letter to theo by vincent van gogh
Get back up again.
especially w my outfit boards vs my actual style š
hi! could you do bakugo x reader and she gets pregnant while they're in UA? (college au)
Unplanned
Your hands tremble as you stare down at the tiny test in your grip. Two pink lines. Itās faint, but there. You check the instructions again, as if you havenāt already memorized them, as if the result is going to change.
āOh, shit.ā The words fall from your lips before you can stop them.
The sound of the bathroom door creaking open makes you jump. āOi, what the hellās takinā you so long?ā Bakugoās gruff voice echoes in the small dorm bathroom.
You donāt respond immediately. You canāt. Your pulse is hammering in your ears, drowning out every rational thought. How are you supposed to tell him?
āHey.ā His voice is closer now. He mustāve stepped inside. āYou sick or somethinā?ā
You whip around, nearly knocking over the soap dispenser in your panic. āKatsuki!ā You hide the test behind your back, swallowing thickly. āWhat are you doing in here?ā
His eyes narrow. āWhat the hell do you mean? This is my dorm too, dumbass.ā
Right. Youāre in his dorm. You hadnāt even realized your feet took you here instead of your own.
His crimson eyes scan you, taking in your nervous stance, the way your shoulders are hunched, how your grip behind your back is so tight your knuckles have gone white. He scowls. āWhat are you hiding?ā
Your heart lurches. āNothing!ā
āBullshit.ā He steps forward, faster than you can react, and before you know it, his hand is snatching the test from behind your back.
āWaitāā
But itās too late. His gaze drops to the small stick in his grasp. A thick silence follows.
For once in his life, Katsuki Bakugo is speechless.
You watch his expression shiftāconfusion, realization, then something unreadable. His grip tightens around the test, and his breath comes out in a slow, controlled exhale. āThe fuck is this?ā His voice is eerily calm.
You swallow hard. āI⦠I just found out. I was going to tell you, I swearāā
He doesnāt move, doesnāt speak. Heās just standing there, staring at the test like itās a grenade about to go off.
āKatsuki?ā Your voice is small, and you hate it.
His gaze snaps to yours. āYouāre pregnant?ā
You nod.
Another silence.
Then, his shoulders sag. He rubs a rough hand down his face and exhales sharply. āShit.ā
āI know.ā
His hands go to his hips, and he paces the tiny bathroom like a caged animal. āHow the fuck did this happen? I mean, I know how it happenedāā He stops and glares at you. āWere you not on the pill?ā
Your jaw drops. āExcuse me?ā
āIām just askinā!ā
āI was!ā You throw your hands up. āI donāt know, maybe it failed! Maybe you have super sperm! I donāt know, Katsuki, I didnāt exactly plan this either!ā
He groans, dragging both hands through his hair before resting them on his hips again. His jaw is clenched so tight you think he might break his teeth.
āI canāt believe this,ā he mutters.
Your stomach sinks. āYou think I can?ā Your voice wobbles. āDo you think I wanted this? Weāre still in school, Katsuki.ā
His head snaps up, and the way his gaze sharpens makes your breath hitch. āWhat? You think Iām just gonna ditch you?ā
You blink. āIāā
āThe hell do you take me for?ā His voice is rough, but not angry. Not exactly. āI wouldnāt fucking do that.ā
You suddenly feel small, vulnerable in a way youāre not used to. āI just⦠I donāt know what to do.ā
He exhales slowly. When he steps forward, heās cautious, deliberate. His hands land on your shoulders, firm but gentle. āHey.ā His voice is softer now. āWeāll figure it out.ā
Your eyes sting. āYeah?ā
He nods. āYeah.ā A deep breath. āWeāre gonna be fine.ā
You donāt know if thatās true. But for now, you let yourself believe him.
when reading smut and y/n says ādaddyā
I NEED HIM TO CHOKE ME WITH HIS FUCKING BICEPS AND HIS THIGHS AND CRUSH ME WITH HIS HUGS PLEASE I AM NOT ASKING FOR MUCH I JUST WANT TO DIE BY THE HANDS OF TIMESKIP! HINATA SHÅYÅ MY BELOVED I NEED THIS MAN UP MY VAGINA RIGHT NOW I AM NOT ASKING
HE CAN MANHANDLE ME HOWEVER HE WANTS THROW ME AROUND LIKE A TOY I DONāT CARE I WILL EVEN SUCK HIS DICK FOR HIM AND I HATE SUCKING DICKS BECAUSE THEY ARE ew BUT FOR HIM I WOULD DO IT I WILL BEG HIM TO LET ME DO IT
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warm-hug hugs
school afternoons āļø
midoriya-sensei art dump
Old habits die hard
the other nerdjo i had in my pocket