#waterfalldrabbles

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🌵 w/ inum/aki?

Thank you for the ask~ Sorry it's taking me a little bit to fill these, been working on a different project.

🌵 Inconvenient for I/numaki~ Everyone in this is Aged Up, think 20+ Dropped under cut, 1.3k words (still a drabble!~)

(feat. M/egumi and Y/uta, and definite I/nuokko ship.) Hope that's alright~ It's just how 'inconvenient' felt to me!

“hH-” 

“Did you say something?” Megumi calls, Yuta spinning around to meet Toge’s eyes. 

“Okakahh-” With a fast rub to his nose, Toge tries again. “Okaka.” 

Megumi rolls his eyes and walks away, focus drawn to his dogs as they scan the building. Once they’re alone, Yuta gives his shoulder a light squeeze. He whispers something Toge’s sure is reassuring, but the buzzing in his sinuses renders the words lost on him. 

He shouldn’t have pulled his zipper down. They’re used to missions in abandoned buildings, the dust isn’t exactly new. Usually Toge will keep his zipper up, or stock up on medication, but he was a last minute addition to this mission. It was supposed to just be Yuta and Megumi, but Yuta had a long week and asked Toge if he’d wanna come. 

It was a sweet request, considering the circumstances. If not for this assignment they likely wouldn’t see each other for more than a passing minute between assignments. The life of a Jujutsu sorcerer is busy enough, but a special grade? Yuta barely got a day to himself anymore. 

“huhh-” But he shouldn’t have pulled his zipper down. 

He wasn’t even supposed to be using curse techniques, Yuta had instructed him not to. ‘Hey, I don’t want you to be in pain because I wanted to hang out, so leave the curse to me!’ Megumi though. 

Toge casts a glance towards the Ten Shadows user. He’s wearing the look of arrogant displeasure he usually dawns. Once they got to the building he had taken charge, despite Yuta being a higher class. He’d sent Yuta to survey the building, and instructed Toge to prepare for any smaller curses. 

Pulled from his memories, Toge feels the urgency bubble up in his throat. Megumi and Yuta are rambling on about something, Yuta can set anyone at ease. Taking the moment to retreat, Toge throws himself into an empty room, huddling in the further corner for- 

“hgNt-! dnxt-!” 

He feels the release of cursed energy fade out into the air, the buzzing from his seals starting to fade. Bringing a hand to his throat, he offers a light cough. It doesn’t seem to have done any damage yet, but holding them in will only last so long. 

“Toge? Where’d you go?” 

Following Yuta’s voice, Toge rejoins the group. He offers a halfhearted shrug, holding back the sniffle that urges to break through. Megumi seems distracted, his dogs starting to whine as they walk towards the second floor. 

Using their brief privacy, Yuta pulls Toge aside. 

“You alright? I noticed you’re a bit quiet.” At Toge’s chuckle, Yuta’s face flushes. “Well- well not quiet, well yeah quiet, but just more than normal! B- but of course you’re quiet, I mean- well you know what I mean, I ju-” 

Toge cuts him off with a soft touch, running his fingers against Yuta’s cheek. With his other hand he spells out ‘I know.’ Yuta melts into the touch, eyes starting to close, before snapping back open as Toge coughs again. 

“Is something wrong? Did your mission yesterday get intense? I had thought it was just a small thing, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have asked you to come out right after that…” 

“Okaka.” Holding his hand up again, Toge finds himself looking at anything but Yuta as he spells it out. ‘Sneeze.’ 

Now that it’s in the open, Toge lets his fingers grip his nose. The itch dies down a little, but the tingling running through his seals tells him it won’t last long. Yuta’s frowning, eyes tracing over a line in the wall as he runs through the same thought process Toge already completed. 

If it was just them, he could just let them out. While it might embarrass Toge a little still, Yuta’s made it clear he doesn’t mind. But it’s not just them. And Megumi? Megumi does mind. Out of everyone, he’s probably the most annoyed by it, Maki following at a close second. Though Maki at least has the courtesy to pretend she isn’t. 

Feeling a hand on his arm, Toge pulls his focus back to Yuta. The look that meets his eyes is determined. “I’ll make up an excuse so you can leave. Megumi never has to kn-” 

As if hearing his name, Megumi shouts from up the stairs. Toge barely catches the words, but Yuta yells back something about ‘on the way’, so they begin to run. Once they open the final door, Yuta’s mouth falls open. A swarm of low grade curses scurry across the floor, mumbling their usual nonsense. 

“Toge, your turn,” Megumi says, pulling his hands together in preparation. 

Without thinking, Toge opens his mouth. “Twishht-!” 

The spirits let out little bursts of air, beginning to skitter faster. Behind him Yuta and Megumi double over in harmony with sneezes of their own. 

Toge pinches his nose for the next command. “Crush.” 

This time it works, the spirits pulling together into a ball before crushing into mist. Megumi growls, glaring at Toge as he turns to face them. Feeling his cheeks heat, Toge offers a meek ‘sorry’, glancing at Yuta at the arm squeeze.  

Megumi’s having no part of it, wrist still pressed to his face. “What the hell was-” 

Frantically signing ‘sorry’ over and over, Toge feels the tingle spread back into his seals. He only manages to duck into his chest with the fit that refuses to be contained anymore. 

“tieshh-! ingxt-! I- Ikurahh… ashhih-! kshh’ie-! ieshh’uu-!” 

Megumi curses under his breath, raising his other hand to support his wrist as the burst takes him over. “kpshh’iew-! ingxt’iew-! apshh’iew-! hp’tschhiew-! et’pshhuh-!”

