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[nemisuki]

just husband duties || satoru gojo x gn!reader, jjk drabbles, pure fluff, 365 words (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

idol!gojo who was always open with his personal life in the media—ever since his rookie days—he's constantly posting photos with you at his side, a fellow upcoming idol and his precious little lover, the two of you practically glued to the hip despite your busy schedules. the relationship was certainly a breath of fresh air to the industry, after all, he never saw the point in keeping the two of you a secret, not when he could shamelessly flaunt to the world that you're his — and his alone.

idol!gojo who is your biggest cheerleader at award shows. you just won 'best solo song of the year' and he's immediately standing up—a proud grin on his face—ditching his own group to rush across the venue, helping you up the stage and biting back a smile when you blush at his antics. there's no doubt about it, especially when he lingers, waiting for you to finish your speech so he can help you down the steps, personally escorting you to your seat with a tender expression — that the man is undeniably in love with you.

idol!gojo who volunteers to be your camera man for all your silly tiktok dances. you're smiling and doing your little moves, distracting him as he attempts to properly record. the fans are going wild, reposting one particular clip of you saying bye to the camera—where you’re busy blowing them a kiss—but that doesn't seem to be the only reason why everyone's going crazy, it's him in the mirror, dramatically swooning behind the phone, frankly acting like you shot an arrow right through his chest... because maybe you just did.

idol!gojo who breaks the internet when he casually announces your marriage on his instagram feed. he’s randomly posting a photo dump, and the last picture that made everyone’s jaws drop? a selfie of you two smiling, wedding gown and tuxedo on full display. the fans crash out, headlines are being published, news stations are covering the latest celebrity gossip in town... and you two are just snuggling on the couch, laughing as the public goes bananas. because in reality? you two have been married for a while now — whoopsie!

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happy birthday deku! || izuku midoriya x gn!reader, pure fluff, mha drabbles, 522 word count (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

birthdayboy!deku who gets slightly startled when he opens the door. his eyes are blown wide and filled with a mix of emotions—confetti streamers and balloons covering every inch of the classroom—the excited cheering of his friends making him flush bright red, especially when you approach him, holding a cake in your hands, accompanied with a warm gaze that makes his heart skip a beat. he's giving a sheepish smile in return, blowing out the candles a few moments later, quietly wishing for his future birthdays to be like this — joined together with his loved ones, but most of all... with you at his side.

birthdayboy!deku who finds himself getting the 'princess treatment' all day. he's noticing how everyone offers to carry his bag to class, handing him extra portions of katsudon during lunch, even pulling out his desk seat—despite his growing embarrassment—that it only increases his timid nature, posture suddenly stiff once you intertwine your hand with his. the boy still hasn't gotten used to your touch after all, even though you've been dating for a while now, yet somehow... you still have the ability to make him a flustered mess.

birthdayboy!deku who is unable to wipe the smile off his face when you throw a surprise party at the dorms. everyone invited—including those from different classes—are having the time of their lives, swaying to the music and laughing together as they play some games in the lounge. he's having multiple conversations at once, bashfully thanking everyone for the gifts when his hands get full of all might themed goodies, though his gaze constantly sweeps across the room, noticing you running around to make sure everything is going smoothly, eagerly taking care of everything for him — just like you always do.

birthdayboy!deku who finally manages to pull you aside—alone—grasping your hand in his, the two of you stepping out for a moment, sitting on a nearby bench to decompress from the chaotic scene happening inside. you're suddenly handing him an envelope, a shy expression on your face as he carefully tears it open, his own eyes softening at the intimate letter within its confines. heartfelt and unbelievably sincere. he's hugging you before you know it, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the comforting scent of your presence, mumbling soft words of gratitude for all your efforts today... because with him, nothing is left unseen.

birthdayboy!deku who gains the courage to press a gentle kiss against your lips—after nervously asking for your permission—making you both look away with flushed faces, hands remaining intertwined as you return indoors, only to be teased by your know it all classmates and friends, making you both squirm under their gazes with embarrassed nerves and panicked jitters — that it's eventually the end of the party. he's dropping you off at your room, looking all too reluctant to let you go... that you invite him inside, letting him sleep beside you in the warmth of your cozy bed, cuddling one another as you both smile in unison — because things never felt so right, so perfect, and so meant to be.

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[nemisuki]

i feel so honored to be tagged in this ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

shoutout to all my mooties, i love u guys so so much! the pretty flowers who have a special place in my heart are @leleyro @watu2ka and cherry ofc (the cutie who tagged me in this!)

mwah mwah mwah! ily! stay plus ultra everyone ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

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[nemisuki]

number one crashout || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, pure fluff, mha drabbles, no quirk au, 356 word count (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

Imagining how Katsuki Bakugo would react to someone shoving his girlfriend.

He's immediately frozen stiff in the hallways, eyes widening by the second, crimson gaze locked onto the altercation, a male student—whom he doesn't recognize—shamelessly nudging you against the lockers for apparent unknown reasons.

Though frankly, the blonde couldn't give two shits about this asshole's frustration, because who the fuck gave that extra permission to even look at you?

Katsuki is a walking force of nature, already storming over with danger written all over his face, a deadly expression that leaves people running away with their tails between their legs. The surrounding students are quickly stepping aside, whispering among themselves at the energy radiating from each fierce foot step; wild, aggressive and itching for a fight.

Your gaze locks with the blonde—as if sensing his approaching presence—and it takes one sight of your glossy orbs and trembling lips for him to swing. Everyone gasps, your eyebrows raise up with shock, teachers are already running out of their classrooms to see the commotion — and Katsuki just keeps throwing punches.

