#I’ve had this in the drafts for a while

[tikosblogg]

Meet n Greet… Noah Drabble..

Warning: none just pure cuteness.

A/N: This has been rotting in my drafts forever. I decided to post it while I’m working on Ch 2 of who am I? It should be up by one day this week!

Bad omens. My favorite band. Here I was watching them live, along with my four year old lily.

A questionable parenting choice, perhaps, taking a small child to a metal concert. But Lily loved them. I’d played their music constantly since she was born. “There Is A Hell, Believe Me I’ve Seen It. There Is A Heaven, Let’s Keep It A Secret” was practically her lullaby. Okay, maybe not the best lullaby, but she seemed to like it.

And now, here we were, waiting in line for the meet and greet. Lily, perched on my hip, was a whirlwind of excited energy. Her tiny hands were clapping, her bright blue eyes darting around the room, soaking in the sights and sounds.

Then she saw him.

Noah. The man whose voice had carried me through so many tough times. He was standing with the rest of the band, posing for pictures with a fan.

“NOAH!” Lily’s voice, surprisingly loud for such a small person, sliced through the din. She started waving her hand, her little face alight with pure, unadulterated joy. “Noah! Noah!”

He looked up. His dark eyes, that I’d only ever seen in photos or on a screen, locked onto Lily. A genuine, warm smile spread across his face, transforming his usual brooding expression. He waved back.

Lily squealed, wriggling in my arms, as I sat her down beside me. The line inched forward, each step feeling like an eternity. Finally, it was our turn.

As soon as our feet hit the designated photo area, Lily launched herself forward. She bypassed the rest of the band entirely and barreled straight into Noah, wrapping her arms around his leg in a tight hug.

He laughed, a deep, resonant sound that sent shivers down my spine. He reached down, effortlessly scooping her up into his arms. Lily, now face-to-face with her idol, hugged him around the neck.

“If I’m there’ is me and Mommy’s favorite song!” she declared, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

Noah’s laugh was warm against my ears this time. “Really? I love that song too.”

“Yeah,” Lily continued, her volume increasing with each word, “but Mommy cries when she hears it!”

My cheeks flushed crimson. Mortification washed over me in waves. "Lily, shhh," I hissed, trying to silence her from completely exposing me. It was true. That song always got to me.

Noah looked at me, that sweet smile still playing on his lips. Then, turning back to Lily, and looking around us, as if expecting someone else to be with us, he asked, “Does your daddy not like our music too?”

Lily shook her head vehemently. “I don’t have a daddy.”

The laughter in Noah’s eyes vanished. His expression softened, a flicker of something I couldn’t quite decipher crossing his features. He gave Lily another squeeze, his gaze shifting to me. He mouthed a silent “sorry,” his eyes conveying genuine sympathy.

I shrugged it off, offering a weak smile. It was fine. We were fine.

“I have a mommy,” Lily declared, puffing out her chest with pride. “I don’t need a daddy.”

Noah nodded, his gaze lingering on me just a beat too long. “That’s right. You got your mommy. That’s all you need.”

He looked at me again, his eyes searching mine. Before I could formulate a response, Lily piped up again. “Mommy says she wish you were my daddy, cuz you’re handsome!”

I gasped, instinctively covering my face with my hands. This couldn't be happening. The earth should just open up and swallow me whole. Humiliation pricked at my skin.

Noah and the rest of the band erupted in laughter. It was good natured laughter, but still. I wanted to disappear.

Noah, regaining his composure, looked at me with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, I think your mommy is very pretty too."

My heart skipped a beat. Heat bloomed in my chest, chasing away some, but not all, of the embarrassment.

He reached out his hand. Hesitantly, I took it. His fingers closed around mine, his grip warm and surprisingly firm. He gently tugged me closer, pulling me into his side.

“Come on, let’s get a picture,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

The rest of the band gathered around us, their laughter subsiding into playful grins. I felt a hand on my back, guiding me into place. I was acutely aware of his arm around my waist, the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

Someone snapped a photo. Then another. And another. Each flash of the camera a stark reminder of the surreal situation I found myself in.

Finally, the impromptu photoshoot was over. I fumbled in my bag, pulling out a CD insert of their album. It was a picture of the whole band. “Would you mind signing this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

They happily obliged, passing the insert around for each member to add their signature. Noah was last. He took the marker, his dark eyes meeting mine. He held my gaze for a long moment, something unreadable swirling within their depths.

He scribbled something on the insert, then handed it back to me with a wink. “Was nice meeting you two,” he said, his voice a soft murmur.

Flustered, I thanked them and quickly ushered Lily out of the room. The cool night air felt like a welcome relief against my burning skin.

Back in the car, strapped into Lily's carseat, she chattered excitedly about meeting Noah. I managed a weak smile and started the engine.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I glanced down at the signed CD insert, which was lying on the passenger seat. I picked it up, my fingers tracing the signatures. Then, my eyes landed on something else.

Beneath his signature, Noah had written a phone number. A real, legitimate phone number.

My breath hitched. My heart pounded in my chest. My mind reeled. Was this really happening?

I stared at the number, my fingers trembling. It was a bold move. A completely unexpected move. A move that had the potential to change everything.

I glanced in the rearview mirror at Lily, fast asleep in her car seat, her face peaceful and serene. I looked back at the number.

[kyupidos]

02/14/25 — twisted wonderland <3

lean into your touch — summary. ‘riddle wants to confess to you. he’s trying not to lean into your touch, but he quite likes your presence.”

characters ;; riddle rosehearts , tags ;; reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), romantic fluff

a/n ( OHH ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I WROTE A FIC…oh boy…so this isn’t the best i think, i’m sowwy..but i wanted to get something out for valentine’s day! i intended to write for way more characters than just riddle, but riddle’s was getting so long ( for my taste at least ) and i’ve already been plagued w terrible writer’s block ( hence my break cough ). but hey what’s not to love about riddle and romance <3 i’ll write for other characters w the same concept when i get the chance at least! / oh, and i’m kinda switching up the format?? idk if u can tell.

more under cut!

r. rosehearts

a classical romantic, as expected of riddle. he prepares some roses from the heartslabyul gardens, and spends hours in the mirror of his room practicing a rough draft of the romantic things he has to say to you; because sevens knows he’d end up tripping up here and there if he winged it, and he wants to impress you.

it’s a shame it doesn’t work, though, because of course your presence on such a romantic day gets him flustered when he thinks about the more intimate ideas he shied away from, like going on a secret rendezvous or..’kabedon’ing’? you to confess his love like how he’s read before in romance novels given to him by trey to “study” for his plans with you today.

he succeeds at first, only to be silenced by you getting a bit too close to him, causing his heart to flutter as you just as quickly take hold of his hand, craftily navigating the maze as if you’d practiced going along this specific route.

it was then the two of you were met with one of the maze’s gazebos in a more open area, but to his surprise, it was decorated with a plethora of over the top valentines decorations. in the center, as the two of you approached for easier viewing, he noticed, a little tea set with tea already prepared—still hot, he noticed from the steam emitting from the tea pot, and he can’t help but wonder how far you’d planned this without him knowing.

finally, you bring him to sit beside you, only now letting go of his hand now that you finished guiding him ( though he leaned into the hand hold in defiance for just a split second before realizing how ‘scandalous’ it was ).

