bloomstream
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Who are your fav MHA characters😼
guys believe it or not izuku midoriya is my goat and forever will be!
my poster ^^ he’s literalllly majestic!
kirishima is a close second and then hanta
honorable mentions: tokoyami, mirio, rody, kyoka
Please please please i beg of you to make Sero head canons with a small mix of everything (I love him sm its sickening)
sero, who's the type to casually initiate physical affection—grabbing your hand out of nowhere while walking up a rocky hill, putting his head on your shoulders while sitting next to him, or leaning his arm across your shoulders like it’s second nature. he does it so naturally, so instinctively, that it doesn’t even feel like a gesture—just something that is so casual for him.
sero, who never lets anything go unnoticed. felt a cool breeze? he's already wrapping his jacket around you, even if you say you're fine. came home to find you passed out with your makeup still on? he’s gently wiping it off, knowing how much you care about your skin. noticed you're out of your favorite chips? he’s restocking without a word the next time he leaves the house.
sero, who never dims your light—not for a second. he could be having the worst day of his life, but if you walk in excited and glowing about something, he’ll match your energy without missing a beat. your joy is his joy, always.
sero, who brags about you constantly to his friends. “that mission? all them, i was just there for decoration,” or, “you’re struggling with that? ask them, they’re seriously the beeessstttt at it!” he finds any excuse to talk you up, like it's just a fact everyone should already know.
sero, who learned to make tiny origami animals with his tape. he’s not even sure when it started—just a little trick that turned into something more. now you find frogs and cats and birds left on your nightstand, each with a scribbled note underneath: made this just for you ღ
sero, who never pushes you or makes you feel overwhelmed. if you’re upset, he doesn’t ask a million questions. doesnt pressure you. he just shows up—snacks in hand, a quiet movie queued up—and sits beside you in silence. he waits, ever so caring, until you're ready to talk.
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the allure of the host introduction
In which your parents are out of town on an anniversary vacation, but you didn't want to stay home alone for the whole of summer, so your mom's friend, Mitsuki, offers to watch over you and keep you safe, leading to you staying in her guest room. The only problem is her hot son and his equally hot friends...
Warnings - fem!reader, fluff, slowburn, reverse harem, I don't know how many chapters this will have yet lol
back to menu 🫧 chapter one
y/n l/n main character
Sweet shy girl
Doesn't like staying home alone for long periods of time
Romance book lover and hopeless romantic!
katsuki bakugo love interest
Asshole to everyone but her
Flirty dickhead
Teases like he's getting paid for it
eijiro kirishima love interest
At the gym so often they think he's a resident
Sweetheart but still a troublemaker
Has no sense of fashion
denki kaminari love interest
Keeps Monster's business funded on his own
Always playing video games
Gets compared to Pikachu an odd amount...
hanta sero love interest
Thinks he's Spiderman when he just shoots tape from his elbows
Comic nerd, reads them more often than his textbooks for school
His plug is his best friend
mina ashido love interests' friend
Eats everyone up at just dance
Reposts alien theories on her Instagram story
Everytime she gets new nails you question how they're so cute and who she goes to
kyoka jiro love interests' friend
Somehow has a better music taste than anyone else you know
Always looks effortlessly put together
Basically lives in the record store (Spotify exists babe)
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ⓒ luvseraph 4/16/25
this art will always make me want to bawl my eyes out because what do you mean we could have pro hero touya and health assistant toga only if they had decent parents??
(I hate mha society so much)
🐉⚔️
・ DARK RED 等や 轟 » ❪ TOUYA TODOROKI ❫
word count. n/a.
content warning. gn!reader. smau. angst - character death (perchance). profanity. allusions to smoking 🍃. probably ooc!dabi.
spider monkey
hanta sero x fem!reader⋆｡°✩— college!au (still have quirks), hanta wants to recreate the iconic spiderman kiss with you, fluff, 1.6k words
a/n: for you @bloomstream
With a jangle of your keys, the door to your shared apartment opens. It’s a day like any other. You finished all your classes around 3pm and headed to the library to watch a few missed lectures. Before returning home, you grabbed some takeout from your boyfriend’s favourite noodle place.
And as you step inside, the salty-sweet scent of tender beef stir-fried noodles and miso soup diffusing in the air, you gasp at the utter pigsty before you. Books and couch cushions are scattered about the floor, the coffee table has been propped up against a wall, and there are metres of tape hanging from the ceiling fan.