Typically school fights came with chaotic chants or even onlookers placing stupid bets, but anybody watching could tell this was just a one sided massacre. No student dared to intervene— well— expect you that is. Despite being pulled away by the teachers, his death stare remained unwavering, completely focused on beating that jerk to a pulp.

Though the sight of you worriedly rushing over has Katsuki pausing for a moment, especially when you wrap your handkerchief around his bruised fist, trying to soothe his aching skin.

He scoffs, reluctantly grumbling curses under his breath as takes your hand in his, pulling you along to the principal's office like it's an everyday thing, which honestly, it might be... given he's visited way too many times for it to be considered normal. 

The boy already knows the drill, already rolling his eyes at the idea of getting suspended—yet again—for his aggressive behavior. But he didn't give a damn.

Not when he can get payback for those pretty tears of yours, after all... no one can hurt you on his watch.

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[nemisuki]

hi my pretty little flowers <𝟑 .ᐟ

so i have a grand announcement to make ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و i was thinking about writing a extra long fic—around 10k words or more—for our favorite grumpy boy, katsuki bakugo!

and i thought hey... why not let all of YOU choose for me?! i listed some ideas/dynamics that caught my interest, so please please please vote in the poll and whatever wins i'll write to my heart's content ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) ✌︎︎

[questions about the options? ask me in the comments!]

p.s all characters will be aged up to adults, violence/fight scenes will be explored and possible potential smut might be included as well—i'm still heavily debating on the nsfw part—maybe i'll do another poll later about that… so follow me if u haven't already! stay tuned my loves~ ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

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"a knife? are you flirting with me?" || dabi x gn!reader, mha drabbles, pure fluff, 451 words (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

obsessed!dabi who genuinely believes he fell in love with you at first sight—or maybe more like first fight—given the way his heart jolted in his chest. there was no other explanation. he had never been so speechless as when you first confronted him, intense glare on your face and fists moving with nothing but pure hatred. he easily dodged the first few attacks, looking at you with pure boredom — until you managed to land a hit. lucky shot, right? wrong.

obsessed!dabi who was on the floor before he knew it, pinned down with your thighs over his legs, forcibly straddling him while holding a sharp dagger to his neck. you're slightly heaving, out of breath from your relentless moves, but your fierce gaze doesn't lessen, continuing to look at him with malicious spite, it was something he's never experienced before and oh... how he loved it.

obsessed!dabi who instead of burning you into smithereens, bursts out into dark laughter, unable to believe that a little thing like you — actually got the best of him. he smirks, leaning closer to the metal, causing a few drops of blood to trickle down his neck, leaving you in complete shock, brows furrowed as you hesitantly pull back, all while he smugly smiles like just he won the damn lottery — and maybe he did.

obsessed!dabi who has pestered you ever since that night, trying to get under your skin with every remark and empty insult, following you around the PLF base like clockwork. you curse at him, try to scare him off, spout harsh words, but that only seems to motivate him even further. and after a while, he starts getting coy, giving you shameless once overs and teasing whistles whenever you flip him off, you can only fight against it for so long... until he makes a particularly stupid joke.

obsessed!dabi who feels his ego skyrocket when you let out a small laugh, rolling your eyes at yet another flirty comment that exits his lips. he sees the way you don't tense at his presence anymore; the way you stare at him for longer than necessary, the way you don't pull away when his hand brushes against your waist — and he revels in it.

obsessed!dabi who loves it when you boss him around—on missions or not—your voice is firm and unwavering, looking at him as if daring him to object, which he never did, because you are by far the most attractive thing he's ever seen. he's stronger, no doubt about it, but you don't seem to care, and neither does he, after all, he may not be a slave to hero society.... but he is to you.

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[nemisuki]

"are you two dating?" || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, pure fluff, mha drabbles, 451 word count (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

If Katsuki had a dollar every time someone asked him that question... he'd be a damn millionaire.

It was beyond aggravating. The constant accusations being thrown at his face, the surprised reactions towards his response—the slight glimmer of teasing in their eyes—everything was fucking irritating.

Especially when there was only one right answer... for now.

He's taking a bite out of his lunch, ignoring the student who approached him as soon as you disappeared to the bathroom, he scoffs, showing absolutely no interest in the conversation at hand, "Not any of yur' damn business. Now move it, extra."

Katsuki assumed the idiot would leave by now, be like one of your other timid admires from afar—all of them not having the balls to approach you—but turns out this one was different, coy even, and it pissed him off.

"Ah I see... then you wouldn't mind if I asked her out, right?"

The blonde freezes mid chomp; crimson eyes darkening, jaw tight, posture suddenly rigid with tension. He's immediately looking over, giving the guy a cold once over before setting his chopsticks down — the silence was deafening.

Katsuki's already standing up, both hands stuffed in his uniform pockets, glaring down at the guy with visible malice, expression eerily harsh that it's honestly terrifying, leaving the coward already trembling with fear.

"Say that shit again. I fucking dare you."

He's rough and unfriendly, clearly hanging onto his last strand of patience—as if he had any to begin with but still—he's vicious, unwavering, all muscle and beyond intimidating... that the other guy scrambles off without another word.

You return a few minutes later, an oblivious smile on your face as you sit back down, resuming to finishing your meal for the entirety of the period, that the bell eventually rings, signaling everyone to exit the cafeteria, the majority leaving with eager footsteps — but not him.

He suddenly holds onto your wrist, steadying you in the crowd of people as you lose your balance. Your breath hitches.

"Some extra came by to ask you out earlier," he begrudgingly admits, seemingly still annoyed at the fresh memory—that's now engraved—in his mind, but nonetheless, giving you the heads up. Your eyes widened. He looks at you, gaze boring into your own, seemingly trying to gauge your reaction, "told the bastard ya' weren't interested."

