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𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭
Tags: bakugou x gn!reader, todoroki shennigans, fluff, sweet, funny, humour, swearing
Todoroki conducts a highly scientific experiment and has come to prove that his highly scientific hypothesis is indeed correct.
Bakugou's going soft. Prove me wrong.
I mean, if you look at it with blinders, it's hard to see where he's coming from, but Todoroki can assure you that this is not just a theory anymore.
Can science explain how Bakugou's features simply melt when you kiss him? Can math explain how unexplainable his actions are towards you without the expression called love?
Shoto doesn't think the universe can explain a soft Bakugou. And that's why he's here to explain it for you-
"Todoroki, was it necessary to draw the blinds-."
"Yes."
Bakugou loves you to bits. Whether it's buying your favourite food back or loving little gestures, whether it's prioritising your safety even when on the battlefield...Bakugou's rough edges are slowly but sure smoothening out.
Not for everyone, of course, as Shoto has deduced. He still gets on the blond's bad sides and for some reason, he refuses to be called bestie, but hey, at least there's no punch to the face anymore.
Bakugou makes sure to walk on the outer side of the pavement. He makes sure to kiss you good night and whenever it's raining, he holds the umbrella for you so you can walk hands-free.
When you're sick, he goes all cabin fever and cooks for you. He checks your temperature and if you're feeling up to it, he'll explain the homework to you and show you your next few assignments.
He calls you Sunshine, which is so soft and nice compared to his other nicknames such as:
"ICYHOT, DID YOU MIX MY SHIRT WITH YOURS? MY SHIRT IS PINK NOW YOU HALF-BRAINED, TWO-QUIRKED PEPPERMINT BITCH-"
(Oh shit-)
There are stars in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and Shoto bets his father's black card that your boyfriend is already saving up for a ring, one as special and unique as you because you do way too much for the lovesick idiot.
You apologise for him.
You put up with him. (Mad respect.)
Everyone acts like being with Bakugou is such a dream, but being his partner is not easy.
Flaws that take time to be corrected are the separation marks for most couples, and the fact that you stayed by his side to build him up from his fucked-up asshole self takes more mental strength than any superficial fan could imagine.
Is Bakugou going soft? Absolutely.
"That brings me to the end of my presentation." Shoto bows, facing his class.
There are way too many crinkles on Aizawa's forehead. "The presentation was supposed to be on the latest news in the Hero community." His teacher says flatly. "Not another collection to your conspiracy theory folder."
Shoto is about to respond, before Bakugou speaks up first.
"YOU THINK I'M GOING SOFT—?"
#mha#mha fanfiction#my hero academia#katsuki bakugō#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x y/n#fluff#bakugo x you#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#funny#humour#what am i writing
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🔞 Garreth and his friends hang out in his dorm room. He's brewed a special potion that allows you to lucidly fulfill a fantasy. You would simply drink the potion and close your eyes and you would be sucked into a very vivid daydream. It would take practice to control it so the first time you drink it it's pure instinct.
Garreth takes it first to show his friends it's trustworthy. He kicks back the potion and his vision tunnels he closes his eyes and rest his head back as the vision starts to appear.
It's you, standing there in front of him, licking your lips as he steps forward. In Garreth's 'sleeping' body he feels his heart rate kick up but in the fantasy he's cool as a cucumber.
He slowly approaches you and begins unbuttoning your shirt. He can feel the soft fabric and the warmth coming off of your skin. He watches as more of your skin is revealed to him until eventually the shirt slinks off to the floor. His eyes take in your lacey bra, seeing how you fill it out so nicely. He cups his hand over the fabric and squeezes your breast.
Consciously, he realizes he's in your dorm room in the vision. He decides to push his luck and undo the bra, tossing it onto your nightstand. Finally, fucking finally, she gets to see your naked chest. Butterflies roar in his stomach and heat rushes to his groin.
He breathes a bit faster, reaching for the zipper on your skirt. His eyes flip to your face but the look in your eyes is inviting and sensual. He lets the skirt fall to the ground and dips the finger into you panty line. He pushes his whole hand inside until he is cupping your entire ass cheek. With a thick swallow he plants and heated kiss on your lips.
He can't tell how much longer this is going to last so he pushes panties down your thighs. That's it. You're naked in front of him. His eyes map out your form. Gorgeous, beautiful, cute, sexy...
With a groan, the dreaming version of him runs his hands over every intimate part of your body. The tiny sounds of pleasure you make egg him on. His finger easily slips inside of your pussy, so he quickly adds a second one.