You mutter in shock, “Oh my god.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see a swathe of black hair and pale skin darting about. With a thud, Hanta lands in front of you in a low crouch.
Rising to his full height, he takes the takeout from your hands and exclaims, “Thanks, babe! Did you get-oh fuck yea!” He leans down and chastely kisses your cheek before heading into the kitchen. Your wide eyes are glued to how perfectly he avoids every obstacle on the floor as he digs through the bag.
You point around your living dishevelled room while stuttering, “U-uh, Hanta, honey. W-what’s going on?” He chuckles warmly as he drops the takeout on the bench and fetches some bowls and cutlery.
He shrugs, “Just testing out my skills, spider monkey.” You take tentative steps toward the kitchen, trying your best to dodge the mess. You’re almost there when you nearly trip on a particularly large cushion. You catch yourself at the last second before you can fall flat on your face (with your heavy-ass fugly backpack on too).
With lightning reflexes, your boyfriend is already next to you, prepared to catch you should you wobble. He steadies you by your forearms, his thin brows furrowed and his full lips slightly pouty.
Hanta asks worriedly, “Are you okay, babe?” You nod and hum reassuringly as you let him guide you to the kitchen unscathed. He squeezes your arm gently before letting go and returning to dishing out your dinner. You lean on the bench with your chest resting on your elbows as you ask him about his day.
Same old, same old. He remarks, “I was actually re-watching Spider-Man.”
You laugh, “Oh yea? How many times is that now? Like 50?” He pushes two bowls toward you, one with your favourite noodles and the other with your soup, and gestures for you to sit down.
The tongs clank beside the sink as he says defensively, “Yea, yea, well… How many times have you rewatched Twilight?” Your mouth falls open, and your hand stills, sauce-slick noodles slipping from your chopsticks.
“Hey!” You call out as he grins cockily and plops down beside you.
“Just saying it like how it is, MJ,” he taunts, his smirk widening as he slurps on miso.
You groan as you pick at your noodles like they have personally offended you, “Will you stop calling me that? My name isn’t MJ.” With a comical gulp, he stares at you for a moment, seeming to assess you in great detail.
Hanta’s slender fingers tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips ghosting your jaw. He finally cups your chin and turns your face toward him, tired eyes roving over your features.
All the cheekiness is gone from his expression as he says seriously, “Is that a new pimple?” You push his hand off as he guffaws.
You groan, “Just shut up and eat your noodles, will you?” His palm slams on the table as he doubles over from laughter, earning an eye roll from you.
You stuff your mouth full of yummy goodness, ignoring his heart-warming chuckles, especially how they melt you from the inside out and take off the edge from a long day at college.
He breathes out, “I-it hurts.”
After swallowing, you lick your lips and frown, “Damn right it should.” You reach for a napkin, but your boyfriend beats you to it. He cups your cheek with one hand and pats your oily lips with the serviette in his other. In return, you thumb his under-eyes, catching all of his stray tears.
He pouts as you draw back, “I’m sorry, babe. I couldn’t resist.” You shake your head.
“I know.” Hanta places the dirty napkin on the bench and releases you, resigned to watch in contentment as you continue eating. After a minute, you gaze at him and see his lazy smile and fond eyes, his cheek squished by the palm he’s resting it on.
With a mouth half full, you say, “What?” He chuckles softly as he shakes his head and turns back to his meal.
He mutters, “Nothing.”
Gulping down your food, you whisper-yell, “Is my pimple really that bad?”
He groans, “No, spider-monkey. I was just admiring my super hot girlfriend, jeez.”
Dabbing your mouth dry, you giggle, “Oh, well then, why didn’t you say so?” He sighs before munching on his noodles. As per usual, he finishes before you and starts cleaning up.
While Hanta’s putting the leftovers in the fridge, he reassures you, “Don’t worry, babe. I’m gonna fix the living room. Right after we kiss.” You nearly choked on your soup.
Coughing a little, you stutter, “W-what?”
He spins around and grins at you confidently, “I saw it today. You know, the iconic kiss scene? I was thinking that we could recreate it.” He stalks over to you and leans against the bench, his arms crossed as he continues, “I mean, I am kinda like Spider-Man, and you’re my MJ.” You roll your eyes and finish off your soup.
