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I may be cocky and confident in myself but I am also just a guy and will react like a beetle under a rock when you pick it up to compliment me or say anything nice about me
#or perceive me at all#wdym I actually have a presence in this fandom?#I’m just a guy?????#I’m not even like popular but people just know about me#bc I write a lot of stuff#and that’s really bonkers to me#I’m struggling wrapping my head around that this morning#I don’t want to be perceived anymore#I’m just a guy!#rambling#phever dreams with phantom
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Chewing on a headcanon that Wade let Cable walk away... and he wasn't going to make the same mistake with Logan
#welcome to another installment of “Water tries to find in-universe logic for Josh Brolin not being in the birthday party scene”#it's rotten work#they're all three such cagey people that if no one is brave enough to make the first move they just... won't#(do not perceive me)#maybe Nathan would have stayed if Wade had been brave enough to ask. Wade won't ever know#cablepool#poolverine#deadclaws#peanutbub#(I find myself oddly charmed by that last one)#deadpool & wolverine#deadpool wolverine#deadpool spoilers#deadpool 3#deadpool#wolverine#wade wilson#logan howlett#image description in alt#water logs#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 2
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I feel like many people have a fundamental misconception of what unreliable narrator means. It's simply a narrative vehicle not a character flaw or a sign that the character is a bad person. There are also many different types of unreliable narrators in fiction. Being an unreliable narrator doesn't necessarily mean that the character is 'wrong', it definitely doesn't mean that they're wrong about everything even if some aspects in their story are inaccurate, and only some unreliable narrators actively and consciously lie. Stories that have unreliable narrators also tend to deal with perception and memory and they often don't even have one objective truth, just different versions. It reflects real life where we know human memory is highly unreliable and vague and people can interpret same events very differently
#the way some people (usually lestat fans lol) talk about louis being an unreliable narrator has frustrated me#i still insist louis' unreliableness is mostly subtle (passing quickly over things he doesn't want to think about#presenting things that factually happened in a way he can build a story that makes sense to him#not knowing what lestat is thinking and feeling so interpreting him differently than lestat himself probably would)#rather than he's telling something that didn't really happen or is under armand's mind control or something#like for example i think it's been made very clear all the abuse really happened they're not gonna suddenly pull the rug from under it#if anything i feel lestat is going to turn out to be even worse than louis perceived him when we hear people who are not in love w him lol#keanu.txt
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Saw a post about working class butches in physical labour jobs and wanted to make my own, so: I love you butches who do childcare or early education. I love you butch nurses. I love you butch house cleaners and janitorial staff. I love you service industry butches. I love you butches who do sex work. I love you working class butches who do “feminine” jobs you are cool as hell
#butch#lgbtqia#lesbian#its me im butches doing stereotypically feminine work#when I was nannying full time I kind of thought of it as I was doing Nanny Gender#like especially bc I wore mostly dresses then for practicality reasons#which gave me The Dysphorias but yeah. my way of navigating that was to get a little fluid with it.#also even tho they don’t get perceived as such: all of these jobs are as physically demanding as many ‘physical’ jobs#like girly at least when I worked in a warehouse/delivery bay I got to sit down#look I could probably think of a better term than ‘physical labour’ but like. you know what I mean.#anyway. sometimes you have those I am uncomfortable when we are not about me moments#and then you remember that you can just go talk about your experience
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sleepy !
katsuki wants to go to bed, but you're kinda hungry
katsuki’s extra clingy when he’s sleepy. you know he’s sleepy because he hasn’t left you alone since he came back from his sparring session with kirishima.
it’s almost funny how The katsuki bakugou who’s so scary, who’s all sharp glares and huffs and pinched eyebrows, is hanging off your shoulders like a big fat baby.