“riddle, i know i interrupted your speech, sorry..” you began, and his eyes lit up in slight recognition at the fact you seemed to already be aware of what he was originally planning. “i just wanted a change of scenery i guess!”

riddle immediately nodded his head stiffly, as you prepared the tea for the both of you, and he didn’t fail to notice how you did so while following the tea related rules.

“yes, yes of course..because it’s the most romantic day of the year, correct?”

and just like that, riddle was flustered again as you seemed to smile at him in as much genuinity and warmth you could muster, as if you were congratulating him for getting it ‘correct’.

“exactly!” your smile seemed to grow bigger, and riddle questioned to himself if that was a possible thing, as he looked a bit down from your eyes to notice how you seemed to be a bit nervous and flustered yourself. “you see riddle, since it’s valentines and i’ve been meaning to tell you, i-“

“allow me to finish what i had to say before, [y/n],” he blatantly interrupts, and you wonder if he’s getting back at you for when you did so the first time.

he takes one of the biscuits from the basket laid on the side of the table, and he notes how it doesn’t taste exactly like how trey made it. in fact, it was much more likely you made it yourself, and that alone made him more elated of how far you went for this moment.

“[y/n], i adore you,” and he says this through a shiver down his spine, but he sits up a little more proudly when he notices your more flustered appearance. “and i’d be more than happy if you would be my partner…from now to forever.”

you didn’t respond immediately, but got closer to him, in his personal space as if the table between the two of you didn’t exist in the first place.

“riddle…can i kiss you?” and then you continued, as his breath hitched at the moment, “because i love you too.”

que another moment of stiffness and reddening of his face, which you made a face at that was clearly meant to tease him. he can’t find it in himself to be mad about it, though.

“o-oh…yes, of course! since we’re beloveds now..”

and the moment he approved, you suddenly were leaning in just enough to give him a soft kiss on the lips, before slowly pulling away, leaving him to unconsciously try to lean in to your touch again, before making the choice to control himself as you got up from your chair to approach him more personally.

“let’s go on our own official date then, yeah?”

and this time, he more selfishly leans into your touch as he takes the initiative to hold your hand in his own, joining you as he stood up.

“of course, my…” and he hesitates a bit before you nod, and suddenly he’s much calmer. “my dear. let’s head off then, shall we? i have a much better place for the two of us to spend our time.”

it didn’t go quite as planned, riddle thinks to himself as this time he’s the one who guides you, but at the very least, he can lean into your touch without fail.

thank u for reading!! likes n comments are appreciated!!

[thatpointything]

Screw it, posting a silly crossover I’ve been hyperfixating on for a while here

Poppy Playtime/Elden Ring crossover

Basically, parts of the Playtime Co. factory moments after the Hour of Joy begins are transported to the Lands Between. Of course, things radically change with this sudden new player in the Lands Between as both employee and living toy escape from the chunks of the factory. Another thing to note is that some stuff from Elden Ring such as the Scarlet Rot has unique interactions with some Poppy Playtime stuff. Here’s what I’ve got on the big guys so far. They’re all really just rough drafts but enjoy!

Huggy Wuggy

Experiment 1170’s near-mindlessness made it perfect for it to be maddened by the Frenzied Flame. Nowadays, Huggy Wuggy is known as ‘The Frenzied Candle’ and is the de facto leader of the Frenzied Flame Village. Found as an optional boss there.

Phase 1 theme: A mix of No More Hugs and The Cuckoo Knights

Phase 2 theme: A mix of Happy Room and Formidable Foe I

Mommy Long Legs

Mommy Long Legs, like many other living toys that escaped the pieces of Playtime Co., severely underestimated the Lands Between and she lost one of her arms to Godrick the Grafted (who grafted said arm to himself afterwards) for it. Some time later, she started experimenting with grafting and even magic in an elaborate plan to kill Godrick. Found in the Academy of Raya Lucaria as an optional boss.

Phase 1 theme: A mix of One Last Game and Bloody Fingers

Phase 2 theme: A mix of Arachnophobia and Death’s Kindred

CatNap

CatNap, having left the factory some time after the Hour of Joy, was a staunch follower of the Prototype for the longest time. However, when the Prototype disappeared to seek the skin of gods, CatNap had a crisis of faith. In this state, he was far more vicious than usual, but he later had a change of faith. He turned to worshipping the Erdtree like the inhabitants of the Lands Between. However, he worships the Erdtree in a way that the Golden Order sees as heretical. At some point, he managed to sneak into Leyndell, set up shop in the East Capital Rampart and constructed a crude shrine to the Erdtree there. Nowadays, CatNap is a de facto Golden Order Fundamentalist despite not actually being part of the Golden Order, wearing discarded or stolen pieces of armor from that group. Found as a mandatory boss there, but you can choose not to kill him at the end of the fight and he even has his own questline and ending. The ending is called Age of Madness.

Phase 1 theme (Catnap, Erdtree Fundamentalist): A mix of Get Out and Erdtree Knights

Phase 2 theme: A mix of I Had A Nightmare and Godrick, the Grafted

Pianosaurus

Experiment 1163 was one of the first of the living toys from Playtime Co. to be infected by the Scarlet Rot. And thanks to the Rot’s interaction with the exotic materials that make up the outer shell of Pianosaurus, it quickly became one of the more violent creatures to be born from this kind of interaction. Thankfully, the beast shuns the light of the sun. Found in Gaol Cave heavily infected with and mutated by the Scarlet Rot. Fought as an optional boss there.

