as iām sure youāve noticed, i havenāt been active on this blog for over 6 months now. or at least i havenāt been posting anything - this is because although i love bnha iāve fallen out of love with writing for it. i would like to firstly apologise for any requests iād accepted as i wonāt be writing them or any new content.
iāll keep this blog up if you ever want to come back and read my old works (that SUCK lol i have been writing a lot outside the blog) but this is where i say goodbye to this little blog!
thank you so much for 300+ followers in such a short time and all the love since i opened this blog sometime in Jan? (honestly iāve forgotten) but i will be closing this blog and moving on.
if youāre wondering where to find me...i donāt really know whether iāll open a blog for the other fandoms iām submerged in (i love yoo ((webtoon)) & genshin impact) because of how busy iām going to be in my final years of high school next year + my overall enjoyment for writing content that isnāt self indulgent ahah.
so, so long, and i wish you all a happy new year! thank you for joining me on this little roller coaster of a blog ā¤ļø
Hi! Can I request a story with Todoroki where the reader is dying and he finds her and instead of doing all the begging he just tells her "You did well, you can go to sleep now" and she dies and he's sad afterwards but meets her in his dreams. I would just like to see something different and I love your writings. Thank You and please stay safe!
thank you so so much for your request anon! iām sorry its so late T_T i kept forgetting to hit publish smh. š you can find it here
warnings: TW death, grief, descriptions of heavy injury
synopsis: there you areā¦the love of shotoās life, desperately clinging on to the few minutes you have left. If only shoto could preserve this moment forever.
a/n: im going to assume that the reader is a pro hero alongside shoto :) thank you so much for your request anon! You stay safe too <3
iāve been meaning to publish this for almost a week but i kept forgetting. anyways its 1:39AM and iām going to pass out.
Shoto Todoroki had seen tens upon hundreds of deaths in his entire 21 years, yet nothing prepared him for the moment his eyes cast would upon you. You, his favourite hero ā ranked #17 in the world ā doubling as the love of his life, grappling with life itself in a bloody mess on the concrete ground.
At first, he thought it was just another nightmare ā oh how we wished it was just nightmare ā but the hazy musk of fire and blood suffocated him, and the truth presented itself in a painful thought. He knew running to you would be selfish to other heroes who were battling the villain group at hand, though right now that was the last thing on his mind.
He sprinted toward you, almost slipping on rubble beneath his feet from buildings halved as if it they were iced cakes. You were coughing up blood as he approached you, eyes drained from their natural sparkle and smile so muted he wasnāt even sure if it was still you.
He fell in a heap beside you, cradling your head in his arms. āY/Nā¦ā Finally, his gaze slid down your fragile frame, locking on the two crimson-soaked blades that had struck your right through your chest. For a mere second, he held onto the ray of hope that maybe it hadnāt gone right through. But the second he shifted his knee under you, his costume ripped, and the hope burnt out. āOh Y/Nā¦ā
The black spots that danced along your vision where heavying by the second, the bland coppery taste of your own blood making you feel so nauseous you could vomit your insides over your boyfriend. Still, you persisted, a shaky hand reaching to cup his face. āShotoā¦S-Shotoā¦Iā¦ā
Shoto felt his lip quiver, the reality feeling like a continuous slap to the face. You were impaled ā through the chest. There simply wasnāt enough time. He grabbed onto your hand, his own hand trembling against yours, trying to preserve the dying warmth of you one last time. āShhā¦You did well,ā He manages out, his voice thinning with the tears pricking his eyes. He drew a rigged stripe along your palm with his thumb, staring into your almost lifeless eyes. āYou can go to sleep now.ā
And as if your body understood Shotoās soft command, you felt your eyelids fluttering, reality slowly slipping away with each breath. You held the faintest of smiles, even as blood pooled around the corners of your mouth and dripped messily down your chin. āShā¦otoā¦ā Was your dying breath, your body finally going limp.
It was a moment Shoto would never ever forget.
