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if deku wasn’t such a wuss and ratted out bakugou for being a bully to his mom .. no angst. mama bakugou would’ve straightened his ass out.. snitches get stitches but so will bakugou if he keeps it up
his parents would’ve taught him some respect!!
i get the character development need but really what a failure on everyone around him. Do you Not see this weird mean child discriminating against people… and not consider… stopping that line of thinking
Held in your Incandescence
kiba flexes as like a joke sometimes and likes to stretch his arms and drape them across the back of the couch or fold them behind his head, and it always messes with you because it instantly makes you remember the way he also likes to put you in a headlock while he fucks you.
submissive in the way a livestock guardian dog is submissive to the sheep it kills wolves for
What are some chronic illnesses that can only occur in a fantasy setting?
old inko and shigaraki doodles
au where inko unknowingly befriends the leader of the league of villains and ruins afo’s schemes with the power of motherly love
girlfriends!
jisoupy
Katsuki with cuteness aggression is my new favourite thing
ugh i need to drink with post-graduate suga i just know it would fix me >_>
sukuna is this bad boy womanizer that claims that he'll never settle down, and then you happen and BAM. he's in your shared kitchen, heating up a bottle for your baby so you can get a bath and a glass of wine
he's like. wait how the fuck did THIS happen?
Imagine Nanami Kento waking up from anesthesia after surgery, his bleary and unfocused gaze landing on you (his wife) standing beside him and holding his hand in yours. You smile at him warmly, softly reassuring him that he's okay and that you're right here beside him as he stares at you silently.
Nanami looks down at your joined hands, his gaze seems to focus on the wedding band adorning his ring finger. He stares at it for a moment before looking back up at you.
"Who are you?" He slurs, his words sloshy and imprecise. So unlike him, and so very adorable. "Are you a nurse?"
You giggle at Nanami's question.
"No, I'm not a nurse."
Nanami seems puzzled at your response. His brows furrow as his fingers move against yours, thumb stroking across your knuckles in that gentle motion he always does to soothe you. Your smile widens. Looks like there are some things that even ketamine can't erase.
"Wow. You got the most gorgeous smile. Are you a model? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my whole life. You got really pretty teeth too..."
Kento's fingers tighten around yours, his voice falling into a groggy whisper.
"But...I think I'm married. We shouldn't be holding hands like this."
You bite your lip, fighting against the bubbling laughter in your throat and failing.
"O-Oh?"
Nanami nods, his expression shifting from one of appreciative awe to adorable seriousness.
"I want to be a good husband."
Well that just about melted your whole damn heart. Even the hospital staff in the background can't repress their "awww"s and "that's a keeper"s.
"Don't worry, you are a wonderful husband, Kento. I know that for sure."
He's confused again, those unfocused honey brown's searching yours, trying to figure out the situation as best as he can given the circumstances.
"How do you know?"
You raise your left hand, bringing it into his line of sight and wiggle your ring finger, the golden band surrounding it captures Nanami's attention in an instant.
"Because I'm your wife."
Nanami's eyes instantly grow wide, his expression morphing into one of childlike wonder.
"You're my wife?"
You laugh.
"Yes."
He squeezes your hand with a surprising amount of strength given that he was knocked out cold not that long ago.
"We're really married?"
"Yes."
"Wow..." Kento breathes, drifting off for a moment before asking you another question. "Have we kissed yet?"
His innocent yet hilarious question sends you into another fit of laugher.
"Y-yes! Many times."
Nanami rewards you with a dopey smile, his gaze so utterly loving, enchanted by your unrestrained joy.
"My wife." He murmurs adoringly, his fingers reaching up to caress your cheek.
"I love hearing you laugh." His palm cups your face. "You really are so beautiful. I hit the jackpot, didn't I?"
Grinning from ear to ear, you press a tender kiss to Kento's fingertips before guiding his hand back down to the bed.
"Alright sweetest man alive, you need to stop talking before you make every person in this room fall in love with you. I'm going to grab a snack for us for later. I'll be right back, okay?"
Kento nods.
"Okay. Can I get another kiss when you come back?"
