Life Gets Better. Dont Get Into Jujutsu Kaisen

no therapy we die like men

can you PLEASE do a husband!katsuki reacting to the reader and his son being disrespectful or and rude to the reader, maybe even pushing her lightly?

Have some respect

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You weren’t expecting it.

Just a quick push—little hands on your side, frustration bursting out of him before he even thought it through.

You stumbled back half a step, more shocked than anything.

“Hey!” you snapped. “That is not okay. We don’t push people.”

Your son glared up at you, seven years old and already way too good at attitude.

“You always ruin everything!” he shouted. “I don’t care! I hate you!”

Your mouth opened, stunned—but before you could get a word out—

“The hell did you just say?”

The hallway went quiet. Katsuki’s voice cut through like a knife.

Your son turned slowly, already regretting it. Katsuki stood in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw locked, eyes narrowed.

He walked in, calm but tight, every step deliberate. “Try saying that again.”

The boy’s lips trembled. “I didn’t mean it…”

“You shoved her,” Katsuki said. “And then said that? You think that’s okay?”

“No…”

“Then why’d you do it?”

“I was just mad!”

“You’re gonna get mad,” Katsuki said, crouching down to his level. “That’s normal. But if you think throwing your hands or saying crap like that gets you what you want—you’ve got it all backwards.”

He pointed toward you without breaking eye contact. “You don’t ever talk to your mom like that. You don’t touch her. You don’t yell at her. I don’t care if you’re angry or tired or whatever—you don’t cross that line.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt her…”

“You still did,” Katsuki said, standing up again. “Now go to your room. We’ll talk more when you’ve calmed down.”

The kid looked between the two of you, tears threatening, then turned and ran off down the hall. The door clicked shut.

You exhaled slowly, rubbing your temples. “That was... intense.”

Katsuki sighed, ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Well. He’s not gonna grow up thinking that crap’s normal.”

You nodded. “He’s never acted like that before.”

“He’s testing limits.” Katsuki looked at you, jaw still tense. “Just gotta make sure he knows where the line is.”

He moved closer, eyes on yours now. “You okay?”

You gave him a tired smile. “Fine. Just didn’t expect him to go full tiny Bakugou on me.”

That earned the smallest smirk from him. “Yeah, that’s on me.”

He rested a hand on your back, grounding you. “You don’t ever let him treat you like that. No matter how little he is. He needs to know who the hell he’s talking to.”

You leaned into his side. “Thanks for backing me up.”

“Always,” he muttered. “No one messes with my girl. Not even my own damn kid.”

the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this

omg the bodyguard trope is one of my favorites i’m gnawing at the bars of my enclosure PLS MORE

iwaizumi’s leaning up against the passenger side door of his car when you approach, the phone clutched in his hand long forgotten as his eyes carefully begin to rake over your form. 

realistically, you know he’s just doing his job—making sure you’re leaving your date in one piece. but warmth flares in your gut all the same under the weight of his assessing gaze.

(you’d be lying if you said you didn’t pick out this specific red dress for tonight for him, after all.)

he doesn’t bother asking how your date went, because he’s been nearby the entire evening.

“can we stop at that bakery before we head back?” you point a little ways down the street.

for once, iwaizumi doesn’t sigh at your request, but his face remains pinched in annoyance all the same as he pushes off of the black sedan and approaches you.

“shithead could have at least offered you his jacket earlier,” he grumbles, shrugging off his own and draping it over your shoulders before gently placing a hand at the center of your back and nudging you forward.

“it’s not that cold out,” you protest, though the way you shiver at a sudden gust of wind says otherwise.

iwaizumi does sigh at that, arm automatically wrapping around you when you wobble slightly in your heels on the uneven pavement. he keeps you close as you continue to walk.

tucking your face into the warmth of his jacket, you hide the curve of your lips as you inhale the scent of his cologne. 

She is the poem - June Bates

IN HONOUR OF MY FAVOURITE BOY

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.

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⋆˚࿔ 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! Anon from the last ask. Sieun dating head canons. Like what would be his live language? How open he is to PDA?

dating hcs w/ yeon sieun

kdrama! yeon sieun x gender neutral! reader

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note: i just had the most sick experience on omegle 😭 but schools finally done woo!!!

