she/her. 9teen.

[spicana]

19 yrs old. this blog is pro-palestine. if you support israel in any sort of way gtfo. this isn't any joke. block me and don't try to interact in any sort of way or you'll be reported.

my name is gianna but you can call me gia, gigi or whatever you want to! south european. she/her ❤

1. masterlist

2. rules

3. about me

[fxhoxie]

JOBE BELLINGHAM MASTERLIST

01 — her muse ! [ x singer!fem.reader ] mini soc-med series

You are a famously known pop singer, very known for your pop girl music until you slowly start releasing love songs that your fans were able to notice. Now everyone are curious on to who these songs are for, determined to figure who it is.

more to be added soon …

[spicana]

me, an adult, the moment my bias appeared on the screen

[andypantsx3]

i have such ai fatigue rn its unreal. i go to my corporate job; the docs are written & summarized by ai. i scroll through tiktok on the commute; i hit ai fruit love island and 17 ai kalshi ads. i come home and pick out a kindle romance that looks cute!! finally a small point of human connection in my day!! it's ai slop.

[pukicho]

My child will not be allowed to use chat gpt. He will be smarter and stronger than the other children and he will kill them easily.

[nkogneatho]

i don't care if you are a father and have a family. it does not excuse supporting a convicted felon, being misogynistic, xenophobic and racist. he fucked around and found out.

[sttoru]

came back to say if u feel bad for charlie kirk pls block me <3

[nanathott]

let me just add rq so we’re all clear!! i do NAWWWTTTT care that man is dead!!! he literally advocated for his reason for dying!! he said empathy is fucking dumb!!! he didnt care when children were getting murdered in schools!!!!

what i DOOO care about is all the literally actual children who die nearly every day from gun violence in elementary school, in high schools, i care about THEIR families and how THEY were failed!!

[nanaslutt]

ik i just run a tumblr smut page BUT!!!

FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

i’ve said this before but if u support that fuckass orange in office, idc if ur a silent follower or ur like is ur only form of interacting with me, just know, i don’t want it!!! and u are a terrible person!!! 😛

[spicana]

theyre finally back omg

[spicana]

i swore like 2 months ago i wouldnt be clowning anymore, but yall...

[spicana]

well

[spicana]

i swore like 2 months ago i wouldnt be clowning anymore, but yall...

[nkogneatho]

being multi lingual is a curse because i be forgetting my native language and randomly start speaking something else mid sentence

[nkogneatho]

love how people call me creative but the truth is i've been raw dogging adhd my whole life

[dumdogs]

── .✦ FULL: IWAIZUMI HAJIME ── .✦

CHAPTER FIVE: changes

Iwaizumi constantly feels like the rug is about to be pulled out from underneath him. 

She’s sitting cross-legged under the sun that pours in from her window, and she looks beautiful. Iwaizumi can’t stop looking at her, and thinking about whether or not she’s going to leave him. It taints the way a light summer breeze flows in through her window, how the cicadas chirp, and the way her skin looks under the sunlight, but he can’t help himself. She’s been gone before, he figures, she could be gone again. 

Half-full boxes are littered about her room, filled with old childhood books and mismatched socks and bottles of cheap perfume. Iwaizumi wraps one of them closed with packing tape. 

Her and Akaashi had talked, a lengthy conversation that Iwaizumi was not a part of, and decided it would be better if she moved out, lived with Yukie for a bit, got away from him. They don’t know if they’re going to stay friends. Iwaizumi can’t decide how he feels about this, if her eagerness to step away from him is a good sign, or if her inability to be near Akaashi is something that should make him worried. 

He decides not to think about it too much. 

“Thanks for helping me move,” she says to him, breaking the soft silence that settled between them. She stacks a few hardcover books into a box, and Iwaizumi knows he’ll end up carrying it. “I really appreciate it.” 

“”S no problem,” Iwaizumi replies, his eyes watching her hands. “Oikawa’s been wanting to go furniture shopping, so it’s a good excuse to say no. And, y’know, I just wanna help you.” 

She smiles, eyes briefly flashing up to him. “Yeah, I know you do.” 

He was needy, for a while. It was probably too much for her to put up with, but she put up with it. The texts he sent late at night, asking if she was sure about him. The cloying way he would grab at her, holding her close to his side like someone was coming to take her away from him. Constantly asking her to repeat herself, to tell him she loves him, and really, truly means it. 

But she put up with it. She watched the way insecurity would wash over him, tensing him, making him recoil, and she would take his hand, rubbing circles into his palm until he eased. She returned every text, fell into every embrace, told him repeatedly and eagerly that yes, she does love him, and yes, she means it. 

And even still, he doubts her.

