#3am makeovers

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contents ౨ৎ ⋆ h. shinsou x fem reader. 5k words — fluff. cursing. comforting insecurities. friends to secret lovers.

⭑ shenanigans with your not-so-secret boyfriend ft. sleepovers with eri, a cat eating pizza on you at 3am, your classmates being nosy, and an aquarium date.

note: your quirk is forensic sight! so ur gc name is the way it is bc ur eyes lol get it

You choke back a laugh as a very focused Eri puts yet another sticker on Hitoshi’s face. 

Snacks and pillows are strewn around the inside of the blanket fort the three of you finished building moments before. Stiller than a rock, your calm best friend sits there cross-legged so that Eri can give him a makeover of unicorns, stars, and rainbows. 

“Do you think he looks pretty yet?” Eri tilts her head at you.

“Like a real-life princess.” You giggle. “Good job, Eri!” 

“Yay!” She happily high fives the hand you hold up for her. “Do you feel pretty yet, Hito-nii?”

“I feel so bonita.” Hitoshi deadpans, sending you two into another fit of giggles.

“You were pretty already, Toshi,” you coo, rubbing a thumb over the sticker of a cat making sushi on his cheekbone. Mr. Aizawa must have bought that one for her.

Hitoshi pretends to shyly gaze at you from under his long lashes. “Aw, really?”

His lips curve into a lazy smile, and a heat that you’re all too familiar with rises up your neck, you turn away–a little too quickly, to Hitoshi’s amusement.

“Nevermind you’re ugly.”

He laughs and the heat creeps up to your cheeks.

Such a simple sound, yet that soft, husky voice of his always manages to make your insides a mushy mess, even when you had painfully tripped over his cat, Celery, when he transferred and first moved into the dorms with your class.

The normally stoic, reserved purple-haired boy had doubled over with an uncontrollable wheeze, supporting himself on the sofa as your groaning self was sprawled across the floor. 

God, they were lucky they were both cute.

Yet, you couldn’t help but smile as he reached a hand out to help you up, the other still covering his mouth. 

That was the first time you made him laugh, and now, you’ve heard it so many times that you could finally stop counting on both your hands’ fingers but you still wanted more.

“Want me to paint your nails, Eri?” You ask, scooting over to your bedroom’s drawer. 

You open it, your own light blue nails painted a color that reminds you of the sea against the pastel pink of the treasure box you take out. It had a heart-shaped diamond on the latch. 

The heavy box was filled with a collection of nail polish the girls in your class usually used for their sleepovers as well, and new bottles, mostly varying shades of apple red, started mysteriously appearing the day after Eri said she had never gotten painted her nails before. 

“Yes!” Eri’s eyes sparkle. “Can I please have matchy nails with Hito-nii?”

“Of course, sweetie.” You smile. She was adorable. 

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “You sure you want yours black this time, Eri?”

“Yes!” She huffs stubbornly. “Like dad’s clothes and those things under your eyes!”

“Hey!” He protests. She shares a mischievous look with you and you both giggle, catching the pillow Hitoshi gently throws at you. 

“Oreo wouldn’t treat me like this.” Hitoshi reaches out to ruffle Eri’s hair and she squeals in protest, batting his hand away. 

Eri holds up the oversized panda plushie he was talking about. It was comically bigger than her, and you had to bite back a laugh.

The moment you two spotted it in the claw machine outside Shinsou’s favorite cat cafe near campus, you knew you had to win it to add to her ever growing collection of stuffed animals.

With a grin, you remember the huge sigh of relief Shinsou let out when it finally fell into the chute.

“Duh he wouldn’t ‘cause you’re his twin!”

Hitoshi mock gasps. “Take that back.” And tickles her neck, barely dodging as you throw the pillow he threw earlier back at him. 

“Woah!”

Except much, much harder.

“Don’t worry Eri, I'll protect you!” You grab another nearby pillow and throw it at him, which he easily catches in mid-air with one hand like it was a frisbee.

“Aw.” You pout. Mr. Aizawa was training him a little too good now.

Eri pats your arm to console you. “It’s okay I appre-shee—apree-shee—“

“Appreciate?” You offer, and her face brightens as she nods.

“Appree-shee-ate. You. For trying.” She finishes shyly.

“Aw, thank you Eri. I appreciate you too.” 

Hitoshi’s eyes soften at the sight of you two. 

“What about me?”

You scowl. “You can go duck yourself, Toshi.”

“Love you too.”

Eri suddenly gasps. 

“Dad says that to Uncle Zashi too!”

Despite already knowing the answer, Hitoshi and you turn to look at her suspiciously.

“…Which one?”

As if he knows you’re talking about him, Aizawa yells down the hallway.

“Eri, brats, pizza’s here!”

───────── 

“Can I have another hug?” Hitoshi asks coyly after class one day. 

The bell had just rung, and you roll your eyes at his leaning form on the wall of the almost empty hallway. 

Everyone was leaving for lunch.

Except you two, but that was Hitoshi’s fault.

“I just gave you one!”

“Oh no.” He places a dramatic palm to his forehead. “I think I’m going to pass out because of someone if I don’t get a hug in the next five seconds.”

“Greedy ass.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

He hides a grin, shuffling closer to close the gap between your bodies. 

Hitoshi smells like fresh linen with hints of sunshine, probably from his daily bike ride he took around campus before class started, and the coffee he brewed this morning. 

A sense of comfort settles into your bones as the familiar scent envelopes you, and you breathe it in. 

He softly tucks your head under his chin as you nuzzle your face deeper into his chest, your headache from taking the quiz in Ectoplasm’s class earlier now long gone.

“Did you know that when cats see that it's raining outside a window, they go to another window in the same room to check if it's still raining outside?” Hitoshi randomly whispers.

“I did not know that.” You giggle. His lips feel ticklish on your hair. “Does Celery do that too?”

“All the time.” Hitoshi grins. “I have a video from yesterday’s storm, I’ll show you in the cafeteria.”

