Between the cosmic void, bad passwords, and the whims of my past self - I've been locked out of my old Tumblr.
If you're wondering why I appear to be reposting writing that already exists - I'm the original author.
My new site will be an archive of poems, stories, and worlds I've created before, returned to the present. So fear not, for nostalgia is not plagiarism.
(Plus I'm adding more characters to write for and going to try and be better about keeping a masterlist updated. PS, all characters I write for are going to be aged up to 18+,
so minors, for your own safety, please DNI)
Husband!Satoru has been pissing you off all day. Not the usual “ugh, he’s being a little shit again” kind of annoying. No. He has been testing every last bit of your fucking patience. And when you finally call him out on it, the absolute bastard has the audacity to laugh.
You grab the nearest object and throw it at his head. The object stops dead in the air a few inches from his face.
The little bitch just turned on Infinity.
He looks at the object floating in front of his face, then at you. And because Satoru Gojo has apparently decided that today is a great day to die, he grins and says:
“Was that supposed to scare me?”
You take a step toward him.
He immediately takes one back, and his grin slowly disappears.
“Baby, let’s not do anything we’re going to regret.”
You keep walking. He takes another step back, hands slightly raised like he’s dealing with a wild animal.
“Sweetheart.”
Another step.
“Love of my life.”
You stop right in front of him.
“Turn off Infinity, Gojo.”
“...I’m actually going to say no to that.”
Your eyes narrow.
“Turn. It. Off.”
He stares at you for a long second, blue eyes flicking over your face like he’s calculating the risk.
“...Are you going to hit me?”
You don’t answer.
“Oh, fuck.”
You take another step forward and he immediately backs away.
“Nope. We’re keeping Infinity on.”
“Satoru.”
“No.”
“You’re a coward.”
“A living one, thank you very much.”
And that is how the strongest spends the rest of the day with Infinity permanently activated in his own house because his wife threw something at him once.
He doesn’t even turn it off when he goes to sleep.
Catching up on Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War and I’m still obsessed with this show even after all this time and even after they killed off one of my very first crushes 😢
SYNOPSIS: after getting in another fight, you and your friends wind up in a jail cell. you call your boyfriend to get you out.
NOTES: quick drabble, somewhat crack fic? but not really lol. established relationship. fluff. mention of fighting n blood by reader.
“who is this!?”
the phone doesn’t have a second to ring before your boyfriend screeches down the phone. it sounds as if something’s in his mouth, a pen? he’s usually in his agency office at this time, finishing up an evening patrol and about to go home.
“hello? who the fuck got my number—,”
you take a deep breath before revealing yourself.
“it’s me, katsuki.”
“kacchan, did you get the stats—,”
bakugou sits up in his black leather chair, dropping his ballpoint pen and waving at deku across the room to shut up. he recognises you from the first syllable that crackles down the line.
“yn? baby? why’re you calling me from an unknown number? where’re you? you okay? what’s—,”
“i only have a minute so let me talk.”
you’re supposed to be out tonight with your girls, a monthly club night where you dance, eat and drink. a few of your favourite things in the world. you even sent him a selfie blowing a kiss before you left in your pretty outfit, wishing him good luck on his patrol and hoping he doesn’t get too bored with the low crime rates.
bakugou’s heart spikes, inhaling deeply before standing up. a villain has kidnapped you… someone is out to harm you. he’s already looking around for his gauntlets. he just tugged out of his hero suit but it’s right across the room for him to pull back on.
“what’s wrong with yn?” deku frowns from his seat on bakugou’s sofa. he’s typing up notes from their patrol together. bakugou hushes him again, with a warning finger.
“go on. are you safe?”
“please don’t be mad at me. please don’t be. but i might need you to—,”
“thirty seconds!” a man shouts somewhere down your line.
“who the fuck is that?” bakugou shouts, grabbing his keys and pulling an arm through his uniform. usually he’s levelheaded during missions and patrols. a mobile alert that there’s a villain robbery downtown doesn’t send a pang of panic through him. nor a kidnapping or high risk attack. bakugou’s seen it all. nothing scares him anymore.
but anything to do with you and bakugou’s back to square one. he can barely think straight. every single thought of his is scrambled, spelt backwards and upside down and he needs to get to you now.