Battle theme: Omen Illusion

Yarnaby

Found in Limgrave. Can either be fought for his Remembrance or domesticated, which will give you a tool similar to the Spectral Steed Whistle. And to domesticate Yarnaby you need to give him certain meats, which are as follows…

Boiled Crab

Fireproof Pickled Liver

Immunizing Cured Meat

Well-Pickled Turtle Neck

Sacred Bloody Flesh

Opaline Pickled Liver

These can be fed to Yarnaby in no particular order. As a steed, Yarnaby is arguably better than Torrent in some aspects, as he can fight back when attacked and is faster than Torrent. However, Yarnaby’s main drawbacks as a steed are that he’s too big to go some places and he’s weak to fire.

Battle theme: A mix of All Skein And Bone and Old Warriors

The Doctor

After the event that transplanted parts of Playtime Co. into the Lands Between, it was only a matter of time until the reserve power in the chunk that housed Harley Sawyer ran out. This took a long time. Long enough that deathroot began to sprout in the chunk that housed him, but it eventually happened. However, because of the deathroot, one of the reserve bodies was animated by the power of the plant, with Harley’s soul having been forced inside it. As a result, he effectively became one of Those Who Live in Death, but for reasons unknown, Harley retained most of his soul. Found in Bonny Gaol, which he and several other surviving scientists from Playtime Co. had taken over and converted into a sort of laboratory.

Doey the Doughman

For Doey, he was infected by the Scarlet Rot at some point, which affected him a lot more severely thanks to his nature as a mass of living dough. Despite this, he retained most of his sanity and even managed to turn the Erdtree Sanctuary in Leyndell into an equivalent to the Safe Haven from Chapter 4. Depending on the choices of the Tarnished, when the Erdtree catches fire, this Safe Haven will either be evacuated to the Leyndell Catacombs or be attacked by an Ulcerated Tree Spirit. In the former case, there are minimal casualties and Doey will even give you Lord of Blood’s Exultation (provided you haven’t killed Esgar yet) as a thank you for warning him and advising him and his friends to get to safety. His Scarlet Rot symptoms even seem to be fading away in this case. In the latter case, most of the individuals in this new Safe Haven will have been killed by the Ulcerated Tree Spirit, but Doey will have killed it by the time you find him. And Doey has a mental breakdown like he does in Chapter 4, meaning you have to fight him. He fully succumbs to the Scarlet Rot in Phase 3 of his fight, becoming a being known as The Avatar of Rot.

Phase 1 theme (Doey, the Man of Clay): A mix of It’s All Ruined and Morgott, the Omen King

Phase 2 theme (Doey, Beast of a Thousand Shapes): A mix of Catalyst and Lichdragon Fortissax

Phase 3 theme (Avatar of Rot): A mix of Always Hurt Back and Mohg, Lord of Blood

[pupkashi]

volvi a nacer

gojo feels life start anew now that you’re by his side

a/n: hi hi friends ! this is heavily inspired by this song !! i think it’s so sweet and yeah <3 (unrelated but my bf sent me it i was geeking out for a week ok) ALSO GIGI (@4sat0ruu) I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS SO MUCH MY FELLOW LATINA 🙏🙏🙏; slightly latinx coded reader bc i can !

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translations: mi amor // my love, hermoso(a) // beautiful, mi corazon // my heart, cariño // sweetheart

there was time in gojo satoru’s life that he felt his life had essentially ended. he felt isolated, like no one would ever fill the void he felt in his chest.

he didn’t think he had anyone to lean on when he needed it, opting for a façade of cockiness and jokes when anyone asked if he was alright.

you saw through it all. with a concerned frown on your face as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could and squeezing him.

“i don’t need your hugs, y/n,” he scoffed, hoping you didn’t hear the wobble in his voice, “I’m the strongest, i can take on anything by myself.”

“I’m sure you can, but you don’t have to,” you whispered, not letting go for a second. you heard the tremble in his breath, the hitch in his throat when he heard your next words, “I’m right here, you’ll be okay.”

for a split second satoru saw the world for all its warmth and love rather than its faults and challenges. he felt the love and support he’d only ever imagined, the suns warm rays hitting his skin as you held him tightly.

it faded as you pulled away, and he could hear nobara and yuji yelling in the distance, toge and yuta laughing at something.

“I’ll be here if you need me, okay?” you reassure him, your hand lingers on his shoulder for a bit before you walk away.

you’re only two steps away when you feel satoru gently grab your wrist, letting go not even a second after he did. when you turn to face him he looks shocked, as if he didn’t have control of his own body for a second.

“uh- can-” he stumbles over his words, not knowing exactly what to say and not exactly having the courage to say whatever they were.

“yeah, i can,” you smile softly, taking his hand in yours, “how about we get some food, when’s the last time you had actual food and not take out or sweets?” you question.

satoru rolls his eyes, scoffing before counting the days on his fingers, “it hasn’t been that long,” he mumbles, smiling a bit when you shake your head and laugh at him.

it’s been three years since then, somewhere along the way the line of caring friend and something more had been crossed, pinkies interlinking during movie night, a stolen kiss in a maintenance closet when hiding from an upset yaga.

he’s not exactly sure what’s making him reminisce on that day. maybe he’s recalling the way the sunshine felt on his skin, the way it does now as it pours in through the blinds, landing on his bare chest.

“you didn’t snore this time” you mumble, voice a bit hoarse as you wake up.

satoru grins, “I told you I’d stop,” you can’t help but half laugh, cuddling up to him more, “I’d do anything you ask of me sweets.”

“it’s 9 in the morning and you’re already professing your undying love?” you tease, just barely opening your eyes to look at your lover, who’s already staring right back at you, soft smile adorning his beautiful face.

“would do it all hours of the day if you’d let me,” he replies, not missing a beat. you can only chuckle softly, letting your head rest on his chest. your hair tickles him a bit but he ignores it, focusing on the way your index fingers draws random patterns on his abdomen.

satoru lets his mind wander, he thinks how lucky he is.

how lucky he was to be given a second chance at life, to be able to come back from a place so dark, to now be able to quite literally be bathed in sunlight and tender touches.

“where’d you go?” you whisper, adjusting yourself on your side and letting your arm prop you up. satoru is reeled back in, snowy lashes kissing his cheeks gently as he lays on his side to face you.

“thinking ‘bout how lucky i am,” he mumbles, staring at you for a second before a soft smile overtakes his lips, “I love you.” the words never fail to make you smile, you never miss a beat to respond, “i love you more, angel boy.”