“katsuki.” you start, softly rubbing one of his arms tightly wrapped around your shoulder. he grunts. “you can go to bed if you’re tired, handsome. i’ll come up later.” you look back at him as much as you can since he’s barely letting you breathe with how tightly he’s holding you. he huffs, droopy red eyes glaring down at the sandwich you were making for yourself like it was at fault for keeping you out of bed with him.
“ m’not tired.” he slurs, his hold tightens on you and he shoves his head into your shoulder. his hair tickles and you shuffle to the side a little. he follows.
you giggle to yourself. usually, katsuki would have some qualms about being so touchy where someone could walk in at anytime. it’s not like he was ashamed of being with you (not even close) but he has a reputation to uphold, y’know?
as if on cue, he yawns into your shoulder. you let out a light laugh and he nips at your shoulder in retaliation. “ i thought you said you weren’t tired ? what happened to that ?” you question teasingly, a sly little smile forming on your face. he mumbles something into your shoulder you can’t make out. “ i can’t hear you, love.” he groans, lifting his head up slightly but his eyes are still closed. “ s’cus yer takin’ forever. by the time you’re done i’ll be fuckin’ dead, dumbass.” he says before dropping his head back down on your shoulder like a load of bricks and you snort.
“ i’m done. i just want to go eat this sitting down but i can’t because someone won’t let me move.” you shoulder him lightly, he doesn’t budge, but grunts nonetheless.
“ jus’ eat it here.”
“ i’m not eating my sandwich standing up, katsuki.”
“ why the fuck not ?”
“ because !” you laugh “ i wanna enjoy my food !”
“ can enjoy it just fine with me here. why’re ya trying to get away from me ? s’your food less enjoyable when i’m around or somethin’ ?”
you roll your eyes but the smile on your face grows wider. “you’re such a baby.” you let out a light squeal when he pokes your side and lightly smack his arm, he huffs out a little laugh into your shoulder.
“katsuki !”
“fuck you, m’not a baby.”
“ could’ve fooled m—ow ! oh my god !” you yelp as he bites you and the fucker laughs. you huff, grabbing his arms to try to free yourself of the clutches of this absolute demon. he stops laughing then, grunting and groaning at you like you were the one inconveniencing him, while still keeping his head secure in your shoulder. the nerve of this guy.
“ katsuki.” you groan and he growls at you again, like a wild animal, like he’s daring you to try to escape him again. you sigh “ okay, okay, fine. you win, okay?” you say, admitting defeat while you can lest you have a sleepy, pissed off bakugou hanging off you.
“m’not a baby.”
“you’re not a baby.” you confirm. he squeezes you a little tighter and you sigh again. “can i at least go sit down ? i’ll even hold your hand on the way there, is that good ?” you say sarcastically. you snort when he lets out a grumble and pokes at your side and you can feel the unmistakable frown he has on his face.
“ told you m’not a baby.” he complains but he (begrudgingly) lets you go to let you move around. you turn around and he follows immediately. you have to hold back a laugh at the thought of a big buff bad boy like katsuki following you around like a lost puppy. you hold back your laughter but you’ve still got a dorky smile on your face when you sit down. katsuki’s not too far behind you, he never is. he pushes his chair way closer than it needs to be next to you and your knee is pressed against his when he sits down.
“what’re you grinning about, huh ?” you turn to look at him, dorky smile still very much on your face as you gaze at him. he’s still got that horrible frown on his face but his eyebrows aren’t scrunched up anymore, one of his perfect eyebrows is lifted up questioningly and he’s sitting so close to you you’re sure you can count the exact number of lashes he has.
“nothin’.” you sing, taking a bite of your sandwich. he huffs but doesn’t pry further. instead, he leans closer to you. you make eye contact and he looks at you expectantly. you know what he wants after a second, but you’re not gonna give it to him so easily. “ did you need something?” you ask innocently. his eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he’s glaring at you, he’s figured you out. he huffs for the umpteenth time today and he squints at you harder when you giggle lightly.