You thank your boyfriend while handing him your bowl, and he starts washing the dishes. You take up your rightful place by his side, drying and putting the dishes away once they’ve been cleaned. The rubbery snaps of the gloves cut through the quiet apartment as he yanks them off. He then wraps a strong arm around your shoulders and carefully leads you back to the living room.
Stopping in the middle, he raises his hands, palms facing you as he instructs, “Just stay there, okay?”
You whine, “But Hantaaaa, I’m gonna taste like noodles!” He drops his hands, head cocking to the side as gives you the “Are you being serious right now?” look. You nod and scamper off to the bathroom. You swish around mouthwash and spit it out before running back to him.
You chime whilst your heart pounds in your chest, “Okay, your turn!” He groans like this is the worst possible thing that’s ever happened to him and drags his feet to the bathroom, muttering to himself about how you two kiss all the time with morning breath or after dessert.
When he comes back, there’s a spring in his step. He stops in the hallway and calls out to you to stay right where you are. You nod and obey, slapping your palms on your sides as you wait for him to do his thing.
In the blink of an eye, tape shoots past you as he flies in front of you. You watch in awe as he rapidly jumps around the room, his tape sticking to various objects like the half-emptied bookshelves and couch until he wraps it around the tape-saturated ceiling fan.
You squeal as he covers it in impossibly more tape, “Hanta! You’re gonna break it, oh my god!” Your boyfriend has that cheeky smirk plastered across his face as he lowers himself down to you from the fan, hanging upside down. Your jaw is slack as he dangles right in front of you, his lips perfectly aligned with yours.
He says cockily, “You have a knack for getting in trouble.”
You groan, “Ugghhh Hanta.” You’re tempted to shove him just to see him swing from the ceiling, but you think better of it as you hear your fan creak.
He chuckles, “Fine fine, c’mere, MJ, n’ gimme a kiss.”
Sighing, you grab the sides of his face and tenderly kiss him. His lips are so warm and soft against yours, making you smirk. You knew that chapstick you bought for him last week was so worth it. He grips your hips and tugs you closer to him, making you yelp into his mouth. He swallows the sound whole as you tilt your head, the wet sounds of your kisses filling the air.
Once the ceiling fan groans like it’s on its last straw, you pull back and gaze up at it with wide eyes before looking at your boyfriend.
“Hanta!” You shriek.
He laughs breathily, “I know, I know. ‘M getting down now.”
You two spend the rest of the night cleaning up your living room. Hanta insisted that you sit down and relax, and you tried to really, took a shower, did a face mask and everything. But your poor pookie desperately needed help with ordering his comics by universe and release date. And the entire time, he was yapping off your ear about how cool he is.
Despite your attempts to humble him, you can’t help the smile permanently tattooed across your lips every time you think about your kiss, and more importantly, your very cool boyfriend.
youre not slick shinsou…
meeting his parents h. sero
In which you meet Hanta's parents and they adore you! Almost more than they love him. Fem! reader, reader wears a dress but it's only briefly mentioned so you can ignore that if you want! I have never met any parents before in my life (including my own (this is totally not a lie)) so sorry if this is inaccurate.
You stood at the front door of your long term boyfriend's house, smoothing the dress you wore and fixing your hair before finally bringing yourself to knock, knots growing in your stomach.
You had been so anxious for this day, even though Hanta assured you his family would love you. Hopefully they would, but there was always the chance that something could go wrong, and your brain was just hanging onto that small percentage.
"Hello," a middle-aged woman said, opening the door, "oh, you must be Hanta's girlfriend, Y/N! Welcome! Come in," she ushered you in, smiling as you kicked off your shoes and entered the house.
"Thank you so much for the invite, Mrs. Sero," you smile as she shuts the door behind you.
"Oh, please, you can call me mom," she said with a friendly smile, leading you into the dining room.
"Babe," Hanta grins, spots you entering the room and wraps his arms around your waist.
"Hi, Hanta," you giggled, hugging him back.
"Hi, I'm Hanta's dad," his father happily introduced holding his hand out to shake your hand when Hanta pulled away from the embrace.
"I'm Y/N," you reply, shaking his hand with a friendly smile.
"Oh, trust me, we know, this boy never shuts up about you. It feels like we've already met you," his dad playfully pokes fun at his son.
You were already feeling exponentially less awkward and anxious in the presence of his parents. I guess this won't be so awful after all.
