#coming to terms with feelings

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Let Me Care For you

Title:  Let Me Care For You

Ship: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: Bakugou doesn’t show up to class, and Kirishima is pretty worried. What could have happened? 

Word Count: 1.1k 

Requested By: n/a

Warnings/Tags: dAuthor’s Note: this is purely self indulgent and probably has no real plot

ao3

Bakugou woke up feeling miserable. His head was throbbing, he couldn’t breathe through his nose, and he was unbearably hot. He groaned and turned over. The last thing he needed was to miss class, but the hell he was gonna let those extras see him like this. He’d have to stay in his room. 

So, he turned off his contingency alarms, made sure his door was locked, and went back to sleep. 

***

Kirishima only began to worry when Bakugou didn’t walk into class seconds before the bell as always. He was always late, but never enough to get pinged for it. As much as he doesn’t want to seem like it, bakugou is a total nerd and doesn’t usually miss class. 

But he didn’t think too much about it, figuring he would just be later than usual. He probably has a reason , he thought.  He just made sure to grab an extra of everything to give to him later. 

However, the farther in the day he got without seeing Bakugou the more worried he was. Now that he thinks harder about it he didn’t even see him in the kitchen that morning. Usually Bakugou eats in the morning, sometimes he’ll even leave something out for the others if he feels like cooking a large quantity. Though there were times that he’d start early and take his food back to his room.  Kirishima could understand that, i mean sometimes you just don’t want to socialize, and that’s cool! 

Apparently by the time lunch came around his worry was starting to show on his face. He was standing in line at Lunch Rush when Kaminari nudged him. “Hey, you okay man? You’re looking a little off,” Kaminari spoke. 

Kirishima was startled but responded regardless, “Yeah bro, i’m cool!” He smiled, but his heart wasn’t in it. He really was worried about Bakugou, but it wouldn’t really make sense to the others. They didn’t know about their relationship. Not on purpose, it just wasn’t something Bakugou talked about often and their dynamic didn’t really change much after. They figured that the group would find out when they find out and it didn’t matter either way. 

Kirishima didn’t want them to find out like this though, he at least wanted Bakugou to be there. He didn’t know what was going on today, but he didn’t want to bombard him with that if something was wrong. Bakugou was a private guy, and Kirishima respected that. 

So he put on a smile and talked with the rest of the squad as they sat down at lunch. Joking about whatever stupid things their classmates did, or how the classload was brutal and that Aizawa must be a sadist to assign this much at once. He pretended that nothing was wrong even when they talked about how bakugou didn’t show up. The others chalked it up to him probably wanting a day off since he’s never been absent on purpose once. 

He continued to collect classwork for Bakugou when it started up again. He felt guilty for thinking about asking Bakugou for an extra tutoring lesson when he saw him again. I really shouldn’t bother him with my problems, since something is obviously wrong on his end. 

It was really easy to zone out when Present Mic wasn’t even speaking Japanese. I really wish he would send a text. I don’t want to bother him by texting him first, he thought. He opened his phone and composed messages and deleted them, and composed messages and deleted them, over and over again until he finally decided he would just go to bakugou’s room when classes got out after he got a chance to change. 

And that’s exactly what he did. He made up some excuse to the others and went off to his room to get out of his uniform and put down his stuff, before heading to Bakugou’s room. 

He knocked on the door a few times before it opened revealing a disheveled Bakugou dressed in nothing but sweats and a tank top. His hair was messier than usual and his nose and eyes were red. Bakugou sniffled, “What do you want-�� but then he stopped short when he noticed that it was Eijirou. His expression softened, but not by much. “What are you doing here”

His voice was raspy and tired and really fucking hot. But Eijirou filed that information away for later. “I came to check on you. I was worried when you didn’t show up to school today.” He spoke softly, averting his eyes. He was a little embarrassed. He figured it was a little pathetic that he can’t go a few hours without bothering his boyfriend. 

 “That’s stupid, I’m fucking fine” Katsuki growled but Eijirou knew that he didn’t actually mean it. It made him smile. 

“I picked up your classwork, can I come in?” he asked, still grinning. 

Katsuki wanted to resist, but he knew better. Not only is Eijirou extremely stubborn, but Katsuki actually did want him to come in. But he would never admit to it, so he just grunted and opened the door wide enough to let his giant of a boyfriend inside. 

Eijirou walked into the familiar room and set the schoolwork on the desk before turning to Katsuki. “Are you sick?” He reached out to press the back of his hand to Katsuki’s forehead, but he swiftly dodged the touch. 

“I told you i’m fucking fine eijirou-” he grumbled before stopping to cough. 

Eijirou’s eyebrows furrowed, “Forgive me for not believing you.” He walked over to Katsuki’s minifridge and grabbed a bottle of water and brought it to him. “Will you let me check if you have a fever now?”

“I don’t have a fever.”

“And I have tits as big as yours”

Katsuki just rolled his eyes, and let Eijirou touch his forehead. 

“You totally have a fever,” Eijirou said. “Have you eaten today?”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “Why.”

Eijirou sighed, “Because it’s important to eat and drink a lot when you’re sick, so that you can heal up fast. Have you taken any medicine?”

“Eijirou i can manage myself dammit.”

“Let me take care of things for once, alright?" Eijirou spoke and Katsuki softened. “You’re always taking care of me and the others, as aggressive as you are about it, let me take care of you this time.”

