Vigilmaker ❤️ (used A Reference Frame)

literally gonna kiss that curly headed fuck

the empath in the room: *screaming and crying and throwing up* please…. someone make it stop

me in the corner thinking about stabbing and killing and maiming and death and descrtuction:

Sobbing

Screaming

Crying

Throwing up

…..

WHY DOES SKIP AND LOAFER HAVE TO BE NEWWWWW I WANT MORE NYOWWWWWWWW

AO3 going down is almost like taking away a vape from a teenager that’s “not addicted”

My Adrian themed phone layout (slightly chaotic)

Feel free to use for Inspo or something :D

Eddie Munson + Text Posts ♡

In the Margins | K.Bakugou

Katsuki tries to be subtle about how much he likes you. He really, really does. There’s no explanation as to why, it’s just how he is. 

When surrounded by reporters, he glares and does his best not to respond. After all, no answer is less satisfactory than a string of insults when his hostilities are still an interesting headline. When someone asks him if it’s true that he has a romantic interest, that’s the only time his eyes widen in surprise. They still don’t get an answer as his PR specialist doesn’t give him time to respond, but given a moment longer the latest headliner would’ve been about his relationship with you— Or at the very least, a blurry paparazzi photo collage of the two of you, and a single photo of his particularly annoyed expression, captioned: “Dynamight reacts to dating claims!” 

He doesn’t really talk about you with his friends, but it becomes a running joke that to get his attention they should call your name. They sit together at a restaurant, Katsuki in the seat furthest from the action. No matter the topic of conversation, nothing seems to elicit an exciting response from him (if you don’t count the angry fist-slam on the counter when he commands Denki to stop stealing his fries). But when Kirishima turns to the entry and says, “Hey, it’s Y/N!”, he jolts to attention, swiveling in his chair and looking to the doorway, only to find that no one is there. The boys holler and laugh, calling him loverboy and the like, saying how pleased you would’ve been to see it. Katsuki fumes. He’s glad that he’s known for being angry. It masks how much he wishes that you had actually walked through that door. 

He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself when left alone in your presence. He wants to look at you, but when you make eye contact with him, he glares. When you talk to him, he scoffs a nonchalant response. But his body language can’t feign interest: he turns in your direction even when unspoken to, his voice deepens and his fingers drum nervously in his lap when you’re around. Even if he chooses to keep his distance, his thoughts keep you near. This much he can’t deny, and when you ask him on a date one night, he finds that he can’t deny you either. 

Things are different when he’s by himself entirely. He thinks about how nice your hair looked or how the dress you wore to dinner suited you. He prepares lunch for tomorrow, two servings: one for himself, and the other he will give to you, claiming they are leftovers. He rereads the texts you’ve sent him and looks for deeper meaning, but doubts there actually is any. It doesn’t stop him from smiling when he receives a goodnight message from you though. 

He doesn’t let you know everything. But he does let you know some things, to be extrapolated from there. If he recognizes that you wore lipstick he makes no comment, if he notices the way you sit closely he doesn’t move. He won’t tell you that he thinks red looks stunning on you, or that he likes it when your knees bump his. But he memorizes the shape of your lips as you speak, tracing the curve of your smile to find later in his dreams. 

When he finally tells you he loves you, you know he means it. Bakugou Katsuki is nothing if not true to himself.

He may never be an open book for you, aside from his rare outward confessions. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be read. Flitting fingers on the back of your hand, a palm placed softly on your waist, warm meals, perfected drink orders and flowers on your doorstep without a card, only his name. He walks you home even when it’s inconvenient, takes the last train home to stay later with you, and runs through the rain to give you his spare umbrella, complaining about how wet his socks are only once you’re out of earshot. His rough hands learn to be gentle, and though he doesn’t whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his kisses linger on your hands, your lips, your neck. 

His gestures are humble but he makes them feel extravagant. It’s the same when he gets down on one knee in your shared bedroom, presenting a ring that only has one meaning; when he smiles softly as you walk down the aisle, wearing a dress you had talked about but he’d never seen; when he comes home to you every night, spending a few extra minutes in bed when morning comes; when he feels age in his bones but stays youthful with you.  

Bakugou Katsuki’s love is of the subtle variety: no bold text or pretty font, looping in and around a perfectly crafted story. But it’s written in the margins, permanent marker bleeding through the pages: There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be with you. 

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A/N: Let’s just call this one a tribute to my 1 year blog anniversary, a reiteration of how I view love, the core of every work I’ve written so far— I will indulge in it over and over again.

Date posted: 3/10/23

Hello tumblr!!!!

So uh I was wondering if perhaps someone had an invite code they would be alr with letting me have. I’ve been looking for awhile and this is kind of my last resort (I don’t have friends or at least any with toy house and if this could be a great way to make some :D)

Pretty please with whatever character twice your age your obsessed with on top (or bottom if you’re like that ;3) just send me a message! And I’ll be glad to do some sort of art trade for it as long as what’s requested isn’t any nsfw material, I can provide some of my work in messages upon request.

Eddie with straight hair??

I’d like to imagine he went to a barber or something after years of cutting and doing his own hair and they ended up straightening it.

Dustin hiding behind Mike as he silently judges this new style choice while mike is just like “brother?” Bc yk, bowl cut lookin ass-

Might end up redoing this so

Can you make a Henderson fem! Reader x Eddie Munson where ready is in hellfire club to pick up Dustin and as she waiting in the background for their campaign to be over and in the middle of the campaign reader starts to hum one of Corroded Coffin and he is caught off guard

Hot Sister

GENRE: fluff

You really didn't feel like driving home just to come back and pick dustin up, so you decided to stay and watch while Dustin's D&D club played.

They had broken for discussion and the room was now quiet, quiet enough for Eddie to hear you humming the guitar riff of his song from Corroded Coffin.

"Henderson!" Eddie yells to Dustin with wide eyes and a bright smile.

"Why didn't you tell me your hot sister knew my music?" Your face felt warm at his description of you, and considering you had a crush on him and were a fan of him you felt very on the spot.

Dustin's face contorts in disgust.

"She asked and went to your show. And don't call my sister hot!"

Excited, Eddie looks over to you who was feeling very shy amidst all this.

"Last Saturday?" He asks and points his finger at you. You grin and nod your head slowly. He claps his hands together and pumps his fist in the air.

"Dude! I cant believe your hot sister went to my show and you didn't tell me!" He starts to scold Dustin.

"Stop saying that!" Dustin yells back to him. All you can do is smile as Eddie walks over.

"Sorry I didn't see you there, doll. Don't know how I could miss you." He says genuinely.

"I was sat in the back, didn't want to embarrass myself." You chuckle and cross your legs.

"Nahhh, embarrass how? Would've loved to see Henderson's hot sister at my show." Dustin groans in the background and you just giggle and hide your face. He lightly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand down, making eye contact with you. It felt like you could stare into those dark eyes of his forever, just swimming in the abyss.

"We have another show tomorrow. Be there?"

"Be there." You confirm with a smile that he returns eagerly before thanking Dustin for having you as a sister.