“Ooh okay!”

He straightens, and takes your hand, your fingers easily lacing through his as you both start to head in the direction of the dining hall. 

When you trip over nothing, he snorts, already expecting it, and catches your waist before you take a fall that will be difficult for your ego and your knees to recover from.

“Careful,” he says as you clutch onto his school uniform in relief, and you swear that already deep, smooth voice of his drops an octave on purpose, almost sending you to the ground again.

Hitoshi’s thumb is still tracing small circles on the back of your hand as the both of you join the line for the traditional school lunch. You could try a different cuisine tomorrow. On today’s menu was miso seaweed soup with a side of grilled fish and a milk bread roll along with, of course, rice.

You feel a vibration on the side of your leg, and for the umpteenth time this school year you thank UA for adding pockets to the school uniform’s skirts as you slip your phone out. The jellyfish charm Hitoshi got for your birthday last year dangles from your case.

Surprise, surprise, it’s the class group chat.

-forklift uncertified -

it’s barbie bitch 

guysss guess what i sawwww

invisi-girl 

IS IT TODOROKI IN A PINK TUTU

 

pikachew

girl what 

invisi-girl 

u guys don’t get the vision

i saw it in a dream last night

the rock 

nah i get it dude

that would be so manly

ice spice 

I would not be completely opposed to the idea

invisi-girl 

SEE

it’s barbie bitch 

it’s even better >_<

it’s barbie bitch 

hitoshituckingyourhair

behindearwithasoftsmile.png

mochi cheeks

OHMYGOD!?1?2?2

SOCUTEEEEETES

airpods with wires

i saw that

airpods with wires 

can yall not flirt before lunch 

next time i’m gonna throw 

up before i get to eat

sue you 

AWWWW OUR LITTLE BABYS ALL GROWN UP

forensic balls [you]

FUCK U GUYS IM 17

yaomomo

exactly

a Baby :)

forensic balls [you]

yaoyao ur supposed

to be on my side </3

yaomomo 

sorry my love i cannot 

deny the facts </3

pikachew

Nahhh only shinsou can call her that guys ;))))

airpods with wires

wah wah wah

forensic balls [you]

one more word and i’m gonna change the gc name to fornite jiggle physics 

sue you

NO

yaomomo

No thank you

my chemical romance

what a mad banquet of darkness

it’s barbie bitch

babe look me in the

eyes this isn’t like you 

forensic balls [you]

try me. 

pikachew

DO ITTTTTTT

forensic balls [you]

ok just bc u told me to 

i won’t now 

scotch tape 

dayum rip denks

forensic balls [you]

also not my fault u guys 

have early ass birthdays smh

shirt guy

Senior citizen core fr

forensic balls [you]

ily midoriya

shirt guy

ilyt pookie xx 

kazoo-ki

Girl u aint slick

shirt guy

You’re so late omg

pikachew

bro has us on mute

kazoo-ki

shut up dunce face

kazoo-ki

How tf do I change my name

mochi cheeks

LMFAO

wiki-how

Bakugo it is fairly simple. 

wiki-how

First you click on your profile, then your personal settings. 

wiki-how

From there you press “Change Display Name” and you should be able to enter your name of preference. 

kazoo-ki 

K

better than you

Thanks glasses ig

wiki-how

You are very welcome.

kiri the rock

nice one dude!

sue you

wow egotistical much

better than you

You wish yours was as big as mine

pikachew

that’s what he said

it’s barbie bitch

omg it just hit me

it’s barbie bitch

the first person to 

finally get bitches in our class 

it’s barbie bitch

i’m so happy i could cry

pikachew

I GET BITCHES

sue you

yeah over the screen 

we're talking irl

pikachew

leave me and my otome games alone

forensic balls [you]

real 

forensic balls [you]

AND IM NOT DATING HITOSHI

it’s barbie bitch

HITOSHI????????

airpods with wires

first name basis is crazy

forensic balls [you]

fuck i mean *shinsou

scotch tape

y’all smell that

the rock

peeeyew

pikachew

smells like sum bullshiiii

kazoo-ki

Could’ve fooled me

yaomomo

You aren’t??? :(

yaomomo

But I wrote a reminder to wish 

you two happy anniversary and 

even bought tea to celebrate!

forensic balls [you]

….for what date

yaomomo

April 1st :(

forensic balls [you]

………………

airpods with wires  

@ it’s barbie bitch we can see u

across the cafeteria u are BAWLING

eyebags

what the fuck

Hitoshi bites back a laugh as your widened eyes meet his, glancing up from your phone.

“Not dating, huh?” He grins.

You groan and pinch his arm. “I panicked okay! I didn’t know what to tell them.”

“Hmm, do you want me to?”

“I mean, only if you want to.” You shyly play with his fingers. 

“I kind of like us being a secret from them for a little longer. It feels… nice.”

Hitoshi smiles. “I know what you mean.” He wrinkles his nose. “Though they’re so nosy it looks like they figured it out already.”

“Pffft, yeah.” Mina could definitely sniff out a relationship from miles away, no matter how much PDA you tried to sneakily do in empty hallways.

Hitoshi squeezes your hand in reassurance.

“I like it too.” He leans over, and your eyes are forced to meet the dark violet of his.

The side of Hitoshi’s soft-looking lips, courtesy of the strawberry chapstick he stole from you before class this morning, quirk up as he looks down at you with soft eyes, the ones he reserves for you and random cats he sees on the road.

“Chapstick thief,” you mutter.

“Oh, you want it back?” Hitoshi grins. “Kiss it off me then.”

Your cheeks grown warm. “Not here!”

“Good,” He smirks.

“I prefer keeping you all to myself, anyway.”

   ───────── 

“What’s wrong?” 

He’s crouching down so that your eyes have no choice but to meet his from your spot on the bean bag.

He gently pushes the switch in your hands down to your lap and pokes your thigh. You squirm away ticklishly. 

“Tell me.”

“No.” You huff, picking your switch back up. “I just wanna play Stardew, leave me alone.”

