“You know, green is my favorite color on you.” Pietro said, coming up behind you during the Avengers meeting, interrupting it entirely.
“You said blue was my favorite yesterday, you flirt.” You commented, looking over at the annoyed Tony and rolled your eyes. “You’re late.”
“Perfection takes time. I never want someone like you to see me at less than my best.” Pietro winked. He nudged Wanda, who was sitting beside you, out of the way, flashed to the other side of the room and then was back with another chair, fitting snugly between his two favorite people. “And you do look great in blue.”
“Can we get back to what we were talking about, please?” Tony asked, exasperated.
“Sure.” Pietro smiled, leaning back in the chair. “I think green brings out the color of y/n’s eyes better but blue is my color so obviously I like that-” He droned on.
“I was hoping this would stop when I finally accepted the date.” You laughed in Tony’s direction.
“Can we just kick him out of the Avengers or what?” Clint muttered.
– Wants to make sure your wedding is perfect, same with the honeymoon and wedding night.
– Gives you the wedding of your dreams, whether it is simple, eloping, or extremely expensive. Michael will find a way. Same with your engagement ring.
– If you have no ring preference, he designs one with a jeweler, or travels to get an exotic stone he can add to your wedding band. Your favorite color.
– He has a lot of rings but his wedding band is his absolute favorite.
– Can’t stop staring at his ring or at you after you’re engaged and married.
– He doesn’t fuck you on your wedding night. He makes love to you. He wants to worship his new bride, or his new hubby.
– You surprise him by bringing him a specialized dagger to anoint you with in a blood ritual on your wedding night.
– He becomes obsessed with the idea of starting a family with you.
– Constantly calls his bride or groom Mrs. or Mr. Langdon.
– During your vows at the ceremony he cries and thumbs your tears away. He promises you that he will give you everything you want in life and provide you with all you need and more.
– Likes to flash and show off his wedding band, letting the world know he’s spoken for.
– The proposal is straight forward, intense and romantic. You cry, he wipes your tears away and cradles your face. You’re the only one who is worthy to be his equal, but yet you’re better in his eyes. He’s never felt this way before and cannot imagine his life with you. He had been waiting for you, a bigger purpose.
There’s candles, Michael giving you this long speech. After you say yes, he fucks you hard, then he fucks you slow and deep.
A soft groan of disapproval was heard as a (h/c) haired female yawned, just barely waking up. With her hair tangled and messed up, drool on the corner of her lips and half opened eyes, the teen huffed as she looked at the clock besides her.
8:30 am
Who the hell wants to be up this early on a Saturday? The fuck?
She thought as she let herself drop back onto the lush blankets and rather comforting mattress of her queen sized bed. A sigh of content went past her lips as she smiled.
That was until she felt a rather unpleasant feeling of something oozing out of her. Her eyes widened as she knew exactly what it was. Sitting back up and throwing herself off of bed, she ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, a string of cuss words following behind afterwards.
It’s most definitely going to be a shitty week. I just know it.
A small whimper of pain slipped through the girl’s lips as she pressed them tightly together in order to keep any other sounds of pain quiet. Her eyes were shut as her breathing was quiet yet labored but somehow no one knew except for one person.
Hugging herself, the (e/c) eyed girl looked at the clock that was hung up above the board and mental yelled in dismay. She still had a couple hours of class left.
A piercing pain seared through her as she gasped softly and clutched her stomach, laying her head against the cool surface of the desk. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes as she wanted the pain to go away yet it was mocking her, stabbing her.
I hate periods
This was most definitely heard by the one and only Saiki Kusuo. As a psychic, he heard everything from the girl, also known as his so called “best friend” so seeing the situation she was in he felt somewhat bad for the girl.
Before long she couldn’t take so she stood up, rather abruptly as well, disrupting the class as she gave her teacher a look that said it all.
With a nod of approval, the girl quickly collected her belongings and walked out the class, to the nurses office.
It was empty per usual and the girl didn’t care at the moment since she stormed to the cabinet and rummaged through it, looking for pain killers or heat packs if the school had any. And to her avail, they didn’t.
“Oh great.” She murmured as the pain came back and she placed her hands over her stomach as if it would ease the pain. She hobbled over to one of the stiff beds and laid down, not before placing her bag in the floor besides the bed.
