Happy Valentine’s Day !! 💕💗

﹒₊‧i love oikawa

despite the whole "playboy" archetype he's given, oikawa is very very loyal to you in a relationship. he stops all flirting business with his fangirls and puts all his extra time and energy into you and making you happy with him.

he 100% still flirts you with as if you're just a pretty stranger in a cafe. he thinks it keeps the realtionship more alive, and he also just really enjoys seeing you all flustered because of him.

clingy asf. at school if he sees you in the halls he HAS to run up to you and give you a quick kiss on the cheek or hug before his next class. you guys are having a little sleepover and in the morning he will not let go of you. even if you do manage to wiggle out of his hold and go to the bathroom, you'll finding him standing right outside the door when you get done to latch back onto you.

he likes pda because he likes "showing you off to the world as his". i would like to say he never goes far with it but he would full on makeup with you in the school courtyard if you asked him too ._. (don't be that couple)

Hi<33

can i please have a comfy moodboard with bakugou?

thank you<33

— choose a moodboard + a character! <3

AHHH KEIR HOW HAVE YOU BEENNN???? <33333 SENDING LOTS OF LOVE AND GOOD VIBES YOUR WAY TODAYYY >:))))

AHHH IM DOING GOOD IM DOING GOOD !! i've been very inactive here but valentine's day was .. definitely something in my real life ! BUT GOOD NON THE LESS !! <333 HOW ARE U THO LUV??

Dolce & Gabbana, Spring 2023 Ready To Wear

cold coffee

pairing :

> matsukaws issei x gn!reader

cw :

> a little grain of angst if you squint, otherwise should be none

notes :

> COFFEE SHOP AU! cause I can, and I love it, and I love mattun writing this thing had me all hrmmnfjf 🥰😳 so-

mattsukawa noticed you immediately after he walked into brew for stars for the first time. you sat in the corner, fully endorsed into whatever you were doing on your laptop. you sipped out of a cup of coffee every once in a while, and he couldn't help but think you were pretty.

he came back the next day, a bit earlier, and sat in the corner opposite where you sat the day previous, waiting for you to arrive, so maybe he could eventually work up the courage to talk to you.

he watched as you walked in, bag slung over your shoulder, lightly rubbing your hands together. it was winter afterall, and he wondered if you came here everyday.

he came back, day after day, sneaking glances at you, and after a while he even memorized your order. he could state it word for word if he wanted, the words falling off his tongue as if it was his phone number, (though he thought he could probably remember your order better than he could remember his own phone number).

he snuck glances at you for weeks, sitting in the corner opposite of the little table you occupied, meant for two people, but the seat across from you always remained empty.

he noticed when you came in one day, a bit later than usual. you didn't look as you usually did. you looked tired, stressed, maybe even a little sad. you didn't order your usual order, instead just a water, and that's when he wondered if you were okay.

that's when matsukawa stood up, he approached the counter, and before he could process what he was doing, he was listing off your order and his (as he tended to not order his coffee until after you arrived, maybe because he hoped you would notice him walking past you), the words falling past his lips without a thought.

when he received two cups, he took his, asking if one of the workers would give you the other one, letting you know who it was from, and he slunk back over to his table, and he wondered if you ever noticed him too, sitting at a table for two, but the second chair always empty.

a worker walked by, stopping by you. he could hear her kind tone even if her back was turned to him.

"someone ordered this for you, he said not to worry about paying him back," she spoke, her head gesturing towards him, and mattsun pretended to be paying attention to his phone, as if he wasn't listening for your words.

you don't answer as the woman walks away, looking at the cup with wonder, and then he could practically feel your eyes on him. he had to bite back a flustered smile, sipping his coffee nonchalantly.

his eyes darted up when he heard you gathering your things, and for a second he was frightened you were leaving, that you thought he was a creep or just wanted to get into your pants.

these thoughts were interrupted when you laid your bag on the ground by the empty seat across from him, you sat your coffee on the table and settled into the seat. and for thr first time over the course of weeks, he made direct eye contact with you, and his first thought was wow... their eyes are beautiful.

he smiled softly, fighting down a blush as usual smiled back.

