#I’m just so fuckint tired

[kittenlolita]

Love me please i know it’s hard I’ll do anything for your love please. Please I love you so much you ruined me you fucking ruined me don’t leave me here don’t ever fuckint leave me you did this where’s the sweet little girl I used to instead I cry all the time. Love me again please. I don’t care about anything else please I just need your love please.

I feel so thrown to the side, used and neglected. Nobody every fucking cares when I’m sobbing my eyes out. Nobody cares when I’m sad. They don’t obviously. It’s all me saying “are you ok.” “How’s your day WHAT ABOUT ME WHAT ABOUT ME BEVAUSE I HAVE SOBBED MY EYES OUT FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS SCARED PLEASE DONT EVER LEAVE ME. YOU SAY YOURE SCSRED ILL LEAVE BUT IM PETRIFIED. YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ME. YOU DONT. FUCK.

Ugh I need more pills my parents took away all the alcohol so I can’t mix Valium and wine like I usually do. 15 fucking years old and I’m drinking wine. How fucking sad is that. How pathetic am I. No friends nothing. I’ve lost everything. I cant loose you. Please don’t leave my side ever. I know you’re tired of using me and you got all that you wanted just pretend you like me ok? Pretend everything’s ok. Please.

[temporaryspace]

dawg. i don’t even know what i feel anymore. there are so many things i fucking feel. i don’t know how i am. i don’t know if i can keep holding myself together like this. i don’t know how much longer i can take everything before i just fucking snap. i know i’m one repeat offender piece of shit being an asshole away from just fucking losing my mind. i can’t take it. i’m worn so fucking thin. i’m so tired of everyone treating me like i’m dead. i’m so fucking tired of being talked about TO MY FUCKING FACE ! like i’ve died. i can’t take it. i can’t take any of this shit. i have ulcers again. i’m not really sleeping. i’ve been coughing up massive amounts of blood. i’m getting random nosebleeds again. i try to sleep and everything hits me and i just start fucking bawling but it doesn’t even last. it doesn’t even last. it doesn’t even last. i don’t even get the release of crying. i just feel wrong for even having cried. i frequently feel i’m on the verge of passing out. i’m having such a severe releapse. it’s all just fucking oat milk. i can’t talk to anyone about it either. no one understands what i’m saying and even when they do, i feel like i’m such a fucking burden. i don’t even post what i feel anymore. i have all this insane shit hidden. hidden. hidden. they’re in places anyone could find, but i won’t give the access points until i die. you just havw to know how to find it otherwise and even if you stumbled upon it on accident, you wouldn’t think it was me. there’s so many people online who just yell for help. it’d be glossed over. maybe this is just someone with so many similarities.

things i type out then never post. what’s the fuckint point? what’s the point in worrying people? what’s the point?.. i feel like i’m gonna drop fucking dead

[gutsinmybutterflies]

i hate bpd i hate bpd i hate bpd i want to fucking slice myself bht i can’t i can’t that’s not fair to them i can’t i just

holy fucking shit it doesn’t make sense none of it ever well

i don’t want to fuckint do this anymore i’m so fucking tired hahahahahah

[irrelevant-host]

[houseofdabs]

I’m sorry but can y’all stop making Bo out to be racist and fatphobic but make his brothers be ”uwu soft boys who can’t do anything wrong” like there are POC and fat people that read these stories and deserve to feel loved just like anyone else and while you might not think so, we do

it sucks to be hated by society but its so much worse when something you might use as escapism puts you back into that position. im tired of reading about how Bo thinks black womens hair looks weird (how tf can you even write this shit ? How can you sit down and read this shit and be okay with it), how he’s never been around someone who wasn’t white, how he’s gonna treat you weird bc of your race and say racist shit, how he’s going to starve you if you’re fat but if you’re chubby with big tits and ass it’s okay, I’m fuckint tired of you guys who don’t fucking understand that this isn’t okay ?

we get it you’re thin and white and you are privileged and can see yourself in every story, you’ve got representation and loads of fics where you’re the focal point and then you hijack stuff and then make this shit ? It’s a fucking joke.

You don’t have to deal with it so you’re ignorant to it, but that’s no goddamn excuse. Fucking fix it or quit writing.

(if you’re white and thin do not try to hijack this post and turn it into something else, make your own post for that shit I’m tired of talking about this stuff and then a white person comes along and takes the attention off of the post and turns it into something else)

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

Could u maybe do one with damiano where they Get into A fight and He says something very mean but it need with fluff i hope u understood. Thanks :)

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 1769

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 (𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬- 𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡)

your day wasn't the best when you came home — your head hurt, the day was freezing cold from the moment you peeled the blanket off of yourself, and the hours in the office felt like thrice longer than usual. your boyfriend, damiano couldn't take you out at your office, since his studio was in the opposite direction than your office, but you got in late too because he couldn't find something he needed. you were a little bit nervous, but you just sushed your thoughts and tried to forget the words damiano and you said to each other.

