Bloomstream - -ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

hii ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) welcome to my blog!! my name is bloom, i’m eighteen and use she/her pronouns.

i’ve always been a writer! (if u search hard enough you’ll find the wattpad fanfics i wrote at the ripe age of 11..) now i write creatively and for this blog!! all of my current content is mha bc i love class a.

here’s a little bit about me!

my nationality is american and my ethnicity is haitian and french! i do speak haitian creole but no french yet..

i’m unlabeled at the moment, but to make it simple ill say i’m bisexual..

i have a pet cat named mika!

my future career is most likely going to be biology related (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

i’m an advid music listener. faye webster is my top artist i love her sm.

the marias, clairo, the sundays, fiona apple, the cranberries, big thief, wave to earth, the cardigans, etc.

my favorite genres at the moment are indie pop and alternative rock.

i’m such a movie girl, going to the theater is literally one of my favorite things to do. lady bird is my favorite movie of all time!!

suncoast, enola holmes, missing, luca, fantastic mr fox, shazam, forgotten, it, kikis delivery service, etc…

my top movie genres are sci-fi, action, and adventure.

ask for my letterboxd if u wanna know more abt my movie interest!! and i’m always super open to suggestions (no romance tho.. i have my reasons)

i’m more of a viewer than a gamer myself butttt i love practically all story telling decision games; the walking dead, the quarry, until dawn, etc. life is strange (all of them but especially the second one) is my favorite. my favorite video game genre is horror! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

slushy noobz get a honorable mention cus i love their videos

when my brain isn’t being completely rotting on the internet, i actually do patriciate in some hobbies!

i like to spend a lot of time outside! walks, biking, swimming— i prefer lakes. i LOVE the summer.

i do my own braids and lashes!

i crochet and i’m learning how to knit

i’m part of a volunteer group in my town!

im also training program to and learning how to handle cameras, use editing softwares, and control livestreams!

+ and once i learn how to use graphs i’ll be an awesome video star editor guys trust!!

i have a side blog for mediation

as a writer it’s is my duty to also be a reader!

i do write poems sometimes but my skills are pretty rusty now

if we have anything in common let me know and we could talk about it n lock in! ok thanks for reading bye bye ^_-

۶ৎ ─ skatentines!

pairings : kaminari d. x gn!reader

warnings : swearing, mutual pinning, cheesy, SO AWKWARD, a bit slow-paced, reader is kinda flirty :P

a/n : FIRST SMAU I'VE EVER WRITTEN SORRY IF ITS BAD :(

“Siiiigghhh…”

Today had been slow in the skate shop, and nothing bores the blonde boy more than a slow day in the shop. Kaminari huffed, glancing his golden eyes to the clock, watching it tick by slowly. The faint electric guitar riffing the melody he had grown to know every high and lows already had repeated for the fifth time that day, and all he had to say was a groan as he threw his head to the counter as he peeked at the time again, wishing his shift was magically over.

Ring! The door opened, a small bell rang from the top of it, as you walked in, your eyes darted around the shop as your hands clutched a skateboard by the trucks of it. Then, you spotted him, walking over slowly.

“Hey, um…” You spoke, fidgeting with the wheels of the board.

“I’m here to get some wheel change…” 

Kaminari stood there for a moment, his eyes wide and his lips parted just slightly as he seemed to eye you up and down. Then he spoke up, clearing his throat.

“Oh! Uh… yeah, w-we can help with that.” He smiled sheepishly, nervously rubbing his hands to the side of his jeans.

You handed your board, carefully placing it on his hands as he reached out. The board clacked softly against the counter as he placed it down, wheels facing up. He hissed in the air from his teeth.

“Nice board.” He grinned at you, which slowly turned into pursing his lips from his realization of his awkwardness.

You nodded your head, “Thanks,” 

Silence fell between you two, broken only by the faint melody of Avril Lavigne singing from the speakers; something about skater boys, and the sound of him rummaging through the counter’s cabinets, taking out a wrench, and a new set of wheels, as well as a piece of cloth already dirtied by oil.

“So uh,” “Just the same set? Streets?” He made sure, pausing his hands just before he opened the packed wheels.