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content: hcs

- STUDY DATES, OBVIOUSLY. - whenever you come to his house you def bring coffees - bc best believe that he's gonna stay up till, what, 2am? - all studying for his new classes in his new school :( - but don't be sad because you're there to support him - throughout everything <3 - but back to the study dates, lots and lots of back hugs from you to him - when he's hunched over you place your arms around him and squish your cheek into his - "you should take a break," kiss on his cheek, "it's been like an hour since i came and you haven't," another kiss on his cheek, "even gotten up from your seatttt!!" you drag out the last syllable in an attempt to seal the deal.. - bros got a heart of STEEL - "later.." he says, not even looking up at you. - brah... - BUT SOMETIMES HE DOES COMPLY TO YOUR WISHES!! :] - whenever he's not studying he's usually at your house with you - and you bet you make sure he does not bring that damn textbook with him - not in your house!!!!!!!!!!!! - but usually it's him watching your latest obsession with you - and it's not like you force him to or anything……… - LMFAO NO BUT he usually agrees - he wants to not only bc he cares about what you like but also he doesnt have much to contribute in that department SJSJS - but also whenever you're watching movies he likes to sit really close to you and lay his head on your shoulder - sobbing and dying literally the most heartwarming thing EVER - and when your heart is feeling especially warm you'll turn and kiss the side of his head <3 - sometimes he'll turn towards you and just stare - with those big adorable eyes of his&^%$* - just looking at you with expectancy... - till you get the hint and lean in with your hand on his cheek, giving him what he wanted - a little kiss <3 - he’s not very comfortable with pda but on the occasion he’ll be fine with linking pinkies !! - or sometimes when he’s feeling bold, he’ll.. get this.. completely hold your hand!!!! - interlaced fingers and all :,) - his favourite thing that you do is playing with his hair - obviously he’s very stressed a good majority of the time - whether it’s about the dropping grades or his friends.. - yk, dying 😭 - you’re always there to comfort him in a way that makes him forget about his worries, - and that’s playing with his hair :> - your fingers in his hair, - or at the nape of his neck <3 - his eyes literally flutter closed HAHA - and even when you guys are making out, your fingers in his hair - UGH its like pure bliss for him - the literal definition of butterflies in your stomach!!!!! - also movie dates !! - but like in the comfort of his room, with his laptop - you show him every single one of your favourites!!! - he falls asleep sometimes bc of how sleep deprived he is :( - but that just means lots of cuddles!!!! - (and kisses) - you’re really distracting him from his studies 😭

<3

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“you’re not listening.” your unamused expression is prominent.

percy shrugs and rubs his hands over the skin of your waist, stopping at the very bottom of your bra and toying with the fabric.

“no, I am not.”

you slap his head. “listen! or I’m putting my shirt back on.”

his hands freeze and fall back down to your waist, remaining there and allowing you to finish what you were saying— which he had not heard an absolute word of.

but it wasn’t his fault your tits were looking at him.

or it was. he was the one who had taken your shirt off before.

but that’s beside the point.

“so, as I was saying… I decided that if I got the eighty dollar bunny then that’s the equivalent of a book trilogy. but if I bought the thirty dollar peanut I would—”

“you bought a peanut? mine isn’t good enough for you anymore.”

you sigh and close your eyes to remain composed. when you reopen them you take percy’s head into your hands and place a kiss to his forehead.

you pull away to see his smile. you remove your hands and place them back on his shoulders. “so, the peanut was thirty dollars which means I could only buy one book. but I really— I wanted the peanut more than the bunny. so I bought the bunny, the peanut, and four books.”

“interesting. how much did you spend in all?”

“one hundred thirty five dollars.”

“I’m gonna be broke within a month!”

you tug his hair. “then stop forcing me to spend your money instead of my own!”

percy’s hold on your waist tightens and he pulls you closer into him. “but I like when you spend my money!”

“then I don’t want to hear you complain.” he makes a zipper motion over his mouth. you nod once in agreement. “thank you.” you kiss his forehead again.

when you pull back his hands find the edge of your bra again, tugging it lightly. “can I take this off now, sweet girl?”

“you have a problem, do you know that?”

“only when it comes to you, sweet girl.”

you sigh and throw your arms up in defeat. “go ahead, perseus.”

too eager, that boy.