No Doubt In My Mind That Castiel Is The Cat That Hit The Chair. Gabriel Is The Cat That Went Under The

“i flip the pillow over to get the cold side” ok well some of us are chronically sad and we have to flip the pillow over to get the side that’s not wet

Bakugo has settled his attitude since high school. He's quieter now. He doesn't yell at people, or at least he tries not to. That's why when he's fighting a villain, everyone can hear him above his explosions and even from miles away. It's like the effort he puts on lowering his voice when he is off his suit accumulates and blows in the best moment.

It's nothing compared to present mic, but he's louder than his side kicks or the other heroes that come to help.

After every battle, he comes home with scratches and bruises but also with his throat sore. His voice is raspier than usual, and there's a subtle pain that he feels inside his neck every time he talks.

You've been studying how the voice works. The vocal chords and how they can generate lumps or scars because of the strain.

"And the villain was in front of me when -" his hoarse voice is a murmur in the silence of your bedroom. You see him wincing when you glance at him after applying lotion in your arms.

You put your hand up mimicking for him to stop and fetch something from your bedside table. A note pad and a pen.

"Write it down, don't talk." You put the note pad in his lap and urge him to take the pen. You catch the roll of his eyes and the subtle movement of his mouth opening ready to fight back. "Don't"

You raise your brow at him, threatening him in silence.

Huffing, he starts to write everything, and he even draws doodles of explosions and a tiny angry person with big gaunlets on his arms in a defensive position.

He gets more enthusiastic about writing it, so he doesn't even realise when you change your position in bed from beside him to kneeling behind him.

He shakes his head a little when he feels you resting your chin on his shoulder, taking advantage of your position and pressing a kiss on his neck.

im in love with this awhh

Slumber Party 🌙🎮

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My teacher: “What’s better the book or the movie?”

Me: “THE FANFICTION”

Just bros being bros 😙

men are REALLY hot when theyre in pain

i need actual good sapphic content.

books. shows. movies. songs. there's a world wdie shortage of sapphic cotent. as someone going through an identity crises, i'd love to just sit down and read a riveting sapphic book that isn't sexualized or almost forbidden.

The Unspoken Language

word count: 900+

warnings: angst if u squint

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Bokuto Kotarou and Akaashi Keiji have been teammates and best friends for years. They have always been in sync, both on and off the court. But little did they know that their unspoken language would lead them to a whole new level of understanding and intimacy.

It all started when they were on a training camp in a remote location. Their team had just finished a grueling practice session, and everyone was exhausted. Bokuto was lying on the grass, staring at the sky, and Akaashi was sitting next to him, observing him quietly.

"Hey, Akaashi," Bokuto said suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi replied, turning his head to look at him.

"Do you ever feel like there's something missing in your life?" Bokuto asked, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Akaashi was taken aback by the sudden change in Bokuto's tone. He had never heard him sound so vulnerable before. He sat up and looked at Bokuto with concern.

"What do you mean, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi asked gently.

Bokuto sat up as well and looked at Akaashi with a pensive expression.

"I don't know... sometimes I just feel like I'm not good enough. Like I'm not living up to my full potential," Bokuto said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Akaashi could feel his heart ache at the sight of Bokuto's vulnerability. He had always admired Bokuto's boundless energy and enthusiasm, but he had never realized that he could also feel lost and insecure.

"Bokuto-san, you are one of the most talented and passionate players I know. You inspire me every day," Akaashi said, placing a hand on Bokuto's shoulder.

Bokuto looked at Akaashi and smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Akaashi. You always know the right thing to say," Bokuto said, his voice still tinged with sadness.

Akaashi knew that words alone couldn't soothe Bokuto's doubts and insecurities. He decided to do something that he had never done before - he leaned in and pressed his lips against Bokuto's.

Bokuto was taken aback by the sudden gesture, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he closed his eyes and let Akaashi's lips explore his own. It was a gentle and tentative kiss, but it was enough to convey everything that they had been feeling but couldn't put into words.

When they finally pulled away, they looked at each other with a mix of surprise and wonder.

"I... I didn't know you felt that way, Akaashi," Bokuto said, his eyes wide open.