A month later
āAre you sure you donāt want to come, Todoroki?ā Izuku Midoriya asked him that Friday night, where there was a mini reunion for the former students of Class 3-A planned at his place. He tried to make it sound as light-hearted as possible, but Shoto saw right through the question.
Shoto clutched at nothing, knowing that since the horrific day, heād further distanced himself from any outing he didnāt need. His friends were worried, of course they were. But right about now, he wanted nothing more than to curl into his sheets and lay his head on his pillow. āYeah,ā He breathed, averting his gaze from Izukuās. āIām going to visit my mother in the morning before patrol.ā
His friend offered him a weak, unintentionally pitiful smile. āOh okay,ā Masking his disappointment was an additional challenge. āIāll see you around then, Todoroki.ā
Shoto gave him a slight nod as they parted ways, and he walked toward his car that was parked outside the police station. Normally it would be at the agency but today was an exception for the villain theyād been chasing up.
Sliding into the front seat, he slammed the door ā his own repressed anger seeping out. It had been a whole month but he still wouldnāt stop blaming himself.
āItās not your fault Todoroki.ā
āThereās nothing you couldāve done.ā
Maybe that was true, but maybe just maybe if heād kept a closer eye on you, this whole thing couldāve been prevented. Or instead of standing still like an idiot, heād run to you just that little bit faster.
There was nothing more he wanted than to turn to his right to see you in the passenger seat, arguing with him about his āboring song choicesā on the classical radio station.
Ever since your death heād started listening to POP FM.
And that proved somewhat of a mistake when your favourite song came on the radio that night and he drowned in his own flood of tears.
. . . .
By the time he unlocked his apartment door it was near 9 oāclock ā and heād left the police station at 7. He didnāt know why, but he ended up driving around the city aimlessly, searching for some sort of closure in the neon-coloured signs. Needless to say, it didnāt do much good.
His apartment was nothing special ā though everyone knew he had more than enough money to buy something far more glamorous ā he was content with the homeliness it held. All it held was a couch, a small TV ā which he barely used ā a mediocre kitchen and a double bed.
He made his way to the couch.
Heād tried sleeping in his bed, but after the number of times heād instinctively reached for you and inhaled your fading scent, he knew he just couldnāt do it.
Stripping himself of his hero costume, he climbed onto the couch and tugged the sheet up to his neck. He remembered he hadnāt had dinner, but he wasnāt hungry anyway. Laying his head on the plush of the pillow, and finally coaxed his eyes to sleep.
He was watching TV on the couch ā which was rather unusual ā silently slurping on his favourite kind of Soba. He hadnāt a clue what he was watching, but thought it was captivating. Looking out the window, he noted that the sky was inked black with a scatter of stars.
A knock at the door startled him.
āCome in,ā Heād said ā another thing that was out of the ordinary. His gaze resumed to the television.
The door opened and shut with a slight jingle of keys, yet for some strange reason he still wouldnāt check who it was. Maybe he subconsciously already knew.
A thump on the couch startled him, and his gaze finally slid to meet the strangerās.
Oh.
It was you.
You.
Y/N L/N.
Here?
āShoto!ā Your voice was oozing with exuberance, happiness that could barely be contained. You cupped his face and met your lips with his own. āSorry Iām late, I got held up by this hideous toad villain.ā Snuggling into him, you laid your head on his shoulder. āWhatāve you been up to?ā
āY/N,ā Heād replied, almost dropping his soba in his lap. It was unravelling now, but he refused to let reality sink in. He placed his bowl on the table, reaching to run his hand through your hair. āSweetheart,ā He felt his voice go hoarse. āIt was fine, nothing unusual.ā The urge he felt so deeply in his chest, egged him to speak the words he wished heād said that fateful day. āI love you.ā
You gazed up at him with your big e/c eyes, sparkling with your usual warmth. āI know.ā You chuckled softly, leaning into his chest. āI love you too.ā
And even though he knew it was a dream, he still basked in your presence, hoping you would grace him with more than this singular appearance tonight.
