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Katsuki truly can’t believe his eyes. If you had told fourteen year old Katsuki, that he’d be waking up every single morning cuddled up next to that annoying, green haired freak, he’d call you an idiot and a liar. Fortunately, for twenty-four year old Katsuki, he is living this blissful reality.

All he can think about as he twirls one of those green curls around his finger, is how beautiful of a sight this is. Izuku lying so peacefully next to him, mouth wide-open, hair all messy, looking truly at peace. Somedays, Katsuki truly does wonder what he’s done to deserve to bask in all of this glory.

Glancing up, Katsuki’s eyes scan around their bedroom, truly taking in how domestic their life truly is now. The morning sun beams through their limited edition, all might curtains, shining perfectly on their wedding picture that sits on the nightstand next to their bed.

Smiling softly, Katsuki takes a glance at the rings on both of their fingers, words will truly never be enough to express how truly grateful he really is that they’ve made it this far. After all that they had been through….they finally did it. After all the blood, sweat, and tears that they shed, they finally made it. This is it, this is home.

[stupendousidolqueen]

how i feel after downloading tumblr only for the x reader fics

[user1844871]

“Is it even worth it?”

Is the same question that runs through Suguru’s mind as he lays on roof of the dorms, staring up at the night sky, at the same time, every single night. Suguru understands that Jujutsu sorcerers must look out for the weak…but he can’t help but wonder, is any of this even worth it.

Is it really worth the bad taste in his mouth, and the sleepless nights. Are the curses they’re killing even making a difference in such a cruel world?

Suguru sits up, taking in one last breath of the fresh air, before calling it a night. Just as Suguru approaches his room, he sees a very familiar face, standing at his door. Suguru opens his door, pausing and taking a look at his watch as they step inside, “Satoru, are you okay? What are you doing at my door at this hour?”.

Satoru takes a seat at Suguru’s desk, shrugging as he speaks, “Just one of those nights where I don’t want to be alone.” Suguru closes the door, taking a seat on his bed, humming in acknowledgment, “I understand, would you like to talk about it?”. Suguru knew Satoru wasn’t really going to want to “talk about it”, he was waiting for him to make a joke, and say something along the lines of “Nah, don’t worry about me!”

Satoru stiffens up for just a second, clearing his throat before he speaks, “Actually… I was wondering if it’d be alright if I slept with you tonight?”. Although, he was taken aback, Suguru immediately flashes that same soft smile that he only ever reserved for Satoru, “Of cour-“. Before Suguru could even finish his sentence, Satoru was already making himself comfortable, lifting the covers signaling for Suguru to join him.

Suguru chuckles, sliding into bed, flashing Satoru a small smile before closing his eyes, and turning on his side. After only a couple minutes of silence, Suguru turns to face Satoru, speaking up, “Satoru? Is there something bothering you? I can feel you staring”. There’s a beat of silence before Satoru’s face seems to turn the faintest shade of pink. After what felt like an eternity, Satoru finally spoke up, “Can you hold me? Just for tonight…?”

Suguru’s eyes soften, immediately pulling Satoru close. Satoru lays his head on Suguru’s chest, “You know Suguru…even when I feel like the whole weight of the world is on my shoulders, it’s always been you that’s here to carry this burden with me.”

So in the end, Suguru is going to keep going. Even with the many sleepless nights and the dreadful thought that they are making no difference, Suguru is reminded that he has someone to share this burden with, even if it’s just for tonight.

[alpinebarnesworld]

Dare I say the best marvel movie ever made

[alpinebarnesworld]

Dare I say the best marvel movie ever made

[kennedysbbyy]

re9! leon x you

Leon was deep in sleep, his face half buried in the pillow and hair a mess.

Naturally, you took this as a personal invitation to mess with him.

You slipped your makeup bag open, giggling silently as you traced a curly, dramatic mustache over his lip. You didn’t stop there, you added little pink hearts on his cheekbones and dusted his eyelids with the sparkliest glitter you owned.

He looked like a hungover princess. It was the best thing you had ever seen.

You were just leaning in to snap a picture for the group chat when his hand suddenly slid around your waist. With one swift tug, he pulled you down onto his chest, burying your face against him.

“Wh’re you…going?” he mumbled, his so voice deep and raspy from sleep.

“Leon! let go, I’m busy” you squeaked, trying not to look at his face because the mustache was sending you.