Your cheeks heat up, unsure of how to respond, looking so dumbfounded that he scoffs, averting his gaze as you two make it in the hallway. He drops your hand the very next second, choosing to walk on ahead, though his warm touch lingered on your skin... just like his next mumbled words — lingered in your heart.

"...cause you deserve better than that weakling."

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[nemisuki]

ahhhh! thank u so much for tagging me in this cherry! ofc I’ll participate!

instead of sticking to bakugo—i know… truly shocking—i decided to do me with kirishima! i saw the colored hair and knew I had to (•̀ᴗ•́)و

so here’s me with our favorite red head!

no pressure tags ||| @ anyone who wants to join in, feel free to reblog!

I found a cute little picrew if anyone wants to play...

[nemisuki]

𐔌✧.* STᗩY ᕼEᖇE .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ೀ⋆ || The strongest isn’t so strong without his lover, no shocker there, he’s just a bit clingy ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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ᝰ.ᐟ ||  satoru gojo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, quality time, 1.0k word count •°. *࿐

Attending a hidden campus such as Jujutsu High—made for training the new generation of sorcerers—was not something you had expected in your near future.

Yet you found yourself on the outskirts of Tokyo, in the year 2007, finally making it up the obnoxious steps, recognizing the Japanese styled buildings of the school.

It was a relatively peaceful day, a rare occurrence of no missions or life threatening emergencies, hence you left the premises for a quick outing, shopping and completing some much needed errands.

But turns out someone wasn't too happy with your disappearance....

You halt as a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest, his form towering over you like a shadow, the familiar scent of his cologne invading your nostrils, only making you relax at his sudden presence.

"Finally found ya', where did you go, hm? It's not safe down there..." Satoru mumbles, taking the opportunity to press a soft kiss to your temple, holding you impossibly close as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

Honestly, you barely took one step onto campus... and it's like he sensed your cursed energy the second you arrived. You wouldn't even put it past him to teleport over — just to see you.

Because Gojo Satoru is just that clingy.

You softly smile, leaning back into his embrace as the warm sun hits your skin, not fighting against his firm grip, as if you could escape in the first place, "I was just running some errands, I'm okay Satoru. I can take care of myself too, remember? I'm a sorcerer just like—"

"I know you can," he interrupts, gently gripping your chin to tilt your head to the side, making you meet his piercing blue gaze, eyes filled with a mix of relief, mild teasing and longing, "You're strong... but you should've at least invited me, I don't like being apart from you baby."

Your heart stutters at the sincerity to his words, the way he tightens his hold around you, the feeling of his steady heartbeat against your back, his face barely a few inches from yours, expression both playful and serious.

"You had a lot of missions today, so I didn't want to bother you with boring tasks," you hum, pecking a small kiss to his cheek, visibly making him more at ease, "and I wasn't alone, I was with Shoko."

The energy of his mood suddenly shifts at your words, returning back to his usual dramatics as he huffs, reluctantly releasing you from his grasp, only to spin you around to be face-to-face, his hands resting against your waist in a slightly possessive stance.

He pouts, needy and jealous, "You're always with Shoko, tell her to find someone else and to stop stealing my girl!"

You giggle, unable to tell the difference between him and a spoiled child, you gently cup his face, noticing how he immediately leans into your palm, looking at you with a desperate gaze, eager for more affection like a puppy, "Don't you have missions to do?"

He takes a moment to reply, too preoccupied with nuzzling his cheek against your hand, giving your palm a small kiss in the process, "Finished them all, bunch of weaklings..."

Your eyes soften, and despite his nonchalance, you can tell how tired he truly is, the weight of everything on his shoulders—the pressure of being the strongest—that you felt yourself move before your mind could catch up, slowly intertwining your fingers with his.

"I'm proud of you Satoru, you did a good job today," you smile, giving his hand a little squeeze, using your other to play with his white locks of hair, soothingly massaging his scalp as he sighs with content, "I bought you some goodies, let's go to your room yeah? We can watch a movie— ah—!"

You yelp in shock when he effortlessly lifts you up, princess style, his hands looping under your knees for security, grinning at you with pure delight. Seems your words immediately had an effect on him, certainly brightened up his mood...

"You don't have to carry me..." you mumble, already feeling your cheeks heating up, shying away from his unapologetic PDA per usual, "I can walk just fine—"

The boy chuckles, already beginning to walk towards the dorms, casually showing off to anyone who passes by or even glances at them with curious gazes, "As if I'm putting you down babe, I'm sure your feet hurt from all that walking, plus..."

He gives you a teasing smile, eyes glinting with amusement that has you snuggling against his chest, trying to hide your flustered state as he leans down, whispering against your ear, purposefully sending goosebumps to every patch of your skin, "you look better in my arms~"

"You're shameless!" you manage to squeak out, already melting into a puddle in his embrace, inwardly cursing to the gods at his good looks, it doesn't help with his not-so-subtle flirting at all! Totally unfair!

The sorcerer smugly shrugs, finally reaching his room and twisting open the knob, "only for you, gorgeous," he plops you down as he sits on the edge of the bed, expectantly pointing to one of the shopping bags on the floor, from a boutique you often get your clothes from.

You didn't think he'd even notice, completely oblivious to the way he takes note of every little thing that you do; your likes and dislikes, the cute habits you do when you get all shy, stuff that makes you laugh, stuff that makes you cry — he knows it all.

Because Gojo Satoru may be clingy but is completely and undeniably in love with you.

He yearns for you, craves you, worships you like a never ending song, he knew ever since you came into his life that he would be yours, do anything you'd ask, it was dangerous... being completely whipped on the feeling of your presence... was dangerous.

But oh, how he loved it, I mean, what's there to live without a little danger?

After all... he revels in it.

"Oh— Satoru, that's not yours, it's this one," you smile, holding up the correct bag with his gifts, but he shakes his head, leaving you a bit puzzled.