You nodded, “Yeah, streets.”

Damn it, this is so… awkward… He thought, biting the insides of his cheek, pursing his lips with slightly furrowing brows as he nodded to your request. He cleared his throat, maybe louder than he had to. His hands opened the wrapped wheels, white, solid, and smooth, with small designs at the sides. He glanced at you from beneath his hair, meeting your eyes maybe a little bit too precisely. He darted his eyes back down, clearing his throat again. The familiar feeling of heat creeped up his neck. 

“S-so uh…” He croaked, “How long’ve you had this board for?” 

You stammered for a second, caught off guard by his sudden question. “Around… two years?” 

He hummed in response, nodding his head. “Nice,” “You took nice care” He smiled, tilting his head up from his work to look at you.

Much to his surprise, he was met with you smiling back so sweetly as you nodded. “I don’t really skate that often.” You admitted, chuckling as you softly swayed your body back and forth to get rid of the nerves. He laughed along, screwing tight the bolts before he lifted the board up, turning it around to check it from below.

“That should do it,” He grins, handing the board back to you.

“Thanks, how much do I owe you?” Receiving the board on your right hand, you reached into your bag to take out your wallet.

He stayed quiet for a moment, seemingly to be considering something in his head as he eyed you up and down from your face to your board. Then, he grinned, turning to the cashier, tapping on a tablet before looking back at you. Seeing your confused face, he giggled. “For someone as cute as you? Free.” He said, his grin turning to a small smirk. 

“Are you sure?” You chuckle lightly, tilting your head to the side to study his face, I guess he’s kind of cute. His eyes stayed fixed, nodding as he gestured to you to be off on your way.

“More than sure.” 

“...Okay thenn…” You smiled, shrugging off.

As you left, he waited for a moment, listening until your steps had receded, before he hit his head, slapping himself on the cheek because what the hell was that, Kami?! He mocked himself, reenacting the way he said his flirt to you, and cringed. Groaning loudly as he dropped his head on the counter.

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“Come o-on! It’s been months since we last hung outt!” Mina’s voice whined from the phone. You hummed as you contemplated, your hand lazily flicked down on your board’s wheels, the same free wheels from a month ago, now already scratched and dirty from use.

Sigh… “Okay, fine, meet me at the park.” You smiled, complying as you stood up and flicked your board to your hand. Mina’s cheer was heard, followed along by a repeating chant of ‘Let’s go!’. 

Winds of afternoon greeted you as you walked out the gates of your apartment complex, you zipped up your jacket, one hand clutching the board by the deck, letting it rest beside your waist. 

Upon arriving, Mina was sitting on the edge of a curb, her legs curled up against her chest while her head rested on her knees, lazily gazing down on her pink phone while her board lay idly beside her.

“Oi” You called out, snickering at her lonely form.

Her head snapped to your direction, grinning as she jumped up, greeting you. “Y/N!!” She chimed, skipping her steps to you. “I need to go to the skate shop down the street first, c’mon.’ She cheekily smiled, tugging by your hand to turn your body to the opposite direction.

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Ring! The shop’s door rang, jolting Kaminari awake from the nap on his hands, making him stand back up immediately. “Hey, welcome—”

Wait. He recognized… that smile, your face, your eyes, he remembered that. Of course he did, despite it being a whole month ago. He told Eijiro of your purchase that day, sheepishly admitting he gave away a 2000 yen worth of purchase to someone he thought looked so cute. Sure, he got some scolding, but it was worth it… he guesses. 

The world sure is small. You’re friends with Mina, a friend he had known even before he worked here. 

“Mina!” He greeted, grinning as he made his exit from behind the counter. Mina smiled, hugging him as she rambled about how she missed going into the shop, and how her injuries’ gotten better so now she can start skating again.

Kaminari smiled, glancing towards you, he mustered up the courage to greet you. “Hey, I remember you.” He said, grinning sweetly as if that was a normal thing to say to someone who you had met only the second time. 

“I remember you, too,” You replied a little too quickly. I mean—how could you not? The cute blonde who gave away a wheel set worth 2000 yen to you? And for a second, just one second, you swore to yourself you saw his smile tightened just slightly as you said that.