“Darling.”

Your face flushes at the pet name, and he smirks. His secret weapon still works without fail. Hitoshi didn’t even need to activate his quirk to have you under his thumb. 

“You’re not going to feel better if you keep it in. Tell me what’s wrong.”

His nails are still pink, you faintly notice, trying to distract yourself from your very attractive, very insistent boyfriend in front of you with his comforting hands placed on your thighs.

You painted his left hand, and Eri painted his right at the last sleepover you had together. She had insisted that he should match nails with her this time, since she matched with him last week.

It was already terrible and impressive that Hitoshi was a people-reader, even worse that he knew what to do to make you fold so easily and open up.

Curse you Hitoshi, you and your disposition for healthy communication.

You should have never recommended that therapist to him.

“I don’t know,” you finally mumble. He tilts his head, showing you that he’s listening. 

“I just feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Deserve what, sweetheart?” He asks. The softness in his voice is unbearable and what you've been bottling up for weeks finally spills out.

“I feel like I don’t deserve it when good things happen to me.”

Hitoshi blinks, then lets out a snort. Which turns into a full blown laugh coming from his chest.

You shove his face away and he falls on his butt, still chuckling. 

“You’re making fun of me!” You say indignantly.

“Sorry, sorry, I just–” He coughs, and takes a breath to recollect himself. 

“You say a lot of dumb shit and I think that's the worst thing I’ve heard you say.”

You pout. “I’m feeling very invalidated right now.” Hitoshi rolls his eyes, and his hands reclaim their spot on your skin, except this time he’s gently cupping your face in his hands. 

He’s not used to comforting people, but you can see that he’s trying.  

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, and you inhale sharply. “You’re kind, you’re intelligent, and I see you try so hard everyday. You always do a good job when you set your sights on something. Why don’t you deserve good things?”

“I don’t know.” Your gaze is numbly pinned to the silver chain around his neck, the one with a little crescent moon on it that he wears everyday, not even taking it off when he goes to sleep. The one you gave to him. 

“That’s okay.”

His thumbs caress your cheeks, and you think you can breathe a little easier. 

“Let's think of it this way,” Hitoshi says, still cupping your cheeks, grounding you. “It’s not about whether you deserve it or not. Do you want it?”

You finally meet his eyes, and answer with a voice shakier than you’d like it to be. 

“I do. I want good things for myself.”

“Atta girl,” Hitoshi says with a proud quirk of his lips. 

You stare at him, your heart suspended in your chest, feeling better but still looking a bit unsure.

Hitoshi notices this from the way you start biting the inside of your cheek, and he leans his forehead against yours. You freeze. 

He smells like fruit, like freshly washed blueberries and those ripe strawberries in the kitchen in the dorm’s fridge. “That’s more than enough. We can work from there.”

There’s still a worried furrow between your eyebrows.

“Come on, sweetheart. We can go to the aquarium you love this weekend.”

He smirks as you perk up at that, drinking up the rare, shy expression suddenly on your face again, and leans down to your ear. 

“You’re so easy,” Hitoshi whispers. 

You grumble, you could hear that stupid grin in his voice.

“Sorry, I can't hear you with your face in my chest.”

You raise your head to glare at him and his heart soars. There was his girl.

God, his smug face was starting to irritate you more and more. "I said that if you were my husband I'd poison your tea!" 

“If you were my wife, I'd drink it."

   ───────── 

-thot pockets -

it's barbie bitch

omg guess who i just saw 

cuddling in front of the tv

it's barbie bitch

youwrappedlikeaburritoinhitoshisarms.png

dating allegation #1 

MINA WTF DELETE THAT

dating allegation #1 

WHY R U STALKING US

[dating allegation #2 saved an image]

dating allegation #1 

BRO WHOS SIDE ARE YOU ON

dating allegation #1 

PURPLE MINION LOOKING BITCH

dating allegation #2

ok forensic penis

dating allegation #2

who changed my user

pikachew

me

cuz u guys are NOT beating 

them :laughcry::laughcry:

ice spice

I am just confused as to why 

you two are sitting on each other 

ice spice

When the rest of the couch 

appears to be unoccupied

ice spice

Perhaps this is a new 

procreation method?

mochi cheeks

TODORKIWHATHAHVDHSHA

pikachew

LMDFAOOOOOOOOO

ice spice

? 

dating allegation #1 

WHATTHEFUKC

the rock

never change bro 

sue you

IACTAULKYLCANT BREATHE HELP

it’s barbie bitch

ME NEITEHHR

dating allegation #2

Whenever my eyebags get darker

dating allegation #2

Just know I blame it on all of you

   ───────── 

“Celery?” You mutter, rubbing your bleary eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Mrow.” The cat continues eating the slice of… pizza? On your chest.

It looks like the one that you and Hitoshi ordered earlier after quizzing each other for Present Mic’s exam.

 

“I love you so much but I am so confused.”

You reach for your phone to text Hitoshi, your still-asleep hands fumbling a bit on the nightstand.

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

us 

you [12 hrs ago]

literally us <3

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

want to order takeout and 

watch ouran highschool after

we study for tmrws exam

you [12 hrs ago]

yes please omg

you [now – 03:24]

hey

can u explain why ur daughter

is eating pizza on my boobs

at 3am

toshi [03:30]

whar

?

toshi [03:31]

OHfMGOD

CELERU

Not even five minutes later, he’s knocking on the door to your room. You open it, and the sight of a very sleepy looking Hitoshi greets you. His already unruly bedhead is even messier than usual and you’re pretty sure he’s wearing his shirt backwards. Did he put it on before coming over? 

Wait.

You blink, long and hard, banishing the thoughts of a groggy, very shirtless Hitoshi lying in his bed, with the light of his phone screen illuminating his handsome features as he replies to your text. Those four hours of sleep must finally be hitting you.

Hitoshi sees you blinking, and takes it as a sign you’re still in shock at the pizza monster in your lap.