“ gimme some.” he says gruffly, already opening his mouth slightly like he knows you’ll share with him. and he’s right, because you do. you bring your sandwich closer to his face and he takes a bite, humming contentedly before leaning back into a more comfortable position, never too far though.
“you always take huge bites out of my food, my sandwich’s basically gone.” you tease, playfully pouting dejectedly at your sandwich, holding back a snort when he scoffs at you, offended.
“ fuck off.” he spits, but there’s no animosity in his words. he resorts to pinching your thigh to make up for it,“ didn’t even eat much, you big baby.” he says. usually he’d have something smarter to say but he’s tired now, and you originally intended to take full advantage of the situation, but you’re feeling nice today. he’s tired and you’ve made him wait long enough, in his eyes at least.
you roll your eyes, deciding to ignore his comment and take another bite of your sandwich. you eat in silence and he doesn’t say anything else after that. when you finish he practically jumps up from his seat despite his lack of energy, looking at you expectantly as if to say ‘let’s go already.” you giggle.
“ i hear you, handsome.” you coo, going over to place your plate in the sink, you could wash your plate later when he falls asleep, probably (if he somehow decides to let you go).
you feel like being a little mean to him as you stay where you’re standing by the sink and sigh. katsuki, who had already turned around to go upstairs, turns to you, eyebrow raised in question.
you hum, placing a finger on your chin “ i dunno, i still don’t feel full, maybe i should make another-"
you’re dragged by your arm towards him before you can even fully comprehend what’s happening or even finish your sentence. you let out a big belly laugh when he grumbles. he suddenly has you lifted over his shoulder and you yelp, wondering where the hell this herculean strength came from despite him being so tired.
“ m’tired of your shit, quit fuckin’ around so i can go to bed.” he slaps the back of your thigh lightly and you gasp, but you’re still giggling a little. “you know, you could’ve just went ahead with out me, i would’ve come eventually.” he scoffs like you had just told him something utterly foolish, like the concept of sleeping without you was unfathomable to him, you smile harder at the thought.
“ don’t be stupid,” he mumbles “as if i could do that.” he adds the last part quietly but you catch it either way, there’s blood rushing to your cheeks and you don’t know if it’s because you’re slightly embarrassed by his honesty or if its because he’s been holding you upside down this whole time.
when you get to the elevator, he places you back down. grabs you by the shoulders and squeezes like he’s trying to weld you to the floor and make sure you won’t move. “ we’re going to bed, now.” his tone is decided, clear. you’re not fighting him on this and you honestly don’t want to.
instead you smile, grabbing his hand and squeeze “okay, let’s.” you beam.
he squeezes back.
#jus a lil domesticity w katsu#i didnt know how to end this#im just rambling please do not perceive me#i wanted to write something for him again#dm the fact thats all ive been doing lol#this is kind of a mess#i love my boyfriend#bakugou katsuki#bakugou imagine#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo fluff#katsuki bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#IVE TALKED TM AGAIN!!!
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She takes after her grandpa
(Part 1 )
#KNOX ART (me)#Journey to the West (ft. little Sun) AU#knox oc: little sun#trying hard not to post all the doodles at once trying hard to stretch it out at least a little#posting in the night like a sneaky ghost so that no one will perceive me
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꒰ LOVE IS... ꒱ RORONOA ZORO X READER
a/n: love is a little reworked drabble about him.
Love with Zoro is intentional.
It doesn’t come easily. A man as unyielding as his swords, he remains steadfast in his convictions, devoted to the doctrines of honor and discipline. All hard lines and sharp edges, he’s deadly when wielded properly. But he’s his own master; he doesn’t allow the winds of fate to guide him—only of his own volition does he act.
Blades also harbor secrets. They’ve witnessed and wrought bloodshed that make even the strongest men pale and queasy. They’re accustomed to harsh conditions: to injuries, to biting words, to carelessness. They find comfort in the familiarity of violence and pain; how could they not, when that’s all they know? It’s a delicate balance, maintaining both the deadliness and the beauty of a weapon. Such a feat requires the precision of a gentle hand.