I could talk for hours about the sweet spot between regulus being a softie as a child and a teen/adult grew into someone with practically unbreakable walls that are simply part of him now and how that softie still shines through liek a ghost haunting a house. BUT my favorite example is Regulus being someone who has a visceral reaction to things he finds cute and precious, liek small animals or moths or toys no one cares about. He obviously knows how to keep that reaction to a minimum when around other people so none of his closest friends see him genuinely geek out over something adorable even when they know he is still softer to cute things, but he’s got that bubbling urge still that he keeps under wraps with like a twitch in his eye. That is, until he sees Barty in his raccoon animagus form for the first time and he just stops because he’s never seen a raccoon before but then he just melts and the next thing anyone knows he’s cradles Barty like a baby while he just goes insane about how adorable he is and he can’t stop smiling and gushing and the rest of the skittles are just watching with a prideful ‘huh. That’s new.’ sort of thought because it’s nice to see the traces of genuine sweetness left in their friend sometimes. And Barty is absolutely cheezed after, he’s just a complete dope high on the joy of being fawned over and pampered so much by his favorite boy. It’s a good day for everyone.
Sirius looking at Regulus in animagus form: The most dangerous animal on this planet. A violent creature filled with hateful thoughts and a lust for blood. Teeth like razors to suck the meat from your bones.
Regulus cuddles with him.
Sirius hugging Regulus: Yes, when all is said and done, he is a killer.
Barty's animagus being a pigeon that always shits on people's heads and occasionally in their mouths if the wind cooperates
obsessed with the idea of barty’s animagus being a raccoon
REMUS LUPIN COMMENTATING ON GYRIFFINDOR VS SLYTHERIN GAMES (some time in 6th year)
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Remus: Welcome to the quiddich games i'm Remus Lupin and I'm forced to be here I hope you fuckers enjoy my pain
McGonagall: Remus Lupin!
Remus: *ahem* sorry miss but we're off the two terms are flying up to... hit things? Honestly im best friends with the Gyriffindor captain and fucking the beater no clue what's- OUCH MISS IM SORRY but that was uncalled for simply stating fac- OUCH-
ANYWAY our captain Potter is about to score- and missed, call me delusional but I'm pretty sure he was staring at baby Black, really Potter? Let's all thank your captain as Slytherin now have the ball thing- quaffle? Aaaannnd they score well done James WELL DONE.
McGonagall: let's move on from James please, 10 points to Slytherin.
Remus: Of course and the game begins again OH Marlene is going for the other more aggressive ball thing-
McGonagall: bludger
Remus: yes that, and she hits it! Go her that was good it went straight for the Slytherin team and OH MY GOD MCKINNON YOU DIDNT JUST WINK AT MEADOWES but that was smooth, I'm sure she was impressed... I'm being glared at LETS MOVE ON OH WOW James? Did you just SCORE I'm suprised you didn't get distracted aga-
McGonagall: REMUS LUPIN!
Remus: Aanndd 10 points go to Gyriffindor Barty is definitely not happy with that i don't know what you do but go hit those angry balls! Make a show for your boyfriend!
Now the games start again Gyriffindor is ahead wow if only Regulus Black stopped staring at someone's THIGHS WE'D BE DONE
YOURE. NOT. SUBTLE. BABY. BLACK.
Remus: ...ladies and gentlemen Miss McGonagall just laughed she can also see the pin-
McGonagall: Remus Lupin please leave
Remus: Of course miss can I just...?
McGonagall: ...just make it quick
Remus: Sirius you look so hot right now I'm gonna f-
McGonagall: SAY ANOTHER WORD AND YOURE NEVER LEAVING DETENTION
Remus: f-all in love with you even more...
McGonagall: ...
Remus: ...shit did Sirius just fall off his broom?
McGonagall: thank Merlin, Regulus caught the snitch GAME IS OVER SLYTHERIN WIN, REMUS DETENTION LEAVE NOW!
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The chaos if Remus was a quiddich commentator
(I love it)
I CAME TO REQUEST, IN THE NAME OF THE FANDOM WE MUST SEE….
your version of “things I posted to get my crush to date me”
Specially Barty….
Hahaha ooooh Barty
May I present to you…
Things Barty Crouch Jr posted hoping to get (fem) readers attention:
(did i do this right? I’ve only ever seen one of these before!)
animagus 🐾
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
“if you were an animal you would be a hyena.”
sukuna glares at you with a bewildered look, brows furrowing together, “the fuck?”