Both turn to Yuta, his hands frantically fanning his nose. “S- sorry guys it’s…. hehh- tIHHzShHyew-! kIHnXGt’ew-!” 

There’s a pause, desperation swimming through Yuta’s eyes as they begin to water. He gasps once, twice, before another pitchy whine pulls it’s way free from his sinuses. “hHyiEZSHhih-!”  

“You gonna live?” Megumi asks, the concern starting to leak out. Figures, Yuta was always his favourite. 

“Y- yeahhh… hihh! gehh… I’m okay. It juhhh… huHtieZShhYEw-! Oh, scuse me. One mehhh… more.” 

Toge attempts to sign ‘I’m so sorry’ over and over, but with his eyes fluttering shut, Yuta can’t see it. Not for the first time, Toge curses himself for being unable to communicate such a simple thing. 

Noticing his irritation, Megumi softens, offering a quiet, “He’s saying sorry.” 

Yuta manages to pry open his eyes long enough to meet Toge’s gaze. Repeating the gesture, Toge apologizes again. With his free hand, Yuta reaches over and gently brushes his arm. He attempts to talk between the hitches. 

 “You hh… have- oh wait it’s- hHdYIZShhyueww-! Oh, there we go,” Yuta chuckles, rubbing his nose. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who takes five minutes to get through what takes you two mere seconds.” 

A tense silence falls over the trio as Toge sniffles, Megumi casting a dark gaze his way. Toge replies with “Okaka.” Done, for now. 

Just as Yuta thinks about filling the silence, Megumi breaks it first. “When you, uh, hold them in like that-”

“Stifle,” Yuta offers. 

Megumi nods, attention still on Toge. “When you stifle, that makes others stifle too?” 

Flinching a little, Toge nods. It’s hard to test that sort of thing, but through Yuta he’s learned a bit more about how the effects work. It has something to do with cursed energy and the way it’s a ‘command’, of sorts. 

“Huh,” Megumi replies, a bit of humour in his tone. “Don’t think I’ve ever heard Yuta stifle before.” 

His turn to blush, Yuta’s voice cracks as he begins to stammer out a reply. “W- well I usually don’t, or I guess more can’t. Well, okay I can, but-” 

Letting himself fade into the background, Toge watches the interaction unfold. Megumi seems enraptured, attention completely centered on the ramble Yuta’s going off on. A little pride works its way into Toge’s heart. Yuta really is something incredible. His Yuta.

#waterfallasks #waterfalldrabbles #thank you for the request~ I hope it's okay that I included a few others #generally I try to stick to the character requested #but with I/numaki and 'inconvenient' it just felt right to have others~ #since I heavily subscribe to the hc that his CT causes those around him to fall victim to his bursts as well~ #anywayssss here it is! another lil 'no quality just writing' one

[waterfallofspace]

One Is Not Better Than None

Soooo I was scrolling through my google docs and remembered this little AU that I started writing (with the help of @themiseryandcompany) a few months back when I first joined snzblr~

And well, the actual 6 part story where they meet isn't finished, and reading it back... the parts that ARE finished could use a lot of editing~ it was one of my first attempts at snzfics, but I did find this little drabble/side story from the same AU~

It's not good, definitely not up to my current standards, but I did a little editing to make it hopefully readable, aaaaand since I've been a bit slow with content, I'll throw it out there incase anyone wants it!

~For Context: In this AU B/akugo is a doctor, and S/hoto is his boyfriend/a barista~ Word Count: 1.3k of utter nonsense that I'm posting because why not~

All Characters Written As 18+ In This Story, (picture late 20's)

~~~~~~~

Katsuki’s days off are few and far between, so when he does get time to spend at home, he finds that he often has a shadow.

Shoto seems to require constant contact, as if he fears that should their bodies stop touching for even a second, Katsuki would be out the door again. It would be annoying beyond belief, if it was anyone else. But it’s not anyone else.

He smirks over the journal he’s reading as Shoto lets out a breath that borders on a whine. He’s been trying to beat that level for an hour, and it seems like he’s just had to restart once more. 

“It’s not funny,” Shoto starts, catching Katsuki’s eyes as he glares up from his perch on Katsuki’s lap. A half-hearted gaze at best. “I’ve been at this forever. I just wanna beat it but this one boss has a frankly offensive level of regen. I know the strategy but I keep messing up the timing.”

With another sigh of frustration, the glare is long forgotten, instead replaced by a look that leaves Katsuki fighting the urge to kiss him until all the breath is sucked out of their lungs.

“Why don’t you just take a break and come back to it later when you’re less frustrated?” Katsuki offers, running a hand through Shoto’s mismatched hair. “Isn’t that what you always tell me when a recipe I’m trying for the first time isn’t going the way I want it to?”

“Yeah, but…” 

“What, too proud to take your own advice, Icy-Hot?”

It’s a nickname that came into being the first time Katsuki stayed over. Shoto had been sick at the time, and it was one of the first nights of pure vulnerability they’d experienced. 

With a fever, his body gets incredibly hot, but at the same time, he’s always swearing it’s freezing, shivering to make his point. During the night Katsuki tried to get him to take some blankets off, lest he smother himself to death, and Shoto’s reply was “I’m an icy pop”.  (To this day he still blames the fever talk for that little nugget).

To which Katsuki responded with a lighthearted “Oh yeah? Then why is said ‘icy pop’ so hot he nearly burns to the touch? Icy pop, more like Icy-Hot” and it just stuck from there. He normally saves it for playful teasing, such as today, but occasionally it slips out with a touch of softness when Shoto falls asleep in his arms. 

“No, this is different. I’m not frustrated, I just wahh!-” He breaks off, and Katsuki glances at him to see his eyes glossing over, mouth hanging slightly open, right on the brink for a few seconds until-

“heH-! hH’KESHHiew!”

A beat passes, Shoto’s eyes still unfocused, Katsuki biting a blessing back on his tongue.

“Snff- Bless me.” And with that, Shoto’s back to the level, leaving Katsuki to stare at him with a mystified expression. 

After several minutes of silence, and Katsuki’s eyes never leaving his face, mouth still slightly ajar, Shoto finally breaks away from his level to glance up at his boyfriend. “Uhh… what’s wrong..?”

“Y-you… sneezed…”

Shoto lets out a small chuckle, letting his phone rest on the couch as he sits up to meet Katsuki’s gaze. “Yeah? And? I do that quite often, you should know that by now.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, as Shoto continues with a smirk. “And even if I didn’t, it’s a perfectly normal bodily function. You’re a doctor, I’m worried for your patients if hearing someone sneeze shocks you this much.”

“But… you… it was…. only one?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

There’s another pause, then Katsuki begins again, his words coming out uncharacteristically timid. “It’s… it’s never just one…”

The dumbfounded nature of Katsuki’s voice is enough to make Shoto burst into laughter. The joyous sounds finally snap his boyfriend out of the trance that the single sneeze had put him in, as he lightly punches Shoto’s arm. 

Shoto pulls away, still shaking with the joyous tune dancing from his chest, rocking the couch with each burst. For a minute, Katsuki feels his heart start beating through his throat, mind running wild. His full laughter is so rare… I’d do anything to hear it for the rest of my life.

Finally coming to his senses, Katsuki fires back with, “Hey, don’t laugh at me! I’ve never heard you sneeze just once before, it’s always at least two, more often in the hundreds”

This earns him a very weak punch, laughter still dancing through Shoto’s eyes. “I’m not that bad!” Sniffling lightly to test the waters, Shoto shrugs. “But yeah, just the one, I don’t feel any more. I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it next time I’m sure.”

Shoto reaches forward, touching their lips in an apology for the harm that his lack of a fit had apparently caused. Katsuki leans into the kiss, but his eyes still seem a bit far away.