“dickhead officer,” you mumble quickly, “okay don’t be mad at me, i need you to come get me at the station. maybe get me out of jail with your hero ways and connections. please. don’t be mad.”
it’s all in one long ramble and he imagines you at the police station, fingers playing with the loopy wire of the telephone. bakugou freezes in place. his shoulders drop and he relaxes.
the list of reasons why bakugou loves you goes on forever. bakugou himself is yet to find an end to it. he loves your patience with him and his job, how you’re understanding when he needs to leave a date early and interrupts your evenings with heroic phone calls. how you’re always willing to learn something new, like self defence with him in his agency gym. he loves how much you love your friends and family, just like he does his. willing to stand up for them and stand by them. he also loves how you never take any disrespect. not from anybody, to you or others. that is exactly why he struggles to be mad at you right now.
“hah? the fuck did you do?” he pauses, pulling off his hero suit. he doesn’t need it. you already did the work for him.
“why do you assume it was me!?” you whine down the line.
“wasn’t it? why the hell are you in there?” he wants to bark but his tone softens knowing you’re on the other end. you give a dramatic huff that makes him grip the phone tighter for more.
bakugou looks at deku who still stares expectantly, unsure if he should be putting his hero suit on also. bakugou shakes his head.
“i’ll explain when you’re here. come quickly please. it stinks—,”
“ten seconds!” the same voice.
“quick, baby. i love you!” you shout.
“fuck, baby. love y—,”
bakugou shoves his phone in his pocket, letting out a short hearty laugh.
“is everything okay with yn? did someone hurt her?”
“it’s gonna be the opposite. she’s in jail right now.”
when your boyfriend stops into the police station, with his black boots, black jeans and an oversized grey hoodie, you squeal, running to the bars trapping you inside like an animal. he looks so good, all boyfriend with his hood over his head and bags under his eyes. you even catch him rolling his eyes at you, giving you a nod and lip bite as you jump in excitement.
“katsuki’s here, he’s gonna get us out! we’re saved!” you tell your two friends sitting arms folded in the jail cell with you.
you wave to him and bakugou stomps right over, past the authorised doors and right to your cell.
“excuse me, sir! you can’t just—,”
bakugou turns to the police officer, one eyebrow raised.
“oh! dynamight, why are you here?” the policeman’s face floods a bright pink but both you and bakugou ignore him.
bakugou immediately reaches his hand through the bars, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side.
“he was the one telling me to hurry up on the phone!” you say smushed, “i’m okay! you should see the other girl!”
there’s no scratches on your face. your makeup has smudged and sweated off, just from time and dancing earlier. there is blood on your knuckles however, contrasting against your short little party girl outfit.
bakugou drops his hand with a loud grunt then eyes your friends, who send him jolly smiles and even a wave.
“hey dynamight!”
“thanks for helping us!”
he still has a soft spot for your friends, who look exactly like you. no bruises or scratches. the only proof of a fight is maybe two broken nails on your friend’s left hand and your other friend’s hair is a tamed mess. he often cooks you and them dinner whenever he is around your flat.
“why the hell are you here, baby? again?” he sighs hopelessly. he shakes his head, ignoring the other cells of people eying him suspiciously.
a prohero visiting a jail cell? probably not his biggest fans.
still you smile at bakugou shyly, “i said don’t be mad!”
“i need to know what happened so i can get you out,” he levels with you.
you huff, looking away from your lover.
“baby. you told me to come quickly. i know you’re fine so what happened?” he soothes, despite the fact you don’t need soothing. he wants to give you a kiss and cuddle, scrub you down in the shower and bring you to bed.
but you’ve got to be this firecracker.
“you know those girls who hate us? they saw us out tonight and started shouting at us! we weren’t even doing anything! and then you know what happened,” you drawl, grabbing bakugou’s hand though the bars as if he needs convincing.
bakugou fights the smirk off his face. of course he knows your lore and the beefs you have with everyone in your life. there’s nothing he doesn’t know about you.
“no babe. what happened, huh?”
“she threw the first punch at me! she was chatting shit, so i did too! she tried to punch me, clearly didn’t get me, so then i punched her, it did get her. i’ll admit.” but you struggle to hide your own grin.
one tooth from you and bakugou’s grinning, “then what?”
“it was a little scrap! i had it under control. did the one with the elbow you showed me.”