ā An explosive argument with you has Bakugou wondering just what this relationship means to him ā
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pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
warnings: cursing, fluff, angst
word count: 1,299
a/n: this is for @heroheadsā 500 follower event!!! please enjoy!!! to rachel, well, tbh I chose bakugou cuz that was the first character under your face characters on the discord because I was too much of a wimp to try out obero without crying on such a short notice. I hope you still like bakugou and that you enjoy my love!!! congrats, im very proud of you sweetie
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The more that Bakugou sat in the living room alone, the more it irritated him. His legs spread out against the cushion, feet glued to the floor, and his anger shooting through the roof.
There were days where he knew that he was an asshole, that was never up to debate. He was cruel, bigheaded, and very opinionated. There was no doubt that these days were, in fact, a daily thing. It wasnāt his fault entirely; he just always needed to have the last word in the effect of his childhood.Ā
Bakugou was a prodigy, a genius, and above all, a hard worker. He needed to have those last words.Ā
So when he met you, it was something similar to two universes converging into one. A battle to see which would destroy the other.
Hi one thing I absolutely hate is being physically picked up and it always gets me down in fics when itās like āBakugou picked you up and set you on the counterā. I usually sit there and be like āhell naw he canāt pick this up Iām too chunky for thatā and more body negativity (look I got issues)
But then this QUEEN @burnedbyshoto reminded us all that:
ā[Donāt] you dare think that youāre too fat or too muscular for these characters. Midoriya Izuku aged 16 can carry a industry steel bar above his head with no issue, I can assure you he can twirl your ass like you are a child as can so many other anime charactersā -Lyssa, Queen of hyping people up and knocking sense into us when our body negativity takes over
REMINDER THAT MIDORIYA COULD BENCHPRESS MY FAT ASS IF HE WANTED TO AND NOT TO BE OUTDONE, BAKUGOU WOULD DO IT TOO AND THEY WOULD DO IT EASILY THEN FOR FUNSIES KIRISHIMA WOULD DO IT
(And now I want a fic of them doing that but thatās besides the point)
i hope it's okay i'm in your inbox without an ask but i just have to say that i love your writing on here! everytime i read 'human', i cry. it's such a nice piece. i hope you're doing okay!!
oh anon of course its okay!! I love hearing from you guys š„°! Truth be told, I wasnāt having the best day today and reading this really shed a light for me, so thank you so much for sending this in š„ŗ ily take care of yourself <3!
A/N: Lil Ashi from two days ago was on her period when she started writing this, so blame her not me.
Warnings: nsfw!! smut, period sex, menstrual cycle, soft and sensual sex, crying during sex, probably the softest smut Iāve ever written. If youāre triggered by blood or periods in general I would skip this one.
Words: 2300+
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āHi, honey I-Iām so sorry Iām late! You see there was this Villain and then no one else was there to help so Iā¦ā Izuku stopped hopping around on one foot to take off his shoes when he realized you werenāt right there to greet him like you usually were. Not in the kitchen. Not on the couch. Maybe you were just relaxing in the other room? āY/N?ā
He hears a muffled, āIām in here!ā Come from the bedroom and he sighs, relieved.
He finished kicking off his red shoes and lifted his mouth guard up and over his head to set aside for the next day. He unzipped his hero costume halfway to let himself breathe a little, his black tank top hugging his sore muscles. He tied the sleeves around his waist and made his way into the bedroom to greet you, curious as to what you were up to. Only for his smile to falter when he saw you curled up in bed with a water bottle wrapped with a towel clutched to your stomach.
āWhatās wrong, angel? Are you not feeling well?ā He asked worriedly, rushing to your side to check your temperature. You only groaned grabbing his hand and pressing it to your lips to kiss the back of it, thigh you looked annoyed you sill attempted to be affectionate.
āItās justā¦ that time of the month for me, Izu.ā You admitted without shame, you never did have to feel embarrassed after all. Izuku was anything if not understanding and considerate when it came to your discomfort, even the messy ones. Izukuās big green eyes glimmer with understanding before a warm smile graces his tired features.
