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omgg baby’s 1st birthday!! 👏

my moots younger than 17 block this tag underneath for this acc

and for my writing acc pomeloblush block melo’s club ty

Are we on Tumblr cuz we still awkward teenage girls

Or

Are we still awkward teenage girls cuz we on Tumblr....?

HI IRISSS

the first one, tumblr is where i can be a faceless cringe gooner nerd

FUCK U BITCHES FOR SHOWING ME THE BLLK NEW CHAPTER LEAK ON TT IM DELETING TT I HATE THIS SHIT I HATE EVERYONE

I HAD ALREADY DELT WITH ONE SPOLIER BEFORE AND THEN I SEE TBJS SHIT IM FLIPPING MY LID.

❝ SPUN IN YOUR WEB ❞ — yukimiya kenyu

tags: gn!reader, spiderman!yukimiya, college!au, fluff, non-descriptive depictions of wounds

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spiderman!yukimiya who’s vision got repaired after getting bit by a radioactive spider in the middle of the academic year and gained powers.

spiderman!yukimiya who sits in front of you in class with his thin metal rimmed glasses that you're convinced he doesn't need because he should not be squinting like that, and when confronted about it says it's a fashion choice. not convincing.

spiderman!yukimiya who is effortlessly the top student of his class and cohort for sciences and mathematics.

spiderman!yukimiya who the professor assigns as your tutor for chemistry, but as the semester progresses, he starts showing up less and less, sometimes even rain checking at the last minute.

spiderman!yukimiya who always brings you pizza to share as an apology for being late or no-showing. you're not sure if he actually paid for it or just stole it from his part-time job.

spiderman!yukimiya who seems to have more and more wounds littered on his skin and bandages wrapped around his arms.

spiderman!yukimiya who refuses to tell you the truth on what happened and just says he got them from skating. also not convincing in the slightest.

spiderman!yukimiya who, battered and bruised, barely makes it to your house on time for tutoring one day and feels his heart crack at the look on your face when you force him down onto your bed and return from the bathroom carrying a first aid kit.

spiderman!yukimiya who just smiles through a wince while you're kneeled in front of him cleaning his gashes, softly asking what's gotten into him and begging him not to get into fights anymore because that's not like him.

spiderman!yukimiya who thinks you look rather cute even just dipping cotton balls into disinfectant.

spiderman!yukimiya who tries and fails to use humour to try lifting your concerned frown and make light of the situation.

spiderman!yukimiya who jokes that you're the only person he knows that prefers a man smelling like antiseptic than looking bloodied. you don't laugh.

spiderman!yukimiya who tells you that you're much better at patching him up than he does himself despite your shoddy job at stitching. you argue that sewing up holes in clothing is nothing like sealing cuts shut.

spiderman!yukimiya who would rather you think he gets into fights on the regular than get dragged into his world of danger.

spiderman!yukimiya who keeps showing up to your place in tatters despite his reservations, his trust in you surprising himself.

spiderman!yukimiya who wants to keep you as far away from him and his double life to protect you, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with his growing feelings.

spiderman!yukimiya who against his better judgement and spidey senses, begins falling for you, one assignment and one bandage at a time.

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MEND (soz, ma)

what do you do if toji snaps during an argument and breaks your favorite flower vase

wc: 978, angst to fluff, gn reader, tw is in the summary it’s nothing much, i lowk hate the way i wrote reader soz not soz, not proof read

toji does his best not to angry at you. he really, really does. but this argument has been squeezing his brain like a knotted muscle, something he couldn’t relax or sooth. and now, his usual patience has worn thin, and with a sudden, swift move, he shatters the flower vase closest to him, big arms taking up the whole proximity.

you flinch back, freezing with terror in your eyes as you watch water pool on the ground, hearing heavy breathing from your boyfriend. his eyes are covered up partly with his eyes and his big hands clutch on the nearest furniture, hunching his back over. not even a minute passes before he straightens his back and walks towards the small genkan, slipping his shoes on before leaving without another word, leaving you to deal with the scraps of glass and flower petals scattering on the ground.