He leans back—doing his annoying habit of—casually manspreading, teasingly giving you a shit-knowing grin as he says his next words without hesitation, leaving you bashful and once again experiencing heart palpitations.

"I'd much prefer if you give me a fashion show first, c'mon beautiful, show me how pretty my girl is."

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ᴀ/ɴ ||| hi my beautiful flowers! a gojo fic?! i know i know... everyone scream with joy! i hope i did him justice *nervous sweats* since my last gojo drabble blew up (btw ty for the love on that omg! 1k likes?! crazy!) I thought i'd try a actual fic this time, so sorry if it's sloppy hehe... now time for me to go, domain expansion! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

[nemisuki]

Do you have any author recommendations that write for bakugo, mha characters?

omg hi my pretty flower!

thank u so much for sending in this question! i genuinely love the tumblr community and reading everyone's works, so here's some blogs that i highly recommend to anyone in looking for peak writing (๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

for mha characters : @yukioos @tokeposts ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

more bkg-based : @cashmoneyyysstuff @kateschi @jxwl4k @syrecjh @watu2ka ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

nsfw (mdni) : @missdynamighttt ⋆˚࿔

upon receiving this question... i have realized i don't follow enough fellow writers, i gotta work on that! anywaysss feel free to check out all these amazing creators, truly i think their fics/drabbles/oneshots are always a pleasure to read when i'm in need of some mha content (๑>؂•̀๑)

and once again ty for this question anon! i hope everyone who sees this can show these writers some love!

[nemisuki]

forbidden love || ryomen sukuna x gn!reader, drabbles, pure fluff, 454 words (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

fallenangel!sukuna who was never a loyal follower, his humanity seemingly misplaced since creation. he rebelled against the gods—in the midst of his rampage and bitter distaste for the hierarchy—until his last moments, where his self conscious suddenly faded into darkness and then... awoke elsewhere, his once white wings, now fully painted in black feathers, hell... he was sure of it, he was in hell.

fallenangel!sukuna who instead of being bitter or shameful, grinned at sight of dark ravines and eternal darkness, taking it upon himself to roam freely, and eventually, conquering the underworld as his own, feeling pleasure in the way lowly beings would bow at his feet—in fear or out of respect—either way, it was beyond intoxicating.

fallenangel!sukuna who finds himself humored when you stumble in his throne room, restrained by the guards, looking a little too innocent to be in this side of the afterlife, likely a rare banishment gone wrong, given the pure white wings attached to your back. he keeps you close at all times, deciding to hold onto you for leverage when the gods come searching for your soul, he'll demand a hefty reward, the thought alone making his fangs shine in the crimson moonlight.

fallenangel!sukuna who doesn't understand a single thing you do, you're obnoxiously gentle, despite him being the most feared creature in this realm, always looking at him with curiosity, noticing he isn't too mean as the rumors say. after all, you're unharmed and given regular meals. he hates it, hates you, would've killed you the second you touched his hand—the second he started getting used to your presence—the way you look at him with nothing else but softness and care.

fallenangel!sukuna who starts behaving erratically, killing anyone who so much as stares at you for longer than necessary, execute those who seem to ponder on stealing you for their own whims, sending out orders that from here on out — your off limits to anyone but him. he keeps you closer, moving you to his chambers instead of a shabby little room, let's you innocently snuggle up to him in bed, clinging to his huge form as if he couldn't kill you right here and now.

fallenangel!sukuna who begins contemplating, unable to think properly as you gush about your little interests, topics he would've previously found irritating but now leaving him unsure, focusing on the way your eyes brighten, making his lips curl up just barely, but you seem to notice, smiling back and mentioning how beautiful his smile is, catching him off guard, and then making him realize, that maybe he'd let you stay.... but most of all, let you go—if you'd ask—because light can't mix with darkness... right?

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𐔌✧.* SᑕᑌᖴᖴᒪE .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ೀ⋆ || When trying to make friends goes wrong, the blonde will always defend you, even in a fight ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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ᝰ.ᐟ ||  katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, acts of service, 1.2k word count •°. *࿐

You didn't know how you got in this position—tangled up in the webs of a grumpy blonde—becoming the fixation of your next door neighbor, who is both recognized and feared by the whole district, his reputation only ever increasing since you were mere children.

And to any newcomer, they would find the two of you to be quite an odd pairing, the personality differences quite palpable. You're not like the loud hot head; you're bubbly, more carefree, often socializing with strangers on your day to day.

The stark differences would be deal-breakers in most dynamics, at least... that's what the onlookers would think, but to anyone else that's seen the two of you grow up, they would immediately know — that you've been his ever since you two met.

"You shouldn't talk to that boy anymore!" Katsuki, age 8, shouted out towards you, accusingly pointing a finger in your direction, acting as if you just committed some sort of crime in public.

And in his mind, you did, because why in the world are you talking to someone else that isn't him?! Again?!

His brows are furrowed, glaring daggers at the way you happily smile back at him, oblivious to how his anger rises at each passing moment, "Don't worry Kacchan! I already told him I had a best friend! You!"

He hates the way his heart jolts at your words, the way you can make his anger disappear with one pretty little smile, the way you could easily read him like a book, I mean... was his jealousy really that obvious?

The boy huffs, crossing his arms and looking away with a stubborn frown, "You're always running away, didn't your mom ever teach you about stranger danger?!"

You're eventually stepping closer to him, taking the opportunity to innocently hold his hand—a small habit you've recently developed—one that makes the little boy flush bright red, halting in place as you tilt your head towards him, big curious eyes staring deep into his crimson gaze.

"She did! But I know i'm safe when you’re around!" you beam, such a bold statement exiting your mouth like it's damn air, merely giggling at the way he freezes, eyes widening, not anticipating such high praise and expectations.