āIām sorry, baby I mustāve forgotten, we usually know when yours is, ah Iāve been working so much that Iā¦ā Izuku trailed off when you took his hand again, giving it a squeeze as you curled yourself into a more comfortable position. āI know I know, youāre gonna say itās not my fault but I still feel bad when youāre in pain.ā Izuku pouts and you only grin.
āI forgot too, took pain killers about an hour ago,ā you yawned, shifting positions once more as your cramps returned.
āD'you want me to warm that up for you before I jump in the shower?ā Izuku offered, already beginning to strip down his hero costume into the thin tight clothing he wore underneath. Just the black tank and leggings, and when you nodded, passing the bottle over he scurried to the kitchen to fill it with hot water.
It was about fifteen minutes later when you heard the bathroom door open once more, snapping your drooping lids open. The still-warm water bottle soothed the ache of your abdomen, but you were in dire need of cuddles right now. Or rather, in need of Izuku. The moment he stepped into the room clad in just his boxers and a random T-shirt you were making grabby hands. He smiled sheepishly, hanging up the towel heād been drying his hair with before obediently crawling into bed with you.
He latched on immediately, spooning you from behind and tugging you against his body. You kept the hot water bottle pressed snugly against your abdomen, but didnāt hesitate to fit your body into the shape of his, snuggling back against him with a content sigh. That is before a pained groan topples out afterward as another cramp twists your stomach I knots. Izuku frowns.
āAre you okay, baby?ā He asks, briefly wondering if he should have grabbed you some pain medication or some of your snacks. Those always seemed to help you through these troubling times. āShould I go get you some more painkillers? Are you hungry?ā
āHmm, no. Stay.ā You sighed, cringing at the discomfort and icky feeling of blood leaking into the pad. āJust uncomfortable, and I shouldnāt take meds again so soon.ā
āIs there anything I can do to help?ā
my mind = blown š³ if anything iāll be thanking lil ashi for providing such a delicious treat! I love how itās so sexy but at the same time so...real? Then again thatās what I love about your writing in general, itās so vivid and pragmatic (i mean this in a good way of course)!! š
Make It RightĀ ā„Ā Ā ā¾
in which izuku makes a terrible mistake and tries to reconcile with you.
ButterfliesĀ ā„Ā ā¼
in which you get extremely nervous whenever you see izuku and the very last thing that crosses his mind is that you reciprocate his feelings.
My DreamĀ ā¾ Ā Ā
in which izuku stops pursuing his hero career to make a life for the two of you. Yet, the boy was born to be one, and youāre starting to realize that he never should have had to make a choice between the two.
StargazingĀ ā¼
in which izuku and you stargaze, gazing up at the night sky whilst you bask in each otherās presence
HumanĀ ā¾
in which you finally open up to your boyfriend and admit to yourself that bottling things up will only cause more hurt.
SmartassĀ ā¼ ā„
izuku, cinnamon roll? Pfft, who said that!? With his jet-black shades, leather jacket and curly green undercut youād say heās the definition of a wattpad bad boy. Stupid how he always swivels up to your locker to annoy you though.
FlowersĀ Ā ā„Ā Ā ā¾
izuku pays you a visit after his first day as the official symbol of peace. Yet, it seems to be more bittersweet than most would anticipate.
D R A B B L E S
Happy AnniversaryĀ Ā ā¾
itās your anniversary, and izuku is waiting with a bunch of of your favourite flowers to surprise youā¦
Sucker For YouĀ ā¼
izukuās already late for work and youāre going to make him even laterā¦
H E A D C A N O N SĀ
platonic (brother/sister) relationship hcs!Ā ā¼
Shoto TodorokiĀ
O N E S H O T S / S C E N A R I O SĀ
PhilophobiaĀ Ā ā„Ā Ā ā¼
in which shoto is helplessly in love with you, trying to suppress his deep feelings before they finally spill out.