Silence at least until the girl hissed in pain. She curled up in the fetus position and simply laid there. Slowly yet painfully she began to feel her eyes droop and it wasn’t long till she fell asleep.
She slept for a while and resumed sleeping even after the bell rang for lunch, she still was happily sleeping.
Seeing her sleeping form had nearly brought a smile to his face as he walked into the infirmary. The girl of his interest hummed in her sleep as she shifted to her side giving the pink haired male a better view of the girl’s peaceful face.
A soft sigh came from the male’s parted lips as he took a seat at the edge of the cot, gently placing a hand on the girl’s cheek. He softly rubbed his thumb on her lower lip and leaned in, pressing just the gentlest and softest kiss ever.
Once he pulled away, the female who was asleep began to stir. Her eyes cracked open just a bit which caused her surroundings to look blurry.
Seeing a mass of pink in front of her, the girl groaned as she propped herself up with her elbows and slowly began to adjust to being awake, though her awakening it wasn’t cause of the kiss.
“Kusuo?” She asked, her voice somewhat hoarse due to just waking up.
The psychic nodded as he brushed a few of the stray strands of hair that kept falling in front of her (e/c) eyes. A small smile made its way up to the girl’s lips as she let him do so, enjoying his gentle touch. A small hum of content escaped her mouth as she closed her eyes.
And the two stayed like that. The girl’s smile caused the psychic himself to smile back at her. And those smiles always made the (h/c)-nette feel accomplished since getting Saiki to smile was almost next to impossible.
Just as she was getting comfortable, she suddenly felt the same pain from before. Her eyes widened as she placed a hand on her stomach. She looked away from the pink haired male and sucked in her breath, she didn’t want to worry him yet due to the male being a psychic, he knew she was pain.
So what he did was lay down besides the girl.
“Kusuo? What are you–”
She was cut off by the male who then wrapped an arm around her and raised her shirt up to expose her stomach. These actions made the girl blush madly as no words could be said. Feeling his warm hand rub circles in her stomach was too much for her.
Sure she had feelings for her best friend and she wondered how it’d be like if she was with him but this, it was as if one of her fantasies came true. Not that she minded it though.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm her heart that was beating way to fast. She soon began to relax and not much longer she squirmed closer to the male.
The pain of the cramp slowly began to go away from the soft and gentle caressing from Saiki and his warm and surprisingly soft hands.
“Do you feel any better (Y/n)?” He asked.
Hearing him the girl meekly nodded and moved her hands on top of Saiki’s.
This guy I swear. You’re making my heart burst.
She had thought as she suddenly heard a soft lullaby. It was calm and soothing yet despite trying to stay up, she fell back asleep in the arms of Kusuo.
The psychic couldn’t help himself, the one person he found tolerable and called a friend was in his grasp, asleep. Peacefully and with a smile. He nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck and softly sighed as he enjoyed the fruity smell of (Y/n)’s hair.
☾ Mod Lunaire here with the very rare occasion of busting into Soleil’s STARISH territory (with her permission) to answer this ask bc I actually grew up HoH!!
(Though not full deaf and I’ve been out of the community since I was about 14 so sorry I’m rusty but eeee I perked up like a dog at this ask bc I’m a l w a y s thinking about deaf/HoH MCs).
Also, you’re right!! Although I will say, there’s a surprisingly whispery edge to his voice, like you’re both in on a secret, or he’s conspiring with you about something. Very enveloping, gentle, and warm….
(Disclaimer, Lunaire is British so BSL is her first port of call but she did try real hard with her minimal knowledge of ASL and an ASL dictionary to make this semi-universal lmao).
Also Mod Soleil absolutely is going to draw somthing for this in a bit so keep an eye out!!
Ren Headcanons wth a Deaf S/O.
-Ren is many things, one of those is expressive. You can read his feelings from his face like a book and he relishes that the two of you can have entire secret conversation entirely non-verbally thanks to this.
– Can you read lips? He always makes sure you’re able to see his clearly, moving microphones just so and angling himself just right regardless of the situation. Interview, TV Appearance, casual hangout.