~~~~~~~ 

The rest of the day, it felt as if Shoto was under constant surveillance. Every time he looked over at Katsuki, his boyfriend was watching him, and would quickly avert his eyes, pretending to be doing something else.

Finally enough is enough. Shoto stands from the chair he was lounging in, and walks over to Katsuki who’s currently trying, and failing, to pull his eyes away long enough to read an article on his phone.

Wordlessly, Shoto leans down and rubs his nose against the cat-infested couch. Usually his meds are enough to starve off any really desperate attacks, but living in an apartment with your allergens is enough to set anyone off.

Add to that Shoto’s already sensitive nose, and it’s a sure thing that you’ll get at least a couple small fits per day. However, right now he needs that fit immediately, and his meds seem to be working a bit too well, so it’s time for drastic measures.

Rubbing his nose at all was a sure fire way to form a tickle, but add to that rubbing it against an allergen, and the reaction was certain to be quick and merciless.

“What are you doi-” Katsuki starts, but is cut off by Shoto’s breath catching, as he holds up a finger, attempting to explain himself before the fit can start.

“You... w- were... hehh- ihh... st- staring... at m... ESH’shiew-! Ishh’yu-! kishh’oo-! tishh’iew-!” 

Still trying to catch up, Katsuki can only blink, muttering to himself, “I was staring…” 

“huh- ishh-tishh-kESH’iew! Tishh’oo! Heh- hH’kschh!” 

“Bless you-”

“hep’kschh-kshh-nggxt’shiew! hehh… hH’ngnt! G’nxxt!uhh Hh’ ihhh… hDT-” 

Shoto pauses for a second, watery eyes pointed at the ceiling, seemingly stuck in a hitchy agony, caught between the overwhelming urge to sneeze, and the denial taunting him. 

With a shaky exhale, and a snff, he tries to finish the sentence he began earlier, “Staring ahahh at-”

-which the sneezes pick as the perfect time to release themselves. “ihh’keschh’oo-! hH’ISH’hieww-! Staring at me. Oh, bless me. It was starting to scare me a little."

Katsuki flushes at the accusation, admitting to himself, and only himself, that there may be a touch of truth in it. He sheepishly hands some tissues to Shoto, who takes them with a wink and a chuckle, cleaning himself up as Katsuki averts his eyes.

Once finished, he drapes himself onto the couch, lips hungrily capturing Katsuki in a deep kiss, only stopping once he needs to take a desperate breath and duck another “hh’kssh-! Ihh… heH! hahh’keTSH’iew-!” into his shoulder.

“Bless you… Ya know, you shouldn’t have done that, you’re gonna be sneezing for hours now ya dumbass.” The words may sound harsh, but there’s no fire behind them. 

Shoto lets his head rest on Katsuki’s chest, looking up at him, eyes alight with mischief. “Well worth it in my book. As much as I enjoy you watching me, I was starting to worry you’d forgotten how to blink.”

This earns him another light punch, but the laughter that comes with it makes his statement even more true. 

Anything is worth getting to hear that laughter. The true kind, the kind he doesn’t let other people hear. I’d do anything to hear it for the rest of my life.

Slowly he lets his eyes close, drifting off to the sound of Katsuki’s heartbeat, their breathing falling in sync, exactly how it was meant to be.  

La fin.