"why can't you just leave the things in their original place? is this that hard to note?"

"be glad that i washed it out."

"be glad that i washed it out…"

damiano mimicked your voice, you hoped that the tone of his voice was only annoyed and derisive because he was tired.

thus, your mom called you in lunch just to call you about that there's no room in the house for you because your other cousins need place until the end of christmas –you couldn't stop the bitter taste in on your tongue, maybe that's why you couldn't hide the disappointment and gloom in your tone.

"but… where gonna i sleep then?"

"sweetheart, you can rent out a hotel room for a few days, don't you?"

"but mom, that's so much money!"

"did i mention that we would be so, so happy if we could meet your boyfriend? what was his name, danny?"

could your mother for only once not change the topic of the talk, if that began to change uncomfortable for her?

"it's damiano, mom."

"damiano, yes. so, is it alright for you?"

i don't have another option, and you know this too too well.

"yes. bye, mom."

you didn't wait for her "goodbye, sweetheart", slamming the red button on your phone.

and now, at the end of this ironically 'happy' and 'succesful' day, you stood in your living room, with your phone in your hand, pressing together your lips as damiano said out those words. you hoped that when you get home, you can take a long shower or run a bath while damiano sits on the edge of the tub, or even bathing with you, talking about this shitty day while you and damiano hate the world together, sharing a bottle of champagne and painting each other's nails –but he too decided to go against you.

"i think you shouldn't worry that much about that."

"what?"

"come on babe, it's just your mom. she's always dramatic, you shouldn't pull it on yourself that hard."

"no, i think you don't understand my problem, she literally said that her daughter don't have a place, a bed in the house she grew up during fuckint christmas!"

"shake it off, y/n. we're gonna figure it out."

"we're gonna figure it out, what does that mean to you, huh? christmas is approaching, day by day, the hotels are sure as hell full, even the airbnb-homes, but yeah, you're right, we have all the time in the world to figure it out!" you acted with your hand, more sarcastic than ever.

"what are saying now, that is my fault that you got a late call?"

you sighed, feeling your soul heavier than ever –the pound in your head spreaded down into your chest, giving the sour feeling of crying.

"no, i'm just telling you that you could be a little bit more helpful and understanding… it's about my family, my mom, mia madre as you used to say! how can't you understand this?"

"i am not understanding enough? how can you say this?"

don't do this, dami, don't manipulate my feelings, at least not you –don't make me more miserable, please.

"i say this because i can only talk with your about this! i trust you only with my problems, my problematic mother and my other shitty things, and now you just say that i should calm down on a problem that means bigger to me than ever?"

"well it's not my problem to have a useless mother!"

it was enough. far enough for you to snap.

"than you know what?",

grabbing your purse and coat,

"fuck you!" with that, you slammed the door and stepped out of the house. you didn't know where to go on the year's coldest day –you only knew that you don't want to stay near anybody right now. maybe renting out a hotel room wasn't a that-bad idea. or going to vic, and block damiano and your mother for the next two days.

trying to call vic, you didn't even noticed that your bump into somebody, pulling together your coat on yourself, you decided to go afoot to the next bus stop, maybe damiano runs after you, but right now you couldn't face him, after everything he said.

well, it's not my problem to have a useless mother. did he think this the whole time, the whole time when you bragged about your family? that that's only your pathetic problem? you couldn't see the screen of your phone from hé blur of your tears –they immediately broke down on your neck and cheek, then freezing in the cold wind, only leaving a chilly, uncomfortable feeling. the snow crashed through the clouds, everything were white and so, so cold, the wind blew in between your coat and sweatshirt –your teeth crashed together as you pleaded to the sky and vic to pick up that phone. your stomach grumbled,

"it's almost half ten, what do you want?"

"vic, oh my god! i'm so glad, can i ask you a little favour?"

"what the fuck, is is it you, y/n? i thought damiano called me this late, he would lose his phone and use yours, the dumbass. what's the problem?"

"can i sleep at you?"

"of cour- why?"

"please, i'll tell you everything, but…" you wailed suddenly, you were surprised too, not to mention vic.

"sweet jesus, was that you? grab a cab and come here, fast! i'm calling damiano."

"no, no please!"

vic didn't respond.

