i love women. i love sleepovers. i love getting ready and taking pictures for no reason. i love sitting on your laptop with a friend shopping endlessly online. i love going to starbucks. i love wearing fuzzy slippers and matching pajamas. i love having a intricate nighttime routine. i love silk scrunchies. i love heart shaped anything. i love everything sanrio. i love having multiple little compact mirrors just because they’re cute. i love pretty baked goods. i love being a girl!
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someone please free me from the shackles of being constantly paranoid about my health >_<
it's been really bad lately like my fear of hospitals in specific is beating my ass rn !!!
the sexy girlbots are returning. nature is healing
“Can we do that again? Kiss- I mean?”
Bakugou Katsuki for @bakucuddles
> I hope you like where I went with this <3 Always love writing for our explosion boy :)
Warnings of Cursing on Bakugou's part, Gender-Neutral reader and slightly suggestive in the sense they are making out on his bed :)
An array of colors behind your closed eyes, and the feeling of warm hungry lips against yours. Your thoughts are foggy and the only apparent thing is his steady large hand on the back of your head, the other sliding up your sides as you feel the cushion beneath you give way under the weight of your body being pressed against it. The song of the movie credits blurred in the distance as all you can hear are his mutters and hushed breathing against your lips. Fingers tangled in his rough ash blonde hair, and your own breath stuttering as you find yourself melting against his touch, lips interlocked tightly together.
You pull away to breathe, arms still wrapped around his neck as you look up into his crimson eyes panting slightly, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks in a flush of embarrassment at his determined gaze, his slightly parted lips still half forming a kiss and his figure over you. He was breathing heavier, too, and you can’t help but feel confident now that you know you have the same effect on him, he has on you. You don’t remember how you had gotten into this situation, only recalling him inviting you to stay longer in his dorm to watch this new movie with him. It wasn’t unlike him to invite you to stick around a bit more, so you had just accepted and joined him on his bed for the next few hours.
The Movie itself was nothing special, but the colors of the TV screen reflected so dreamily in his eyes, bouncing across his features, curves, and edges alike to paint him even more eye-catching than before. You remember how he had caught you staring at him, with that stupid grin of his and a cocky attitude. Recalling crimson hues hushing from your lips back to your eyes, or the small inching closer to each other just minutes earlier, your mind becomes less foggy as your heartbeat calms down, not beating out of its lane anymore. However it was you got here, you know you didn’t want to leave just yet, to keep this side of him to yourself for a bit longer. The careful treading of his hands and his warm breath against your skin, the mix of emotions of affection and want in his eyes, or how ruffled his hair looked with your fingers locked between the strands. So rare and so precious, you didn’t care how much of the movie you’d be missing.
“Can we?” Your voice was still quiet, still breathy after all that making out, lips slightly bruised from his exploration, curious and hungry kisses. “Do that again?” He finishes, his own voice hushed and low, but still so drunk in this affectionate moment. Eagerly you nod, and only seconds after you can feel his lips pressed against yours again. This kissing would be followed by a long talk, about feelings and butterflies, about how serious this would be for the both of you. But if anything, you already looked forward to it. His cheeks flushed and his voice hushed, for your ears only, vulnerable and warm, as he tries to explain what he feels. You know this is difficult for him, you can feel how unsure some of his movements are, how hard it can be for him to be so raw with someone else, so you’ll reassure him as much as you can, tell him how much you feel for him just the same. Once the movie is silent, and your kisses are slower. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this-” “I really really like you, dumbass. Can’t you tell? Don’t make me fuckin’ say it.” And “If you tell anyone that I said that you’re fucking dead- I’ll kiss you to death, hear me?”
tom holland x fem!reader smau
preface: you are a model and in a long-term relationship with tom. tom being the mega-simp he is, never fails to show just how much he thirsts for loves you on the internet
a/n: this is my first time ever doing an smau so i apologise if this is cringe lol. all feedback is welcome! i’ve used different models for different posts to be more inclusive <3
if you've got any requests for smaus/collections of these sorts, please send them in!
cringe culture is dead to me, i wanna start writing MHA fanfics/headcanons again (the hyperfixation has driven me to this point)
ideas i have are (a lot of these are inspired by my DRs too) - erasermic x adopted child reader - venom quirk reader - autistic reader - shigaraki/dabi (individual) x reader - Class A members reacting to bioluminescence quirk user - slice of life scenarios - platonic character x reader - 'fangirl' reader - multiple passions reader - bakugou x aroace reader BUT they end up falling for him and have trouble navigating it (this is a harsh self projection) (edit: or they're both arioace bsfs mistaken for a couple)
y'all can use this as inspo but pls don't directly steal some of these 😭
Hawks : Hey, are you a painting?