3:15AMĀ ā„ ā¼
shoto has to catch his flight yet you have other plansā¦
Katsuki Bakugo
O N E S H O T S / S C E N A R I O S
CarouselĀ Ā ā¾
you do this every time and ultimately, Bakugo has had enough. He canāt keep riding this carousel of love turned lust with you and its finally time you close this attraction.
Eijiro KirishimaĀ
D R A B B L E SĀ
Tell Me the TruthĀ ā¼ ā¾ ā„
all curled up and ready for bed, you have a few last minute messages to send - not realizing that within the sheets Kirishima holds a weight on his heart.
synopsis: izukuās already late for work and youāre going to make him even later...
a/n: Iāve been pretty busy T_T so right now Iām trying to catch up on requests + writing Pt II for Smartass so please bare with me šš„ŗ
Your arms slung around him tightly, still not being able to let go. āPlease āZuku? Do you have to go to work today?ā Your e/c eyes sparkled behind your long lashes as you mustered up your best puppy-dog eyes. āYou know,ā Your fingers linger up his clothed chest, that playful glint in your irises. āHow about we just stay in bed the whole day~? Just you, me and the sheets-ā
āY-Y/Nā¦!ā Izuku splutters, face darkening at your sinful remark. If it werenāt for that meeting he had with the head office today, heād be more than happy to take you up on that offer. Leaning down, he plant a shy kiss to your heart-shaped lips. āDonāt make it harder than it already is to leave youā¦ā He whines, tilting your chin up to leave a trail of kisses down your neck. āI promise when I come back, we can do whatever you want.ā
āY/N!ā He interrupts you again, face on fire all too soon. Flustered, his gaze down-casts and his bottom lip tucks between his teeth. āIād love to, you know that, but I canāt keep missing work in favour of-ā
āMe?ā You pout. Your slender fingers toy with the knot in his tie, gazing up at him with intent. āHow about you just go half day? Then we canā¦ā The Windsor knot heād proudly tied was pulled down, top buttons of his shirt loosening with your magic hands. āā¦spend some time together.ā
Izuku glimpses at the clock that hangs to the left of the room, alerting him that if he didnāt leave now, he wasnāt going to make 9 oāclock. His gaze landed back on you; pupils clouded in lust, as the remains of his Windsor knot now hang around his neck. ā...Princessā¦ā Heat creeps up along his already flushed face, easily realizing what she was silently asking.
You open his shirt, your fingers smoothing over his freshly washed, warm skin. āPretty please, āZuku? Just one,ā You slide down his shirt along his toned arms. āMore,ā You lean in so your lips ghost his. āTime?ā Your breath tickles his neck.
He knows for a fact thereās no way heād have the will-power to pick up his shirt and tie from the floor and be able to watch you illicitly gaze at him from the comfort of your bed. Your tongue sensually caresses your own lips as if a predator eyeing its prey. Why do I love this so much? The boss is gonna kill me. He thinks to himself.
Sighing in defeat, Izuku reaches to hook your legs around his waist. āYouāre gonna be the reason we both get fired,ā Your lingerie presses up against his bare chest ā thereās no turning back now.
You smirk in victory, lips ravishing his. āWhat can I say,ā You breaks away momentarily, drawing stripes along his shoulders. āYou look hot all dressed up.ā
i just wanted to drop by your tl to say that iām working on a request and Smartass pt 2 (i didnāt forget I just got very busy recently >:( ) but until I finish those (which probably wonāt be done for a few days) I have a little drabble that Iāll be posting in a second :) OH OH DOFSD AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!! Iām sorry Iāve been inactive T_T but ahhh this means so much to me!!!