“there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for you, you know that right?” he’s focusing on the fuzz of the blanket rather than your eyes, looking up only when you hum in response.

“what if you have to fight off the most talented swordsman in the world for me?” you tease, he’s smiling at you as he sits up.

“then I’ll get a sword and do what i have to do to not lose you,” he answers like it’s the most simple thing in the world, “I’ve fought off worse haven’t i?” his cockiness makes you roll your eyes and chuckle, sitting up and kissing his cheek before stretching and finally getting out of bed.

“i guess so, you’re too strong for any of my hypotheticals,” you mumble, the taller man following you into the restroom, brushing your teeth together before heading into the living room.

“what do you want for breakfast?” satoru asks, his hands are already reaching for the ingredients for an omelette, recalling how you’d been craving one since last night but fell asleep as soon as you’d gotten home.

“what’s on the menu today, chef gojo?” you smile, moving from the couch to the kitchen bar, watching as he took out four eggs and various veggies and meats.

“how ‘bout that omelette you were dreaming of yesterday, sweetheart?” he’s grinning as he cracked an egg open with one hand over the bowl, a trick you’d taught him that took him the course of two cartons of eggs.

“you’re too perfect mi amor,” the words make his ears turn bright red, face flushed as he continues his fluid movements in the kitchen.

three years ago had someone told you the satoru gojo could make omelettes and crack eggs with one hand you would’ve laughed in their face, betting your life savings and then some against the snowy haired sorcerer.

yet here you are; three years, lots of broken eggs, burnt food and nights in the restroom later- you watch the love of your life make you an omelette.

the two of you eat breakfast over small talk, telling him of your plans for the day.

“I’ve gotta run some errands today, i hope traffic isn’t too bad” you trail off, mentally checking all the things you had to do.

“i can drive if you want,” he shrugs, chugging down the last bit of orange juice in his cup before grabbing your plate and placing them in the sink. “i don’t have anything else going on.”

you smile at your lover, “you don’t have to drive me around everywhere, you know that right?” satoru knew your distaste for being behind the wheel, he only saw it as an opportunity to pamper you and treat you like the royalty you were.

“i know, but i love driving you everywhere,” he grins, walking next to where you were seated and bending over to kiss your temple, “I’ll be your loyal chauffeur for as long as you’ll have me, hermosa.” the word is foreign on his tongue, it slips past his lips naturally, just the way you’d been teaching him common phrases.

“hermosa? who’d you learn that one from?” fighting the smile off your face was a predestined loss, barely hiding how over the moon you were at the new pet name. your words are teasing as you stand from the kitchen bar, stopping right in front of your lover, looking up at him.

“duolingo was hitting on me, actually,” satoru replies, a dimpled smile on his face when your arms snake around his neck, pulling him downwards so his lips met yours.

“can duo fight?” you laugh between kisses, pressing a softer kiss to the tip of his nose before detaching yourself from him.

satoru is ready before you, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching- no admiring, your every move as you get ready. his mind is filled with a whirlwind of compliments he can’t seem to get out, overcome with an overwhelming sense of love for you.

you’re an aura of warmth, kindness and love, and angel sent for him. a caring soul, who nurtured him back to health; through late night calls that ended with you in his apartment or vice versa, gentle reminders and tight hugs helping him through his toughest nights. through forced outings to fairs and arcades, despite his protests that he has been doing things other than working with his students and going on missions (he hadn’t).

it had taken time, but satoru had healed.

your love had healed him.

“oh i can’t do movie night Friday” you frowned, watching as the second and first years trained.

“oh? why’s that” satoru was caught off guard, you’d never been one to cancel on him.

“i- uh- I’ve got a date, actually” you chuckle, staring at your finger nails before looking at the man next to you.

“a date?” he repeated, heart sinking and stomach falling as you nodded with a smile.

“nanami set me up with them, didn’t know he actually had friends besides us,” you smiled, trying your best to ease the palpable tension.

you’d gotten up and left shortly after that, some lame excuse he can’t remember now. he did remember angrily walking into nanami’s office, accusing him of hating satoru and wanting to see him suffer.

“have you thought of- i don’t know, maybe telling y/n how you feel?” kento sighs, trying his best to focus on the report he was filling out before satoru had barged in.

satoru hadn’t thought of that, but he took his friends advice and marched up to you three hours later, confessing his feelings upfront.

“don’t go on that date, they don’t deserve you,” he began, immediately taking you back, “and maybe i don’t either but just give me one chance and i swear you won’t regret it.”

“what’s up with you today? maybe you shouldn’t drive” your words pull him out of his memory, blinking once, then twice before fully coming back to his senses.

“do you remember when you told me you had that date?” he asks, watching as you furrows your brows, the corners of your lips turning upwards as you recall the memory.

“oh yeah! then you confessed like an hour later” satoru nods, blushing a bit. “what about it?” you ask, moving to sit next to him, taking his larger hand in yours, tracing soothing circles into his skin with your thumb.

“i didn’t even know i liked you then,” he admits, “i just felt this terrible feeling in my stomach and yelled at nanami for wanting to ruin my life.” the revelation makes you smile a bit, “he told me to tell you that i liked you and only then did it dawn upon me that i had romantic feelings for you.” satoru laughs at himself now, looking at you with sparkling blue eyes.

“well, you were- and still are a bit of a dummy” you mumble, pulling his arm so satoru can lean against you, letting you rest your head atop his. “my silly angel boy.”

angel boy.

the first time he heard you say that he quite literally stopped in his tracks, smiling from ear to ear before picking you up and spinning you around. ‘say it again!’ he kept asking, blushing just as hard every time the pet name left your mouth.

satoru loves grocery shopping with you, checking off things as you put them in the cart. he thinks you look angelic against the backdrop of produce, heart fluttering as you look for the best bunch of cilantro.

he could do this for the rest of his life, he thinks to himself. the realization makes him bump against the display, thankful nothing fell over.

satoru gojo wants to marry you.

he wants nothing more in his life than to be with you for as long as he could. he wants to spend his mornings and nights besides you, he wants to make you breakfast and help you cook dinner, he wants to wash the dishes because you hate washing them, he wants to wake up to Cumbia and bachata on Sunday mornings as you clean, joining you and singing in broken Spanish as you serenade him with a broom.

it’s not as romantic as he’d once imagined, he thought the realization would come to him as the wind blew through your hair, or the golden rays of the sun kissed your cheeks.

