The Gif In Your Header Is Very Relaxing And I Love Your Accent Color!! (do You Happen To Know The Name

the gif in your header is very relaxing and I love your accent color!! (do you happen to know the name of it by any chance? my best guess is some shade of mauve)

You actually complimented it *sniffs* suddenly very soft,,, thank you kohi

also

Colors in English confuse me 😋 so couldn't tell you the name but here's the exact code for it lmao

Hello please reblog this if you're okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

we all know atsumu has great thighs

BUT WHAT ABOUT KITA HE DESERVES RECOGNITION FOR HIS THIGHS TOO

Seven stages of falling in love.

Synopsis: You’re afraid of needles and Bakugou is not the most suitable person that should be handling your shots for seven days.

Pairing: bakugou x reader

Warnings: cursing, I have no idea how long it is since it’s written on my phone this time, probably a lot of errors

Genre: fluff, some tiny bit angst but a happy ending so no worries

A/N: I was on a 9-hour road trip and wrote this to keep me sane.

BTW 50 followers yaay!

Day 1

“What do you mean I need to get antibiotic shots for a week?!” You exclaimed, refusing to believe what you just heard. It was just a sore throat, or so you had thought. You never liked doctors, so you rarely saw one, but when your ‘sore throat’ lasted for a whole month, your friends literally forced you to go see one.

You knew it wasn’t anything important, but maybe it would help to get a home rest for a day or two, giving you a little more time to binge anime study for that one exam that was coming up.

All your hopes and dreams died when you;

a) didn’t get to have any home rest, cause apparently, you didn’t have to stay home for a sore throat,

b) had to get shots for a week?!

This was why you hated doctors! You went in for a sore throat, hoping to get a home rest, and got what? A week of-

“It means what I just said.” The doctor answered your question gruffly, making you send him a questioning look. Weren’t the doctors supposed to be all nice and smiley? This one sure wasn’t.

“I don’t want to!” You whined, “Isn’t there a pill or something I could take?” He sent you a look that could only mean, are you dumb or something?

But you couldn’t care less about what he thought about you, though he was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen, all you were thinking about was doing whatever you could to not get any shots. “Is there no other way?” You asked, once again. This caused him to sigh loudly, turning his red eyes once again on you.

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This is so beautiful I can't even- just read it.

it’s unexpected. uncalled for, really.

the last thing he expected when he came to you—eyes dulled behind smudged glass, crease between his eyebrows barely prominent, lips pulled taut ever so slightly—was for you to deny him entry through your doorway. granted, it was somewhere near midnight when he texted you, a few minutes shy of thirty past when he knocked on your door, but you had assured him it was okay. the grueling hours it took to get himself there in front of you are swiftly chipped away with each second of silent staring—why were you staring?—and he finds humility, worn and weary, standing on his doorstep. there he waits, bitter wind nipping at his ears, impending frown colored yellow by a nearby lightbulb, thoughts tinged with looming regret, until you pull him back—or forward, actually. you pull him to you, squeezing as if it were of utmost importance, as if something terrible would happen if you waited just a second longer. and he lets you, of course; tsukishima was never one for unnecessary questions.

unnecessary.

that’s what it is.

this—this desperation, this warmth, this compassion—it’s unnecessary. for him. for someone so uncaring, detached, empty—

you sniffle.

he sucks in a breath, frozen.

yet through the ice of lost sensibility he feels:

a lump in his throat; the pounding of his heart echoing in his ears; the stinging cold burning his eyes.

he doesn’t want to think about it.

what he would do without this, without you.

why?

because it’s unnecessary.

he removes his hands from the safety of his pockets, clutching at the material of your sweater and nuzzling into the crook of your neck as if there were nowhere else he’d rather be. nowhere else he could be.

there is nowhere else.

slowly, he closes his eyes.

he breathes.

and everything falls.

in the dead of winter there is warmth

part one of this collection of drabbles

thank you @snoozless & @querenciaas for beta reading <3

Okay, announcement!

I made a sideblog where I publish my NSFW content, and I'm a little more active there atm.

So if you want to check it out, dm me! I won't give out the name because it's nsfw, but I'll give the name by dms! Okay thank you that's it, muah!