#i lub him....

[lissdiary]

katsuki has always noticed how soft you are, the way you sympathize with almost everyone bringing you to tears during every situation makes his heart flutter. although his personality is quite different from yours, he loves how sentimental and innocent you can be. it’s as if he’s a planet and you’re his sun, revolving around him even on his darkest days. he always sees how much light you bring to the room, and how easily you smile. he’ll never admit how clingy he is but he just doesn’t wanna let go of his sweet girlfriend, ever.

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when katsuki comes home from patrolling, all he can think about is you. how you sit on the couch, eagerly waiting for him to come home. as soon as he gets there, you jump up, running to the door. you open your arms for him, “welcome home, kats” he melts into your arms nudging his face into your neck. you wrap your arms around him, “long day?” you run your hand through his blonde locks, giving him a few scratches for him to relax. he nods, “just missed ya’ baby.

he comes home every night, saying how much he misses you. katsuki lifts his head up, looking at the kitchen. you had prepared his favorite meal before he got home.you gave him a peck, a sign of proud you are of all his hard work. he walked over to the table, looking at the plate you prepared for him. “f’me? thank you baby.” he pulls you in for a kiss before sitting down to eat. you sit at the table with him, even though you had already eaten before he got home. you sit there smiling, listening to him yap about whatever ‘extras’ he had to encounter today. he looks up at you, your palm holding your head.

katsuki complains when you’re not in bed by the time he is, before you can move the sheets to get in he grabs your wrist, pulling you onto him. you peck his face in order for him to forgive you for ‘taking too long’. you attempt to get off and go on your side of the bed, but he pulls you back. “one more, baby.” you roll your eyes, giving pecking his lips. “last one” this time he pecks your lips, letting you go. he can’t sleep without you telling him you love him. as you start to dooze off, you mumble “i love you” to him. katsuki turns on his side to face you,

“love you more, idiot” kissing your temple before going to sleep.

— not proof read !

sweet request from anon !

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki is pissed the fuck off.

it doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell. whenever he's angry he makes it extremely obvious and most of the time it becomes everyone's problem. but it's weird to you because he was fine like, 5 seconds ago.

until 5 seconds ago he'd gotten back from buying groceries for the class and kissed you on the forehead as a greeting. he'd even brought the oranges you'd begged him to get last minute because you'd randomly been craving them, even after saying he wouldn't (but you both knew he would.)

but now he's pissed, and you have no idea why.

he's not saying anything either, but he keeps huffing and clicking his tongue every once in a while, fist pressed hard against his cheek and his jaw locked tightly chewing on the little piece of the own orange he'd been eating and finished a bit ago.

you keep munching on your piece of orange as you stare at him, and then you poke at his cheek. he grunts, shooing your hand away and leaning away from you.

"what's got you so grouchy ?" you tilt your head with a raised brow, he scoffs. readjusting his leg on the couch. you fight the urge to roll your eyes. he's ignoring you now ?

"katsuki."

silence.

"katsukiii-"

"it's nothin'." he growls, huffing through his nose.

this time you do roll your eyes "sure, that's why you're being all cranky." slowly, you inch towards his spot on the couch where he'd secluded himself away. he hasn't left the room and he doesn't react to you getting closer besides a slight side eye, so you know he's probably just being dramatic.

his nose scrunches up at your wording and he pretends he doesn't notice you lifting his arm up to lay in them. he doesn't comment on how he almost immediately changes his position to make you more comfortable.

"m'not cranky." he spits, eyebrows contorting and a pout settles onto his face "not a baby."

could've fooled me you think, but you decide against actually saying it. you're smile widens when his eyes narrow once he meets yours, he pinches your side "quit starin' at me."

"katsukiii. what's got your panties in a bunch ?" you coo and katsuki gives you the most repulsed look you've ever seen him make.

"don't ever say that ever again, i'm so fucking serious." he groans at your giggling, leaning his head away and shoving his palm in your face to get away from you like he couldn't just leave the room instead of actively pulling you closer to him. really, could've fooled you.