"come here safe, okay?"

"okay. bye, vic."

the line cut off, leaving you there in the winding snow –more five or six streets? you still pondered on damiano's words between tears and shivers, while trying to hug yourself as warmly as you could.

you barely reached the second corner when you heard a humming of a car. can't be a taxi, but then… who's on the streets this late, in this tempestuous weather? excluding me, you thought, could laugh but in a soaked coat, sweater and socks you only wanted to survive until vic's.

turning your aching neck, at first you thought you hallucinate –seeing damiano's black car was nearly a dream, a mirage. does hypothermia kicks in that soon?

as the car approached you, it stopped beside you.

"do you really gonna walk to vic like this? did you call a cab?"

you ignored damiano, walking towards, your bag almost slipped out of your hand.

"let me help you cara mia, i'm sorry. can we talk about this in the car? it's warm in here, too."

stubbornly, with shaking hands, you wiped off the wet locks from your face. hearing a quiet murmur, something like 'okay, that's enough', the door of the car opened, inviting you to sit on the passenger's seat. you stopped the marching, looking at damiano with crossed arms.

"i'm not going anywhere until you get in this car. you can walk to vic, but i'm gonna follow you, and i'm gonna sit in here until you collect enough peace to talk with me."

it warmed your heart a little bit, but the harsh words sung in the back of your head –reluctantly, but slowly you got in the car. damiano didn't hesitate a moment to turn on the child safety lock system as you closed the door. you huffed.

"is it really neccessary?" you asked quietly.

"i don't want you to change your mind when we get back home "he said. "do you need anything? a blanket, a coffee? a tea? i'm texting thomas to boil some water."

"thomas... how? and why?"

"he came for some butter, but you bumped into him, thomo was surprised even that you're that…" –searching for the right words, it was hard and awkward for each of you.

"listen, y/n, i–"

"no, dami, i was just upset and–"

"no, wait! it's my time to apologize. because in the past time, i got carried away. i said things and i said them without thinking about how hurtful they can be. i should be glad, so fucking gratefuo that i have a girlfriend, a lover like you, a lover who nurtures me, who search my lost things even when i can't find them because i'm such a clumsy ass, a lover who shares her deepest secrets and problems with me. a lover who trusts me so much, who accepts my little habits… i know i can't take back the things i said about your mother and your problems, but the least i can do is make you forget about it, and support you with it. can you", damiano said as he covered your cold, tender hands with his big, soft ones. "y/n y/l/n, amore della mia vita, the love of my life, accept my apology about everything i said and did?"

you couldn't stop the blushing, your whole chest warmed up at his words, clinging to his hands.

"yes, i absolutely can. i'm sorry i yelled at you, it was just a shitty day, and my family… well, that's another story."

damiano leaned closer to you, touching your jaw, tucked a cold strand of hair behind your ear, spreading comfort towards your cheeks and eyebrows.

"even with soaked clothes, pale skin and damp hair, you're still the prettiest, angelic thing i've seen in my life, mia dolce bambina."

you didn't need anything to reach up to his lips, yearning to get as much as from his warmth as possible –damiano strokes the back of your head and neck, played with the moist locks.

after the little kissing session, damiano stroked your hand, taking off your coat, giving you his instead.

"let's go home, okay?"

"okay. i love you, damiano."

"i love you more than you could ever think, little angel."

as the two of you reached home, damiano huffed.

"you know, i'm a little bit disappointed in your mother too."

you pulled up your eyebrows, the corner of your lips curling up slowly.

"really? and why?"

"we can't make out in your old bedroom, that could be quite an extra christmas event, don't you think?"

"damiano!!"

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨-𝐦å𝐧��𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 <𝟑

[iloveyouphillipmorris]

i’m desperately trying to get heathier & eat healthier things but the family Only orders litera fucking garbage like shit fucking shit. but they will Not order groceries we haven’t had groceries in @ least a week so if i don’t eat bullshit which will make me feel like sick & horrible, i don’t eat at all. how much fucking fun!!!!!! some fucking people are actually thinking about lowering their cholesterol & loosing weight & getting healthy & making their body feel good !!! i swear to fucking god i’m so tired of being the only one in this family left completely unaccounted for & dismissed endlessly. i wanna fuckint cry just please stop being so motherfucking selfish and lazy what the fuck is wrong with you!?

[discotenny]

!Just Before Bed!