– Can you not read lips? Good job the moment he realised he was catching feelings for you he swallowed his pride and asked Masato to help him learn to sign. He’s not a terribly fast signer, but he’s understandable and despite the effort he’s making he treats it as a non-issue. After all, why shouldn’t he learn?
– Absolutely one of the first things he learns to sign is something about how he was always good with his hands (wink wink). You smack his arm playfully and watch him laugh.
– Your hands though….you move so fluidly through your speech that he tends to get mesmerised. The expressions you make along with the signing often makes him feel like he’s being drawn completely into the world of whatever story you’re regaling him with. Be prepared to repeat yourself a few times! He doesn’t want you to go slower though, he wants to be able to understand you at your pace.
– Speak? With or without impediment he can pick your voice out of any murmuring hubbub. It literally doesn’t matter. You genuinely wonder if he has super hearing a few times, but it’s just that he’s so attuned to you and always on the hunt for your voice.
– His sign name for you is absolutely Prince/ss, other hand over his heart.
– And he absolutely drops that in to any given appearance. No-one knows….except the two of you. You blush every fucking time becauses jesus fucking christ, Ren.
– He hums for you. Grasps your hands, kisses your fingers and sets your fingers on his throat, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand, foreheads touching. He also pulls this move when he wants to murmur affectionate nonsense, Darling and My Love rumbling under your fingertips.
– I’m torn between your sign name for him being Rose or Handsome (or both, mixed lmao), but your other hand over your heart while you sign it.
– I Love You signs pressed together when you greet one another, hello I die. (this one’s more specifically ASL since BSL’s involves both hands but a lot of BSL users in my experience know the ASL one too so I feel I can put it here ajskhdsajk)
SOOO this was supposed to be for day 8 of the bnha halloween challenge blog aaand i didn’t finish it on time kfhsf BUT i figured I’d post it anyways! Enjoy!
While this may have been something an average member of society dreaded, Shoto never really minded coming home to a quiet home. It generally meant that you were cozy and fast asleep in you shared bed and that he was finally able to rest and relax if only for a few hours before he got up early again the next day and repeated the cycle he had trained so hard to be a part of.
Still, even though he loved his work as a hero, when there were days like today where he was left sore all over and he wanted nothing more than to lay down in bed and never get up, he wished he could take a long, long vacation. He wished he could wake up at a normal time with you, maybe make you breakfast, and then bid you with a short and sweet farewell kiss before going off to do whatever he had planned. If anything he would settle with just holding you close, but this time around it didn’t seem like he’d have to wait to have free time to do so as when he walked past the living room to go get ready to join you in bed, he instead found you curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped tightly around your figure. For a moment he just stopped and stared, partially because he couldn’t figure out why you’d sleep on the couch, and the other part of him just taking in the sight. He had learned to never take his time with you for granted, even if that meant just taking in your gorgeous features that were just as radiant when you were asleep.
Once his moment was over, however, he made his way around the couch before leaning over to place a soft kiss against your temple, gently shaking your shoulder as he called out your name.
“Hm?” You said with a sharp inhale of breath upon being woken from your sleep, only to smile in return to the gentle and slightly concerned look you got from your fiance.
“Hey, welcome home.” You continued, letting out a soft yawn as you reached out to wrap your hands around his neck while he was still bent over, giving him a few quick kisses trailing from his cheek and ending on his lips before leaning back and cradling his cheek in your palm.
“Thanks..” He muttered, already feeling the stress of his prior day slowly begin to melt from his skin now that he was within your grasp. “Why are you sleeping out here?”
“Mmm,” You hummed, taking a moment to stretch, “I dunno, I don’t think I was planning to. You just got home, yeah?”
He nodded, taking the hint you gave of moving over a bit and seating himself down beside you. He was tired and cold due to the cool fall crispness that wasted no time nipping at his exposed cheeks that were still a bit red even now that he was inside. Of course he could have easily solved the problem using his quirk, but being warmed up by your comfort was always so much nicer and did wonders with relieving both his physical and mental stress. When he noticed you raise an eyebrow, however, he realized his mind had wandered off a bit without him answering before he quickly did so.
