3 Puppies

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Satoru’s the type of boyfriend who takes your compliments as guidelines.

“Mm, you smell so good.” Now he’s wearing that same cologne every single day, buying extra bottles to stock up so he never runs out.

“I love your hair like that.” Now he wears it like that all the time. Messes it up a little bit on purpose because that’s how you like it.

“That color really suits you.” It’s the only color he wears from here on out.

“You look so handsome in that shirt.” After that, you have to tell him he can’t wear the same shirt every day.

“I love when you laugh like that.” Any other kind of laugh slips out of him, he’s pissed at himself. That was the wrong one.

“I like your other sunglasses better.” He does now, too. The first pair’s getting thrown in the garbage.

You can doll him up all you want. Anything for your affection, your attention, your admiration. He loves feeling loved by you. It’s a high he’s constantly chasing.

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Fic/Lore idea pt.3

*before we get into it I just wanna show you how I picture Yume and Ayumu these aren’t set appearances and I made these with future scenes in mind*

The one on the left is Ayumu and the one on the right is Yume(that design is closer to Yamika- just picture her with colorful hair, without the extra eye and her tattoos are hidden)

Scene: Jujutsu High Dorm Room – Late Night

The dorm was quiet. Most of the school was already asleep.

Yamika sat at the edge of their shared bed, makeup half wiped off, her multicolored hair let down from its stylized chaos. The moonlight from the window pooled on the floor, casting soft glows against her skin. Her swirling eyes were calm now—subdued into gentle colors that shifted lazily, like oil on water.

She stared at her reflection in the dark glass of the window. And then, softly—

“Ayumu.”

Ayumu’s voice stirred gently from within. “Still here.”

Yamika sighed. “I think I’m broken.”

“Why?”

“I like him.”

“Yuji?”

Yamika groaned and fell back onto the bed, flinging an arm over her eyes. “Don’t say it out loud.”

“You’re talking out loud.”

Yamika gritted her teeth. “He’s… sweet. And real. And warm. And… not completely disgusting like my father. But he is my father’s vessel. It’s gross. I’m gross.”

Ayumu giggled gently. “You’re not gross. You’re just… human. Sort of.”

“I’m not supposed to feel anything,” Yamika muttered. “I’m the one who keeps the walls up. You’re the soft one. I’m the cold-blooded backup plan.”

“You’re not just that.”

Silence stretched between them for a moment. Then Yamika asked:

“…Did it scare you? When you realized you loved him?”

Ayumu’s voice softened with a quiet fondness. “So much it made me sick.”

Yamika opened her eyes, blinking up at the ceiling. “And you kept it hidden all this time?”

“It’s not safe. Not for him. Not for me. But Gojo… he’s good at pretending. And he lets me feel normal, even if just for a little while.”

Yamika frowned. “He’s an idiot.”

“He’s my idiot.” Ayumu’s tone was warm. “And I’d rather love him in secret than not love him at all.”

“…I don’t want to love Yuji,” Yamika admitted, barely above a whisper. “But he makes me laugh. He talks to me like I’m real. He doesn’t know I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster,” Ayumu said gently. “You’re you.”

Yamika didn’t respond.

She rolled to her side, hugging a pillow to her chest.

“I don’t want to hurt him,” she whispered.

“Then don’t.”

“I don’t think I can stay in control around him.”

“Then we figure it out together.”

There was no reply for a moment. Just the quiet sound of Yamika’s breathing.

“…You really love him, huh?” she asked softly.

“Yeah.”

Yamika smiled faintly.

“I guess… we’re both doomed.”

“At least we’re doomed together.”

They both laughed—light, sad, and full of something that felt dangerously close to hope.

And in that moonlit stillness, they drifted off—not as Ayumu or Yamika or even Yume—but just two souls sharing the same quiet heart.