#waterfalldrabbles #because this is not a fic as much as a... #'tosses it at you and scurries away' type of drabble #it's not very good but hey! it doesn't need to be! #just a little bit of nonsense as a light apology for taking so long to fill requests or post anything worthwhile~ #i am currently in the middle of a specific collab with a beautifully talented person #and I'm INSANELY excited to share our baby <333 #buuuuut for now~ have this nonsense and please forgive me for it #(i will say tho~ reading it does make me a little happy because I can definitely see improvement now!) #(whiiiich does mean that it just looks even worse haha~) #okay okay ill stop stalling and hit post #b/akugou & s/hoto doctor AU #incase i ever finish/post the actual fic theres a tag for that now

[waterfallofspace]

ummm omg hi hi can i get either 💀 or 🪶 for either of inuo/kko .. 👉🏻👈🏻

hello there dear~~ you can in fact get BOTH!!

💀 No warning and 🪶 Deliberate for Y/uta & T/oge~ (aged up, picture early 20's working as fellow sorcerers~) Dropped under cut!

~Key~ Shake = Yes (with "?" is yes?) Mentaiko = Motivational (in this context 'go on?' or 'you can go on?') Ikura = Cursing/Expletive Takana = Concern/Worry

~~~~~

“-and so then Maki showed me how to do the move, you just gotta drop your leg when you’re swinging, which is actually harder than it sounds, so I fell a lot of times, and-” Yuta trails on, head pressed against Toge’s chest as they lay against the cool grass.  

It had been a hot week, but the fall chill was finally starting to creep into the air. It was a welcome relief, especially to the sorcerers working night and day in the sweltering heat. Yuta and Toge were not exempt from this fate, today being one of the first days this week they’ve gotten to spend time together. 

Reaching down, Toge taps Yuta’s arm to pull his focus back, raising his hand above their heads, fingerspelling a message. 

Want a drink?

“Oh, sure! I guess it is still a bit dry out here,” Yuta replies, pausing to meet Toge’s gaze. “Is your throat feeling okay? I know you had a heavier assignment yesterday.” 

I’m okay. 

Comes the reply, followed by a kiss on the forehead that Yuta leans into with a sigh. The drink conversation immediately forgotten in lieu of the touch. 

Toge leans his head into Yuta’s hair, soaking it in. The smell is familiar, something vaguely floral, with hints of leather and vanilla and… something hard to explain, but distinctly Yuta. Another sigh runs through them both, their breath synchronizing as they seem to melt deeper into each other.  

“ishh-! Ikura-”  

“hiHYIhhDJShhuh-!” 

Hands immediately come up. 

Sorry, didn’t mea- 

Yuta cuts him off with a single touch, his fingers locking around Toge’s wrist. Not enough to prevent the movement, just to show that it’s unnecessary. With his other hand still pressed to his nose, Yuta gives him a warm look, letting the adoration flooding his eyes do the talking. 

“kshh-! yshh-! hh’pshhiee-!” 

Guilt floods Toge’s eyes as Yuta gasps, ducking into his sleeve. “hHdJZSHuh-! hH… ehHh- ehTZSShhIHyew-!” 

There’s a pause, both waiting as Yuta’s chest swells, nose trembling as his eyes crash shut for a final “hIHtzDJZShyieww-! Whew, scuse me!” 

“Takana…”

“Hey,” Yuta begins, rubbing circles against Toge’s palm. “I’m sure, really. It was just sneezing. Honestly, I’ve had a tickle all day that just wouldn’t come out, you were doing me a favour!” 

Seeing the uncertainty still lingering on Toge’s face, Yuta begins to stand. Toge watches, hands as silent as his voice as he waits to see where this is going. Once Yuta has his balance, he reaches down and pulls Toge up with him. 

“Shake?” 

“Just follow me.” Comes the reply, Yuta heading off towards the school. Despite having been out of it for years, somehow on days off, they always seem to find themselves gravitating towards it. 

Walking through the field, memories come in flashes. Remnants of their past coming in waves. The bench where Yuta first opened up, the room they shared their first kiss in, and the garden where they had their first fight. 

All these moments in time replaying as they walk through the empty building, hand in hand. Finally they reach the kitchen, Toge tiling his head in lieu of words. 

“Hold on, I know I left it somewhere around…” Yuta trails off, eyes scanning the cupboards until finally, “Oh! Got it.” 

Spinning around, he shows off his prize. Toge takes a step back on instinct, one hand raising to his face, the other beginning to spell. 

What is that for? 

Warmth floods Yuta’s face, beaming as he reaches down to the duster and plucks a single feather. “Well, you feel bad about making me sneeze, so…” he pauses, letting the barbs from the feather shimmer in the air. “I figure this will even us out!” 

You know you’ll sneeze too? “Shake? Takana…” Toge replies, a mixture of spelling and sounds, his voice wavering slightly. Just the visual dynamic is already taking its root in his sinuses, and they both know touch is where he’s most sensitive. 

Yuta pauses for a minute, letting his gaze meet Toge’s, an air of hesitation to his tone. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. It was just an idea to make you feel better because I’m the one controlling our reactions.” 

“Shake.” If you’re sure, so am I. 

With permission given, Yuta takes a step forward, letting the feather brush just under the tip of Toge’s nose. The effect is immediate, his eyes starting to tear as his markings begin to get a light flush. As his mouth dips open, Yuta has a clear view of the markings on his tongue, before suddenly Toge dips into his chest. 

“iieshh-! hshh-! dshhh’iew-!” 

Yuta makes a noise of content, before burying his own face in Toge’s chest, feeling strong arms pull him close. “hH’DJZShhuUh-! ehtzZSHhhihhyew-! knEZSShhhyeww-!” 

B l e s s. 

Each letter is spaced out, the emphasis lingering in his hands. Yuta grins up at him, sniffling against his wrist. “So we’re even now?” 

"tieshh-! kishh'yew-!"

"eHKYIEZShhuh-! hktZSShhDjZSHyeeww-!"

“Shake.” Now we are.

Toge lets a giggle escape, swiping at his nose before nuzzling into Yuta’s neck. Standing back to his full height, Yuta easily pulls Toge into his chest, letting them both sink onto the couch behind them. 

“I like it, you know,” Yuta murmurs. 

Toge feels his breath catch, and he looks up to meet Yuta’s gaze. He nods for him to continue, offering a soft “Mentaiko..?”

“Feeling close to you. I don’t mind it when your technique causes a reaction. It just… makes me feel close to you. Like I’m in your world, sharing your sensations.” A blush spreads over Yuta’s cheeks, their hue starting to match Toge’s markings. “I just thought you should know.” 

Words forgotten once more, Toge leans up and meets Yuta’s lips. He tastes of vanilla, and leather, and something distinctly Yuta.

It’s Toge’s favourite flavour in the world.

#waterfallasks #waterfalldrabbles #thank you for the ask <333 #i love you and i love your lil guys #i hope this is enjoyable!! #they're so soft and sweet and cute and asdjog i love them hehe~

[waterfallofspace]

If you are still doing these (I know you already got two), could you possibly do 💀🔔and 🪶for an MHA character of your choosing? Thank you in advanced ;D

Yes I am! (Sorry I took a little break to sleep haha~)

I picked D/abi, with heavy h/otwings plot. It also gets a lil smutty, so I hope that's alright!! (it just kinda happened~ nothing actually gets described other than kissing/teasing, no actual smut but still~ fair warning!)

It's still a lil 'off the top of my head' drabble~ (drabbles can be 1k right 😭)

💀 No warning, 🔔 Interruption, and 🪶 Deliberate for D/abi. (cw: Swearing, Kink!Hawks, and some Kink~Indulgence)

