I Have Classes Tmrw And I'm On My Bed Reading Gojo Fics Like Usual And Then.....fuck You SO HARD Gege.....you

STILES STILINSKI looking attractive as hell in red

*drool*

i colored him (finally)

thantophobia(b.wayne)

(n.) fear of losing someone you love

🎶: Loneliness by Adrian Von Ziegler

warning: fem!reader, fluffy, sad, almost made me weep hearing with the music.

"You didn't wanna lose me so you pushed me away to keep me safe."

"To protect you from the dangers that come with knowing me."

"Did your plan work?"

Bruce stepped closer towards her, taking hold of her hands, running his thumb across the back, "Yeah, it did…until it didn't."

"What?"

"I couldn't protect you from my heart. You gave me all the love one could only dream of. You showed me that there is some kindness, some good still left in this grim world. I pushed you away to protect that. But the further you were the more my heart wanted you. I wanted you. I craved you. I still do."

He placed her hands on his face, holding them there with his own, losing himself in their warmness. Nothing had changed, it was just as soft as it had always been. Bruce couldn't help but close his eyes and relax. He hadn't slept the night before, and her hands were so delicate he almost fell asleep. With her palms going damp, Bruce could sense Natasha was nervous. He was too, realising his words only after they were spoken but, to be honest, he didn't care. He had been suppressing his feelings for thirteen years, believing it was for her sake. But with the Riddler kidnapping her, and the Batman coming to an end he cannot go without letting her know.

Natasha felt her face and ears go intensely warm. Her heart fluttered at his every word. She was stunned, to say the least. She kept opening her mouth but her words escaped her due to the huge lump in her throat. She felt like screaming and crying. She wanted to tell him everything, about how she felt, how angry she was at him, and tell him how incredibly she was in love with him. The frustration of it all made her vision go blurry, she wasn't aware until drops of salty water trickled down her face. It was all just too much.

Hearing tiny sniffles, Bruce opened to an upset Natasha, tears dripping down one after the other. So he did the one thing his mother always did for him whenever he was upset. He dropped her hands gently, stood chest to chest, and held her face between his. He was holding her so delicately, so cautiously, like a cloud that he didn't wanna let go and that only made her weep even more. He gazed at her, running his thumb under her eyes before pulling her in.

He felt her relax after freezing for a second, tucking her head in between the broad planes of his chest and throwing her arms around him, adjusting herself to be more comfortable in his warm, tight embrace. Still sobbing, Natasha gripped his shirt, clutching onto it like it is the only thing that is keeping her from breaking into shards. He felt his shirt dampen but he didn't dare stop her. It was too much for him too, confessing his devotion to the only girl he ever loved knowing that this might be his last chance.

Bruce loves Natasha; he would die for her, he would kill for her. His love for her is limitless, eternal. His heart will always belong to her even when he is gone. With Natasha in his arms, nothing else mattered.

Not the Riddler,

Not the Penguin,

Not Gotham,

Not his family's legacy,

Not Batman.

comment, like, reblog💙

p.s took the liberty to give the reader a name cuz tbh im not on board the 'y/n' idea, so please excuse me😊

yes baby, pls become real 😩

LOVE, GIVE ME YOUR HAND

cont. gojo x reader, fluff. pda pda pda. mentions of love and sweetheart. established relationship!au, they’re on a train. he asked for her hand (literally or in marriage?). intentional lowercase.

a/n. i was screaming the entire time i wrote this. ahhhhhh

amidst the bustling crowd on the crowded train to kyoto, you and gojo found yourselves standing side by side, the hum of conversations and the rhythmic sway of the train creating a soothing atmosphere.

his fingers lightly brushed against your waist, pulling you even closer to him amidst the press of the crowd. gojo, listening to music with one of his earbuds, turned to you, his sapphire blue eyes glowing with a beautiful intensity. he flashed a mischievous grin, his hand slipping down to find yours.