I seriously need some friends badly. Please message me if your 12-18 pleaseeeee. I'm in like so many fandoms we should have something in common anddd im a shifter. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🥺🥺

I’m actually so excited I found what name I wanted for my mha oc!!! So when she is younger and before she met Aizawa she her name is Akira Higanbana. And then after she met him she is Akasuki Yazawa. 🤭🥳🥳

A brilliant explanation of consent for anyone who STILL doesn’t get it. 

boyfriend! satoru with a reader who struggles with an eating disorder and body image issues.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, steals your food all the time. it's intended to be silly. “ooo, haha, we're sharing food that was supposed to just be for you!” is essentially what he thinks; he unintentionally stays ignorant to how he's the only one eating, how he's the one who finishes the whole plate of food, not both of you.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, pokes your stomach a lot. it's mindless, like a habit. he doesn't notice how badly it affects your vision of yourself. he doesn't see how you stare at your naked body in the mirror and remember how he poked your stomach; “does he not like my body? is this his way of saying i look fat?” you think to yourself as tears bead up on your waterline.

boyfriend! satoru who finds out by pure accident. you were in the bedroom, on a phone call with a girl friend of yours, and somehow your eating disorder came up as a topic. you didn't think he'd hear, he was all the way in the living room, after all. but what you didn't know was that he'd started to miss your presence and went to your shared bedroom to relieve the ache, only to hear what you and your friend were talking about.

boyfriend! satoru who starts picking up on all the signs he neglected to notice before, such as you never wearing certain clothes he bought you if you deemed it ‘too revealing’, your stomach growling at the most random of times, when you would poke at your own stomach and frown, how you'd always hug a pillow to your stomach when you're sitting in bed or on the couch, eating slowly, never scolding him for stealing your food, skipping meals by ‘accident’, always ‘not hungry’, ect.

boyfriend! satoru who feels so ashamed for not noticing beforehand, because how could he not? the signs were there, he just wasn't looking hard enough.

boyfriend! satoru who has no clue how to bring it up after that. because, realistically, how would he? “hey, babe! the other day i heard you telling your friend about how you hate your body and have an eating disorder, wanna unpack that?” no, that sounds intrusive and insensitive.

boyfriend! satoru who, instead, tries to do little acts to try and get you to like your body without directly bringing it up.

boyfriend! satoru who litters little kisses all over your tummy right before bed. it turns into a nightly routine.

boyfriend! satoru who rubs your stomach whenever he's spooning you from behind while kissing your shoulder every now and then.

boyfriend! satoru who murmurs soft: “you're so pretty”'s, and “such a beautiful body”'s every time the two of you get sexually intimate.

boyfriend! satoru whose new favorite position is missionary, because it means he can watch your face heat up while he tells you how gorgeous your body is.

boyfriend! satoru who stops stealing your food.

boyfriend! satoru who starts cooking homemade meals for you. he makes a mental list of all your favorite foods alongside a list of foods your friends have said you liked and gets to work. he knows you're more likely to eat it if you know he made it, rather than if it's just an instant can of nothingness like normally.

boyfriend! satoru who watches your plate whenever the two of you eat together. it isn't an intense stare, just looking down at it every now and then, smiling a little whenever he sees you actually eating.

boyfriend! satoru who realizes it's working when all the tiny things you used to do stop happening. you eat at a regular pace now, you slap his hand when he steals your food, you tell him when you're hungry, you eat three meals a day, you wear all the clothes he buys you, you stop hiding your stomach, you're happier.

boyfriend! satoru who is ecstatic to have you feeling happy with yourself again. he thinks you're so pretty, you deserve to feel that way just as much as he does.

Someone gets it 🙏🏻

the things i would give to have a gf 🥲 please

*girl

😁

I could be gay today

horrendously queer

ohhhh I wanna kiss a boy

I don't know about everyone else but I find it absurd that it was never mentioned again throughout the entirety of the series that Nesta had tried to rescue Feyre. She had braved the forest with the mercenary and attempted to seek a way through the wall. Why was it so easily forgotten?

It's almost as if it was intentionally not mentioned anywhere. Ever again. To make her character be perceived in a certain way by the readers.