Ty For The Tag Nana!!

the way you guys are in my asks abt moodboards keep that same energy when i ask for selfship questions smh 😒

IRISH R U STILL SICK do you feel my intimidating aura scaring off the virus thingy away

yes i’m still sick, unfortunately LOL

and no i dont ur aura is nothing compared to mine

who’d help me cheat on my man if i had a man who cheated on me first /j

shoyo no he wouldn’t but he would most definitely make small moves after i break up with my man to plot on me.

osamu if he has animosity towards my man he’d 100 percent do it, but if he doesn’t then i dunno.

atsumu with his freaky ah he’s been dying for a bite trust. 😒

kuroo nope, he’s to possessive that man will post me on his instagram story if we made out so he’d hold back from helping me.

suna not rlly he just doesn’t care.

sakusa would laugh at me he doesn’t care.

kenma he doesn’t care either.

daichi no he wouldn’t, but he’d definitely give the guy speeding tickets.

Suga yes. He’s just like me.

𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞

pairing: husband!katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, light angst (if you squint), hurt/comfort, emotional argument, established relationship

notes: the start of the katsuki fics for his bday aka toke letting the drafts free 💋

516 | your first argument as a married couple is entirely different and yet somehow still completely the same

Katsuki doesn't let either of you go to bed upset. After an argument, you storm back into your shared bedroom at 11 PM, fully expecting him to be asleep, but he’s not. He’s there, sitting against the headboard, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows over the hard lines of his body. His chin rests against his hand, fingers pressed into his check like they’re the only thing keeping him wake. His crimson eyes find yours, tired and unreadable, lingering on you in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Finally ready to talk?” he asks, voice low and rough, as though he hasn’t spoken in hours. As if your name’s been sitting on the edge of his throat all night, waiting for the moment you’d come back.

You swallow hard, shoulders tense. You want to be angry still, want to cling to the pride that made you storm away in the first place. But the way he looks at you, baggy-eyed, distant, but not cruel. It breaks down whatever resentment you had left and for a fleeting moment you think it is unfair.

“I didn’t think you’d still be awake,” you say softly, eyes darting away like you’re ashamed, like part of you wanted him to chase after you when you stormed out of this room hours before.

He exhales through his nose, shifting just slightly. “Of course I am. What kinda man do you think I am?”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest. Not because they’re harsh, but because they’re honest. Blunt. Him.

You move slowly, like your body’s still unsure, and he watches you the whole time. Never pushing, never rushing, just waiting. And when you finally cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed, you feel the tension in his frame start to ease.

“I hate fighting with you,” you whisper, more to yourself than him. Arms reflexively wrapped round your frame.

“I hate fighting with you,” he says immediately, voice thick with something that makes your throat tighten. You feel. the bed shift and his heat radiated behind you. “But I’ll do it if it means we get better. If it means we don’t let this shit sit between us like poison.”

His hands brush your elbow first. A reminder. He rubs at your skin and something inside you aches. Your smaller hands find his without thinking, fingers brushing together. He grips you gently, just enough to let you know he’s still here, still yours, no matter what.

You don’t apologize with words. Not yet. You both will…. eventually. But for now, in the quiet of your shared bedroom, under the soft glow of the lamp and the quiet buzz of forgiveness hanging in the air, you let him pull you close.

He presses his forehead to yours, breath warm against your lips. Crimson eyes hidden.

“No goin’ to bed mad, remember?” he murmurs. “That was the deal.”

And you nod. Because when it comes to love, his love, it’s not about being right.

It’s about coming back.

Always.

hi darling <3 i hope you have a good morning, you’re amazing and i’m very proud of you <3 you’re doing a great job :)

- love bug <3 🍪

Hi bug thank you so much i love you bbg 😞🫶🏼

FRUITFUL.

summary: in the winters of the cold and barren, you are the forbidden fruit that ryomen sukuna revolves around— a refreshingly crisp beauty. but even all winter fruits die, and he’s willing to prevent that demise to ever come to you.

cw: angst no comfort, slight fluff, mentions of death and loss of loved ones, heian era sukuna, slow burn w no happy ending, short chapters, inconsistent updates, tba

STAGES OF WINTER— first snow fall — your village is one that prides itself on the lasting fruits of winter. but what will you do if this winter bears no fruit, and the consequence is flames engulfing the entirety of your home. and who exactly is ryomen sukuna ..? ripe through the core — you’re the the only survivor of the fire. now, the beast of the forest has taken you in his hold, and you are beyond loathing. despite being adamant on escaping him, you can’t help but be drawn and care for a dying garden, specifically, a dying apple tree. undermine — so what if you’re taking care of a damned, dying tree ? it’s not like he’s going to help you with it. no, never expect that. ever. instinct — there’s someone else. someone else that had survived the fire from all those months ago. and now, something is coming and ryomen is willing to stop it come to you with all the power he possesses. time (passage of) — ryomen does not feel anything more than greed, gluttony, and bloodshed. so why, as he holds your limp body, does he feel his heart finally soften. why is it only now that he comes to his final conclusion about you.

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loving your header

thank you reya it’s me and me core

I think once bakugou gets over the potential fear of rejection, he is ALL in when it comes to you. he flirts so obviously (in his own bakugou way), he hesitantly compliments, he finds any excuse to be around you.

Like that boy is SO down bad. Loyal to the HIGHEST degree.

NEW THEME ON @pomeloblush YAYAY

call me a brazilboo with how bad i want to go to brazil.