He quickly diverted his gaze away from yours, clearing his throat to push away that small blush creeping up his neck. “So uh…” He rubs his neck, glancing at you two from the corners of his eyes. “W-what brought you guys here?”

“Just wanted to get some spray paints.” Mina chimed, already making her way to the shop’s aisles, before shortly the sound of cans clanking in her hands were heard, muttering to herself as she debated on the colors she wanted to get, something about pink or yellows, while Kaminari stood awkwardly by your side, waiting for her to make her purchase by the counter as he swayed back and forth on his feet. “So uh… you wanna get anythin’...?” He spoke finally, a hint of crack was heard in his voice as he grinned sheepishly, puckering his lips to the side almost immediately.

“No…” You chuckled fiddly. “Just uh… waiting for her…” Your thumb pointed to Mina, who was still muttering to herself by the aisle.

It seemed like crickets sang between the two of you, and if this was a reality show, the narrator had probably commented ‘Awkward…’ towards your interaction. He opened his mouth slightly, a small sound came out from him like he was trying to say something… but then, Mina made her way back, rattling the cans in her hands as she grinned happily. “Got ‘em!! Let’s go!” 

And so you two walked out. You turned to look at him as you reached for the door, with an intention of waving to him. His smile greeted you. A dumb, silly, adorable smile, before he quickly snapped back to reality, waving back to you frantically.

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The first thing that greeted you as you opened a packet of bandages at home were Mina’s texts, chiming your phone.

You snicker at your phone, placing it beside you as you gently placed a bandaid on your scraped knee, patting it softly to secure it in place. 

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It’s February! What better way is there to celebrate the month filled with hearts then to make an event? Thundergrind, the small skate shop down the street near a skate park, had been busy from the night before, decorating their ceilings with little paper hearts and unpacked their valentines’ special uniforms. Kaminari and Eijirou half-heartedly did one last check of their shop, before nodding in agreement, iiitt’s ready!

The blonde stood by the counter, waiting for any customers to enter, his foot tapping the floor to the song playing by the speakers. His job today was easy; help people decorate their boards, and spray paint their shirts. 

He groaned, “Vaaalleenntiinness’...” dropping his head to the counter. 

He is convinced to the core that today is going to be the most boring day of his time at the skate shop, if not the whole week. He’s still got at least a week handling the same job, and probably witnessing some disgusting interactions between the couples in the shop. Eijiro snickered, “C’mon, lighten up a bit.” He smiled, nudging Kaminari’s shoulder.

“Don’t wanna,” Kaminari huffed, resting his chin on his palm.

The day went on almost as he expected, straining smiles to the couples requesting cheesy designs, laughing a bit too loud at any awkward jokes, at least the shop’s lively he thought.

Ring! The shop’s door rang for the umpteenth time that day, and suddenly his job that day felt like lead weights on his shoulder. Watching you walk in with a blank white tee slung over your shoulder, making a bee line to his counter.

“Oh! Hey uh–... It’s you, hehe…” He smiled, then grinned, then just pursed his lips, running a hand through his hair.

You smiled nodding to him as a greeting while you slowly took the shirt from your shoulder, while your other hand fidgeted with your phone.

“I heard you guys… do shirt designs, for valentines'...?” You asked, raising your shoulders as you lifted the shirt in your hands.

He nodded fervently, smiling. “Mhm!” As his gloved hands already readied the spray paints on the counter, “I’ll do whatever you want—” 

Pause.

“...I- I meant the designs.” 

You snickered, handing him the shirt.

And for a moment, the small warmth from his gloved hand brushed against your fingers, a smile crept up your lips.

“I wanted a lightning bolt,” You said, shyly tilting your head to the side as you averted his nervous gaze. “Like your hair,” 

A moment of silence was there, and you looked up to see him silently stammering while his hand tried to translate what he was trying to say, the other sheepishly brushing his hair back.

“Cool, cool, I can definitely do that.” He finally manages while clearing his throat, a hint of shakiness in his voice while his hands scurried to find the spray paints again. “Y-yellow? Oorr…” 

You nodded, reaching your finger to the shirt to trace the design you had in mind. “Mhm, yellow, going from here to here,”

He smiled, nodding as he bent down to the shirt, putting on his mask while propping himself on his shoulders to get started on the shirt.