“yeah? in her stomach?” bakugou eggs on.
you nod, grinning like a kid who’s won an award, “yeah! also some good old hair pulling. if it ain’t broke don’t fix it!”
bakugou does actually let out a laugh at that, rubbing his face with his palm restlessly, “oh shit, baby.”
“but then someone called the police and they got sent to the hospital together and we are… here.”
your friends have the audacity to look pitiful and you join them by pulling him closer by his hand.
“and what do you want me to do, princess?” he smiles devotedly, cheeks high and pink.
“what do you mean? get me out, stupid! use your hero ways, seduce or fight them. legal language. what you did last time!” you say, waving your free hand around like you’re in a position of power here, “i wanna shower.”
“how’s that supposed to teach you your lesson? no fightin’—,” he jokes but you send him a dead stare.
“katsuki, not funny. we wanna go home. look at us,” you pout.
you’re fucking adorable, bakugou thinks. with your little top and tiny skirt. you’re in thick sports socks currently, your shoes under the chair by your friends. your feet hurt he can only assume. he eyes the k gold necklace at your neck. feeling the stare, you subconsciously play with it between your fingers.
“if i let you out, you promise no fightin’?” he plays but you’re back to huffing. so close to stomping your foot.
“katsuki! i said it wasn’t our fault anyway!”
“yeah, yeah, whatever. i’ll see what i can do,” he smirks, fixing his hair. “gimme a kiss.”
you smile, pouting your lips to meet him through the bars. it’s a quick peck, one that has you missing him even though he’s still there.
“i’ll be back in a sec. no startin’ fights while i’m gone.”
“go hero!”
bakugou slips his calloused palm out of your hand and stuffs his hands in his pockets, smiling back at you before turning around the corner to find an officer.
he fixes his hair under his hood, trying to keep his crush on you under wraps.
bakugou just about hears you say. “katsuki’s going to save us! didn’t he look kinda... that hoodie… yum.”
bakugou is waiting by his range rover when you and your friends fall out of the police station, giggling the same way you do when you leave the club.
your soft smile at katsuki makes his heart skip a beat, his breaths soften. he feels the urge to float over to you, despite the fact you’re already walking towards him.
“thanks for saving us, hero,” you coo, kissing his cheek once he’s close enough. bakugou’s quick to lean into it.
“thanks dynamight! it wasn’t our fault, i swear, dont get mad at yn.” your friend says, her bag and phone back in her hands.
“it was those girls again!” your other friend curses, “i swear once i find them—,”
“okay, okay. get in the damn car, i’ll drop everyone home,” he pretends to be annoyed but you see through it all.
a fresh breeze swoops your hair back and causes bakugou’s hood to fall off his head. he’s tired and adorable, towering over you with his hand sliding onto your waist like it belongs there.
you take his hand as your friends mumble their thanks again, sliding into the backseat of his car.
“i mean it, ‘tsuki. thanks for getting us, i know you’d rather be in bed now.” you say, reaching up on your tiptoes, shoes back on. you’re still not close enough to his face so he manages by bending down to yours.
“we’re gonna talk about this properly. i hate you gettin’ hurt,” he tries to be stern, like how he is at work with his sidekicks that aren’t fast enough or his emergency team that aren’t precise enough.
but you are enough. everything about you.
“i said i didn’t get hurt. well, my wrist is a bit sore but aside from that, i’m fine!” you promise, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “i swear!”
“d’you want me to deal with those girls? get mina and momo to tell them to not bother you—,” he tries but you shake your head.
“it’s not hero business, ‘tsuki.”
“you shouldn’t be fightin’ anyone. hero shit or not.”
you slink your arms around his neck and bakugou finds it hard to not let his eyes go half lidded with interest. he leans into you like he’s at home, just the smell of you dragging him closer.
“then they have to stop chatting shit,” you whisper, pecking his pouty lips softly. “i love you.”
bakugou knows he’s not going to win this conversation. he could train you to fight better though. he sighs, ready for a hot shower and bedtime with you.