instead he’s watching you pick out a two pack of steak, looking at him with a wide smile, “the prices dropped!” you grin, giddy as you happily put the meat into the cart, practically skipping down the line of raw meats.

he can hear his heartbeat in his ears as he wonder what to do next, mindlessly following you around the grocery store with the cart, every aisle affirming the fact that you’re the only one for him, especially as you tell him to get one sweet treat for the week as you go and get the milk.

he’s staring lovingly at you as you wait in line at the register, watching with interest as your eyes light up, “cariño can you get the eggs? i completely forgot,” he nods immediately, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning on his heel and heading towards the eggs.

satoru lets the thought of marriage ruminate in his mind, recalling the times you’d talked about marriage, agreeing that you’d want to marry him. what if you’d changed your mind since then?

later that week as satoru is passing you the salt, he asks you the question that’s been eating at his mind. “do you still wanna get married?”

you chalk it up to his usual insecurities, turning around and kissing the tip of his nose and both his dimples. “‘course i do, angel boy” you reply, not missing a beat, “why? everything okay?”

satoru nods, eyes fluttering shut when your lips are pressing against his. “everything’s perfect,” he mumbles against you, smiling and chasing your lips for one more kiss before he passes you the butter.

one month later satoru is under the shade the cherry blossom trees give him, with you staring down at him, mouth still agape from seeing him get down on one knee.

“mi corazon, I’ve loved you more than i thought possible, you’ve breathed life into me when i thought there was no reason to keep living, you bring out the best in me everyday,” he begins, hands shaking slightly as you stare back at him, tears welling in your eyes.

“i want to be by your side for the rest of my life, i want to find you in every crowd, save you a seat next to mine and end my days with you in my arms,” satoru tried to ignore the thumping of his heart in his ears, “i want to be the only one lucky enough to be loved by you, will you marry me?”

you’re nodding quickly, mouth still covered before you’re throwing your arms around the snowy haired man- your now fiancé. “of course, yes!” you laugh, sniffling and wiping the tears that had fallen as you squeeze him tightly. “i love you cariño, i love you so so much” you grin, pressing your lips harshly against his, not caring when your teeth bump against his as you both smile, the spring wind causing pink petals to fall around the two of you.

there was a time in gojo’s life when he thought his life was over. he looks back and smiles, how was he supposed to know the best part of his life was only starting?

the void he once felt in his chest was now overflowing with the love and patience you poured into him; sickeningly sweet pet names and tender touches to ease his mind.

satoru can’t help but smile when he wakes up next to you everyday, grateful beyond belief he decided to be vulnerable that day in the courtyard.

“already staring at me lovingly?” you teased, making satoru grin, dimples on his cheeks as he hummed.

“something like that.”

[jealousjersey]

Maybe Derek and reader grew up together in high society but their paths divulged and he's a dick now but the reader still likes him

Sorry for the ramble but something like that would be cool!

- 🦭

ooou yes!! i picture it as something like this

💸- you and derek weren’t the closest in your private highschool, maybe had a few dinners together… underage drinks as well. and he was always not the nicest person. but he was tolerable and funny and that’s all you really needed. even when he was being a dick, he’d always stick up for you. you think he had a soft spot for you.

recently you’ve heard a lot about his success through friends, coworkers, family….and it got you to think about how it used to be between you

you got a text message from “ddanforth1996” on instagram

@//ddanforth1996: hey, how you holding up? it’s been a while. drinks?

sounds perfect, it’s been too long.

@//ddanforth1996: amazing. i’ll pick you up at 9

9:00 couldn’t come sooner. you’ve missed talking to him, although he was hands down the meanest guy you’ve ever talked to, you still wanted to impress him. you put on a sparkly dark green dress, a pair of gold heels and expensive gold jewelry. you look incredible.

9:00 rolls around and you hear a knock at your door, it’s derek. derek in a button up green shirt with animal print jacket complimenting it it. he had his hair slicked back and a gold rolex on his wrist and gold studs in his ears.

“you look…pretty.” he says. your insides begin to do flips at his compliment. “you look very handsome.” you reply to him.

he opens the door for you to get inside his rolls royce. an expensive car for an expensive man.

he takes you to a bar and buys you a drink, he’s noticeably rude to the bar tender but you shake it off, it isn’t your place to say anything. nonetheless he is buying you drinks, so who are you to complain?

you attempt to hold his hand as he goes off on this poor bartender. but he ends up snapping at you. “don’t fucking touch me.” he barks to you. you flinch almost, not expecting this treatment from him. you put your hands back in your lap, trying to ignore the pool filling up your panties. why are you feeling like this? you’ve never been sexually attracted to derek before. so why now?

maybe it’s his sudden dominance? whatever it is, you want more of it. you liked this side of him…the demanding side, the side that doesn’t care.

derek yells a little more at the bar tender, before a man approaches you and offers to buy you a drink. “the fuck do you think you’re doing? this is my date fuckhead.” derek said to the man. the man doesn’t back off immediately, not really intimidated by his height.

“dude. calm down, we aren’t even a thing.” you growl at derek. this makes him mad, but he doesn’t snap at you this time. he downs his shot of whisky and leaves the table, finding some waitress to grope on. of course they’re gonna let him, he’s derek danforth for christ sake.

you can’t lie you do get jealous when he kisses a random waitress hotly in front of your eyes, but seeing him slip a $50 in her bra just shows you he’s trying to make you jealous.

but can you really be mad at him? you’re missed him so much. but god, he’s a dick.

[cheriecoke]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[commonboa]

I've seen multiple posts where people bring up the statistical evidence of trans men's high rates of poverty, suicide, sexual assault etc. and although these things are super important its fucking infuriating that we have to bring out the fucking scientific studies in order for people to maybe give a shit about what happens to us.

[1driedpersimmon]

You know how lizards, as a defense mechanism, can like just drop their tail?

Yeah

[mr-president]

gothic twink who can talk to bugs proclaims himself the “most sane person in the party”

[junicult]

contains ; suggestive conversation (pillow talk typa stuff). sappy sappy cheesy & corny fluff! just the way i like it! established relationship — dating. two ppl in love blah blah blah. gender non specified reader. he is all i ever think about.

note ; hello! didn’t wanna look at this in my drafts anymore. boo!

“what’s the wildest thing you’ve done in bed?” you ask, smiling over the rim of your near-empty glass of wine.

your lips are well past stained at this point, dazed eyes holding a curiously eager gaze with the man sitting similarly before you.

