My Mexican Part Had The URGENCY To Make This Edition

Can you make a Henderson fem! Reader x Eddie Munson where ready is in hellfire club to pick up Dustin and as she waiting in the background for their campaign to be over and in the middle of the campaign reader starts to hum one of Corroded Coffin and he is caught off guard

Hot Sister

GENRE: fluff

You really didn't feel like driving home just to come back and pick dustin up, so you decided to stay and watch while Dustin's D&D club played.

They had broken for discussion and the room was now quiet, quiet enough for Eddie to hear you humming the guitar riff of his song from Corroded Coffin.

"Henderson!" Eddie yells to Dustin with wide eyes and a bright smile.

"Why didn't you tell me your hot sister knew my music?" Your face felt warm at his description of you, and considering you had a crush on him and were a fan of him you felt very on the spot.

Dustin's face contorts in disgust.

"She asked and went to your show. And don't call my sister hot!"

Excited, Eddie looks over to you who was feeling very shy amidst all this.

"Last Saturday?" He asks and points his finger at you. You grin and nod your head slowly. He claps his hands together and pumps his fist in the air.

"Dude! I cant believe your hot sister went to my show and you didn't tell me!" He starts to scold Dustin.

"Stop saying that!" Dustin yells back to him. All you can do is smile as Eddie walks over.

"Sorry I didn't see you there, doll. Don't know how I could miss you." He says genuinely.

"I was sat in the back, didn't want to embarrass myself." You chuckle and cross your legs.

"Nahhh, embarrass how? Would've loved to see Henderson's hot sister at my show." Dustin groans in the background and you just giggle and hide your face. He lightly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand down, making eye contact with you. It felt like you could stare into those dark eyes of his forever, just swimming in the abyss.

"We have another show tomorrow. Be there?"

"Be there." You confirm with a smile that he returns eagerly before thanking Dustin for having you as a sister.

> bakugou x gn reader, word vomit

I'm at school rn and thought of something

Imagine you got a free period and you're just hanging out in class. You're sitting on a table and katsuki is sitting between your legs on his chair. Like his back is turned to you and his head is resting against your stomach. Andd he threw his arms over your legs to get comfortable.

Imagine you're talking to kirishima or maybe sero and he's just chilling there. Like you're playing with his hair and he lets you since he enjoys any affection.

And Mina sees you from across the room so she walks over to you and says something like "Some one's comfortable~" in a teasing tone.

And bakugou who's too comfortable to get angry so he just flips her off and answers with something like "You wish you were me" with a smug smile on his face.

Also imagine he gets bored so he looks up at you with a pout you would've called it cute but he would've killed you so you don't and you just look down and smile "comfortable?" you tease and he nods.

I'd really like that

Masterlist

No one should have allowed to find this picture of Con...

Izzy trying to seduce Ed

Izzy is all of us

Where is Izzy ?

Singing in the rain looks different

La la land is my favorite movie

Izzy doing his grande finale

Saturday night fever

Little memory from Izzy's travel at Pise

The best scene

AO3 is down (again)

and people are hilarious (again)

In the Margins | K.Bakugou

Katsuki tries to be subtle about how much he likes you. He really, really does. There’s no explanation as to why, it’s just how he is. 

When surrounded by reporters, he glares and does his best not to respond. After all, no answer is less satisfactory than a string of insults when his hostilities are still an interesting headline. When someone asks him if it’s true that he has a romantic interest, that’s the only time his eyes widen in surprise. They still don’t get an answer as his PR specialist doesn’t give him time to respond, but given a moment longer the latest headliner would’ve been about his relationship with you— Or at the very least, a blurry paparazzi photo collage of the two of you, and a single photo of his particularly annoyed expression, captioned: “Dynamight reacts to dating claims!” 

He doesn’t really talk about you with his friends, but it becomes a running joke that to get his attention they should call your name. They sit together at a restaurant, Katsuki in the seat furthest from the action. No matter the topic of conversation, nothing seems to elicit an exciting response from him (if you don’t count the angry fist-slam on the counter when he commands Denki to stop stealing his fries). But when Kirishima turns to the entry and says, “Hey, it’s Y/N!”, he jolts to attention, swiveling in his chair and looking to the doorway, only to find that no one is there. The boys holler and laugh, calling him loverboy and the like, saying how pleased you would’ve been to see it. Katsuki fumes. He’s glad that he’s known for being angry. It masks how much he wishes that you had actually walked through that door. 