~~~~~

You’ll pay for this one Birdie. 

If Shigaraki was saying anything worth listening to, neither of them would know it. Instead, Hawks meets Dabi’s glare across the meeting room, flashing a smile in return. The feeling that nestles in Dabi’s gut is immediate. Oh, you’re so gonna pay for this… 

He can admit, half of it comes from his own hubris. Watching birdbrain squirm is too good to pass up, especially when they have actual business to attend to right after. Seeing the pale tint to his normally tan face, the pink dusting he can’t seem to shake. 

Oh, and of course, Dabi’s favourite part; watching Hawk’s tongue slip out between his lips as he attempts to calm his breathing. Ironic, seeing as Dabi’s the one being forced to violently expel air. Though, to his credit, Hawks isn’t exactly a silent participant, especially not by the end. 

Normally it would be a pleasant distraction from the dull thrum of a league meeting. After a good session, they’ll both be left exhausted, Dabi ready to doze off as Twice rambles on. Maybe a bit inconvenient when the topics actually matter, but Hawks will fill him in after. It’s the least he can do. 

“eh’GNKT-!” 

Except neither of them is paying attention today.

Before they’d left for the meeting they’d been indulging in their… usual activities, when Hawks had built up the nerve to pitch a particularly deviant request. Ever the tease, Dabi had agreed, one on condition. First one to cave and leave the meeting loses. Their usual bet applies, winner picks the next challenge. 

Dabi releases his nose with a sharp exhale, offering a halfhearted shrug as Toga elbows him in the ribs. They’d built up quite the collection of nonverbal cues to get away with talking during meetings. That particular interaction was pretty straightforward. ‘You okay?’ ‘Yeah, think so.’ 

It’s the truth, though not all of it. He may be okay, but a single glance across the table confirms Hawks is most definitely not. Catching his eye, Dabi smirks, lips parting for a breath. Hawks echos the movement, his chest falling nearly as uneven as Dabi’s.

“Are you even listening, Dabi? Of course he’s not listening, you’re so annoying! I am not!” 

At his name, Dabi lazily raises a hand to his nose before giving Twice a nod. “Was a little caught up in… somethin’. What was it you wanted?” 

“I was wondering if maybe you wouldn’t mind- Stop rambling and get to the point! I’m not rambling, I just- You need to recruit more people!” 

Hawks gives a light chuckle as Dabi cautiously lets his hand drop back to the table before speaking. “Last time I checked, I was the only one wh- gnKKT’uh-!” 

The hands free nature of the stifle lets a low breath escape at the end, Hawks matching it with a sharp inhale. Dabi lets his gaze wander back over, nose gripped between his fingers. He can feel the feather still trapped inside twitch, only managing to subdue the tickle as Hawks lets it fall still again. 

“Are you okay? No one cares! I care!” Twice rambles, oblivious to the struggle his fellow villain’s trapped in. 

With a measured glance at Shigaraki, who seems utterly uninterested, Dabi releases his nose again. “I’m fine. As I was saying, I haven’t seen any of you bringing in new mem- ah’KNDT-! hh’EKKT-!” 

The feather twirls again, each fibre seeming to trace its own pattern around his twitching nose. Which, given the bloodthirsty look Hawks is pointing his way, may just be the case. Clutching his nose tight enough to leave marks, Dabi gasps as the feather dives deeper.

“B- birdie… hN’CHH-! eNGKTT-! ehh! eH’RTSHHuh-!” The last one escapes his grip, the rush of air through his flaring nostrils sending chills down his spine.

There aren’t many times Dabi would refer to Hawks as a bird of prey, he prefers featherbrain or mother hen. But there’s no other way to describe the look in his eyes. Hawks is hunting. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Toga chimes in, leaning against her hands with a pout. “You sound sick.” 