Getting to know Zoro takes patience and tenderness. Prying into the life of a man who has only ever known the sting of loneliness and death is difficult. He’s slow to trust and even slower to speak his mind. He has a sharp, brash tongue, though he meets his match. You each end up with a nick here and a scratch there (but nothing that will scar—ever).
You both learn to be forthright with your feelings, and come to the understanding that vulnerability and sensitivity aren’t weaknesses; communication is a skill to master; connection is the basis of humanity. While every sword needs a scabbard, every scabbard also needs a sword.
Perhaps, then, Zoro needs you. And perhaps, then, you need him.
As a man obsessed with self-control, the messiness that comes hand-in-hand with love terrifies Zoro more than anything else across the four seas. But when he looks at you—the radiance of your beaming smile, the headstrong glint of your eyes—he knows that it must be worth it. And it will be, always.
(So long as you’re willing to meet him halfway.)
#don’t perceive me. if it sounds familiar you would be correct!#also ask me where all the greens came from jdbfbdbsjsbd i’m bordering on insane abt where i pick each character’s colors. it’s a Thing.#— from the desk of#— roronoa zoro#— one piece#zoro x reader#one piece x reader
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some of the right words
#akia art#olba#baxter ward#olba mc#maggie fighting for her life (colorized)#girl went into step 3 a casual dater and it took all of two (2) moments for her to accept she was screwed#doubly so bc it was supposed to be seasonal 🤣 it's such a fun premise for how it engages the mc's own complexities#i wonder how long it took baxter to fall on his ass tbh#i feel like he was self-aware enough to know it was happening but there had to have been an element of frog in boiling water to it#what w all that 19 yo emotional constipation LMAO#and the writing's preoccupation w coexisting dualities#the recoil of refusing to perceive until perceiving happens beyond your control must be insane#anyway i was also fighting for my life trying to draw a mouth kiss and that's why i've avoided them until now#tell me why it's giving the slobbery make out meme 😭🤣
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In Knives Out Blanc wanted to do the murder mystery investigation with Marta so bad, but she was certain she was guilty so she spent a good amount of the movie avoiding/hiding stuff from him
Meanwhile in Glass Onion Helen was fucking carrying the investigation, even while accidentally getting drunk, and even went to investigation lengths Blanc was hesitant to do
#knives out#glass onion#ko: marta actively ruins evidence due to her perceived guilt. blanc knew the entire time she was innocent or ill intent#go: helen fucking diving forward to eavesdrop on duke/miles/whiskey better. helen tossing a tape recorder in birdie's bag. helen listening#in on lionel & claires freak out at the pool. helen did all the research on her sisters journals to get as into the role as possible#marta only standing up for her rightful inheritance at the end after everything vs helen down to ruin those shitheads from the start#i love these movies & the duality in the chars/victims & how it ends. marta gets the house. helen burns miles' down. its just!!!!! AHHH#i just rewatched knives out again so i can rewatch glass onion again tomorrow. im so normal about this series#tc posts#*of ill intent gdi. tumblr mobile let me edit tags
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ppl have been positively DELIGHTED by my recent F!Leo post so i’m dumping some more self-indulgent stuff on here, enjoy my version of my pathetic little middle-aged meow meow
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#rottmnt#rottmnt movie#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#future leo#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph#rottmnt donnie#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#cartoons#fanart#digital art#Digital Illustration#digital sketch#doodle dump#travellerdraws#YEAH I KNOW ITS THE WRONG ARM IN THE FIRST PIC DO NOT PERCEIVE ME#I MAYHAPS BE STUPID#also are these all inspiration for the fic odd man out?#perhaps#perhaps not#future leo is my babygirl but in the exhausted middle-aged man falling asleep on the couch while watching tv way#unwilling father of too many kids
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watch the radio drama on youtube or gdrive. ok goodbye
#cherry magic#my translation#finally finished my revision of all the tls so . it is rd promotion time once again#you guys WILL perceive it this time (<- has failed at promoting it for the last 2 yrs)#do it for me okay. Please.#also for ppl watching on yt: the revised subs are in the CC so pls enable those!! the old one has loads of mistakes lol
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What can he say. he's a husband guy.
transcript:
Note: The turtles all put in weight in the winter, which Leo is self-conscious about.