He gives an awkward pat to your shoulder in reassurance.

“I think this is just how she shows affection.” Hitoshi stares down at Celery fondly.

The way you stroke her fur so softly makes his chest feel warm and tingly.

“Does she eat leftover pizza off your chest at three in the morning?”

“...No.”

“Hah. She said she likes me better. ” You smirk victoriously. “Isn’t that right sweetie?”

The calico cat purrs as you scratch her ears, a bit of tomato sauce under her chin. Hitoshi exaggeratedly puts his hand over his heart at this scene of betrayal.

“Seriously? Celery, I took you off those streets and raised you like I was the one pregnant with you for nine months.”

“Mrow.” She bumps her head against your hand.

“Pfft, give it up Toshi. It’s time for you to hand over the adoption papers.”

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “Or we could just share custody.”

“What?” Your cheeks grow warm. “You want me to be her mom?”

“I mean you kind of already are. Look at her,” he says, eyes softening as he looks at the two of you. 

Celery has her paw on your arm. After eating until her little tummy was full, she was already starting to doze off.

“She takes after me.”

You let out a derisive snort.

“Yeah you looked just like that after our binge marathon today too."

“Not in that way.”

He smirks at your confused reaction.

“Then what do you mean–”

At that moment, Celery decides it’s the perfect time to snuggle into your tank top, smearing what’s left of the pizza on her face all over it.

Hitoshi’s eyes widen. He laughs, covering his mouth.

You’ve never been so glad you chose to wear black to sleep.

   ───────── 

“Trouble child, you’re here.”

“Hi Mr. Aizawa.” You roll your eyes. “When are you going to stop calling me that, it’s getting old.”

“When you stop getting into trouble.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

“The kid’s almost ready.” He snorts. “About damn time. Been up since six.”

“He has?” Your eyes widen. “For what?”

Your teacher smirks. “Nerves. Isn’t this his, what, tenth time taking you out though?”

A flustered Hitoshi suddenly appears from behind him with a light pink dusting his cheeks and steers Aizawa back to the door. “O-okay dad that’s enough.” 

He’s cutely dressed in a soft-looking grey cardigan over a white shirt and black wide-legged pants. 

This had to be the most boyfriend he’s looked, ever, and he looked very boyfriend all of the time. 

“Hitoshi?” You do a little twirl for him in your own outfit. “Fire or nah?”

He looks up from his phone, where he’s googling the bus route to the aquarium, except his eyes linger. Without skipping a beat, he responds.

 “Fire.”

“Toshi, you’re staring.”

“Of course I’m staring.” He says it with a tone like 'what else would I be doing?'

You shyly fidget with the edge of your shorts. “Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Hitoshi reaches out a hand, like he hasn't just casually left you breathless, and his own eyes soften as he notices your starry-eyed look. 

“Let’s go, you crybaby.”

“Damn. I was going to say you look handsome too, but I don’t remember being the one who sobbed my eyes out watching Your Name last night.”

The tips of his ears turn red.

“Shut up.”

“Was like our fifth rewatch too.”

“Shut up before I kiss you.”

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both."

‧₊˚ 🐚 ✩ ₊˚ 🌊 ⊹ 𓇼

Hitoshi’s lips twitch as he sees your eyes light up at the sight of the sign pointing in the jellyfish exhibit’s direction. “You’re adorable.”

“Thanks.” You grin. “You’re slow.”

You take him by the arm, your brain faintly registering how muscular his bicep is despite holding it so many times, and drag him along. 

In their tanks, the glow of the moon jellies fills the darkness in front of them as other visitors murmur around you two in awe. Blue light reflects off the water and through the glass, illuminating your boyfriend’s dreamy features and you can’t help but admire how pretty he looks.

Hitoshi turns from watching the jellyfish to face you, fingers now lacing through yours. You don’t look away. 

A soft smile flickers across his face when he catches you staring at him.

“This reminds me of when we first met.”

You smile. You remember. He was the one Mina relentlessly teased you for staring at, which you completely denied at the time.

“Why’re you so thirsty?” You remember her whispering into your ear at the Sports Festival in your first year. The both of you were sitting in your class’s designated spots in the stands.

Your eyes had widened, scandalized. 

“I am not!”

“Please. You’re totally staring at him.”

“Who?”

“Shinsou Hitoshi.” She grinned. “Cute, right?”

Of course she paid attention when they announced his name specifically. 

You could never remember anyone’s, and she probably saw you looking at his picture for a little too long when it appeared on the Jumbotron’s screen, announcing that his match with Oijiro was about to begin. 

“Not really,” you lied, a bad attempt at feigning disinterest. 

Like your eyes hadn’t been trailing down his lean figure the moment his next match started. 

Or noticing how attractive it was the way he casually folded his arms when he taunted Midoriya, or wondering in your mind if his perpetual bed-head was as soft as it looks. 

Mina turned to you, smirking at your slightly dazed expression.

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind if I told him you had some questions about his quirk and wanted to talk about it after this, riiight?”

“What?” You shake your head furiously. “I mean his quirk is really interesting but–ugh Mina, no!” 

“For the plot!” She waggled her eyebrows.

You nudged her knee with a huff. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Nooo, I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Mina eyed you cheekily. “I won’t call him over.”

“Oh thank god.”

“But only if you admit he’s your type.”

You groan. “Okay fine. I think he’s hot, happy?”

“Very.” Your best friend laughs, pure happiness indeed written all over her face. You can see the matchmaking gears already turning in her head. “I just know you too well, babe.”

You roll your eyes. “Sometimes I really wish you didn’t.”

“Come on, you guys would be so cute together though.” She sighs dreamily. “Forensic sight and mind-control? Plus you’re both hot as fuck? Talk about a power couple.”

“....I think I’m going to go sit with Yaomomo instead.”

Recalling the memory, you laugh. “I know, we kept accidentally making eye contact after your second match because our seats were right across from each other.”

“That awkward prolonged eye contact in the stands might’ve been how I started crushing on you.”