“you give major hyena vibes.”
he growls at you, thigh nudging your head off, but you don’t falter, giggling at his reaction.
“what animal do you think i am?”
“a bitch.”
you burst out laughing, hands coming over your tummy while he continues glaring down at you. why are you so happy—
“a doggie then, that’s so cute, ryo!”
and then he gets kind of… mopey. all quiet, doesn’t even play with your hair or invite you back on his lap; just lets you lay your head on his thighs and stares at the tv, although it’s obvious he is thinking hard.
10 minutes pass in silence before you put away your phone and look up at him curiously, “what’s on your min—”
“i would be a wolf.” he murmurs, eyes staring down at his lap while his arms cross over his chest.
you eye his pouty face wearily, sitting up with a small huff. “what?”
“i said i’d be a damn wolf, woman!”
you bite your lower lip, hand coming up to cover the lower half of your face in an attempt to hide the smile that threatens to give away your amusement. he’s been thinking about that for the past 10 minutes, waiting for you to speak up.
“ryo~” you let out a snort, relishing in the way his eyes widen and posture stiffens, enraged by your reaction. “you’re too funny!”
“i will tear you apart.”
“that’s what a hyena would do.”
“run.”
this sucks so bad i need to [remembers suicide jokes only worsen my mental health] put on the best talent show this towns ever seen
Inspired by dis
Me at Zhongli who was in his dragon form: u liek gold? Here have some *proceeds to throw the gold bar as far as I can and watch him run after it to add to his lil hoard*
Just him collecting various pebbles and shiny things to make a pile and sleeping around it. Half or full dragon Zhongli just waggling his tail when he sees someone giving him shinies owo
That's the meal
I AM CACKLING BUT ALSO SQUEALING BECAUSE YES I LOVE THE IDEA THAT DRAGON ZHONGLI WAGS HIS TAIL WHEN HE’S HAPPY (literally a chapter in universe abound is gonna have this as the premise lsjdklfjslkdf)
your jewelry doesn’t need a box no more - they’re being kept safe by your dragon boyfriend and he loves that you will always go to him to ask where your cor lapis earrings are. he normally doesn’t like people touching his shinies but if it’s you, he can certainly make an exception <3
also consider picky dragon zhongli-
you: zhongli fetch! *throws a crystal ore*
dragon!zhongli: *crosses his arms and sighs* i am not a do-
you: i said fetch! *throws a cor lapis*
dragon!zhongli: *jumps into the air to chase after the gem*
the child soldier summer tour
13k | bnha | bakugou & class 1-a, bakugou & midoriya, bakugou/kirishima
The scheduling gods – AKA Yaoyorozu Momo and Iida Tenya – slapped down the papers on the kitchen table. There were way too many people in Jirou’s apartment, but Bakugou was just thankful that they’d decided not to cram his living room for this. Usually, they liked to, because he had the biggest living space seeing as his place came with three obnoxious roommates, but today they’d all met at Jirou’s and Jirou had only acted totally fine with twenty people shoved into her little two-bed box that she shared with Ashido, and now they were all climbing over each other to see the meticulous schedule their ex-class presidents had put together for the summer.
“This is insane—when are we supposed to pee?” Kaminari yelped, as Kirishima complained, “Three back-to-back – are you forgetting we’re heroes too?”
“Bathroom breaks will be scheduled on a day-to-day basis,” Yaomomo said, Iida chopping the air behind her.
“The schedule has been designed with heroics in mind!” he cried. “This way, everyone can attend an equal number of events, while also maintaining their agency contracts. We will have handouts for everyone to take back to their agencies!”
“This is amazing, guys,” Deku gushed. Bakugou shoved himself past Sero to get a look. True to form, the schedule was a colour-coded nightmare of thirty-six tour dates across twenty-nine locations in Japan over only the two months of summer. The system was divided equally between the five members of the band who had to appear at every concert (for obvious reasons) and the fifteen remaining ex-classmates who insisted that they, too, were also part of the band and would be coming along to roadie, dance, or just take selfies backstage and get in the way.