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ⓒ luvseraph 4/16/25
I dabble in realism
my little things
bloom girlie, idk if someone has said this yet but i think hanta would low-key be obsessed with ben 10 from the 2010s (alien force?!) and call you spider monkey🤭
hi star!!! i totally agree this is CANON.
i feel like hanta would fit in perfectly with being a teen between 1990-2010’s [ i could totally imagine him with the whole baggy jeans, beanie, graphic tee, skater set up ] like he would liked tmnt, ben10, teen titans, power rangers and he’s suchh a scooby doo kid [ the original.. but honestly i think he would like teen titans go too ] he would LOVE regular show and adventure time. hanta would probably also be big on graphic novels too : batman, spiderman, x-men, basically anything hero related.
he’d make dumb references like calling you “spider monkey” or asking you to be his “MJ” and insisting on doing “spiderman kiss” sigh i love this dork
3rd years! 📸✌
playing subway surfers
(kofi req 🤯‼️)
𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
pairing: sero hanta x gn!reader
genre/warnings: camp counselor au/summer camp au, fluuuuffy fluff, suggestive, substance use (weed), cussing, implied sexual content in public (making out)
nothing brings out the attraction between two counselors more like late night smoke sessions and the inevitable end of summer camp
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 . . .
a fushiguruuzzzz™ film. copying, sharing, etc without permission will result in the haunting of your bloodline.
ok so for the past two days have been giggling to myself thinking about how someone called me their cutest mutual so i thought now i’d look back on it but i can’t find it and now that i’m thinking about it i lowkey might’ve i dreamed that LMAOOOO
i’ve been saying “what the helly” sm in the past two days it’s becoming a problem
How angry would you be on a scale of 1-10 if I said I scrapped the Sero fic I was making ( for u) to do Denki instead 🥰
zero and i’m not even kidding
in fact! i would cry tears of happiness that you were thinking abt writing a sero fic just for me ommmmg
plus i still love kaminari!
can you PLEASE do a husband!kirishima reacting to the reader and his son being disrespectful or and rude to the reader, maybe even pushing her lightly?
kirishima came home after a long day of being a pro hero—muscles aching, uniform a little scuffed, but a smile on his face. no matter how exhausting the day had been, coming home always made it worth it. the thought of seeing you and his son, kept him going through the hardest patrols.
he stepped inside, expecting the usual—maybe the scent of dinner still lingering in the air, the sound of the tv playing some cartoon in the background, his son running up to him yelling “daddy!”—but instead, his ears caught shouting.
“you’re the meanest mommy ever!” his son’s voice rang out, followed by the sound of tiny feet stomping and something soft hitting the floor—which he assumed was a toy thrown in frustration.
kirishima's brows furrowed as he stepped into the room, instantly taking in the scene—his five-year-old, red-faced and teary-eyed, standing in front of you with his little fists clenched. and you, still calm but clearly tired, standing your ground.
he spoke before anything else could happen. “hey! what do you think you're doing?”
his voice wasn’t loud, but it carried enough weight to stop his son in his tracks. the boy froze like a deer caught in headlights, slowly turning around.
“mommy said no ice cream,” he mumbled, blinking fast, “s’ being mean to me.”
kirishima crouched down, placing a hand gently on his son’s shoulder. “i know you're upset, but that doesn’t mean you can talk to her like that. she’s your mom. she loves you. and when she says no, it’s because she’s looking out for you.”
his son looked away, chewing on his bottom lip. the defiance hadn’t totally left his face, but his shoulders sagged a little. his eyes flicked to you, then to the ground. after a moment, he turned and stormed off down the hall, muttering under his breath.
kirishima stood up with a quiet sigh. “I’ll handle this.” he then gave you a look—half apology, half reassurance—before following after him.
the house was quiet for a few minutes. you sat on the couch patiently waiting. then, soft footsteps padded back toward the living room.
kirishima returned, walking slowly with your son at his side. the boy was sniffling a bit, but his expression had softened. he clung to kirishima’s hand like a lifeline.
“m’ sorry, mommy...” he whispered, eyes darting up to meet yours.
your heart melted. you knelt down and opened your arms. “it’s okay, baby. i forgive you.”
he rushed into your hug, wrapping his little arms around your neck tightly. you kissed the top of his head and glanced up at kirishima, eyes meeting his in quiet thanks. he gave you a small smile in return—one of those warm, sweet ones that said i’ve got your back.
later that night, the house was finally quiet. your son had fallen asleep curled up with one of his stuffed dinosaurs, breathing steady and peaceful.
you and kirishima lay in bed, limbs tangled under the blankets, the soft glow of the nightlight from the hallway seeping through the cracked door.