You smirk. “You had a crush on me? That's so embarrassing.”

“I know.” He rolls his eyes, softly tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Worst decision of my life.”

You hold Hitoshi’s hand tighter as you step closer to his side to get a better view of the tank. 

“Glad the feeling is mutual.” 

You spot it before he does.

“Oh my god Toshi. We need to get this for Eri.”

He spins around from the collection of the aquarium’s official shirts for sale, a shirt with a print of a whale shark in his hands. 

“Wha–oh my god.”

Hitoshi stares at the giant penguin plushie you’re holding in front of you. 

It was bigger than you–no, bigger than him even.

“Not sure if it’s going to fit on the train home, but we’ll make it work.”

   ───────── 

"Can you teach me how to draw a unicorn too, Eri?" Hitoshi asks.

You had already asked Eri before him seconds ago so you stick your tongue out at Hitoshi, mouthing ‘copycat,’ and he tilts his head down to quickly kiss your neck, making you giggle. 

He still has a pink bow wrapped around his bicep from when you three played dress up an hour ago, and you fight the urge to laugh again at how silly he looks.

Eri is too focused on her drawings to care about either of you, and after she scribbles around a little more, she turns to face her older brother.

“Yeah!” She hands him a red crayon. “Okay, so first you draw half of a circle.”

Hitoshi follows Eri’s instructions.

He lifts his hand, which nearly covers the paper, to reveal a red ‘C’ that looks like it got run over by a truck.

“No, no not like that! Erase it.” She frowns disapprovingly, hands on her hips. “You’re really bad at this Hito-nii.”

“Please Eri-sensei. I'm trying my best.”

“Try harder!” She turns away with a huff, then peers over at your paper. 

“Ooh yours looks so good!” Eri claps, and you smile proudly. 

“It’s all thanks to you, Eri.” You reach out to fix her pigtail that was starting to slip out of the cat-patterned scrunchie, and she giggles, holding still for you. 

Hitoshi grumbles. “This smells like favoritism.”

“That’s ‘cause your unicorn looks Celery’s poop!” Eri chirps. Then she runs away to the kitchen right before you double over in laughter at Hitoshi’s extremely offended face, clutching onto his broad shoulders for support. 

“She said your drawing looks like shit!” You snort, and he groans.

Celery’s ears perk up in Hitoshi’s lap and she meows, looking in your direction. You hold out your arms. “Celery, you want uppies?”

She ignores them and decides to sit in your lap instead, purring softly.

“Mrow.”

“Yeah? And then what?” You coo, gently rubbing her fuzzy forehead, and her eyes close in contentment.

She mewls again, pawing at your sock and you laugh.

“Okay, okay I’ll tell him.” 

Looking up at Hitoshi, he tilts his head the same way Celery does when you talk to her. 

You bite back a laugh, you’re not sure who’s the cat in the room at this point.

“What did she say?” He asks you curiously.

All you do is blink slowly at him in response.

Hitoshi’s brows knit in confusion.

Then his eyes widen, a soft pink starting to color his cheeks.

Shyly, he slowly blinks back.

Suddenly, the gray-haired girl comes back from the kitchen, apples Aizawa sliced like rabbits for her on a plate in her hands. 

You’re still slowly blinking at each other as she walks through the door.

Eri looks at the both of you weirdly.

“What are you two doing?”

“Mrow.”

teehee hitoshi’s the pb to ur jelly(fish) get it

[glowettee]

hiii! i love your acc, it's so cute :3 i was wondering if you could do a post about self-love, it's something i've been struggling w/ lately. thank youuu

uncommon but life-changing self-love practices (that actually work) 🎀

posted by: glowettee

hey angel! thank you for this question in my mailbox! and ahhhh thank you so much you're so sweet!! i'm sorry this post was a little late, self-care is soooo important, i want to give you some tips that you don't hear to often that i do in my self-love journey! i'll share some not-so-obvious self-love practices that literally changed my life! ♡

♡ redefining your space psychology because your environment shapes your self-perception:

bedroom makeover with intention:

rearrange furniture to face the sunrise (this literally changed my morning mindset!)

create a "victory wall" with tiny achievements (i put up a photo of my first B- grade that turned into an A-)

place mirrors strategically (not just for selfies, but for daily affirmations)

use color psychology (i painted one wall rose quartz pink in my room and it actually improved my mood)

create a dedicated self-love corner (mine has fairy lights, positive letters from friends, and little trinkets from my childhood, along with printed photos from pinterest with self-love affirmations/lists.

♡ morning practices instead of basic routines, try these instead:

the "main character energy" morning:

write how your day went (successfully) and about yourself in third person (like "mindy gracefully picked up her pen, to conquer calculus, she did all her chores, and even studied japanese for 2 hours.")

practice "mirror dating" (spend 5 mins having an actual conversation with yourself - it's weird but works!)

create a "today i choose" list (instead of a to-do list)

dance to one song before doing anything else (i do taylor swift, or newjeans obviously)

write a love letter to a body part you're struggling with (i wrote to my uncooperative hair and now we're besties <3)

♡ digital self-love (but make it intentional) because we live online but need boundaries:

phone transformation:

change your passwords to affirmations (mine is a variation of "mindyisworthy2025")

create a folder of your awkward photos (embrace the cringe! and laugh with your friends, its so fun)

record yourself modeling, or pretending your a celebrity or k-pop idol

take selfies without filters (document your real smile)

set random alarms with love notes to yourself

hide little sticky notes with cute reminders about yourself in your room, so when you stumble upon it a month later it'll make you smile!

social media rebellion:

post the photos you'd usually delete (even if it's made private)

share your real study space (messy notes and all)

document your growth journey (even the uncomfortable parts)

create a finsta for your completely unfiltered self

make reels about your self-love journey (even if they're private)

♡ physical self-love (the weird but effective version) not basic bubble baths:

unexpected body appreciation:

thank your body parts for specific things ("thank you hands for letting me write my study notes")

have a private dance party in weird places (i do this in elevators when i'm alone)

wear your prettiest clothes to study, or even to the grocery store (even if no one sees)

make up your own choreography to your favorite songs

make your own workout or stretching routine with different stretches/exercises you make up yourself

comfort zone expansion:

try eating alone in public (start small - i began with coffee shops)

wear that "special occasion" outfit to class

speak up in class even if your voice shakes

send yourself flowers to your dorm/apartment (I LOVE DOING THIS EVERY VALENTINES <33)

take yourself on cute dates (let a coin flip decide where you go! or ask google.)

