Webwisp - ⛅️

your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

iris by goo goo dolls really is insane though. I'd give up forever to touch you? you're the closest to heaven I'll ever be? all I can breathe is your life? and I don't want the world to see me cause I don't think they'd understand? when everything's meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am? does anyone hear me.

top three most romantic gifts of all time

they should invent activities for sleepy people with no energy

you have a disgusting "true love" fetish

slapping this badge on my blog

lol he doesnt even know

bakugou katsuki feels like vulnerability is something stolen, a secret meant to be kept by tight lips and heartfelt promises.

the way he drags himself to your shared living space, the hero persona he so carefully crafted slowly melting away just as his gear is replaced with his human clothes, baggy to let him breathe; then he allows himself to be.

you see him shift, turn into his less polished and sharp around the edges self, lovely and unguarded as he busies himself with the comfort pans and pots. a low rant under his breath about some rookie sidekick that has him on his nerves; expert hands swiftly cutting vegetables into perfect bites and throwing them into a sizzling pan.

he sighs. heavily, with the weight of the safety of a whole city digging on his shoulders, surely thinking the sizzle could cover the exhaustion seeping through his bones.

something in your chest clenches, urging you to comfort him; to help him carry the weight of the burden that comes with his lifelong dream. sadly you aren't a hero, so instead you decide to reassure him with your little mundane ways.

with light steps you do your very best to sneak up on him and he lets you, pretending his cooking and ranting prevents him from hearing you approach but god knows he needs it.

bakugo needs the normalcy of your loving touch against his skin, tender hands sneaking around his waist and under his shirt, comforting and curious when they meet skin, looking for fresh injuries to fuss over; you rest your cheek on his back.

wanting him closer but allowing him to shield his face, giving him the grace to close his eyes and melt into your touch. "stop messing around, dumbass" but your hands keep moving, tracing the well worked crevices of his body just like an expert cartographer draws a shoreline none. he asks you to stop but his voice lacks the usual bite, more tired than annoyed you try to relieve some tension rubbing his muscles; first the waist and moving north.

bakugo feels your warm open palms resting on his chest, he genuinely hopes you don't feel his heart skip when you press a kiss on his spine but god he needed that.

because, as strong as his hero persona was bakugo katsuki was only human. one that hurts and breaks and struggles with asking for help to put back the pieces; luckily your love and compassion are just the right glue.

dj two headed calf is so happy to see twice as many faces as usual