My Lovely Husband Nagi Didn’t Deserve That I Hope Yall Know.

sometimes i genuinely think if i spend time pondering about why people don’t fw me like i fw them anymore, i get blindsided and not pay attention to the people who actually still love and treat me the same way.

laying in bed thinking about how good shoyo would be taking care of me while i’m sick.

i hate people drawing maomao white

sukuna would fear us atlas….

self ships would hate my ass like why is this girl so stubborn gtfo !!!!!!

ate this up like a last meal

street racer au! with shoyo, set in rio, somewhere near the beach. crowds of people, laughter and exhaust fumes filling the air, portuguese music playing the background from someone’s car. shoyo steps out of his own car, sleek, fancy, probably a bright color, and his eyes immediately land on you. there’s a wide grin on his face, cocky and unshakable. people surround him, clapping him on the back, congratulating him; girls rush to him, fawning and asking for his number—for just one chance. but he’s staring at you. he makes a beeline for you, sweeping you up in his arms and spinning you around. the world fades away, music the only thing you can hear and yadda yadda yadda

later that night, when the lights of the sleepless city have dimmed, all the celebrations have finished, and beer cans have been emptied, street racer!shoyo sits with you in his car. the cool breeze bites his nose and he can hear the subtle crashing of waves in the background. he’s always filled with adrenaline after races, especially one’s he wins, but there’s something about the quiet still of sitting with you— the one he loves— that makes him feel a special type of thrill. basking in the moment, he closes his eyes and tilts his head toward the sky.

you giggle, leaning in to whisper in his ear. your breath tickles his skin and sends goosebumps down his spine.

“why’re you looking up there? im right here.”

he opens his eyes and beams down at you, smile widening, “im thanking the universe for today.”

you plant a kiss to his cheek, grinning as largely as him when you pull away. “yeah, seeing you win was pretty cool.”

he laughs, pulling you in once again. the heat from your body against his is electrifying. his lips move against yours fervently, and he pulls away, panting. catching his breath, he presses his forehead to yours.

it’s not enough, he thinks. however close he can be to you, it’s never enough.

“winning was cool,” he admits, and he can feel the excitement from earlier today rise in his stomach. “but…”

“but?” you echo, your chest rising and falling in tandem with his.

his heart pounds with the same ferocity of the ocean crashing in the distance. it beats louder than the quiet hum of his car.

“but…” he continues, eyes locking with yours, “i wasn’t thanking the universe for the win.”

you tilt your head, pulling away from him. he tries not to react to the loss of feeling.

you laugh softly. “what’s more deserving of thanks than winning a race?”

he pauses, but then, he speaks— uncharacteristically soft, but entirely sure.

“winning you.”

someone give me the courage and motivation to write again

what’s in my bags <3

ty for the tag tiff!

i guess rn i’ve been into (this is lwk bc of meeya and toke)

barbarian bakugou

rivals with bakugou

and deaf bf bakugou

ntp: @tokeposts @twiishaa @sahrberrii

tag game!!

reblog with one of your fictional (or real/celebrity!!) crushes and your top three favorite tropes/dynamics when reading fanfiction (x reader or chara x chara) about them! i’ll go first:

oikawa tōru

・ college au

・popular x popular

・exes to lovers

tags: @xoxochb @x3nafix @inkstainsonmysheets @haeerizm @shootingstargirl2001 @shyandsweetbunny2 @inmyheaddd @mrsarnold @catchmeonyourceiling @foxed-and-frazzled @aezuria @je-suis-indesicive @dollevve + anyone else who would like to participate!!

i have no idea what them todo for melo it’s stressing me

pinkpantheress for Vivienne westwood