Honestly, He Would Not Be The One To Confess

👽Please, play with her hair. You seriously won't regret it

👾On calmer more relaxed days, she'll just hang out with you in your dorm💘

👽Mina is a self-care queen with a few self destructive habits✌

👾Reading isn't her favorite activity, but she loves it when*you* read to her😁

👽Have you seen her hair? She's super paranoid about is sometimes but enjoys sleeping with silk bonnets

👾PDA isn't a big deal with her, some casual affection here and there, nothing to spicy😇

👽She's obsessed with making couples tiktoks

👾You date Mina, you basically dating the whole squad🤷

👽She keeps a mini fridge of snacks and drinks in her room

👾She 100% loves teaching you new dances she comes up with💃

👽You got a new hoodie? No no no *She* has a new hoodie😌

AHH I JUST REALISED U MAKE PLAYLISTS ❤️❤️ COULD U DO A TAMAKI PLAYLIST PLS ❤️❤️ THANK U SM ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hey hope you've been having a good week, how would mirko and midnight adjust to living a more normal life with their s/o after they were forced to retire from hero work due to injuries they received. Thanks

(I revived Y/N for Midnights section)

-Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)-

“Get back here” A voice could be heard from inside the apartment as a heavily bandaged hero slowly ran after her cat as the elderly feline dodged her with agility she could only wait to regain.

“Nemuri….” a menacing voice spoke from the shadows as the ex-hero froze in fear “you’re supposed to be in bed” the same voice growled as it inched closer. “But y/nnn” she complained before wincing in pain “that’s what I thought” Y/n huffed before helping her back to her bed throwing a quick glare at Sushi. 

Nemuri couldn’t help but sigh dramatically, “Y/n I’m almost fully healed why do I have to stay in bed” Y/n snorted “You got out of the hospital three days ago” 

Retirement was meant to be relaxing, but poor Nemuri just couldn’t stay still, after so many years in the field the hospital had recommended she go to counseling and pick up a few hobbies while she adjusted to being out of work. She wasn’t wanting for money since she hardly had time to spend what she made as a hero, and her s/o continued working so she couldn’t even find an excuse to get a job. It was nice being able to go to the grocery store or out on dates with her s/o once the masses had adjusted to her retirement. She even got to spend more time with Sushi, a cat that she had adopted from Oboro back in her UA days. It wasn’t the worst thing ever compared to the injuries she sustained knowing she would be feeling the effects of them for the rest of her life.

-Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)-

“So how’s retirement treating you?” The winged hero asked his friend as she sighed setting her game controller down “it’s sooo boring” she whined adjusting her body a little as the bandages began to pull in an awkward position. “At least it’s safe” the blonde smiled as she scowled at him “I don’t want safe I want to be out helping people” she didn’t think it was fair, she was young, only twenty-seven, and already retired because of her injuries. “Why don’t you pick up a hobby?” Y/N asked carrying a tray of snacks towards the two “Like what?” the rabbit-eared woman questioned as her s/o shrugged “anything really, just something you like to do to pass the time”.

Even though she questioned the fairness of her situation, she quickly adjusted to her new routine and even picked up a multitude of hobbies. She started streaming easy home workouts once she healed up and filmed gaming videos that Keigo and Y/N would occasionally guest star in. It gave her a way to continue interacting with fans as well as pass the time whilst her best friend and s/o went to work. She went to counseling for awhile while dealing with the psychological effects that came with being a hero but stopped going eventually as it got easier now only seeing her therapist once a month. She adopted a few rabbits to keep her company since it did get lonely in being alone in the house for hours at a time.

You had wondered why he was spending so much more time in the office.