Katsuki huffed, “I ate once around lunch time, and no i haven’t taken any medicine. I didn’t have any and wasn’t about to go looking.”

Eijirou’s expression morphed into something Katsuki thought to be a combination of happiness at being ‘allowed’ to help, and sympathy. He leaned in for a kiss, but Katsuki dodged his touch once again. 

“I might be fucking contagious, dumbass.”

Eijirou just laughed and kissed him anyway. 

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[s-exy-sapphillean]

Hey perisex artist/writer! yes, you! No, your character's entire made up species being physically hermaphroditic does not make them intersex. There is no such thing as an "entirely intersex species". That is not how being intersex works. Being intersex means deviating from the "standard" sex categorization. If an entire species shares the same hermaphroditic characteristics they are not intersex, they just literally only have one hermaphroditic sex. Just because it doesnt fit human sex standards doesn't make it intersex, it's literally a different species.

Don't get me wrong, it's always great seeing people be creative with how sex classification of fantasy species deviates from human sex. But please don't call it intersex. It isn't.

Edit:

Actually just going to edit this into the original post in hopes it means more people see it cuz it's an important add on

[ ID: Post by @/status-quo-hater, which reads: "Adding on to this, if your fictional hermaphroditic species is sapient/people it's in incredibly poor taste to call them hermaphrodites or God forbid 'herms' even if it is an accurate term.

I would recommend using botany terms like monecious (as opposed to dioecious), gynandromorph, dualsex, bigenital, or the term I coined recently for this, gonosimulism (as opposed to gonochorism)". /End ID ]

And on another note please stop asking if in such a species it would be intersex to only have one type of genital. The answer is technically sure but you're rapidly approaching "what if being gay was the default and straight people were discriminated against" territory. If you unironically label a character who conforms to the human sex binary "intersex", no matter if their species is usually hermaphroditic, intersex people should be allowed to hunt you for sport

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The musical episode.

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[valrvn]

enough talk of boy pussy. I am here to discuss man cunt

[cutiesigh]

❤️🖤🩷

Wuthering Waves has taken over all of my free time recently, so here's a sketch of Scar!Ren I originally shared in da 14DWY Discord!!

[ohrackham]

It is not what you do for me that makes me love you. It's your kindness. Your empathy. How much you care. Just being you is enough, Colin. I do not need you to save me. I just need you to stand by me. To hold me. To kiss me.

[garliicgun]

this game breaks my heart…..! 💔

[orionshounds]

he cares so much about them, but he has never known how to show it

and now, it’s too late.

[formulanni]

Daniel Ricciardo as Judgement:

The Judgement tarot card symbolizes the arrival of absolution and the culmination of a significant undertaking, often related to past and life lessons.

Judgement indicates the cusp of rebirth.

In order to achieve that, you must look back upon your deeds and come to an honest evaluation of yourself. This leads to the awakening that signals a new way of life.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

[nyaaamato]

orpheus & eurydice

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i have a Scene - a Plot if you will - that backs this as context. y'all are gonna have to trust me on this one <3 or read the tags...

[a-most-beloved-fool]

Kinda want to write a Spock POV post-fal-tor-pan fic where Spock sees Jim and is instantly whammed with the fact that he's in love with him, but still has no idea why or what that means, so he just goes around with a knot of love tangled in his mind, utterly baffled as to why it's there or how to figure it out. He can't ask the kolinahr adepts, because it feels un-vulcan, so instead he's just. confusedly pining the entire time.

Jim smiles sappily at him and Spock's like "My Heart Is Beating Faster. Why Is My Heart Beating Faster. There Is No Cause For My Heart To Be Beating Faster. Do I Have Tachycardia."

Spock, to McCoy: Doctor, is there history of heart disease in my family?

Bones, suspicious: Yes? Why? (already surreptitiously scanning Spock w/ a tricorder)

Spock: I have noticed concerning irregularities in my heart beat. They occur primarily around Admiral Kirk.

Bones, freezing: Repeat that for me, Spock?

Spock: I have noti-

Bones: No, not that, the next bit! Where they happen!

Spock: Ah. Around Admiral Kirk.

[FIVE MINUTES LATER]

Spock, annoyed: Doctor, cease laughing. I fail to understand what part of my medical condition you find so amusing.

Bones, still wheezing with laughter: Don't - don't you worry your little head about it, Spock. You're not sick, that's the important thing. (interrupts himself by laughing again) You'll (wheeze) figure it out eventually.

(Spock, disgruntled, gives up on him and leaves.)

(McCoy keeps laughing for another ten minutes.)

[baoxie]

🥀 sylvain + ingrid 🌼

[dirtytransmasc]

I'll never not believe that Davos is the one who fell first and harder. that he wasn't the one getting his heart truly broken. the one fighting for Aaron's love and attention and aching when he is denied. the one longing for Aeron and having to reckon with the fact that he can never truly have him, there's too much keeping them apart.

sure, Aeron has his own feelings, his own longing, his dread.

but you can see it in their faces, it's Davos's heart that's a mess, his soul that is aching, while Aeron is more confused and unsure of his own feelings and where they lie in the mess that is feuds and war and blood and kin.

Davos is angry but full of bitter, rage filled acceptance. Aeron is scared, confused, and stuck between acceptance and denial. and it's breaking me.

[bright-and-burning]

i am currently having the worst culture shock of my entire life. i feel like wren’s actually having me on. do you guys actually. not eat raw broccoli?? in the uk?????