Dabi : no?
Hawks : cause i could really nail you on the wall ;)
Dabi : wha-
Shigiraki : the motherfucker said he wants to hang you.
A funny/fluffy little story for today. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki ♡
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eddie Munson x female reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | While you’ve been cancelling dates to secretly learn D&D and surprise Eddie, the worried little voice in Eddie’s mind starts coming up with its very own reasons for why you might be avoiding him. It’s a good thing that not all misunderstandings end in disaster. Based on this request: reader is trying to learn d&d stuff to suprise eddie but she has to cancel a bunch to do it and eddie is scared that she found someone better with a happy ending
𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | fluff, humor, angst if you squint but with a happy ending
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2.7k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | fluff, humor, angst if you squint but with a happy ending. Not beta read.
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.
𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝!♡
“Psst! Henderson!”
“HOLY SHIT!”, Dustin’s startled yelp rang through the quietness of the Hawkins library, followed by the dull thudding noise as the books he’d been holding were falling to the floor when he jumped a step backwards, and your own pained gasp as one of the books landed on your little toe with astounding precision.
“What is wrong with you?!”, Dustin half-gaped, half-hissed as both of you stared at each other like two deer in the headlights, and you leaned against the nearest shelf as you waited for the pain in your foot to subside.
“At least I’m not throwing books at people.”
“Then you should stop sneaking up on people.”
“I wasn’t sneaking,” you quipped, meeting the librarian’s annoyed gaze with an apologetic little smile of your own above Dustin’s shoulder, “I was lurking.”
“I thought you were the Demogorgon.”
“Gee, thanks,” you deadpanned. “Anyway, I need your help.”
“I was wondering whether you’d ask, to be honest. I don’t think I’d be the best tutor but for senior class math, but my skills should suffice.”
“I – what?”
“Math. You were talking about math tutoring, weren’t you? I mean, you’ll graduate in a few weeks and Eddie said you were failing miserably.”
“Did he, now. Wow. That’s rich coming from the guy who copies my homework.”
“That’s what I said, too,” Dustin grinned.
“But no. Not math. I need you to teach me D&D.”
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content warning: none. boom-boy deserves something soft.
you know those types of bf that bullies you?
yep. i headcanon bakugou as someone like that
he loves seeing the way your nose would scrunch and eyes shining, working on how to outsmart and retaliate
but he also knows your boundaries
he knows when enough is enough and which hurts you
he a soft boi behind closed doors
he's proud of you
number 0 fan
acing a quiz? his treat. passing an exam? homemade food for you. flipping off some jerks? you get a one week bento from him
likes cute café dates, movie dates, lunch dates but, a sucker for museum dates
let's hush-hush because he also loves home dates
there's something about knowing you, knowing how you treat other people that makes his heart clench, seeing how you prepare for your dates together
he doesn't like holding hands but, he LOVES LOVES LOVES it when you hold onto his arm or biceps
his heart clenches when he feels you squeezing or gripping it tight
loves being showered with kisses and hugs
kiss him on the nose, boop his nose, bite his nose
boom-boy melts like a putty on your hands
i headcanon him as someone who listens to k-indie and k-rnb songs, when the world is sleeping and it's only him that's awake
you caught him listening and humming to hoppipolla's your ocean when you woke up after an intense review session with the bakusquad
kicks you out of the kitchen but when you whine that you want to watch him cook, he slowly gives in
he can't resist the determined look in your eyes
"it tastes good. i made sure to get the exact brand of the ingredients."
he introduced you to his parents and Papa Bakugou was almost in tears when you slowly smiled at them, thanking them for bringing Katsuki in this world
he may be a menace but, you accept him
Mama Bakugou takes you out on dates too! buys you clothes and designer items just because she can and would get pouty when you turn her gifts down
when you both get into an argument and it gets heated, he won't try to fix it the same day because of y'alls temper
he would wait out until you're both in the right headspace to talk about it
"i'm sorry if i said those words to you. i never meant to hurt your feelings. i promise i won't do it again. but, you also hurt me when you told me that you don't trust me at all due to my quirk. we both know it's not a good thing when we argue in public. our relationship should be the both of us. it's not a group project where we need to involve other people."
you both apologized to each other and made amends
you also apologized to your classmates who was present when it happened
the type of bf who would let you do what you want to do while watching you fail at it
he's still bakugo katsuki, a menace
but he's your menace
that comment about how you should not borrow grief from the future has saved me multiple times from spiraling into an inescapable state of anxiety. like every time i find myself thinking about how something in the future could go wrong i remember that comment and i think to myself: well i never know, it might get better. it might not even happen the way i think it will and if it does happen and it is sad and bad ill be sad about it then, when it happens. and it’s somehow soo freeing