Bakugou’s opinion on the whole tour had originally been fuck that, if I’m gonna be a hero, I can’t waste an entire summer playing music, followed by three days of yelling and the eventual decision that if he didn’t spend a summer playing music now, when the hell would he ever get the chance to do it again?
They were freshly twenty, some of them still holding onto the reins of nineteen, and they’d only been out of Yuuei for a year. Only experienced the world of being rookie heroes for twelve short months and already it was more than they’d bargained for. Their second and third years in school had been downright peaceful compared to that hellish first, and maybe Bakugou would’ve preferred it if they had been just as dangerous – they’d gone soft, almost, in that time. Memories of the war had finally started to fade, and peacetime was a good look on them all. They were well-rested, therapized, on top of their studies and throwing late night parties in their dorms – when they’d been kicked out onto the streets of Japan, expected to rent an apartment and go to a job and be famous fucking heroes, the culture shock had damn near knocked half of them on their asses.
Bakugou didn’t want or need a break – but they were a damn good band, and there was no time he saw for himself in the next twenty years that would allow them to do a tour like this again.
When he’d consented to the band at one of their jam nights, they’d all fucking cheered. Then they’d added him into the groupchat with the rest of the class that they’d made three days before, fully knowing he would change his mind.
“Alright, everyone take a copy,” Yaomomo continued. “Then check it over – you have one calendar week to return with any necessary changes before we confirm bookings with the venues. It’s alright if you need to switch, just let us know by the deadline.”
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Bakugou slumped into the chair opposite Best Jeanist. He’d signed on for eighteen months at the agency, his last months falling at the end of summer. He watched Jeanist’s eyebrows vanish under his hair as he read over the schedule.
“Well, this is organised – who put this together?”
“Creati and Ingenium,” he replied, tipping his head back. Even the ceiling was obnoxiously bedazzled. A disco ball hung from the centre; somewhere around the building, Aoyama was interning – a common appreciation for Best Jeanist (albeit for entirely different reasons) was the only thing the two had in common. Aoyama was a year behind everyone else since the whole, you know, All For One traitor shit, but he was pulling it back, and Bakugou respected the drive if nothing else.
“I would expect nothing less from them,” Jeanist mused. “I can’t say I’m surprised, as you warned me just how much time you would be spending on this during the summer, but I’m happy to sign it all off.”
Bakugou tilted his head forward. He’d expected even the slightest negotiation. “You are.”
“Of course. Bakugou, your work has been admirable and impressive this past year, but you haven’t taken a single day of holiday and there comes a point when that becomes a work violation as an employer. So I’m thrilled to roll over your unused holiday days into this calendar year so you can go on this tour.”
Bakugou raised an eyebrow. Jeanist had a way of speaking like he was always on camera, but there were none in here and he wasn’t about to be bullshitted by his own boss. “Alright, now tell me what you really think.”
He could see Jeanist’s smile beyond the high collar. “I think…” he hummed. “Approximately three years ago, when you were barely sixteen, you died, Katsuki.” Bakugou swallowed, tensing at the given name. “You then got up and kept going. You took down All For One, you ploughed through months of gruelling rehabilitation and graduated third in your class two years later without so much as a single break.”
“I went home for Christmas,” Bakugou muttered.
Jeanist continued anyway, “You haven’t done anything for yourself in all the time I’ve known you. No—that’s a lie. You joined a band. But even that, initially, was to cheer up your fellow students who had been put out by your class’ misfortune. So, if this band is the one thing you let yourself enjoy, away from being a hero, I would be a terrible employer, and a terrible friend, to not allow you time to take part in it. And I hope that in return – although, really, it would be tacky to get any sort of thanks for this – I would appreciate a single ticket to see your finale show in Musutafu.”
Bakugou blinked. Jeanist stared. Bakugou’s mouth curled into the sharp kind of smile.
“I think I can swing a ticket.”
“Then I wish you all the best of luck on your tour,” Jeanist said. “Let me know what dates you can work, and if you need any help choosing what to do after your contract runs out.”
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COMING TO A CITY/TOWN/NONDESCRIPT WAREHOUSE NEAR YOU
THIS SUMMER
A BAND: THE CHILD SOLDIER SUMMER TOUR
continue reading on ao3
btw dating sucks as a concept.
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Ryoko Kui is the best to ever do it.
art by The Baby Goat
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