There's a small voice coming from his right and he realizes the potion is starting to wear off. He curses wishing it to last a bit longer. He drops to his knees and starts kissing down your stomach in between each of your thighs. His brain ever turning, already knows how to tweak the potion to make it last longer for next time.
As his tongue delves between your legs, the taste of you fills his senses. He groans, and pushes his tongue deeper. Then, the vision fades, and he's back in his dorm room with his friends.
"Dude... Cover yourself." Someone says, and throws a pillow into his lap.
He keeps his eyes pinched shut despite the vision long gone. He just wanted just a few more seconds with you in his fantasy.
"Me next!" Sebastian says, causing a small argument between him and Leander.
"No, me next!" Leander scoffs.
"We can all just take it at the same time..." Amit pipes up.
Garreth clinches of hands into fists. "I'm taking a second one!" He reaches into his stash and downs another potion.
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What goes around comes around
Like I drowned.
So do I let you in?
Do I fall back to your pinky and spin?
Oh she’s gone again
Darling I’ve fallen all over again
I tell you it won't happen again.
Been there, done that. Yet again,
You quietly call the bluff in my voice.
Again and again and again
And again.
A million times, I’d choose you if I could.
But I never did decide.
Cause falling isn't a choice, I understood
You walk in and I realize
There you stand,
And here I am, damned.
What goes around comes around.
Pretty much how you downed.
So do you get another chance?
Was any of this ever a romance?
#I’m not sure that I can stop#poetry#poem#poeticstories#poetryportal#poets corner#writerscreed#my poem#words#spilled ink#twc poetry#poets on tumblr#what am i writing#writers of tumblr#writeblrcafe#love#mixed signals#bridge#hurtquotes#suffering#heartache
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hey 🙌🏾
i haven’t posted in liike 5-6 months but this will be my last post on this acc
thanks for supporting this account yall are amazing 💕
marzushi signing off!
#amphibia#anne#anne amphibia#anne boonchuy#sprig plantar#what am i writing#hop pop amphibia#polly plantar#sprig#amphibia marcy#amphibia fanart#goodbye
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“Space Dame floors Green Alien with a lusty kick to his green balls. She stands over the nasty creature as her white bosom heaves in alert for more of these gnarly things. Plumes of blonde flow wild in her furious shock and awe, and her golden boots arch rigid. A red velvet strap clings tightly to loins fiery, and struggles betwixt buttocks hardened.”
#what am i writing#frank frazetta#space!#science fiction#pulp#art#fantasy art#Aryan#Aryans always defeat the space goblins
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Idea: 128 people wake up in a death game, slowly going though trials. In each two go in only one survives. It eventually boiled down to the last four, the last few trials were quite sloppy, the organizers didn't plan on it processing so quickly. They are all given a break in the arena while the last three events are set up. The four who sped through the game and defied all expectations are; a world renowned assassin on his only day off (pissed of he has to kill off hours), a deranged teen who likes to inflict pain on others (a massive contrarian who refuses to kill only because she is being made to), a psychopathic lawyer with a god complex (impatient, nitpicks and belittles the organizers), and a suicidal, neurotic wage slave with a death-wish who got this far by pure luck (he keeps trying to get others to kill him but his "plans" always fails). They are all pissed for their own reasons, not to mention hunger and sleep deprivation, so they put their "free" time to good use and start making a plan...
#tv idea#idea#me at 2am#dream#2am in a cold sweat#death game#suiside#god complex#assassin#deranged teen#organizers#diabolic plans#writing#might finish this later#writing prompt#open to criticism#how do i tumblr#what am i writing#what am i doing with my life#friday night#the booze is hitting me hard#my fingers are moving#tags#check the tags
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In Between The Lines
CW:
Derealization
Pills
Blood/Gore
If I forgot anything, feel free to tell me :D
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He stood there, watching all his friends have fun at the picnic his wife set up. He isn’t one for huge gatherings but god, does this make him feel content. He gently smiles as he watches his wife, Marie, hanging out with her older brothers, Ace and Ash. He loves this. Too bad not everything can stay how he wishes. Nothing will ever stay how one wishes.
“Eliam! Why don’t you join us?” Lillian shouts as she notices her brother is to himself. Eliam snaps out of his little trance-like state. He looks at his little sister and takes a second to respond. “I much rather stay here to myself and watch everything go on. It’s much more peaceful in my opinion.” He sits on the ground. Lillian smiles and nods. “Alright!” She says before running off to be with her boyfriend.
The more he watches the more a certain nagging feeling gets stronger. What was it? He’s not sure but he doesn’t want to know. He’s happy and that’s all that matters to him.
