We Are 400 Followers! Wow. Just— Wow. Also I Think I Have Carpul Tunnel In My Thumbs But Yk. (I Spelled

This is why writers abandon stories. It’s not that we don’t love them, it’s because we don’t want to love them alone.

So instead of bird that got zapped, I’m like a hairless chicken who was wrapped in live wire and then thrown at the president.

I fucking love this holy balls my face hurts from smiling and giggling so much y

welcome back to frat boy, bf! katsuki, but you're taking a nap and you miss his calls for the first time...

k<3 :

u home yet??

2 missed calls – the loml<333

k<3 :

yo. you said you were leavin class 20 mins ago.

stopped somewhere?

4 missed calls – the loml <333

k<3 :

sweet girl. answer me

not fuckin playin

7 missed calls – the loml<333

k<3 :

i swear to fuck if ur phone died again im gonna duct tape a charger to ur bag

10 missed calls – the loml<333

k<3 :

come on

please

just text me

by the time the clock ticks past 10 minutes, katsuki’s spiraling.

he’s already speed-walked home from campus—snarled at kirishima when he offered to tag along, ignored denki yelling something about pizza—and practically slammed the front door open.

he checks every room with increasing panic.

kitchen? empty. bathroom? lights off. your shoes? by the door. your bag? slung carelessly on the couch.

his heart’s in his throat now. he storms to the bedroom and—there you are.

sprawled out across the bed in your favorite hoodie (his, of course), wrapped in a nest of blankets like some cozy little shit, hair a mess, cheek smushed into the pillow. dead to the world.

katsuki just stops in the doorway. halfway between furious and relieved. he exhales so hard it sounds like a curse, raking a hand through his hair. “fuckin’ hell, woman.”

he watches the slow rise and fall of your chest, the tiny puff of breath from your lips, the faint twitch of your fingers as you shift slightly, still completely out of it.

he pads over slowly and crouches beside the bed, bracing himself on the edge of the mattress. just watching you sleep like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen and the most infuriating thing he’s ever dealt with.

you don’t even stir.

“called you ten fuckin’ times,” he whispers, brushing your hair away from your face gently, thumb lingering at your temple. “had my heart about to claw outta my chest.”

he glares down at your peaceful expression. “you couldn’t send one goddamn text?”

you snore a little.

he huffs out a soft, involuntary laugh and leans forward to kiss your forehead, lingering there for a moment.

“stupid girl,” he murmurs, voice rough now—not angry, just overflowing with that messy blend of worry and love and the kind of fear he doesn’t even want to name.

“you scared the shit outta me,” he says, voice barely audible now.

he kicks off his shoes, strips down to his hoodie, and climbs into bed beside you, dragging you into his chest like he needs to feel your heartbeat under his palm.

and maybe he does.

he buries his face in your neck, breathes you in, and closes his eyes—like maybe if he holds you tight enough, you’ll never slip away without him noticing again.

“you ever ignore my calls again, i’m gonna kill you… then bring you back just to yell at you.”

it takes a minute for your senses to catch up. the first thing you register is warmth—a lot of it. the solid wall of heat behind you, the weight of an arm slung heavy around your waist, a hand gripping your thigh like it belongs there.

you blink awake slowly, the sunlight slicing through the curtains, warm and golden against your cheek. your mouth is dry. your head is foggy. your entire body feels like it sank into the mattress and refused to surface again.

you open your eyes fully, only to find katsuki awake. already looking at you. already scowling.

he’s lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, messy blonde hair sticking up in every direction. his eyes are sharp—wide-awake, unblinking, trained directly on your face.

“you almost died.”

you blink. “what?”

“you almost died,” he repeats flatly, voice low and grumpy. “that’s the only excuse i’ll accept.”

you shift slightly, throat dry. “what are you—?”

“my calls,” he snaps, cutting you off. “my texts. ten fuckin’ calls, sweets. not a single goddamn word.”

you glance over at your nightstand. your phone is there. fully charged. blinking with a whole list of missed notifications.