“I’b dot- eKRSHHuh-! I’b dot… hH’RRTCHHoo-! Fugk…” Dabi pauses to swipe at his nose again. The shudder he feels run through the feather is parallel to the one leaving Hawks breathless.

Birdie can’t hold out for much longer. 

“hk’TZSHH- RRTSCH’oo-!” Not sure I can either.

With a smile showing all his teeth, Hawks gives the feather one final command. It twirls itself around, the tip running along the inside of Dabi’s nose, before tracing a small circle around his piercings. 

They’re sensitive enough from the outside, from the inside? He never stood a chance. Dabi snarls in response, his nostrils flaring as the tickle surges. Hawks responds with a barely contained whimper, teeth nearly drawing blood from the ferocity he bites his lip with. 

“Go- gonna… ARSHH’oo-! huhh! hh’rrzshh- rtzchh- akkRSHH’choo-!” 

As Dabi leans against the table, one hand clutched over his nose, the feather suddenly trembles. It doesn’t feel intentional, but it’s effective all the same. He catches Hawks giving him a look, before glancing down at his lips. He’s mouthing something. ‘Give up yet?’ 

With a smirk, Dabi pinches his nose again, nearly whining as the tickle increases tenfold at the touch. “nGKKT-! INGKT-! DKXNT-” 

Hawks finally speaks up, his normally playful tone decidedly raw. “You shouldn’t stop them like that, you’re just gonna-” 

“eH! AZSRHhhuh-! RRTSHH’uh-! HETCHHUE-!” With the final burst, Dabi hears a faint moan slip from Hawks’ lips. No one else seems to notice, they’re pretty consumed in some sort of argument. What it’s about is anyone’s guess. 

“knch’uh-! nxt’chuh-! arrsh’ngt-! hH’RSHXGT-!” Sucking in another breath, Dabi dips his head into his chest as the string of half-stifles leave him coughing. He won’t be the first to cave, he can take this, this is nothing, this is- oh. 

Across the table Hawks suddenly stands, knuckles pale as he grips the edge of his chair. Without a word, he slides towards Dabi, grabbing his arm and pulling him from the room. Shigaraki raises a word of protest, but soon redirects his attention to Twice as he begins another presentation. Their absence isn’t exactly uncommon nowadays. 

As they get to the hallway, Dabi slows his footing, giving Hawks a smirk as their panting synchronizes. “This mean you give up, Birdie?” 

The answer comes in the form of a kiss, Dabi finding himself pinned against the wall. He leans into it easily, matching the lust with a hunger of his own. 

Hawks breaks first, letting his mouth hang next to Dabi’s ear, each breath sending waves of heat down his neck. “You win.” 

“As expected,” Dabi responds, aiming to lean into another kiss. He’s stopped short by the feather sliding out of his nose. Despite the act being one of surrender, the sensation of it rubbing his skin still leaves him gasping. 

“hNCHH’uh-! RRSHH- ERSHH- EKTSHH’oo-! Shit, Hawks.” 

“Sorry hotstuff,” Hawks chuckles sheepishly, “Didn’t think that one through.” 

Dabi smirks, pulling Hawks back in for a kiss full of teeth and tongue. 

“You’ll pay for that one birdie.”

#waterfallasks #waterfalldrabbles #thank you for the ask~!! #i hope that this is okay! it just kinda sorta happened when i started thinking about h/otwings and the prompts #i had to force myself to keep it short #i maaaay revisit this idea one day for a longer piece of content #but for now i had a blast writing this so I hope its enjoyable~!

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🛏 & 🌵 for Tetchou or Fukuchi? Or both?~ IDK

Thank youu~~ I'm not super confident in their voices yet, but I gave it a shot! Super short little things, just to get back into the flow of writing~ I did one prompt each, hope that's alright~

Under cut (cw for both: bad writing <3) 🛏 for T/etchou 🌵 for F/ukuchi (cw: violence)

~~ TETCHOU - 🛏 (Sleepy) ~~

"iszch'diue-!"

"Do you really have to do that?" Jouno complains, aiming a wadded up paper ball towards the source of irritation.

Tetchou takes the hit easily, letting his gaze wander to his collogue. They're all pretty tense, the mission had gone longer than expected, and it was not in a hunting dog's duties to skip work the next morning. Even if they're running on zero sleep.

"It's not exactly like I'm cho... chzshh'ieu-! zschh- aizshh'uu-! choosing this." The rough sniffle that follows leaves Jouno groaning, another paper weapon hitting it's mark.

"Maybe not, but you could certainly try to be quieter about it." Jouno rests his head against his hand, a yawn slipping out between his pursed lips. "Does it always have to be such a-"

"tzschh'dieu-! aizchh- kzschh- hp'tZSHHHIue-!"

"-production." Jouno finishes his sentence with another heavy sigh, this time throwing the tissue box near Tetchou's head. "If you're going to be doing that, at least try covering. I don't want whatever you got."

"I'b dot-" Tetchou winces, pulling a few tissues out and directing a heady blow into them before trying again. "I'm not sick. This just happens when I'm tired, you know that."

The sigh that follows confirms that, yes, this was in fact a known occurrence. Unfortunately, knowing why it's happening doesn't prevent it from happening.

Tetchou takes the brief intermission between outbursts to rest his head against his arms. One eye shuts, then another, until soon the world is starting to fade away, drifting peacefully off into-

"et'pschh- ep'zshh- hH'ZESHHIUH-!"

Whack.

Rubbing his head as the paper ball rolls to a stop on his desk, Tetchou sniffles with just a hint more volume then required. The action earns him a long string of explatives in response.

"aiZSHh'iuu-!"

This is gonna be a long day.

~~ FUKUCHI - 🌵 Inconvenient ~~

"How about this. You tell me what I need, and maybe I'll let you leave here with all your limbs still attached, how's that sound?"

