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jacob elordi stronger than me bc if barry fucking keoghan looks at ME like this, im gone.
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Day 2 of Cringetober - Self-insert. Both B.K and Faux started off as self-inserts that I made for fun, and then... spiraled. Faux lasted for all of 2 days before he started breaking away, but I think that's very neat of him.
B.K and Faux can be homoerotic (as a treat)
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i had a motherfucking moment
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" Yaşam belkide bir çocuğun gülüşünde saklıdır. "
#Kelebek_papatya11#postum#kitap#post#alıntı#spotify#postlar1m#edebiyat#music#gece#kitap alintilari#yazar#B.k#wattpad#kelebek#yaşam#hayatın içinden
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BBL Season III: B.K, Daddyboi, Effort, and Ricky becomes BBL season three first evictees.
BBL Season III: B.K, Daddyboi, Effort, and Ricky becomes BBL season three first evictees.
An air filled with emotions, tears running down their cheeks and sorrows in their hearts all sending one hard question to their minds, “Who will be next?”; the flatmates of BBL season three were all stunned as the names of four of their fellow flatmates flew out of the mouth of Master Queen, the host of this year’s edition of the show.
The eviction as usual started with a digging into the…
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“I’m going to love her in all the quiet ways, the slow ways, the loud and obnoxious ways. My heart has been moving steadily in that direction since she fell down the steps of a hardware store, right into my arms.”
B.K. Borison, Lovelight Farms
#B.K. Borison#lovelight farms#bookblr#bookish#book quotes#books#quotes#bookstagram#booktok#book tumblr#reading#book club#book lover#bibliophile#bookworm#book worm#readers of tumblr#booklr#book community
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nothings gonna hurt you baby.
sometimes when bokuto is really upset he comforts himself in tight spaces. you find a solution for that.
bokuto koutaro x f!reader. angst&comfort. fluffy. implied chubby reader
it was a rough day for bokuto.
it had started out just fine, if not just a tiny bit anxiety inducing, riding in his car together to his parents’ house. the two of you tried to make it down a few times a year to tide them over, but you personally weren’t interested in having it become a reoccurrence. not that you had any issues with his family especially, but the way bokuto always left with the smallest look of exhaustion was enough to make you want to throw your car keys down the drain and delete his parents’ house from your shared GPS system.
but, still, he made a promise to them so the two of you went. it’s always fine until it isn’t, dinner perfectly prepared with artistically placed cutlery. you pretend not to notice the way bokuto’s mother’s eyes give you a silently dissatisfied look, smoothing your dress a little over your curves before returning a small tight lipped smile. these are the smaller things you can look away from, if it meant bokuto would be pleased.
his father, however, was a different story. “still holding that odd job?” he’d asked you, cutting into the fine steak they were enjoying for dinner. you wipe your mouth, trying to remain polite as you smile, tight lipped. you wouldn’t consider the job you’d held for over three years an “odd job” but you weren’t exactly in the business of starting issues. not here. not with bokuto’s hand holding yours, his thumb caressing you in small motions.
“well at least one of you is bringing in money,” he sips from his wine glass. the smallest twitch of bokuto’s hand is nearly unnoticeable, but not to you. not to you.
“well, actually, bokuto has been doing extremely well in his practice matches lately. he was getting scouted just the other week, i’m certain he’s going to make it pro,” you hold a strong tone, tightening your grip and smiling proudly over at your boyfriend.
our of character, bokuto doesn’t speak. he’s seemingly too focused on inspecting the glass of wine in his hand.
“i, personally, don’t think it’s such a crime that she’s pulling some weight. it’s the least she can do…” bokuto’s mother trails off on the last part of the sentence. you can’t help the look of embarrassed shock that flashes your eyes before you can stop it, almost forgetting to bite your tongue.
“that’s enough, mom.” bokuto finally speaks, setting his glass down. time passes by, silence almost choking.
“well,” she responds, clearing her throat and rising to her feet. “i should bring out the dessert.” she dismisses herself to the kitchen.
his father’s eyes stare scrutinizingly, before he drops the biggest bomb of the evening. “you better not disappoint me again, son.”
the evening is pretty silent from then on.
it’s quiet through dessert, through goodbyes, even through the car ride home. the wind is all you can hear through the cracked windows as bokuto grips onto your hand like a lifeline.
finally arriving home, you go into your shared room to slip your dress off, avoiding the mirror as you replay his mother’s words in your head. once dressed, makeup removed, and hair undone you realized you hadn’t heard from your boyfriend in quite awhile.
“kou?” you call out, walking out of the room. the bathroom is empty, he’s not standing in the kitchen, and his shoes are still by the door so you know he’s not gone anywhere. “hm.” you mumble, walking into your nook.
you see him just as you’re sure he sees you. he’s under your small bookshelf, arms crossed over his legs with his head resting down.
“hi, kou,” you whisper, kneeling down beside him.
“hi.” he mumbles, cheek squished against his knee.
“cmon,” you whisper, rubbing a soft hand on his leg. “let’s get you into something comfy,”
he doesn’t respond for awhile before whispering, “can you just stay with me for a moment?”
your heart cracks in two, nodding before sitting in a more comfortable position, leaning against the bookshelf. your caressing movements on his leg doesn’t stop.
time passes, sad silence filling the air while you wait for him. eventually, he slowly nods just a little.
“okay,” you mouth, standing up and helping him stand up. his legs crack a little as he finally stretches them out.
he’s led by you to the room, rustling through the drawers until you find his favorite sleep shirt and the softest pajama pants he owns. you pass them to him before turning and putting some soft, low music on. once dressed he gingerly gets in the bed, opting for his regular spot on the edge but you shake your head a little, guiding him farther into it until he’s against the wall. it left a perfect place for you in front of his chest, holding him close between yourself and the hard surface behind him. it grounded him.
he sighs out a little as if in relief, comforted at the enclosed space.
