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Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi
Pronouns: Katsuki (he/him), Hitoshi (they/them)
Prompts: a nose kiss
Additional: Fluff, nose kiss, FLUFF NO ANGST!!!
Author's Note: RAAAAAAH, I love BakuShin!!! They're so funny to me!! Also,, Apollo?? Posting on its main account?? it's more likely than you think!
Updated note: I am so sorry!! I did not know the original word I had used for this is a slur! So, thanks to an anon who told me, I changed the word! So nothing really changed other than the name of the kiss!
"Hitoshi?" Katsuki grumbled, putting his sweaty palms on his closed eyes, lightly rubbing the tiredness away.
"Hmm?"
"It's nearly midnight, go to sleep."
Hitoshi adjusted themself to be able to look at Katsuki while still being able to play on their console.
"I know." They put one hand on Katsuki's hair. "Go to sleep if you're tired."
Katsuki sighed. "Come on, Eye Bags. I don't want to sleep alone."
"Is the Bakugou Katsuki asking me, an extra, to sleep with him?"
Katsuki 'tch'-ed, before throwing a pillow that had fallen on the floor at them. The bastard smirked.
Hitoshi went to say something, but held themself back at the sight of the other. Katsuki was holding back a yawn, his eyes misty from lack of sleep.
He was right, it was pretty late. And Katsuki usually went to bed at 8:20 pm.
Was he really waiting for them to finish their game? Hitoshi smiled.
"How about this? I finish this part and then I go to sleep."
"You said the same thing thirty minutes ago..."
"I pinky promise?" Hitoshi put their pinky up, and waved their hand that used to be in his hair in front of him, right in his face.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, swatting away their hand from his face. But he still linked his pinky with theirs, finalising their promise.
"Now you better hurry the fuck up, got it Mind Fuck?"
Hitoshi let out a chuckle. They came in close to Katsuki, then rubbed the tips of their noses together.
"What the fuck?!" Katsuki blinked a few times, surprised. "The hell was that?"
"A nose kiss. Never heard of it?"
"No the fuck I didn't? And what the hell even is a nose kiss?"
"It's just rubbing our noses together. To warm up the tip of your nose." They tilted their head to the right. "Your parents never did that with you?"
"Why? Sensei's doing it to you?"
Hitoshi rolled their eyes. "Sensei's not my dad."
"Mhm. Go tell that to Half-N-Half. I bet he'd totally believe you."
"Anyway!" Hitoshi leaned in quickly, before getting back into their initial position, leaned against the bedframe and both hands holding the handheld console.
Katsuki groaned at the small kiss his partner had given him, but went back to his sleeping position still.
"Bastard..." he mumbled as he closed his eyes.
I am currently rewriting chapter one of Is It Cold Outside? for the fourth time,,, even tho my beta reader didn't read take three yet...
But on a good note! I love the new version! It's better! And I really like it, something that I didn't think with take three...
As of today, (the day I started rewriting it), I am at 789 words! I might add a few other words before stopping for the day, but it's a good word count! I am proud of myself!
I can give myself a cookie now! (I'm kidding, I would have eaten a cookie either way!)
Here is a small piece of chapter two of my fic that i have talked about before,, it might not stay in the final draft, idk, but i like it!
Right now the name of the fic is 'Is It Cold Outside?' but it might change at some point.
Todoroki Enji, most commonly known as the Number Two Hero; Endeavour, was a perfect and beloved hero. To civilians, maybe. To kids whose parents told stories of great heroes, probably. But, if you asked his family, you would get vastly different answers.
Todoroki Touya loved his father. Admired him with all of his being. He wanted to be exactly like him when he grew up. He was the eldest of four, and so, it was his responsibility to look after his siblings. But, in his heart was a dark and cold feeling that screamed at him everyday.
Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, (mentioned) James Potter/Lily Evans
Characters: Regulus Black, (mentioned) James Potter, (mentioned) Lily Evans
Pronouns: Regulus (he/him), James (he/him)
Additional: Angst, MCD, small fluff with an unhappy ending, gay <3
Word Count: 278
DNI: n$fw blogs
A/N: I just wrote that, like not even five minutes ago, which feels weird 'cause I never finish my writing. maybe it's a sign that I'll finally finish my biggest and longer fics? who knows, deffo not me. anyway, enjoy this angsty piece of garbage!
When James first kissed him, he thought that sparks had started to fly, his stomach doing flips and his heart skipping a beat.
He felt the warmth of James in his touch, in his embrace, in his lips.
He wanted to drown in the other’s affection. Wanted to stay where they were forever. Maybe even run away with him, far away from the blooming war and their responsibilities.
He just wanted.
The second and third times he kissed him, it was more experienced, more reassuring. But the warmth was still there as if it would never leave. And he didn't want it to. He wanted it all for himself, just like the selfish person that he is.
His dream of running away still lingered in his heart, but now he knew that it was just that, a dream.
But James's warmth will always make him want to dream. Even when he is in this cold and haunted cave, with a mission. With a death wish. He had told no one of his plans, only left a letter to give to his friends when the war was over.
The last thing he could think of in the frigid cold water, as the inferi took him to the depth of the cave, was James's warmth. And his brilliant smiles. And that he will never see him again.
But what never occurred to him was that the war would continue for two more years, ending only after James and Lily Potter's deaths. That James had died thinking that he had lost two of the loves of his life, with one of which he never had the chance to ask for forgiveness.
Relationships: (not really there but still somewhat mentioned) Iguro Obanai/Kanroji Mitsuri
Characters: Kanroji Mitsuri, Iguro Obanai, (mentioned) Rengoku Kyoujurou, (mentioned) Kaburamaru (we can't forget our favorite snake!)
Pronouns: Mitsuri (she/her), Iguro (they/them)
Prompts: lovegender!Mitsuri (with agender Iguro!)
Additional: Fluff, small smidge of angst (so much so that i don't think it counts as such)
A/N: my first writing post! i don't really know how tumblr posts work. this is my first small writing project that i have ever finished, yayayay! i hope you enjoy!
DNI: anti xenogender, n$fw blogs, lgbtq phobic, racist, abliest, and all that
Mitsuri never really understood how people talked about their gender. She knew, objectively that she was a girl. But, at the same time, she wasn't. Yes, she felt feminine, yes she liked cutesy and girly things. But she didn't really always feel like a girl.
Iguro-san gets it. Iguro-san told her multiple times when it was just the two of them (well, three, with Kaburamaru), that Iguro-san never really felt like a man. She then asked Iguro-san if they felt like a woman, and they responded that, no, they felt more like neither, or, more specifically, like they did not have a gender.
Ever since that conversation, Mitsuri has been doing her best to gender Iguro-san correctly whenever it was just them. And she also made it clear that when (or if) they came out, she would punch every person who disrespected them, which had then evolved into a small crying session from both parties, and she promised not to tell anyone about it.
But, now that she knew that she wasn't alone, it made her heart feel light and full of love.
She remembered a conversation that she had had with Rengoku-san, before his passing. One about her breathing technique. Love Breathing.
He had asked her why and how she had created her breathing after a feeling. At first, she didn't know how to respond. She simply breathed the way that felt the most natural to her. The way that felt most like her. And, now that she thought about it, she understood.
The way that felt more like her. Her very being was love. She felt love for everyone, (well, except demons. (Nezuko did not count, as she was far more human than any demon she had ever met)). And, what she had always thought was what she was supposed to be, was instead love.
Her very being is love.
She didn't need to be referred to as a girl, woman, or anything like that. Because, whenever Iguro-san referred to her as 'love' she felt content. And nothing else mattered.