Dazai and Akutagawa’s nightly routine ft. S/o

No one requested this this is pure self indulgence

Dazai

My man is too lazy to even get ready to sleep sometimes

There are nights where he’ll just collapse on the sofa and complain about being too tired to get to bed

With these times, if you make the mistake of walking by him, you’ll be dragged onto the couch and he won’t let you go. Literally, you’ll be wrapped by his arms and the size of his body prevents you from escaping 

Cuddly couch Dazai is very clingy :/

No matter what you’re doing to set up for the nighttime, Dazai is constantly pulling at you, holding you, or finding an excuse to touch you

Brushing your teeth? Dazai’s right beside you doing the same with an arm over your shoulder

Will kiss your cheek with his toothpaste foam covered lips; does not care if you hit him for it

Heading for the shower? You bet his bandaged ass is gonna ask to go in with you

You never let him in >.>

Changing into pajamas? Dazai respects your privacy and will wait on the couch until you come out

It’s an unspoken rule that you get to use the bathroom at night first. Dazai takes way too long replacing his bandages after a shower and before the ‘rule’ came to be, you sometimes fell asleep waiting for him to be done

Nighttime doesn’t actually start as cuddle time despite most people’s beliefs. I’ve said it before, but Dazai isn’t an outright clingy cuddler in bed. No, Dazai’s far worse

Dazai is;;;; a blanket thief

Though after you two battle it out for blankets for an hour, Dazai will ask if you’d like to use each other for warmth instead [but like, in the cheesiest way possible]

Pulling you into his arms gently, he smiles as your head rests against his chest. You lay on top of him and feel a soft peck on the top of your forehead. Scooting up his body a bit, you lift your head to kiss his lips before whispering a tired, “Goodnight Osamu”

Dazai takes solace from the intimate position, accepting it as a sign of trust as he combs his fingers through your hair

With a smile ever so present on his features, the night ends as Dazai rests his heavy hand on your head

By morning Dazai’s body is on top of yours, caging you in. You really need to piss. Too bad though, he won’t move until he wakes up

Akutagawa

So, Akutagawa lives with Gin at the current. To spare our girl the embarrassment of living with a couple, let’s just say Akutagawa frequently visits and stays in your residence 

Despite being a couple, whenever Akutagawa was over he always acted as if he was a roommate rather than a lover. Actually, it was almost as if he went out of his way to not interact with you while getting ready for bed

If you made your way towards the bathroom and he was inside, Akutagawa would immediately leave. He also acted very awkward around the idea of sharing a bed with you and mumbled that it would be suitable for him to sleep on your sofa

Then you tell him you can sleep on the couch if it means he’ll get a good night’s rest on a bed. At that, Akutagawa just admits defeat and agrees to share a bed with you

This exchange happens every time he sleeps over

This boy gets flustered seeing you in your pajamas, no doubt about it. You could be wearing a sweater and some joggers and he would still blush. Akutagawa in turn always brings over a change of clothes, mostly in the form of a dark button-up with some matching long pants 

At first, Akutagawa turns the other way of your direction and lays as far away as possible. It’s not because he doesn’t like you, far from it actually. He’s just so nervous that he’ll scare you off, that he’ll somehow do something to weird you out

Your bed is moderately large, yet your apartment is terribly cold. Your boyfriend is coughing and you’re left shivering as you give him the one small blanket to use

Akutagawa knows this and can feel your trembles as your form brings vibrations through the mattress. Debating whether to break his boundaries or keep up his walls, all conflict shatters as you let out a long breath in an attempt to warm up

“Hey y/n,” he calls, finally turning around to see you

You’re already looking at him, and everything moves too fast to fully register Akutagawa hugging you close

His grasp is inexperienced, tight, and almost painful as he brings you closer to his body. Despite his stiffness, you hug your boyfriend back and he lets out a deep sigh

You laid awkwardly on top of him until he fell asleep, too nervous to wake him up from moving yet a bit uncomfortable due to the weird position. Though thinking on it more, Akutagawa was really making an effort to be a better lover to you

With a new kind of warmth in your stomach, you finally fell asleep

LMAO IM SO FUCKINT SORRY GUYS ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE POSTED 😭😭😭 This is probably hot fucking garbage and absolutely no one requested it €.€

N E ways, expect either sum first date or daddies soon 🤷‍♀️

Luv ya, apologies for any future disappointment on my end and I’m going to sleep uwu

[backtobackbakubabe]

Just Let Me Help You

Bokugo x reader where the reader gets a flat tire but is too stuburn to let Bakugo help her change it.

Most angsty fluff. No lemon yet.