He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself when left alone in your presence. He wants to look at you, but when you make eye contact with him, he glares. When you talk to him, he scoffs a nonchalant response. But his body language can’t feign interest: he turns in your direction even when unspoken to, his voice deepens and his fingers drum nervously in his lap when you’re around. Even if he chooses to keep his distance, his thoughts keep you near. This much he can’t deny, and when you ask him on a date one night, he finds that he can’t deny you either. 

Things are different when he’s by himself entirely. He thinks about how nice your hair looked or how the dress you wore to dinner suited you. He prepares lunch for tomorrow, two servings: one for himself, and the other he will give to you, claiming they are leftovers. He rereads the texts you’ve sent him and looks for deeper meaning, but doubts there actually is any. It doesn’t stop him from smiling when he receives a goodnight message from you though. 

He doesn’t let you know everything. But he does let you know some things, to be extrapolated from there. If he recognizes that you wore lipstick he makes no comment, if he notices the way you sit closely he doesn’t move. He won’t tell you that he thinks red looks stunning on you, or that he likes it when your knees bump his. But he memorizes the shape of your lips as you speak, tracing the curve of your smile to find later in his dreams. 

When he finally tells you he loves you, you know he means it. Bakugou Katsuki is nothing if not true to himself.

He may never be an open book for you, aside from his rare outward confessions. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be read. Flitting fingers on the back of your hand, a palm placed softly on your waist, warm meals, perfected drink orders and flowers on your doorstep without a card, only his name. He walks you home even when it’s inconvenient, takes the last train home to stay later with you, and runs through the rain to give you his spare umbrella, complaining about how wet his socks are only once you’re out of earshot. His rough hands learn to be gentle, and though he doesn’t whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his kisses linger on your hands, your lips, your neck. 

His gestures are humble but he makes them feel extravagant. It’s the same when he gets down on one knee in your shared bedroom, presenting a ring that only has one meaning; when he smiles softly as you walk down the aisle, wearing a dress you had talked about but he’d never seen; when he comes home to you every night, spending a few extra minutes in bed when morning comes; when he feels age in his bones but stays youthful with you.  

Bakugou Katsuki’s love is of the subtle variety: no bold text or pretty font, looping in and around a perfectly crafted story. But it’s written in the margins, permanent marker bleeding through the pages: There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be with you. 

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A/N: Let’s just call this one a tribute to my 1 year blog anniversary, a reiteration of how I view love, the core of every work I’ve written so far— I will indulge in it over and over again.

Date posted: 3/10/23

yeah

matt murdock fic recs

when i tell you i had to travel the depths of hell and SCRAPED the bottom of that goddamn barrel for these fics,, but anyways i promised a matt fic rec so it shall be delivered!

key — angst ☹ — fluff ☺ — favorites ♡

last updated (12/1/2022) these stories belong to their respective owners, definitely check out their blogs!

appreciation ( ☺ ♡) by @pastafossa ↪  big tiddie matty, LMAO me acting as if i wouldn’t do the same

of muffins, coffee and other miracles | 2 |  ( ☹ ☺ ♡)  by @anika-ann ↪  you have a crush on matt and send him muffins, i LOVED this one, so sweet

listening in  ( ☹ ☺) by @certifiedskywalker ↪  legit the first matt murdock fic i read, matt listens to your steady heartbeat in the course of your relationship

isolation  ( ☹ ) by @sunflowervanya ↪  matt loses another sense and he fears he might not be able to love you, ohhh so angsty

man in a red suit  (☺) by @twistnet​ ↪  matt stumbles into the wrong apartment

when the lights are off  ( ☹ ☺) by @trashmagines​ ↪  you meet matt in church, taking care of him uwu

clean up  ( ☹ ☺) by @bowieandqueen11​ ↪  conversations and wound healings, adorable but a tad bit angsty

moving in  ( ☹ ☺) by @darling-i-read-it​ ↪  he convinces you to move in bc he’s a worrywart, actually this was kinda angsty but very sweet too!

i love you  (☺) by @prince-septimus​ ↪  basically an i love you contest with a bucket of wound healing, (guys i think he really likes me 😩🤞 )

i can hear the bells  (☺) by @pastafossa​ ↪  yes i named this one after a hairspray song, your humming makes matt a simp

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WHY DOES SKIP AND LOAFER HAVE TO BE NEWWWWW I WANT MORE NYOWWWWWWWW

I guess my favourite character trope is immortal, queer and not here for your bullshit?

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When you forget about these three so they side-eye you the entire evening.

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