“i love you, koutaro. they don’t know what they’re talking about.”
he mulls over this thought and you could almost see the billions of doubts roaming through his head through his eyes as he tries to find the words.
“i should’ve stuck up for you. i care too much about what they think, it causes me to shut down. it’s not.. fair.” he whispers. you shake your head, pressing a tight kiss to his lips.
“it was a rough night. i can be strong enough for the both of us when we need it.”
you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you almost too tightly into him.
“i love you, too.” he responds.
you let out a small breathless chuckle. “i sure hope so. this would be a little awkward otherwise.” you press another kiss, onto his shoulder this time. “you’re the best wing spiker in the world, kou. but you don’t have to prove it to them. you’re gonna prove it to the world.”
he perks up at the sound of this. “can’t wait to hear the sounds of people calling my name…” his eyes finally sparkle again for the first time that night. “as long as you’re the loudest.” he presses a big kiss to your lips, bone crushing you back into the hug.
#hq bokuto#bokuto koutaro x reader#fluff#angst and comfort#<3.b.k#<3.bokuto#i’m finally writing for bo again i feel like i’m home#hq x reader#<3.chubby reader
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I'm stuck on this, so please have some of this brain rot.
I am torn about who I think this fits the best but we're gonna roll with Katsuki.
Katsuki x you. Soulmates au if you squint. Fluffy little blurb because I'm apparently trying to make myself soft for him. I'm wearing clown shoes right now don't look at me lmao
He's a creature of habit.
He wakes up at 5, goes for a run, and returns to start his day just the same way every single day.
So when you become a part of his routine, those habits extend to the way he interacts with you. Having you around was an adjustment, sure, but it wasn't necessarily unwelcome. He found quickly that he sleeps more peacefully on the nights you stay over. It's almost like something has notched into place in his soul. A piece that was, not missing, but misaligned before you.
He doesn't pay it too much mind though. He likes having you around. He likes you. So, for him it's as simple as that.
8 months in and you're staying at his place more often than not, and he has fully adjusted to his new routine. He wakes up at 5, five days a week. 6:30 on his days off now, because that's when you wake up. His watch vibrates to stir him from heavy sleep, instead of his phone sounding a loud alarm like it used to. It wasn't a complicated change, just something that he did one weekend after you'd had a hard stretch at work and he never went back to the old habit.
He doesn't think it's harder to get out of bed, but he does hesitate. Just for a second so he can look over your body still at rest.
The soft flutter of your lashes, covering the eyes he loves to get lost in.
The way your chest rises and falls so gently, even if the rest of you is askew from the restless hours between the sun's presence.
Now, every morning, before he gets out of bed, he kisses you softly on the shoulder, right in the spot where your gorgeous skin has an inconsistency.
He made a habit of nuzzling you, squeezing you, kissing you in that spot during the first months of your relationship, and he didn't notice the spot until you stood before the bathroom mirror one night, getting ready for bed.
Something about it tugged him closer, and he thumbed over the spot. Looking at it over your shoulder while he gathered you close in his arms.
"This always been here?"
You roll your eyes, but smile wide in that way he loves best. "Yea, it's been there my whole life. I thought you knew."
"Never noticed before, jus' like kissin' you there." He mumbles, nuzzling into the slope of your neck and relaxing a little more at the way your hand cards through his hair.
"They say that marks like that appear in the places where you were kissed in a past life."
"Yea?"
"Yeah."
He lets his head fall then, caressing your skin with his lips one more time in that spot before he pulls away to get in the shower.
Katsuki has never really believed in soulmates, but he thinks maybe, it could have been him. In another life, that left the mark on you.
A small assurance that he could find you again.
Maybe.
#don't perceive me#not me clowning again thinking I wasn't going to fall for him.#me @ me: why are you like this#bakugou x reader#katsuki x you#bakugo katsuki#💥b.k.#Claire writes sometimes
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Can’t wait to recreate this coziness this weekend 🎄🤍 happy Friday!
#booklr#book photography#book picture#kindle#kindle books#lovelight farms#b.k. borison#bookworm#bibliophile#na fiction#book community#book aesthetic#book lover#book nerd#christmas aesthetic#christmas tree#my photos#mine
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he'll save me
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Going over some old art and compiling some old, old versions of characters! Thought it might be fun to look through em :]
Faux (June) -> Faux (November)
Technically still one of my newest OCs, but he is so very special to me and has developed a BUNCH ever since
B.K (3rd October, 2019) -> B.K (12th November, 2023)
Jesus CHRIST she is 4 years old. Originally she was a joke character, as I keep saying, but she's become one of my most treasured OCs - go-to for doodling, fun to draw, and she has a really out-there personality that I enjoy writing
Fay (21st June, 2019) -> Fay (23rd January, 2023)
Fay is The Original OC of mine. The only character aware of her surroundings and status as a guy in a story, and the most likely to interact with my sonas. She's changed so much but her status remains the same: The storyteller.
Chordis, Flinch, Acri, Sahara, Sol, and Ai (14th Jan 2020) -> Chordis, Acri, Sol, Sahara, and Ai (Various from 2023)
The original polycule! Sahara was I think the most effective redesign because its hat was NOT working for it lmao
To conclude? I dunno man I just wanted to talk about my design progress and my art progress from then to now :D
#art#oc#faux ersatz#b.k#b.k's impossible testimony#fay#dh#chordis#flinch#acri#sahara#sol#.....i'm not tagging mx ai as that. uhhhh. yeah we'll figure something out. unfortunate name#cli speaks
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girl down :(
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This week I'm reviewing Lovelight Farms by B. K. Borison 🌲
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