Words: 1539

Written : 12/3/19

Requested: No

Your quirk was called “siren” you could hypnotize any living thing by changing the tone of your voice. It wouldn’t force them to do anything they wouldn’t normally do, but rather made them believe they wanted to do whatever it is you were saying. You’ve also been working on changing your appearance to fit what your opponent most desires. It’s an odd quirk but the fact that you could physically change your body also ment you could harden it like Kirishima. It was still a work in progress though.

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“ Fucking shit... this would fucking happen to me” you looked down at your now very flat tire and groaned. You had absolutely no idea how to change it. You pulled out your phone and sent a quick text to Todoroki to let him know you’d be late to the study group and not to wait for you.

You threw your phone back into the front seat of your car with another grunt. You pulled out the spare tire you didn’t even know you had and all the pieces that were supposed to make a..... jack? You could feel the anxiety start to bubble up. You had a flat tire. You were in a less than desirable part of town. It was getting dark. And you had no idea how to do this.

You had the owners manual out and had been trying to figure out just the jack for at least half an hour when someone cleared their throat behind you making you jump. “Oi how the fuck do you not know how to change a fucking tire?”

You took a deep breath before turning around your e/c eyes meeting scarlet ones. “What are you doing here Bakugo?”

It was no secret that things between you and the hothead had been tense lately. Right when you thought you could actually be friends he snapped and sent you back to square one. He’d been ghosting you ever since.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Icy hot said you you got a flat tire. You were taking too long and some of the extras started to worry.”

You smirked at him.“Some of the extras? Or you?”

He scoffed, “Dont flatter yourself stupid. I was just the only one who didn’t need help studying for some stupid test.” He crossed his arms over his chest, “Now hurry it up will ya? I don’t have all night!”

You rolled your eyes and returned your attention to the manual, hoping if you stared at it long enough maybe the tire would magically change itself. “This is fucking ridiculous. Move, I’ll change it myself.”

Your space was invaded by blonde hair and the smell of cinnamon when he crouched over to take whatever it was you were holding out of your hands.

You jerked the piece of metal back, “I don’t need your help! I can do this! Just leave me alone. That’s what you do best anyways!”

He gave your shoulder a light shove, “I’d love nothing more than to leave you alone! But somehow you always end popping up!”

Your eyes rolled so hard you swear you almost saw your brain. “Sorry to be such a burden on you! I’ll try to be more considerate of the all mighty Lord Explosion Murders schedule.” You used your quirk to put a little emphasis on his name just to get him riled up.

You didn’t have to look at him to know Bakugo’s eye was twitching in frustration. “You and that damned quirk... I will not let you get under my skin! Just hurry up so we can get the fuck out of here!”

You tossed your hair over your shoulder “Well get comfortable because this is going to take a while.”

You could hear him stomp off to sit on an empty bottle crate. “It’s not fucking rocket science y/n figure it out!”

“If I’m that much of an inconvenience just go home. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

He muttered something about it being a “bad part of town” before kicking a rock.

No more than 5 minutes passed by when he growled, “Come ON! You haven’t even started yet! JUST LET ME HELP YOU! ”

Your fists clinched, “Seriously do you even have an ounce of patience in that thick skull of yours?”

His eyes widened as he stood up, “PATIENCE?! No I don’t have patience for idiots who don’t know how to do simple tasks! It’s a fucking tire Y/n! Did your dad never teach you or were just a fuckint spoiled brat who used their quirk to make other people so shit for her?!”

Now you stood up frustrated tears flowing down your cheeks. You threw the wrench or whatever the hell it was (you still didn’t know) at the ground with a loud clattering noise. “No Bakugo my dad didn’t teach me how to change a tire! He didn’t get to teach me how to tie my shoes or ride a bike either. You want to know why?!.... because he died. He died before he could teach me any of it.”

You were in hysterics now, cheeks flushed red, tears streaming down your face. “But you know what he did teach me? He taught me that no matter what if I try hard enough I can do anything I set my mind to! So god damnit I’m going to fucking change this peice of shit tire!”

Your chest heaved as you struggled to regain your breath. The next thing you know two strong arms are pulling you close. “I’m so sorry y/n. I’m such a dick.” When you just started crying harder he tightened his grip around you, “hey now, see if you can match my breathing okay. The last thing I need is you hyperventilating in the middle of nowhere.”

You wrapped your arms around him and took in a deep, calming breath. Slowly coming back down from your fit. Your quirk was really sensitive to your emotions and you knew you needed to calm down before you hurt someone.

You let out a shaky laugh as you realized you were basically squeezing bakugo and he was letting you. “You may be a dick sometimes, but you do give good hugs.”

He put his chin on the top of your head, “And if you tell anyone about it I’ll kill you.”

You smiled into his chest as a blush creeped up your neck. “Your secrets safe with me.”