The noises around him begin to distort and muffle. He knows this can’t be one of his hallucinations, could it..? No, it can’t, he took his medication today.. Or, he thinks he did? He shakes his head trying to shake off the feeling. Whatever it is, it shouldn’t get in the way, he’s having fun.
Wake up.
He keeps sitting there, watching as everything around him begins to distort. He sighs and looks down, trying to focus on one thing.
He quickly wakes up.
No no no, he needs to fully wake up!
Wait.
Wakes up?
Yes, wake up! Wake up already!
Is that really how this story is going to go?
Yes! The story will go with him waking up!
Just him waking up from a distorted dream?
It’s not a distorted ‘dream’.
No.
Let's start again.
Let him go..
He stood watching as all his friends enjoyed the party his wife set up. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Eliam was off to the side, he hates huge gatherings but this one made him so happy. He watches his wife talk with her two older brothers. He glances over at a white haired male, he’s tall and pale. He doesn’t seem familiar but maybe he’s just a friend of Marie’s.
No, it’s all wrong again!
Why does the man look like him? No, no, it’s ok for someone to look familiar to someone else. He sighs and shakes his head, his hair falls off his shoulders. Didn’t he put his hair up? He always puts his hair into a braid when he goes to gatherings. When did he put his hair down? It’s fine, odd, but fine. He moves his hair off of his shoulders and goes back to watching the group. Wait.. where did the man go?
run
He nervously looks around for the man. “Hello Eliam.” Eliam freezes when he hears an unfamiliar voice behind him speak. He turns to the voice and sees the white haired male. “How did you…?” He continues to watch the strange man.
Get out of there, now.
“Did I..?” “Know my name?” The male looks down at Eliam with a rather unsettling smile. “I have my ways, Eliam.” The man's tone when he says Eliam’s name had a bit of hate. Eliam looks away, getting rather uncomfortable by the random man. The man lets out a breathy chuckle then Eliam hears footsteps receding.
ELIAM RUN
The distorted noises are back but so much louder, painfully loud. He covers his ears and bends over. It feels like his ears might bleed from how loud it all is. It just keeps getting louder and louder causing him to tear up. He screams from the pain and tries to look to see if anyone could help him. Everyone is acting like nothing is happening.
please.. let him go..
Is this another hallucination? It has to be! Right..? But they’ve never been so bad. Are his hallucinations getting worse? They can’t be, he’s been taking his meds. He’s been doing everything he’s been told to do to prevent his hallucinations, so.. why are they back?
This isn’t a hallucination Eliam, wake up.
Then there’s a sharp pain in the back of the head, almost like a knife going through his skull.
Wait, a knife?
No, that’s not right
None of this is right.
We can’t just leave it imperfect, can we?
Yes , we can.
No matter how much pain and suffering Eliam will go through, we need to make this perfect.
Let. Him. Go.
Again.
Please..
Eliam stood on the edge of a hill, he looked down at the beautiful city below him. He lived in the town on the water. He lived here happily with his wife. He turns back to look at the family reunion that his parents were hosting. His sister and her boyfriend, his wife, grandparents, pretty much anyone who was or will hopefully be family one day were there. He looks over to see a brown haired male with tan skin and a missing arm.
Why is Jason here..?
Where is the white haired male?
He isn’t here anymore
It doesn’t matter, he’s having fun again, even if he absolutely hates gatherings but he can deal with this one for a little while. Eliam sits on the ground, watching his family talk and play games. Marie seems to enjoy meeting his family. That’s good. Eliam is happy to see how happy everyone he loves having fun.
Break the cycle today Eliam
There’s subtle clicking sounds. He grabs his pocket watch and looks at the time, maybe it was making the clicking noises? He looks down at the pocket watch and before he could see what time it was, the clock melts in his hand. The hot metal pours out of his hand and onto the ground. He screams as the hot metal burns through his skin. He desperately tries to get the metal off of his hand but it’s extremely hard to get it off. Why is it so hard to get off?
The ticking is still there.
He needs more time
Eliam finally gets the burning hot metal off of his hand and looks at the horrible burn he has. Blood pours out of his hand as the sound of loud static plays. He looks at his hand mortified, why is no one helping him? Maybe he’s asking too much by asking for help?
It’s never too much..
The ticking and the static both get louder and louder as he feels blood trickle out of his ears. He covers his ears causing the thick crimson liquid to stain his hair and smear on his face. He frantically shakes his head and hot tears pour out of his eyes.
Is he losing it? He knows he’s not insane.. right? Right?! He knows that he hasn’t lost it! Or has he?
He’s not insane.
We may not know that.
#original story#original character#writing#creative writing#fiction#story#i dont fucking know#what am i writing
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Jesus Isn't Heroine (part 1)
"Well well well," you say to yourself as you get out of bed. "Another Saturday. I wonder what I'll do today?"
