#ok. god. bye!!!!!!!!!!

[cerealmonster15]

um 🕺 fic ideas ive had in my brain a while that i havent gotten around to writing,,, via progressively rougher doodles lol. ramblings about the story ideas under da cut

first is treycay fic ft trey + his friendship with rook and vil, and also recently i considered adding cay + his friendship with light/pop music club perspective too. idk we’ll see. but initially the concept was like rook n vil seeing cay/trey all close and cute and making some comment to trey after cater leaves that theyd be cute together. trey admits he tried asking cater out once before but was REJECTED!!! but thru the power of friendship and introspection and self growth or whatever, thats not where their story ends!!!!!!!!! i had an idea like it a lil while ago and then i had a DREAM ABOUT IT in a very similar sense so the ideas kinda merged. def wanna write it sometime i miss treycay so much OUGH. it would go a lot into the nature of their friendship and personalities and stuff. i have THOUGHTS and FEELINGS and OPINIONS about them. caters crying in the last shot but IT’S OK HES FINE THIS IS A HAPPY STORY!!! HAPPY ENDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

second one i had the idea for like, nearly if not a year ago lol. it would be a more ambitious one bc it would involve all the second years and im SCARED lol. specifically it’d be kalim centric in a kalisil story about kalim wanting to mend the broken relationship between a recently BROKEN UP JAMIAZU!!!!!! with the help of his good buddy classmate silver :) and also the other second years bc once they get together theyre all like “yea jamil and azul’s vibes have been horrendous ever since they broke up and it’s unbearable for everyone around them so we have to Do Something Right Now!!!” i think it was gonna involve kalim throwing a second year mixer party /scheming with the other second years , and he’d get extra help from silver and theyd grow all close n cute by the end..... but that one ive never thought out the details past the basic premise so thats largely why i havent written it.....[yet👀?]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[gravedigg]

The Magician - Dorian Pavus

[kitamars]

gay lawyers man. crazy

[mychemicalbrromance]

#1 like a prayer fan none of you understand (insane)

[caedi]

JACK & JOKER (2024)

"Let's play truth or dare, like old times."

[collophora]

This fic is leaving rent free in my head since a week so go read it: Haunting by @iiidunno : https://archiveofourown.org/works/54832273/chapters/138984958 [Edit] ok I put half a BG 'cause really It was bothering me

[creepycrunchyart]

doom & gloom (go in the dark)

[cthulhum]

and dean winchester thought he was unlovable and didnt deserve happiness he hated himself and thought eveyone would eventually leave him and then a literal fucking angel fell in love with him. like loved him more than anything else in the world.

[peitalo]

punnett square-dancing

[starryarts]

made a cover for my soriku playlist

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hey can you guys watch them for a second

[deoidesign]

And my girlfriends?

yeah.

they smoke weed.

(original post) (sometimes a copypasta fits your character so well...)

[kitamars]

swap! swap! swap!

[mail-me-a-snail]

tune in next time for more of the game samer im snail reich and that sounds pretty good to me!