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Kaminari sighed, pulling down his mask while he brushed his hand under his nose. He smiled, satisfied with the work he’d done on your shirt, now decorated with a lightning bolt across it. He looked up to you, grinning.

“So, how’d you like it?” A proud tone on his voice.

You smiled, silently chuckling at his obvious pride. “I love it, Kami, Thanks.

“...You did a great job,” You added, even if it wasn’t even necessary. 

The blonde’s grin faltered to a shy smile, as he brushed his hand under his nose again, a smudge of paint perched on it, and without a single thought,

you reached your hand, gently wiping his nose while snickering, “You got something… there.”

WHAT THE FUUUUUCKKK I’m gonna die RIGHT NOW. LIKE. RIGHT. NOW.

“Oh! Uh– Thanks…y/n,”

Kaminari’s mouth opened and closed before he so very shakily said, “Y-you’re… so sweet.” 

His hands scurried to take off his gloves, as he turned his back on you, muttering stuff you didn’t quite catch, something along the lines of 'Why did you say that?!' or something. When he turned back around, he grinned again, it seemed strained, almost awkward as he reached for your shirt.

“H-here, uh–...” 

CLANG! TANG! Were the sounds the cans made as he knocked them over, hurrying to salvage them before they made too much noise.

“S-sorry, here..”

You giggled, gently grabbing the shirt he handed. As you reached for your wallet, he reached out, almost grabbing your wrist to stop you. “It’s… o-on the house.” He smiled, immediately pulling back his hand to his side, clenching his fist.

“Really now, again?” You smiled.

“...If it makes you think of me, theenn… why not?” He grins sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders as an attempt to get rid of his nerves. You couldn’t help but scoff out a chuckle, failing miserably to hold back a smile, then a grin. “I already do.” You mumbled, before your ears picked up on a thud, while he ducks down to grab some more paint, along with some more cans clattering. He stood up immediately, rubbing the top of his head with the stupidest grin he’s thrown at you. 

You still reached for your wallet anyway, grabbing the pen lying by the counter to scribble something on the cash you had, placing it on the counter before you turned away, throwing him one last smile. 

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Closing time had never felt so nice. Kaminari’s smile hadn’t faltered since you left. In his pocket (that he kept on checking in to) lies the cash you had given him, despite his words. He rummaged his pocket again as he locked the shop’s doors, unfolding the small ruffled up paper, as his fingers smoothed out the small numbers you had written messily on it, your phone number. 

He couldn’t help but let out a small squeak as he walked, his eyes looking at the Yen like it’s a treasure he had found in the middle of trash, which it is, in his opinion. 

“Spill,” Eijiro chuckled, nudging him. “You’ve sulked all day, but now you’re all jolly?”

Kaminari’s hand immediately pocketed the small cash, clearing his throat. “Nothin’” Yet his smile betrayed his ecstasy. “Just…happy that the day’s over, is all.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.

Eijiro’s skepticism was obvious as he huffed, rolling his eyes. “Mhm, suuuuure.” 

…

“I got their number!!” Kaminari blurted out, clapping his hands over his mouth to hide his huge smile.

The red head’s eyes widen, along with his toothy smile. A cheer escaped his lips as he pushed Kaminari’s shoulder, laughing. “Text them, hello??” 

“I will, I will!!!” 

“...At home.” Kaminari stuck out his tongue, pacing up his steps to race past Eijiro.

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Kaminari immediately closed, locked his apartment door. Leaning against it while clutching his phone on his chest, he looked like those rom-com movie characters right now. His grin still graced his red-nosed face, as he slowly glanced down to his phone, his thumbs hovering over the keyboard before typing out his first message to you.

Kaminari’s smile tensed. His thumbs froze, and the typing… bubble kept on replaying the animation as he stared at your message. He speeds to his bed, screaming into his pillow while he giggles, but stops abruptly to slap himself.

“Be a man, Kaminari, be a man.” 