His heart feels like it's gonna explode.

He quickly averts his gaze, though doesn't make a move to push you away, instead pulling you along to follow him, away from every potential distraction—aka the other kids on the swings—clearly intending to hog all your attention for himself, until you inevitably run away yet again.

"Hmph, then you should just stay next to me..." he mumbles, so faintly that it's almost incoherent, but even so, despite the rustling leaves and soft breeze, you seem to hear it — you always seem to hear him.

"Then can I be with you forever, Kacchan?!" you continue, cheerfully skipping at his side, a look of hope clouding your glossy orbs, eagerly awaiting his response.

A moment of silence passes.

"Do whatever you want, like I care!" the boy scoffs, nonetheless, gently squeezes your hand, the earlier pink tint continuing to linger on his cheeks.

Your smile immediately widens at his subtle confirmation, that you squeal in delight, clinging to his side all the way to the monkey bars, unknowingly attaching yourself to the best protector you could've ever asked for.

Because when he finds you a few days later—your tiny form nervously shrinking back from two big fourth graders—he's already acting as your shield, standing in front of you, not giving them time to mutter another single word. His crimson eyes zero in on the two boys, sizing them up and making sure you're out of harm's way.

Katsuki heard the way they were mocking you, seemingly making fun of your talkative demeanor when you approached them, and witnessing such an exchange... only made him see red. It didn't help that he could hear your soft sniffles and hiccups behind him, solely increasing his previous frustrations, after all... you never cry.

"You bastards! You'll pay for that!" he yells out, already running towards them as his palms cackle with mini explosions, not an ounce of fear as he rushes the older duo.

You and the other neighborhood kids could only watch in awe as the blonde throws punches left and right, using his fierce quirk as leverage, immediately overpowering the boys with sheer strength and will power.

And the desire to protect a certain someone.

So it didn't take long for the older duo to run away, tails between their legs, as the blonde stands tall—a bit bruised in the face but nonetheless—the overall victor of the intense beatdown. Katsuki's posse eventually rushes over, their eyes gleaming with admiration at his bravery, all while the blonde wipes away at his bloody nose.

"Wow Kacchan!"

"You fought against two big fourth graders and won!"

Despite the praise that would usually fill his ego, he pays them no mind, instead looking around the park before his gaze lands on you, who's currently being comforted by a few of your friends, some giving you hugs and even tissues for your tears.

His eye twitches at the sight.

The blonde immediately marches over, making everyone scatter away like ants after witnessing the fight, clearly intimidated by Katsuki's aggressive mood and the dangerous glint in his gaze, but much to everyone's shock, he helps you to your feet, gently wiping away at your remaining tears.

"Tch, you idiot... I told ya' to stop approaching random people, not everyone is as damn cheerful as you!" he scolds, in an unfamiliar tone that leaves everyone's jaw on the floor, it's loud but not hostile, softer, something more vulnerable... and only meant for you.

"Ah—! Kacchan, your cheek!" you gasp, looking at his small bruises with dramatic horror, a hint of guilt beginning to form in the pit of your stomach, after all, he only got involved because—

"Hmph! This is nothin'! So don't start cryin' again, ya' hear?!" the blonde scoffs, pulling you along by your wrist to somewhere private, giving you a quick once over when you're finally alone.

He hesitates, "Oi, they didn't.. touch you... right?"

His eyes darken at the mere thought of you getting hurt, giving you the confidence that he would do anything for your assured safety... as much as he'd try denying it.

"Ah— I'm okay!!" you quickly reassure him, knowing he's surviving off his last thread of patience—and not wanting to see him go off the rails of sanity—you smile up at him, already feeling more at ease, "thank you kacchan..."

He flushes bright red, averting his gaze, "don't thank me, stupid... I didn't do it for you! I just— didn't like them is all!"

You knowingly giggle, and feeling a little thankful... you wrap your arms around him, giving the boy an innocent hug in response, making Katsuki awkwardly freeze, unsure of what to do, "H-Hey! People are gonna see, let go!" he exclaims, his cheeks nearly matching the color of his ruby irises.

"It's okay now! I know I'm safe when you're around!" you cheer.

Katsuki pauses.

It's those words again. The everlasting trust you have in him to keep you safe, protected, but most of all, loved... he just can't let you go.

So he'll let you get close, let you chatter to the sea of people that you want to call 'friends'—good or bad—because he'll be here, watching over you, protecting you, loving you.

He stands there, allowing you to hug him for a few moments longer, resigning to awkwardly patting your head.

"Yeah whatever.... just stay next to me, dummy..."

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[nemisuki]

flirty co-star || satoru gojo x gn!reader, jjk drabbles, pure fluff, 418 words (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

actor!gojo who is always spotted—in all the behind the scenes snippets—clinging to your every move. that man is all over you, hugging your waist like it's the most natural thing in the world. your smiling and waving to the camera, casually explaining what's happening in the scene, but then like clock work, he's suddenly behind you, giving you a good morning hug and kiss on the temple as he arrives on set, shining his cocky grin to the camera as he casually rests his arms around your shoulders.

actor!gojo who ignores his manager's scolding, shrugging as he continues his shameless clinging, remaining at your side at every red carpet, interview or season premiere. the fans are getting wild, reposting the same clip where he grows extremely protective of you in public outings, unapologetically shoving away some people who got a little too close to you for autographs, not caring about the potential backlash online, because if your safe, that's all that matters.

actor!gojo who mentions you in every single interview, honestly, the question has nothing to do with the show but your name is falling right out his mouth at the first given moment. it happens so much that it's widely known in the industry, all interviewers now ask a question pertaining to you to keep him engaged, which works wonders with the way he sits up straighter in his seat, now enthusiastically rambling about your little habits on set.