He hummed squeezing you tighter “You smell so good baby. Stay”

He finally blinked his eyes open, squinting at you. You watched the exact second he realised something was wrong. He felt the sticky gloss on his lips and saw a stray piece of pink glitter fall onto the pillowcase.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, and then he saw himself in the mirror.

Leon froze. He leaned in closer, his jaw dropping as he squinted at the shimmering pink hearts. He poked his own cheek and then traced the curly ink mustache with a look of pure disbelief.

“Is this…” he started, his voice cracking slightly. He looked back at you, then back at the mirror, then back at you.

“Am I…sparkling? Why am I sparkling?”

You lost it. You fell back against the pillows, howling with laughter, clutching your stomach.

“Oh, you think it’s a joke?” Leon said, the confusion melting into a mischievous glint in his eyes. He didn’t even try to wipe it off. Instead, he let out a long, dramatic sigh.

“Baby!”

He suddenly lunged onto you and started to aggressively cuddle you. He began rubbing his face all over yours, his ink mustache against your cheek and his glittery eyelids against your forehead.

“Leon! stop! you’re getting glitter on me!” you shrieked, laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe.

“Nope” he popped the ‘p’, pinning you down and grinning like a dork. “If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me. You’re gonna have a mustache by the time I’m done with you”

He started peppering your whole face with messy, sticky gloss kisses, making sure to smear the pink hearts onto your skin.

“Look at us” he whispered, hovering over you, his face a disaster of makeup and his eyes full with that soft, clingy love. “We’re the prettiest pair in the house”

He gave you one last kiss— deep enough to make your toes curl before whispering against your lips “But you’re still the one scrubbing this off me in the shower. And I’m taking my time”

[owwllly]

suguru geto and zuko before a fight

[frostfires-blog]

Me in 2021:

Me in 2025:

[user1844871]

“141 sheep, 142 sheep, 143 sheep…. Ugh I thought the articles said I would be sleep before I even reach 50!”, Itadori lays awake in bed, staring at the ceiling.

It’s another one of those nights for Itadori. Those sleepless nights where his brain won’t even give him a minute of peace and quiet. On nights like this, he is often plagued by the thoughts of his guilt. He spends hours just laying in his bed, in his pitch black room, staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the destruction and despair Sukuna has caused, and Itadori is nothing but an accomplice in all-

Itadori brings his hands to his face with a clap, “NOPE, cut it out Yuji, we can’t keep thinking like this! Fushiguro would be so mad at me if he knew what I was saying to myself!”. That’s when Itadori gets a little curious, “What are the odds Fushiguro is awake at this hour”, Itadori reaches for his phone, sending him a text, fully not expecting him to respond.

“Okay, okay, okay, Be cool, be cool, you got this Itadori, you hang out with Fushiguro in his room all the time, just not at night, in a dark room-“, Itadori shakes his head, attempting to calm himself down as he stands stiffly at Fushiguro’s door preparing himself to knock. Just as Itadori finally works up the courage, he lifts his fist up to the door-

The door opens slowly with a creak, Fushiguro looks the pink haired boy up and down, and laughs, “Are you okay weirdo, why are you just standing out here talking to yourself?”.

Even though Itadori should’ve been embarrassed to get caught giving himself a pep talk, instead, he walks in Fushiguro’s room with a huge smile and notes that Fushiguro actually laughed for once, and it was because of him. Suddenly, it’s starting to feel like a better night already.

Itadori takes a seat on the floor, leaning against Fushiguro’s bed, “Sooo what’s keeping you up so late? I didn’t actually expect you to respond, you don’t seem like the type to really stay up late.”

Fushiguro takes a seat on his bed, “Idiot, why are you sitting on the floor like a stranger? But Honestly, this is how most of my nights go, I’m usually laying down by 8pm, and then try and do some reading until 9pm, I fall asleep, and then I have the same dream every night that wakes me up around 3am, and here we are.”

Itadori stands up, taking a seat on the edge of Fushiguro’s bed, “Ever since everything went down in Shibuya….I haven’t been able to sleep most nights.” Itadori lets out a shaky sigh, putting his head down in shame, “I just…I know, you always tell me not to blame myself, and that it’s not my fault, but who else is to blame! I’m the one being used as a vessel, I really just think at this point, it’s safer to forget about getting all the fingers and just get the execution over with so people won’t keep dying because of me.”

Itadori shuts his eyes tight, waiting for Fushiguro to scold him like he usually does when he gets like this, or insist that they’re in this together. Instead Fushiguro quietly shuffles closer to the pink haired boy, and puts his arm around Itadori, pulling him into his embrace. Itadori’s eyes widen, and he finally breaks, quietly sobbing into Fushiguro’s shoulder, pulling him impossibly closer.

