30 Days Of Ts (In 1 day)
This is so hard!?😭 I love them all equally. But if I had to choose one, I'd choose cornelia street. It was love at first listen
Lavender haze. I love the aesthetic and the visuals
Marjorie. I cried listening to it the first few times
Probably look what you made me do or shake it off
The 'favorite' question again! Dancing with our hands tied is so beautiful and I love the story behind it
Sweet nothing
Cardigan. It reminds me of when I started listening to taylor
Lover. It was my ex friend's favorite
You are in love because it's underrated and reminds me of wesper
Three come to mind immediately: red, daylight and maroon
Lover and champagne problems
Any song in Taylor's discography gives me so much serotonin
Any song when she mentions the time (especially 2am)
All too well (Taylor's version) (from the vault) (ten minute version)
Closure 💔
bejeweled (jk it's mirrorball)
The Eras Tour!!!
Style
Currently obsessing over long live
Out of the woods (if you know, you know)
Cruel summer. Perfect to scream the lyrics to
Nothing new reminds me of the changing of seasons
Don't you
Ready for it...?
Forever and always (piano version)
Daylight! Perfect album closer
The archer (rip)
Tied together with a smile
Renegade with big red machine
Stop with the 'favorite' questions, please :_)
No pressure tags: @thesongofvillains @greekmyths-and-swifts13 @ketterdam-snack-bar @taylorscrows and anyone else who is interested 💜
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Day 3: I couldn’t choose just one person, I feel like I have so many! So in order of appearance:
marina, who to me just has the perfect body. I don’t want to be deathly skinny (tho I understand the appeal) I want to be hot and fit. She has toned abs, strong thighs, big boobs like me, and dainty arms and a beautiful collarbone! I hope I look like her.
next, hunter schafer. She’s just such huge facesp0, her cheekbones and jawline are incredible and she has a great collarbone too. Plus she’s super fit, I’m jealous of the definition on her arms (there’s a pattern here lol).
finally, aespa’s winter. She’s the perfect example of “bunny pretty” to me, her features are so tiny except for her big beautiful eyes, and she’s sooooo th!n. I tried to find a pic that showed her body, you can kinda see in the first one. I was debating between her and Karina honestly but there’s just something about winter that makes me so jealous, she’s so pretty. I love how stark her collarbone is and how pointy her shoulders are.
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2:29 am; back in love ! - toji fushiguro
summary: ex bf! toji in your bed for the first time in months after the split up.
continuation from dilf!toji being your ex bf
pure fluff, that’s all.
ps. the pic above isn’t mine :)
Gojo sent 2:29 am
i’m worried for you, are you even home?
the constant buzzing coming from toji’s phone continues to annoy him, and his chances of sleeping. it was his mistake not silencing his phone before he drifted off with you in his arms.
yet how could he pull away from you when all he wanted to do was trap you with his warmth? it was impossible trying to get away from you.
he almost forgot how he was able to be away from you for so long. now that you are in his arms again, his heart has been soaring of excitement for so long in the past few hours.
he’s missed you so much.
his love for you has never stopped, nor has it stopped looking for you. his other half.
Toji sent 2:30 am
the fuck are you on?
the light is almost blinding, and the small squirms you make against his chest almost make his heart stop. he doesn’t want to wake you up, especially when you were already having trouble sleeping.
the bags under your eyes, and the dried tear stains under them as well had him concerned for you. all he wants to do is care for you.
Gojo sent 2:30 am
your car isn’t outside your house, and i know damn well u don’t park shit in ur garage.
Toji sent 2:32 am
that’s because i’m not home, ya dumbass
before his phone was attacked with multiple messages from his friend, he shuts off his phone and places it face down on the nightstand.
sleep is far from consuming his body now. his eyes stay looking outside the window, and into the dark starry sky. his thoughts weren’t all over the place, but had certain things to think about.
he’s gonna have to explain everything to you in the morning. then he is gonna have to pick up megumi from nanami’s home, go to work.. all that stuff.
he might consider taking the day off if it meant staying by your side.
a sudden movement snaps toji out of his thoughts, your arm that was around his bare torso slithers off, you rub your eyes while slightly whining.
“toji?..” you muttered, your head moving up to look at the wide awake man. you were still tired, but wide awake to know that toji wasn’t able to sleep.
his arm went under your— his hoodie that was over your body and rubbed your bare back. his warm hand easing you quickly with satisfaction.
“shh— shh. go back ‘ta sleep, sweetheart.” toji snuggles in closer to you, your head snuggling in deeper towards his broad chest.
“‘m sorry, pretty baby. didn’t mean ‘to wake you up.” he whispers, making sure to not wake you up more than you already were.
instead of complaining, you only hummed. whilst placing a kiss on his chest.
“‘ts okay. sleep with me, tojii.” you slurred. sleep was just about to take over your body, until he kissed your forehead sweetly.
“yeah, will do princess. sleep well, mkay?” it wasn’t really question, more of a concerned demand coming from him. none the less you nodded your head, with your eyes drooping closed.
“love you..” you started off, bringing one of your hands to caress his arm lovingly. the confession makes toji smile, snuggling into you more.
“i love you more baby.”
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who's gonna take care of you?
k. bakugou
I am sicker than sick and couldn't sleep last night so here's some bakugou fluff.
Pairing & CW: Bakugou x f!reader. Reader and Bakugou have two kids. Brief mentions of pregnancy from Mitsuki (Reader is not actually pregnant). pure, sickly sweet fluff.