“the wildest thing?” harvey repeats, eyebrows raised, looking around as if to search for his answer.

“yeah, like, the craziest thing you’ve done while having sex.”

you’ve been playing this little question game for hours now, concept of time nothing but a distant thought after you both downed even more glasses of wine a single bottle could fill. it’s been a while since you’ve been able to relax like this, which is well in agreeance with your boyfriend.

you’re quite tipsy at this point. facing him on your living room couch, legs crossed and arm propping your head that’s perched against the back of the couch.

he purses his lips, shaking his head in deep thought. “i dunno…i guess um,” he presses a knuckle to the upper rim of his glasses, adjusting them, “i guess the kitchen—having sex in the kitchen, probably.”

you furrow your brows, giving him a long look. “in the kitchen?” it’s your turn to repeat, this time confused.

he shrugs and nods.

“with me?” you ask, more clarification than uncertainty in your tone.

“of course with you.”

“no, i’m speaking in general, like out of everyone you’ve ever had sex with—what was the craziest thing you did?”

“i know the question. i said have sex in the kitchen.”

you stare, unwavering eye contact glued to his. you know him, you know he’s definitely telling the truth, yet somehow you were shocked. “that was your craziest sexual experience?”

“i take it wasn’t yours, huh?” he snorts, giving the contents in his glass one small swirl before he leans over and places it on the coffee table.

you laugh airily, “i mean i…told you about the ferris wheel—“

“—ah,” he cuts you off, shivering, “yes, not my thing.”

“so let me get this straight,” you mimic his previous gesture—placing the glass on the table—, using both of your now-free hands to hold out in front of you. “your craziest, absolutely wildest sexual experience was on that kitchen table?”

he flicks his gaze past your head to where you’re pointing your thumb behind you. he suppresses a quirked up lip from the recollection.

“well, i didn’t say it was absolutely wild. but if i had to pick, that would be my answer.” he murmurs, and despite the topic, he’s managing his typical flushed cheeks and nervous lip-nibble well.

“wow,” you lean back with a light laugh. “i’m honored.”

“i’m glad.” he smiles.

he reaches back for the last sip of his wine, taking a short whiff of the glass before savoring the last drop. maybe he’s biased, but your wine will always be his favorite. he never allows it to go to waste.

it’s late. his eyelids rest heavily over his pupils, contrasting your wide-awake gaze. you’re eager to move around, emphasizing most of your words with hand gestures while he’s remained put for the last couple hours. despite his tiredness, he soaks every minute he has with you just as he does with your wine.

you clear your throat. “okay, so now i have a new question.”

“alright.” he nods, leaning into his hand.

“what was the best sex you’ve ever had? it’s okay if it wasn’t with me.”

he exhales from his nose at that, smile to accompany his cheeks.

“well, it was,” he confirms, once again looking off to the side. although, he doesn’t pause long, seemingly prepared with his answer. “i would say, after you told me you loved me.”

you beam immediately. “i knew it. you’re such a sentimentalist.” you tease, reaching over to pinch his thigh. but you soften, laying your hand flat and gently soothing your thumb over his pants. “that’s mine too.”

“really? even more than the ferris wheel?”

you scoff. “oh, absolutely. a million times better.” you wave a hand dismissively, and he tries not to let the comment go to his head. “that was purely just to say i’ve done it. at least you can make me finish.”

of course his cheeks set aflame, due to the ego boost and vulgarity. you smile as he purses his lips after murmuring an awkward thank you. it’s always so amusing to make him flustered, given such an easy task.

you sigh, rolling your head back against the couch. your fingers lightly tap at your t-shirt clad stomach, eyes wandering each crease and ridge in your ceiling during a moment of peaceful silence you’ll always relax into when you’re with harvey.

it’s only then do your eyes feel heavy, and it finally dawns on you just what time it is, and how early you have to wake up tomorrow.

“it’s late,” you conquer, staying put, “do you wanna stay—“

“i’ve got a question.” he hums. you turn your head, remaining relaxed against the cushions, to find him looking off towards the dimming fireplace in front of you.

“yeah?”

“who was the…if you had to rank everyone, uhm,” he presses his knuckles into the cushion beside his thighs, readjusting himself but not without a clear of his throat. “who’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

you allow a smile to creep onto your face. it seems purposeful he’s avoiding your eyes, the golden hue of the crackling fire causing his warm skin to glow. his lips look a little pinker due to the light—or maybe the wine—and from your angle you can see his dark brown eyelashes clearly from the space between his glasses.

you let out a faux sigh, almost taunting.

“hm, that’s a toughie.” you snicker, now readjusting to sit sideways on the cushion with one leg crossed and the other dangling over the couch. “out of the whopping four?”

he gives you a peek, subconsciously wiping his palms across his pants wordlessly.

you almost want to tease him a little longer—the shy purse of his lips making it just so easy. yet you give up quick, leaning in to snake your arm around his neck and press a hand to his cheek.

“without a doubt, it’s you. don’t even have to think about it.” you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his warm lips.

“really?” there he goes, yet again doubting himself.

“harvey, i’ve never been in love like i am with you. i’ve never been with someone and started picturing marriage after the second date.” you croon, so close you can nearly press your forehead against his. you look down at his lips. “it’s not just because of the sex—but believe me, that plays a good part. no one has known how to love me like you can.”

he swallows, mimicking your gaze and fixates on your lips as you continue, “you make me feel so comfortable, and so appreciated. you’re so sweet, and caring, and reliable. i can tell you anything.”

his fingers are warm from the fire, and he delicately uses them to push pieces of your hair that have fallen in front of your face, blocking his view of you.

just as you’re about to go on, he stops you. both of his hands finding purchase at the crevice of your neck, while his lips meet yours. not just a peck, a deep and meaningful kiss that forms all of your praises into the action. the same kind of kiss that takes your breath away, even before it started when you quietly gasp as he tugged you close. he ignores the way his nose bumps into yours, instead tilting his head to the side once you melt into him, pressing a flat hand against his chest for balance.

it’s deep and needy. the wine somehow tastes even better off your lips, his tongue selfishly stealing some of the sweetness. in some ways you think you could genuinely go stupid just from the way he kisses you.

he takes a moment to pull away, the exact way that has him sucking all of the air out of your lungs and leaves you chasing the feeling and making your brain grow fuzzy.

letting you go, he licks his lips and drops his quick gaze down to yours before looking back in your lidded eyes. he’s so impossibly skilled at taking your breath away, literally and figuratively.