Fushiguro falls back on his bed, stroking itadori’s hair, holding him even tighter this time. As they lay there, all Fushiguro can think about is how he wishes he could take this pain away from someone as heroic and selfless and Itadori Yuji.

When the quiet sobs stop, and the room becomes silent, Fushiguro finally speaks. “Listen, I may not be able to understand, but I want you to always remember that I am always willing to carry this burden with you, and I know I say this to you all the time, but I’m not doing this out of pity Itadori, I need you to start confiding in me, please. You don’t have to go to Kugisaki, or even Gojo, in fact, I don’t want you to go to them, I want you to come to me. I’m sorry if my scolding has ever made you feel as if you can’t come to me, but that is never the case. Itadori, promise me that whenever you feel this way, you won’t go through this alone. I really do mean it when I tell you this is our burden to carry, no matter what.

Itadori looks up at Fushiguro with watery eyes, and tear stained cheeks, “Aw man Fushiguro, you always know just what to say to get my mind off of all of this.” Itadori yawns, “I wish it was like this every night, I just feel like I’ll be right back to the start tomorrow night, you know?”

Fushiguro scoffs, pulling the covers over them, and closing his eyes, “We can do this for as long as you need, even if it’s forever, now go to sleep idiot.”

[user1844871]

Fushiguro jolts awake, for the third time in the past hour, he’s been trying to just have at least one peaceful hour of sleep. He’s been trying the same thing for the last hour, turning his phone on, opening Spotify, turning on his white noise playlist, and like clockwork, as soon as his eyes actually close, and he starts to drift off-

Itadori, who is sitting to the left of Fushiguro, very excitedly starts “AND THEN, the main character falls in love with the human earthworm guy, it’s a story about-“

Kugisaki, who is sitting to the right of Fushiguro, reaches across Fushiguro with a point of her finger, “Itadori, will you shut up already, that movie was disgusting, how many times have I told you already!!”

Of course, They were currently on a plane ride to god knows where because of course, why would the higher ups inform them of anything. The only information they were sent was their boarding passes, and that the people living in this town had reported some people seeing things and having this overwhelming sense of dread, and has just been spreading ever since the first sighting.

Fushiguro believed this might very well be the most agitating situation he had ever been in, stuck between two idiots, who clearly know nothing about plane etiquette.

Fushiguro is snapped out of his thinking with a nudge from the pink haired boy, “What do you think Fushiguro?? Was the movie really that bad, you guys really wouldn’t be willing to see it again with me?”

Kugisaki rolls her eyes, “Will you just please let it go, can’t you just accept the fact-“

Fushiguro lets his head fall back on the seat, and closes his eyes, “This is gonna be a long flight…”

Fushiguro is just about to turn to the last page of the book he’s been reading for the last three and a half hours, when he feels a heavy weight on his left shoulder.

When Fushiguro turns his head, itadori is perked up, flashing him his signature smile, “Oh man Fushiguro, that book was intense!! Do you have any more like that??”

Now, normally, Fushiguro would be annoyed by someone snooping in on his book time. With all the chaos that goes on in his life being a jujutsu sorcerer, reading allows him to be taken away from all of that and experience what it would be like to live a normal life, going to a normal school every day in a small town, coming back home everyday to his sister and his dog.

Itadori lays his head back on the spiked haired boys shoulder, “Come on Fushiguro, I know you packed loads of books! This is our time to really bond, you always spend time watching movies with me, so let me spend time with you doing your hobby.”

Fushiguro’s heart skips a beat, staring at Itadori like he’s just the brightest thing in the room. He just will never understand how Itadori can so casually say the most romantic things and just not seem to think anything of it, doesn’t he know this isn’t good for Fushiguro’s poor heart!

Fushiguro gulps, picking up his earbuds out of his lap, handing one to Itadori, “Well I wasn’t exactly prepared for a twelve hour flight, so I didn’t pack any other physical books, but I did download-”

Before Fushiguro can even finish his sentence, Itadori is already taking the left earbud out of his hand.

Fushiguro starts playing the audiobook, as he’s putting his earbud in, he considers that with everything that Itadori has been through in the past few months, he should experience the peaceful feeling that only reading can give, so just this once, Fushiguro will make an exception.