After a few moments he cupped your cheeks and pulled your head to look at him. “How about we compromise. You’ll do everything yourself. You just let me talk you through it. How does that sound?”

You sniffeled, “Yeah that sounds okay.”

So that’s how you leaned to change a tire. In the middle of some sketchy street with Bakugo of all people being the patient teacher. He couldn’t help the smile that took over his face when you finished. You were so proud of yourself.

“I did it! See I told you I could! Thanks Katsu!”

You had thrown yourself into his arms again, so excited. He hugged you back to your surprise, “It’s been a while since you called me that.”

You pulled back to look at him, “Well it’s been a while since you gave me a chance to” You could see the tips of his ears start to turn red. So you pushed a bit further, “I thought we were friends but then you just cut me out. Why?”

Now his whole face was red as he averted his eyes. “You know how that one day in training you were going around to everyone trying to turn yourself into whatever it was they desired?”

You eyebrows knit in confusion, “Yeah, accept I couldn’t get it to work with you. I was able to do it with everyone else. I turned into super models, famous actors, you name it. But when I got to you... nothing.”

His eyes returned to yours, “ That’s the thing y/n it did work. I was just already looking at the thing I most desired...”

If you hadn’t just cried yourself dry you may have shed a tear. “Oh... So then that means... that means you...”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. “Yes. I do. Now let’s get you some ice cream and get you home. I can feel your quirk starting to seep out and it’s driving me crazy.”

You giggled, “what do you mean my quirk is seeping out?”

He took your hand in his as he led you to the passenger seat of your own car. Ever the control freak. “You know when you get all excited or happy and your quirk kind of makes the ones around you get the weird fuzzy feeling..?”

You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep you from laughing. “Katsu my quirk doesn’t do that.”

He stopped short giving you a bewildered expression. “Huh? What do you mean? I’ve felt it!”

You leaned up on to your tip toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “No babe, that was all you.”

He sighed before pushing a stay lock of hair behind your ear, “Yeah we’re not going to tell anyone that either.”

You giggled, “Or what? You’ll kill me? I think that threats a little empty now don’t you think?”

He smirked before pushing his body against yours, pinning you to the car behind you. “No but I could think of plenty other things I could do to you.” He kissed down your neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

You arched up leaning into it “Katsu...”

The bastard just smirked, “You seem a little *ahem* frustrated. Let me help you with that.”

********************

Let me know if this was good enough for a part two?

[cottagecorewhore420]

So... my girlfriend apparently blocked my number, has read messages on other platforms, and still hasn’t answered me. She posted on fucking Pinterest the other day but I haven’t heard from her in a week. I’ve been sick with worry thinking she was back in the hospital or something- but she just is ghosting me.

I’m so fucking hurt. I’m tired. I’m exhausted. This happens everyy fuckint time. People treat me like I’m not worthy of a fucking response. A simple break up text would be better than this. I put my heart in and it gets stepped on every goddamned time.

I wrote her stories of us, pages and pages of romance. I made playlists about my feelings for her. I wrote her poetry and she loved it.

And maybe that’s on me. I never had any of those actions reciprocated. Not once did she do anything like that for me. Not once did she send me a funny pic because ‘it reminds me of you!’

I’m just so hurt. I’m so so so hurt and raw. Why would you ghost someone instead of fucking breaking up with them?! Just- just send a message. On any of the platforms I messaged on.

I feel heartbroken. I feel gullible, and stupid, and embarrassed- I feel so strongly for people and maybe that’s just not reciprocated. I feel mortified and so so fuckint stupid for believing this was real

[h20]

HA

YOU BASTARD FUCK

I WISH THIS WAS ACTUALLY FUNNY! BUT I STILL LAUGH ANYWAY!

my NOT FATHER was having a by his lonesome backyard bonfire since 7 PM, he then left the house via CAR? At 11 PM to go AROUND THE BLOCK to the STRANGERS neighbors house who also happened to be having a party with multiple men at the same time as he was. he had been complaining to me about their choice of spoken language (desperately trying to figure out what they were speaking) and counteracting their spoken language by playing songs he found fit “his” nationality? and continue to complain on the phone ways they were speaking all night until he decided to leave with “a bottle of whiskey as a peace offering” to get them to be quiet? i kept saying no. No. Don’t do that. Here’s a bunch of reasons not to do that please don’t do that.

Hours are going by, I hear his voice from our shared backyard to the house that he DROVE TO laughing and singing and yelling all night. Elderly neighbor screams “SHUT UP!” Out the window, to no avail.

