#ily tho fr

[prettiedup]

me treatin miself after postin one fic a day nd bein slow to respond to mi asks

[nevernonline]

what do you mean gawg is ending soon no???

STAWP? it hurts me sm which is why i think im prolonging it like too far?? im so sad but like I hate to end it bc i need to move on (im emotionally invested fr)

[kimmie2me]

A Taste of Care

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Pro Hero!Bakugou x AFAB!Pro Hero!Reader

.....

The invitation to the annual Pro Hero Gala lands with a quiet thud on your desk, and you nearly ignore it, honestly – it’s one of those events everyone expects top heroes to attend, but no one actually enjoys. You wonder how the organizers can still think it’s a good idea. You glance over at Bakugou, who rolls his eyes the second he catches you even looking at it. “Not a chance,” he grumbles, turning back to whatever report he’s pretending to focus on. “Hell’ll freeze over before I show up there.”

“Yeah, but…they invited us both.” You can’t help it—the thought of skipping nags at you, guilt bubbling up. You turn the envelope in your hands, debating. “I mean, if we don’t go, they’ll probably think we don’t care or something…”

“Good,” he mutters, "Because I do not care."

You make the decision then, mostly because you can’t imagine telling someone who went through the trouble of inviting you that you just… didn’t feel like going. “Fine,” you say, sighing. “I’ll go, then. You don’t have to worry about it.”

A heavy pause lingers, and then Bakugou’s gaze snaps up. “You what?”

“I’ll go. On your behalf. It’s fine,” you insist, smiling a little to soften it. But there’s something in his eyes, and you think he feels that tug of guilt too, though he’d never say it. Finally, he just sighs and mutters, “Fine, fine. I’m going. Don’t start whining about this later.”

And that’s how you end up at the Gala, arm in arm with one very reluctant Bakugou.

.....

You’ve barely been here for an hour, and though Bakugou’s already made three attempts to pull you towards the exit, you’re still here, being polite and nodding along as people pass by, each one taking a little energy from you with their relentless questions.

At some point, a waiter passes by with a tray of drinks, and you reach out, half-relieved for a distraction. The waiter places a delicate, glass thimble of juice in your hand, barely bigger than your thumb. You eye it, perplexed.

“One sip,” you murmur, taking a cautious taste. It’s sweet and refreshing—too good, actually, like someone figured out the perfect formula for juice. The flavor surprises you, so you hold it in your hands like you’re savoring a precious heirloom, taking tiny sips to make it last.

“Hey,” Bakugou says, turning back from where he’s been roped into some pointless conversation with another hero. His eyes narrow when he sees the minuscule cup in your hands. “You tryna torture yourself or somethin’? Why’re you drinkin’ it if you don’t even like it?”

You blink, mildly surprised by his assumption. “No, I do like it! It’s just... y’know... small. And I didn’t want to—um, ask for more.” You hesitate, aware of the ridiculousness of it all. “They might think I’m being greedy, you know?”

Bakugou makes a face, folding his arms across his chest. “You’re kiddin’ me.” He sounds genuinely irritated now, and it’s impossible not to feel embarrassed, though you give a nervous smile.

“No, no! It’s fine, 'Suki, really.” You tug at his sleeve to keep him from storming over to whoever poured this pathetic excuse for a drink, though he stares at you, unamused, for a moment.

“Fine,” he relents, still looking unconvinced. But when you try to wave him off a second time, and a third, his patience visibly thins. “Alright, that’s it.” He grabs your now empty cup with a sense of purpose, muttering under his breath as he maneuvers through the crowd. You reach out, embarrassed to death that he’d take the trouble to do this.

“Katsuki, you don’t have to—please, it’s okay! Really, it’s fine!”

He gives you a brief, sideways glance, his expression somewhere between exasperation and begrudging affection. “For god’s sake, Cupcake, I’m doin’ it ‘cause I want to.”

The bartender hardly has time to react before Bakugou is right in front of him, holding up the empty cup like it’s some sort of evidence. “Listen up. This microscopic cup you handed out, where the hell d’ya even find one that small?” he demands, raising an eyebrow at the bartender, who looks both puzzled and terrified by Bakugou’s intensity.