“like a starved man,” you tease, masking your faint whimper with a chuckle.

“i know,” he swallows. “i love you.”

“i love you more.”

he shakes his head, padded thumb softly pressing against your bottom lip where his gaze sits.

“not possible.”

[maiiuelle]

“wait — what am i supposed to be doin’?”

you wipe your hands down the front of your apron, turning to face a very disheveled jj. he’s holding a huge mixing bowl of cupcake batter and a spatula, his face etched in confusion and covered in flour.

you deflate into a giggle, placing the final cupcake wrapper in your hand into the baking tray before rushing over to him. you life your hand to wipe the powder off his cheek. when you mentioned to jj that you were spending the day baking, he insisted on helping you out somehow. “i just need you to help me pour the batter into the tray on the stove. then we can take a break, promise.”

if baking was a love language, it would be yours. the last time you’d gone with the pogues on a treasure hunt, they kept complaining that the twinkie’s snack supply had finally run dry. you took that personally, deciding right then and there that you’d bake the gang cupcakes for your next adventure. when you mentioned your idea to jj, and he jumped at the opportunity to help you out despite having zero baking experience.

“sounds easy enough.” he shrugs, following you to the stove and sneaking a lick of batter off the spatula.

“aht!” you scold him, pulling a hand towel from your apron pocket to smack his arm. “that’s really unsanitary.”

“yeah, well they’re mostly for me anyway. ‘n i’m helping, so.” he shrugs playfully, leaning over you as he takes another big lick in your face.

you snatch the spatula from him, scowling to keep yourself from smiling. “seriously, jayj.”

“alright, alright. locking in.” he recedes, eyeing you as he holds the heavy bowl up over the cupcake pan. you guide his hands to each empty space, using the spatula in your hand to push the batter out into each mold until the bowl is mostly empty. the contents fill the tray almost perfectly, only a little batter remaining in the mixing bowl.

“perfect! thank you, jayj.” you beam, shaking the pan gently to smooth out the batter before lifting it, opening the preheated oven and sliding it in. you push the oven closed, dusting off your hands in completion. “they’ve gotta bake for 20 minutes or so.”

“oh, then we got plenty of time.” he raises his eyebrows at you with a smile, moving closer and slipping his arm around your middle.

you grin, playing coy and just shrugging your shoulders. “for what, exactly?”

“you know what.” he laughs, putting his hand under your jaw to lead your rosy lips to his. you smile into the kiss, the perfect ending to a perfect day.

you separate and your eyes stay closed, trying to stay in the moment until you feel the spatula covered in gooey cupcake batter painting over your nose.

you gasp, “jj maybank!” as he escapes any further scolding, running out of the kitchen laughing with the spatula in hand.

[waywardstation]

If Ingo and Emmet could have one more Pokemon on their teams, I’d want them to have a heatmor.

Lots of Ingo and Emmet’s pokemon have themes that loosely relate to trains/subways in some way. I think heatmor could fit too, this thing looks like a combustion engine combined with an anteater, look at those pipes and vents!

I am so biased to this pokemon, I love heatmor and think it would be cool if Ingo and Emmet had one, but if they did it probably would not do well with their Durant haha

[dekusleftsock]

I think that there’s a fundamental misunderstanding of what exactly is…happening with Izuku’s character. Specifically in regards to chapter 425.

I’m glad that a lot more people generally recognize that Izuku is not a character that can be read at a surface level, given that he’s both a repressed person with built up emotion of basically everything and also a very glaringly HUGELY unreliable narrator, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I agree with the ways I’ve seen this most recent chapter spoken about.

I see posts, comments, etc with ideas like “Izuku don’t suppress your emotions! Open up with people! It’ll be okay I promise!” When that’s fundamentally not what is happening here.

There’s always always ALWAYS been a distinct difference in character throughout horikoshi’s writing when he is showing that a character is:

A—Avoiding emotions, thoughts, ideas less than ideal for them. Not opening up when they probably should about their problems given that they’ve been handed the space to do so. Just genuinely not acknowledging, feeling, or expressing emotions that they don’t want.

B—Reflecting on the ways they feel about the world, themselves, or other people given their new perspective on a situation. Not outright reaching out to others to talk about these problems/feelings, but instead waiting until the moment they feel they have the most confidence to do so with their new outlook on their own life.

And genuinely, guys, to grab your BkDk attention rn, this is the exact reason why Ochako’s reflection on her feelings for Izuku and thereafter decision to pull away from them WAS NEVER GOING TO END IN OCHAKO EXPLODING WITH HER LOVE FOR HIM.

This was another common interpretation I saw of Ochako and Izuocha for a long time. That because she pushed these feelings away, they were somehow going to explode in this unbelievable way and she would “get the boy” because of it. That her arc would surround accepting her romantic feelings and that she can’t just push away how she feels for a career.

But yk. That didn’t happen. At all. Nowhere close even.

The same kind of goes for Katsuki, allmight, etc. They all had moments in their arc where it was spent genuinely reflecting, and the only reason we as the audience never connected it in the same ways we do ochako or Izuku was ALWAYS BECAUSE the narrative showed their inner thoughts while doing so (mostly because Allmight’s arc after losing OFA and Katsuki’s arc on what it means to be a hero were so intrinsically tied, both starting at the same time and ending at the same time during the final war. And because they were so tied this caused their own reflections, development, and thought process to be broadcasted to us frequently throughout their arcs… to each other. They also somewhat shared aspects with Izuku, but these were cherry picked more often than not, like dvk2 for example).

To us Katsuki never seemed to be.. idk, suppressing his anger in any way because we were always told what he was doing and why (side note: this is why I’ve always thought arguments against Katsuki were so weird, bc unlike characters like endeavor or Ochako he wasn’t like… hiding who he was and how he was changing. Ever. Like the audience knows at all times past basically season 3 what Katsuki is thinking and doing. Like how do you watch this happen, stare me dead in the eye, and tell me how much of a terrible and awful teenage boy he is. Like damn I didn’t think we were this dumb. This is also my theory as to why he’s most popular, his arc is very… in your face if that makes sense). Katsuki’s entire mini arc on reflecting his mistakes and his childhood and his future is spent TELLING YOU that it’s what he’s doing. (I’m referring mostly to the endeavor internship arc, the provisional license exam makeup, and basically everything in the war arc related to him leading up to bakugou Katsuki rising here)

And see, Horikoshi will stare you dead in the eye, tell you “this girl has taken into consideration that she doesn’t want to waste her time training her career focusing on a boy because he kinda caught her fancy”, and y’all will still say that this will explode in her face.