“love," he whispered, his voice a low, inviting murmur, "can you give me your hand?"

confused, you extended your right hand to him, the back of your hand facing upwards. as he held your hand, his thumb brushed gently over your knuckles, his touch sending tingles up your arm.

a frown was evident on your face as you tried to depict his next moves, but you gave no extra thought to his question, thinking it was just one of his other shenanigans.

but gojo's other hand gently cupped your chin, tilting it upwards.

your eyes widen in surprise as his face inched closer, and before you can fully comprehend what's happening, his lips met yours in a tender, unexpected kiss. his lips were warm and tender, pressing against yours with a delicate urgency.

the world around you seems to fade away, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in the sweetness of the stolen kiss. when he finally pulls away, you're left breathless and bewildered.

“um? didn't you ask for my hand?" you stammered, your face flushed with a pleasant surprise.

“oh, i will, sweetheart,” he whispered by your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand, his fingers tracing light patterns on your skin, his eyes glistening with love as he looked into your very own.

“soon, my love.”

gojo become real pls

Shower

im dead

deadpool gojo & wolverine nanami

believe me babes I know how you feel, truly😚😚😚

I'm so upset that I can't date Steven Grant

ohhhhh my babe

sorry for the noise that’s just me barking

Sooo Fxckin Cute 😍

3:04am — gojo satoru.

“Satoru…?”

“Go back to bed, baby.” He’s standing at the balcony, elbows propped against the rail. His muscled back is facing you, gray sweatpants hung low on his hips.

You push the sheets off your body, ignoring him. You glance over at the clock on the bedside table, 3:04am. Shivering a little, you get off the bed, bare feet on tiled floors.

“It’s late—” Satoru starts, and if possible, you can feel his six eyes on you. Maybe it’s just the cold. He’s beautiful, you think. Just standing there and gazing out at the fluorescent city lights, hair tousled and back hunched, half naked.

You walk towards him, dressed in his t-shirt, placing a hand on the edge of the open balcony door. “I’m already awake.” You reason, and he raises to stand at his full height, palms grasping the railing, a few veins in his forearm visible in the moonlight.

He doesn’t sleep— hasn’t slept since Shibuya, never a full night, not even with you. Like everything else in his life, he’s good at masking it, but you’ve known Satoru Gojo long enough to know when he’s just about to fall apart at the seams.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, still refusing to look at you, perhaps afraid of what you’ll see. A waft of cold air from the cityscape rushes in, a leaf blowing high above the railing.

“Didn’t mean to wake you.”

The leaf bounces off in mid air, just before it touches him, getting stuck between one of the gaps in the metal railing.

Infinity.

“Oh, Satoru…” you mumble beneath your breath, he’s guarded, refusing to let anyone into that veil once he feels any remote sense of weakness.

You ease off the sliding door and take a few more steps further and outstretch an arm in contemplation. “Yes or no?” You ask, and before the words finish leaving your lips, your fingertips meet no barrier, palm already pressed to the middle of his spine.

“You don’t have to ask.” He whispers, leaning over the railing, elbows out. Your arms encircle his waist, chest meeting his back – he’s cold – and you flatten your palms against his abdomen, falling silent. “You never have to—”

“Except when it’s no.” You murmur, and you feel his muscles twitch under your fingers. Another gust of wind blows, the leaf escapes the metal and floats towards where your arms hold Satoru close. “If you have to—” Satoru starts, “—keep asking. I’ll answer it anytime you need.”

The leaf bounces off just inches away from you, and your eyes lock on it. Your mouth falls agape.

“But it's always going to be yes.” He says, and you hold him a little tighter, as he places a hand atop of yours.

notes ; obsessed w the idea of being inside satoru's infinity. god i can't breatheee i need him + also this is based on a snippet from a book called all for the game by nora sakavic (i was wayy too young to be reading that when i did 😭)

HIS F**KIN EYES.

HIS F**KIN HANDS.

HIS F**KIN NECK & COLLAR BONES & SHOULDERS.

F**K. ME. SUIT-TURNED-SORCERER.

do you have any other anime men you like besides Levi?

Yes.

This man right here can step on me. 😩