“thank you, by the way,” you said, voice low. “he gets cranky sometimes, and it can be… a lot.”
kirishima reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, then leaned in to kiss you. “of course. we’re supposed to be a team, right?”
you smiled, leaning into him. “right.”
and for the first time that day, you felt the tension and stress ease out of your body. feeling glad you weren’t alone in this whole parenting thing.
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⛧°. ཐི❤︎ཋྀ thinkin’ about goth gf!mikasa
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who has the worstttt rbf until she sees you. then she gets a soft little smile and her eyes light up.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who loves to dress up for you. she won’t outright admit it (after all, she dresses for herself first and foremost), but she does get pink in the cheeks when you compliment her and ask her to do a little 360 for you.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who loves when you match with her. she’ll gift you a little cross charm and she lights up inside when she sees you keep it on your bag. she’ll paint your nails black to match hers. buy the same top in two different colors (black for her, yours in your favorite shade).
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who finds you the best fits at the thrift store. she’s got the best eye for it and she’ll always pick out something cute for her baby.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who is your scary dog privilege. if her looks aren’t enough to scare off anyone trying to creep on you, her right hook sure is. no need to worry about a thing when you’re with her.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who sits in your lap to do your eyeliner “for practice” (she just wants an excuse to be close to you).
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who is always putting you on new music. making 8hr long playlists for you is her love language.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who wipes her black cherry lipstick off your face with gentle hands after she kisses you.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who can play the piano and will learn your favorite songs to play for you while you’re over. if you’re really good, she might even sing for you.
pics from pinterest, dividers by @/anitalenia (i think? could be wrong…) — happy lesbian visibility week!! i tried to keep this gender neutral but spiritually this is for the girlies!!! kenzie baby in particular bc we see the visionnnn 🧠💆♀️ anyways! love you girlkissers everywhere, lesbian and otherwise!! <33
hi bloom☺️ can i pls request a smau w the mha boys and their overly sassy, and spoiled gfs!!
⋆˚࿔ whined and dined
— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)
contains: gn!reader for all expect hanta, established relationship, fluff, baby + babe used
authors note: thank u for the request anon! this is so funny to me n yes i was hungry when i made this sigh. also i tried my best with the sassy part but reader is mooostly spoiled
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou
Sk8 after Eight
Situationship!Skater! Sero x Reader
⋆˚꩜｡ Late night adventures skateboarding with Sero Hanta
A/n: For my baby @bloomstream! sorry its not so good :( just wanted to get something out, but if the people want a part two I wouldn't be against it
"Pssst. Get up.”
Harsh knocking on your window woke you up. Grumbling, you groggily got up, throwing your windows open. You already know who it was.
Sero Hanta.
You sighed eyeing him.
"The fuck are you doing here at 2 in the morning?"
"We don't even have school tomorrow??"
"SO? I can still sleep on a Friday night dude, god forbid."
Chuckling lightly he pulled himself up onto your windows ledge, before inviting himself into your room, making sure to leave his shoes on the ledge. 'Manners' and all that. Manners your ass. Manners would be using the door at a normal hour instead of whatever the hell this is.
You let him in anyways.
Sitting on your bed like it was his, he leaned back, looking at you with that infuriating ugly lazy smirk that always-
"Took you a while to answer sweets. Tried dolling up for me?"
"I was butt ass naked. Don't get ahead of yourself" You replied dryly, eventually chuckling at his furrowed brows.
"Think your so cute hm?"
"The cutest."
You held his gaze, unfaltering even when he stared at you like that. Not the way a friend should stare at you. Neither of you had ever called it out, and you didn't plan on doing so anytime soon. His eyes dropped to your legs.
"Get changed. We're going out." He was staring you in the eye again.
"No. You're getting out and I'm going back to sleep" You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him as a challenge.
Sighing, he got up and made his way to your window, pointing down to where he climbed up from. You followed, your hipbone digging into the sill as you leaned over to see what he was pointing at.
His skateboard.
You side eyed him.
"Really?"
Your face softened. You don't know why but his dejected expression pulled at your heartstrings as he murmured a quiet:
"Look I couldn't sleep. Your normally up at this time so I thought-".