He huffed, slapping both his hands to his cheeks.

Never had a laugh and a scream escaped from his lips that fast, and that loud. Kaminari’s hand slammed his phone to the bed, as he covered his mouth with his pillow again, giggling while jumping all around his apartment. 

Handsome. HANDSOME. HANDSOME.

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The evening winds caressed his face gently as he rocked back and forth on his heels, one hand clutching his phone, one hand rubbing up and down on his bag’s strap nervously. In his pocket, lay a small letter he wrote himself after around ten times redoing, along with a small simple black bracelet he had bought just three days before, dragging Eijiro and Mina to find the perfect one. 

“Kami,” Your voice softly called, making him turn around to look at you. And if the shop’s LED’s weren’t enough to make your eyes look like the prettiest things he’s seen in the world, then boy did the setting sun and the skies do. 

Oh, oh. 

The first impression he had on you when you two first met was that you were so cute. But goodness the orange hue of the sun bouncing off your hair, your cheeks, oh my GOD he was ready to just kiss your cheeks.

“H-Hey! Uh…” 

“You look… n-nice…” He grins, sheepishly swaying his body right and left as you approach.

You smiled, running your hand back through your hair while you fidgeted something in your pocket.

“Thanks, Kami.” 

He smiled, grinning from ear to ear. His hands twitched—he wanted to pinch your cheeks. But he held back, obviously.

You two walked along the skate park, accompanied by the scrapes and the clacks of other skaters in the park, chatting and rambling about various things. He would beam up when you mentioned you also liked Avril Lavigne, or My Chemical Romance, and even Paramore. Awkwardly, he would tell you that he can do a trick, then landing on his bum after doing a small ollie. 

Then, you would giggle and snicker, and he finds himself purposely messing up his tricks just to hear those cuts of laughter from you. And every time he did succeed to earn your laughter, he’d give the stupidest, dorkiest smile ever, before standing up, brushing himself off. 

“You’re faking this,” You teased, between laughter.

“Naaaww, I’m just bad.” He grins, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes flickering between you and the ground as he smiles. “Okay, maybe I’m doing it on purpose.” He admitted, throwing his hands up in surrender while he walked backwards.

“...But only ‘cause I get to hear you laugh,” His smile immediately faltered when he realized what he had just said. “L-Like in the way that uh—...”

“You like my laugh…?” You chuckled, tilting your head.

“Yeah?” cough cough “Uhm… in a your-laugh-is-nice kinda way, y’know?” He chuckled nervously, shrugging off his nerves and his ever growing blush.

“...And I guess your face is nice too,”

“A-and your hair… your voice…” He muttered, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. 

You blinked, smiling as you let out a huff. “You like me… back?”

He groaned, throwing his hands up to his hair, covering his face with his palms, “Fine, I guess I like you… a lot…”

Pause.

“W-wait— ‘back’?” He looked up to you from between his fingers, his voice muffled. You only smiled back, pretending to be clueless as his grin grew and he jumped towards you with laughter echoing in the air, hugging you tightly, before quickly remembering something, pulling back as he cleared his throat.

He reached into his pocket, taking out a small letter and a bracelet, handing it over to you as he looked to the ground. “For you,”

You smiled, “Aw,”

“Thank you, Kami” You said, admiring the small loop. 

You happily accepted his small gift as you reached into your own pocket, taking out a small miniature skateboard keychain. “My turn, for you, too.” Your hand handed over the keychain, and he nervously accepted it to his palm, smiling softly as he admired it. 

“It’s cute, thanks, y/n.”

“...Cute, l-like you.”

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dworkism | do not repost!

a/n : LAAATTTEEE SOO LAATTEE SUPER LATE VALENTINES' POST SORRY :(

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“miller's on your ass today.” 

you sighed, your gaze flickering from the beautiful, authentic sun setting over the city’s buildings to the blazing, sun-colored dork next to you.  

“i mean really—“ he pulled out a gummy bear— from what seemed to be his never-ending side pocket stash —and stuffed it into his mouth. “you’d think the divorce would give the old bastard a revelation or something. but noooo, he’s still a bitch.” his confident gossip bubbled down into a dramatic murmur as he eventually shrugged his shoulders. 

you sighed again, head dropping into your hands as it throbbed, too sc

rambled to focus on keigo's deep interest in your manager's love life. “i need a job.”