She stands, and she interlocks her fingers above her head and leans back to stretch. Iwaizumi watches as the bottom of her shirt lifts to reveal her midriff. “I’m gonna go bring some of these out to the car. I need to stretch my legs.” 

“Save the heavy boxes for me,” Iwaizumi remarks, and she bends down to pick up one, filled with posters and picture frames. 

She smiles. “You know I will,” she tells him, and takes carefully placed steps out of her bedroom, heading for his car that’s parked on the street. 

And then Iwaizumi’s there, alone, sitting on the floor of her bedroom. He looks around. It’s bare now, free of photos of her and her friends, free of posters of bands she likes and shows she’s been too, free of her. It was like this the first time Iwaizumi was there, too. 

She had just moved in, when Iwaizumi first met her, and hadn’t left her mark on the walls yet. When he had kissed her then, for the first time, he thought he had never tasted anything like her. Maybe it was then, that first night, when Iwaizumi knew she was it for him. 

Iwaizumi stands. The wooden floorboards creak when he moves. Iwaizumi loves her, he’s always loved her, and he starts to wonder, surrounded by her packed up belongings, when it will be enough for him. 

It wasn’t enough to spend almost every weekend taking up space in her bed, leaving trails of kisses down her neck. It wasn’t enough to be the one that she called when she needed someone. It wasn’t enough to have her stay with him. And it’s not enough now, even with her constant proclamations of love, to ease the ache in his chest, to quell his desire for more.

He looks down at the boxes beneath him. Things are changing for her, now. And now that his thoughts are in a downwards spiral, he asks himself if they’re going to change with him, too. If it won’t be enough for her, if things will have to change, if she’ll disappear again. There’s this knot of dread that settles in the bottom of his stomach, and he thinks about it again. Her leaving him, what it would look like, how it would break him.

“Haji.” 

He turns. He sees her standing in the doorway for just a second before she approaches him, taking long strides until her arms are around his waist and her head is resting on his shoulder. His arms go around her automatically, hand splaying across the center of her back. 

She’s warm in his arms, and it makes his heartbeat slow down, feel at ease. “I love you,” she says into his chest, unprompted, just because she wanted to. 

His thumb draws circles on top of her back, and Iwaizumi figures that it’s enough. Whatever they have, it’s enough for now. 

an: special thank you to @nekozaki this is 100% dedicated to u ellie because when i say you inspired me and motivated me to actually finish this fic i mean it and i already rambled to you about it i just feel the need to say thank you again and ily <3

also i’m lowkey pretty sad to be finishing full but like i said it’s time for yn and iwa to rest and i had so much fun writing this series :,) thank you all for reading

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[ladyymiisa]

PINCH ‘EM!

summary: katsuki just loves your cheeks!

tags: katsuki bakugo x fem!reader, fluff, katsuki and reader are still in high-school, katsuki is a tease

author’s note: starting the new year off strong with katsuki fluff!! i luv him sm

if there’s one thing about you that drives katsuki absolutely insane on a daily basis, it’s your cheeks.

those soft, round, ridiculously cute, rosy cheeks that make his brain glitch like an old vending machine. they give him such violent cuteness aggression that he’s genuinely considered throwing himself off a rooftop just to reset. it’s humiliating, really, how much power your dumb face has over him.

but watching you eat? that’s a whole other level of torture. the way your cheeks puff out with every bite, like you’re stockpiling food for winter, makes his eye twitch in equal parts annoyance and affection. he calls you chipmunk, because honestly, you might as well be one. it’s absurd, it’s irrational, and it’s ruining his life. but here he is, still watching, still obsessed, like the fool he is.

“kats—ow!” you whine mid food gulp, flinching as his fingers suddenly latch onto your cheeks like a crab on a mission. with zero warning, he starts squishing and pulling them, treating your face like it’s his own personal stress toy. “what the hell are you doing?”

you manage to gripe, trying to pry his hands off your poor, defenseless cheeks. your words are muffled as he stretches them in every direction, but he doesn’t bother answering. he’s far too focused on whatever weird satisfaction he’s getting from turning your face into putty in his hands.

“try that again,” he growls, giving your cheeks another firm pinch, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “and i’ll squeeze ‘em even harder.”

you glare at him, your face still trapped in his grip. it’s hard to take him seriously when his smug smirk is stretched across his face like he just won the lottery. however, it’s clear that your discomfort is his entertainment, and it makes you want to bite back, but you can’t seem to muster the energy to do so.

meanwhile, katsuki is having the time of his life. it’s not his fault your skin is so damn malleable, like some kind of stress ball he can just squish and pull at his leisure. with every pinch, your face contorts in the most ridiculous ways, and it only makes his shit-eating smirk grow wider, as if he’s proud of the mess he’s making.