“Yeah, I did. It’s already started to get pretty cold at night, make sure y-”
“Oh so you are cold! I wasn’t sure if maybe you just overexerted yourself.” You said, perking up a bit as your grogginess slowly faded while you teasingly pinched the naturally colder of his two cheeks before standing up. “I’ll make you some hot cider, it’s spiced!~ I just bought it today.”
Your ability to wake up in a snap just like that never ceased to amaze him as he was one who actually took quite some time just to prepare himself to get out of bed, but before he could comment you were already up and making your way to the kitchen.
“It’s really fine.” He muttered, standing up after you and looking to the small clock that hung from your kitchen wall. “It’s late, you should get back to sleep.”
“I will! It’ll only take a few minutes Shoto, I’m really thirsty now that I think about it anyways.” You said, pulling the jug of fresh cider from the refrigerator and pouring it into two mugs before popping them both into the microwave.
If he were more awake he would have insisted, but if you said it was fine he wasn’t going to pester you about it. With a small sigh he leaned up against the counter beside you, tired eyes watching your figure as you leaned over to stare into the humming microwave. He couldn’t help the small smile that broke his exhausted facade upon only just now realizing the loose t-shirt of his that hung from your sloped shoulders and when you turned to face him his smile only grew.
“Long day?” You asked, closing the distance between the two of you and leaning up against his chest with your arms wrapped around him.
“Yeah. You?”
“Eh, it is how it is, y’know?” You shrugged, tugging yourself closer to him and resting your head against his chest, smiling at the sound of the soft thump of his heart as he returned the favor and wrapped his arms around you, holding you as if he were afraid to let go as he buried his nose into the crown of your head.
It felt like the two of you spent forever just holding one another, and you were a bit sad when you had to let go at the sharp sound of the microwave going off. While the apartment you were currently in was where you lived, you could truly say that he was your home and hopefully always would be. He was always there to hold you and protect you when you needed it and he allowed you to do the same for him no matter what. Your love from him burned almost as much as that clumsy first sip of hot cider you took, but the comforting and deep kiss he gave you to soothe the sting reminded you that his love towards you was just the same, letting you know that you didn’t even have to ‘hope’ that his love for you would always be there, because when you were with him like this, cozy and buzzing with affection, you knew it always would be.
artist bakugou gets given a crappy slab of stone that everyone says can’t be used for anything, so out of spite he uses it to carve the most amazing statue he possibly can. unfortunately as he slaves away over his work, he finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with his beautiful stone man…….
PART TWO
Once again I was given permission to write a little blurb from this by @renarenar.
Heads up – this was done independently from the artist. It’s just such a
beautiful idea and I’ve got some… thoughts on it. Cuz y’know me. So
I’ve obviously taken some liberties already, using black marble instead of white due to the obvious distaste that Kirishima has for his hair. Also might be throwing in some enchanted elements in here? Wiki says it’s popular now, but I’m sure at first it was not. And y’know. Whatever. I’m just winging it. Fiction.
It was dark. Everything was dark. It had always been dark as far as could be remembered. Since the beginning, since the creation and beginning. It hadn’t been cold and empty back then. Not when Mother had been there. It had been dark, but warm and full of life and love. But then she had left and they had been alone. So alone. For so long.
Somehow that changed. A small part had been broken off, just a tiny little piece cracked away. It hadn’t hurt, it had been… different. New. It had been broken and crumbled and then it was no longer who they were anymore. It wasn’t where it used to be. Everything was different. The others were gone; the others it was created with were gone. But they had been gone long before. Instead there was a softness that had taken their place. And a jagged sharpness that bit at it, and a grating rough that sanded over it. Waking it. Every caress from the warmth calling it from its slumber. A voice soon vibrated through it its core, and it found a comfort in the sensation. In the things it sang and talked about.
It wasn’t like the old vibrations that were in formal chants and phrases; worshiping Mother. They were intimate noises. Soft sometimes, angry and loud and passionate others. It could feel them down at its core, feeding it in ways the old vibrations never did; teaching it like the others never did.
