Bakugou does your skincare for you on days when you’re just not feeling it. he’s only started doing his own thing because of some shitty products you had gotten, that did worse for your skin than better. But of course, his skin is something miraculous, can be soothed by the demon products that broke you out.

but he stands beside you in the bathroom now, during your nightly routine. does everything in the same order as you, tells you quietly about his day during this small, intimate moment. he notices when you’re tired, when you skip more than two steps, do something quick and easy.

“Sit down,” he tells you, demanding but yet so gentle. you’re tired, bone deep, and he sees that. can feel it in the way your shoulders slump, and that tiny little smile whenever he says something funny. but he takes care of you in those moments, doesn’t ask what’s wrong if you’re not offering the information up. knows that sometimes it’s not always a specific issue, knows that sometimes you just get like that and need the extra attention and comfort.

so he helps you with your skincare routine. rubs whatever oils and balms you need into your cheeks and forehead, spritzes your face as soft as he can. he applies your lip oil and wipes a rag down your nose to clean your face up. his hands are gentle in their ministrations, rough palms suddenly soft as they swipe over your cheeks. and when he finishes up with you, does he press the softest kiss to your hairline and cheek and lips. goes about his own routine quickly before he’s helping you to your feet, leading you back to the room.

on these nights, they’re silent but say so much about—about everything. and you hold him closer than you ever do; in thanks, in gratefulness, in gratitude, in love.

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Would you die for me?

Yes.

That’s too easy, will you live for me?

Yes.

I am like a little gremlin when I'm sick, I will bite you if you get too close

I think I have a fever and this feverish feeling is giving me a panic attack. Help.

i have always licked my own wounds, but sometimes i wish i had someone to take care of them

*cough cough*

filling everyone’s cup while mine stays empty.

I can feel it getting bad again.

Trying to be gentle with myself but I am also so goddamn exhausted.

I'm so whiney lately and I don't even care

i think one of the most heartbreaking things, at least in my life rn, is realizing that your mom truly doesn’t love you as much as your sister

cuz the amount of care and attention and effort she puts into making sure she is happy and loved, when she never thought to do anything like that for me…

I think I really need someone to touch me. Not in a sexual way or anything, just in the way where I really badly need a hug or just for someone to touch me in a way that feels intentional and like.. loving, in any sense of the word. Not like they have to or like we’re trying to accomplish something. And not like it’s an accident or an afterthought. I want someone to hug me or hold my neck or hold my hand or put their hand on my leg or put their arm around my waist or just something that’s not accidental or in passing

it's an absolute crime tbh to give gale's romance tracks the titles "wash my pain away" and "wash my dreams away" and then have there not be an actual romance scene involving taking that lavender-scented bath together that was teased in early access:

Gale: Time is a precious gift. With time, we may even reach Baldur's Gate, a city rife with magic, wizards, scholars, and perhaps: solutions.  Protag: In that case I share your optimism. Here's to the journey ahead.  Gale: And here's to your company.  Gale: Oh, I can picture it now: academies, libraries, laboratories – the assembled knowledge of centuries that may just set us free. Better yet: soft beds, home-cooked meals, and all the other little luxuries this wilderness so brashly denies us. Gale: Gods, I'd pay a king's ransom for a hot, lavender-scented bath – minstrels serenading as I close my eyes and let the water's warmth dissolve all woes. Plenty to look forward to.

Foolish going in with two totems as a part-totem who never, never uses totems. His screams for Leo as the ceiling caves in, trying desperately to throw her a totem through the barrier. Digging, trying to glitch, trying to problem solve in a situation so chaotic and so impossible, there’s just nothing he can do. Not leaving until his totem pops - until he can’t see Leo anymore. Repeating to himself that she was right there, just right there, he couldn’t even get her a totem, he couldn’t do anything.

Foolish staying behind to make sure Tina and Mouse get out, to make sure he sticks with Cellbit, telling himself he can feel it later, as long as they survive, he can feel it later - and running out of time. If he hadn’t stayed behind digging for Leo, he would have made it. If he hadn’t given all but one of his enderpearls to the others, he would have made it. If he wasn’t looking over his shoulder for Cellbit, he would have made it.

Fear& is such a sitcom ass group of friends. the hot socialist guy, the wacky actor/director guy, the selfish top gay guy or whatever the hell austinshow has going on idek how to describe it, and league of legends playing pastry chef girl and they are all mentally ill.

Thomas family dinners, everything from lazy meals on TV trays when everyone is too tired to cook to extended family meals for holidays, memories stocked to the brim with laughter filled kitchens and food made with love, dinners of hope and recovery and mourning and joy

duke who feels awkward and alone even surrounded by other bats because where is the warmth and love? duke who still now feels like an outsider because he is reminded that this is not his family, that his family may never come back

Thomas family dinners in the recovery process, the tentative poking around each other's new found traumas turning into a new familiarity, a new kind of living, a living that has his fellow ex robins and his parents and some of his fellow bats all milling around cups of kool aid in hand as his dad regals a gaggle of teens with his stories

a warm place where laughter echoes on the walls

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