Y’all this is a series about learning how to manage emotions, maturity in relationship to one’s emotions, how to feel an emotion, but in a way that is helpful. Horikoshi isn’t telling you “go buck wild, feel everything all the time and always express it”, in fact he explores why you DONT do that! Through Toga or Shigaraki, they show how grief and anger can genuinely consume you. But he also shows why you shouldn’t just put everything in a box to never look at or acknowledge, or why you shouldn’t just let your grief destroy the world around you, or pretending that some emotions simply don’t exist.

I can’t say this enough, so let me say it now, mha is about the extremes of your psyche. That you should control something, but not too much. Everything can be harmful. Everything can be good.

Izuku is not controlling too much, he’s expressing just enough.

I LOVE shaming this dickhead at all times in all my posts. I love saying he’s an ignorant dipshit with a weird amount of distaste for a girl who just confessed to him. I’ve joked that chapter 348 is basically an entire chapter spent on Izuku calling Himiko a mean dyke. And yet I also believe he’s doing nothing WRONG here.

In fact, I’ll even say that this moment right here?

ISNT EVEN IZUKU DOING THE SOCIALLY APPROPRIATE THING ABOUT IT! But he’s still TRYING to reach out to someone he thinks MIGHT be able to understand. (And frankly, this moment is far deeper than what it’s being made out to be, to me it reads more like an unrequited friendship that Izuku both desires and has thought of them to have, while simultaneously showing the distance Ochako has successfully wedged between them for her own sake. Maybe it was always there though, maybe in weird, miscommunicated Horikoshi fashion, this is a representation of how Ochako always read all those “fun friend hangouts” as a little more than that, and without those feelings the friendship never really held any substance to her in the first place. Where Izuku saw his first real friend at UA, she saw little more than acquaintance)

Simultaneously, Izuku is genuinely reflecting on what it means for the world to change, to be a hero, to live after loss—and trying and failing to gain the connection he desires from individuals who can not and will not afford him that.

Izuku is ready for the world to change, a few select characters are also ready for the world to change (mirio, for example), but not nearly enough are. So maybe I’ll have to take this back if I’m proven wrong and I accidentally looked into this far past what everyone else did for no reason, but I genuinely believe with moments like this

And this

Aand this

That Izuku has come forward with that aspect of his character development. He’s reflecting on his new beliefs, not repressing his emotions for them.

[crybaby-bkg]

You try not to rustle the sheets too loudly when you sit up in bed. You rub at your eyes, frowning, as you tap at your phone screen to read the time. 3:26am, and you haven’t gotten the sleep you know you both need and deserve. you sigh quietly, sitting up against the headboard as you watch the dimmed colors pass on the tv.

“What’re you doing up?” A voice slurs to you from your left. You jump a little at the sudden gruff noise, before you deflate. You glance over to Bakugou, where he lays on his side, one crimson colored eye blinking up at you, before he yawns loud and wide, akin to a lion with his golden mane. You can’t help but rub gently at his cheek and jaw and neck, patting him once his eye flutters close at the warmth of your hands.

“Can’t sleep. You go back to bed, though.” You whisper to him, leaning down to peck at the corner of his mouth. You laugh under your breath when he frowns, hard and over dramatic. Silence passes on for a few minutes, with Bakugou’s frown slowly disappearing into a thin line, seemingly falling back asleep as your fingers continue to rub at his skin. Your quiet moment is interrupted though, when your stomach makes a whale-dying-classroom-interrupting-bomb-dropping noise. You don’t say anything, but blink down at Bakugou when he cracks his eye open again.

“You hungry?” He slurs once more, stretching a little in place as you run a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, but I don’t feel like getting up to fix anything, and we haven’t gone to the store yet to get some snacks, so,” you shrug to yourself, convincing yourself you’d fall asleep before the hunger pangs set in. It’s your turn to frown though, when Bakugou suddenly groans before rolling over and standing from the bed.

“Where are you going?" You ask him, afraid you and your loud stomach disturbed his rest too much. You watch how the muscle in his back ripple when he stretches again where he stands, guilty eyes tracking up his body when he looks at you from over his shoulder.

“To fix your hungry ass a midnight snack.” He tells you, finality lacing his voice as he starts stalking off to the kitchen in just his boxers before you can even answer.

“But it’s past midnight!” You call to him, scrambling up to put your slippers on as you try to keep up with his pace.

Bakugou doesn’t answer you by the time you make it to the kitchen, already boiling water, and dumping rice into the cooker. He’s pulling out different ingredients and knives and the cutting board, and it feels like too much to be so late, but you know if you try to speak up, he’ll only shoo you to bed until he’s finished. The only acknowledgment he gives you is when he turns, placing his hands on your underwear-clad hips and lifts you to sit on the counter behind him, pecking your lips once, twice, before he goes back over to the stove.

The next couple minutes go by gently, with quiet conversations about his most recent capture, about the paperwork you had to fill out, about Denki being an idiot, about Denki actually being a sweetheart, about eating all this damn food he’s cooking, about promising to clean your entire plate. The kitchens lights are low and dimmed, and it casts a soft glow on Bakugou’s high cheekbones and his pretty lashes and the sweet curve of his mouth when he grins at you.

And when the food finishes, you share a bowl, a respective fork for the each of you. Bakugou stands between your legs, chewing quietly and scolds for you to slow down when you eat too fast. He wipes away the rice from your mouth and you lick away the sauce from his chin. He grabs a water bottle from the fridge and lets you have the first sip, offers you the rest when you watch some of it dribble down his chin.

It’s a serene moment shared between the two of you, and when you’re both finished, he’s carrying you back to bed. Tells you that you better take your full ass to bed this time, and he doesn’t fall asleep until he hears your light snores first. Then, he can rest.

[majosullivan]

[stubbyartist]

I do Not trust ppl who give izutsumi any kind of sex appeal or give her an hourglass figure. That’s a 17yr old girl who does Not care or want to be appealing in that way!!!

Same could be said about inutade… she’s 17 too!! and she’s not mature at all she def acts like a teenager !!

I cast Blow Up Forever on izutsumi and inutade sexualizers!!!!!!!