Leo: It doesn't look... bad, does it? Yu? Ah.
#quarterdraws#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise leo#yuichi usagi#leoichi#haha not projecting about weight gain at all nobody perceive me#lol 80% of my turtles stuff is just giving them my problems
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our large bipedal son who we found on the street
#watch as i keep drawing things that r too dark to see#transformers idw#tf idw1#soundwave#laserbeak#buzzsaw#ravage#my art#urhhfhdshhfh#deeply hurt every time i think about their backstory#because they found him they saved him they raised him and then they end up at the head of 4 million years of war and theyre#theyre no longer a group of unlucky outcasts theyre the face of the decepticon menace and u think of all the ways theyve twisted and changed#the other cassettes joined from force or the perceived necessity of it as a fighting advantage but these four. they are the family and#and near the end of the run its brought up again how theyre separated across .so so far and they feel each other fade out it messes me up so#so bad like so incredibly bad
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hurt/comfort blurb based off an ask @missmeinyourbones received :3
gojo x gn!sorcerer!reader, he's ridiculous, lovesick and dramatic in the one but that's how we like him here so. enjoy!!
“where is our couch?”
gojo looks up at you from his phone, grinning at you gently with the small smile that he always wears; one you’ve come to adore over the years. this time, however, it does nothing but irritate you because there is a large, vacant space in the living room that has ‘gojo satoru’ written all over it.
“what do you mean?” he asks but the lilt in his tone tells you everything you need to know.
that one, gojo has everything to do with your missing couch. two, you have fallen for his bait, successfully tricked into talking to him because three hours ago, you refused to acknowledge his existence after a heated argument that ended with you promising to sleep on the couch. yet after one harmless trip to the supermarket, you come back to discover that your bed for the night was missing.
and you know him well enough to know that his giddiness stems from the fact that you’re finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for the past few hours.
“where. is. our. couch?” you reaffirm, emphasising each word so they can get through his thick skull.
“is it not in the living room?”
he sounds almost delighted at this peculiar interaction, seeming proud of himself as his eyes shine with mirth. they bravely look into your frustrated and irritated ones.
“i am in no mood to bicker, gojo,” you begin, “either you tell me where our couch has gone or i kick you out.”
the sorcerer pouts from where he sits on the bed, curling into a ball as he stares up at you. the sight would’ve been more comical if you weren’t so mad. “that’s not very nice.”
“you don’t deserve nice,” you mutter, turning on your heels to walk away before gojo can melt you with those honeyed words of his. from the bedroom, you hear fumbling and rustling, followed by footsteps.
instead of paying gojo any mind, you go to the kitchen counter where you left the many bags of groceries you bought.
he rests his elbows on the kitchen island, subliminally begging for an ounce of your attention whilst you sort through the bags. “would you like some help?”
you give him a brief side-eye before resuming. his pout worsens.
“if i tell you what happened to our couch, will you promise to sleep on the bed tonight?” pleads the white-haired, “with me?”
you sigh, “yes.”
“i warped it somewhere.”
“what?” you almost drop the carton of eggs in your hold. “what do you mean ‘somewhere’?”
“somewhere in jujutsu tech, i’m not really sure.” he cringes at the glare you shoot him. “i was gonna get it back if you agreed!”
that was your last straw. running a hand down your face, you don’t see the way that your lover stares at you with hope from the corner of your eye.
“for goodness’ sake, why did you warp our couch?” you quiz.