“What are you?” The vibration asked one day, sharp biting chipping away at its form. “What are you that you have this hold of me?” The biting stopped, the warmth returning soft and delicate rubbing along a gentle ridge. “Are you enchanted like they said?” Something softer, wet, touched it gently. “God what the fuck am I doing?” A harsh boom wheezed and the rough grain returned viciously, slowed, hesitated. “Right here…” The soft warmth returned. “Right here is your scar…” soft and gentle trailing down. “Right over your eye. How did you get that?”
It didn’t know. It didn’t know but it wanted to know. It wanted to feel that warmth again. It wanted to feel the soft wet gentleness. It wanted to hear the sharp hard boom of the vibrations.
Mother, what is this? But Mother wouldn’t answer. Mother had stopped existing long ago when people had stopped coming to her. The last of her worshipers having died.
Goddesses couldn’t exist without someone who believed in them.
“What color would your eyes be?” The vibrations ran along it, into it. It wanted to open up and absorb them, engulf them, wrap the source of the warmth into its core and let it make it feel this way forever.
Could I do that? It wondered as a soft scraping began. Could I feel like this forever?
“Red.” The vibration decided, deep and soft. Warmth brushing at it again where the scraping had been. “Amazing, look at your composition. God what idiots to give something this incredible to me. You’re beautiful. Look at you, my Oni.”
It didn’t understand all the vibrations, but it understood the intent. ‘My Oni’. It felt itself pulsate with something old, something dormant, something magic. It liked that. Is that what I am? Oni?
The vibrations ceased to a deep gasp. Something harsh and grating, a howl, more loud noises.
“Wh-what the fuck was that?!”
What?! What was that?!
“D-did… did you just… did you just glow?”
For a moment all was still. Mother, did I?
Night had somehow over taken him again in his muse inspired madness; his oni was beautiful. Muscular and human, dark and foreign, familiar and enchanting and glimmering and alive- Bakugou took a step back, shaking his head. Maybe his mom was right, maybe he was become too obsessed. Lately he’d been dreaming about him, about his oni. About the oni.
About that night. The night all the red veins had pulsated like a heartbeat. About the sculpture coming alive and returning the obsessive passion with which Bakugou had found himself so dedicated. He stepped back, both eyes nearly done. The red glimmering mineral reflecting the low glow of the lamplight so perfectly it was as though it were watching him.
“God you’re beautiful. Perfect red irises…” He whispered, fingers reaching out, tracing an unfinished forearm partially risen in greeting.
Truly this sculpture was nothing like the others; the kind face, the smile tucking into the corners of full lips, non-intimidating razor teeth barely visible, broad scarred shoulders wrapped delicately in gossamer and silk that cascaded down a perfectly sculpted body that was broader and wider and taller than Bakugou’s could ever hope to be. Each vein, each muscle, each hair perfectly molded. Even going so far as to add pores to the texture of the skin. Never had he been a man of such fine detail, never had he focused on making something so beautiful. Never had he made a piece of work that he had been able to admit he had loved.
But here they were, unfinished and obsessed.
In love. Confessing his worries and thoughts and hopes and dreams to a slab of marble that had been deemed unworthy of his peers. Long forgotten was the inadequate wax figurine, melted down for the next project. It wasn’t needed. Bakugou had never used it as his reference, it was as though the marble had used him,guided him.
This is my shape. It told him. Let me use you to set me free.
And so he did. He could feel it flowing through him sometimes, when the light hit it just right and the black sucked him in and the red veins glimmered and the white scars looked like flesh wounds. He could feel the spirit within the marble talking to him, communicating to him. He could feel it brushing against his soul, consuming his emotions. He was embarrassed to admit that he had often imagined it’s form when he-
He closed his eyes, lowering his sandpaper and gathering his thoughts. He was here to sculpt; not let his dick run away with him. Not right now. He was only a few days from being done. He needed to finish this. He could finish this. He had to.
He wasn’t sure why…
It could see? It could see! It’s vision was limited, but it could see. There was no more darkness, no more loneliness. Now there was a face to the vibrations, to the voice. A beautiful red eyed blond haired artist.
Bakugou. The one who had given it shape. The one who had found its body underneath its form. The one who had continued the work that should have happened if Mother had continued her reign as Goddesses should do.
