Look At My Baby Boy With His Fists I Love Him I Love Him I Love Him :

happy valentine’s day !! 💕💗

when do they get slurpee’s ?

late at night. everyone is asleep and the two of you are quietly climbing out of your/their dorm window to walk over to the convenient store to get slurpee’s. it’s pushing 12 o’clock and you’re slightly worried about getting caught but that worry is quickly washed away as the two of you engage in the funniest and most thought provoking conversations.

denki, sero, mina,

middle of the day. it’s a hot hot saturday afternoon. the two of you have been running errands all day in the heat and, as they say, the two of you are about to clasp from exhaustion. as you guys sit in the overheated car, waiting for it to cool down, they have the most life changing, brilliant idea. “hey wanna go get some slurppe’s across the street?”

ochako, jirou, kirishima, midoriya, todoroki

it’s spontaneous. unlike most things they do. they had to run to the convenient store to get a few personal items and you tagged along, claiming you needed somethings too. (ITS 11:11 AS IM WRITTING THIS aH) as you step into the little store your eyes light up and dart directly at the spinning slurppee machine running in the far corner. you brought your own money so you grab a cup and fill it to its brim. they find you and are staring somewhat disgusted and confused at you and your colorful cup. “come on, you know you want some.”

bakugou, momo, iida, shinso

Sero Hanta I miss your freaky little tape dispenser elbows so much

niall horan could tell me to bark and i would.

How to tag this

shouto always facetimes you when he's wearing a suit even if he has nothing to actually say, so one afternoon when you answer his incoming call and are greeted by the sight of his buttoned-down and lapelled chest, your face immediately feels hot.

"shouto?" you ask, your voice infuriatingly flustered even though you had tried your very best to choke it back. "what's up?"

and then he tilts the camera back up to its usual position—a little too high, so really it's just the bridge of his nose, his eyes, and the top of his head left at the very bottom of the screen. and simply he goes: "i'm wearing a suit."

"i can see that," you reply, resisting the urge to drag your hand down your face—equal parts frustrated and horrifically endeared to your boyfriend's familiar antics. "is that the reason you called?"

"i know you like when i wear them so i wanted to call and show you."

after an argument with izuku and he finds it hard so to be mad at you. (teeny tiny drabble)

“can we be friends agaaaiiinnn ‘zuku?” you cutely whine, pawing at his chest and trying to obnoxiously lay across his lap. he’s trying to not give you any attention, big emphasis on trying because his arm is naturally coming to lie across your waist and pulling you into him.

“what do you mean? we’re always gonna be friends…. just… just on a boyfriend break at the moment.” he mumbles and you can tell from the three frown lines between his eyebrows that he’s really thinking carefully about how to get his point across. though he makes no move to suggest this ‘boyfriend break’, his calloused scarred hand even rubbing your thigh soothingly. it makes you giggle because he’s only making it hard on himself, you know how to work around him.

“you’re not my boyfriend now?“ and you have the audacity to make your voice go so innocently high at the end with a puppy-like tilt to your head and your bottom lip jutting out in a pout. one of your hands palm the centre of his chest and you can feel his soft heartbeat underneath. he’s still avoiding your eyes, gaze wavering to whatever sport match is playing on the tv and his leg bouncing impatiently on the ground.

“no, like i am, i’m just not talking to you right now,” he tries to combat, and upon hearing a slightly amused sound leave your throat he’s now frowning down at you. the frown is nothing but cute, the scrunch of his nose making all his freckles pile on top of each other and you can’t help but peck his cheekbone.

“yes you are,” you taunt, flicking from his emerald green eyes to his plush lips. izuku knows what that look means on you, your lips parted a little and your chest pushing against his. he’s feeling a little overwhelmed, fighting a groan from leaving his lips. he doesn’t know what he was even annoyed about at this point. it all seems to have dissipated with the way half your body is now sitting on his lap, beginning to straddle his hips and your other hand travelling to rest on his bare skin under his shirt. you’re making him hot and his mind fuzzy so like always, he gives in. izuku gives you a firm kiss on your lips, and he feels you smile into it. you’re such a minx, he knows what you’re playing at. then he pulls away like he didn’t just do that, like his hand isn’t now drifting from the curve of your waist to rest on your ass. he should be annoyed still.

“no i’m not. not really.” he replies, but your blinding smile in-front of his face is hard to miss and is practically begging for him to admire. so he does, a tiny hum bubbling from his lips as your hand rests at his thick neck. the touch makes his eyes flutter, especially when your thumb presses on a sensitive point. you’re so pretty, bright eyes and gorgeous smile. damn, how could he stay mad at you?

“fine then. we don’t have to not really talk,” and you peck him again, twice, his lips meeting yours in a pout on the second. you rub your nose against his and you feel his hot breath on your mouth, “wanna make out?” and it’s funny you’re asking because you can feel that he wants to.

“yes please baby.” and he softly bites your bottom lip to pull you in for another.

taglist (idk if this is worth taglist n it’s izuku lmao)

@katsukichu @itachislut @txpsyy @ohtsumu @soigneil @cythecolor @killuomi @nanamisbento @deneuves @ashleyjoyx @curran-is-so-pretty

y’all really weren’t listening when taylor said so i wander through these nights, i prefer hiding in plain sight, my fourth drink in my hand these desperate prayers of a cursed man, spilling out to you for free, but darling, darling, please, you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking, if you knew where i was walking, to a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there, where i pace in my pen and my friends found friends who care, no one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire.

Anyone has any iida fic recommendations SEND THEM MY WAY

just some Sero practice ‘cause The Boy makes me happy

also I have no idea how to draw baggy t-shirts send help