“because you were going to sleep there,” he murmurs, “and i didn’t know how else to change your mind.”
“you’re twenty-three, gojo. you should know a thing or two about how to reconcile properly by now.”
his pout worsens at the use of his family name. “i am a man in love, y/n, do you know what they say about men in love?”
before you can even think of a snarky remark, realisation hits you like an anvil. whenever gojo uses his teleportation technique it always… leaves… something behind.
rushing over to the carpet that used to be under the couch, you almost have a heart attack when you lift it up and see the scorched marks that occur as a byproduct. the white-haired leans against the kitchen island innocently, whistling.
“and what are you planning on doing about this?” you shriek. you try to remain calm, really, but it’s hard to do so because gojo has an affinity for driving you to the brink of insanity.
“i will get someone to fix it, i promise!”
“and will they not be suspicious that there are marks in our floor?”
“a little bribery never hurt nobody, and i have a lot of money to bribe someone successfully. plus, i have connections in the jujutsu world!”
you drop the carpet, giving up. “i’m calling shoko to crash at hers for the night-”
“-then i’ll warp her house.”
“can you even do that? a couch is pretty impressive already.”
“so you think i’m impressive?”
“gojo.”
“i don’t know if i can teleport a house but i’m always willing to try.”
you hate him, you decide. “even if you could warp a house, you shouldn’t, because shoko will kick your ass.”
“but you’ll protect me, won’t you?”
you say nothing, merely glancing at your boyfriend before reaching for your phone in your pockets. however, before you could even unlock the device, gojo is beside you, crouched down to your level. he maintains a respectable distance, one that does not invade your personal space whilst fulfilling his need to be close to you.
“are you actually leaving?” he whispers brokenly, completely changing the atmosphere as his eyes begin to shine with tears that threaten to spill.
your words are lodged in your throat at the pitiful sight. whilst some part of your brain curses you for giving in so easily, the other part that loves gojo (who are you kidding, all of you loves him) begins to feel a little bad.
he continues, reaching for your hand to play with your fingers, “please don’t leave. i’m sorry for what i said when we were arguing. i love you,” he pauses for a second before adding as an afterthought: “a lot.”
gojo’s apology, although a little awkward and rushed, is nothing short of endearing, successfully quelling the waves of frustration and anger you’ve been feeling for the past few hours. although the hurt has not completely faded, it’s a little less suffocating to be around him now.
his life is far from normal, you understand that, and you realised that it would be something you had to deal with when you started dating him in your last year at jujutsu tech. but you fell for gojo because of his sporadicity. life may have not been the same ever since, but in a world where all you are gifted is targets on your back in exchange for keeping lives safe, his love is a refreshing oasis for you to return to when all is said and done.
even though he expresses it through unconventional ways, such as teleporting your couch because he was heartbroken at the prospect of being away from you, you think it’s a fair trade.
as a way of accepting his apology, you open your arms for him and the white-haired doesn’t even let a second pass by before he’s crashing into you.
it’s comforting, the way he holds onto you like you’ll slip from his grasp otherwise. “i’ll go get our couch back soon,” he mutters into you, squeezing your waist a little tighter.
“we’re having a moment, gojo, please don’t mention the couch or i’ll be angry again.”
“sorry,” the white-haired raises his head to look at you, “can i at least get nickname privileges back?”
“you’re ridiculous,” you huff, “no.”