“you have two.” keigo retorted as he moved to cross his arms. 

“i need another one.” you massage your temples before letting your hands fall to your sides. 

keigo scoffed. “you’re really not making enough?” 

“not if i don't want to be drowning in student debt for the rest of my life.” you complained. 

keigo pressed his lips together and scrunched his nose. it was the face he made when he wanted to argue on but knew better than to. the back of his head hit the brick wall behind you two as he too, stopped to a sigh. “well, i hear there’s a new club down the block. LOVE, or something?”

“love? like the word?” your voice peaked as you looked at him. 

keigo's fingers twirled around the string from his waist apron. “something like that.” the blonde's eyes fell to the sunset. yours followed them. “a couple of guys in my historical art class were talking about going.”

“the hippie—?” 

keigo cut you off before you could finish your comment  “my point is,” he leaned closer— most likely for dramatic effect, “they’re probably hiring.”

it was your turn to press your lips together now. 

“bartending isn’t that bad.” keigo coaxed. you almost laughed at how fast he was able to switch his opinion on this idea. but keigo kept his eyes on the sun, like he was thinking about his plans for the future too. a better future. “plus the tips make it so worth it.” he titled his head toward you, shooting you a sly grin. he nodded his head, ‘yeah?’, as he nudged your shoulder. 

your cold façade cracked into a warm smile. keigo always found a way to cheer you up. it was stupidly ironic. “i’ll apply when i get home.” 

“and you swear we aren’t friends.” keigo scoffed and you showed no mercy when shoving his shoulder. he just laughed loudly. “midnight is doing pretty nice though. the regulars are cute and who knows, maybe miller will consider giving us raises.”

a chortle escaped your throat. “yeah. like shit.” your lips didn’t remain curled up for long. your eyes faltered to a determined degree, your mind sharp on your goal. you had always tried your best to fight for yourself, nothing about that would change. nothing would change. a high tension that you didn’t even realize you had dropped from your shoulder like anchors. you were secure. you were safe. 

keigo kicked a rock at the ground, “my shift ends in thirty so i should head in.” he pointed back at the door. you nodded your head, giving him a small wave as he turned to go back into the bar. 

the orange and yellow kissed hue from the sun tinted your face. you didn’t think about how long it'll actually take you to pay off your tuition. you didn’t think about the piles of homework you'd have to do when you got home. you didn’t even think about how you’d last the last half of this twelve-hour shift. 

you just closed your eyes and focused on the sunshine’s delicate mark on your skin. 

just a block down the packed city was LOV, whose grand opening last saturday had a total of twenty-three arrivals.

“told you this was a shit idea.” a gravelly voice opined as he flicked fresh ash from the window sill and let it fall onto the dirted path outside.    

a low voice snarled in response, bony fingers typing away on his computer. 

“don’t know why the old man—“

“shut up.” tomura snapped. 

touya just grinned, “whats got your panties in a bunch, boss?” he shook his head in amusement, a stupid grin unreasonably placed on his lip. “you had high hopes or something?”

“shut the fuck up.” tomura eyes didn’t leave his screen, they only squinted as he muttered something to himself and his fingers swiped across the mouse pad of his laptop. 

“god— are you like, virtually wired to the internet or something?” touya trudged over to tomuras set up, finding a comfortable spot on the back of his chair to rest his forearm on and inspect what tomura was so fixated on. 

touya (surprisingly) was stunned.

“what the fuck is that?”

his laptop displayed a website page for a bar named moonlight. the layout was impressive alone; the backdrop flashed photos of a variety of very satisfied customers at the bar. an animation of a sparkling star shot across the top of the site, lighting up the bars boldly displayed name. and even—

“shit.” touya voice dropped to a whisper, mouth hanging dangerously close to tomuras ear. “look at that. they even got an interactive menu.” he disclosed, treating it as a cherry on top of moonlight's enormous advantaged cake. 