♡ emotional archaeology dig deeper than surface-level feelings:

create an emotion museum:

keep a "weird thoughts" journal (mine has my 3am existential questions)

make a playlist for each mood (even the uncomfortable ones)

collect "emotional souvenirs" (me and my grandmother had a cafe date a few years ago, and i still keep the receipt today)

document your crying sessions (trust me, looking back at these helps)

write letters to your past and future self

validation exercises:

practice saying "my feelings about this are valid" in the mirror

create a "proof of worth" folder on your phone

collect screenshots of nice messages

record yourself giving pep talks

keep a "wins" journal (especially tiny ones)

♡ advanced self-love techniques for when you're ready to level up:

relationship building with yourself:

schedule weekly "self-dates" (i do wednesday coffee dates with myself)

create a personal manifesto (update it monthly)

develop inside jokes with yourself

celebrate monthly self-love anniversaries

create traditions just for you

growth documentation:

take progress polaroids (not just physical)

voice record your daily thoughts

measure growth in unconventional ways (like "times i chose myself")

create time capsules every season

write monthly letters to yourself

self-love isn't just face masks and bubble baths (though those are nice too!). it's about building a deep, weird, wonderful relationship with yourself. it's about becoming your own best friend, confidante, and biggest supporter.

some of these might seem strange at first, but that's okay! the best relationships often have their quirks. start with what feels right and slowly expand your comfort zone. it's not just about practicing self-love, it's also about creating your own unique love language with yourself!

you're doing amazing things just by being you, and i'm so proud of you for prioritizing this journey! remember, the relationship you have with yourself sets the tone for every other relationship in your life.

xoxo, mindy 🎀

[abernafhy]

So picture this: Francis decides his guest bedroom at the country house looks "uninhabitable and vaguely fascist" and insists on a complete makeover. Henry, for god knows what reason (maybe boredom, maybe he lost a bet, maybe Francis guilted him with something like "you owe me for the pig's blood incident"), agrees to come with him to IKEA.

Francis, naturally, treats IKEA like a theatrical set. He's drifting through fake living rooms like he's auditioning for Les Mis, flopping dramatically onto sofas, muttering things like "This entire color palette is a hate crime" and "If I see one more fake fern I’m committing arson."

Henry is horrifyingly competent. He’s pushing the cart in eerie silence, reading product codes with military precision. He reads the Swedish names out loud and pronounces them flawlessly. Francis is unsettled. “Why do you know how to say ‘SKOGSTA’ with such confidence?”

Henry: “It means ‘forest.’”

Francis tries to sneak six packs of novelty cocktail straws into the cart. Henry removes them silently. This happens five times. It becomes a battle of wills. Francis eventually hides them inside a box of tealights. Henry later pays for the entire cart and leaves them in the IKEA parking lot with a subtle: "Happy now?"

When it comes time to assemble the furniture, they almost fistfight over the instructions. Francis insists on winging it. Henry, who has never not followed a manual in his life, physically rips the Allen wrench from Francis’s hand at one point.

At some point, the bookshelf collapses in slow motion and pins Francis’s arm to the ground. He moans, “Tell Richard I died with taste,” while Henry just sighs and lifts it off with one hand.

They finish at 3AM. Francis is wine-drunk and lying on the new rug like it’s a fainting couch. Henry sits on the arm of the newly-assembled loveseat, flipping through a Greek dictionary. Neither speaks for twenty minutes.

The room does, in fact, look stunning.

[spr1ngbunnypvrin]

🤡 Silliest Headcanons Between You & Vanessa 🤡

(Because love can be dumb, and Vanessa is a menace.)

Pre-Glitchtrap Vanessa? Chaotic gremlin who bullies you with love. Post-Glitchtrap Vanessa? Slightly homicidal but still in love.

You’re either doomed or the luckiest person alive. Maybe both.

🌪 Rebellious Phase (Pre-Glitchtrap) 🌪

1️⃣ SCENE KID MAKEOVER (AGAINST YOUR WILL)

One day, Vanessa decides you’re too boring-looking and forces you into a full scene aesthetic.

You get rainbow hair clips, eyeliner wings so sharp they could kill, and fingerless gloves.

"Oh, don’t be a baby. You look like you belong in a MySpace music video. Slay."

She makes you take cringy mirror selfies and posts them without your permission.

2️⃣ SECRETLY SABOTAGING YOUR GAMES

She modifies your favorite game so every time you lose, it says: "Skill issue. Love, Vanessa."

If you rage quit? She just smirks and says, "Damn. That’s crazy. You should try getting good."

3️⃣ "WE’RE DOING CRIMES" BUT IT’S JUST PETTY PRANKS

"Alright, we’re breaking into Fazbear’s."

You think she’s serious—but she just puts googly eyes on every security camera.

Your boss is not amused.

4️⃣ CUDDLES BUT SHE’S A MENACE

Vanessa is the type to steal your blanket and act like she’s asleep.

If you try to get it back, she’ll tighten her grip and mumble, "Survival of the fittest."

🩸 Post-Glitchtrap Chaos 🩸

5️⃣ VANNY RANDOMLY STARING AT YOU AT 3AM

You wake up to see her standing in the corner of the room. Just standing.

"Babe, what the hell are you doing?"

"Just wondering what your organs look like." (she’s joking… probably.)

6️⃣ VANNY PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK BUT IT’S JUST HER JUMPSCARING YOU

She’ll randomly disappear and then pounce on you from the ceiling like a cryptid.