The bartender stammers something about portion sizes, but Bakugou cuts him off, pointing to the counter like he’s about to place an order in a war zone. “Whatever you put in here, put it in a real glass this time, yeah? And don’t skimp. What is it, anyway?”

“Uh—it’s, um, a mix of, uh, passion fruit, lemon, and a hint of, uh… elderflower…”

“Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to know.” He watches as they pour the drink, nodding in satisfaction once they fill a glass you can actually hold with more than two fingers. When he finally returns, he looks triumphant, almost like he just completed some crucial, life-or-death mission.

“Here,” he says, handing you the glass with that rare softness in his eyes that he only gets around you.

And as you take the first sip, savoring the full taste this time, you glance up at him, fighting a smile.

“Y’know,” he mutters, clearly aware of his over-the-top reaction, “I ain’t lettin’ you get ripped off on my watch. ‘Specially if it’s somethin’ you like.”

You savor every last drop of the drink, finally taking fuller sips now that it’s in an actual glass. The elderflower and passion fruit mix is refreshing, and it brings a soft smile to your lips every time you taste it. And when you finish the last drop, you look up at Bakugou, feeling a bit embarrassed but grateful.

He’s watching you intently, arms crossed with a proud little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “All done?” he asks, clearly pleased with himself.

You nod, setting the glass down. “Yeah. Thanks, 'Suki,” you murmur, hoping the slight blush on your cheeks isn’t too obvious. “We can go now.”

Bakugou’s face lights up in an almost imperceptible way. He clears his throat, looking around as if anyone might overhear, but the relief is clear in his expression. “’Bout damn time.”

A couple of weeks pass, and life returns to the usual pro hero routine—patrols, training, the occasional event, and repeat. After a long, grueling day of patrol, you return home exhausted and immediately head to the shower, letting the hot water wash away the day’s aches and strains. The warmth is a balm for your sore muscles, and by the time you get out, you feel somewhat revived, if not a little sleepy.

You toss on a cozy set of clothes, ready to finally relax and start prepping dinner. You make your way to the kitchen, but as you open the fridge, you notice something unusual: a piece of paper stuck to one of the shelves. Curious, you pull it out and immediately recognize Bakugou’s handwriting, all sharp lines and bold strokes.

In the middle of the note is a hastily-drawn little doodle of himself, smirking with a thumbs-up, along with the words: “Surprise. You better not ration this either.”

You stare at the note, momentarily confused. What’s he talking about?

Then you glance down, and your eyes widen.

Sitting on the shelf, right next to the vegetables and leftovers, is a large glass pitcher filled to the brim with the juice from the gala—your favorite mix of passion fruit, lemon, and elderflower.

A laugh bubbles up from your throat, and you can’t help but shake your head in wonder. Of course he’d go through the trouble of making an entire pitcher for you. And not only that, but he left a note, reminding you not to hold back or ration it like some precious artifact.

You pour yourself a full glass, taking a long sip, and the familiar taste brings a warm, giddy feeling to your chest. For a moment, you just stand there in your quiet kitchen, holding your glass and staring at Bakugou’s note with a grin that won’t leave your face.

It’s just so… him. Thoughtful in the most roundabout way possible.

You take another sip, glancing at the time. He’ll still be on patrol for a bit, but you already can’t wait to tell him just how much his little surprise means to you.

[hinamie]

Boob window aside, having an avatar who fucking sucked is such a cool idea???????? The possibilities and the worldbuilding consequences???????? Your minds??????????

(also im not sure how i'll cope with waterbending megumi, the concept is making me go 😭💙😭💙😭💙😭)

HFJJGF YA sukuna....a symbol of peace...in charge of maintaining the spiritual balance of the world............truly What cld go wrong (lots) . Fire nation absolutely reeling they want to reroll so bad he did them so dirty

also re: waterbender megu ,,, heeeeheeeehhehhehehe ok listen. ik this means nothing coming from me bc im chronically obsessed with megumi no matter the context but . let me just say tht out of everything we have planned, the stuff with megumi is BY FAR my favourite :)

naturally it will still hurt tho :3

[karabell]

What we wanted to happen 💔

After this weeks emotional damage, I needed to cope somehow :^)

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Actually writing a HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU fic with a solid story line because there's too much stuff going on in this goddamn AU and I need to organize it a little!!