#leah pls don't perceive me this is saur embarrassing#if u read this i will simply#idk what i will do but i will do something#it feels like the heavens is deciding my fate idk this is a lot of pressure HELP#i'm not totally happy with this one#but i was determined to get this out lol so#mediocre writing as always bc what else do i give you all <33#i should get rid of this habit#gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojou x reader#gojo x reader fluff#gojo satoru x reader fluff#gojou satoru x reader fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff
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my sister told me that if you put something in the internet, that thing no longer belongs to you, it belongs to the internet
#i was so shocked ngl#i was drawing Hunter just now and asking myself if anyone's ever thought of him THAT WAY#HE WOULD NEVER#THE THOUGJT OF IT MAKES ME CFINGE#my boy gets all flustered and happy in front of his robot wife he is the real 'my wife is sosoft and i like her'#for B2. sometimes i wonder if ppl might either perceive her as naive#and if they saw her during the prologue they'd just say she's mean and uncaring#then i tell myself 'CANT A BOT BE MEAN AROUND HERE LEAVE HER ALONE !!!!!'X#starbstalks
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this is loosely based off of @emmyrosee 's messing with sukuna post bc i just love the idea of messing with your whiny baby dramatic boyfriend and i immediately thought about katsuki ! if you want this taken down lmk !
katsuki is hilarious to mess with.
you've only been staring at him for about 5 seconds when he turns to you.
"whaddya want ?" he asks with a raised brow. you're still all smiles, resting your head into your palm
"nothing." you hum, he grumbles a bit but doesn't pay it any mind. until you keep staring. he's trying to focus on his phone but you can tell he's about to snap when he starts squinting at the device.
"what ?" he grumbles, red eyes narrow at your smile widening.
"nothing !"
"yn. don't fuck with me."
"i'm not !" you giggle " i'm just looking at you, am i not allowed to ?"
you know exactly what to say to fluster him without fail every time, it's something you're most proud of when you see the tips of his ears turn a light shade of pink.
"..no."
you snort "no ?"
"shaddup." he says through gritted teeth "so what, you're just lookin' at me ?"
"yeah." you shrug "i like lookin' at my pretty boyfriend." you prop your head against the couch and sigh dreamingly to sell the lovesick act. katsuki inhales through his nose, chest puffing like he's upset and he tsks, ears and cheeks beet red.
"weirdo." he scoffs, then grabs the back of your head to pull you in and press his lips to yours roughly.
you're both breathing heavy when you pull away. he looks at you, mouth slightly agape as he heaves lightly, eyeing you from your eyes to your lips. and then he huffs through his nose like a bull and roughly pulls you into in chest, causing you to release an 'oomph !' at the force when he flops down onto the couch, pulling you with him.
"m'not pretty." he mocks your voice and you huff a laugh into his collarbone. you wiggle around and your boyfriend loosens his hold a bit so you can look up at him.
"you so are !" you argue, he won't look at you but narrows his eyes at the tv he'd turned to to distract himself from your gaze.
"nah, that's you, babe." he switches through the channels "thought you said i was handsome last week."
"you can be pretty and handsome at the same time, the proof is right in front of me." you flirt, he looks at your from the corner of his eye and his mouth curls up like he smelled something nasty when you wink at him.
"gross."
"you're blushing~" you sing, closing your eyes and laying your head onto his chest, you sigh happily when he starts rubbing up and down your back instinctively.
"go to sleep. m'tired of listening to you." he pushes your head down into his chest jokingly and you giggle. you can't see the smirk growing on his face from where your being shoved into.
you wrestle out of his hold to look at him to see he's already staring at you, half smirk on his face and he scoffs at your expression, you huff through your nose and your smile widens.
"you love me." you whisper knowingly, katsuki takes the hand off of your back to pinch at your side and he snorts when you squeal.
"unfortunately."
you yelp when he wets his lips and he captures yours in a sloppy wet kiss.
#bakugou katsuki x reader#iiii kinda jus wanted to write this randomly do not perceive me#not proofread at all he just seems fun to make fun of#didnt get to add this in the fic but i needed yall to see how much of a loser katsuki is by remembering a random compliment from last week#LMFAOO#bakugou imagine#bakugo fluff#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki bakugo fluff#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#bakugou drabble#bakugou x y/n#bakugou x you#bakugo x female reader#bakugo x y/n#bakugo x you#bakugo x reader
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