"You need to be more aware of your surroundings, babe."

7️⃣ BEING HER THERAPIST

Vanny: "Do you ever just hear voices telling you to commit atrocities?"

You: "…You should talk to a professional."

Vanny: "I am. That’s you."

8️⃣ GLITCHTRAP IS LOWKEY JEALOUS OF YOU

You swear sometimes the glitch in her voice sounds annoyed when she hugs you.

"They are… a distraction."

Vanessa, snapping out of it: "Shut up, freak. They’re my emotional support human."

[occultradio]

For @gloomiegalaxie-sims femboy friday

geek & goth

Erwin is an old townie makeover, and his husband River, they killed the mother plant together and live in the trailer park in strangerville.

uhhh they've been in my game for probably 5yrs

They grow weed and River plays the violin outside at 3am, don't worry he's max skilled with it

[dragoboros]

Goromi's Teddybear as a charm

One day I had arrived at college and saw this little guy on the ground. He was lost and dirty so I took him home to give him a makeover. No clue if someone misses this toy but it is what it is, maybe it could've gone to the trash instead.

In the past posts, I've drawn

Goromi's Teddybear and "Goromi in Lolita", both drawings which I depict Kiryu as a little bear, so I'd decided to make it a reality and turn it into another DIY RGG stuff I own. (I have a handmade Majima too.. can't afford merch so I make them myself.)

Process of making ♡

Made Kiryu's outfit with paper and tape and painted it all white. (sorry for the terrible picture, it was 3AM when i took it.)

Painted him and his face later.

Varnished him with a glossy varnish (the cum chamber...) for a toy-like look. and later repainted him again because some colors got smudged.

I'll admit he kinda looks like a mouse, but I love him anyways.

[time-can-fly]

The girls harass their brother (they wake him up at 3AM to do makeovers. He loves it but can't let anyone else know that-)

[wintfleur]

₊˚ෆ stella’s relationship with daisy !

━━━ ❛ if you go I’m goin’ too, cause it was always you

ꪆ୧ BASICS !

when did they meet Stella(7) and Daisy(8) met at a figure skating competition in Toronto, Canada , they didn't talk to each other , both of them being too shy. They first talked when they ran into each other at Luke's hockey game that was held at the same rink on the same day. Additionally, David – Daisy’s twin brother – played against Luke’s team often, which often led to the Ahns and the Hughes’ often running into one another.

their first impressions of each other:

to say daisy was impressed (and a little intimidated) by stella’s skills was an understatement. though daisy was never a shy child, watching stella perform before definitely made her a little nervous to perform. but by the time they went to dinner with the hughes, daisy made it a note to speak to her – complimenting stella on her amazing performance.

Stella was in awe as she watched daisy skate, it was obvious that she was very talented and loved the sport. Stella really wanted to become friends with her since she struggled making friends with the other girls. They finally got the chance to speak to each other when their families went out to dinner – and the girls immediately clicked!

favorite memory they have of each other

Stella’s favorite memory of her and daisy, is when the young girls had to go out of state for a figure skating competition with their moms and they decided to let the two girls share their own hotel room (they were next door and there was a connecting door to the rooms – but still the idea of them having their own room was exciting to them) they stayed up way to late eating sweets, listening to music that turned into a playful dance battle, and doing the silly quizzes in the magazines. They ended up falling asleep in the same bed as they watched mamma mia.

Daisy’s favourite memory between her and Stella has got to be the first time Daisy stayed with Stella and her family in Michigan for the summer. The pair of them naturally had to share a room — being the only two girls — spending the entire summer together. Though Daisy was incredibly homesick — due to it being her first time away from her entire family for a long period of time — being around Stella made it easier, as the pair of them did activities like swimming together and curling up on the sofa watching their favourite movies. Daisy had brought her little spa/makeup kit, and the duo spent an entire afternoon giving each other (and Stella’s brothers) makeovers.

ꪆ୧ DETAILS !

songs that represent them

birds of a feather – billie eilish

byob (bring your own best friend) – billlie

ribs – lorde

miracle – txt

chiquitita – abba

invisible string – taylor swift

friends – bts

their contact names for each other

daisy’s (for Stella): pretty dahee 🌷

stella’s (for daisy): my favorite hughes 🌸

contact photos

their tropes sunshine!stella x sunshine protector!daisy, sun x moon, twin flames, sisters from another mister, found family, first friend, bad bitch with a baddie friend

nicknames

stella’s (from daisy): stells, estella, byeol (star in korean), superstar, princess, “the best hughes child”

daisy’s (from stella): babygirl, wife, pretty, petals, dahee (dramatically drags out the e), honey, “the prettiest ahn”

their love languages

stella’s: physical touch, words of affirmation, quality time.

daisy’s: acts of service, gift giving, physical touch.

favorite things to do together baking, karaoke, dancing, shopping, buying and opening kpop albums together, watching kdramas, skating together, getting mani-pedi’s together, coloring

ꪆ୧ THEIR THINGS !

long study dates 

sitting on the kitchen floor and sharing secrets at 3am

trying each others foods + drinks when they order different things

impromptu day trips 

eating ice cream in daisy’s car

filming tik tok dances/trends 

long conversations about the future

staying up late to play video games 

matching pjs 

sharing their netflix passwords and ect. 

making each other playlists 

holding hands even when they are upset with each other 

getting drunk and watching kdramas in daisy’s apartment 

ꪆ୧ FUN FACTS !

Stella and Daisy love going to concerts together! 

