Half The Fictional Characters I’m In To Are Just Jumin Han In A Different Wig

hiii just read your oikawa hcs and matsukawa hcs, they were so cute!!!

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★﹒₊‧concert

<a/n: wth is this? there's no plot, no anything really, i'm just trying to dumb my sero brain rot>

concerts were your favorite thing. the dark room with the occasional flash of light over you, it was freeing. freeing from the work and stress of real life.the strobe lights were almost blinding. i mean hell, you were still dancing to your heart content in the pit of your favorite bands concert. bands from the west rarely come to japan so when these guys announce their would tour that actually included the world, it was a no brainer. you went with your close friend jiro from the hero course and her two friends, denki and sero, which you haven't really met before. you've interacted with denki a few times in passing but never sero. you've seen him around though. him and his broad shoulders, tall, lean stature and whatever new girl was attached to him that month. it kind of baffled you, he didn't look like a player or have the douche personality of one. he was down to earth, kind hearted, goofy, and had a pretty solid taste in music. he's eyes were your favorite though. you've never met someone with such pretty golden eyes. intoxicating and comforting. like a really good cup of coco on a cold ass day. you know it may not be the best for you, but it's so good, and you're so cold, you can't help but take another sip. you don't notice you're staring at him until he turns and meets your gaze. good lord. how long have you looking at him? how long did he know you were looking at him? his lips morph into one of his signature smirks and you notice his eyes flickering from yellow to green from the blue light that paints over his face every now and again. sero looks back up at the stage as the song before transitions into a slower more sensual one. he swiftly moves behind you to wrap his arms loosely around your middle, chin nestling in the crook of your neck as he sways the two of you to the song.

I hate u

Is Bakugou alive yet?

04/01/2023

Yes!!

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CIGARETTES AFTER TEXTS

think i like you best when you're just with me, and no one else.

to him, she was the equivalent of hearing your favourite song for the first time, memorising the lyrics, mesmerised by the melody and instruments that you forget what you were doing in the first place. to her, he was a hardcore fan who had wayyy too many band t-shirts. such different lives, yet fate brought them together after maki scored a hot girls number.

pairing: megumi x f!rockstar!reader

status: ongoing!

tags: megumi is a fan, megumi wears band tees religiously, yn is a guitarist and a singer, yn is a year older than megumi, swearing!!, toge slander, yn and yuta are co-parenting maki and toge, megumi nobara and yuji are huge fans, megumi the most obv, crack, fluff, smau

taglist: open!

INTRODUCTIONS: solitaire | the big three

CLOSETS: yn's closet

PLAYLISTS: solitaires discography

MOODBOARDS: solitaire | yn | megumi

chapter one: historians will call them friends

chapter two:

chapter three:

Sometimes I forget I have quite a lot written on this blog…

dads doing their best 🤧

— hq boys as soft, flirty moments

♡ suna r., atsumu m., osamu m., oikawa t. -> hq masterlist

♡ missed writing for them (suna) so much

— suna’s palm flattens itself against your lower back, he brushes past the crowd and bends down to lowly speak into your ear. a compliment can barely be heard over the blaring music but a heat spreads through your body nevertheless at the smirk that’s spread itself on suna’s face.

— atsumu is always asking for simple favors. only for his hands to wrap around yours when you hand him the waterbottle, or the remote, or his phone…he can’t help it, really, he just gets a little nervous around you and forgets how to flirt.

— osamu has made it a habit to bend down and give you a kiss on your cheek every-time you leave a gathering. he’s very slick with it, the action almost unnoticeable to everyone. well, everyone but atsumu, who shoves his twin and whispers, “make a move already, dumbass.”

— oikawa’s gaze meets yours. the group continues to laugh at a joke he’s made and yet the only reaction he really cares about is yours. you give him a small smile, nodding in his way, to which he returns with a wink and a nod. it’s a small gesture, one you know you shouldn’t read too into, but you can’t help the warmth your heart feels.

sugar, mitsuki & masaru.