"thank you. for the coffee..." he shivered, he'd been thinking about the first words you'd say to him. was it wrong to think of someone he didn't even know the name of so much?

he took another sip of his coffee. "you came in and didn't order. you looked kinda sad, so I thought I'd finally try and talk to you."

"I noticed you," your words were light. "you always look at me."

he blinked at you, unable to push down thr blush creeping up his neck. "a-ah- sorry- I didn't uh- I didn't mean to seem creepy. I just..." he chuckled softly. "it's hard to not look at someone so pretty."

he noticed how you avoided his eyes, fingers fiddling with one of your jacket strings, breathing a little laugh. "I um... I thought you were really pretty too. I never had the courage to- to talk to you I suppose."

matsukawa snorted, swirling his cup gently. "same goes for me," he muttered.

"l/n," you say. "my name is l/n y/n."

he swears his eyes probably light up, and he probably brightens. "matsukawa issei, you can call me mattsun if you'd like. or issei. either works." he smirks softly as you laugh, nodding gently to his words.

"so why did you look so down in the dumps anyway?"

your smile falls a bit and you sink in your seat a bit. "kind of just broke off ties with a long-time friend of mine. I just miss them.."

the man let's out a hushed "ah," before he stands up, coffee in hand, and holding his hand out to you.

"well, if you're not too busy, maybe we could go do something. and hopefully get your mind off of it?"

your smile returns, and you stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder again, cup in hand as your fingers intertwine with his, thr coffee is long cold by nowadays, but it's okay, because the warmth of hid hand makes up for it, offering you a taste of the comfort that matsukawa could bring you.

you hoped this is the beginning of something, maybe something that will last, and maybe future you would thank present you for walking into that coffee shop.

pretty baby (e-42 miles x black! fem!reader)

— car rides with miles nvr fail to make u queazy

— ⚠️: light cursing, slightly suggestive, slight angst, kinda sensitive reader

"you are unbelievable, y'know that?"

sitting in the car scrunched up with your legs close to your chest, you turned your whole body away from the driver's seat, trying to avoid any and all contact with the driver. after what happened today, you didn't think you could ever face miles again, too embarrassed to talk to him the entire car ride.

"it wasn't even that big a deal baby, i'm sure nobody even cared like that," he chuckled. he thought it was childish how such small moments could affect your mood for such wildly long periods of time.

"I sucked the syrup off your fingers miles, in front of all your friends. i'm humiliated!" you cried, putting your hands over your face and bending down into your lap; anything to avoid eye contact with him.

looking back at the road with a smirk on his face, he said, "if it makes you feel better, I didn't mind it..-"

"MILES!" you whined as you snapped your head in his direction. "how could you say that to me right now?!"

"oh– ok i'm sorry baby, but that doesn't mean you have to act like this-!"

you rolled your head back as you groaned and covered your face with your hands again; he didn't get it. the way you were perceived was extremely important to you, especially in front of people who you deemed important. you didn't want your boyfriends' friends to perceive you as some sort of sex fiend.

"just drive miles. you don't get it."

furrowing his eyebrows, he turned the block and pulled into a mcdonalds parking lot near your house. "then make me understand, hm? why are you letting this stupid shit affect you?"

"oh my god miles just take me home, please I don't wanna talk about it–"

"no, see 'cause now you have my attention, what's the matter?" if there was one thing you knew about miles, it's that he won't let shit go, especially when it comes to you.

"miles, i swear to god if you don't drive me home i'm gonna get out this car and walk," you threatened. you could feel tears begin to form in your eyes and the burning feeling you get in your gut when you're about to cry. miles noticed your chest rising and falling, a telling sign you were about to cry; this only pushed him further.

"you not goin' nowhere. not until you talk to me, so here's what we gon' do; we will sit in this car and we won't move until you start talking," he said as brought his hand up to your face, wiping the tear that escaped your waterline before it could drip and ruin your makeup.

your face scrunched up at the small gesture and you pressed your lips in a tight line. suddenly the burning feeling burned even hotter, and the saliva in your mouth began to increase. more tears slipped from your eyes. in a soft yet pleading voice, you asked, "please, can I just go home?"

he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at your state and it was then he could tell this was a real problem. "ay baby.. eres mi vida. talk to me," he cupped your face with both of his hands as they caught the tears falling. with your face smushed in his hands, he leaned in to give you a smooch, not caring if your lipgloss got all over him– he just wanted to see you smile for him.

