I am reblogging this, because I know what it feels like to almost lose a friend to suicide
Adorable- too adorable- I’m fucking ascending-
Lee!Uraraka, Ler!Bakugou. Ships: Kacchako
“What did I say about hiding your blush Round Face?!” Bakugou demanded.
Uraraka let out an eep!, but stubbornly kept her hands covering her face.
Bakugou was an amazing boyfriend. A fact she found unsurprising given his tendency to be the best at everything. But another thing Bakugou was was straightforward and blunt. Which, combined with Uraraka’s tendency to get easily flustered, was a killer combination.
The reason for her current blushing situation was Bakugou deciding to plant soft kisses on her stomach. It made Uraraka feel so shy and embarrassed that she couldn’t help burying her face behind her hands—something Bakugou loathed as he loved watching her blush.
“Have it your way,” Bakugou growled. Before Uraraka could realize what he was up to, Bakugou had already delivered a HUGE raspberry on her stomach.
Uraraka literally screamed in laughter, the ticklish vibrations so strong that her hands forcefully shot down to protect her poor tummy.
Bakugou grinned. “There it is.” He studied her: the slight crinkle of her eyes, the wide smile, and of course the bright pink skin so violent it spread from her neck to ears.
“The fuck were you thinking trying to hide your beautiful face?!”
Uraraka could feel herself somehow getting even pinker.
Her boyfriend smirked and continued pressing feather light kisses on her belly, this time gentle enough to faintly tickle and keep her smiling. “And this is why I call you Pink Cheeks,” he teased in between kisses. “Fucking precious.”
The gravity girl hopelessly let out another whine at the compliment, knowing what was in store if she dared to hide her face again and wondered if it was possible to die from being flustered.
Crash
Part 3 of Moondrop's Chase! Thats all folks!
Vent poem
TW: intrusive thoughts, bad thoughts, kinda gory, suicide, oh also it sucks
i want to tear my skin off
maybe then i’ll like myself
it’s uncomfortable
it’s irritating
it’s torture
i hate it
i want to rip my heart out
maybe then i won’t feel like this
every
other
night
it hurts
i hate it
i want to bash my brain in
maybe then the thoughts will stop
it’s annoying
it’s terrifying
it’s too loud
i hate it
i want to die
maybe then i’ll like myself
maybe then i won’t feel this way
maybe then it’ll be quiet
maybe then..
i’ll love it
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