560. fluff. in love with katsuki’s parents in a fond way. their dynamic is every important to me. masaru loves his wife so much and you should too. ( threat )

mitsuki makes her way into the kitchen just as the digital clock strikes 7.

it’s moments like these, suspended in time, that masaru truly gets to admire his wife’s serenity. mair a mess from rolling straight out of bed, robe sloppily hanging off one shoulder, and the matching house slippers katsuki surprised the two of them with two christmas’ ago that she refuses to throw out adorning her feet. unmistakably her.

he smiles into his coffee and she throws him a look.

“what.” bitten off with a yawn and tapered off into something soft. unmistakably her.

“nothing, nothing,”

he sets to making her own cup and she smiles at him gratefully, pillow lines curving into her cheek just barely. and when he stirs milk into her coffee under her watchful gaze—very particular about the amount, she was—he realizes he’s smitten. a love born from the most uncanny of pairs held steadfastly for many years, and here he was, cheeks reddening at the thought of having a crush on his wife.

mitsuki sends him the second odd look of the morning. It's only been six minutes.

he clears his throat. “creamer?”

“mhm,”

he’s asked what it’s like ‘dealing with her’ a lot, lines blurred between joke and concern. and while he can agree that the two of them do make for a sight to behold, he’d do it all over again and still choose her. they didn’t see the funny faces she makes when she’s on the phone with a client she absolutely loathed, or the way she lit up at the sight of small dogs, or the hidden pride she had whenever someone talked about their son.

he’s mellowed out, now, she’d commented once with a faint sigh. he hadn’t missed the way the corners of her lips had turned up every so slightly, or the way her fingers had curled into the fabric of her skirt. the school’s been a good environment for him. was worried he’d never change, and… i recognize a part of it’s my fault as well.

masaru knows she’s the first person most would blame, but he knows he’s been too lenient, too underspoken. it’s a weight the two of them carried unspoken, each held down by the what if’s and could have been’s. but progress has been made, steps made towards a relationship better than what was left of it. he knows they still hover, awkward, ashamedly so–he’s so grown. so much more responsible–but they try. And while he doesn’t show it, he can tell that katsuki appreciates it nonetheless. (even if they are a little embarrassing.)

“sugar?”

“yes?”

he stops stirring abruptly, desperately fighting back the flush threatening to spread across his features, and gives her a pointed look of slight exasperation. he only relents when mitsuki poorly tries to hide a grin into the palm of her hand, her quiet snort a dead giveaway.

masaru sighs fondly and adds two spoonfuls of sugar. nineteen years and he’s still falling for the same jokes. he supposes it’s worth it, getting to see her smile like that.

sliding the cup over when finished, he watches as she takes the first sip, something horridly sappy banging alongside his heart when she hums her delight, content lifting her lips into a brilliant smile.

“thank you.” for choosing me. for katsuki. for the coffee.

definitely worth it.

multi-character drabble.

includes insecure! reader w glasses, adult themes so, mdni.

he doesn't understand why you take off your glasses right before stepping out. you're squinting at absolutely everything, struggling to even read the types of boba on the menu behind the counter. your eyebrows are furrowed and you're biting your lips, so he reads out the menu, emphasizing your go-to. as you walk out of the cafe with your usual boba in one hand, and his arm in the other, he asks you. "do you not feel pretty in your glasses?" and you almost choke on the chewy tapioca. you ask him to elaborate with wide eyes, does he too, think you're prettier without your glasses?

"they add character to your appearance. to me, they enhance your beauty, instead. dunno why you don't like 'em. my entire body gets hot when i see you in 'em. like, the urge to just drop everything and fuck-" noticing your amused expression, he immediately stops himself. he was never good with words...so maybe, he'll just show you with actions.

and staying true to his internal promise, he did.

his hands trained on your waist, gripping tightly as he tries to keep his eyes open despite the overwhelming pleasure.

his large, veiny cock pacing in and out of you so quickly, hitting all the right spots, making such a mess that you can't register anything in that brain of yours before you're cumming all over the sheets again. your glasses getting crooked as you try to bury the back of your head into the pillow, because your brain just could not handle the amount of pleasure being received by your body. "s-so hot....f-fuck...y'er so hot..."

gojo, reo, eren, bakugo, nagi, barou, atsumu, kunigami, suna rintaro + your favs <3

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