[yokiamine]

post-mission

[owwllly]

spoiling my princess, yuri stsg

[naomiiocha]

Gojo commission I did recently, had to put pants on him for this post booo 👎

[wishesofficial]

I CANNOT WAIT for the peter parker fics to start rolling in once Spider Man: Brand New Day comes out

[agentinlove]

we blinked

[succunabus]

cold cold man

in which shy!reader doesn't know where her relationship with frat!kuna stands a/n: super short fluffy drabble for my like real people do series to make up for my lack of a don't fear the reaper update this weekend lol was listening to cold cold man by saint motel when i wrote this if you'd like to give it a listen while reading! <3 cw: a little angst bc reader's a lil insecure in this one but sukuna is here to let her know she has no reason to be, fluff, suggestive content, MDNI

you weren't sure what to label your relationship with sukuna.

friends? fuck buddies? something more?

something shifted between the two of you since the last frat party, but you couldn't put your finger on exactly what.

you're not naive enough to think you're the only girl warming sukuna's sheets - he has a reputation for a reason - but somewhere along the way, the lines between friends with benefits and something more blurred for you.

sukuna no longer ignored you in public, but he wasn't affectionate either - acknowledging you with a simple nod of the head, occupying the seat next to you in your shared classes, somehow knowing which days were your busy days and bringing you food at lunch to make sure you didn't starve, walking you to your dorm if your last class got out late at night (those nights usually ended with him in your bed).

sex was different too. the first few times you slept with him, the sex was animalistic, hungry. and it definitely still is sometimes. but other nights, sukuna holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world, takes his time with you like he wants to savor you, cleans you up with a delicateness you were surprised to find him capable of, falls asleep in your bed after with his strong arms pulling you into his chest like this means more.

you were afraid to let it mean more. to admit to yourself how much you really like sukuna.

because sukuna didn't do relationships. he fucked girls until he got bored then moved onto the next. everyone knew this. you knew this from the moment he pulled you into that closet and he made you cum on his fingers.

these are the thoughts that plague your mind as you lay in sukuna's bed, fully bare and legs spread, staring at his ceiling while he tries to worship you between your thighs.

you jolt when you suddenly feel his fingers flick your forehead.

"you wanna tell me what's going through that pretty head of yours?" he asks, and you hate the way your heart jumps from the simple compliment. pretty.

"it's nothin, ryo," you lie, hoping that's enough to make him drop the subject.

you shiver as his warmth leaves your core and instead he is hovering directly over you, examining your face carefully, eyes narrowed, his lips downturned in an unconvinced frown.

"don't lie to me," he huffs, "can tell you're not into it tonight. what's wrong?"

you chew your bottom lip, trying to decide if you should be honest with him - no matter how stupid of an idea that seems - about to lie again when he rests his forehead against yours.

"talk to me," he murmurs, eye contact unwavering.

"that," you whisper so quietly you're not sure if he even hears you, but the way his brow quirks up tells you he did.

"what do you mean 'that?'"

"i get confused when you treat me like that."

"like what?" sukuna asks, forehead wrinkling as his brows furrow, lips setting into an even deeper frown.

"like i'm more than just a friend you sleep with sometimes."

"huh?"

"listen, i know i'm probably not the only girl you're sleeping with right now, and i know that this is just supposed to be fun, but when you treat me like i mean more, like maybe you actually like me, it's hard not to catch feelings," you admit, eyes darting away from his, a flush coming over your cheeks at your confession.

he grabs your face and forces you to look back at him, a smug smirk falling over his stupidly handsome face, "so you like me huh?"

you groan, "that's what you took away from all that?"

instead of answering, he captures your lips in a kiss, one that's different from the others. it's slow, soft. you gasp into it, and he takes the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth, the feeling of him taking over all of your senses.

he only pulls away after you're breathless, pupils blown, chest rising and falling rapidly from the way the kiss made you feel.

"for a smart girl, you really can be stupid sometimes," he smirks, laughing when your face pinches into a frustrated pout.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you whine.

"it means i like you too, idiot," he says, the smirk gone from his face, replaced by an uncharacteristically serious look that you don't think you've ever seen the man make.

you must look as shocked as you feel, because he huffs out another laugh before continuing:

"i haven't slept with anyone else since i started sleeping with you. can't. always thinking about you. thinking about the next time i'll get to see you, about the fact that i'm the only one who has ever had you like this."

"kuna--" you start, only for him to shush you.

