Wally Punched The Shit Out Of That Creep For Rhonda 🥹

xavier spilling the salt everywhere and simon looking at him like he can't decide if he wants to launch himself across the table to strangle xavier or if he wants to drown himself in the salad was truly one of my favorite moments of the episode. they're making xavier soo wet and pathetic and it's hard not to be endeared by his loser ways. especially when it's at simon's expense most of the time.

red, gold, and green

“Did you get down and dirty in the slurry?” Wally asks, far too sincerely to be anything but snarky, and Charley pelts the empty cup at his head. Wally bats it away easily, laughing. “Told you that you lit a fire in his kiln.” “I’m gonna kill you dead. Deader.” Charley says. He stretches his legs out in front of him, and leans back in the chair. Much of the reunion has cleared out by now, but several people are still mingling at tables here and there. Charley notices that the football team has gone.

It’s like poking at a barely scabbed over wound, but-

He has to know.

fic here

BIG BROWN SAD BABY COW EYES

“You like a pretty boy with a pretty voice”

(Lovers Rock by TV Girl)

It gives fuck boy, but like not at the same time

Rush of petals

Katsuki bakugou x (fem)Reader!

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧. 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

The sun hadn’t even hinted at rising when you felt it—calloused fingers gripping your hip, rougher than usual, firm enough to stir you from sleep. Your brows furrowed, half-dreaming, until his voice dragged you into reality.

“Get on your side,” he growled against your ear, the heat of his breath trailing down your neck.

You blinked, still dazed. “Suki?” you mumbled, voice hoarse with sleep. “I’m going to be late baby hurry”

Usually, he was gone by now—quiet kisses to your temple before slipping out the door. But not this morning. This morning, something had him wound tight.

You did as he said, rolling onto your side, the sheets slipping down your bare back. He was already behind you, pressing close. His hand slid up your thigh, pushing it forward, giving him room. The heavy weight of him settled behind you, thick and hard against the curve of your ass.

“You looked too fuckin’ pretty sleepin’. Couldn’t leave without takin’ you first,” he muttered, mouth brushing your jaw.

A soft gasp escaped you as he slid inside in one slow, claiming thrust, your body welcoming him like it always did. He grunted low in his throat, holding your leg in place while his hips snapped forward—relentless, controlled, a pace that said he didn’t have much time but needed this like oxygen.

Each thrust punched little sounds from your lips, the pressure of his arm around your waist keeping you grounded. His teeth grazed your shoulder, tongue following, and you knew he was marking you.

“Gonna think about this all day,” he muttered, hips stuttering as your body clenched around him. “You—wrapped around me like this. Fuck.”

You barely had time to respond, to chase your own high before his hand slipped down your stomach, fingers slipping between your legs with practiced ease, his fingers circling your clit. You came with a choked moan, burying your face in the pillow as he followed soon after, biting down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

He didn’t say anything right away. Just stayed there, heavy and warm against your back.

Then, quietly, with the kind of softness only you ever got. “Sleep a little more, baby. I’ll be back before dinner.”

And just like that, he kissed your shoulder and vanished like a dream.

Standing ovulation. I mean ovation. Whatever 10/10

katsuki is the type of guy to always want you nestled against him, which includes having you seated on his lap, a warm hand heavy on your thigh.

he’s constantly pulling you onto his lap, hands reaching out to drag your hips forward almost by reflex at this point. it doesn’t matter what you’re doing—if you’re anywhere near him and he’s seated, his hands will automatically settle around your waist to drag you towards him. once you’re seated, he drags a hand to the thick expanse of your thigh.

(it’s borderline possessive, the way his warm hand settles on the expanse of your skin, fingers unconsciously tapping out a beat)

and for a while, his warm hands are always silently reminding you where to sit, but the first time you automatically sit without being pulled, he nearly purrs in delight. he nestles his face into the junction between your shoulder and neck, pressing a searing kiss there before lifting your hair out of the way to press a long line of open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck.

"Some people are destined to do big things. That's great. But the rest of us, we carry the small gifts. That's just as important to the people whose lives we touch."

-Wally Clark