actor!gojo who starts getting pouty when you're taken away by the glam team for touch-ups, he's stubbornly following close behind, insisting on needing extra hairspray just to be at your side. you can only laugh when he's dramatically pulled back on set, watching him whine the whole way back, until you return a few minutes later with a smoothie in your hands, which he takes it upon himself to take a little sip from, not caring about an indirect kiss as he teasingly smiles at your surprised expression.

actor!gojo who finds himself frowning at some stupid shipping wars in the comment sections, noticing how some fans think you and another cast member look cute together—oh hell no—not on his watch. he's immediately on edge all day, but when you end up sleeping against his shoulder in the lounge area, he smirks to himself, pulling out his phone to snap a quick picture, and eventually posting it on his insta story, tagging you with a little heart next to it, hmph, that'll show them!

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[nemisuki]

𐔌✧.* ᒪOᐯIᑎG YOᑌ .ᐟ ֹ ₊꒱

ೀ⋆ || Growing up as the chubby girl, you didn’t ever think you’d get your prince charming, turns out you were wrong, love truly is unconditional ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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ᝰ.ᐟ ||  katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff & angst, words of affirmation, happy ending, soft bkg, 2.6k word count •°. *࿐

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You were never the type of girl to dress up in revealing clothing, much less put on heavier makeup—there was nothing wrong with it by any means—comfortability just played a larger factor in your day to day life.

Or maybe it was your insecurities creating such a habit, the hesitance of being all dolled up in public, a place already filled with beautiful people, that leaves you reluctant to even try, not even attempting to get close to their standards.

As much as people try denying it, spouting empty messages online about 'self-love', it doesn't change the fact that being a chubbier female, in a looks-based society, will always come with it's downsides.

You're treated differently compared to someone who fits societal standards, often blending into the background at group events, as everyone's eyes are on the main stars, the pretty ones that shine so brightly that it leaves the rest of you in their shadows.

Overtime, you've grown used to being on the sidelines, silently watching as people walk up to the leading heroines, striking up conversations in hopes to sweep them off their feet, but never you, because the supporting characters don't get the spotlight... right?

"What damn drink do you want, hah?" the unfamiliar blonde scoffs.

It's your first time meeting him at this party, and even you have to admit, the boy is a little intimidating but incredibly handsome, he's a friend of a friend, no shocker there, after all, pretty people always manage to stick together.

You silently watch as he asks your friend if they wanted something, while the others take the opportunity to shout out different requests.

He rolled his eyes at the numerous yells, yet listened nonetheless, you honestly wondered if he was always like this, grumpy but still clearly caring about his friends.

You didn't say anything, assuming you've blended into the background once more, you wouldn't blame him even if so, that's just how it always is.

He walks away only to return a few minutes later with a handful of caffeinated drinks, begrudgingly handing them out with a frown. Your too busy focusing on random people to notice him approaching, handing a sprite to your friend who's sitting beside you and then—

"Oi," the blonde grumbles, breaking you out of your little daydream and looking over, and much to your surprise, offering you a can of soda, "you didn't say what you wanted so don't complain, yeah?"

His red eyes felt like they were piercing into your own, and you had to stop yourself from staring in disbelief, slowly taking the drink from his hands as you shyly mumbled a little, "thank you."

He grunts and walks back to his seat, not bothering to say anything else, and despite his blunt words, you have to admit that was certainly nice of him, you didn't think he'd even notice...

You crack open the can, taking small sips as your gaze returns back to the surrounding cast of people, your heart feeling a bit lighter compared to a few seconds ago.

Completely oblivious to a certain blonde that's staring at you from afar, who's been noticing you ever since you took a seat, internally wondering why the hell you're so damn quiet, and looking entirely detached from the surrounding conversations.

It's the same the next time he sees you, the same group hanging out at his house, all of the idiots squealing and squirming as they play mario kart — except for you.

You're sitting on the couch beside Katsuki, per usual in a little daydream, fidgeting with the cuff of your hoodie and mindlessly biting the inside of your cheek, feeling a bit hungry after a few hours of non stop gaming.

And he immediately notices, frankly feeling a bit bored himself, so he gets up, grumbling a small "i'll be back" that's only heard by you in the midst of the chaos.

You nod in his direction, assuming he's off to the bathroom, who knows?

The blonde doesn't know why you got him all curious, why his legs are moving over to the damn kitchen, why you have him whipping up an assortment of treats, why he's silently anticipating your reaction when he gets back, it's fucking stupid yet he's here, impatiently waiting for this ramen to cook.

And after a suspicious amount of time away, he finally makes it back, placing a tray of homemade smores and chocolate covered strawberries on the table, to which everyone quickly digs into, offering cheesy bright smiles to his thoughtfulness, making him roll his eyes.

But that wasn't all.

"Here," he huffs, solely offering you a bowl of delicious looking ramen, a sight that has your mouth watering in an instant, the smell of perfectly balanced seasoning soothing your previous hunger.

Your eyes slightly widened, but nonetheless reached out, fingers barely brushing against his, sending a shiver down both of your spines.

The meal honestly looked restaurant worthy, the garnishes on top strategically placed, but you assumed he simply enjoyed being in the kitchen, which he did of course, but today was different.

He would never outright admit it, but he wanted to impress you... just a little.

You smile warmly as he sits beside you, "thank you bakugo..."

The blonde pauses for a moment, studying your happier expression as you took the first bite, your eyes practically lighting up at the taste, humming with awe at the mix of noodles and warm broth, it felt... nice.

"Uwahhh—! It's so good! I've never had anything like it!"

He's visibly taken aback by your sudden enthusiasm, not used to you speaking so hyper, not used to the way you look at him with stars in your eyes... and he liked it.