And it loved this Bakugou. It loved these tender touched, these soft wet things it sometimes did when it pressed its mouth softly to an area it had finished before moving to the next. It loved how Bakugou rarely blinked. It loved how Bakugou forgot to eat. It loved how Bakugou wiped the dark dust of its flesh across his own. He loved that the red pulsing of his core across his surface didn’t make his form giver run in fear as it would have in the past.
It loved its Bakugou. It wanted its Bakugou.
Mother… I want to be alive with my Bakugou. I love him.
“Done.” Bakugou threw himself into his chair. “I’m… I’m done.” And he was.
Finally. After months of painstaking, slaving labor. Chiseling and polishing and drilling and waxing each inch of his sculpture by hand he had finally finished his Oni. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head.
“You’re perfect.” He whispered.
“If you love it so much, marry it.” His peer teased.
“Fuckin would if I could.” He snapped, not taking his gaze from his masterpiece, voice lowered as he locked gazes with the slab of marble that he knew was enchanted. “I would if I could.”
“What the ever loving fuck-?” Bakugou couldn’t believe it.
His eyes darted over the class room, back to the pile of rubble that had been his statue, his beautiful creation. His obsession. His masterpiece. His unhealthy compulsion for months.
“Who-?” His eyes landed on the apron covered in black dust, the mallet tucked into the pocket. The student who wouldn’t stop giving him shit. “You… You-”
The kid spun, grinned wicked and shrugged. “It was an accident.” He sniffed. “It was shitty marble anyway.”
“I’ll kill you.” Bakugou’s voice wasn’t more than a whisper as he strode forward, the others frozen in fear, “I’ll kill you-”
“Students!” Toshinori’s voice rose above the din. “What happened?”
It hurt. What ever was going on, It wasn’t Bakugou. It pounded at him without the gentle care or loving caresses. He felt himself begin to shatter under the pressure.
Mother! He cried out, his core withering as another blow took out his arm. Mother, please, please! Why…? Why?
“I’m sorry for your sculpture, Young Bakugou.” Toshinori mourned beside his student after class. “I know it meant a lot to you. It was the most beautiful piece of work I’d ever seen come out of these class room, my own art included.”
“I just…” Bakugou bit at his lip, fists curled. “I don’t understand. How did I become so-?”
“Remember how I told you it was enchanted?”
Bakugou wiped at his nose, turning his face away to hide his emotion, nodding.
“I’d like to introduce you to someone I found in the garden this morning…”
He was cold. He’d never experienced that before. He had hair, he ran his hands through it. It was black and long. His skin was darker than Bakugou’s. He frowned. He wanted to look just like Bakugou. He flexed his hands. They were strong and large. And warm.
He was wearing clothes and they felt… they felt soft and stiff at the same time. He looked in the mirror again. He still had that scar over his eye. He liked that. He had the smile tucked into the corners of his mouth. He liked that too. His teeth were sharp. He didn’t know how he felt about that. He moved closer to the mirror when the door opened.
“Bakugou!”
“M-my oni-?”
“Kirishima.” He corrected, pulling his form giver into his arms. “I want to be closer.” He whispered, unaware of the discomfort in the room, pulling back just enough to allow his lips to fall onto the ones that would caress every part of his form that had been finished and good.
Marking him loved and complete. Bringing him to life.
•Uta isn’t the type to keep his secret from a s/o. He has to tell them. It’s annoying trying to hide it. He doesn’t see the point in hiding who he is, and once his s/o accepts that he’s a ghoul and that he has some scary habits that are necessary to keep him alive, he feels much more comfortable
•And it has to be a relationship, not a lax, uncertain, friends with benefits thing. Nothing like that at all. Uta doesn’t seem like the type, at least not when it comes to a human s/o. If he’s going to be with a human, it has to be a serious commitment
•He’s very gentle and attentive with his human s/o. He knows how large the margin is between ghoul and human, so he takes precautions where precautions need to be taken
•He’s not going to coddle them to the point that it’s annoying though. He actually treats them as an equal, as untrue as that may be in reality
•They could possibly live together? But possibly not. Being in a relationship with a ghoul is one thing, but living with them is another. It works for some ghoul/human couples. It may not work for Uta. He can’t pretend to be a good, human, cohabbing boyfriend, so them living separately and doing their own thing is for the best
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