"ya didn't let me peel yer orange for you.." he mumbles grumpily.

you blink up at him "..what ?"

eyebrows furrowing just at the memory, he continues "was gone for three seconds to put away the damn groceries an' here you go, prancing around me, throwin' your peel away in the trash right in front of me."

oh, wow.

"katsuki. really ?"

"you know i always do it for you. yn." he sasses.

"that's why you were so mad at me ?" your giggles muffled by him pressing your head into his shoulder in a headlock.

"you were busy !" you fight weakly.

"so ? if you've got shit to do you come to me, i woulda done it in two seconds. peeling oranges doesn't take that long, dummy."

you keep giggling as you try to fight him off before you hear him snort and he releases you.

as stupid as it may sound, katsuki isn't the best when it comes to letting his affection be known through words, so you know how much acts of services, as small as they are, mean to him.

you sometimes forget how much he loves to do little things for you. throwing away your little candy wrappers, or already unwrapping your ice cream for you. or absentmindedly fixing up and sorting out your desk, or bookshelf when he sees your manga out of order or sticking out too much. the little ways he cares for you make your heart flutter. you smile up at him and offer him a piece of orange. he scowls at it.

"don't want your stupid orange." he mutters childishly, but you don't have enough time to pull away to eat it yourself before he grips your wrist. bringing it up to his mouth to eat it anyway. you roll your eyes with a fond smile.

"i'll be sure to leave the orange peeling to you from now on." you jest. he grunts in approval, softly chewing on the slice of juicy orange before patting your wrists, signalling he wants more. and you snort, but you still hand him another piece. his warm grip on your wrist remains even though he could very well just take it out of your hands. he hums again when the taste kicks in.

"you better, i mean it. otherwise it's your funeral."

thank my lovely lovely moot @kovu-bunnbunn for this lovely idea ! tysm twin ! :3

[sakura-rose12]

Big man on small chair

Cora my beloved ❤️

[zaxazoom]

This screenshot is so wine aunt coded

[saetoru]

sometimes it’s easy to miss satoru’s pure, unbridled excitement he has from anything affectionate you give him. sometimes it’s easy to be blinded by the smug comment or two—give him a kiss for no reason and he’s like “just can’t keep your hands off of me, huh?” or tell him you love him out of the blue and he’s like “aw, you’re obsessed, aren’t you?” or bring him something sweet on your way home and he’s all “always thinking of me, aren’t you? i am unforgettable.”

but he’s so, so excited, it’s almost palpable. almost tangible. you can almost feel it. you can practically touch it. you kiss him and he’s eyeing your lips hopefully for one more. give him one more. he wants one more so bad, he’ll even lean closer and tap his cheek to make the distance shorter for you, just so it’s easier. you tell him you love him and he’s teasing you that he definitely loves you most just so you can say no, i love you more than most. just because he wants to hear it again. he needs to hear it just one more time so he can make sure it’s true. you hand him kikufuku you got on the way home and he’s playfully demanding you hand feed him. he just likes the way your thumb is gentle as you wipe the cream from the corner of his lips. it’s tender, and a little more intimate than he cares to admit. more than he thought possible from something so seemingly normal.

it’s excitement, in a raw, endearing sort of way. he’s happy to be loved, so purely ecstatic you do it for no reason at all sometimes. sometimes it’s a kiss because he’s just so cute when he yawns. sometimes it’s a whisper of i love you, toru because it’s been silent for a bit and you wanted to fill it with something. sometimes it’s a slice of cake from his favorite bakery because he seems to be having a bad week. it’s never because he earned it. never because he had to work for it. never because he’s strong and capable and responsible and does what he’s expected to do. it’s just because he exists—because he’s there and you love him for being there and that’s all there is to it.

he always responds the only way he knows how—teasing you in that way only satoru can manage. but you love him unapologetically in that way only you can manage, and that’s why you know to give him more. to kiss him that extra time. to say i love you again so he can make sure. to touch him gently just so he can feel fragile for once. it makes him excited to be loved—it’s the best part about it.