Akaashi smiled softly.

"I didn't know either, Bokuto-san. But I know that I care about you deeply, and I want to be there for you," Akaashi said, his hand still resting on Bokuto's shoulder.

Bokuto looked at Akaashi with a newfound appreciation and affection. He realized that he had been blind to Akaashi's feelings all these years, too caught up in his own struggles and aspirations. But now, with this unspoken language between them, he felt a deeper connection and understanding with Akaashi than he had ever felt before.

From that day on, Bokuto and Akaashi's relationship took on a new dimension. They continued to be best friends and teammates, but now there was a subtle undercurrent of intimacy and affection between them. They didn't talk about what had happened between them, but they didn't need to - their unspoken language said it all.

During matches, Bokuto would catch Akaashi's eye and give him a small smile, and Akaashi would nod back, his eyes sparkling with pride and admiration. They would celebrate their victories together, their bodies pressed close, feeling the heat and energy of each other's presence.

Outside of volleyball, they would spend more time together, going on walks, watching movies, and just talking about anything and everything. Bokuto would sometimes touch Akaashi's hand or arm, and Akaashi would lean in a little closer, relishing the warmth and comfort of Bokuto's touch.

But their newfound intimacy also brought its own set of challenges. They had to keep their feelings a secret from their teammates and friends, afraid of how they would be perceived and judged. They had to navigate the complicated dynamics of their relationship, unsure of where the boundaries lay and what they could and couldn't do.

Despite these challenges, Bokuto and Akaashi persevered, their unspoken language guiding them through the ups and downs of their journey. They knew that they had something special and rare, and they were willing to fight for it, no matter what.

One day, after a particularly intense match, Bokuto and Akaashi found themselves alone in the locker room. Bokuto was taking off his sweaty jersey, and Akaashi was packing up his bag. They were both tired and sore, but they couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria and exhilaration after their victory.

Bokuto turned to Akaashi and grinned.

"We did it, Akaashi! We won!"

Akaashi smiled back, his eyes shining with pride.

"Yes, Bokuto-san. We make a great team."

Bokuto walked over to Akaashi and put his hand on his cheek, stroking it gently.

"A great team, and a great couple," Bokuto said, his voice soft and tender.

Akaashi's eyes widened in surprise and delight.

"Bokuto-san..." Akaashi whispered.

Bokuto leaned in and kissed Akaashi, this time with more passion and urgency than before. Akaashi responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to tangle in Bokuto's hair.

As they kissed, they knew that their unspoken language had finally found its voice, and that they were destined to be together, on and off the court, forever.

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Hi!! i had chat gpt write this and i couldn’t not share it so here y’all go lmao!

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the best fic ive ever read in my life. this absolutely ruined me and ill never be the same ever again

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there's something so incredibly cute and endearing the moment choso starts picking up on your lingo, habits, anything you basically do or say that makes up your personality, and turns it into his own the moment he gets comfortable in your relationship.

like that's his phrase now. you're the copycat here! and those pinterest memes you send him over text? yeah, you stole them from the chat that he sent, by the way.

there's no way he'll admit it either if you poke fun at him for being a mini-you because it's so unintentional that even he genuinely can't remember where he heard it before until he met you.

he's a bit clueless in this sense but having a boyfriend that actually engages in your humour and turns it into his own thing was why you ended up falling in love with him.

i also just feel like there are a lot of things he does without knowing because he loves you too.

like his love language is very much words of affirmation, and whenever you praise or tell him something that he wants to hear, he'll repeat it over and over again in his head because you were the one who told it to him.

like yes, he is your good boy, and then he'll basically start telling himself that he's a good boy in his head over the smallest accomplishments or something.

i love how much of a simple guy he is to please too, and often times than not, he's more infatuated with listening to your hobbies than you actually liking or doing them yourself.

but don't be surprised if the next day after this he demands you to do this 'extracurricular' with him. and if you say no, he'll definitely feel left out and will probably pout like a dog when their owner didn't give them chin scratches that day.

he's so so sooo golden retriever coded though...definitely the type of boyfriend to giggle and swing his feet whenever you're excited, it just means he is too.