“oh my god.”

your brain stutters through memories. class had wiped you out. you’d come home, tossed your stuff down, meant to take a quick nap—and clearly crashed harder than you thought. hard enough to sleep through ten calls and a boyfriend having a full panic spiral.

you roll onto your back, face him, voice small. “i didn’t mean to worry you.”

he narrows his eyes. “you didn’t answer. you could’ve passed out, gotten jumped, gotten hit by a fuckin’ car for all i knew.”

your stomach turns with guilt. “i’m sorry…”

he exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face, frustration fading into something a little softer. “i came home ready to break the door down. thought i’d find you hurt or... i dunno... fuck.”

his voice breaks a little on that last word.

your chest aches. you sit up slowly, sliding into his lap and cupping his face with both hands. he doesn’t resist. just leans into you, his arms wrapping tight around your waist like he needs you right there, like it’s the most natural place for them to be.

“i just passed out,” you whisper. “like… sleep coma status.”

“you didn’t even flinch,” he mutters. “thought i was gonna have to check your pulse.”

you snort softly. “i was probably dreaming about you yelling at me.”

he squeezes your thigh, resting his forehead to your collarbone. “not funny. you’re not allowed to scare me like that again.”

you can feel his heart thudding against your chest—still fast, still a little shaken. you lean against him and whisper, voice quiet: “what happens if i do scare you again?”

he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes. something soft settles in his expression. that sharp edge in his gaze dulls just a little—not gone, but mellowed, focused. it’s the look he only gives you, like you’re the only thing on the planet worth softening for.

he thinks for a second.

“first,” he says, tone completely serious. “i panic. obviously.”

you snort.

“then,” he continues, brushing a thumb along your jaw, “i break into your phone, make it so the ringtone screams your name at full volume. every time. forever.”

you giggle. “that’s horrifying.”

“i’m not done,” he deadpans. “next, i put a gps tracker in your backpack. and your keychain. and maybe your bra.”

you raise a brow. “my bra?”

“don’t question my methods, woman. i need intel.”

you laugh again, leaning fully into him, resting your head in the crook of his neck. he goes quiet. arms wrap tighter around you, firm and warm.

“maybe... i’d hold you like this,” he says, low and sure. “and not let go for a long time.”

you close your eyes as his hand slides up your back, smoothing slow circles into your spine. the rest of the world fades out, tucked away beneath the weight of his embrace and the soft beat of his heart against your cheek.

“and,” he adds, voice barely a whisper now, “i’d make sure you never forget how much you matter to me.”

your throat tightens a little. you bury your face deeper in his neck, smile trembling.

“okay,” you breathe.

“yeah?” he murmurs, holding you a little closer.

“yeah. i promise not to scare you again."

there’s a beat of silence. then—

“good,” he mutters. “’cause i might start showing up to your classes and shit.”

you snort into his shoulder, brushing your fingers through his messy hair. “i promise i’ll keep my phone on ring from now on.”

“you better,” he grumbles, then pauses. “swear to god, i aged five years in seconds.”

you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “you’ll still be hot, even gray.”

he gives you a dry look. “tch. you’re lucky i love with you.”

you grin. “i know.”

his eyes narrow. “oh, do you now?”

and that’s when it happens—he pulls back just enough to stare at you, eyes narrowed, before reaching up and squishing your cheeks between both hands, mushing your lips into a pout.

“you have to say it back,” he barks, holding your face like a grumpy old man scolding a puppy, his thumbs digging into your squishy cheeks. “or i’ll keep doin’ this.”

you try to speak, but it just comes out as a muffled, “i lubb youuuu.”

he snorts, his grin slowly tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“i love you more, sweet girl,” he mutters, releasing your cheeks.

your lips are still puffed out from where he squished your cheeks, but he kisses them anyway—warm and slow and just a little too soft for someone who was grumbling about murder five minutes ago.

his palm stays on your jaw, thumb brushing lazily along your cheekbone, as if he’s still making sure you’re real. your cheeks are still tender from where he squished them, the warmth of his palm lingering.

you feel him press a kiss to the top of your head, and you let yourself melt a little further into him.

wrapped up in warmth and safety and the ridiculous, overprotective heart of the boy who loves you more than he knows what to do with.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ this happened to me last week and i missed the opportunity to buy what i want from mcdonalds 💔 (the minecraft toys here are ASS) hope you guys enjoyed, also how do i make them fuck any suggestions 👉👈

hey pooks! Just wanna say you should stay healthy, drink water, stay well, get good sleep, stay off the drugs for a bit, eat good, no energy drinks, and pace yourself off your addictions, I want you to not have a heart attack or worse. I love you!!