The air of confidence to Fukuchi's voice isn't for show. Just like in every other case, he's certain if a fight broke out, he alone would be victorious. But today he's... let's just say "in a rush" would be an understatement.

"You really think you could take me?" The criminal retorts, a scoff breaking from his bared teeth. Fukuchi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course today he got stuck with feisty.

The Mafioso reaches into his pocket, swirling around to face Fukuchi with a pocket knife at the ready. It would be laughable under any other circumstances.

"I'll gihhve you one last chance to tehh... hDT- guhh... tell me what I want to know and walk away peacefully," Fukuchi offers, hand slowly dropping from his nose down to the handle of his sword.

A chuckle is the response, the Mafioso tightening his grip. "And why would I do that? Your voice is trembling, high and mighty hunting dog. Scared of a little fight?"

"Not qu- quite..." Comes the reply, Fukuchi muttering a curse as the sensation dies down again. The Mafioso seemed to take this as hesitance, lunging towards him with a cry.

In a single move, Fukuchi pins him to the wall, one hand holding his shoulder, the other gripping his wrists. The mafioso lets out a muffled squeak as Fukuchi tightens his grip.

"Now see, you went and puhhht... put yourself in a bit of... ohhhf... a bind," Fukuchi says, a grin spreading across his face as his eyes begin to water.

"Oh yeah? And what would tha-" "RSHHH'aa-! heh'RRSHH-! ARRSHH'oo-!"

As the realization that he was just sneezed on starts to set in, a shudder runs through the Mafioso, followed by a string of curses that would make even Kunikida blush.

Wiping his nose against his shoulder, Fukuchi gives a deep chuckle, releasing his grip. The Mafioso eyes him with distain as another hitch leaves his eyes fluttering.

"I did try to wa... hH! hDT- uhh... Really thought I had it that time. It keeps-" Fukuchi pauses, surveying the alley he no finds himself alone in. A chuckle breaks through, and soon he's leaning against the wall as laughter shaking his body.

"Guess that's what I get for working while sick. Universe telling me to take a br- breahhh... break."

Rounding them up would be the right thing to do but...

"hRZSHH'aa-! AKSHHH'oo-! Congratulations, you've earned yourself one more day of freedom. I'll send Teruko out tomorrow," He pauses with one more nose wipe, making a mental note to wash the uniform.

"For now, I... I.... ARRZSHHH'oo-! I need a nap."

#waterfallasks #they are v short~ just to get stuff flowing #and also im not entirely confident they are any GOOD #i'm still new to the hunting dogs pluuus they're just little 'no quality just write something' pieces #but i hope you can maybe enjoy them anyways~ and thanks for sending them in!! #waterfalldrabbles #making that a tag too for writing things that are too short to count as 'writing'

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🔔 for jouno?

Thank you for the request~~ (these ones will all be quite short <3)