toji doesn’t return until three and a half hours later, some time after midnight. the jingle of his pair of keys echo in the dark entryway, head hanging low as he watches himself slowly take off his shoes next to your smaller ones. he scoots them a little closer with the side of his feet, gazing down at the difference in style and size for a moment before stepping in. he brings a hand towards the wall to flick on the soft glow of the hallway lights, casting a shadowy path towards the kitchen. his other hand holds a small grocery bag gently rustling in his hands. it spills out with a bouquet (he did his best to find whatever store was open, staying for a good twenty minutes searching for pretty flowers that had even the smallest hint of your favorite color) and two new flower vases similar to the ones he had shattered.

fushiguro is already placing the bag down by the small, circular dining table, stripping the flowers out of its plastic with whatever quietness he could make and cuts the stems at the inch and angle you always scold him to cut it at. without any haste in his movement, he carefully arranges the two vases with whatever creative talent he had. he pulls back a chair and sits heavily, not minding the creak of it. no, he’s too focused on the two vases anyways. and how he should apologize. fuck, he should apologize right now. wake you up and literally go on his knees.

he leans back on the backrest, running a hand through his hair as his vision blurs and sees the world upside down. and just as he’s almost convinced that his eye sight has gotten worse, he sees your figure standing a few feet away from him. he stumbles in his seat before quickly getting on his feet, a hand gripping on the backrest as if he was about to pass out, needing it for support.

“… you okay ?” you whisper shyly, fingers twisting the hem of your sleepwear. toji notices the croak of your voice and the way your under eyes have puffed up and reddened, and he swallows a thick lump down his throat. despite it all, you’re still so kind to him. a pure angel.

“… yeah.”

“mm.”

you’re eyes flickered over towards the two vases, vibrant hues of flower petals shining beneath the light. your swallow back a shaky voice, but your remaking bottom lip doesn’t defend you.

“you bought new ones ..?”

“‘m so sorry, ma.”

your choke out a sob, bringing the back of your hand up to your eyes to wipe them gently, salty tears spilling out as you try to stop them, not wanting your eyes to be even puffer than they already were. toji catches the sight of your bandaged fingers and he takes a stride forward. than another. and another. and another until his big arms wrap around your smaller frame as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

“‘m sorry, ma. promise ‘ya i am.” he can feel you shake your head on his chest, trying to speak out a sentence without stumbling on your words. you know he isn’t good with his words, he’s never been. toji’s too cocky for his own good, and sometimes, in times of need like this, it becomes his biggest enemy.

“‘m sorry, ‘ji, i was talking and talking and—”

“nah, don’worry. ‘like it when you yell at me, anyways.” he pulls back slightly to see your face, all red and snot dripping down your nose as you fanned your face with a hand. toji grins slightly, bringing a big, calloused hand on your face to wipe off the fat tears away from your cheeks. “deserved it, didn’t i ?”

“no ..”

“well, i think i did. i broke your favorite vase ‘n everything.” he bends his back slightly to press a gentle kiss on your cheekbone, tucking in your hair with unfamiliar gentleness. that gets a weak chuckle out of you, but it was good enough for toji.

“… maybe you did deserve it.”

“yeah, maybe.” another gentle kiss is placed on your cheek, quickly trying to reduce the amount of tears in your glossy eyes. “flowers aren’t gonna fix it, isn’t it.”

you wipe the drool of snot away from your nose and toji grabs the edge of his t-shirt and lifts it slightly to wipe away your wet cheeks, crunching down a frown as he sees you stain his shirt with your mucus.

“it fixed a bit of it.” you sniffle out, giving him a weak smile before glancing back at the bundle. the table is messy and the air smells like a greenery, but that’s okay. well, maybe not okay. you’ll give toji a good smack on the head that’ll leave a bump for a few days and ban him to the couch for a while, but this is a step.

This what i think bakugou's room looks like. Very minimalist. Throw in some weight for exercising somewhere, an all might poster on the wall and his fave figurine too on the desk.

I think he'd also have LED lights but like hidden under his desk or behind his bed