Ugh I literally love you. I’ve been going on a little T break for 420 this year (this weekend lfg), but after that I’ll prob go 5 week break. Love you tho, thanks for checking in on me.

(M gonna crawl into your skin and kiss your brain. Ily. Don’t die.)

Would people join if I made a discord and we talk about crazy shit and smoke weed or like if you don’t smoke that’s fine you can sip some bug juice

Like I just wanna talk some like crazy weird one braincell I hate sience type shit

Pelase

Please

Th

So. I hated season 4 of umbrella academy. Especially Lila x five. But guys. When five is in love it’s so fucking cute. LIKE OH MY GOD. It’s the way he looks so soft around her or the strawberry scene. Let alone when he kissed her it was so slow and gentle and so damn genuine. And then when he smiled at her when he made her that bracelet.

Someone help me I am in LOVE w this man 😩😩😩

Happy valentines! Oh nvm.

—In which JJK men cancel your Valentine's date to hang out with the boys, or just plain didn't want to go. (Smau)

JJK various; Gojo, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna

Part two

it's the last day you can rb this

Gojo dating a woman with a rbf.

Tw: random man being a man, you have an rbf, mentions of sitting on Gojo’s face, y’all are literally the best couple, rlly short.

(Pls comment or use my ask thingy on my pf things yall want me to write ab. It don’t gotta be Gojo or jjk either 🙏)

It was a beautiful day. You and Gojo were happy as could be, going from spot to spot on foot. You’d insisted on forcing Gojo to act normal and not filthy fucking rich. And he was actually enjoying it.

He’d had an arm either wrapped around your shoulders or a hand on your waist all day.

And you’d smile at his jokes or when he’d point at cute or cool shit.

However, while Gojo knew you were having a good time, the general public did not.

You were a beautiful young woman yes, but goddamn was your rbf a bad one. I mean it looked like someone had pissed in your cereal and stole all your favorite clothes.

When you weren’t smiling, your face was resting.

And when it was resting people would stare.

Most would whisper “someone’s in the doghouse” “wonder what that guy did” “what crawled up her ass and died”

Yk shit like that cuz humans are shit talkers through and through.

You and Gojo were sitting in a cute little restaurant. It was packed to the brim, the house was full to its ass and the hostess was swamped as she juggled servers who begged not to be sat but had to be sat.

You and Gojo sat in calm silence as you zoned out on his forehead. It happened sometimes and Gojo loved it because it meant he could stare and admire you.

However, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a couple of guys staring in y’all’s direction. One of them even pointed at you.

Immediately, you turned to Gojo “fuck, babe is there shit on my face?” You were ready to be mortified but Gojo just shook his head.

“No pretty, there’s nothing on your face. Except those pretty eyes that I’m waiting to make roll back when we get home.” Gojo grinned and leaned in, that shit eating grin on his face.

You just rolled your eyes, a pretty smile rising to your lips. However, you noticed one of those guys freeze mid step as he was apparently approaching you.

He blinked, seemingly confused. Did you have some batshit crazy mood swings or were you just fucking with your boyfriend?

Gojo turned his head to look at the man. “Can I help you?” He was just as confused as you. “What you wanna an autograph? Man I know I’m famous but-“

“You should smile more. It’s really pretty.” The young man stared at you, although his brows furrowed when your face dropped.

“Get the fuck outta here.” Your lip curled in disgust, “fucking men.”

“Baby come on we’re leaving. I’m angry and wanna sit on your face.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Gojo just dropped a $180 on the table and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. However as y’all passed the guy, he turned his head and mouthed a thank you.

YALL MY FRIEND LOOK ME DEAD IN THE EYE AND SAID I HAD THE BITCHIEST RESTING FACE.