Pinkpantheress For Vivienne Westwood

this is osamu when him and i were no contact

Till i can’t speak.

Wanted to practice some hatching-

I don't know how manga artists do it;;;

Anyway, I love Bakugo please watch/read MHA yes yes

IRIS LUKE PEARCE IS MYYY BITTCHH BRO MYYY FREAKING MAAANNNNN

that’s all you bbg i dunno where he is from either, i feel so outta touch with video games everyone’s playing…

𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍

pairing: deaf!katsuki x gn!reader

warning: collage au, swearing, softsuki, pure fluff, all words italicized are meant to be spoken in sign language

notes: this might be my fave thing ive written so far

632 | Bakugou’s never needed words to tell you how he feels. The only problem?You never understand what he’s been saying.

Bakugou signs alot.

At first, you thought it was just muscle memory, like how someone might talk to themselves under their breath. He’d move his hands with sharp, purposeful flicks, his fingers quick and angry, like he was arguing with the air.

But he always signed to you.

You noticed it when he’d glance your way mid-conversation, hands spelling out something with too much intention for it to be coincident. You didn’t understand a word, of course, and he never explained himself. He’d roll his eyes or scoff when you asked. Saying something like figure it out if you’re so interested, but even with his dismissal— he kept doing it.

When he was annoyed with you, his fingers moved fast.

On the rare chance you made him chuckle, he’d sign something slow and subtle, hidden behind his dumb smirk and eye roll.

When he looked at you too long, he’d blink, sign, and look away.

It wasn’t until weeks later, when you finally decided to take a crash course in ASL at your campus library that the words finally started to come together.

“Thanks for saving my seat,” you said softly, placing your bag down beside him. He hums, nodding, red eyes never leaving your own and it’s enough to make your face heat. You’d always thought Bakugou was good looking, but for the longest time, you kept your distance. That is, until he showed up to the lecture one day reading one of your favorite books, and something about that felt like an opening. Since then, sitting next to him became a habit you looked forward to more than you’d admit.

Your other friends liked to joke that you’d worn him down. That you annoyed him into a friendship.

But every time you walked in and found his bag already nudged off the chair beside him, saving the seat just for you, it felt like the smallest kind of miracle.

He never said much about it. Never made a show of saving your space, but he did it every time.

Bakugou shrugged, his hands move fast. You look… tired?

You blinked. “Wait, I— did you say I looked tired?”

He froze. His brows furrow, eyes narrowed. A tiny break in the confidence that was so Bakugou it practically had its own gravitational pull.

“What the fuck," you heard him mumble. It makes you laugh.

He’s quick to sign again. You understood that?

You bit your lip, suppressing a grin. “A little. I’ve been uh—“ You cut yourself off, your own hands coming forward. Learning.

Bakugou scowled, but his ears were tinged red. He signs again, how? you stalking me now?

“No,” you said, laughing. “I took some classes in the library. Besides you're the one who’s been talking at me this whole time. I finally decided to catch up.”

His hands lifted. It is then that the piece start clicking. If you had learned what he was saying than that means... his eyes narrowed.

What else have you seen?

You pause. Beautiful, he had signed once. You’re beautiful.

Another time: I like your laugh. It sounds like wind chimes. The words 'Wind chimes' was a hard one to figure out for sure.

Once: I wish I could kiss you without making things weird.

You shook your head gently. “Beautiful a couple times... but that's all I remember."

Bakugou exhaled sharply. That's all you remembered!? He's going to fucking explode, dear god. He can feel the heat traveling down his neck. His fingers twitched like he wanted to deny it, like he wanted to scream just to redirect the attention.

Instead, he groaned. Looking away before signing something slowly— hands pausing just enough to make sure you’d catch it.

I can help you remember the rest.

You smiled. Yes. I'd love that

bakugou the king of just watching you like this 👁️ 👁️

mina says something abt him being down so atrociously bad and he goes "fuck you. you don't know what the fuck you're talking about" 👁️ 👁️

navigation : midnight records! the moonlight album! the jjk album!

BEFORE SUNRISE ft. Zen'in Toji

synopsis : tokyo, may 1995. she doesn’t want to go home. he doesn’t have one. what starts as a strange encounter becomes a night of wandering until sunrise. and sometimes, one night is enough to remember someone forever.

contains : before sunrise au. soft angst. fluff. right person wrong time. strangers to almost lovers.

warnings : mentions of alcohol/smoking. language. themes of transience and loneliness. mentions of family trauma. suggestivity.

table of content!

✷ CHAPTER ONE. / 8:00 PM - Last Train

✷ CHAPTER TWO. / 9:00 PM - Strangers With Names

✷ CHAPTER THREE. / 10:00 PM - A Toast To Bad Ideas

✷ CHAPTER FOUR. / 11:00 PM - You Ever Let Go ?

✷ CHAPTER FIVE. / 12:30 AM - Someone Else's Party

✷ CHAPTER SIX. / 2:00 AM - Swing Set Ghosts

✷ CHAPTER SEVEN. / 3:00 AM - Nothing After This

✷ CHAPTER EIGHT. / 4:30 AM - First Light

2025 © NANASRKIVES. / do not copy, repost, edit, plagiarize, or translate any of my works on any platforms, including ai.

TAGLIST (OPEN). / @ayatakanosstuff @buckcherried @andysteve1311 @arwawawa2 @itsmeaudrieee

my soa obsession is back..

KUROO TETSUROU doesn’t get it.

you’re around all the time—at school, after school, walking home. you're his neighbor. he sees you practically every day. so why does it feel like he misses you?

and not just a little. like... really misses you. the kind that sits in his chest and doesn’t let up. but calling it “missing you” doesn’t feel right.

one late night, he spirals down a google rabbit hole and finds the word: ‘longing’. that’s it. it’s not just about seeing you. it’s about the way you make things feel okay without even trying. the way he wants more than just friendship, more than what you already give him without realizing.

so, in a moment of zero forethought, he calls you. after three rings, you pick up.

“hello?”

“y/n, i think i’m in love with you.”

there’s a beat of silence, then a soft laugh. “you’re real funny.”

“i’m not joking,” he says. “i’ve been sitting with this for weeks. i miss you, even when i’m with you. and i don’t know what that says about me, but i needed to tell you.”

the silence stretches. regret starts creeping in.

“…forget i said anything. that was—”

“kuroo,” you cut in, “you’re such an idiot. i love you too.”

after yet another beat of silence, he speaks up again.

“can i see you?” he asks, like his mouth’s moving faster than his brain can keep up.

“try not to wake anybody up.” you reply with a soft smile.

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where?

chappell roan’s real name is kayleigh rose LMAO