Headcanons for being Midoriya's sister/sibling and also going to U.A.?
hii anon! Thank you for your request and Iām sorry Iāve only seen it now T_T. Iāve done something very similar in regards to your request itās a sister-like relationship with Midoriya (although youāre not technicallyĀ related) and you both go to U.A! You can find it here
Hi! I love your works! I dunno if this has been asked already, but do you plan on continuing āSmartassā? Could we get a second part to it?š
ahh thank youuu!! (sorry this reply is so late š„ŗ) A few people have asked and originally I was going to leave it but...hey, I wanna know what happens too! Expect a part two in the coming days ššš
synopsis: itās your anniversary, and izuku is waiting with a bunch of of your favourite flowers to surprise you.
a/n: iām so sorry iāve been so MIA lately, but now with COVID-19 & quarantine, I think youāll be hearing alot more from me. Iād also like to apologizeĀ for being so flaky and recyclingĀ old stuff instead of writing something new, i promise, Iām working on something! Enjoy this little drabble...or not š³
IZUKUāS P.O.V
āI deserve so much better.ā
I stood there, mouth ajar as I listen to my wife tremble to someone on the phone. Whatā¦? What does she mean by that?
āHeās never homeā¦always prioritizing his hero work over meā¦sometimes I wonder if heās still in love with me.ā
Honestly, her words hurtā¦like knives thrown directly at my heart. How could she think that I wasnāt in love with her anymore? I love her to the ends of the universeā¦do I not show her that enough? Although brutally honestly, she had a pointā¦we hadnāt seen each other that often, only half-an hour a day max.
āYeah, I know, I know. I support him of course!ā She hesitates, why do I have a feeling this is a bad kind of hesitation. āBut sometimesā¦just between you and meā¦I wonder if I shouldāve chosen Todo insteadā¦ā
My heart feels as if itās in my mouth, pumping away as I could practically throw it up. W-What? With quivering hands, I started backing away from the bedroom door. I donāt think she needs a surprise visit from me anywayā¦ Gripping the bouquet of flowers tightly, I start making my way back toward the front door.
āItās justā¦Izuku is so dedicated to his work and Iāve always admired him for that. But sometimes I feel inferior to that, yknow? Like if Izuku had to choose between saving the world and saving meā¦Iād be left to dust.ā
Thatās not true!
Though, merely thinking my reply was pretty worthless. I shouldāve said something, anything to clear up her uncertainty. As unfortunate as it was, my ego had taken such a big hit, I didnāt bother to open my mouth at all.
Wallowing in my own self-pity, I open the door, giving one last fateful look back toward the open bedroom door. She still hasnāt noticed Iām home has she? And selfishly enough, I slam the front door behind me.
The wintery air engulfs me, welcoming me with open arms and away from the misfortunes of my home. How could I not see it? How could I not see how much this was hurting her?
I let out devastated sigh, my warm breath icing into the cold air.
rocky road:Ā traditionally composed of chocolate ice cream, nuts, and whole or diced marshmallows
prompt:Ā āThis is so damn hard.ā āHard?ā āNo, shut up and get your mind out of the gutter.āĀ
requested by:Ā @redbeanteax and @decoydeku
Kirishima gives him a look as Bakugou aggressively takes notes from Midnight. He has been sneaking glances at you throughout class, but as soon as your gaze lands on him, he immediately averts his eyes, skittering away like a coward. Bakugou doesnāt consider himself to be a coward, and yet, heās so scared of what will happen after he decides to apologize to you.
He has always loved to fight physically, throwing his body into the heat of the moment and letting himself fall into that mental rhythm of sparring. Thereās something absolutely thrilling about doing it. Verbally fighting? Thatās not quite his thing. With you, confusion floods his mind as time goes by. Heās nowhere close to resolving the fight, but he has a feeling that his apology will mend things between the two of you.Ā
The thing about Bakugou apologizing isā¦ he doesnāt have much experience concerning apologies.Ā
āI would tell you to relax, but I donāt think you would,ā Kirishima says in amusement, cocking his head at him when break starts. āDonāt worry, theyāll accept your apology.ā
āWill they so easily?ā he says, quirking an eyebrow. He lets his fingers thread through his hair in his frustration.āThis is so damn hard,āĀ
Thereās a smirk on Kirishimaās face, and Bakugou realizes his mistake a few seconds too late, forgetting that heās with someone like Kirishima. āHard?ā
āNo, shut up and get your mind out of the gutter,ā Bakugou snaps without any heat in his words.Ā
Kirishimaās laissez-faire attitude settles into his nerves easily as he readies himself to apologize. Youāve always tolerated him, but he has to make the first steps to reconcile with you, he thinks to himself.Ā
And so he does, tapping on your shoulder. You turn, your eyes creased with confusion.Ā
āYeah?ā you say, a slight coldness creeping into your voice.