[cruyuu]

have you seen the jjk vol 29 and 30 covers 👀

Hii anon! I actually didn't till now.

I know Gege had time because these two are gorgeously drawn. Tbh I screamed bc I was not expecting sukuita joint slay for the last two covers even if I craved it badly. Plus it was deserved, yknow, narratively. Just look at them arfgghhhhh.

Might I also mention Sukuna holding his tummy mouth open? Sticking out his tongue? Yuuji downright looking like Sukuna? The red eyes? The proud head tilt? The Domain Expansion pose? raghfhh THANK YOU GEGE AKUTAMI you never fail to deliver when it comes to these two ilysm never change pls draw more of them I beg you

Thank you for notifying me abt this anon since this already has my week looking 1000x better <3

[blueskittlesart]

seeing that miku is 17 years old now (irt release) is so crazy to me because i still remember when you drew + posted her "teenager" aka 13th anniversary photoshoot drawings. 4 years ago. and i'd already known you for several years at that point. isn't it crazy that we've been internet neighbors for like. almost a decade. do you ever think about that. i'm thinking about it right now and losing my mind a little bit. anyways. viva la miku

the fact that we were both posting fucking. bnha fanart when we met will truly never cease to amaze me. literally insane and kind of terrifying that i have almost a 7 year legacy on this site but im glad you were there with me o7

[starscelly]

unserious jamie on jamie violence

sea@dal 5.4.23 | round 2

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Thinking about a character model height sheet from the TAS BTS book that had magneto be 6’10 and charles 4’8 when seated like girl ……….. why the fuck ……. greedy….

[lostl1sbons1ster]

[keikeichi123456]

quick sketch for my bestie westie @kelpermoosee ik youve been feeling down so i hope this lil thing cheers you up!!! im sorry if my king boo looks weird this is the first time ive drawn something not humanoid and i was STRUGGLINF 😭😭 if u watch the timelapse you can see how many times i redrew this fucking ghost 😭😭 he took me an hour to draw while luigi only took me 15 mins oops 😭 TWAS A GOOD CHALLENGE THO!!

also istg if u get me a gift or draw me something in exchange ill be so mad JUST ACCEPT MY GIFT UNCONDITIONALLY 🤬

thanks for putting up with my craziness and for always supporting (enabling) me ❤️❤️❤️

idk why im suddenly feeling embarrassed now should i fix king boo

[roseofcards90]

🫵

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

This is what you meant by Boeing I am actually a 14 yr old middle school student doomed to die in a time loop over and over LETS GOOO 🔥🔥🔥

[jujutsustraycats]

Giggling and kicking my feet

YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THAT NAJMA

[impregnatedafterpostbirthdaysex]

the fact that hal was already having the tendency to blame outside circumstances and to want power to do something about it

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Hey, remember when I used to write chapters for NTL and produced them in a timely matter??? 🤡 Obviously I know it's been a hot second since a new chapter has come out, but I'm determined to get something to you soon! As an apology for my lack of chapter-ing and y'all being SO patient with me, I'll let you guys pick what you would like to see from NTL moving forward as we reach the end of the series 🥺💛 Elaborations below because polls let you type like, 3 words

Full length chapter of Javi and Osita's honeymoon and full chapter of Ostia's pregnancy. These would be the last two chapters! (full disclosure, this will 100% take me the longest)

Full length honeymoon chapter and 3 chapter parts for Osita's pregnancy, one for each trimester (one part posted at a time)

Full length chapter of Osita's pregnancy, post their honeymoon trip as a one-shot whenever it's finished

3 chapter parts for Osita's pregnancy (one for each trimester), post their honeymoon trip as a one-shot whenever it's finished (I'd be able to post this the quickest!)

I have a different/better idea for you to think about!

I hope y'all know that there are no amount of words I can use to describe how forever grateful I am that you have taken time out of your lives to read this series that I thought no one would ever even look at. Javi and Osita are so special to me, and it means so much that you guys feel the same 🥺💕 ily all of you so much