Making your way to the kitchen where Big Bird is brewing coffee, you discern the scent of Barney sausage creep through the air. You remember how the dinosaur had fallen on hard times, but as Oscar (The Grouch) said, that's no excuse for trying to steal your car. Though you frown on capital punishment, Barney crossed the line; also doesn't help that he also, literally, crossed the line during the recent writer's strike. Bastard.
Grover sat on your couch re-reading The Communist Manifesto while drinking a mug of white gravy. Strange, you thought; didn't he go home last night?
No matter, Statler and Waldorf were coming over for lunch and would take him home then.
You pour yourself some coffee and sit down in front of your computer, where a message from your alma mater awaits. Surprise, they want money. Ever since they rejected your idea to build a nuclear-powered scooter for city use, you've viewed them with nothing but bitterness and vitriol. Fuck 'em, they can eat radioactive shit for all you care. Goddamn sausage party school anyway.
You remember you needed to do some laundry, and throw a load into the black hole washer. While it sometimes disintegrates a few shirts, it DOES remove all stains and keeps your flat running when the power goes out. Just be sure to resist staring into the void, and everything will be fine. Everything…will…be…fi-
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Patron: You summoned me, a great and all powerful god!
Warlock: Yeah, sorry. I just need you to sign this field tip form.
Patron: Of course kiddo, just hand it over.
Warlock: Mhahaha, you have just signed over your soul to me! Now we are equals!
Patron: But- but you where like a son to me.
Warlock: You are a dad to me, but I thought you didn't feel the same.
Patron: Hugs?
Warlock: Hugs.
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uuuh if we had to decide between a dick grayson story update or a jason todd story update which would we choose
or even like,, something else
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Imagine if lance didn’t have the scar on his nose when we meet him imagine if it was from eira.
in their first fight lance keeps shattering Eira’s ice swords one after another. And suddenly Lance gos for his head. Eira panics Just for a moment and gets an idea Puts his arm up and manifest thick slab of ice Cover it so thick that lances sword gets stuck. Just as he motions to get another one eira slashes him across the face.
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damn this monsterfucking kinktober finale is dark and i’m just writing like the plot leading up to where the monster boys get introduced
like this is dark and horror, but I promise there will at some point be smut
#like...... im gonna have to put trigger warnings on this possibly#for death and grief#what am i writing#i promise there is gonna be smut#i can't promise it's actually going to be posted tonight though unless i really write this fast
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the irony of having agatha’s canonical scars be from a whip and having modern au agatha want to use a whip in sex with eve like what even is this--
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Can I fall into you now?
I'm nothing if not yours.
Can you hear me at all?
Standing behind these doors.
Can you feel the tug?
Every time it's your name I curse.
Can I drown in you finally?
The void just keeps getting worse.
Can you hold me when I break?
Not strong enough to stay away.
Can you stop hurting me now?
Promise to let you have your way.
None of me rhymes without you,
Nothing makes sense.
Can we be us forever?
I can't do it anyway else.
#I love you#I’m not sure that I can stop#poetry#poem#poeticstories#poetryportal#poets corner#writerscreed#my poem#words#spilled ink#twc poetry#poets on tumblr#what am i writing#writers of tumblr#writeblrcafe#love#falling out of love#do you know what youre doing#mixed signals#agony#heartache#pain#cosmicpain
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finally finished this took all day just to be mid but whateverohh bo j see w spider i isee a spider ob my bed i think thats a spider theres a spider on my bef helep
#amphibia#anne#anne amphibia#anne boonchuy#sprig plantar#what am i writing#hop pop amphibia#polly plantar#sprig#amphibia marcy#amphibia fanart#anne is better than marcy idc
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Sometimes I get little panic attacks- I think they're panic attacks- over what I'm doing with my life.
Don't get me wrong I know how to be happy, I know what makes me happy. The problem is the specifics of how I'm going to afford what makes me happy.
I love chocolates, I love sketching, I love how soft my bed looks and the sky through the gaps between tree leaves. I have people I love, a long tbr list and places to visit.
But I also have less than a year left of college to decide what I wanna do to be allowed to afford a comfortable life. For me and the people I care for, people who care for me.
#bits from books i'll probably never write#writing bits#character dialogue#conversations#convos#dialogue#dialogue ideas#dialogue prompt#confessions#depressing shit#lost#im sad af#im sad lol#im just sad#like one second your completely fine and the next your just like what am i even doing i've done nothing with my life#what am i writing#what am i talking about#i say writing bits#but that's a lie isn't it#idek what it is anymore
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