🔔Interruption for J/ouno, under cut!

~~~~~

It’s hard to imagine having a staring match with someone who’s blind. You’d assume it’s technically, and literally, impossible. At least… until you meet Jouno. The hunting dogs are quite familiar with being stared down by an eyeless form. 

Tetchou most of all, though he remains unbothered by the whole ordeal. Most days it’s nothing more than a background activity. Except for days like today. Sitting in the library researching a case, Tetchou can feel his fellow hunting dog’s gaze from the cart he’s perched on.

Letting his eyes trace over to his ‘admirer’, Tetchou risks a smile. Jouno’s eyeless stare still bores into his skull, but there’s a slight quiver to the unchanging face.

It’s nearly imperceptible, Jouno being one of the most talented when it comes to controlling micro-expressions. Yet that fact only leads to each tremble becoming more noticeable. 

There’s a beat, then a shudder, and the glare is abandoned, replaced by- 

“asch’iew-!” 

“Something the matter?” Tetchou remarks, closing his file and grabbing an egg. 

“I swear- you betthher not be planning to eat that with the shell on again!” 

It’s a distraction. The question was avoided, instead a new line of conversation was tossed out, bait carefully constructed. It’s a pointless act. They both know one wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the urge, especially if Tetchou’s theory is correct and it’s a reaction to the dusty air. 

“It has a better crunch,” Tetchou replies, pausing to take a nice bite, revelling in the shiver that runs down Jouno’s spine. “Wanna try?” 

“Absolutely not! I’m n- not a… ahhh… ahH’tiew-! ngzt’iew-! ah’nkiew-!” Jouno breaks off into the fittish triple, insult still festering on his tongue.

Before Tetchou can get a word in, Jouno points another empty glare his way, holding up a finger as he attempts to stutter his way through the ongoing attack. “I’m n- acchh’kiew-! Not a hea- yiSHh’iie-! Heathen like- gnSHh’diew-! Like you. hehh- hH’DjZShhuew-!” 

“Maybe,” Tetchou begins, flipping the file open again, watching the grey particles begin to swirl in the light peeking through the blinds. “But I can make it through a sentence.” 

Whatever clever retort, or angry muttering, Jouno may have had up his sleeve was quickly lost in the tidal wave of gasps. 

“hnchh’iew-! knschhiee-! You’ll… hASH’iee-! You’ll pay for that- hHyIShhih-!” Jouno manages, ducking into his gloves as another burst leaves him panting. 

Tetchou chuckles, biting into his egg. Yeah, he most certainly will. 

#waterfallasks #waterfalldrabbles #thank you for the prompt~! #It's still short and I still am not confident with their dynamics but i love this lil guy #so hopefully this is alright~~

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🦊 w fukuzawa? If you don't mind the double req I'm so sorry 😭

No worries in the slightest hun! I don't mind at all~~

🦊 Animal allergies for F/ukuzawa, dropped under cut! (a little longer then the others but still a drabble technically~)

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

Kunikida’s voice sounds out from the kitchen, quickly followed by the faint sounds of Atsushi mumbling. Dazai meets Ranpo’s gaze with a smirk that’s quickly returned. 

“Boys,” Yosano says, lounging on the couch. “Care to explain what that’s all about?” 

Neither responds, though in their defence, there wasn’t exactly a chance to. Before anyone can get another word in, Kunikida bursts from the kitchen, dragging Atsushi by one hand, and a cat by the other. Yosano barely contains her giggles as she realizes he’s holding them both by the scruff of their necks.

“Did any of you know about this?” Kunikida demands, glaring around the room. 

Dazai speaks up first, mischief lighting up his face. “Yes, of course I did. We brought Atsushi on, what, a few weeks ago? Did you really not notice, Kunikida-kun?” 

The sheer violence that flashes through Kunikida’s eyes suggests that, had he not been carrying two strays, someone might have died today. Instead he settles for a deeply irritated sigh, collecting himself before he speaks again. 

“I meant the kitten. Ranpo-san? You of all people must understand why we can’t allow this.” 

Ranpo leans back in his chair, eyes still carefully concealed. With a balanced tone, he gestures to Atsushi. “We kept that one. Why not this one too?”

Kunikida’s mouth drops open, his glasses starting to fall down his nose. “Surely you remember what today is, right? And why we absolutely, unconditionally, must not let-”

“Kunikida,” A deep voice sounds out from the door, all eyes turning to greet it. “What are you holding?” 

Dazai nearly suffocates as he attempts to smother his laughter at the look that crosses Kunikida’s face. Any colour that he might have had is replaced by a sheen of sweat over his now pale skin. 

“P- president I… I didn’t… it’s not what it looks like!” 

Fukuzawa simply blinks, casting his dark gaze from Atsushi, to the kitten, and back again. “So you didn’t find Atsushi bringing a kitten into the agency?” The firmness to his voice leaves the words sounding harsh, but from the back Ranpo giggles, easily seeing the humour in his tone. 

As Kunikida attempts to find a sentence that fits the situation, Atsushi speaks up from his position hanging just off the floor. “I’m sorry sir, it was just sitting out in the alley, and… and it looked so sad… I couldn’t just leave it there! I promise it won’t stay here long, m- maybe I’ll find it a home, or bring it to a shelter, or-”

“Nonsense,” Fukuzawa interrupts, letting his gaze soften a little at the wince Atsushi lets slide across his form. “The kitten will remain here, in your care.”  

“B- but president, sir, aren’t… aren’t you-” Kunikida begins, cutting himself off as Fukuzawa shooks him a look. Normally that look would be enough to silence him, however the iridescent sheen under his eyes offsets the harsh quality. 

A moment of silence passes, no one daring to interrupt the non-verbal conversation taking place between the two. Finally the argument seems to come to a quick end as Fukuzawa spins on his heel, ducking into his arm. 

“yRRSHh’oo-! yyiHHShhuh-! hh’RSHhuh-!” 

Kunikida immediately takes a few steps back, Atsushi dragging along with him, too surprised to resist. Yosano and Dazai offer simultaneous blessings, a western custom that the agency had begun using when Dazai had arrived, and Ranpo remained silent. 

Raising his head, there’s a slight tint to Fukuzawa’s cheeks. “Excuse me, I apol… hold on- rRSHh-! ERSHH-! ERSHHH’uuh-!” This time he only makes it into his hand, taking the tissue Dazai passes with a grateful nod, and turning away to clean up. 

“I’m so sorry sir, I… I had no idea!” Atsushi begins, trailing off into a series of rambles, some entirely unrelated to the current issue. He only manages to pull himself together when Kunikida switches out the collar grip for a firm smack. 

“It’s quite alright,” Fukuzawa responds, though his words are undercut by the tissue pressed to his face. “You had no way of knowing. Besides, just because I’m al… allergic- heH’RSHH-! ERSHH’uu-! Excuse me. Allergic to them, doesn’t mean I don’t still enjoy their company.” 

At this, Ranpo finally chimes in, laughter evident in his voice. “You should have seen him last year. There was a stray outside the building and he brought it home. He was a mess for a full week after that, called out ‘sick’ from the office.” 

All eyes turn back to Fukuzawa, Yosano giving him a playful glare. “You should have told us, I would have brought you antihistamines.” 

Fukuzawa gives a quick nod, eyes watering once more as he ducks back into his arm. “HRSHh’uh-! rRSH-! eh’RSHhoo-! I was… was- ARSHH’uh-! I was handling it myself. I keep a supply at home in case of…” He trails off, gesturing vaguely to the current situation.

Kunikida takes this opportunity to hand the kitten back to Atsushi, before turning to Yosano. “Can you go get some now for the president? Seeing as he didn’t know this was coming, I’m assuming he hasn’t taken anything.” 

A glance at Fukuzawa confirms the suspicion, and Yosano hurries off to fetch some meds. Atsushi retreats further back, still offering rambling apologies under his breath.

Fukuzawa silences him with a nod, tissue still tightly clutched to his nose. “I’ll be id mby office. Please sedd the docdor idn soodn.” 

“Of course, president-” Kunikida begins, pausing for- 

“HRSHHuh-! ERSHH’oo-!” 

Before finishing with a softer, “And bless you.”

#waterfallasks #waterfalldrabbles #i always have fun writing group agency scenes #i just think they're so fun i adore them #hopefully you enjoy this~! #thank you for both requests~~