An odd feeling began forming in his chest, cheeks dusting in a soft pink as he quickly averted his gaze, "y-yeah... it's nothing, i'm damn good at everything!"

You cheerfully take bite after bite, unable to comprehend how he can get such a flavor, unaware to the way he subtly glances at your delighted expression, and the way you nibble away on the noodles, specks of seasoning scattered all across your mouth and puffy cheeks, a sight that has him staring for longer than necessary.

It was cute— wait what—?!

The blonde shakes his head, going back to his usual grumpy self as he takes a bite of his own noodles, scowling as the others begin questioning why you two are the only ones with ramen.

He scrambles for an excuse, sending them a empty glare, "because she's the only one who actually has manners! now eat yur' damn snacks and stop being greedy!"

All of them pout and whine, only making the blonde frown with mild irritation, it's only temporary however, when he hears you giggling beside him, the sound so foreign yet not entirely un-welcomed.

If anything, causing butterflies to form in his stomach, which is where the ramen is supposed to be, not some feeling that's warm and tingly!

And it was at that moment where he realized... that he just might be more intrigued by you then he'd like to admit.

So eventually, after a few weeks pass by, you begin to notice how frequently the blonde lingered around, often suggesting his house for the group hangouts, much to everyone's surprise, all collectively assuming Katsuki has officially gone soft — which he denies constantly with empty threats and insults.

But in reality, he's coming up with any minor excuse to be around you, the girl who's always in a little daydream, silently observing from the sidelines. And at this point, he's desperate for a conversation, purposefully giving you the best snacks or 'accidentally' bumping into you as you exit the bathroom.

Anything for a mere glance or one of those pretty smiles.

He hated this feeling; like his heart was gonna burst whenever you were around, he hated how happy he got when you complimented his cooking, he hated how you didn't talk enough for his liking, and worst of all, he hated how pretty you looked with no makeup and mere lounge wear, he hated it all... because no one should be allowed to be that damn pretty.

So when he takes notice of you stepping outside for a moment, likely for some fresh air, leaning against the railing of his balcony while the others play video games, he subtly follows close behind, casually draping his zip-up hoodie over your shoulders as you shiver at a particularly cold breeze.

You look at him with a shy smile, "thanks," it's odd, these little actions of his... you didn't want to give yourself false hope but, could you really consider this a mere friendly gesture?

You would be lying if you said that he didn't make your heart race, recently taking notice of his stares, noticing how he acted more protective over you then the rest, despite knowing you for the least amount of time, he was always watching.

Always gentle.

Always.

He nods, trying to ignore the way his heart is racing at the close proximity—along with the sight of you in his clothes—he attempts to play it cool, looking up at the night sky, "you're... always so quiet, why is that, huh?"

It's a question he's had for a while now, and after admiring you from afar, he's taken notice of some odd habits you've had, like at times, it looks like you have stuff to say, but never really act on it.

And it irks him to no end — the deprivation of your voice.

You're visibly taken aback for a moment, wondering what to say as you cling onto his hoodie, the smell of mint and cologne easing any bubbling nerves; maybe that's why you answer him, feeling a sense of peace whenever he's around, because Katsuki Bakugo is a kind human being, despite all the blunt words and phrases.

"I guess I got used to it... most people just talk to my friends, you know? I kinda just fade in the background."

His brows furrow, looking back at you with contemplation, "just cause yur' a little introverted?"

You shake your head, gaze falling upon some fireflies that float around you two, "well— maybe a little but... people just talk to you more.. when you're pretty..."

He freezes, clearly not at all expecting such a deep answer, the dots suddenly connecting as he recalls every moment he noticed something strange; you didn't see yourself the way he did.

And it hurts more than he'd like to admit.

Katsuki moves without thinking, grabbing a hold of your arm to spin you around, forcing you to meet his determined gaze. He can hear the way your breath hitches, see the way your eyes widen, and feel the way you tense under his touch.

"Bakugo what—" you begin but quickly shut up. his fierce gaze is unyielding, firm and unbelievably sincere, that it leaves you beyond speechless.

"I don't know what the fuck people have told you in the past, and I don't give a damn what others say, but your appearance doesn't dictate if you're a good fucking human being!" he huffs out loud, absolutely furious, not towards you, never towards you, but to whatever bastards printed that stupid assumption into your brain — that you weren't enough.

The honesty in his voice has your eyes watering before you know it, has you biting your inner cheek to hold back tears, years of built of insecurities and pain threatening to overflow the more he speaks.

His heart lurches at the way your eyes grow glossy in the moonlight, your fingernails digging into your palm in hopes the pain will overcome the feeling of sorrow.

He's angry, angry at himself for not noticing sooner, angry at the world for damaging such a gentle soul—who's done absolutely no wrong—angry at everyone who muttered a single insult on your name, just because you don't fit into society's idiotic standards.

But he doesn't stop speaking, doesn't even flinch, because he refuses for you to continue believing such lies, not anymore, not when—

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known, inside and out, and I fucking hate that you aren't even aware of it. It pisses me off that some extras made you think otherwise, because if it were up to me...." he gently cups your cheek, wiping away at a single stray tear, crimson eyes softening at the sight of your trembling lips.

"You'd be the standard to all things beautiful in this world."

Your unable to remember the last time you've cried so hard, maybe it was the first time you looked in the mirror, noticing the physical differences between you and the other kids—the extra skin on your stomach and cheeks—recalling the teasing at school from such a young age that made you cry on the playground.

And now you're weeping in the arms of Bakugo Katsuki, whose soothingly rubbing circles across your back, going against every idea you've heard growing up — showing you that love truly can be unconditional.