“how the fuck are these bougie ass motherfuckers packed every. single. fucking night.” tomuras finger tapped rhythmically against his desk, seemingly mindless, but touya took notice.

touya pulled away, crossing his arms as he leaned up against tomuras desk. “we could use some better advertising.” he shrugged— acting as if he wouldn’t take huge offense if his comment wasn’t taken into consideration. luckily, tomura could recognize touya's snotty tone for what it really meant and couldn’t be bothered to push it. 

“yeah.” he sighed, elbows falling onto his desk as his hands found themselves tangled into his sea of unbrushed hair. “when you learn how to code, come back to me with that.” he taunted through gritted teeth.

touya rolled his eyes, even though he knew tomura couldn’t see. “whatever. we can’t be in the slumps forever.” scarred hands reached for his phone as he pulled up the website on his own. his feet led him to the back door, hand reaching for his coat on the rack. 

tomuras head peaked up at the sound of touya fleeting feet. 

“and where the fuck are you going?”

“out.” touya dismissed, eyes still glued onto his phone screen as he typed in the directions from the website onto his map app. 

tomura huffed out a heavy breath when the back door slammed shut. he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms and legs far before settling back into his— what he swears is —not-so-horribly crooked posture. “fucking hell.” he muttered.

eventually his finger fell back onto his keyboard, clacking sound blending into the background noise once more. 

touya sneered on the other side of the door. his gait was confident as he followed direction of the rising moon. 

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EAT MY DUST .ᐟ

tokyo is a bustling, sprawling city, containing passions and hatreds and anything—everything—alike. it just so happens that F1 driver hajime iwaizumi and you, actress Y/N L/N, happen to cross paths. a one-off coincidence at first, but it proves to be more significant when you are plagued by spirally rumours and the curse of the internet.

smau & written hybrid series feat. h.iwaizumi

contents fame au, f1 driver iwaizumi, actress reader, fem reader, iwaizumi is a gentleman but wow he needs to bite his tongue sometimes, instigator oikawa, likely substance usage, crude humour and language, tba . . .

status upcoming — second in line to my ongoing series taglist open (0/50)

introductions supa fast, too furious . . . extras united

take one : tba . . . take two : tba . . . take three : tba

extras tba . . .

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HII NEW MOOTIEE💋💋

HIII IRAA HOW ARE U

Shouto has a staring problem

PAPARAZZI — t. kuroo

YEA, CAUSE YOU'RE MY ROCKSTAR IN BETWEEN THE SETS !

STATUS — ongoing! : ) SYNPOSIS — y/n, a podcaster, finds herself in hot water after criticizing famous rockstar, kuroo tetsurou—whose fans are absolutely unhinged. rather than trying to reason with them, she feeds into the drama, rage-baiting for fun—it's only a matter of time until kuroo himself gets caught in the drama. CONTENTS — f!reader, rockstar!kuroo, crude humor, cursing, enemies to lovers, smau + (barely) written content, modern au, characters are aged up, yn & yachi have a podcast!!, reader definitely keeps feeding into the drama 😦, ooc, posting dates will be inconsistent, maybe suggestive *sweat intensifies*, slight angst, might get lazy and discontinue this series i pray not, each chapter will have their own warnings, pls continue to check this for updates!! TAGLIST — open, feel free to ask in comments or reblog ! (please do not ask to be in taglist in my asks i will most likely not see 💔)

MEET THE CAST —

intros: tophiachu fanclub | kenma cult

extra: yn style guide | kuroo style guide | nemurenai track list

CONENTS —

TRACK ONE: tba.. TRACK TWO: tba... TRACK THREE: tba...

divider credits: cafekitsune

@pomeloblush i finally posted it💔💔

yesterday was my one month anniversary for this blog yippe!!

to many more months! 😸

be my valentine?

including: k.bakugou, i.midoriya, s.todoroki, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero

mha boys asking gf!reader to be their valentine warnings: sillyness? a/n: SARANGHAE TTO SARANGHAE!!! happy valentines day *blink* (i hate valentine’s day)

navigation masterlist requests are open!

k.bakugou

i.midoriya

s.todoroki

e.kirishima

d.kaminari

s.hanta