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bakugou having a bad day at work and coming home annoyed, tense and snappy. you know he’s mad, you feel it when he comes through the door. not only in the air but the way he stomps on the ground and the loud clash when he drops his bag. so for these first few seconds you have a chance to prepare yourself for what you’re about to witness.
you see the back of his fluffy blonde head as he slumps into your living room sofa and lets out the loudest huff. so you step over and sit in the arm chair diagonally opposite to him.
“hey,”
“hi,” he spits, staring at the blank screen of the tv. his arms on the arm rest, his head resting in his palm. every few seconds his jaw clenches then he lets it go.
“so do you wanna talk about it?” you prod lightly, voice light like usual so he knows you’re not about to judge him.
he tuts, frowning and still not looking at you, “no.”
“you sure?”
“yes i’m fuckin’ sure.”
he knows he’s being disrespectful and stupid as soon as the words leave his mouth. the silence is thick between yoi so he robotically turns to face you with a hard glare in defence. but it melts upon seeing your face of indifference. fuck, he needs to do better.
when you lock eyes, your voice is steady but cold, “watch who you’re talking to.”
bakugou’s whole demeanour weakens, his body tensing with the heat of your words. suddenly what happened at work doesn’t matter at all now, not when you’re just as annoyed at him.
another silence hovers over the room so you get up to make your way to your bedroom. “you can leave or stay. i don’t care.”
bakugou grabs your hand before you’re too far, mumbling a quiet, “let’s cuddle.”
you blink at him like he’s dumb, “apologise. decide whether your gonna forget about your issue or talk about it.”
he doesn’t let go of you as he makes the decision on the spot, his hand on your arm sliding down to link your fingers together.
“i’m a piece of shit for talkin’ to you like that. i’m sorry.” you nod, still waiting for the next part, “i’m gonna forget and maybe talk about it later.” he flicks his eyes up to you, not forgetting how harsh your tone was, “if you wanna hear it.”
you’re a fool for your boyfriend, especially with how his eyes turn doe-like when you look down at him. red rubies asking for your forgiveness and a cuddle. he even slides a palm between your legs to rest on your inner thigh, ready to pull you on top of him. you don’t want to say no so you don’t.
“of course, i’ll listen to you. you’re such a bitch when you’re grumpy,” playfulness tinges your words, a slow smile slipping through to your cheeks. bakugou matches your smile, dragging you onto his lap for a cuddle.
you stuff your face in his neck for an inhale of his sweetness and your arms wrap around his strong body. he does the same to you, thumb rubbing your bare hip.
“thought that was one of your favourite things about me,” he drawls sarcastically and you giggle. bakugou sighs mentally at how he started the night with you. he could have came in, been honest about what he felt and had this earlier.
“that and how when i’m annoyed at you, you still have the confidence to ask for a cuddle.”
“confidence well deserved ‘cause look at us now,” he laughs but stops when you lift your head up to glare at him.
“i’ll leave right now,” you threaten.
“no, you’re not,” he says, his arms tightening around you with a peck to your forehead.
Taxi Driver (1976)
Director: Martin Scorsese Writer: Paul Schrader DoP: Michael Chapman
I refreshed my Burrich in the stables created sometime ago and here are 2 others that I never posted here as well. Stables filled with sunlight...
Burrich in the stables. Created in Photoshop by layering and retouching and brushing and filtering. I tinkered with it and tinkered with it and then some more. I guess, it's time to leave it be.
i love how moths look and fly and theyre so beautiful but they lowkey terrify me and sometimes i find them kinda repulsive but when i think about it, i see myself just like i see the moths
Time for a summery of dear, even Hansen from someone who hasent actually listened to it or watched the bootleg on YouTube.
so this kid named even like breaks his arm. Then like this other guy named Connor kills himself. And so then like umm... Stuff happens and even is like I was friends with connor. But like he wasent actually. And so like even likes connor's sister? Maybe? I can't remember? And so like everyone is all like we litrily never saw you guys together what the fuck? And so even is like we didn't want anyone to know we were friends. And then everyone was like okaaay. And then umm... Even started a thing that was about noticing people that committed suicide? I think? ( I have zero idea if this is true.) And he makes up a story that him and Connor were hanging out when he broke his arm. Oh and even has over protected mom and no dad. And so then like everyone finds out and is all like well that's sorta fucked up even. And the end they all like live or something?
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When you have an international friend so you stay up late so you can talk to them
IVE BEEN WAITINF FOREVER