Huffing you cut him off, grumbling but already walking to your closet.
Sappy feelings were never your thing, either of your 'things'. Your whole friendship was built off of bullying each other out of bad feelings.
Turned away from him, pulling your shirt over your head you started to get changed. You knew he didn't care, but that he would turn around anyways since he was so 'mannerly'. You had both gotten over the weird 'opposite sex!' awkwardness a long time ago.
You had both bought matching outfits last time you went vintage shopping. Denim jeans with a red star on the back pocket and graf tagged across the crotch, a large black jersey and a large black zip up. Considering he was wearing it right now, you might as well.
Humming to let him know you were done, you looked around for your fanny, putting your head through the loop to have it slung diagonally over your torso. It already had the basics inside; some wax, a silver skate tool for tweaks, A couple extra bearings incase any broke, a couple tissues, some snacks, a pack of gum and a silver paint pen if you found anything cool to do a throw up on.
Going over to stand next to him by the sill, you wrapped an arm around his neck, tucking yourself into his side as the other held your board. You felt his breath hitch, but chose to ignore it as he used his tape to lower you both out of the second story dorm room. When both feet touched the ground, you finally let go, albeit a bit disappointed but you started walking none the less.
Finally out of UA grounds, you dropped the board, letting it crunch over the gravel. You knew it was bad for the wheels but you were due for a change anyways. The two of you got on as you reached the main road, pushing them till the end of the road; just before the downhill. This was always the route you guys took to the skatepark, the steep decline exhilarating and nostalgic rather than the flat road round the other side that looped a million times to get to the same place.
You and Hanta lined up against the crack in the asphalt like you had done hundreds of times.
"Three"
"Two" You followed on.
"One"
Pushing off strongly at the count, you both barrelled down the hill, the wind blowing in your face making it hard to see as your hair whipped behind you and the chill of the cold night settled itself deep thin your bones. Looking to your right, Hanta was laughing, a manic crazed adrenaline filled laugh. You joined in, whooping and cheering as you only accelerated faster, just two kids who had the whole world to themselves with nothing to bother their undeterred joy. The moon shone brightly overhead, like an approving warm hug as you both prepped to stop as you approached the bottom.
Swinging your arms around to get the power for a powerslide, you clutched by kicking out with your backfoot and leaning back. Coming to a stop just centimetres from the tree, Hanta also stopped right next to you, following the same movements, but just as he skidded to a stop, he lost his footing, collapsing straight onto you.
"ge-roff me" You huffed as you pushed him off your torso. Your voice dripped of annoyance but maybe it was to ignore the way your breath had hitched when he first landed on you, the way you held his gaze for a split second and every cell in your body set alight and was hyperaware of every point of contact with him. Maybe it was an excuse as you brushed yourself off and tried to desperately push any lingering thoughts about his touch to the back of your mind as you offered him a hand and pulled him up. Maybe it was to avoid whatever the two of you are as you smirked lazily at him, taunting him.
"Didn't think you were such a rookie?"
"Maybe I did it on purpose hm?" He replied with identical inflection, a teasing lilt to his question.
Now it was your turn for your breath to hitch. Not sure how to deal with all the feelings swirling in your chest, you decided to just punch him in the arm before continuing to walk in the direction of the bowl, not turning around to check if he was following you.
You already knew he was.
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OMGGG Clairo, the men I trust, pinkpanteress and KALI UCHIS MENTIONEDDD
YESSS YK HOW I GET DOWNNN 😛 does the one and only willow have any song artist suggestions
RAVEENA IS SO REAL I LOVE HERRR
SHES SO UNDERRATED GUYS LISTEN TO HER NEW ALBUM
bloom bloom bloom bloom bloom helloooooo do u hv any song recs babes
hii riuuie you know i do !! 🤗🤗🤗 ok this are my favs as of recently:
raveenas new album, “where the butterflies go in the rain” is sooo good like it’s a summer sweet earthly vibe. my top songs from the album are rise, junebug, and pluto.
your teeth in my neck AND lottery by kali uchis yk i love her
and the most underrated song PLLSSS listen ghostride by crumb pls i promise it’ll change ur life
tonight by pinkpantheress, all the time by natalie jinju, heavenly flow by men i trust, slow dance by clario, still love you by the tulips, abigail by frankie cosmos, any song on the static & silence album by the sundays but cry and leave this city are my life songs.