“fine. we’re talkin’ about this later. love you too.”
once again back on my regency brain rot, thinking of childhood friends to lovers shouto x reader. you and shouto play together constantly as children—he the son of a noble and you the child of a tenant farmer—roaming the vast fields and quiet stables of the todoroki estates.
you don't understand when people begin to separate you as you get older, mystified when ideas about propriety and how things are between men and women are explained to you—what a woman's virtues are and how they must belong to her husband only. you don't see what your virtues have to do with the time you spend with shouto, nor that he should ever be interested them.
shouto, however, feels like he's been clubbed over the head when the same is explained to him. what he learns is that if he takes you to wife, you could belong to him and him only...
bakugou x bullheaded reader will always be one of my fave dynamics. the tension just writes itself. like he throws himself down in your noodle bar one day and barks out an order and you snort and go, "say please" and he's instantly half hard and one second away from blowing your noodle shop off the map.
people foolishly dismiss desserts and treats as having no nutritional value when they actually are necessary for refilling your sanity stat. to prove my point please observe the emotional stability of the next person you meet who doesnt let themselves ever eat any form of dessert
summary: sukuna as a pesky little demon that slaps ur ass a lot and likes to tell you how big his dick is during sleep paralysis
okay, imagine Sukuna as a demon with a cute little pair of horns. he’s evil, but also a little mischievous.
and let’s say someone put a curse on you bc they hated you, and ended up summoning him to pretty much harass ahem, haunt you
but he ends up getting a little crush on you, so instead of haunting you he just harasses you
you can’t see him half the time so he takes that opportunity to slap your ass a lot and you can hear a faint evil laugh in the background every time
he gives you sleep paralysis a lot, but instead of being at the edge of your bed, he’s right on top of you, pinning your arms down and whispering all the nasty things he wants to do to you
he’s surprisingly charming though, so his nightly routine of terrorizing you ends up leaving you more horny than traumatized
he taunts you for that too
he follows you around everywhere. he talks over the the people you speak with and it’s the most distracting thing ever. he likes watching you struggle to keep your train of thought during conversations.
he also shows himself at the most random times just to jump scare you. one of them was when you were relaxing in a hot bath, you open your eyes and he's relaxing on the other side of it too
he was actually enjoying himself at the moment, so he threatens you
“Scream one more time and I’m fucking you within an inch of your life, stupid human.”
you immediately stop of course, he’s extra scary when his voice drops an octave. but then you end up remembering some of the things he’s whispered in your ear
…and that sounds kinda nice right now given how stressed you’ve been lately (surprisingly from work and not from the demon that refuses to leave you alone)
“Wait.. would you really?”
edit:
I can just see the bathtub scene rn
reader: *opens eyes, vision slightly blurred due to all the steam in the bathroom, see's the pink haired freak* "OH MY GOOOOOOOOO--"
sukuna, who's trying to fucking relax rn: "SHUT. UP. 🤬"
play fighting/wrestling with katsuki and you realize how much stronger than you he actually is and it scares the shit out of you 😭
this HAS to be canon in a relationship w bkg. HAS TO BE. and it’s you lightly kicking him, pushing his hands away lots of giggles and he’s showing all his teeth in a smile. he’s playfully growling saying “i’m gonna getcha!!” until he has you flat on the ground, your wrists above your head in one of his hands and he’s got one leg across your lower body. you cannot move. he’s still laughing thinking this is bordering to a little flirty, a little sexual but now you’re in a full panic.
you couldn’t get out of his grip with all of your power. even in an adrenaline rush you don’t think you’d be able to. and he’s got you down so easily. one arm and one leg. fuck.
he watches in real time, your eyes widen, your body stiffens and then you’re shouting. “get off! get off me!”
and he does immediately. watching you sit up.
“did i hurt you? what happened?”
you look around the room urgently, then at your loving boyfriend beside you with his hands in his lap.
“you’re… you’re really strong. i wouldn’t have been able to get out.”
“sorry. my bad, i shouldn’t have been so rough—,”
“no you weren’t rough it’s just….,” you trail off. unsure where to begin or end.
obviously he’s stronger than you. it’s his job to be the strongest.
With my husband, sometimes I’m just like: fuck yeah, love that you’re so much stronger than me because I love to play fight with him and it’s hilarious to me when he starts getting serious (he has resting bitch face to begin with but when he’s serious, he gets this lil crinkle in between his eyebrows and if you don’t know him then you’d never notice the difference between him playing and being serious)
Then other times, I’ll have flashbacks to my abusive ex and then absolutely panic even when my husband and I had been having fun and playing not even 30 seconds before. When that happens he literally like throws himself off me and sits on the floor in front of me to where I’m taller than him and have the control.