"I don't want them to think badly of me miles.. they all looked at me funny and were cheering when I did it. I humiliated myself in front of them," you spilled, not wanting to keep it in anymore. and to be honest, it felt weird crying in your boyfriends' hands and not into your pillow alone in your room.

putting his forehead to yours, he said, "hey, look at me; you don't always have to worry about impressing everybody. everybody don't matter, you understand me? only me and you, ok? ion' wanna see you crying over some pinche pendejos who don't got they own girls and haven't matured since middle school."

you giggled softly as you sniffled your nose.

"there's that pretty smile," he mumbled as he gave a kiss to the top of your head.

"my pretty girl…”

you could feel your face get warmer after what he said, the indication, that big yet subtle word “my” sticking out to you like a sore thumb.

“what, you like that? like when I call you that mi vida?” you knew he would never let you live this down, and this would be one of your many nicknames he would use on you to get you flustered to his own advantage.

“shut up—”

“what, you don’t wanna be my pretty girl?” he inquired whilst leaning back to look at you, feigning disappointment.

“of course I do miles-”

“then lemme hear you say it chiquita— c’mon I wanna hear you say it,” he said sounding very suave. you grew weak in the knees whenever miles deepened his voice while speaking to you, and he definitely used this to his advantage. thank goodness you we’re sitting down because lord knows if you were standing, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself together without bending over backwards for him.

your eyes wandered to anywhere else in the car, not wanting to see the look on miles face when you said what you were about to say, “i’m your pretty girl.”

“yeah, I know that’s right.”

– i wanna be his pretty girl so bad lol

GUYS I'M ALREADY WRITING A FIC BUT I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA AND I JUST WANNA SHARE WIT Y'ALL.

Kendrick lamar Bf (Miles) x SZA Gf (reader)

Or

Kendrick lamar Bf (Miles) x Kali Uchis Gf (reader)

I'm not shipping the artists just to let y'all know it's just the music they'd listen to and it will be related to how their personalities are yk?

cant get motorcycle gang member issei outta my head.

I love hobie brown. I wish british people were real..

HIII BLOOM !!!! i was wondering if you could do a lil fluff drabble of you chilling with sero in his room during like a talking stage ?

⋆˚࿔ the synonyms of epitome

authors note: siri what is a talking stage. seraph thank u for requesting ⸝⸝^ᴗ^⸝⸝ sorry for the wait!!

contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship, fluff, awful flirting

word count: 1.1k

“and she was the—“ hanta glanced up at you. his eyebrow lifted as he looked at you through the stray hairs that had fallen from his shaggy— surprisingly well kept —mullet. you could see his jaw lock into a comfortable smile as he propped it up in the palm of his hand.

“epitome.” you nodded in confirmation. 

it was only midday, so you could hear the distant sounds of footsteps and murmurs of conversation coming from the ua lively students outside. you glanced at the blossoming cherry blossom trees out of hanta’s slightly ajar window. the blush dusted leaves fought against the wind, constant rustles confirming its battle. 

you rest your head against the headboard of hantas bed and took it all in. the wind whistled loudly, sharing secrets with the inner shell of your ear. you liked days like this. simple.

“epitome,” hanta copied from the foot of his bed. his pointer finger followed the words in the book mr. aizawa had assigned for your ancient history class too long ago. 

you had already read the book and wrote your review paper on it two weeks ago but when hanta came to you asking if you wanted to read the awfully boring novel together, who were you to say no?

hanta had a way of making everything feel more alive. over the past few months you, and a handful of other people, have taken notice of how much the two of you spend time together— in how much you enjoy his presence. 

he didn’t have to be telling a dumb joke or making fun of something stupid denki had done. something as simple as being by your side while you’re folding your laundry or mindlessly browsing on your phone, was enough to make you feel so unreasonably good. 

there was something special about your relationship with hanta. something that hasn’t been spoken about on surface level. but the signs were definitely there. 