They have been to many kpop concerts; ateez, txt, enhypen, twice and aespa

They went to coachella 2023 and 2024 

stella was one of the first people to help daisy with her english; daisy teaching her korean in return

whenever their families go on trips together, stella and daisy always insist on sitting/rooming together.

once on a plane ride, they were seated in front of each other instead of beside, so they passed notes between the cracks of the seats.

daisy often features stella on her videos on youtube and vice versa, the pair of them often vlogging their little dates together 

on stella’s 18th birthday, daisy gifted stella an expensive bracelet with a heartfelt card – getting herself one of her own so they’d match. it’s one of the only pieces of jewelry daisy wears every day. 

fights between the pair are few and far between, though if they end up having a more serious argument, it doesn’t take long for them to make amends.

given how long they’ve known each other, daisy and stella know each other like the backs of their hands. they often tell each other things they don’t even tell their siblings – who of which they’re both close to. 

daisy was one of the first people to know about stella and rutger’s relationship, and in turn, daisy told stella about luke and ethan as soon as it happened.

with this, daisy was also one of the first to know about her impromptu departure to seoul, following stella and luke’s argument.

stella is the one who got daisy to be a little more extroverted in university.

daisy used to have a crush on stella’s brother jack, while stella still has a crush on daisies older brother jihoon 

they often tease each other about this

au masterlist - you can find everything under #👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ Stella Hughes

and everything Stella and Daisy under #໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა : stella and daisy

link too daisy’s au!

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( Stella and daisy own my heart , Daisy is the wonderful oc who’s made by the wonderful @qoqurt we can honestly talk for ours about our girls , I’m so happy with all that we have come up with for them , and I can’t wait for what else we come up with !! )

°. — taglist ( @cixrosie @toasttt11 @bunbunbl0gs @petite-potato4 @winterbarnesblog @yoontwin @iceflwers )

[tacky-jack-with-a-hat]

Before the statehouse I think the states had sleepovers

[Using main 6 as example]

•Florida invited his alligators to his and other states' parties. He also makes his a pool party. Food consists of a waffle House pick up and a variety of stolen snacks. He loves arts and crafts, drinking games, pranks, truth or dare, and 7minutes in heaven. He hates any activity requiring him to sit still.

•California tried way too hard to make it fun and the sleepover ended up awkward. His food is so healthy it isn't food anymore. Loves makeup, manicures, gossip, and bracelet making. Hates humiliating pranks and being left out.

•Gov never wanted a sleepover but everyone showed up to his house one day trying to get him to relax. The states brought food over to share. Loves makeshift spas, board games and sleep deprived conversations about weird hyperfixations that are often incoherent. Hates not knowing where other states are or what they're doing/planning.

•NY also had people show up unannounced but he has a contingency plan to escape/hide. They ordered takeout. Loves dress up, pretend catwalks, watching other states get drunk and do karaoke poorly but sometimes he will join in if it's a musical. Hates small talk and most socialization, especially despises 7minutes in heaven and spin the bottle.

•Texas has a bbq and will take everyone to a rodeo beforehand (occasionally a gun range or strip) . Loves cooking, playing his guitar, western movie nights, and showing off even if it means doing dumb shit. Hates California's sleepovers and any situation where he's upstaged.

•Loui's sleepovers consist of actual sleepover activities with a bonus of witchcraft. Food is either made himself or a drive thru. Loves ghost stories, Ouija boards, bloody mary, spells, star signs, fortune telling, curse jars and the game spin the bottle he rigged it with magic to always get his crushes. Hates non-believers and the occasional ghost he accidentally summons.

Sleeping arrangements:

•California will go into a different room to change. He curls into a ball to sleep and tries not to touch anyone to not bother them.

•Florida will roll on top of people, stretched out taking most room.

•Gov tries to hoard the bed or the couch, wears a sleeping mask and goes through an entire routine.

•NY sleeps furthest away from people. Has been known to sleepwalk (city that never sleeps makes pizza in his sleep while singing mean girls).

•Texas has the worst luck and gets trapped between Florida and Loui. He cannot sleep whatsoever.

•Loui will cuddle anyone in his sleep while sleeptalking (sometimes his sleeptalking is cute- other times he's threatening to skin you alive)

•Rare times the states just pile ontop of each other.

Team-ups and duos:

•NY and California take makeovers so seriously that no one wants to be their model- Florida was followed by glitter for months.

•If more than one state wants a midnight snack, everyone starts making 3am waffles.

•Florida, Loui, Texas and (reluctantly) NY will become ghost busters at loui's parties.

•Florida will start a duel at Texas's parties.

•Gov, NY and Cali bond over being awkward at sleepovers and spa gossip.

•Texas, Florida and Loui gets drunk and decide to prank the other three

Misc:

One time the State's woke up with the -stolen- declaration of independence... They spent the rest of the night trying to work out who stole it (imagine a 1920s noir murder mystery)

[jullisaway]

i might've stayed up til 3am making townie makeovers and a sim for @druidberries berry's garden cas challenge🤭

[deepcolorobserver]

Scenario: hanging out with my lesbian friend fairly regularly, we're close but aren't interested in each other because of the whole I'm not a woman thing, but we're good friends. One day, when we're watching something on the TV, sitting close, but that's not uncommon, she gets up suddenly. Stands in front of me, takes my hands.

"Let me give you a makeover!" She smiles, and pulls me up.

"I'm a guy, I dont want a makeover." I say. I'm uncomfortable and she can tell.

"Let me try and convince you." She says with a wink before pulling me towards her bathroom. She talks while she works, doing my makeup and putting me unto some of her clothes. I kind of space out through the whole thing, not really listening or paying much attention

Suddenly, it's done. She makes me cover my eyes and pulls me into her room, to the full body mirror. I love it, the skirt and little crop top, the extentions meticulpusly clipped in. I'm beautiful, with sparkling eyes and a flawless contour. My body suits her clothes, but I think they'd look better on her floor. I know I'm a girl. I was always a girl. This trans man stuff wasn't real, anyway. I hug her and thank her.

"You look great!" She says, looking me up and down. It's hungry. I know what she wants, and I step closer.

"I've been told I'm pretty good between a girl's legs." She laughs and takes my hand.

"Dont worry, tonight, I'll take care of you."

And then we fuck until like 3am or something.

[d4isywhims]

it's almost 3am and i have a very strong urge to give my tumblr page a complete makeover hmmm