Hours continue to go by. It’s 1 AM and I’m fucking tired but trauma makes sleeping with door upstairs unlocked not an option. Conintue to call and text to no answer, call mom who is located in another city in another house sleeping in bed who proceeds to scream at YOU for waking her up and that you’re “not allowed to lock the door I forbid it it is his house and you have to wait.”

Finally at 2 AM we hear the front door open. We hear two strange men yell “HELLO?” “HELLO?” “WHOS HERE?” My cats who were sleeping sprang out. I instantly stood up. I took one second and I just started screaming in the deepest possibly voice my stupid defunct body can fucking make and I sounded like a fucking Doberman. Screaming GET THE FUCK OUT GET THE FUCK OUT GET THE FUCK OUT WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU GET THE FUCK OUT

They were two men they had covid masks on in in my fucking pajamas screaming at them from downstairs screaming at them screaming like I’ve never screamed they have their arms up and I’m screaming and hysterical crying because I’m stupid but they said no this is Matt we have your “dad” my NOT DAD! And “he was at OUR PARTY and HE HAD A LITTLE TOO MUCH TO DRINK” He was on the couch comatose awake but not blinking I’ve never seen him look like that it’s always been my mom doing this not me and I told the strangers that and I fucking apologized for him crashing their fucking party and apologized I had to fucking meet them like this as I’m literally hysterical crying and begging internally for JD to save me but JD was also hysterical crying and begging for Ky to save him lol but yeah the strange men took my fucking not dad home in his own car that they drove and parked in our driveway and put him into bed for me as I fucking cried like a bitch stupid baby and they just kept saying lock the door lock the door lock the door so I locked them and now I’m back in my basement fuckint bedroom listening to this pathetic man vomit on his bedroom floor

you are the most disgusting insecure person in the world

[giranswife]

Can’t stop thinking about like domestic stuff with Giran especially like sleeping together (and I mean actually sleeping there is only mild spice in the hcs tho) and I wanted to do some hcs of what it’s like when it comes to sharing a bed w this bastard.

The man actually goes to bed like at a decent time. Depending on how busy we both are this can change but he’s relatively in bed a lot fucking sooner than I would. But he can stay up with me on nights that we both either can’t sleep or just don’t want to or haven’t done much so we’re still awake.

This means that I’m the last one to go to bed, though he can coax me to come pretty easy with the promise of cuddles or something more which he does constantly. And it works so who am I to really judge it.

Since I toss and turn in my sleep, he’s gotten pretty much used to the excessive movement in the middle of the night. What he doesnt like is my habit of stealing the blankets or kicking them off entirely in my sleep.

Which he gets me back in which how LOUD the mf snores. And seeing as he falls asleep much easier than me most nights... you can see the issue here. But honestly at this point I’m so used to it that it’s like oh well. It’s noise and I can’t sleep in complete silence anyway.

He also understands that some nights I have to have a light source bc I get rly anxious in the dark if I can’t see at all. So he’ll have some type of light for me and doesn’t ever like make me feel ridiculous for it either.

Not a huge cuddler like falling asleep wise. He’ll cuddle me up until the point that it’s like okay I’m actually going to sleep now, and he’ll turn over. Which doesn’t bother me. He will, though, cuddle me in his sleep which is so fuckint wodneodneodkdw just good shit. Very good shit.

I fall asleep like a lot easier if he’s rubbing my back or massaging my scalp. So he’ll do a little of the two for a good while before he falls asleep which is really nice. I’ve found it to be like the big reason I’ve been able to fall asleep and get into a routine. But irs kinda bad bc I’m so used to it I almost rely on it ^^;;;

I’m sorry but I’m Hc it now. He talks in his sleep. Isn’t like crazy often but sometimes he’ll mumble random shit and I will totally tease him for it later. Which is funny bc i talk in my sleep too so it’s just a circle of teasing.

Sometimes he can be a fucking space heater to sleep next to but this isn’t like constant. It just depends really and honrslty most of the time it’s like a nice kinda like feeling and I love that he’s warm especially given I get cold in the night bc of how cool we keep our room.

He also gets super annoyed sometimes bc I tend to like take up the whole god damn bed. We literally have a huge ass fucking bed— if you’ve ever seen an Alaskan king that’s close to the size. So there’s plenty of room and somehow yo bitch still has! Taken up! All the room! And he has to softly wake me up and nudge me to move over or just move me himself which he’s done plenty of times.

Since he gets up a lot earlier than I do he tries his best not to wake me up. Doesn’t need alarms most days because he’ll just. Wake up. Imagine that. I don’t set an alarm and I fcking sleep until 6 in the afternoon and he just has a god damn internal clock. But on the days where he knows he’s tired he’ll set an alarm but he still wakes up before it sometimes.

