I Got Some Freaky Shit To Stay Ngl.

𝐌𝐑. 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ─── katsuki bakugou.

content. smau. f!reader. fake date. ambiguous ending. reader has a crush on shinsou. dry texter!katsuki. reader calls bakugou princess. fake date au.

If i buy a bts ticket for 2026 it better come with a NDA and a night with tae or jk or somehow jackson wang I DONT PLAY.

me and bokuto core

𝐌𝐑. 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ─── katsuki bakugou, part two.

content. smau. f!reader. dry texter!katsuki. profanity. katsuki lowkey clocks reader. sarcasm. reader calls katsuki princess.

part one.

i have the best jjk fic idea ever….

Reblog to head butt prev (affectionately of course).

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I love you bro you my slime @livteracts

NANAMIIIIIIi love him

Nanami and Gojo as murder-husbands :> Drawn for GoNanaGo Bang 2025 on ao3!

Breathing Without Lungs by ricochet was written based off this art. Please go check it out. I had a lot of fun participating, and I hope everyone goes to check out the ao3 collection.

∿ when grit meets grace ⤸ ╱ ❛ lilies ❜

♬⋆.˚ starry cat, up above / why do you glow? do you know? / when you left, you made a / hole the size of a moon inside my heart.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ content warnings; flirting. smoking. maybe some self depreciation? short, sweet. -> word count: 727.

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“wrong. run it again.”

they’ve been at this for over an hour. hinata approached keishin before practice, phone in hand, with hopes of trying a new quick. it had taken keishin less than 30 seconds to know that it would be hard. hard, but not impossible. everyone looks tired–tsukishima’s attitude is growing worse by the second, nishinoya is getting more frustrated, hell, even asahi is getting a little upset. it’s no one’s fault in particular, but he knows they’re blaming hinata and kageyama.

“jesus, dude,” tanaka pants, hands on his knees. he’s staring right at keishin, brows furrowed. “we’ve been doing this for, like, an hour. can we get a break or something?”

the man thinks for a moment. if they stop now, they’ll lose the momentum. “no,” he says, maybe a little too bluntly. “do it again.” he crosses his arms over his chest and waits. they reset to their respective positions and keishin brings the whistle to his mouth and blows. their movements are sluggish, tired, defeated. the ball gets to kageyama and he sets it, but hinata is so tired that he can’t jump as high as he normally can. he misses the ball by mere inches and groans reverberate through the gym.

“sorry, guys,” hinata mumbles, draggin a hand down his face.

keishin looks to his left, where takeda is standing with a pinched face, and he sighs. he turns back to the team and waves his hand dismissively. “okay, take a break. ten minutes, that’s it.” he doesn’t stay to hear the complaints. instead, he walks out of the gym, sticks a cigarette in his mouth, and lights it. nicotine floods his veins and his stress dissipates. he’s only there for a couple seconds when something catches his eye.

you.

you’re carrying baskets full of flowers, struggling to balance them all. ten minutes his ass. he stomps his cigarette out and walks over to your car, hands in his pockets. “need some help with that?”

you flinch and nearly drop one of the baskets. “oh! ukai! hey, it’s funny seeing you here. um, yes, i could use some help if you’re offering.” you laugh and, once again, ukai feels weak in the knees. he chalks it up to his injury. you hand him one of the baskets and sigh heavily, grateful that you’re no longer straining. “ah, thank you so much. what, uh, what are you doing here? you’re not stalking me, are you?”

he nearly chokes on his own spit. “what?” it takes him longer than it should to realize you’re joking. “oh, hah, no i, um, coach the boys volleyball team here.”

your eyes seemingly light up. “no way! that’s so awesome! i used to play volleyball when i was in high school. i wasn’t very good, though.” you hum, reminiscing. “did you play?” when he nods, you smile. “were you any good?”

he exhales, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “nope,” he says quickly. he doesn’t need to tell you his sob story just yet. “what are you doing here? and with all these flowers?”

“oh, i’m donating to the greenhouse club! i saw a facebook post saying they were looking for flowers and seeds–stuff like that.” you shift the box to your other hip. “i figured it would be good business, y’know? donate and then people know i have a flower shop?” you begin to walk, but stop and turn to him. “um, do you know where the greenhouse is?”

he scoffs out a laugh and nods, walking the opposite direction you were going. “and what happens when this doesn’t get you the business you want?” he doesn’t mean to say it, but he’s a pessimist, he can’t help it.

you hum, looking down at the ground where your feet walk in sync. “i don’t know,” you whisper. suddenly, keishin regrets even making a comment about it. “i suppose i’ll . . . apply at your convenience store and hope you give me a chance?”

he looks down at you and almost flinches at the wide smile on your face. you two stop just before the greenhouse, turned towards each other. “i’ll think about,” he says, smirking slightly.

you smile and laugh, pushing the door open with your hip. “thanks for helping me, ukai. i really appreciate it.”

he swallows hard and nods. “yeah, sure. it was no problem, really.”