I LOVE THIS AGAHNSJN

holy shit this is fucking amazing

thank you for the food😩🙏🏻🙏🏻

guess who started writing again harharhar in-depth character analysis of katsuki, Izuku, and ochako is next

tryna decide if this should be a quick oneshot or a multichapter over 8 yrs his time

great heavens i haven't posted in a while

“You think your plushies get jealous watching me fuck you?”

“Satoru, please, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning.”

“I’m just thinkin’ about their feelings, baby.”

“They’re little stuffed animals, ‘Toru, they don’t have feelings.” You blink your eyes open as you squint at him in the darkness of your room, just barely making out the silhouette and one of your squishes.

“Don’t listen to them, Carmelita, they didn’t mean it.” He loudly whispers to the squish squeezed in his arms, and you quickly sit up as you blindly reach out for him.

“Give me her! Why is she in the bed? I put her on the shelf earlier!”

“Because I wanted to hold my daughter, that’s why! Don’t be stingy!”

“You’re gonna get her dirty, Satoru!” You fight to pull her from his arms, and he whines and flips over, trapping her between his chest and your mattress while you push at his back.

“Then I’ll give her a nice bubble bath.”

“You can’t just wash her, you’ll ruin her fabric and softness. It’s a very gentle, precise process that I absolutely do not trust you with, so give me her.”

“No.”

“Yes!”

“No~”

“Satoru!”

“If you two don’t shut up, I’m going to release every single disgusting curse I’ve swallowed up to this point and let them level this entire block.”

“Suguru,” you lean over the side of the bed, making out yet another dark figure laid on the floor. “As long as the curse takes him out first then I would be okay with that.”

“Hah? You’d just let him kill your boyfriend?”

“Without a doubt, yes.”

if you asked laios to send a whimper audio he'd send his whimpering dog impression and ask how you knew he could that

my boy sero looking fine as fuck i see

Clean scan of the 10th anniversary color page

Password

Dan Heng: How’d you guys hack into my Netflix account?

Caelus: Hack is a stretch. I guessed the password.

Stelle: Same, maybe next time don’t make it so obvious.

March: Even I figured it out, first try too.

You: *typing something on the computer* I’m the password?!

Dan Heng: STOP BREAKING INTO MY NETFLIX ACCOUNT!!

kaeya as sleeping beauty and diluc as the prince but it’s all wrong

diluc: *gets face to face to a sleeping kaeya and whispers* fuck you

kaeya: *wakes up*

diluc: tf😨 why’d u wake up

kaeya: joe…

diluc: joe?

kaeya: JOE MAMA

diluc: *punches him back to sleep*

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^^based on a dream i had the other night

i fr woke up laughing my ass out

ugh i need to drink with post-graduate suga i just know it would fix me >_>

"...alright. Just the usual ones? Night time too...and tampons. Don't ever apologise. Alright. We'll be home soon. I love you."

The mid-morning traffic, less frantic now than an hour before, shhhaaaahed around the car. From the passenger seat, Yuuji watched Kento with a fascination about to bubble over with suppressed laughter. Kento put the phone down. Yuuji, just a boy, grinned, almost teasingly at Kento.

"Tampons, huh, Nanamin?"

Kento looked to Yuuji, flicking the windscreen wipers on to rid the screen of drifting cherry blossom. His face remained neutral, sincerely questioning. Yuuji scoffed, bold as brass, before continuing.

"Jeez Nanamin...you're such a simp."

Kento's eyes narrowed, searching for meaning. He repeated, slowly, the word unfamiliar upon his tongue.

"...'simp'."

"You'd do anything for her, right?"

"Is that...a bad thing? You say the word, not that I know it, as if it's derogatory."

Kento tapped on his phone, and Yuuji backpedaled, his grin sliding away to a wide-mouthed grimace as he waved his hands in a fit of no, wait, I can explain. Kento appeared to be reading, his face growing dour. He huffed, one short puff of air from his nose. He tucked his phone away.

"Ah-- Nanamin-- I didn't mean--"

"A simp, hmm? Alright. Come along, Yuuji."

They drove. Yuuji bit his nails as he stared out into traffic. Kento was silent, calm.

And Kento took Yuuji on errands.

At the Conbini, Kento collected pads, tampons, snacks and pain relief.

"Do you have any of the night time ones?" Kento asked the assistant, holding up a pack of pads, unashamed, as Yuuji tried to sink into the floor, just a boy. As the assistant walked away, Kento asked Yuuji, calmly.

"Would a simp do this?"

"Ah...jeez, I...yeah, I guess so."

"Alright."

In the Florist's, Kento was meticulous with the sweating assistant, identifying only the finest blooms of your favourite wildflowers. He commandeered, insisting they were wrapped in brown paper, stamped with wax and tied with ribbons. Tapping his fingers on the counter, bored, Yuuji's reverie was once more broken by Kento's smooth timbre.

"Would a simp do this?"

Kento walked up beside Yuuji, with a spray of sweet botanicals in his arms. Yuuji squirmed beneath the schooling.

"Yeah, I...I reckon so. Probably."

"Splendid. Come along."

At the launderette, collecting your repaired jacket; "Would a simp do this?"

At your parents' house, dropping off a birthday card; "Would a simp do this?"

At Jujutsu High, filing some late paperwork for you; "Would a simp do this?"

In the car, calling Ijichi to cancel drinks the following night; "Would a simp do this?"

By the time Kento had completed his errands, Yuuji sulked, just a boy, begrudging how overboard Kento had gone, all because Yuuji had used slang that meant nothing apart from something Kento couldn't understand.

Yuuji stood back in the hallway, shucking his shoes off, as Kento walked ahead.

Yuuji's eyes darted up, to you, shocked to see that you were...a mess. You could hide the tears all you liked, but your puffy lips and salt-sore cheeks told of a whole day of crying. The dinner Yuuji usually enjoyed wasn't made. The fragrant candles that Yuuji usually enjoyed weren't lit. The curtains were closed.

Yuuji felt vicariously guilty for something he had not done, but he listened to yours and Kento's mumbled conversation.

"...sorry...so shit...haven't done anything...needed you...Yuuji must be hungry, I..."

"...shhh...done nothing wrong...Ijichi cancelled tomorrow anyway...order take-out...come here..."

Kento held you in a rustle of bags and brown-papered flowers. He did not begrudge the tear stains on his lapels. He looked at you as though your very blood ran divine, when you gave the flowers and bag of snacks a watery smile, pressing a salty kiss to Kento's cheeks before walking to the kitchen.

As Kento and Yuuji stood back, watching you swipe your tears away before beginning to fill a vase with Kento's wildflowers, Yuuji dawned upon the cusp of a bold new understanding. Kento felt it, this gentle yearning, and took Yuuji by the hand over the horizon.

Kento's voice was, slow, considered, and gut-wrenchingly sincere.

"Never deny yourself the beauty of loving someone without restraint, for the fear of vulnerability, Yuuji. Never let anyone taint the way love should guide and consume you. Because if loving wholeheartedly is weakness...you shouldn't want to be strong."

Yuuji watched the gentle golden thread of joy that Kento had woven through your sadness. He shuffled, his hands in his pockets, his peachy head tilted down as he kicked at his shoes.

"...yeah, I get you. I'll... I'll be a simp too, then. When I find the one. And...and I'll be proud of it."

Kento smiled, pressing a bag of snacks to Yuuji's chest.

"And I'll be proud of you."