That being said, sometimes it doesn’t work and I wake up when I feel him leave. And it sucks because it’ll be so early in the morning and I can’t go back to bed. Like I know I probably should get up but like— the bed is so comfy and I just want another hour or so.

So when I’m finally awake he’s already had two cups of coffee, worked for a bit, and then still had time to order breakfast and have it get here and I’m still asleep. He’ll either wake me up to have breakfast with him, or eat the breakfast and order me food whenever I decide to wake up. That depends on the day and what my plans are.

But when I do wake up I expect a lot of god damn kisses and shit. Teasing me for sleeping in and calls me cute a bunch of times. Has coffee or tea waiting for me and tells me a bit about the adventures of my sleepy self. Let’s me sit in his lap knowing I need a few minutes to get myself fully awake and functioning properly.

And if like we nap in the middle of the day which is so freaking rare for him to actually nap— it’s really fuckint nice. There’s just something about laying down with him for a small little nap and being in his arms and feeling him rubbing my back while I slowly nod off. It’s really ducking nice. Sometimes I’ll come over to his place in the early days of our relationship just to nap on him. And he doesn’t mind one bit. He’s just comfy to lay on okay.

[nickhustlebones]

In regards of me leaving tumblr, here is why.

As of lately, I am more stressed and upset more than I am bubbly and happy. In all honesty, tumblr makes me a smidge more unhappy. I'm tired of not being able to have an opinion on here without my inbox and messages being flooded with hate, it's annoying as hell. More than half of the people on wrestling tumblr are nothing but people who are too defensive about their favorites, thus making is super hard to express an opinion without hearing. "wOWOWOWOW OHMYGODCANCELLED C A N CELLED" yall are super overdramatic about it sometimes.

I just miss being able to have a voice without fearing the worst. I cant express wrestlers I like without having to block ten people each time because you guys dont know how to behave around a person who doesnt agree with you. (Like when I said I dont like dean and I dont find finn attractive.)

I'm normally NEVER this defensive, bit this is bottled up anger over the past few months and more so over the past three weeks. I just want yall to fuckint behave yourselves because a lot of you dont understand that I have a different opinion. In short, this place is pretty toxic.

For a bit, my struggles were an inside joke with few that now is an issue and a problem.

So I dont know when I'm leaving and for how long. I might leave tonight and come back in a couple of weeks.

[northwoodsenid]

Life has a way of throwing everything on me at once. I’m really glad I’m getting back into therapy to deal with this shit.

Our ex landlord isn’t giving us our security deposit back AND is trying to charge us an extra 200 bucks. The itemized list he included is such bull shit especially charging someone 300 for cleaning. We had a friend who professionally cleans cabins help us out and she is flabbergasted. He is trying to charge us for normal wear and tear and charging us for repairs he had to cover while we lived there (including issues with the stove and washer and dryer) I know he can’t actually charge us for this shit and if it goes to small claims court we have the laws on our side..

But also, when I almost lost custody of my oldest when I hit rock bottom one of the things was the state of my house. So my brain jumps back to that amy and I can’t calm down. I have been shaking all day and unable to fully breathe and terrified I’m a failure of a mother and I’m going to get my kids taken away. Obviously these are issues I haven’t fully walked through in therapy so I guess a plus is realizing I need to talk through them?

I’m just.. tired. Now the joseph adoption stuff will need to take a back burner so we can get this figured out. If he would have just kept all of our depsoit that would have sucked but I would have dealt, but trying to get MORE money from us??? Well fuck off dude. I’m so glad I have Topher and Celeste for this kind of stuff. I’m learning to stand up for myself but I’m not quite at the drafting a legal letter to tell someone no fuckint way.

[irrelevant-host]

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[katelynandherkitkats]

My mental capacity tires me out so fucking fast, I’m prolly just fuckint depressed right? I mean, thats why I can only go to the car shop, then the car rental shop, then home, then parked the car, then go back out of the house, parellel park moms car, go in the house, eat, go back out, take moms car and park inside and put the other car in the street to park, then going back in, finish eating, sit in bed for 2 hours, makeup and pick erica up, go to skechers and WALK AROUND THE FUCKING MALL BTW, then drive to walmart, then walk around, talk, trying on clothes, coming out with only 1 JEANS for a job im gonna work 5 DAYS A WEEK FOR, stressed out and overthink about plan B’s, cant figure it out, starts to forget things and nearly lose sense that Im here at walmart with a friend,

cant finish