You almost wished you had minded your own business because nothing could hurt more than the sight in front of you. He hadn’t even spotted you yet, busy paying attention to the blonde under his desk, his secretary you realize. The very woman he had told you not to worry about."We're just coworkers Y/N” he had promised but he was a demon now, his promises meant nothing but stupidly you had hung onto every single one trusting that the love of your life wouldn’t lead you on and lie to you, a mistake on your part you’re now realizing as you watch him with his head tossed back in pleasure a look you knew well. Tears pricked your eyes as your chest felt tight, suffocating almost as you stood there frozen. A sniffle escaping you as you fight off the urge to collapse into a sobbing mess in front of all of his already gossiping coworkers, that sniffle was enough to alert his senses to your presence as he quickly pushed the blonde away, “Y/n what’re you doing here?” he asked shocked as he attempted to straighten out his clothes “I came to bring you lunch but that was clearly a mistake” you spat no longer caring about protecting his public image “Y/n it’s not what it looks like I promise” he swore walking towards you as if you were a hurt animal in need of rescuing “oh so your dick wasn’t just down her throat?” you ask sarcastically knowing good and well that you had caught him, and no matter how much it hurt you had to end things or he would only do it again. “Well, it was but I promise you it didn’t mean anything” he attempted to soothe you but it only made you see red through your tears as people gathered around to watch the spectacle all he did was throw around promises as if they meant anything to you anymore. “Do you think I’m stupid Lucifer? Do you think so lowly of me that you would consider this okay??” You hiccuped trying not to cry in front of him as he quickly shook his head “No of course not my love-” “Don’t call me that” you snapped shoving his lunch into his chest angrily knowing he was much too prideful to defend his actions against you not that it would fix anything cause you both knew, despite everything you’ve been through, that the two of you were over and there was nothing as painful as as the look of regret you could see in his bright red eyes before you turned away. As you walked away, you did so with the knowledge that you would no longer be hanging onto the promises of a man who could so easily betray you for who knows how long while you were waiting for his return.

This is also posted on my Wattpad, I'm not sure how it got 48 reads on there but now it's here

"You really should stop  breaking your bones" Recovery girl scolded a broccoli haired boy as he rested on the clean white hospital bed. For the hundredth time this week.

"I know, I'm just trying to get stronger" he reasoned knowing good and well that he was lying. The truth was....

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He fell madly in love with the hospital bed. Yep. "Ok well, you should be good to go soon" the older lady gave him a gummy and a kiss on the head before going to tend to another student. He just sat there gently caressing the bed, while also wondering why people even bothered shipping him with his classmates when it was obvious he had feelings for the bed he spent so much of his time laying on.

' It doesn't wanna eat my katsudon, I can sleep on it, and I can find one in any hospital I've ever been to? It's perfect'  he sighed enjoying his time with the piece of furniture as the shippers, fanboys/girls, and his classmates sulked in a nearby for corner.

The papers were crumpled and aged, unlike the photos in the box alongside them. The photos had certainly aged but still radiated the same warmth as the captured moment. The images contained a blonde with wings of crimson and eyes of gold, some of the man on his own and in some he was joined by a woman with rabbit years, some with a man donning a long coat, and most with a h/c hero wrapped in his grasp. It was strange, looking through these photos and remembering what is was like as each image was taken. Those feelings now lost in a memory only to be felt through images such as these. As the h/c person rifled through the photos smiling softly, the same blonde man sitting with them silently observing as they went through the box.

“You kept these?” the blonde whispered reading through the letters as their h/c partner nodded “why?” the blonde continued as the h/c hero teared up “I wanted a way to remember you” they choked out as the blonde looked at them confused “but I’m right here” the h/c person shook their head now knowing better “no, you're not” they whispered sadly glancing at the urn on their mantle the golden object shining bright as the light from the fireplace burned brightly below it.

All of a sudden all y/n could see was white as their vision faded.

Thinking about…

Thinking about your first time using a flogger on Barbatos. The wooden handle heavy in your hand but also empowering in a way. Being about to whip and caress a demon as powerful as Barbatos, to see this side of him was addicting. The marks left by the leather if even for a moment sending adrenaline through your veins, and the sounds he makes as the leather makes contact with his skin were heavenly even coming from a demon. Low grunts and groans that sent heat rushing through your body as even what little you were wearing became too much to handle. 

Can I get some rainy day headcanons for Midnight plz? Stuff like “what kind of shows does she like to watch with her s/o?” “what does she like to do when things get boring?” Ya know, just hanging out on a rainy day type stuff.

Yep! It should be posted sometime today :)