You fully sink into his chest as he cages you in, protectively holding you in a warm embrace, sheltering you from all things bad in this world, allowing you a moment of peace as you sob into his hug.

It felt like a dream, someone heard you, someone noticed, and someone cared, all in a single human being.

"...i-im sorry, i—" you sniffle, unable to finish.

He shakes his head, giving your waist a little squeeze, reassuring you with gentle touches, "don't be, idiot... it's not your fault that others don't know how to love you..."

Another sniffle, "if only I met you sooner..." you cling to him, the little girl from your childhood coming out in full force, bawling your eyes out in front of a boy who's already healing every invisible scar, pain that he didn't cause, but something he'd certainly cure with a matter of time.

If you'd let him.

"it... r-really doesn't bother you...? there are prettier girls out there... thinner... more outgoing...."

He tightens his hold on you, already giving you his answer with a single squeeze, the air around you both seemingly lighter, much like your heart, and you're scared to let go, scared that this feeling of happiness is merely temporary.

Because people like you don't get happy endings... right?

"Tch, looks or weight don't matter to me, i didn't... i didn't fall in love with you because of that dumbass..."

Your eyes widened at his words, swallowing another cry that threatened to escape your mouth, you just couldn't believe it.

He seems to notice and slightly pulls back, cupping your cheeks into his larger palms, crimson eyes piercing back into your glossy ones, "I like you. Not because you're pretty, not because you're smart but because you make me feel alive."

Katsuki leans closer, voice toning down into a soft whisper, tenderly cradling your face as he presses a variety of gentle kisses on your face.

"I," one on your temple, "Like," one one your nose, "You," and finally... one on your—

His gaze interlocks with yours, holding a silent message behind those stunning red orbs, you sniffle, smiling softly to your next words, slowly leaning in to close the distance, "I like you too..."

Both of your eyes flutter close at the sensation, breaths mingling together, lips moving against one another in a soft exchange, motivated by nothing less than pure devotion and affection.

It's tender and warm, just how you've imagined, if not more.

He's slowly pulling away after a moment, wiping away at the tears that linger against your skin, keeping you close with a rare soft smile, clearly not planning to let go any time soon.

Not until you understand just how beautiful you are, no matter how many years it'll take, but it's okay, you just need a reminder — he'll always remind you.

"Plus... the more skin, the more there is too love."

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a/n ||| hi my beautiful flowers! wow this one was kinda intense but i hope u all enjoyed it, i hope my writing could uplift some of you who suffer with body image and self-love, as i myself struggle with these thoughts too, i love u all, ur all beautiful and be kinder to yourself today hehe... now time for me to go, plus ultra! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ tags ||| @leleyro @skylermiller1 @aikojwhpa @zaiban2989 @qyuin @sunnyalmighty (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

[nemisuki]

falling for the barista || eijiro kirishima x gn!reader, pure fluff, mha drabbles, 391 word count (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

customer!kirishima who quite literally falls in love with you at first sight. the second he tried out this new cafe—recommended by some aesthetically pleasing tiktok—the man was already hooked, returning daily for a perfectly brewed cup of coffee. it was so darn perfect, that he just had to thank whoever made such a creation, maybe even beg for the secret recipe.

customer!kirishima who froze when you walked out of the staff only room, following your colleague when they said someone was eagerly looking for you, your curiosity seemingly peeked. and oh he knew he was done for, suddenly debating to beg for something else—your number—other then some silly little ingredient list.

customer!kirishima who suddenly grows shy at the way you thank him for his kind words. your bright smile captivating him soooo much, that it leaves a permanent impression on him, has him rethinking every single crush he's had in the past, because nothing has ever felt like this — so right.

customer!kirishima who starts visiting the cafe more frequently, purposefully aligning his visits with your shifts at the front cashier, trying to prolong the convos as much as he could, eventually leaving with a bright grin on his face as he remembers you laughing at a joke he made earlier.

customer!kirishima who absolutely panics on those rare occasions where you have the closing shift. he's already planning to be the last customer of the night, offering to walk you back home—or simply to the bus stop—whatever you felt most comfortable with, anything to make sure you get back safely.

customer!kirishima who nearly punches the air from pure joy at the way you ask for his number, beating him to it as soon as your bus pulls up to the curb. he's blushing bright red, nearly matching the color of his hair as he types in his digits, watching you go off with a shy smile as you wave bye to him.

customer!kirishima who walks to his apartment completely dumbfounded, not even remembering how he managed to get back, given his current flustered state. he'll find himself staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep when you message him a quick 'goodnight kiri <3', wondering if maybe... just maybe... there was more meaning behind that little heart you sent, after all, you certainly stole his.

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[nemisuki]

OMG SUKI YOU CHANGED YOUR PROFILE ARANGEMENT 😮😮😮

SO SO PRETTY AAA I LOVE THE FLOWER THEME 🌿🌹🌺🌸🌼🌷💐

SUITS YOU SO WELL 🩷

omg lele my love hellooooo ₍^. .^₎Ⳋ

thank you so much for noticing! i didn't even announce it yet bwahaha! it took an embarrassing amount of time to aesthetically organize it to my liking... but i'm glad you enjoyed the theme!

still adding some stuff here and there, perhaps gonna put a 'get to know me' section, and in the future a 'requests' one as well, but for now, i'll see what i can come up with!

(if anyone hasn't seen my new navigation post then check it out hehe)

- suki

[nemisuki]

Um hello?! This is so stinkin' cute!

Thank you sooo much for tagging me in this cherry, I will gladly participate in this adorable trend (•̀ᴗ•́)و

Probably the closest face reveal I’ll ever do on my blog hehe, now ofc I had to do me and bakugo, duhhh!

no pressure tags ||| @yukioos @tokeposts @katsu2ji @seumyo + anyone else who would like to participate!

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