Katsuki looks at the clock hanging above the kitchen sink, 7:24am. Usually you’d have been up for at least a half hour by now, maybe more. The kids have to be to school at 8:30, it’s only a 12 minute drive, but they like to get there early and play with their friends before their day of learning starts. He looks at the two of them sitting at the counter, digging into their fresh pancakes and waffles with a variety of fruits. They were similar in a lot of ways, but your daughter refuses to eat pancakes, the same goes with your son and waffles. And what kind of number one dad would The Bakugou Katsuki be if he didn’t make his brats happy?
“You two stay here and finish eating— gonna go check on your ma’,” he calls out to them before heading down the hall, only to stop with a had on the doorframe to look back at them. “And no eatin’ spoonfuls’a syrup this time! That shi— crap’ll give you diabetes.”
The two of them laugh at their dads empty threat, knowing they’ll at least sneak one or two spoonfuls before he gets back.
He has an office day today, full of paperwork and unfished reports that need to be submitted by the end of the week. He’s been working overtime, which means you have too. Working overtime at your own job and taking care of the kids when he gets home too late or leaves too early for work.
“Baby—“ he calls out when he pushes open your bedroom door. Your cheeks are flushed red, your brows are knit together, you’ve got a mound of blankets on you, yet your feet are sticking out from the bottom. “Hey, y’doing okay?” He asks as he gets closer, sitting next to your sleeping form on the bed when he reaches a hand out to cup your cheek, followed by placing the back of his hand to your forehead. “Jesus babe, you’re burnin’ up. Might be running hotter than I normally do…”
His words are laced with concern as he heads to your shared bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with as cold of water he can get before wringing it out. For good measure, he grabs the thermometer and to confirm his suspicions.
“Open up for me, baby.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek and your eyes finally open when you bring your hand up to touch the cold cloth on your forehead. “‘Ts cold…” you mumble and he slips the thermometer underneath your tongue. “Yeah and you’re hot—“ he waits for the thermometer to finish rereading before he adds: “101.9 to be exact.”
You try to sit up, “I’m fine…”but the pressure in your head is too much so you flop back down into the pillows. “I don’t know what year you think I was born, but I know what fine is. And you, are not fine.”
“But the kids— they have school, you have work— I have things to do around the house.” You try to protest in between a fit of coughs, but he plants an arm against the bed, palm down at your side caging you in. “you know the hag— my mom,” he corrects when you give him the glare, “she loves taking them to school. Eijiro too. I could call either one and they’d drop ‘em off. And with work, that’s one of the perks’a bein’ your own boss.”
He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, trying to hide the wince at how warm your skin is. Gods you must feel like shit. “Lemme call my mom—“ he steps out of the room and gently closes the door, calling in a favor to the woman who always saves his ass.
‘Yeah, y/n sick, real sick. Need someone to drop off the beats at school. What? Morning sickness? No she’s not pregnant again. She’s sick sick. Got’a fever of almost 102. Yeah, they ate. Yes, lunches packed. Ugh— what kinda father do you think I— mmgh. Thanks ma. They’ll be ready for ya.’
He comes back in the room slight shake to his head as he thinks back to the conversation he just had with his mom. Your youngest is 6 and she’s been itching for another grand baby, but that’s too bad. She’s got two good ones to love on anyway. “Moms comin’ to pick em up in 15.”
The two of you can hear the padding of feet running down the hall and your two replicas appear in the door frame.
“Mommy what’s wrong? Did you catch a bug?” Your 8 year old son asks you as he pushes his hips to the bed. He may have his fathers eyes but he’s got your color hair and the sweetest personality to match.
“Ew! Why would mommy catch a bug!! That’s so yucky!” Your daughter chimes. She’s got that ash blonde hair to match her fathers and definitely gets his personality.
“Yeah, squirt, mama’s not feeling great so your Gramma Mitsuki is gonna take you to school.”
“Katsuki— you really shouldn’t have asked your mom to come all the way here.”
“You say all the way here like she doesn’t live 8 minutes down the road.” He smirks at you, knowing damn well she wasn’t gonna miss the opportunity to be involved in your kids’ lives.
“Daddy, why can’t we stay and take care of mommy like she takes care of us when we’re sick?” Your boy asks with those gorgeous ruby red eyes peering down at you. “You guys have to stay in school and get good grades. You wanna have your own agency and be the number one hero like your daddy don’t you?” You smile at the two of them and lift your hand off the bed to cup their cheeks one at a time.
Your daughter flexes her little muscles and grits her teeth. “Yeah mommy! We’ll get strong so we can take good care of you some day!”
Each of your kiddos leans in to place a kiss to your cheek, it’s no use trying to stop them either. They’re both stubborn, just like you and Katsuki.
“Go get cleaned up before Gramma gets here— and don’t think I can’t smell the syrup on those sticky fingers, you little shits!”
It’s no use trying to protest the language when you hear the fit of laughter and screams as they run back down the hall.
Katsuki gets up to make sure they’re heading out to wash up and grab their school bags while he makes another call to the agency, letting Mina know he won’t be in.
You’ve nearly fallen back asleep by the time he comes back with a hot bowl of homemade soup, a freshly squeezed cup of orange juice, a ginger shot and two pieces of toast. “They’re right ya know. You’re like super woman to them— and even she needs help sometimes.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and turns on the tv for some back ground noise before he grabs his computer and sits next to you in bed.
“Katsuki. You’re gonna get sick if you stay here—“ you try to protest and he just smiles and puts the cold rag on your forehead. “Yeah… and when super man needs help; I know you’ll be there too..” He lands a fat one right on your lips and smiles. The two of you share everything together. Even the cooties…
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