[i-do-not-know-what-it-is]

jmart brain rot (the blue/gray i used around martin ended up too dark :<)

+ the admiral :3

[areyousanta]

My boy as a birthday present to myself

[jesuistrestriste]

art donaldson who is obsessed with his looks.

just less in a vain way, and more in a “i desperately want them to notice me” way.

he buys body scrubs and protein-rich hair masks and salicylic acid facial toners and sheet masks and luxurious lotions and—

everything that he’s seen people use online; all in hopes of catching your eye.

he wants to look clean. he wants to look soft. he wants to look smooth. he wants to look good. he wants you seeing his bouncing blonde curls and shiny muscles and moisturized body, and think ‘wow, this guy is exactly what i’ve been looking for!’

i mean, what purpose would he serve for you if he wasn’t attractive?

he doesn’t even have to end up becoming your boyfriend, he’d settle with just being able to touch you under the covers if that was all you wanted from him.

a little piece of the whole you would be better than nothing.

sometimes he gets a little embarrassed when he’s in the middle of shaving his chest in the shower, but he reminds himself that it’ll all be worth it when you take one look at him—shirtless on the courts—and see how much he looks like a model from a designer catalogue.

because he does.

…doesn’t he?

[sturnioloho]

pouty

[stopthatfool]

Consistently shocked by the idea that people think Bradley Rooster Bradshaw is chill and laid back. He’s actually shockingly unchill. He is the opposite of chill. He did not inherent any of his parents chillness. He’s a loser who’s too invested in everything.

Like ya hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and I cut off my remaining family, surrogate father, and support system for 15 years cuz he pulled my naval academy papers because he didn’t want me to die like my biological father and because my mother wanted me to be free of the navy’s confinements and to exist outside of a system that physically uses me for their own power and political gains— gains I will never experience and feel for myself. A system that sees me as no more than a number, a soldier, something easily replaceable, as a body to be sacrificed in a war that i did not start nor will i finish.

“Bradley's chill.” No he’s not. He’s a beast. He’s a 30 something year old man whose entire purpose revolves around holding a grudge and proving his surrogate father wrong. This beast who literally said this to his surrogate father— "No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn when you burn in." Beastly. Ghastly thing to say. 15 years and he still hates the guy who's been there for him since day one. He’s a guy who refuses to even begin to understand where Mav was coming from or to even think of what his mother wanted. He’s evil. And I love him.

Hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and when someone brings up a well known, easily accessible fact that my father and surrogate father used to fly together I will try to cause physical harm against them and my friends will have to physically hold me back. I’m Bradley Bradshaw and I was willing to put my entire career on the line (the one in which I put my family aside for) so I can attack and beat this guy up.

I love his big ol’ Bambi eyes… he’s evil and fucked up and he’s not chill. Yes he wears jorts and tropical shirts, but that just means he’s gay and a fucking liar. Just cuz he looks like some surfer dude does not mean that he’s actually laid back like one. He’s lying to himself— trying to convince himself he is something that he is not and never will be. He is unchill. He’s lame. He has undiagnosed anxiety and it physically expresses itself through anger and loserly-ness. He cares so much to the point of self sabotage. He will always be unchill, no matter how much he tries to change that fact.

Y’all ever want to cradle a grown man in your arms? (graphic design is my passion)

[kristiliqua]

rambley is everything to me . i support all his rights and wrongs

[stray-but-okay]

It’s a sensitive topic for him

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.

he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.

“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”

and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.

and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?

you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.

“hi, katsu !”

silence, no response. you try again.

“…hello ?”

you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”

“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.

it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”

there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”

“were you worried ?” you tease.

“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”

“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.

we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚

katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.

[sillylittlemothman]

In case you can't tell, I really really really like quirrel

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[blamebonk]

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