Man, I love my husband so much and I love how he always does his best to make me feel safe and show that he’s helping heal a heart and person he didn’t break😭💖
i think shouto is one of those boyfriends who likes to have a little task. he likes when you assign him veggie chopping at dinner time and likes being asked to hold your purse when you’re out.
I’m all caught up on Spy x Family now and so I just started Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation (another rec by my hubby) and I’m like: I JUST STARTED WATCHING YOUR RECOMMENDED ANIME BUT I STILL WANT YOU TO WATCH MY RECOMMENDED ANIME EVEN THOUGH I KNOW YOU ARENT A FAN OF SPORTS ANIME
But also he needs to watch the Fate series 🫡🫡
That’s my goal — once I’m caught up with Mushoku Tensei then I’ll make him watch either Haikyuu, Blue Lock or the Fate series 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
thinking about after the damianya reveal and with how damian immediately didn't believe her when anya told him she can read minds
just the idea that at school she'll periodically blurt out what he's thinking, not enough to get him in trouble or have anyone else catch on that she's a telepath but just enough for damian to realize she was telling the truth
like after a full month of her just randomly blurting out what would be nonsense to everyone else but damian is just trying not to bang his head on the desk cus "oh my god she was telling the truth" and is having like 17 consecutive heart attacks cuz he spent over half the day thinking about sweeping anya off her feet while doodling their names in hearts in his notebook
hihi i saw ur post abt damianya being like katsuki x reader and what do we think abt a CROSSOVER. like katsuki and u watching them being like "us in another universe"
SO US!
synopsis: watching damian and anya (sxf) reminds you of katsuki and you.
notes: bubbly reader. i dont usually go for crossover/complicated/canon deviation but i mean its damian and anya how could i not
it's after school. you and katsuki are chilling under a tree near the courtyard, the sun dipping low, golden light pooling around you. he’s leaning against the trunk, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded like he’s bored, but he hasn’t stopped watching them for the last ten minutes.
anya is giggling about something. she probably said something weird and is laughing at her own joke again. damian’s face is bright red, eyebrows twitching like he’s trying to hold back a crashout. he flails. he sputters. he calls her stupid. he crosses his arms and looks away as if he doesn't like her.
you sigh dreamily. “they’re so us.”
katsuki grunts. “the hell they are.”
you smirk. “uh huh. you don’t see it? the yelling? the blushing? the emotional constipation?”
“i wasn’t that bad,” he mumbles.
you hum, leaning your head on his shoulder. “you were worse. you said my laugh was annoying the first time you thought you liked it. you told me your homemade white day chocolates were actually hate-chocolates.”
“tch. i was under.. stress.”
you giggle. “sure, sure. stress. same stress damian just tripped over a bench trying to act like he wasn’t trying to sit next to her. and offered her her favorite food saying he just 'happened to have extra.'”
you both watch as anya pokes his cheek with a smile and damian turns scarlet and drops his water bottle, all motor control fleeing from his body.
katsuki exhales through his nose like he's getting war flashbacks. “he’s doomed.”
you smile. “so were you. speaking from experience, kats?”
he grunts in half-acknowledgement before he glances down at you. his expression softens, just barely. “…was worth it.”
your heart does that dumb swoop thing it always does when he gets like this. all quiet affection tucked behind loud attitude. you wrap your arms around his middle, face tucked into his hoodie.
“he’ll figure it out. he’s got good taste, after all.” you smile, referring half to damian but also half to katsuki.
katsuki watches damian fumble his way through giving her a compliment poorly disguised as an insult. watches her tilt her head to try to figure out what he was saying and then beam. watches damian look away like she’s the sun and can't stare too long or else he'll be blinded.
“…yeah,” he mutters. “looks familiar.”
you grin into his chest, silently rooting for the two. you do like the grumpy tsundere x sunshine combo, after all.
Okay, so I’m all caught up on Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun and now I’m working on catching up with Spy X Family (anime only for both)
I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVE ANYA AND DAMIAN’S RELATIONSHIP THEYRE SO CUTE OMFG
my husband (who got me to watch it) is just watching me kick my feet and happily fangirl — I love sharing these moments and fangirling over books and anime with him.💖💖💖💖😭😭😭😭😭😭