"wait, fuck, let me finish," he says, making you giggle slightly, "i'm not good with words, and i'm kinda an asshole, and i'm not good at showing affection. but you really think i'd go out of my way to always save a seat for you in our classes if i didn't want you around? or memorize your crazy schedule just so i know which days you need me to bring you lunch or walk you home so you don't have to walk back by yourself late at night? or spend all my free time making sure those idiots from your astrophysics club don't get the wrong idea and think that it's ok to flirt with you?"

the last confession has you gasping.

"is that why they've all been acting so weird around me?!"

"that's besides the point," sukuna says with a roll of his eyes, "the point is i'm not good at this relationship thing, but i'm trying. for you."

his words have your body relaxing into his, an action that does not go unnoticed by sukuna. "there's my girl," he smiles, body shifting back to its previous position between your legs, face hovering over your heat.

"now, let me show my pretty girl just how much i like her."

-

you walk through the quad the next day, head in the clouds as you think about everything sukuna confessed to you the night before.

he likes you too.

your face breaks into a wide smile just thinking about it, relief washing over you that your feelings weren't just one-sided.

you still didn't know where your relationship with sukuna stood, but you felt less nervous, less insecure about it than before.

you're drawn from your thoughts when you hear a sharp whistle and a call of your name, head snapping over to see sukuna with some of his frat brothers.

you give him a polite wave, starting to turn the other direction before he's beckoning you over, "come here!" he shouts.

you begrudgingly shuffle towards the group, eyes on the ground, feeling overwhelmed by all the people.

you've spent much more time at the frat as of late, but usually you're just in sukuna's room, only saying hi to his brothers in passing. you've never really hung out with them aside from on occasion at one of their ragers where they're all way too drunk to remember your conversations anyway.

once you finally reach sukuna, you're shocked as you feel him casually wrap one of his large arms around your shoulder, pulling you directly into his side.

"what's up kuna?" you murmur, face beet red from all the eyes on you.

sukuna simply smirks, turning to face his frat brothers, squeezing your shoulder tight as he says, "just wanted to officially introduce everyone to my girlfriend."

tags: @yarimarjane @raritysspouse

[fushigasm]

dealing with frat bf!sukuna after him and frat!toji got in a fight

“gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” you scold, dabbing an alcohol wipe along his rough, blood ridden cheek. he sits upon your dorm bed, pout spreading across his face.

“i leave you alone for five motherfucking seconds and you pull this shit—i mean fighting toji?” you snarl, face contorting in anger—partial confusion. “what is wrong with you?” your voice gets louder—you’re yelling now. it’s a genuine question. of all his shit you’ve put up with, this takes the cake.

it was a party—god why is it always a fucking party. you walked to the bathroom to fix your lip liner—smudged from sukuna’s lips practically attacking yours—and hear indistinct commotion. yelling, banging, the screech of the coffee table moving along the sticky-from-beer flooring. so naturally, you step out. and there it is—there he is.

“i step into the bathroom for—what— a minute? and i comeback to find you and toji fighting like fuckin’ animals.” you’ve stepped away from his hunched over state, now pacing about your room, discarding cleaning him up for now. “do i need you on a leash?”

he grabs your wrist, gently pulling you closer to him as he speaks low. “‘s not that big ‘a deal—” he brings his hand up to cup at the curve of your ass, drawing you even closer so you’re staring right down at him—him and his stupid, swollen face. “just chill, babe.”

you push his head away when he tries to snuggle up to your titties like a kindergartener aiming for pity from their mother.

“do not tell me to fucking ‘chill’, ryomen.”

“shi wasn’t even my fault,” he complains, “fought him ‘cause he started talking about you.”

“yea, sure. fuck could he have said for you to charge at him like—”

“he literally said he’d fuck you.” he defends, putting his arms up as to signify ‘case and point’.

“sukuna—”

“and he described it—in. motherfucking. detail. i’m not gon’ let him say that shit.” he puts his arms on you again, gentle and soft.

you don’t speak, letting the silence lie there in the room—well until now, when he looks up at you with a stupidly smug face, knowing he won.

“take that smug look of your face before i slap it off, asshole.” you scold, cupping his face in your hands. he tries to kiss up at your neck, but you meet him with “stop trying to kiss me—” as you try and pull away. “still mad at you, by the way!” you struggle away from him but he still manages to nibble along your jaw.

“i’m s’pposed to be cleaning you up still—there’s blood still all over your fuckin’ face and hands.” you mutter. his hands continue to wander up the hem of your dress, tracing up your skin.

“should record and send it to toj—”

“yeah not a fucking chance.”

not proofread. concept wise, my fav fratkuna work, writing wise my least favorite.