He doesnāt let that deter him. āHey, Iām sorry about last nightā¦ā
a/n:Ā when you say youāre only doing 100 words but then do three times the amount lmao
š when u get this u have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of ur fav followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) š
i had no idea i received so many of these oownerr-
-> i can draw.
-> im athletic.
-> i love talking to people when im not tired.
-> im single-
-> im good at solving and connecting the dots quickly.
- I know all the words to Hamilton (all the songs, fight me)
- and I guess I have a nice butt
And now onto the fun part: @icyhotheartwritings @kaidowo @stormydragongirl @imconfusedanditsok @fandoms-fandoms-everywhere99 @boku-no-dumbass @shinsvu @ajarfullofink & @miraistrash
and followers. i donāt remember many so iāll try my hardest
@liliesoftherain @bravebatgirl @shoutodoki @birds-have-teeth uHH I DONT HAVE MANY FRIENDS ON HERE BUT IF ANYONE WANTS TO IM DOwn i need someone to talk haikyuu and castlevania and bnha and fkwkkdwkkskw okay
AHHH ANGIE ILY ššš YOU REALLY OUT HERE SHOWERING ME WITH LOVE TODAYY
Iāve done this already, so letās see if I can come up with 5 more things:
-Obv Iām small and fun-sized, but I love it
-Iām organized when it comes to my work, just not when it comes to cleaning
-Iām pretty good at learning things, I dabble in a few hobbies like guitar-playing, video/photo editing, photography, language learning, but my passion is still writing! (But I absolutely hate coding, Iām sorry comp sci people, I canāt do it)
-Iāve recently started learning to cook, so Iām trying to get better at that so I can start cooking my own meals and share it with my family
-Iād say I generally see good in everyone. Even if someone does bad to me, I canāt have it in my heart to be mean, unless they really make me upset
Mmm Iāll see if I can tag a few people I havenāt tagged before:
Alright alright! Iāll do it šš I was trying to avoid this one but since so many of you want me to~ I love you guys, thank you for tagging me btw! ššš
1.) Iāve been told I have pretty eyes
2.) Iām proud of my drawing skills
3.) Iām a big tiddy goth gf
4.) I can bake! And I have a lot of fun doing it too!
5.) Iāve been told Iām a good listener, and that makes me feel good because I like helping people out.
Thatās all I could think of, but I think Iāll tagā¦ @zylith-drabbles-and-imagines, @fujimoribaby, @my-bnha-things, @izukuwus, @decoydeku, @honeylavender13, and @tumblingintothefeelstrain !!
1. Iām proud of my writing ability and how far Iāve comeĀ
2. I like my hair and how itās really pretty in itās natural state
3. I like how Iām self-disciplined and well organised when it comes to work
4. Iām pretty good at craft
5. I love showing my appreciation to others and I like that about myself! (like right now Iām writing a surprise fic for my best friend to say thank you for helping me through a rough patchš„°) her smile makes me so happyĀ
I donāt have many friends on here (yet hah) and I donāt know too many of youĀ but here goes @todorki-shoto ,Ā @candychronicles &Ā @mashmellowfluff !
Summary: Boredom truly does hit differently when itās late at night and you canāt sleep. So, in an effort to make your night interesting, you head over to your best friend and long-term crushes dorm, seeking to play games. But boy oh boy are you in for a surprise.
WARNINGS!: Voyeurism, Masturbation, Very Spicy stuff. 18+!
Category: Smut
Word Count: 2.8k+
A/N: Itās very late at night, Iām very tired, this fic is weird, thank you.
