Yeah Yeah Yeah Mortifying Ordeal Of Being Known And All That But Sometimes A Friend Mentions Something

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

scurvy has got to have one of the biggest disease/treatment coolness gaps of all time. like yeah too much time at sea will afflict you with a curse where your body starts unraveling and old wounds come back to haunt you like vengeful ghosts. unless☝️you eat a lemon

oh i would suck his dick till he fucking CRIED pls help me i’m so unwell rn

Bakugou’s always gone to bed really early, you hear. So it doesn’t surprise you in the early days of your relationship when most nights you find yourself climbing into bed after he’s already been asleep for a while.

But those first couple times, no matter how quiet and careful you try to be, you always wake him.

He transitions from sleep to wakefulness in a heartbeat, startling you. Pinning you down, pressing you into the bed with his body, before his eyes even have the chance to register what’s in front of him. Hero reflexes, you guess.

Gradually, he gets used to it. Used to you being part of how he begins his days and ends his nights. And you make an effort to go to bed earlier, conscious of the fatigue that sometimes settles into his shoulders, his face.

These days when you crawl into bed, he stays asleep—for the most part. Some part of his brain stirs, his body reacts, because he always pulls you in close, mutters your name. He only settles once you say his name back, the lines of his body relaxing against yours.

my favorite drawings from 2021! 

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"I reported her because she was posting NSFW without mature labels which is against TOS!!!" you'd narc on someone for having their tits out at a gay bar because it's illegal you simply are not trustworthy

Some more portraits hehe~ HxH is legit always on my mind.

having a heated make out session with bakugou when he’s wearing his glasses and having to straighten them on his face after is just too good i fear. bonus points if you have to wipe your lipstick off his mouth with your thumb as he looks at you with half-lidded, lovesick eyes and a stupid lazy grin.

imagine bakugo dating you. youre his first girlfriend and he just...doesn't know how to act😭🥺

Sighs, I have brain rot now😫😫😫

As you both walked down the street, you could feel Katsuki's hand seeking yours, his fingers brushing against your palm. You glanced up at him, noticing the slight pink tint on his cheeks. He was trying so hard to act normal, but the possessive grip on your hand said otherwise.

"Hey, you okay?" you asked, a teasing smile on your lips.

"Yeah, just... don't let go," he mumbled, looking away, clearly embarrassed.

A group of guys walked by, you remember them from school. One of them gave you a friendly smile and a nod to which you responded with a smile. You weren't going to be rude!

Katsuki's grip tightened, his eyes narrowing as he pulled you closer. "What's his problem?" he grumbled under his breath.

"Relax, Kats," you whispered, trying not to laugh. "You know Kaminari, he's just being nice."

"Fuckin' dunceface... can be nice somewhere else," he muttered, fingers growing hot as you realised that he was going to release explosions any moment now.

You placed a small kiss on his cheek and that seemed to do the trick because he looked at you and grinned, almost cockily.

Later, when you tried to pull away to grab something from your bag, Katsuki shot you a look. "What're ya doing?" His voice came out as a soft whisper.

"I need to get my phone," you explained, still struggling.

"You can do that with one hand," he insisted, not letting go of your other hand. "Just... don't let go, kay?"

You couldn't help but smile at his protective nature. "I won't Kats," you said, squeezing his hand gently. "I won't let go."