“y’look so stupid,” he mutters under his breath, loud enough for you to hear, though it sounds more like he’s speaking to himself. “stupid chipmunk,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost fond.

before you can even process what’s happening, his face is in front of yours, and with no warning, he plants a big, exaggerated smooch right on your lips. it’s awkward, considering how he’s still squishing your cheeks together, making your lips pucker out like a weird fish, but somehow, you can’t help but find it endearing.

then he does it again, this time a bit harder. and again. and again. each kiss lands wherever he can reach—your lips, your nose, your forehead, even your eyelids—like he’s trying to cover every inch of your face. you feel warmth spread across your chest from the tenderness of his gestures, even if they’re a little ridiculous. despite the absurdity of the situation, there’s something unexpectedly sweet about the way he’s so gentle with you, even when he’s teasing you relentlessly.

you’re about to tease him right back for being such a softie, ready to throw out a playful jab when, of course, he just has to ruin the moment.

“ew, katsuki!” you yelp, your voice high-pitched with surprise as he suddenly sinks his teeth into your right cheek. it’s not hard enough to hurt, more like a playful nip, but it’s wet and the way his tongue shamelessly flickers against the bite mark sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. you try to push him off, but he’s latched onto you like some feral animal.

“seriously?!” you gasp, squirming in his grip, but he remains completely unbothered. “this is disgusting! my cheek’s all wet now!” you cry, twisting and turning in his arms, trying to wipe the saliva off with your shoulder.

“serves you right for biting my shoulder earlier. y’thought i’d forget? hah.” he says with a wicked smirk, leaning back just enough to admire the mess he’s made of your face—flustered, pouty, and still glistening with the aftermath of his attack.

you groan, smacking his chest in frustration, but the bastard doesn’t even flinch. in fact, he looks proud of himself.

“you’re the absolute worst, katsuki bakugo.” you glare at him, half-exasperated, half-amused.

“yeah, i’m fuckin’ terrible,” he grins, clearly enjoying the annoyance in your voice. to emphasize his words—and to annoy you even further probably—he pinches the same cheek he just bit like an overbearing grandma checking to see if you had enough to eat.

yup, katsuki loves your cheeks, especially when they’re all flushed because of him.

[eggyrocks]

DRUNK WALK HOME

chapter nine: corrections

masterlist

“i always wanted to die clean and pretty / but i’d be too busy on working days,” -last words of a shooting star by mitski

She hiccups. Her jacket is zipped up to her chin and she sits on the curb outside of the bar, legs kicked out into the street. Kuroo’s by her side, his thigh pressed to hers and his head resting on her shoulder. She thinks he might be snoring. They’re waiting on a cab. 

She’s only a bit nauseous, and even though her head is spinning her vision isn’t too impaired. She pulls out her phone. She has a really good idea. 

Kuroo stirs only a little when she lifts her phone to her hear. It’s already ringing. A crowd of people have spilled out of the bar and are lingering on the sidewalk, and their chatter distracts her. She hums under her breath.

He answers. “Why are you calling me?” 

She flinches at the sound of his voice. “Akaashi?” she questions, surprised that it’s him. “Fuck, I meant to call Bokuto.” 

“Well, you called me, so,” he says, and his voice is just a bit fuzzy over the phone. It doesn’t sound as contemptuous as it usually does. There’s not as much bite. “Are you drunk?” he asks. 

“Doesn’t matter,” she brushes off. “Y’know what, ‘Kasshi” she says, the drunken slur in her voice cutting off his name, “I actually have a question for you.” 

There’s a pause on the other line. “What?” he asks, voice low. 

She inhales, and exhales again. “Whatever I did to you that I don’t remember, was it really that bad?” 

For a while, Akaashi says nothing. And she sits with bated breath on the other line, nervously waiting for his answer. When it comes, she’s disappointed. “I’ll see you on Friday,” Akaashi says, and then the line goes dead. 

She sighs, and drops her phone to her lap. “Who was that?” Kuroo mumbles, not lifting his head or opening his eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” she tells him, staring off into the street, waiting for the cab to bring them home.

extras->

"lately i've been thinking i've been overreacting" = "i can't rationalize what i did and i think it might've been an overreaction"

yn and kuroo took a cab back to her apartment and she made him a bed on the couch while kuroo ate all of matsukawa's chips

yn rolled out of bed with and hardly even brushed her hair and then left to make it to her class

things are changing !!!

akaashi is sort of grasping at straws to try and cling onto his hatred for yn and not let it be overshadowed by guilt and he's sort of hoping that telling bokuto about it will reignite it

his hatred of her is comforting to him and it eases a lot of his uncomfortable feelings about what she did to him

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