Attie is the Stucky Queen. So if you want more Stucky stuff, go check out her blog. She’s amazing.
Both of the boys are affectionate. Let’s be real, they’re both at least a little touch starved. Buck more so than Stevie, but still.
Buck is clingy in the best way. He makes sure he’s touching you or Steve as often as he can – an arm around your waist, a hand on the small of your back, fingers in your hair. Touch helps him. Grounds him. Makes him feel safe in big crowds or loud spaces or if he’s just having a bad day. And that boy loves being the little spoon, no one can convince me otherwise. They are plenty of times he wants to hold you and Steve, but he likes being held more. What a soft boy.
Steve is pretty touchy, too, but less so than Buck. He’s not so open about it, that is. Doesn’t do the PDA thing as much as Bucky does – at least, he doesn’t initiate it. If you or Bucky touch him first while you’re in public, then he’s down. But when it’s just the three of you, he wants to hold both of you. Steve likes that, holding people. It makes him feel like everything he’s gone through is worth it, the serum and all, if he can keep the two of you safe in his arms. He likes when you rest your head in his lap and Bucky leans against his side. He can run his fingers through your hair and get an arm around Buck at the same time, look at both of you whenever he wants. He’s a sap.
Both of them are very physically affectionate. They’re better with physical stuff than words – Bucky just feels bad about expressing his feelings, doesn’t feel like he’s allowed to feel bad after everything he’s done, Steve is just an ass that has some strange aversion to communication. I still love him, though.
They both work on opening up a little more, though, for you. They make sure to tell you how much they care about you every day, say something nice to you every chance they get. After a while, they’re using corny pick up lines and saying dumb, sappy stuff.
Overall, they’re very soft. Very cuddly and sweet and kind. When you’re with them, you’re with two giant puppies. Two giant, dorky, insanely pretty puppies. It’s my dream life, honestly.
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