“she was the epitome of beauty.” hanta finished the sentence, he brows knitting together. “epitome.” he said again. he pinned the book onto his bed with one hand and idly fiddled with his ruffled sheets with his other. 

“he’s basically saying she’s the perfect embodiment of beauty.” you said. “he really likes her.”

hanta nodded his head slowly, “but when he talks to her he acts like he doesn't care?” hanta asks, but it’s clearly his question is coming from curiosity and not confusion. 

you let out a short hum in reply and thought of the best explanation. “well.. maybe he feels too nervous when he  talks to her and can’t show his true emotions?” you tap your fingers against the spine of the novel. you hadn’t given the half baked romance trope of the book much thought but hell if hanta was asking, you were suddenly interested too.

hanat scoffed, shifting from his position. “if i thought someone was the ‘epitome’ of beauty,” his words started off strong but seemed to slowly tumble into a declaration of uncertainty. still he went on, “i would talk to them before anyone else could.” he let out an airy breath. “but i guess i don’t blame him for being nervous.” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. 

you nudged his leg from your spot on the bed, “so what? you see someone you like and immediately ask them out?”

hanta’s eyes flicker to your smirking face,  “i see someone i like and i become their friend.” his eyes fell back onto his bedding. he was really admiring the 100% cotton material. 

“uh huh.” 

“and maybe, eventually, i would ask them out after a couple of years.” he says, his finger making a swirling motion.

“a couple of years?!” you exclaimed, shooting up into a  straightened posture, “you’d make the person you think is perfect wait years for a confession?” you asked, a finger pointed at the tape boy as you suppressed a laugh. you didn’t expect hanta to be so... timid. “who would wait that long?” you asked, genuinely curious.

hanta finally peeled his eyes away from his sheets. his tone indicated that his confidence quickly flooded back, “someone who really likes me too.” he stated, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. 

it was your turn to shift positions now, suddenly feeling like you were under interrogation, when you were really just under hanta’s gaze. your finger fell at his shockingly mature reply. “i guess that makes sense..” you bite your lip.

hanta chuckles at this.

you sighed before you spoke again, allowing your curiosity to get the best of you, “sooo what type of person are you even into?” 

in the couple of years you’ve know hanta he’s never actually had anyone he was talking to, at least not that you know of. and for some reason you felt the need to learn everything about him. it was only natural, right?

hanta shrugged, “someone who can put up with my bullshit.” the book was abandoned now, his idle tracing too, leaving all his attention on you. 

his eyes lit a dangerous fire under you, one that scuffed the surface of your interest. not to the point where it burned, but it left your skin unusually warm. “that leaves your playing field pretty empty huh?” you choose to tease, knowing that if you thought too hard you’d send yourself into a red faced spiral. 

hanta laughed, rubbing his forehead as he shook his head. “not completely empty.” he remarked, something about his words hinting at a subliminal message. “what’s your type then, cerebrito?”

the question caught you by surprise. you hadn’t had time to focus on building romantic relationships with others. you mostly focus on strengthening the relationship you had with your friends, hanta being your strongest. 

“i guess i would like to date someone who can make me laugh. and who likes to spend time with me.” you replied, purposely being broad. hanta had a telling look on his face, making you intrigued to what he was plotting.

hanta nodded, clicking his tongue. “would you like, be into some guy who likes to read boring ass books with you?” he asked carefully, almost like he was ensuring he could play off as a joke if you didn’t answer adequately.

you smiled, ignoring the increase in your heart rate and the sirens blaring in your head. leaning forward, you

force yourself to gently shove his chest, “i would be into a guy who knows what the word epitome means.” you bite back— though it’s more of a playful nip . 

hanta raised a brow and put on a smile, “oh? so you wouldn’t be into a guy who’s the epitome of stupidity?”

he's so stupid. so stupid and so your type. 

“i’m into guys who finish their homework.” you tapped the edge of his copy of the novel. 

hanta settled back into his original position, grinning like he had just won a golden prize. “alright y/n. give this guy a couple of hours and you won’t have to wait any longer.” he brought his focus back to the work below him, “i promise.”